Author's note: Hmmm...what is there to say? Thanx for the reviews!
"INSOLENT BOY! I'VE TO TEACH YOU NOW!" roared Lucius at his son Draco. He then beat his five-year-old son with a whip."No! Stop! Father stop! I'm sorry Father! I won't do it again!" cried Draco but his father kept beating him up.
The pain was unbearable. His father, Lucius Malfoy, was a devil in disguise. He was cold towards Draco and kept beating him up for little mistakes. As Draco grew older, get beaten up by his father was a normal thingy.
"Discipline," his father explained to him.
Discipline? More like child abuse. Draco was afraid to grow up to become like his father. Therefore, Draco had two faces. The famous part of him was being a cold-hearted, egoistic, and noone-stands-in-my-way-or- suffer-the-consequences attitude. The other part of him was kind and caring. He showed his good side to only his mother, or those who needed help.
"What goes around, comes around," Draco sighed, as he recalled his terrible childhood. He paced around the lake, unable to sleep.
"Hmmmmm..."Hermione groaned contentedly.
She felt something wet on her lips, and it moved towards her cheek, then to her forehead. What a wet dream! She thought. She slowly opened her eyes, and found a ginger cat purring on her chest.
"Crookshanks, you woke me up," She stroked the cat.
She jumped out of bed to check on the time. It was three in the morning. She could not resist jumping in the lake this time. She sneaked out of the caravan, still in her pajamas, and ran towards the lake.
"Ahhh...it's soo peaceful! The water must be icy cold," Hermione grinned to herself. She wondered, when did she become rebellious?
The night was filled with faint sounds of 'crickings' and owls hooting. There was not anyone around the lake (or what Hermione thought). She walked towards the lake, took of her pajamas and jumped into the lake.
"Brrrr...it's freezing! Ah, who cares?" Hermione did some backstrokes, and swam cheerfully in the cold water naked.
Draco was walking aimlessly around the lake. Then he heard sounds of splashing from the lake.
"Could there be a Giant Squid in the lake?" Draco thought.
Draco ran towards the lake, panted slightly. He rubbed his eyes, disbelieved what he was seeing.
The first thing came across his mind was, "A mermaid?"
Who would not think that that thing was a mermaid? Her golden (cough blame the moon!) glistened in the moonlight. Her had cream coloured porcelain skin. Draco could not see her face, but he bet she was gorgeous. He sat down, and stared dreamily at the 'mermaid'.
Hermione was swimming happily, too busy to notice that there was a boy staring at her. She stopped and stared at the pale figure. Hermione then screamed,
"BLOODY PERVERT! FUCK OFF!"
Draco snapped out of his dream world and started to panic.
"I-I d-don't mean to spy on you miss!" Draco shouted back. He looked around and saw her pajamas. He took it and threw it at the girl and shouted,
"Here! Catch it!"
Hermione threw her hands up and caught her clothes and dressed underwater. She swam to the edge, got up and throw a dirty look.
"Malfoy! I should've known! Spying on naked girls? How low you stoop!" Hermione spat, her face flushed.
"I don't mean it. I thought you were a mermaid. I mean, What the hell are you doing swimming in the fuckingly freezing water in the dead of the night?" Draco hissed.
Hermione glared at him, her face was burning up and yelled, "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU CARE?? IT'S MY FUCKING PROBLEM AND IT DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN SPY ON ME!"
Draco groaned, put his hand on his forehead, "Women, are they all that vicious? Ok! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! Happy? Stop yelling, please..."
Hermione was speechless, she was expecting Malfoy to put on his famous dirty smirk on his face and taunt her. She did not expect Malfoy, the git with an ego as big as the galaxy, to apologize. She was wrong about him.
Hermione shivered as she was soaking wet. Draco took of his jacket and put it on her. He looked down, ashamed with his attitude and said in an unusually soft voice,
"I-I'm s-sorry for calling you a mudblood." Draco said, still looking at his expensive sneakers. He added, "I'm such a git, slimy slimeball (A/n: Duh!! Slimeball suppose to be slimy!), I hope you forgive me, Granger."
"Hermione," corrected Hermione.
"Err...yeah, Hermione?"
"Of course I forgive you. You're not as evil as I thought you were. You're like a chocolate-coated marshmallow (A/n: hehe...love that!), bitter and hard on the outside, but soft and sweet inside." Hermione grinned, (plus blushing furiously)
They gazed upon each other's eyes, Draco's steel grey's upon Hermione's hazel brown's. Draco put his hand on her cheek, pulling her closer. Hermione kept blushing, and closed her eyes. They were very closer, Hermione felt Draco's breath. Draco pulled Hermione to him slowly, closer... closer...