You're not him!
Hermione could feel that there was someone else present there with her, and she knew exactly who it was. She turned round and smiled. But she regretted it straight away.
"Malfoy?" she said in complete horror.
"Granger! What the heck are you doing here, who told you about this place?" he looked at her as though she was a thief that he had just caught red handed. She stood up and ran over to her bag, where got a towel and wrapped it around her, then glared at him, wishing that he wasn't her dragon.
"I'd like to ask you the same question Malfoy. I don't appreciate little ferrets disturbing me." Her eyes travelled up and down him. She noticed that he was no longer the same guy. He now had muscles, his body was to die for, and any girl would go for him. But not our Hermione!
"And I don't like ugly little Mudbloods, like you, strutting about wearing barely any clothes!"
"Well, excuse me! But for some reason I wasn't exactly expecting you to come by! And I do not strut! And I'm wearing a bikini, if you haven't noticed I was swimming!"
"Well you weren't swimming when I came, you were singing at the top of that foul little voice of yours! Any way, I'm waiting for someone, so if you don't mind…" and he went over to where he had dropped his broom, went behind a tree and stripped down to his shorts. Then he cam back to the river and jumped in, and started doing laps.
"Great, now the waters full of ferret germs!" said the very annoyed Hermione as she went back to her hammock, picked up her book and carried on reading it.
Draco looked over to Hermione and saw that she was reading. Obvious! But was wide eyed when he realised what book she was reading. The Famous Five! That was his lion's favourite book. Was Hermione…… no, she couldn't be! Could she?
Hermione looked over at Draco and noticed that he was staring and her.
"What?" she said irritated and wandered what he was looking at.
"Huh? Oh it's nothing." Draco couldn't stop thinking that she could be his lion.
"Well then, why don't you stop staring at me? It's annoying you know."
"Can I ask you something?"
"You just did." She turned back to her book, but continued to listen to him.
"Whatever. Is that your favourite book?"
"Yeah, it is. Why?" she was curious why he wanted to know.
"Ar- Are you Growling Lion?" he said scared that she would say yes.
"I- Yes I am. But how do you know?" Could he be, no, no way, he can't!
"Because you've told me that's your nick name for the past 11 years." He walked towards her.
"What! No! You are not my dragon! You're not him!"
"And why not? And what if I said that you couldn't be my lion? What would you do then?" going towards her still, she stepped back and found her self against a tree.
"Yo- you can't be! It's just not possible! And what do you mean I'm not lion! I think I'd know who I am!" her voice was shaking due to the fact that he was barely an inch away from her. She turned her face away from him.
"Tut, tut Hermione. You do know your contradicting your self. If you can know who you are, I'm sure I'd know who I was." He could practically feel her fear in her breath, which was now very deep and slow. But he stayed where he was.
"You just called me Hermione."
"So. We're friends aren't we? Haven't we been for the past 10 years? Oh wait, I forgot, 11 years. You do know what will happen if I come any closer towards you, don't you?" he placed a finger on her jaw line. Funny, she had expected it to be cold, but on the contrary it was quite warm. He ran his finger along her lips, making her shiver a bit, and put it under her chin and turned her face back towards him.
She let him turn her face towards him, and found herself staring into pools of grey. His eyes were so…… deep, and intimidating. She was sure they were filled with lust.
He looked upon her gorgeous face and fixed his eyes on hers. They were little dark brown circles. He was about an inch taller than her so he was somewhat looking down at her. He snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her closed.
Hermione felt her breathing stop. What is he doing? I thought he hated me.
Before she knew what was happening his lips crashed down upon hers. He was begging for her to respond and she did. They were both engulfed in the moment. All that Hermione could think about was how exotic he tasted. Their tongues touched each others slightly before Draco pulled away.
"I- I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. Bye." And with that he was off. Leaving a very confused Hermione behind.