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When dinner rolled around, Malfoy and Hermione sat on opposite sides of the
table but didn't talk to each other. Actually, they spent their time
glaring at each other. Actually, Hermione glared at Malfoy, who kept
eating.
Finally, Hermione couldn't take it anymore. She stood up and dumped her plate in the sink and went outside. She climbed to the top of the rather high water slide, and sat there, looking like she was ready to slide. Malfoy kept eating, but Marina looked up.
"Leave her." Malfoy said through a mouthful of mashed potato.
"Why?"
"She'll get over it. She's mad because I kissed her."
"I know, but it isn't just that."
"Oh? What else did I do? Her sunglasses were fine."
"I'm not going to tell you. It isn't any of my business."
"I see." Malfoy looked at Marina, who stared back.
"That doesn't work, Draco Malfoy, so stop trying."
"Maybe you're too old." Malfoy turned back to his food.
"Hey!" An invisible hand clipped Malfoy around the head then pushed his face into his mashed potato, while Marina sat there giggling insanely. A peal of laughter from outside, where Hermione was watching them from outside.
"That is it." Malfoy jumped up, ignoring the potato on his face and in his hair. He ran outside, where it had begun to rain. Hermione shrieked and began to climb down, but Malfoy reached the bottom of the ladder before she did, so she climbed back up again. He climbed up the ladder behind her.
"Don't you dare Draco Malfoy. I am not wearing a swimsuit,"
"Shame"
"Malfoy!" Hermione yelled, as he climbed the ladder, an evil grin on his face.
"Yes?" Hermione inched away, trying not to slip on the wet slide.
"Please don't."
"A mudblood begging?" Hermione slapped him, which caused her to lose her balance. She slipped down, and grabbed Malfoy's wrist. "You have slapped me too many times today." He snarled.
"So sorry. That one was for the muggleborns out there."
"Including your self."
"Not." Malfoy raised an eyebrow. "Just pull me up." Hermione said with a sigh.
"Not? And why should I?"
"Because I asked you to."
"Since when have I done things because you asked me to?" Malfoy asked, but he still didn't let go.
"Since now." Hermione said, her eyes flashing, and her attitude problem (kept secret from her friends and family and the rest of Hogwarts.) kicking into place. Malfoy, surprisingly pulled her up. Hermione grabbed hold of the railings on each side of the seat of the slide, and pulled herself up.
"Thanks." She said. Malfoy shrugged.
"What was that about you not being a mudblood."
"Muggleborn."
"Mudblood."
"Muggleborn."
"Mudblood"
"Muggleborn."
"Mudblood"
"Muggleborn."
"Whatever. What did you mean when you said you weren't one?"
"Exactly what I said. I'm not one."
"So when did this happen?"
"Since I found out that Aunt Marina was my Aunt, and that she was a witch. And that my parents were magical as well."
"And when was this?" Malfoy asked.
"Beginning of the holidays. Move." Malfoy shifted to one side of the ladder, and Hermione climbed down, taking the entire ladder as she passed Malfoy. She headed back to the bright-lighted house, and the darkness made her expression hard to see when she looked back over her shoulder, but Malfoy saw her stick her tongue out, and jumped off the ladder, and raced after her. She ran around to the other side of the pool, and stood there giggling, as Malfoy stalked around the pool. When he came to the corner of her side she ran around again, and inside. Malfoy shot after her, and the house was filled with shrieks and giggles as Malfoy took the stairs two at a time after Hermione, who ran into their bedroom, shut the door and found it didn't lock. She stared at it for a moment, then heard Malfoy running down the hallway. She turned and threw open the window, and began scrambling out, except a strong hand caught her ankle.
"Oh no you don't." Malfoy said, and pulled her back in. Hermione was backed up against the open window, and Malfoy was very close. Her heart began pounding, and Hermione blushed. "Why do you insist on sticking your tongue out a me?" He whispered.
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't." Hermione muttered.
"I can think of plenty of other things that tongue could be doing." Malfoy replied. "Oh please." Hermione pushed past Malfoy, but he yanked her back by her wrist. He kept eye contact with her and placed a soft kiss on the inside of her wrist, then let her go.
