I've been meaning 2 say this 4 a while - I dnt own anything
The next morning, Malfoy woke up to Papa Roach blasting on the downstairs stereo. He rolled his eyes at Hermione's empty bed, and messy side of the room. By the time he made it downstairs, it was still playing and Hermione was head-banging her way around the room. Malfoy stopped in the doorway to watch. She was wearing a short grey tartan skirt, much like the red one she had arrived in. She wore knee high black leather boots with high heels. She wore a red bikini top that crossed in front of her neck then tied behind it. Her brown and red braids flew around her head as she ate an apple and tidied up. Then the music changed to something more folk-song- ish. Then it abruptly changed. Hermione was skipping around the room cleaning up. Malfoy recognised the song after a moment to be Rasputin, by Boiled in Lead. Marina came stumbling down stairs and knocked him into the room, and Hermione grabbed him, grinning insanely, and started dancing him around the room. After he got over the shock, he started dancing with her. They fast-waltzed around the room a couple of times, and Malfoy was surprised at her skill at dancing, especially this quickly in those heels. He had been taught to dance, of course, all Malfoys were. The fast bit at the end got a bit desperate as they manoeuvred around the furniture, and they were both short of breath and laughing (which didn't help) by the time it finished, when they both collapsed on the couch. Change, by Staind came on, and gave them a chance to get their breath back.
"I didn't know you could dance." Hermione said after a moment.
"All Malfoy's can."
"Good for you."
"How do you dance in those heels?" Malfoy asked. Hermione looked down, and crossed her legs, which made her skirt inch up.
"These? I don't know. I just do. You can try 'em if you like." She said with a grin.
"That's okay, I'll pass."
"Your loss."
"Somehow I doubt it." Malfoy said, looking at her sideways. Hermione giggled, then shrugged. She bounced up from the couch, and started dancing again, only this time she danced slower, and it was definitely not doing Malfoy's hormones any good. The song was Take it, by Staind again, and Hermione was swaying her hips as she wandered around the living room. Malfoy was just happy watching her. Those boots made her legs look really long, and that skirt really was short. Malfoy kept getting glimpses of the red bikini bottoms that matched the top. She disappeared into the kitchen, then didn't come out, and with a sigh, Malfoy hauled himself off the couch and went to the kitchen to get a drink.
Hermione was there, sipping a glass of water. Her nails were black and red. She hadn't done the alternating evenly though. Her first finger and little finger were the same colour, whereas the two in the middle and her thumb were the same colour. "I hadn't noticed your nails." Malfoy said, nodding at them. Hermione examined them.
"I only did them this morning."
"Explain why I hadn't noticed them."
"Yes, Mr Observant." Malfoy flipped her off. Hermione turned to refill her glass, hiding a smile as she did so. Heavy metal music, Cold by Static- X blasted through the house. Marina was outside, reading a newspaper at the deck-table. Malfoy smirked to himself, then walked up behind Hermione, trapping her against the sink with his body. She froze. He put his glass down on the counter, and wrapped his hands around Hermione's shoulder, and lowered his lips to her neck. Hermione didn't say anything, but tilted her head to the side, exposing more of her skin to his mouth. He smiled against her neck, before he lightly bit it. Instead of protesting, Hermione brought her hand up to his head, and held it down while she turned against him. One she was facing him, he attacked her mouth. She kissed back, holding his head to hers. His hands trailed down her bare back, pulling gently on the bikini ties, then letting go. His fingers traced patterns on her back, as they made their way to the waistband of her skirt.
His mouth left hers, and trailed kissed along her jawbone to her neck, where he sucked and bit.
Then a crash interrupted them. They broke apart abruptly, Malfoy turning to the living room door.
"Hermione!" A familiar voice yelled.
"Shit!" Hermione swore. "Hold 'em off. I have to go change."
"You look fine to me." Malfoy said, tracing the waistband of her skirt with his finger.
"Just do it!" Hermione turned and ran up the servant stairs, and Malfoy leaned nonchalantly against the counter, waiting for the duo to come in.
"Malfoy!" Harry exclaimed as he walked into the kitchen.
