Disclaimer: Ok, well, my disclaimer's got every chance of being the same in every single chapter, so I'm not going to bother writing it over & over, so if u want to read it go to chapter one. However, I would like to add that any song lyrics I use are definitely not mine, but no one's getting money for me using them either.

A/N: Thank you so much to the six beautiful people who gave me reviews, I'll love you all forever. As for the rest of you…grrrrrrrr. Well…this is my first attempt at a fanfic, so I hope you'll forgive me my screw-ups. Well…here goes Chapter 2! I hope you enjoy it, & don't forget to review!

Chapter 2

Hermione sighed as she flung herself down on the lower of the slim bunk beds in her cabin on the train to the lake. The past week had been very busy, as arrangements had to be made for groceries to be taken to the cabin, and she'd found out that she needed a whole new summer wardrobe because all her tops appeared to have shrunk in the wash, which had surprised her greatly as her mum always read the labels on clothes. But she hadn't minded that, after all, any excuse to shop is a good excuse.

Now, her mother was waiting in the aisle of the train for Mrs. Malfoy and -supposedly- Draco, who Hermione still doubted would be coming. Why would he want to spend a week with her anyway? Especially in a place where he wouldn't be able to practice Quidditch –during the day anyway.

Hermione sighed again –yes, life was going well. She loved the lake and the mountains that surrounded it. Even in the summer, there was always at least a small amount of snow at the top of them –and it was warm enough to swim in the lake too! Her summer was looking pretty good to her, and it would be good to rest before next term. No matter how good an act she kept up with Harry and Ron –who saw her as some kind of machine who just kept churning out answers- studying enough to learn what she needed to, and stay ahead of the rest of the grade too, took a lot out of her.

Maybe she should take up a hobby or something. After all, Harry was Gryffindor Quidditch Captain –which always seemed to de-stress him- and Ron was practically married to his to chessboard when she didn't forcibly make him do his homework.

Oh well. The summer was sure to be relaxing, even if she couldn't find a hobby. Speaking of relaxing… she was almost asleep. Drifting…blurring…drowning in a whirlpool that was pulling her deeper and deeper into slee-

SLAM! Hermione sat up with a jolt.

"Hey 'Mione! I always wanted to have a female roommate." Draco leered at Hermione as he threw a backpack onto the top bunk.

What the…?

"What makes you think for one minute that I would share a room with you for even an hour, let alone overnight? And why are you here anyway? I'm sure you have better places to go. You know, things to wreck, places to trash, people to make fun of." In the middle of her outraged diatribe, Hermione had jumped off the bed and –despite the fact that Draco was a full head taller than her- looked directly into his crystal clear, beautifully deep expressive eyes. (A/N: did I just write that?!?!)

"Ohhh," Draco stepped closer to her and slipped his arms around her neck. "Don't you want to share with me Hermione? I promise not to walk around naked –much."

Just as Hermione pulled back –and she thanked her lucky stars afterwards for what happened- Draco's mother poked her head through the open door.

"Draco, darling, this is Hermione's cabin. Ours is the next one along dear."

"Oh, I know Mother. Hermione and I were just…catching up. Can I help you take your bag to your room?"

Draco smirked at Hermione as he left the room in a way that told her that he'd been pulling her leg all along –simply to get her riled at him. Grrrrrrrr, she thought.

~*~

Five hours later, Hermione had walked up and down her cabin about 100 times; done an hour of yoga; tried to read –she'd managed to read the same sentence ten times over-; and had had a light dinner. She was now in the shower.

Draco, for his part, had listened to some music; spent two hours in the train's gym; and contemplated –and decided upon- the best, and most shocking, way of retrieving his backpack from Hermione's room. He also was now in the shower.

~*~

"He was a boy,

She was a girl,

Can I make it any more obvious?

He was a punk,

She did ballet,

What more can I say…"

Singing along to the music blaring from her headphones, Hermione was curled up in bed reading a book by her favourite author that had just come out. When she finished the chapter she was in the middle of, she picked up her Discman and went to the sink opposite the door to get a glass of water. Behind her, she heard a dull thud, and when she turned around, she found herself looking at a broad, muscle-bound chest that was glistening with droplets of water. Looking down, she praised The Lord that this Greek God impostor had a towel wrapped around his waist. Looking up, she discovered a heedful of damp, spiky blonde hair, and an impish smile that would have tempted Mary herself…

A/N: Well well well. Who would have thunk it? As my friend Chris would say, I'm seeing another side of you that I've never met before. Neway, please review! I live for them.