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Someday
Ch. 9 Diminishing Animosity
Hermione lied out on the dock a few days later, enjoying the warm sunshine and peaceful atmosphere. She munched on a cookie courtesy of Malfoy and smiled. She was feeling more at peace up here than she was last week. He accepted her apology, and although the mounting sexual tension could be sliced into pie quarters and served on beautiful china, Hermione knew that it would be best for both of them not to pursue any relationship other than a civil one.
She gave a romantic sigh as she came to the conclusion of her romance novel. The main character David swept Hallie off of her feet and made love to her in the meadows. He proposed to her, and she accepted. Oh to be Hallie, Hermione thought. She got up from her tanning chair and began heading towards the house. In the distance, the sound of a jet ski engine was audible.
Hermione ignored it. It was, after all, a Saturday, and several people were out enjoying the beautiful day. She walked off the dock and headed back towards the house.
"Hey Granger! Get your pasty pale tail back here!" cried the unmistakably sexy voice of Draco Malfoy. Hermione turned around and put on her best sarcastic face.
"Now now, Draco, it's not the proper way one should talk to a lady." Hermione chided playfully.
"Who said anything about you being a lady?" he teased and winked at her. "Come on, I'm taking you for a ride."
"The only place I want to ride is to the shower. I'm disgusting." She stated.
"Okay, fine, I'll join you!" and Draco began taking off his life vest.
"Malfoy you are so annoying!" she yelled and walked back towards him. "So where are we going?"
"Put on a life vest and I'll show you." Hermione gave him a doubtful look. "Come on, don't you trust me?"
"Do you really want me to answer that?" she questioned.
"Oh just put the damn jacket on." She complied, her insides leaping to the heavens in excitement, and slipped on to the back of the jet ski.
"Seriously, Malfoy, where are we going?" Hermione asked.
"Technically nowhere. I just said that so that'd you come with me." He turned his head and stuck his tongue out at her. "Oh don't let the bug up your ass get itself worked into a frenzy. I'm going to show you a gooooood time." He smiled an evil smile, but the twinkle in his eye assured Hermione that he wasn't going to do any REAL harm.
"ExCUSE me Mr. Malfoy, but the bug up my ass has a name, and I think it'd appreciate it very much if you'd refer to it as its first name," Hermione played.
"Fine, then what shall I refer to it as," Draco teased back.
"Malfoy." She smiled and said simply.
"Oh screw you bitch," Draco fussed and revved up the engine. "Now, hold on to me tight, it's going to be a VERY bumpy ride," he warned.
"Can't wait!" Hermione yelled over the engine's roar. She slid her arms around his life vest and off they went. She enjoyed the wind blowing around her, but she secretly enjoyed being behind Draco the most. God but was he deliciously handsome. Hermione, stop it! She told herself. You two can only stay friends.
"So where are we going to ride to?" Hermione yelled above the wind.
"There's a little area by my lake house where the traffic is the busiest. You can get some really great waves. Hope you're ready to get wet!"
"I hope you know how to drive this thing!" she tried to insult. He did not reply, but rather turned and smirked at her. He steered the jet ski back towards his lake house. This gave Hermione a chance to look at her surroundings. She had been here before, when he knocked her off her own machine. She recognized Draco's lake house back yard; it was really quite beautifully. A lazy hammock, lots of over hanging trees, a nice little pathway to the dock. It was well hidden from the waters, very private she observed.
"Hold on, Granger!" Draco shouted. Hermione turned her attention to the wave of boats that passed by. She could see Draco increase his grip on the throttle as he made a wide left turn and began to pick up speed across the water. Hermione held onto Draco's left vest a little tighter and felt the first wakes pick up under the jet ski. Up and down they went over the series of disturbances. Draco resisted the urge to stand up for Hermione's sake, but he continued his trek nonetheless.