"Hello Potty. Not died yet I see. Bloody shame."
"Shut up Malfoy. Where's Hermione?" Ron growled.
"Mind your manners, Weasel. She's upstairs, getting changed."
"Why?"
"Ask her." Malfoy said with a shrug. There was running above them, then Hermione came down the stairs.
"Harry! Ron!" Hermione threw herself at them, a completely different person then the one that went upstairs a few minutes ago. She wore a knee- length jean-skirt and a t-shirt, and her braids were pulled back. She'd wiped off the red eyeshadow and lipstick, and as she hugged Harry she gave Malfoy a look that clearly said, 'keep your mouth shut.' He grinned a little, then brushed past Ron and joined Marina outside.
"So how are you?" Ron asked, as he hugged her.
"I'm good." She said, with a smile.
"Poor you, having to live with him. At least you can avoid him for most of the time." Harry said.
"Most of the time, yeah. There's only one kitchen, after all." Hermione said with a grin. Have you met my Aunt Marina?"
The boys shook their heads. "Come on then." Hermione pushed the two of them out the door, and over to wear Marina and Malfoy sat. Hermione shook her head at Malfoy who smirked. Marina watched this mini-interchange with a slight smile. "I'm glad to meet you two." She said when the boys had introduced themselves. She stood and walked around Malfoy and stood in front of him as she smiled at Harry and Ron. "Feel free to stay as long as you like." She said with a smile. Behind her, Malfoy made gagging noises. She stepped back slightly onto his foot and the noises abruptly stopped.
The boys only stayed till the evening. Hermione had no sooner watched the green flames die down, then she was tearing off the T shirt as she ran to the stereo and on went Papa Roach. She undid the denim skirt, leaving it in a pile on the couch, revealing her short grey skirt and dragged her boots out from under said couch. She pulled her hair band out, and started head banging her way around the room again, until she came to the patio door, where Malfoy stood, clearly enjoying the view. Hermione stopped and put her hands on her hips.
"What?" she demanded.
"No, nothing. Don't let me disrupt your little headbanging session." Malfoy shook his head, smirking.
"Too late. Humph. Damn you." Hermione turned off the music, and pushed past Malfoy onto the hot patio. She bent over to undo her shoes, giving Malfoy an interesting view, then straightened.
"Damn Granger, just bend back over, will you?" Malfoy smacked her on the bottom as he walked past, and Hermione took a wipe at him and missed. He chuckled, then sat down on a recliner, clasped his hand behind his head, and made it perfectly obvious that he was settling down to watch Hermione strip. She smiled at him, and slowed down, snaking out of her skirt, and letting it pool around her feet. Malfoy looked a little surprised at her daring.
Then she turned and walked to the deep end of the pool, and up to the ladder for the diving boards. Marina had made the pool deeper by magic, so now high diving boards could be used. Hermione climbed the second highest, paused at the beginning of the board and caught Malfoy's eye. She raised her eyebrows, then brought her attention back to the dive. She ran to the end of the board and jumped. She did two somersaults in the air, slipping into the water like a hot knife into butter. She emerged a few seconds later, shaking the water of her face. Malfoy clapped slowly, mockingly.
"Oh, like you can do any better?" Hermione sneered.
"Is that a challenge, Miss Granger?" Malfoy inquired.
"You bet your ass it is."
"Hey. Leave the betting of my ass to the person who owns it okay? I'll go change. Then we'll see." Malfoy went inside, and Hermione duck dived into the water, enjoying the cool water on her skin after the hot heat above water. Everything looked so calm and peaceful underwater. Like there was nothing that could upset it. She surface in time to see Malfoy walk out of the house. Hermione swam over to the steps where she sat down and crossed her legs. She rested her elbow on her knee, and leaned her chin on her half-fisted hand, and watched Malfoy. He climbed to the top diving board, blew her a kiss, then jumped.
He was an excellent diver, Hermione had to admit. Alright, she was using that hand supporting her chin to keep her mouth shut. Her eyes followed Draco's form as he spun and somersaulted, finally slipping into the water almost as smoothly as Hermione had done.
