Secrets

Chapter Eleven: At The Burrow

(Disclaimer: I don't own any HP titles…)

"All packed up, 'Mione?" Ron asked as he readied the Floo Powder.

"One more thing…" I ran across the Gryffindor common room and turned Draco around to face me.

"I love you." I said before planting a heated and passionate kiss on his sexy little lips. (A/N- Sorry, I just HAD to!)

"I love you, too. I'll write." Draco gave me another hug before disappearing from the room.

I ran back to Ron, who was muttering something similar to 'only be gone for two weeks…'

Ron threw the powder into the flames, which instantly turn a lime green.

"The Burrow." Ron muttered. Ron and I tossed in our entire luggage and held hands as we jumped into the fire. I spun repeatedly, feeling an uncomfortable tug behind my belly button. We finally came pour out of the fireplace at the Burrow, landing on top of each other roughly.

"Ow…" I muttered under my breath as I crawled out from under Ron.

"Mum! We're home!" He yelled, his voice echoing throughout the house.

"Oh, Ronnie-poo!" I heard Mrs. Weasley's voice call from the kitchen as she came parading into the living room, her face glowing with happiness.

"Hey Mum…" Ron said, blushing at his nickname. I smiled apologetically.

"Oh, and hello dear Hermione! I haven't seen you in ages!"

"Yeah, it's been a while…" I said, picking up my baggage and following Ron to our room. (Yeah, OUR room. I trust Ron enough not to try anything.)

"Mum told me the Fred, George and Max are all out playing Quidditch outside." Ron said as we unpacked all of our stuff into dressers. "Wanna go out and join them? Well, I mean, you can watch, seeing as you're afraid of heights…" Ron trailed off.

I laughed understandingly. "Yeah, Ron, that'd be nice." I froze. "You said Max? Max Garcia?" I said, getting an unwanted déjà vu.

"Y-Yeah…" Ron must've seen the frightened look on my face. "Oh, Hermione…"

FLASHBACK

"Awww, come on 'Mione…" Max said, pulling me close to him by my hips and nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. I pushed him away.

"Stay away from me, you sick perv!" I snapped, taking a few steps back. "Leave me alone!"

"You're not scared of me, are you?" He said, a smirk that looked nothing like Draco's splattered on his face.

"I am, in fact!" I said. "I want you to go away!"

Max left me alone… for a while.

END FLASHBACK

So Max Garcia was a disgusting pervert who haunted my nightmares every night. I had been over at the Burrow for part of the summer visiting Ron and Ginny. Max had been over visiting Fred and George. He admitted to me that he'd always been attracted to me, and started obnoxiously flirting with me. He would occasionally touch my butt, or poke my stomach, or 'accidentally' bump into my breast- perv-y things like that. Stuff like that got old really fast. I had told Ron everything that had been going on, and Ron kept on telling me to avoid him or go back to Hogwarts or my home, but something kept me going back to Max…

"I'll be fine, don't worry about me." I said, shaking my head and clearing all bad memories. Maybe he had changed. Maybe.

"Okay, if you say so…" Said Ron, not sounding totally convinced. "There's a lake right by the Quidditch pitch, and once we're done playing everyone' s going to go down and go swimming. Interested?"

"Of course- any opportunity to tan… I must be so pale!" I said, laughing at the baffled look on his face.

I changed out of my robes and put on my black bikini, which I hid behind a tank top and a pair of jeans. I followed Ron out the Quidditch field, where three 'men' where flying around, tossing a bunch of 'lively' balls around.

"Okay, 'Mione, you can stay down here-" Ron started, but I was already off on a broomstick, soaring into the air like there was no tomorrow. I was now grateful for the lessons Draco had given me…

"Where'd you learn how to fly, Hermione?" Fred said, coming up from behind.

"Yeah, didn't know you had it in ya!" George said, echoing his brother.

I laughed casually. "I've been taking lessons from a close friend…"

The twins flew off as Max came up to me. "Hey, 'Mione, long time no see…"

"Yeah…" I muttered before flying off to Ron, feeling uncomfortable being alone with him.

"Wow, Hermione! Where'd you learn to do that?" Ron asked as I flew up to him, doing a few spirals.

"Draco taught me…" I had told Ron everything that's going on between Draco and I, seeing how I trust him completely.

"Cool, I guess you miss him already, then."

"How'd you know?"

"Good guess…" Ron said, smirking and flying off.

