CHAPTER FIVE: The Beach or the Snow?

'Just stare at the door and don't even glance at him,' Hermoine kept telling herself as she strode across the burgundy carpeted Main Hall. She had noticed Draco chatting with his pasty faced mother and staring at her with the eye of a snake hunting its prey.and knowing it could be caught.

She could have killed him when he pulled that foolishness outside her room. How dare him! He sure hadn't grown up in the time they were apart from having their war against one house and the other. He had always been the one to make sure everyone knew she had Muggle parents. It was outright ridiculous that he would continue the same game he played as a first-year.

He wasn't so handsome in his first year.

Hermoine wanted to smack herself. 'Just stare at the door and don't even glance at him,' she repeated to herself. The Hall felt like it was one hundred miles long and kept expanding with his eyes boring into her like that. She wanted to run over and kick and scream at him about what he did but she knew as soon as he touched her, she would want to smash her lips upon his savagely. Her stomach began to flutter wildly at the sudden idea but before she could act her arm thought for her, raised and pushed the door open.

The sun screamed at her eyes and she raised a hand to recover. One the left side of the giant front yard was a dozen beautiful hoola girls dancing to enchanted Congo drums. Many older Wizards, who had obviously started drinking early, stumbled and tried to pry the girls' skirts off and let them give it a dance or two. Coming to their rescue, a cute brunette girl began handing out complimentary hoola skirts from Holly Horris. Two large palm trees were drawn together by a bright golden rope that was obviously charmed not to come apart. In-between the two trees, Hermoine could see the beach and many people lying out already. Although outside the trees was just a large Quidditch field that was already quite busy for such early hours.

On the right side of the resort was the other half of the Quidditch field but nearest to Hermoine was a gigantic igloo that's door was two times bigger then her. Of coarse, cute girls sat in front of the igloo in snow bunny costumes. Looking into it you could see a large sign that said "Warm Yer Innards" which didn't sound too inviting.

"Hey, watch where you throw that thing!" one of the bunnies called. A younger looking fellow who was trying aimlessly to play Quidditch had thrown the Quaffle in the direction of one of the other bunnies and hit her directly in the nose.

"So much for being pretty anymore," laughed Hermoine, as they escorted her to the sick room. The man, short and gangly, jogged awkwardly to get the Quaffle, after he dismounted his broom with trouble. He looked fearful to get near the angered snow bunnies.

"Neville!" she called, waving like a maniac. She ran over and kissed him on the cheek. "I was hoping I would catch you here! You really got her!"

"Yeah, Gram thinks I should learn to play with an instructor but I'm just not a wiz on a broom. She thought I would get better with age but." he blushed.

"Well, I'm to the beach to read a new book I picked up from the front store. Would you care to join me when you get done with.your game," she smiled.

"Yeah if Gram doesn't want to take skiing lessons next," he shuttered.

"See you there then."

She turned away from the igloo and accepted one of the grass skirts. 'Maybe Ron would like it,' she thought, smiling.

When the warm sea air hit her, it was as if she were five hundred miles away from the resort. Kids were running up down the beach and some were even on their brooms but kept getting scolded. There was a snack bar to her right and the line was small because the sun wasn't belting down like the forecast says it will this afternoon. Beside the snack bar was the souvenir shop. She promised her mother a enchanted castle made of sand and shells.

As she knew Neville wouldn't be practicing for long on his Quidditch, she wanted to sit out in the open. Hermoine unbuttoned the top of her dress and let it fall to her ankles. Even though she didn't notice it, many other guys did. She was wearing a two-piece that was pretty modest and didn't show much cleavage. She didn't need to show anything. Her body was shapely and gorgeous. She had gone from a bookwork little girl to a full grown woman and it all showed.

She picked up her dress and laid out her towel. Pulling her legs against her chest she began to read 'Unicorns as Fiction and Unicorns as Facts.' She hadn't been reading but for a few minutes when she felt a large hand wrap around her arm and jerk her upward.

"What the.MALFOY!" she exclaimed, trying to pull away as he dragged her across the beach. Every wizard and witch there was staring at them. One tall slightly muscular man who had his eye on Hermoine before stepped up in front of Draco but one look in his eyes and the guy moved over.

"LET ME GO!" she screamed as he slammed her against the wall in- between the snack bar and souvenir shop. His nails were digging into her arm and bruising them.

"What-do-you-think-you-are-doing?" he breathed heavily in her face.

"What in the WORLD are you talking about and WHOS BUISNESS IS THAT OF YOURS ANYHOW?" she spat.

"Did you see the way they were all looking at you?" His eyes were on fire, despite the blue. He looked like an animal. "You just cutely drop your dress for everyone to see? I saw you with Longbottom too! I saw you KISS HIM! What are thinking?"

"W-w-why do YOU care what I do!" She was stuttering now. Her hands were shaking and her legs would hardly hold her. His nose was touching hers. "I h-h-hate you, D-d-draco!"

At the sound of his name slipping through her lips he couldn't stop what had to happen next..

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