She stood up, and stepped out of the water. She walked across the hot cement towards the diving boards, and grinned at Malfoy, who had just surfaced and was shaking the water off of his face and hair.
"Think you can beat that, Hermione?" he grinned back at the surprised expression on her face. After a moment, she shrugged, and continued on her way to the diving board. She started the climb, and Malfoy reflected that there were advantages to watching a hot girl in a small bikini climb a ladder, especially when you were at the bottom. He swam to the side, and held onto it with one hand, watching.
"Actually, I do, Draco." Hermione smiled, then blew him a kiss like the one he had done to her. Then she raised her arms, jerked backwards like Malfoy had seen professional gymnasts do, then cartwheeled, coming out of it into two back-handsprings which brought her to the end of the board, where she used her momentum to propel herself high into the air, where she did curled somersaults, followed by an entire outstretched somesault. Her entire body spun in the air, made a 110 degrees rotation just before she hit the water, which allowed her to slip into the water as smoothly as always.
"Ever did gymnastics?" Malfoy asked, when Hermione surfaced, her dark braids clinging to her face.
"A few times." Hermione murmured, looking up at him from under her eyelashes.
"Only a few?" Malfoy said with a raised eyebrow. He pushed off from the side and met Hermione in the centre of the pool, the two of them treading water.
"Maybe more than a few." Hermione conceded.
"How many more?" He asked, his voice low.
"Wouldn't you like to know!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Yes actually!" Malfoy grinned and splashed Hermione. She shrieked, splashed him back and dived. He grabbed her ankle and jerked her back, scratching the palm of his hand on her ankle bracelet. She surfaced in front of him, grinning like an idiot, while he inspected his scratched palm. "Look what you did to me!" He said. Hermione rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand, inspecting it.
"Aw, is poor liddle Dwayco bleeding?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.
"Yes." Malfoy replied.
Hermione brought his palm to her lips and kissed the scratches. "There you go," she said. "I kissed it better for you." She grinned and began swimming away.
"Oh no you don't." he said and pulled her back by her arm.
"Will you stop doing that?" she rolled her eyes.
"Nope. You didn't finish."
"Finish what?" Hermione said. She flipped her hair behind her shoulder with a dripping hand.
"Finish this." Malfoy kissed her. Hermione let him for a moment then pulled away.
"Keep this up and we'll sink."
"Put your feet down and stop whining." Malfoy whispered in her ear. She did so.
"How the-"
"Nuh-uh-uh, Hermione. Don't ask questions and I wont tell lies."
"Liar."
"True." Malfoy kissed her again. Hermione ran her fingers through his hair, but then pulled away.
"Malfoy, I cant do this. Harry's my boyfriend." Hermione said, taking a step back.
"Yet you have to change clothes when he arrives?"
"It's difficult. I cant explain.it's like."
"You're afraid he wont like who you really are?" Malfoy asked quietly. Hermione stared at him. "Oh come on, Hermione! It's painfully obvious!"
"Since when did you call me by my first name?" She asked.
"Does it matter? And stop avoiding the subject. You say you love him, yet you're hiding from him." Malfoy held Hermione by the wrists, stopping her from running away.
Hermione turned her face away, unwilling to look at Malfoy, to look at those grey eyes that knew.
"Malfoy, please. Don't. Just don't."
"Don't call me Malfoy. For once just call me Draco." That got her attention, she turned her head but didn't meet his eyes.
"Why can't you tell him? Why cant you show him?" Malfoy asked, pressing the subject. Hermione looked away again. "Look at me!" he growled. Hermione turned her head back, but again refused to meet his eyes. Malfoy grasped both her wrists in one hand, and used the other to grasp her chin and force her to meet his eyes.
"I'm scared, okay! There, are you happy now?" Hermione cried, wrenching her hands from Malfoy's grip and swimming over to the side. She levered herself out of the water, and ran inside. Malfoy stood in the water for a while, then shook his head and swam to the side, and got out. He grabbed a towel on his way in, and headed upstairs. He passed Hermione on the stairs, and she didn't look at him. She was actually dressed quite conservatively for her. Black trousers and a black sports crop top. She was wrapping black cloth around her fists as she went.