I started to follow him; but I felt something hold me back. I turned around to find Max holding on to the tail of my broomstick. When I saw him loosen his grip, I took this to my advantage and flew off, trying to get away from the pervert behind me. I looked back and was surprised to find him following me. I quickened my pace, only to have Max do the same. I began dipping and turning and circling- doing anything to get him off of my trail. When he was close enough behind me to touch me, he grabbed onto my hair and gave it a sharp tug, sending me falling backwards and falling off of my broom. I screamed and closed my eyes, waiting for the ground to come and greet me. But the ground never came- only a pair of strong, muscular arms. I opened my eyes and found myself looking at a pair of green eyes looking back at me.

"Max! Put me down right now!" I snapped, squirming inside at being this close to the man I despise the most.

"Now, now, love, that's no way to talk to the man who just saved your life!"

"I'd hardly call you a man!" I snapped without fear.

Max was holding me bridal style and gave my bum an affectionate squeeze. "I'm not that bad, am I?" He asked, making a puppy dogface.

"Ron!" I yelled.

Ron immediately flew over, the worried expression on his face turning to annoyed. "Max, leave her alone… Here, 'Mione, hop onto my broomstick…"

I carefully went from Max's arms to the back of Ron's broom, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"God, thanks for that…" I muttered into his ear as we went flying toward a giant lake surrounded by trees. "I'm totally thankful we're sharing a room…"

Ron slowed to a halt as we reached the shore of the lake. I tore off my jeans and tank top and dove into the cool and refreshing waters of the lake. When I surfaced, I was ambushed by the waves made from all four of the men jumping in at once. I swam out to where I couldn't touch and waited for Ron to come to me.

Unfortunately, whom I thought was Ron, turned out to be Max, who was now swimming towards me with a mischievous grin on his face. As much as I hate to admit this, Max is a very good-looking guy. He has jet-black hair and bright green eyes- not as bright as Harry's, though. He's well built, and obviously works out, because he has a six-pack. He's tall, about two inches more than me, standing at about '5"8. But his looks have nothing to do with his horrible personality.

"'Ello, love." Max said, breast-strok-ing over to me. "Miss me?"

"No." I said, turning to swim away from him.

I felt his hand creep around my waist and pull me close to him, up against his body.

"Max…" I muttered, squirming beneath his touch. He only held me closer to him, breathing down my neck. I noticed Ron, Fred and George out jumping into the water off of a small cliff. Not noticing me. Max glided his hands up to my breasts, and started massaging them gently. I pulled away fiercely and glared daggers at him before swimming over to join Ron.

"Hey, 'Mione!" George called over to me. "Fancy a jump from up here?"

"Sure!" I yelled up to him. I climbed up there while Fred followed, Ron on his trail. Once we were all on top of the small cliff, I linked hands with Fred and George, who were on my left and right, and, with a running start, we all jumped into the water at once.

"Whoohoo!" Ron hollered triumphantly. "Did you see that giant wave we made?"

"Yeah, it kicked arse!"

"Totally!" I chimed in.

I once again felt a pair of hands slip around my waist and up towards my breasts. But this time, instead of staying outside of my bathing suit, Max ventured inside. His hand being inside my bikini, touching my breasts, made me very, very uncomfortable. I dove underwater and away from the pervert behind me and swam over to Ron.

"I'll be inside…" I muttered before hearing Max yell after me.

"You know you like it!" He called.

XxX

Dearest Hermione,

I miss you already. Nothing's really happening over at the Manor… same old, same old. I really wish you were here, thought, I know you'd add some 'fun' into these two weeks we have apart. Maybe I can apparate over to the outside of Ron's house at midnight one night… Well, write back with an answer, and remember, I LOVE YOU!

-Lubby

It took me a minute to figure out whom Lubby was. I smiled at his letter. I'd love more than anything to be able to see Draco in the next two weeks. I know he wouldn't stand for Max's perverted-ness. I decided to write back;

Lubby,

It's so different not being able to see you every day! I fell off a broom today, and was caught by the one person I hoped I'd never see again; Max Garcia. Do you remember what I told you about how he is? Well, he's staying the two weeks with Fred and George, and I'll have to put up with him. God, it's horrible… Anyway, I'd LOVE for you to come at midnight one night… How's tomorrow?

I'll love you always,

You're truly,

-Hermione

I felt that that was all I needed to say about Max, for Draco would hopefully catch on.

(A/N- Bad ending, I know… Next chappie will be up soon!)