Draco POV
Truth be told, I never thought of Granger that way before. She was just a two-dimensional character to me. A prissy, know-it-all, Mudblood. 1/3 of the Holy Trinity. And that's all. I don't think I ever truly saw her before. Until that day at the lake.
It was a hot day early in September. I was off for a walk around the lake, trying to get away from those twits I call my classmates. As I walked, I noticed a figure off in the distance, reclining by the water. And I heard music; loud, obnoxious Muggle music. As I got closer, I noticed it was Granger. In a bloody bikini at that.
"What are you doing, Granger? Sunbathing?"
She glanced up at me, squinting at the sun, and responded, "Yes, what's it to you, Malfoy?" As usual spitting my name out as if it tasted bad just to say it.
"Oh, I thought, perhaps, the way you hid under those Muggle clothes and your robes, that perhaps you were a burn victim or something."
She huffed and pretended to ignore me. Of course, she couldn't ignore me.
"Anyway Granger, don't you know there's a spell for getting a tan. And what in the bloody hell are you listening to? It's awful."
"It's a mix tape."
"A what?"
"Honestly, Malfoy, do you ever break out to the Muggle world? It is a majority of the world out there."
"Ugh, why dirty myself up for the likes of...what do you call this music, anyway?"
"This is a group called the Sex Pistols."
"Oooh, Granger, sounds risque."
"Bugger off Malfoy, you're standing in my sun now."
"Like I'd want to hang around with you, Mudblood."
"Lousy ferret," she muttered as I took off back the way I'd came.
Another exhilarating exchange with that filthy girl. That filthy girl that actually looked damned good in a bikini. Okay, thoughts like that were NOT ALLOWED in my head. I tried to forget about her and get on with my day.
Later that day
Well, I tried to forget but it wasn't working. I kept seeing her in my head, noticing things I hadn't noticed the first time around. Like a bead of sweat that rolled down her chest between her breasts. The smell of her lotion. The way she'd grown so much curvier over the summer. To top it off, that ruddy awful song kept playing itself through my head in an endless loop.
I am an antichrist I am an anarchist Don't know what I want But I know how to get it I wanna destroy, passer-by
Cause I wanna be anarchy
Granger was listening to this? Anarchy? Granger? This was obviously a side to her I didn't know of. I was truly intrigued. And that'd how it started. Simple really. I knew it would be my downfall. No Malfoy could dirty himself with the likes of her. Yet, hard as I tried, no amount of distraction could get her out of my mind.
Still, there was no way I was going to let this get the best of me.
Hermione POV
Truth be told, I thought I hated Malfoy. After all he done to me and my friends, how could I feel anything but hate? After that little exchange by the lake, I definitely wasn't feeling any friendlier.
Then I had a dream. It was truly nonsensical. I was in a cottage by the ocean. Harry came in with a baby in his arms. I knew this child was ours. He kissed me on the cheek, and handed me the baby, telling me to put it to bed. So I did. Under the sink. This was where babies slept in my dream. Very strange upon waking, but completely normal in my dream. Anyway, Harry and I kissed some more, but I was getting annoyed and tried to push him away, when to my surprise he turned into Malfoy. Then I really got into it. We made love passionately and then I woke up.
As I lay in bed thinking of this dream, I felt really confused, disgusted, and, well, turned on. I tried to go back to sleep but I kept thinking of my dream, how he sounded moaning my name, his lips on mine. I knew I was in trouble.
A/N: More to follow if you like!
Truth be told, I never thought of Granger that way before. She was just a two-dimensional character to me. A prissy, know-it-all, Mudblood. 1/3 of the Holy Trinity. And that's all. I don't think I ever truly saw her before. Until that day at the lake.
It was a hot day early in September. I was off for a walk around the lake, trying to get away from those twits I call my classmates. As I walked, I noticed a figure off in the distance, reclining by the water. And I heard music; loud, obnoxious Muggle music. As I got closer, I noticed it was Granger. In a bloody bikini at that.
"What are you doing, Granger? Sunbathing?"
She glanced up at me, squinting at the sun, and responded, "Yes, what's it to you, Malfoy?" As usual spitting my name out as if it tasted bad just to say it.
"Oh, I thought, perhaps, the way you hid under those Muggle clothes and your robes, that perhaps you were a burn victim or something."
She huffed and pretended to ignore me. Of course, she couldn't ignore me.
"Anyway Granger, don't you know there's a spell for getting a tan. And what in the bloody hell are you listening to? It's awful."
"It's a mix tape."
"A what?"
"Honestly, Malfoy, do you ever break out to the Muggle world? It is a majority of the world out there."
"Ugh, why dirty myself up for the likes of...what do you call this music, anyway?"
"This is a group called the Sex Pistols."
"Oooh, Granger, sounds risque."
"Bugger off Malfoy, you're standing in my sun now."
"Like I'd want to hang around with you, Mudblood."
"Lousy ferret," she muttered as I took off back the way I'd came.
Another exhilarating exchange with that filthy girl. That filthy girl that actually looked damned good in a bikini. Okay, thoughts like that were NOT ALLOWED in my head. I tried to forget about her and get on with my day.
Later that day
Well, I tried to forget but it wasn't working. I kept seeing her in my head, noticing things I hadn't noticed the first time around. Like a bead of sweat that rolled down her chest between her breasts. The smell of her lotion. The way she'd grown so much curvier over the summer. To top it off, that ruddy awful song kept playing itself through my head in an endless loop.
I am an antichrist I am an anarchist Don't know what I want But I know how to get it I wanna destroy, passer-by
Cause I wanna be anarchy
Granger was listening to this? Anarchy? Granger? This was obviously a side to her I didn't know of. I was truly intrigued. And that'd how it started. Simple really. I knew it would be my downfall. No Malfoy could dirty himself with the likes of her. Yet, hard as I tried, no amount of distraction could get her out of my mind.
Still, there was no way I was going to let this get the best of me.
Hermione POV
Truth be told, I thought I hated Malfoy. After all he done to me and my friends, how could I feel anything but hate? After that little exchange by the lake, I definitely wasn't feeling any friendlier.
Then I had a dream. It was truly nonsensical. I was in a cottage by the ocean. Harry came in with a baby in his arms. I knew this child was ours. He kissed me on the cheek, and handed me the baby, telling me to put it to bed. So I did. Under the sink. This was where babies slept in my dream. Very strange upon waking, but completely normal in my dream. Anyway, Harry and I kissed some more, but I was getting annoyed and tried to push him away, when to my surprise he turned into Malfoy. Then I really got into it. We made love passionately and then I woke up.
As I lay in bed thinking of this dream, I felt really confused, disgusted, and, well, turned on. I tried to go back to sleep but I kept thinking of my dream, how he sounded moaning my name, his lips on mine. I knew I was in trouble.
A/N: More to follow if you like!