Around 2 am Malfoy woke up. He lay still for a moment, wondering why he
was awake. Then he heard something moving.
"Hermione?" he whispered. He saw something freeze. "Is that you?"
"Who else would it be?" She whispered back, but Draco was sure he could hear the smile in her voice.
"What are you doing."
"Getting ready to go swimming." Draco sat up.
"Why? It's 2 o'clock in the morning, Hermione."
"I know." Hermione started heading for the door, and Draco put his arm out to stop the dark shape that moved past his bed, he caught her around the waist, and he could feel the slippery cloth of a bathing suit against his hand. He pulled her down so she sat on the edge of the bed, and he could just see her face in the near-darkness of the room.
"So why are you going swimming now?" he asked, kissing her shoulder, which, surprisingly, he found was covered.
"Moonlight swimming. It's great." Hermione said, tilting her head as Draco began kissing his way up her neck.
"You are wearing far too much clothing." He complained.
"It's only a bathing suit." She said with a quiet giggle.
"One that covers your stomach, shoulder and neck. It's a bloody wet suit."
"No it isn't. Are you coming?" Hermione pulled away from him and stood up.
"Yeah. Give me a minute."
"I'll wait outside." Hermione slipped through the door, and leaned against the wall beside it, waiting for him. He joined her after a few minutes, and the two of them slipped down the stairs.
As Hermione passed through patches of moonlight coming from the skylights, Draco finally saw what she was wearing. The top part of the swimsuit looked like a wet suit. It was red, and reached down just above her bellybutton. The bottoms matched, and were high legged. Hermione's braids were pulled up in a knot at the back of her head, except for the few at the front that were too short. She was barefoot, and her legs looked like they went on forever.
"So just how many swimsuits do you have?" He whispered.
"A lot." Hermione answered, as she turned the key in the door. She didn't turn on the pool lights. Once Draco was through the door, she took the key out, shut the door, and put the key back in, so it was on the outside of the lock. She looked at him.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked, and dove into the deep water. Draco rolled his eyes and followed her lead.
"Swimming in the dark is so different." Hermione said from her position on the other side of the pool.
"I can barely see you." Draco said.
"That's what makes it so different." Hermione grinned. She slipped beneath the water with a betraying gurgle of water. She held her breath as she swam past Draco, who she could just about see treading water. She passed him, and touched the far wall and surfaced as slowly as she could. She watched Draco as he still faced the direction she had been in.
"Draco." He spun, and nearly sank. She saw him see her, and smiled. The clouds moved away from the moon and the silver light shone on them both. Draco smiled, back, a shark smile, which made Hermione immediately turn and begin to haul herself out the pool. She was nearly out when an arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back in. She fell in with a laugh, and sank. She could feel Draco sinking with her - his body was pressed against her and his arm was around her waist. She relaxed against him, but then pulled away and surfaced. He spun her around in the water sending ripples flowing out from where they both stood.
Draco didn't say anything. He still stuck with his original thought. Hermione was definitely hot. The moonlight glistened on her wet skin, giving her a pale gold glow. He smiled at the thought.
"What?" Hermione asked.
"Not much." Draco leaned forward and pressed his mouth to hers. Her arms came up around his neck as she held his head to hers. Draco let his hands trail down her back to her waist, where he slipped them under the red tankini.
"Tut tut Draco." Hermione drew back, her eyes sparkling.
"Oh?"
"It's bedtime." Hermione hoisted herself out of the pool and slipped inside.
When Draco slipped into the bedroom, Hermione was already in bed, facing the wall.
"Hermione?" he whispered.
"Yes?"
"What are you going to do about Potty?"
"Potter. I don't know." Hermione murmured. She rolled over to face him, covered her eyes, and rolled back.
"Never seen a guy naked Hermione?"
"I'm no virgin, Malfoy. I wasn't kidding when I said I'd done better, though I bet dad thought I was." She said on after thought. "I hope he thought I was."
"Now this is a surprise." Draco said. Hermione could hear the rustle of fabric from behind her. A smile spread across her face as she stared at the wall. "Goody-two-shoes Granger isn't a virgin? Who was your first? Potter? Weasel?"
"They only wish." Hermione said, rolling onto her back and staring at the ceiling.
"So who was it?"
"Like I'm telling you. Get over it."
"Touché." He said with a smirk, which was accompanied by the squeak of bedsprings. Hermione closed her eyes and let herself fall into sleep.
