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Chapter Two
Hermione opened her heavily-lidded eyes with a yawn. Blue plastic. Blankets everywhere. Where was she? What? A sinking feeling set in as she remembered. Oh yeah, the thrills of being a head girl, she thought to herself with a half smirk as she pulled herself out of the blankets and started to pull her pyjamas off. Wait, where was-
"Rise and shine, sleepyhead," Draco said with a smile.
Hermione pulled her pants back on hurriedly.
"Get out!" she said pushing him out of the tent and zipping it up.
Changed and recovered from the earlier embarrassment, Hermione stepped out of the tent into a blast of heat.
"It's a little warm," Draco remarked, pushing his white-blonde hair from his face.
Hermione noted that he was still only wearing the boxers from before.
"So Granger, you up for it?" he asked.
"Up for what?" Hermione said suspiciously.
"Let's go for a swim in the lake," he said breezily, heading off in the direction of the school.
"Are you crazy? There are dangerous things in there! And McGonagall said-"
"Yeah, McGonagall's an old bat," Draco replied. "It's hot, and I very much doubt she'll pop up in the middle of the holidays and tell us off for having a bath. And the 'dangerous' things didn't exactly reach up and strangle Potter when he was flapping about in there for that little game thing."
"Little game thing?" Hermione said. "Triwizard Tournament! And anyway, I didn't bring bathing things!"
While this conversation was taking place, Draco had been taking long strides towards the lake, Hermione walking hurriedly after him.
"Well, we're here, so we might as well go in," Draco said cheerfully. "Just go in your underwear."
"I can't-"
Draco laughed. "I promise I won't watch you undress, then you can jump into the water, easy peasy."
Draco dived expertly into the water and put his back to Hermione, treading water. Hermione hesitated. Could she? She looked at the back of Draco's floating head. She supposed she could… she quickly took her shirt and jeans off and slipped quietly into the water.
Draco spun around. "See, that wasn't too hard, was it?" he commented, swimming lazily towards her. 'So Granger, show me what you got, then. Can you hack it in the water?"
Hermione's competitive side took over. "I've won medals for my backstroke."
"Back what?" Draco asked, confused by the term.
"It's a Muggle word for a type of swimming. Here, I'll show you," Hermione said, flipping onto her back and making her way down the lake. Draco was bemused at first, but then was amazed by something else. Where the hell did those come from, he speculated, staring at her breasts in wonder. Did they float, or something?
Hermione treaded water and nervously wondered why Draco was staring at her.
"Umm, yeah, so that's backstroke," she said, swimming over to him.
Draco snapped back to his senses and quickly said, "Child's play. I could do that in my sleep. Show me something harder. What's the most difficult thing you can do?"
Hermione smiled. "Well, I suppose there's breaststroke. That can be pretty hard."
Draco choked. "What stroke?"
"Breaststroke, it's probably the most difficult," said Hermione.
Draco wasn't sure what to make of this. He hadn't thought she was this forward, but… he hoped breaststroke was as fun as she made it sound.
"Well, how about you show me first, then I'll copy," he said finally with a charming smile.
"My pleasure," said Hermione, and started to swim breaststroke down the lake.
What? Breaststroke was some stupid frog kick?
Draco was bitterly, bitterly disappointed.