Hermione was having the time of her life. She loved flying over the water, holding onto Malfoy, jumping the waves. The spray of the water up in her face made her smile and laughed. Draco was a good rider, but could he prepare himself for her?
"So when are you gonna let me drive?" Hermione questioned from the back.
"Oh you wanna drive do ya?" he teased.
"Yea, show you what a real good time is," she said, giving him a sultry look.
"You got it Granger!" Draco drove the jet ski back to his dock and helped Hermione off so that they could switch places. Hermione held the jet ski still for Draco as he hopped off, and then he grabbed the handlebar and slid her down into the driver's seat. After helping her steady herself, and he jumped onto the back, holding on to Hermione. Immediately his erection sprung back to life, and it took Draco some fancy maneuvering for Hermione not to notice. She revved up the throttle and with a bit of shock to Draco they were off. Hermione was doing sharp turns, kicking up lots of spray and playing in her own wake. He was surprised by her antics; he hadn't known girls to play around on these things like this. The smell of her hair was intoxicating, and he wanted to do more to her than just hold on to the back of her. But she had made it perfectly clear, he thought, that they couldn't pursue any sort of relationship.
After hours of playing and taking turns driving, Hermione concluded that it was time for them to go their separate ways. Draco drove Hermione back to the dock, helped her up off the jet ski, and walked her to the door.
"You didn't have to do that," she said before opening the door.
"I'm a gentleman, I walk a lady to her door," Draco replied with chivalry.
"I thought you said I wasn't a lady," Hermione batted her eyes.
"Granger you're such a pain in the ass," Draco stated.
"Good night, Malfoy." Hermione looked up at Draco. The closeness between them radiated more heat than the surface of the sun. Draco leaned down to Hermione's lips, and she brought hers towards his. No Hermione! her conscience yelled at her. Nothing can come between you too! Hermione opened her eyes and backed away from Draco's advancing mouth. She turned and walked into the house, leaving Draco outside. Pain shot through not only his groin but his heart as well. He kicked up some dirt and walked back to his jet ski.
Someday
Ch. 9 Diminishing Animosity
Hermione lied out on the dock a few days later, enjoying the warm sunshine and peaceful atmosphere. She munched on a cookie courtesy of Malfoy and smiled. She was feeling more at peace up here than she was last week. He accepted her apology, and although the mounting sexual tension could be sliced into pie quarters and served on beautiful china, Hermione knew that it would be best for both of them not to pursue any relationship other than a civil one.
She gave a romantic sigh as she came to the conclusion of her romance novel. The main character David swept Hallie off of her feet and made love to her in the meadows. He proposed to her, and she accepted. Oh to be Hallie, Hermione thought. She got up from her tanning chair and began heading towards the house. In the distance, the sound of a jet ski engine was audible.
Hermione ignored it. It was, after all, a Saturday, and several people were out enjoying the beautiful day. She walked off the dock and headed back towards the house.
"Hey Granger! Get your pasty pale tail back here!" cried the unmistakably sexy voice of Draco Malfoy. Hermione turned around and put on her best sarcastic face.
"Now now, Draco, it's not the proper way one should talk to a lady." Hermione chided playfully.
"Who said anything about you being a lady?" he teased and winked at her. "Come on, I'm taking you for a ride."
"The only place I want to ride is to the shower. I'm disgusting." She stated.
"Okay, fine, I'll join you!" and Draco began taking off his life vest.
"Malfoy you are so annoying!" she yelled and walked back towards him. "So where are we going?"
"Put on a life vest and I'll show you." Hermione gave him a doubtful look. "Come on, don't you trust me?"
"Do you really want me to answer that?" she questioned.
"Oh just put the damn jacket on." She complied, her insides leaping to the heavens in excitement, and slipped on to the back of the jet ski.
"Seriously, Malfoy, where are we going?" Hermione asked.