The next morning, Malfoy woke up to Papa Roach blasting on the downstairs stereo. He rolled his eyes at Hermione's empty bed, and messy side of the room. By the time he made it downstairs, it was still playing and Hermione was head-banging her way around the room. Malfoy stopped in the doorway to watch. She was wearing a short grey tartan skirt, much like the red one she had arrived in. She wore knee high black leather boots with high heels. She wore a red bikini top that crossed in front of her neck then tied behind it. Her brown and red braids flew around her head as she ate an apple and tidied up. Then the music changed to something more folk-song- ish. Then it abruptly changed. Hermione was skipping around the room cleaning up. Malfoy recognised the song after a moment to be Rasputin, by Boiled in Lead. Marina came stumbling down stairs and knocked him into the room, and Hermione grabbed him, grinning insanely, and started dancing him around the room. After he got over the shock, he started dancing with her. They fast-waltzed around the room a couple of times, and Malfoy was surprised at her skill at dancing, especially this quickly in those heels. He had been taught to dance, of course, all Malfoys were. The fast bit at the end got a bit desperate as they manoeuvred around the furniture, and they were both short of breath and laughing (which didn't help) by the time it finished, when they both collapsed on the couch. Change, by Staind came on, and gave them a chance to get their breath back.
"I didn't know you could dance." Hermione said after a moment.
"All Malfoy's can."
"Good for you."
"How do you dance in those heels?" Malfoy asked. Hermione looked down, and crossed her legs, which made her skirt inch up.
"These? I don't know. I just do. You can try 'em if you like." She said with a grin.
"That's okay, I'll pass."
"Your loss."
"Somehow I doubt it." Malfoy said, looking at her sideways. Hermione giggled, then shrugged. She bounced up from the couch, and started dancing again, only this time she danced slower, and it was definitely not doing Malfoy's hormones any good. The song was Take it, by Staind again, and Hermione was swaying her hips as she wandered around the living room. Malfoy was just happy watching her. Those boots made her legs look really long, and that skirt really was short. Malfoy kept getting glimpses of the red bikini bottoms that matched the top. She disappeared into the kitchen, then didn't come out, and with a sigh, Malfoy hauled himself off the couch and went to the kitchen to get a drink.
Hermione was there, sipping a glass of water. Her nails were black and red. She hadn't done the alternating evenly though. Her first finger and little finger were the same colour, whereas the two in the middle and her thumb were the same colour. "I hadn't noticed your nails." Malfoy said, nodding at them. Hermione examined them.
"I only did them this morning."
"Explain why I hadn't noticed them."
"Yes, Mr Observant." Malfoy flipped her off. Hermione turned to refill her glass, hiding a smile as she did so. Heavy metal music, Cold by Static- X blasted through the house. Marina was outside, reading a newspaper at the deck-table. Malfoy smirked to himself, then walked up behind Hermione, trapping her against the sink with his body. She froze. He put his glass down on the counter, and wrapped his hands around Hermione's shoulder, and lowered his lips to her neck. Hermione didn't say anything, but tilted her head to the side, exposing more of her skin to his mouth. He smiled against her neck, before he lightly bit it. Instead of protesting, Hermione brought her hand up to his head, and held it down while she turned against him. One she was facing him, he attacked her mouth. She kissed back, holding his head to hers. His hands trailed down her bare back, pulling gently on the bikini ties, then letting go. His fingers traced patterns on her back, as they made their way to the waistband of her skirt.
His mouth left hers, and trailed kissed along her jawbone to her neck, where he sucked and bit.
Then a crash interrupted them. They broke apart abruptly, Malfoy turning to the living room door.
"Hermione!" A familiar voice yelled.
"Shit!" Hermione swore. "Hold 'em off. I have to go change."
"You look fine to me." Malfoy said, tracing the waistband of her skirt with his finger.
"Just do it!" Hermione turned and ran up the servant stairs, and Malfoy leaned nonchalantly against the counter, waiting for the duo to come in.
"Malfoy!" Harry exclaimed as he walked into the kitchen.
"Hello Potty. Not died yet I see. Bloody shame."