"Hermione?" he whispered. He saw something freeze. "Is that you?"
"Who else would it be?" She whispered back, but Draco was sure he could hear the smile in her voice.
"What are you doing."
"Getting ready to go swimming." Draco sat up.
"Why? It's 2 o'clock in the morning, Hermione."
"I know." Hermione started heading for the door, and Draco put his arm out to stop the dark shape that moved past his bed, he caught her around the waist, and he could feel the slippery cloth of a bathing suit against his hand. He pulled her down so she sat on the edge of the bed, and he could just see her face in the near-darkness of the room.
"So why are you going swimming now?" he asked, kissing her shoulder, which, surprisingly, he found was covered.
"Moonlight swimming. It's great." Hermione said, tilting her head as Draco began kissing his way up her neck.
"You are wearing far too much clothing." He complained.
"It's only a bathing suit." She said with a quiet giggle.
"One that covers your stomach, shoulder and neck. It's a bloody wet suit."
"No it isn't. Are you coming?" Hermione pulled away from him and stood up.
"Yeah. Give me a minute."
"I'll wait outside." Hermione slipped through the door, and leaned against the wall beside it, waiting for him. He joined her after a few minutes, and the two of them slipped down the stairs.
As Hermione passed through patches of moonlight coming from the skylights, Draco finally saw what she was wearing. The top part of the swimsuit looked like a wet suit. It was red, and reached down just above her bellybutton. The bottoms matched, and were high legged. Hermione's braids were pulled up in a knot at the back of her head, except for the few at the front that were too short. She was barefoot, and her legs looked like they went on forever.
"So just how many swimsuits do you have?" He whispered.
"A lot." Hermione answered, as she turned the key in the door. She didn't turn on the pool lights. Once Draco was through the door, she took the key out, shut the door, and put the key back in, so it was on the outside of the lock. She looked at him.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked, and dove into the deep water. Draco rolled his eyes and followed her lead.
"Swimming in the dark is so different." Hermione said from her position on the other side of the pool.
"I can barely see you." Draco said.
"That's what makes it so different." Hermione grinned. She slipped beneath the water with a betraying gurgle of water. She held her breath as she swam past Draco, who she could just about see treading water. She passed him, and touched the far wall and surfaced as slowly as she could. She watched Draco as he still faced the direction she had been in.
"Draco." He spun, and nearly sank. She saw him see her, and smiled. The clouds moved away from the moon and the silver light shone on them both. Draco smiled, back, a shark smile, which made Hermione immediately turn and begin to haul herself out the pool. She was nearly out when an arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back in. She fell in with a laugh, and sank. She could feel Draco sinking with her - his body was pressed against her and his arm was around her waist. She relaxed against him, but then pulled away and surfaced. He spun her around in the water sending ripples flowing out from where they both stood.
Draco didn't say anything. He still stuck with his original thought. Hermione was definitely hot. The moonlight glistened on her wet skin, giving her a pale gold glow. He smiled at the thought.
"What?" Hermione asked.
"Not much." Draco leaned forward and pressed his mouth to hers. Her arms came up around his neck as she held his head to hers. Draco let his hands trail down her back to her waist, where he slipped them under the red tankini.
"Tut tut Draco." Hermione drew back, her eyes sparkling.
"Oh?"
"It's bedtime." Hermione hoisted herself out of the pool and slipped inside.
When Draco slipped into the bedroom, Hermione was already in bed, facing the wall.
"Hermione?" he whispered.
"Yes?"
"What are you going to do about Potty?"
"Potter. I don't know." Hermione murmured. She rolled over to face him, covered her eyes, and rolled back.
"Never seen a guy naked Hermione?"
"I'm no virgin, Malfoy. I wasn't kidding when I said I'd done better, though I bet dad thought I was." She said on after thought. "I hope he thought I was."
"Now this is a surprise." Draco said. Hermione could hear the rustle of fabric from behind her. A smile spread across her face as she stared at the wall. "Goody-two-shoes Granger isn't a virgin? Who was your first? Potter? Weasel?"
"They only wish." Hermione said, rolling onto her back and staring at the ceiling.
"So who was it?"
"Like I'm telling you. Get over it."
"Touché." He said with a smirk, which was accompanied by the squeak of bedsprings. Hermione closed her eyes and let herself fall into sleep.