"Technically nowhere. I just said that so that'd you come with me." He turned his head and stuck his tongue out at her. "Oh don't let the bug up your ass get itself worked into a frenzy. I'm going to show you a gooooood time." He smiled an evil smile, but the twinkle in his eye assured Hermione that he wasn't going to do any REAL harm.
"ExCUSE me Mr. Malfoy, but the bug up my ass has a name, and I think it'd appreciate it very much if you'd refer to it as its first name," Hermione played.
"Fine, then what shall I refer to it as," Draco teased back.
"Malfoy." She smiled and said simply.
"Oh screw you bitch," Draco fussed and revved up the engine. "Now, hold on to me tight, it's going to be a VERY bumpy ride," he warned.
"Can't wait!" Hermione yelled over the engine's roar. She slid her arms around his life vest and off they went. She enjoyed the wind blowing around her, but she secretly enjoyed being behind Draco the most. God but was he deliciously handsome. Hermione, stop it! She told herself. You two can only stay friends.
"So where are we going to ride to?" Hermione yelled above the wind.
"There's a little area by my lake house where the traffic is the busiest. You can get some really great waves. Hope you're ready to get wet!"
"I hope you know how to drive this thing!" she tried to insult. He did not reply, but rather turned and smirked at her. He steered the jet ski back towards his lake house. This gave Hermione a chance to look at her surroundings. She had been here before, when he knocked her off her own machine. She recognized Draco's lake house back yard; it was really quite beautifully. A lazy hammock, lots of over hanging trees, a nice little pathway to the dock. It was well hidden from the waters, very private she observed.
"Hold on, Granger!" Draco shouted. Hermione turned her attention to the wave of boats that passed by. She could see Draco increase his grip on the throttle as he made a wide left turn and began to pick up speed across the water. Hermione held onto Draco's left vest a little tighter and felt the first wakes pick up under the jet ski. Up and down they went over the series of disturbances. Draco resisted the urge to stand up for Hermione's sake, but he continued his trek nonetheless.
Hermione was having the time of her life. She loved flying over the water, holding onto Malfoy, jumping the waves. The spray of the water up in her face made her smile and laughed. Draco was a good rider, but could he prepare himself for her?
"So when are you gonna let me drive?" Hermione questioned from the back.
"Oh you wanna drive do ya?" he teased.
"Yea, show you what a real good time is," she said, giving him a sultry look.
"You got it Granger!" Draco drove the jet ski back to his dock and helped Hermione off so that they could switch places. Hermione held the jet ski still for Draco as he hopped off, and then he grabbed the handlebar and slid her down into the driver's seat. After helping her steady herself, and he jumped onto the back, holding on to Hermione. Immediately his erection sprung back to life, and it took Draco some fancy maneuvering for Hermione not to notice. She revved up the throttle and with a bit of shock to Draco they were off. Hermione was doing sharp turns, kicking up lots of spray and playing in her own wake. He was surprised by her antics; he hadn't known girls to play around on these things like this. The smell of her hair was intoxicating, and he wanted to do more to her than just hold on to the back of her. But she had made it perfectly clear, he thought, that they couldn't pursue any sort of relationship.
After hours of playing and taking turns driving, Hermione concluded that it was time for them to go their separate ways. Draco drove Hermione back to the dock, helped her up off the jet ski, and walked her to the door.
"You didn't have to do that," she said before opening the door.
"I'm a gentleman, I walk a lady to her door," Draco replied with chivalry.
"I thought you said I wasn't a lady," Hermione batted her eyes.
"Granger you're such a pain in the ass," Draco stated.
"Good night, Malfoy." Hermione looked up at Draco. The closeness between them radiated more heat than the surface of the sun. Draco leaned down to Hermione's lips, and she brought hers towards his. No Hermione! her conscience yelled at her. Nothing can come between you too! Hermione opened her eyes and backed away from Draco's advancing mouth. She turned and walked into the house, leaving Draco outside. Pain shot through not only his groin but his heart as well. He kicked up some dirt and walked back to his jet ski.