Finally, Hermione couldn't take it anymore. She stood up and dumped her plate in the sink and went outside. She climbed to the top of the rather high water slide, and sat there, looking like she was ready to slide. Malfoy kept eating, but Marina looked up.
"Leave her." Malfoy said through a mouthful of mashed potato.
"Why?"
"She'll get over it. She's mad because I kissed her."
"I know, but it isn't just that."
"Oh? What else did I do? Her sunglasses were fine."
"I'm not going to tell you. It isn't any of my business."
"I see." Malfoy looked at Marina, who stared back.
"That doesn't work, Draco Malfoy, so stop trying."
"Maybe you're too old." Malfoy turned back to his food.
"Hey!" An invisible hand clipped Malfoy around the head then pushed his face into his mashed potato, while Marina sat there giggling insanely. A peal of laughter from outside, where Hermione was watching them from outside.
"That is it." Malfoy jumped up, ignoring the potato on his face and in his hair. He ran outside, where it had begun to rain. Hermione shrieked and began to climb down, but Malfoy reached the bottom of the ladder before she did, so she climbed back up again. He climbed up the ladder behind her.
"Don't you dare Draco Malfoy. I am not wearing a swimsuit,"
"Shame"
"Malfoy!" Hermione yelled, as he climbed the ladder, an evil grin on his face.
"Yes?" Hermione inched away, trying not to slip on the wet slide.
"Please don't."
"A mudblood begging?" Hermione slapped him, which caused her to lose her balance. She slipped down, and grabbed Malfoy's wrist. "You have slapped me too many times today." He snarled.
"So sorry. That one was for the muggleborns out there."
"Including your self."
"Not." Malfoy raised an eyebrow. "Just pull me up." Hermione said with a sigh.
"Not? And why should I?"
"Because I asked you to."
"Since when have I done things because you asked me to?" Malfoy asked, but he still didn't let go.
"Since now." Hermione said, her eyes flashing, and her attitude problem (kept secret from her friends and family and the rest of Hogwarts.) kicking into place. Malfoy, surprisingly pulled her up. Hermione grabbed hold of the railings on each side of the seat of the slide, and pulled herself up.
"Thanks." She said. Malfoy shrugged.
"What was that about you not being a mudblood."
"Muggleborn."
"Mudblood."
"Muggleborn."
"Mudblood"
"Muggleborn."
"Mudblood"
"Muggleborn."
"Whatever. What did you mean when you said you weren't one?"
"Exactly what I said. I'm not one."
"So when did this happen?"
"Since I found out that Aunt Marina was my Aunt, and that she was a witch. And that my parents were magical as well."
"And when was this?" Malfoy asked.
"Beginning of the holidays. Move." Malfoy shifted to one side of the ladder, and Hermione climbed down, taking the entire ladder as she passed Malfoy. She headed back to the bright-lighted house, and the darkness made her expression hard to see when she looked back over her shoulder, but Malfoy saw her stick her tongue out, and jumped off the ladder, and raced after her. She ran around to the other side of the pool, and stood there giggling, as Malfoy stalked around the pool. When he came to the corner of her side she ran around again, and inside. Malfoy shot after her, and the house was filled with shrieks and giggles as Malfoy took the stairs two at a time after Hermione, who ran into their bedroom, shut the door and found it didn't lock. She stared at it for a moment, then heard Malfoy running down the hallway. She turned and threw open the window, and began scrambling out, except a strong hand caught her ankle.
"Oh no you don't." Malfoy said, and pulled her back in. Hermione was backed up against the open window, and Malfoy was very close. Her heart began pounding, and Hermione blushed. "Why do you insist on sticking your tongue out a me?" He whispered.
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't." Hermione muttered.
"I can think of plenty of other things that tongue could be doing." Malfoy replied. "Oh please." Hermione pushed past Malfoy, but he yanked her back by her wrist. He kept eye contact with her and placed a soft kiss on the inside of her wrist, then let her go.