"Shut up Malfoy. Where's Hermione?" Ron growled.
"Mind your manners, Weasel. She's upstairs, getting changed."
"Why?"
"Ask her." Malfoy said with a shrug. There was running above them, then Hermione came down the stairs.
"Harry! Ron!" Hermione threw herself at them, a completely different person then the one that went upstairs a few minutes ago. She wore a knee- length jean-skirt and a t-shirt, and her braids were pulled back. She'd wiped off the red eyeshadow and lipstick, and as she hugged Harry she gave Malfoy a look that clearly said, 'keep your mouth shut.' He grinned a little, then brushed past Ron and joined Marina outside.
"So how are you?" Ron asked, as he hugged her.
"I'm good." She said, with a smile.
"Poor you, having to live with him. At least you can avoid him for most of the time." Harry said.
"Most of the time, yeah. There's only one kitchen, after all." Hermione said with a grin. Have you met my Aunt Marina?"
The boys shook their heads. "Come on then." Hermione pushed the two of them out the door, and over to wear Marina and Malfoy sat. Hermione shook her head at Malfoy who smirked. Marina watched this mini-interchange with a slight smile. "I'm glad to meet you two." She said when the boys had introduced themselves. She stood and walked around Malfoy and stood in front of him as she smiled at Harry and Ron. "Feel free to stay as long as you like." She said with a smile. Behind her, Malfoy made gagging noises. She stepped back slightly onto his foot and the noises abruptly stopped.
The boys only stayed till the evening. Hermione had no sooner watched the green flames die down, then she was tearing off the T shirt as she ran to the stereo and on went Papa Roach. She undid the denim skirt, leaving it in a pile on the couch, revealing her short grey skirt and dragged her boots out from under said couch. She pulled her hair band out, and started head banging her way around the room again, until she came to the patio door, where Malfoy stood, clearly enjoying the view. Hermione stopped and put her hands on her hips.
"What?" she demanded.
"No, nothing. Don't let me disrupt your little headbanging session." Malfoy shook his head, smirking.
"Too late. Humph. Damn you." Hermione turned off the music, and pushed past Malfoy onto the hot patio. She bent over to undo her shoes, giving Malfoy an interesting view, then straightened.
"Damn Granger, just bend back over, will you?" Malfoy smacked her on the bottom as he walked past, and Hermione took a wipe at him and missed. He chuckled, then sat down on a recliner, clasped his hand behind his head, and made it perfectly obvious that he was settling down to watch Hermione strip. She smiled at him, and slowed down, snaking out of her skirt, and letting it pool around her feet. Malfoy looked a little surprised at her daring.
Then she turned and walked to the deep end of the pool, and up to the ladder for the diving boards. Marina had made the pool deeper by magic, so now high diving boards could be used. Hermione climbed the second highest, paused at the beginning of the board and caught Malfoy's eye. She raised her eyebrows, then brought her attention back to the dive. She ran to the end of the board and jumped. She did two somersaults in the air, slipping into the water like a hot knife into butter. She emerged a few seconds later, shaking the water of her face. Malfoy clapped slowly, mockingly.
"Oh, like you can do any better?" Hermione sneered.
"Is that a challenge, Miss Granger?" Malfoy inquired.
"You bet your ass it is."
"Hey. Leave the betting of my ass to the person who owns it okay? I'll go change. Then we'll see." Malfoy went inside, and Hermione duck dived into the water, enjoying the cool water on her skin after the hot heat above water. Everything looked so calm and peaceful underwater. Like there was nothing that could upset it. She surface in time to see Malfoy walk out of the house. Hermione swam over to the steps where she sat down and crossed her legs. She rested her elbow on her knee, and leaned her chin on her half-fisted hand, and watched Malfoy. He climbed to the top diving board, blew her a kiss, then jumped.
He was an excellent diver, Hermione had to admit. Alright, she was using that hand supporting her chin to keep her mouth shut. Her eyes followed Draco's form as he spun and somersaulted, finally slipping into the water almost as smoothly as Hermione had done.
