Ch 2

On Fire

Are you supposed to write a disclaimer every ch? Note to all my previous reviewers at the end of my story.

ps: ocardevoli how was france lol?

Thoughts are in italics.

"MALFOY! I'm sorry! Come back!"

Draco Malfoy was lying against a rock, legs crossed and relaxing. What the fuck? Is that Hermione calling me back?

He followed the direction of her voice and could not suppress the large smirk crawling up his face. Hermione's really calling me back! Someone wake me up! The rain was subsiding. Draco's socks were wet and made a squeaking noise whenever he took a step.

"Called mudblood dear?" he asked.

"Don't call me mudblood!" she snapped. Don't call me dear either.

"Well someone's ungrateful," he said mockingly.

But when he looked down at her and saw her pitiful condition he almost felt sorry. She was huddled on the ground with a large stack of wet wood and a pile of used matches.

"You don't know how to build a fire, do you?" he said.

Hermione seethed inside. "No I don't. I'm sure you do though, so please, enlighten me."

If enlighten has a dirty meaning, I'd be glad to.

"Do you have matches?"

"Not anymore," she said looking down at the used pile. "Oh wait! I have these two left." She handed him the matches and sat back to watch.

"First, you have to use dry wood," he said, grabbing some dry branches from the pine tree above them. "Then, you light the match and voila! The wood catches on fire."

Hermione couldn't stand his smug expression. But suddenly, his haughty look turned to one of horror as the flame went out.

"Oh, good job," she said sarcastically.

"GEEZ! I still have one more!"

"Omg you said 'geez' I'm so intimidated," she said cynically.

"Just because I refrain from swearing in front of you does not mean I can't, so shut up or I will!"

"So what? You think I care if you swear!"

"I don't care what you think, I care what I think! MOI! In case you didn't notice, I'm the one both saving us from pneumonia by building this fire."

"Shut the fuck up you arrogant bastard!" she yelled. "You know what! JUST GO! I don't need your help! I'll figure it out by myself. And 'in case you didn't notice' the flame WENT OUT! You don't know how to build a fire! So stop acting all smart, because you're not!"

Draco watched incredulously. Did she just say fuck up to me? Ok, she's called me arrogant bastard before, but fuck up? Her? The bookworm-perfect-teacher's-pet girl who's never sweared in her life? I bet she's even a virgin. This nun is swearing at me?

"Hermione! Don't you DARE say fuck up to me again."

"Why? What are you going to do? Start a fire? Guess what FUCK UP!"

In anger he grabbed her shoulder with one hand and squeezed her arm with the other.

"Oww! Get off! You're such a bully!"

"See, this is what happens if you say 'fuck up' to me!"

He pushed her hands into the pine tree behind them, mostly for protection from the slapping machine arms of hers.

Rage was sparking like lightning. Hermione's cheeks went red. What was he doing?

"Malfoy! GET OFF!"

He leaned in and kissed her on the lips. His tongue entered her mouth, gliding smoothly. He bit Hermione's lower lip and felt her soft moan. As he was doing so, his grip became softer.

"Malfoy," she said, turning her head away from him and holding a painful expression on her face.

"What?" he asked quietly.

"I don't know what I'm doing. This is all crazy. We're supposed to be enemies." His silver blue eyes looked at her face with confusion. Do we have to be enemies? he wondered.

"Let's forget about that for now," he said, pulling her closer. He trailed kisses down her neck, stopping at where her shirt ended at her chest. She ached for relief. Malfoy was sucking on her lips again, then let his tongue trace inside her mouth. Hermione gasped for air. He really was making her lose her breath.

"Shall I stop for now?" he asked with a smirk, his arm on her waist pushing her nearer to him. She brushed her sweaty forehead.

"You still have a match left," she reminded. His smirk turned into a smile.

"Ok, I'll show you how Malfoys make a fire," he said, giving her a last kiss she couldn't get herself to draw away from.

He took the last match, and carefully striked it against the match box. When it was ablaze, he dropped it onto the pile. Tension was in the air as they both leaned in to watch it. The match burned for a few seconds, then went out.

"Oh no," said Hermione, sounding like she was going to cry.

Draco suddenly sat bolt upright. "Hey! What are matches when you've got wands!" He grabbed his bag and dug through its contents. "It got to be here somewhere—" He emptied the bag on the floor and picked through the clutter.

"Where is it?" he asked desperately. Hermione layed against the pine tree and closed her eyes.

"Professor McGonagall took them on the train after we wouldn't stop hexing each other, remember?" She had just pronounced both of their doom.

Draco stared down at his bag sadly. We're both going to die. Such a shame really I was looking forward to Christmas this year. Suddenly, something on the floor caught his eye.

"Hey! I thought I lost it! My box of matches!"

Soon a roaring fire was going and Draco was watching it with a pleased expression.

"You know, we should hang these wet clothes up over the fire or we'll get sick. Wet clothes are the best way to get pneumonia." She looked behind her at a large green bush.

"You can take that side of the bush, and I'll go behind that bush there."

"Oh come on! You're being so immature about this!"

"ARE YOU CRAZY! I'm NOT going to stand in front of you in only my bra and underwear!"

I knew it! She's a virgin.

"Actually, I think I'd rather enjoy that."

"As much as I appreciate your sense of humor, I'd rather not have any of it right now," Hermione snarled.

"Fine, you tell me when your back aches enough to come out, because I'm NOT standing behind some bush so little miss virgin can have her peace of mind."

"So what if I'm a virgin?" she asked, her face growing red.

"Aha! I knew it!"

Draco set down a log which he used as a bench, and hung his clothes over the pine tree branches to dry. Ouch he's right my back does ache. She endured about two whole minutes, before she came out, her arms huddled over her chest.

"Think of it like your wearing a bikini," Draco said with a wink.

Shut up! she thought. His ill humor was really annoying.

A/N lol next update will be in 3 weeks sry! I say lol way too much. i felt hermione needed to put draco into his place cuz he was getting too arrogant.

MrsTomFelton007: lol I liked the "new boy candy" part too. Next chapter (ch3) will have the most hilarious part so stick around for some laughs.

radiofreegirl: yeah, I don't know why she ended up kissing him it was kind of unexpected. I guess it was because I was listening to the radio and right then Candy Shop came on lol.

gazette: glad to see there are others who like Bacardi breezers too!

demonluver: hope u found ch2 just as amusing.

kissmyfoot: I plan a lot of funny scenes and action for later chapters so it might get good.

DracohasAHOTbum: tanx! My chaps may be weird sometimes but they're worth reading.

ocardevoli: haha! Sry! I totally misspelled your name in my profile. Anyway I still don't get your name. you're right, Draco is pushy in my story but it suits him. thanx i'll feel free to use your humor. In my story its kind of cloudy cuz it's a thunderstorm. I could make Draco secretlyfrom aEuropean country nextto MoldoviaLOL.

melissafelton-622: thanks! sorry if my update wasn't that soon. I was actually planning to update the day before yesterday, but as things go I can barely ever get stuff done on time.