She stood up, and stepped out of the water. She walked across the hot cement towards the diving boards, and grinned at Malfoy, who had just surfaced and was shaking the water off of his face and hair.
"Think you can beat that, Hermione?" he grinned back at the surprised expression on her face. After a moment, she shrugged, and continued on her way to the diving board. She started the climb, and Malfoy reflected that there were advantages to watching a hot girl in a small bikini climb a ladder, especially when you were at the bottom. He swam to the side, and held onto it with one hand, watching.
"Actually, I do, Draco." Hermione smiled, then blew him a kiss like the one he had done to her. Then she raised her arms, jerked backwards like Malfoy had seen professional gymnasts do, then cartwheeled, coming out of it into two back-handsprings which brought her to the end of the board, where she used her momentum to propel herself high into the air, where she did curled somersaults, followed by an entire outstretched somesault. Her entire body spun in the air, made a 110 degrees rotation just before she hit the water, which allowed her to slip into the water as smoothly as always.
"Ever did gymnastics?" Malfoy asked, when Hermione surfaced, her dark braids clinging to her face.
"A few times." Hermione murmured, looking up at him from under her eyelashes.
"Only a few?" Malfoy said with a raised eyebrow. He pushed off from the side and met Hermione in the centre of the pool, the two of them treading water.
"Maybe more than a few." Hermione conceded.
"How many more?" He asked, his voice low.
"Wouldn't you like to know!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Yes actually!" Malfoy grinned and splashed Hermione. She shrieked, splashed him back and dived. He grabbed her ankle and jerked her back, scratching the palm of his hand on her ankle bracelet. She surfaced in front of him, grinning like an idiot, while he inspected his scratched palm. "Look what you did to me!" He said. Hermione rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand, inspecting it.
"Aw, is poor liddle Dwayco bleeding?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.
"Yes." Malfoy replied.
Hermione brought his palm to her lips and kissed the scratches. "There you go," she said. "I kissed it better for you." She grinned and began swimming away.
"Oh no you don't." he said and pulled her back by her arm.
"Will you stop doing that?" she rolled her eyes.
"Nope. You didn't finish."
"Finish what?" Hermione said. She flipped her hair behind her shoulder with a dripping hand.
"Finish this." Malfoy kissed her. Hermione let him for a moment then pulled away.
"Keep this up and we'll sink."
"Put your feet down and stop whining." Malfoy whispered in her ear. She did so.
"How the-"
"Nuh-uh-uh, Hermione. Don't ask questions and I wont tell lies."
"Liar."
"True." Malfoy kissed her again. Hermione ran her fingers through his hair, but then pulled away.
"Malfoy, I cant do this. Harry's my boyfriend." Hermione said, taking a step back.
"Yet you have to change clothes when he arrives?"
"It's difficult. I cant explain.it's like."
"You're afraid he wont like who you really are?" Malfoy asked quietly. Hermione stared at him. "Oh come on, Hermione! It's painfully obvious!"
"Since when did you call me by my first name?" She asked.
"Does it matter? And stop avoiding the subject. You say you love him, yet you're hiding from him." Malfoy held Hermione by the wrists, stopping her from running away.
Hermione turned her face away, unwilling to look at Malfoy, to look at those grey eyes that knew.
"Malfoy, please. Don't. Just don't."
"Don't call me Malfoy. For once just call me Draco." That got her attention, she turned her head but didn't meet his eyes.
"Why can't you tell him? Why cant you show him?" Malfoy asked, pressing the subject. Hermione looked away again. "Look at me!" he growled. Hermione turned her head back, but again refused to meet his eyes. Malfoy grasped both her wrists in one hand, and used the other to grasp her chin and force her to meet his eyes.
"I'm scared, okay! There, are you happy now?" Hermione cried, wrenching her hands from Malfoy's grip and swimming over to the side. She levered herself out of the water, and ran inside. Malfoy stood in the water for a while, then shook his head and swam to the side, and got out. He grabbed a towel on his way in, and headed upstairs. He passed Hermione on the stairs, and she didn't look at him. She was actually dressed quite conservatively for her. Black trousers and a black sports crop top. She was wrapping black cloth around her fists as she went.