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Hermione and Draco sat outside eating their breakfast at a little café. It was chilly and peaceful but one thing was bothering Hermione. She watched Draco wink at another girl (was that 10 or 11?), "Do you feel the need to hit on anything that walks on two legs?"

"No, only if the thing walking has big," he saw the look on disgust on Hermione's face and quickly changed his answer, "uh, hair."

Hermione giggled. "Hair?"

"Yes, big hair turns me on." She snorted. He looked slightly hurt, but Hermione knew he was joking. "Is there something wrong with liking, big hair?"

"No, it's just rather unusual."

"What can I say, I'm rather unusual."

Hermione smiled, "That you are." She was enjoying actually spending time with him, apposed to her usual feeling of loathing. He was funny and really sweet. It was like she had never known the real Draco before this "trip". I wonder how many people have ever seen this side of him. Probably no one, she answered her own question. She suddenly felt pity for him. How horrible would it be to have to pretend day after day that you were something you weren't? Yet she wondered if he was really being himself or if this was just another one of his many facades.

Draco noticed Hermione deep in thought, "Watcha thinking 'bout?"

She shook her head, "Nothing of any importance." After breakfast they went sight seeing. It was amazing that Draco had lived in London all his life and had never once seen so many things. They went to see "Big Ben" which prompted an interesting argument. "I swear I'm not lying to you, muggles really built that."

"No way, that is magical I'm telling you."

"And I'm telling you its not!"

"How do you know?"

"I uh...it's…gotta," She stuttered.

"Ha, just admit it you don't really know." Hermione glared at him. He turned his attention back to the clock. "Ok maybe you're right," He say her glare turn to a smile, "if it had been built my wizards it would have much grander." Hermione rolled her eyes. Draco couldn't remember a time when he had more fun in the muggle world then that day with Hermione. Granted he rarely set foot in the muggle world, his father didn't usually let him associate with filth like that.

"Come on, I'll race you back to the hotel." Before he could answer she took off running, not one to be out done he took off after her. Hermione ran as fast as she could, laughing the whole way. She turned around and yelled, "YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME!" Suddenly she lost her footing and fell into the street. A car was coming straight at her. She tried to get up but her foot hurt too badly.

"HERMIONE!" Hermione prepared herself for impact when she felt a pair of strong arms shove her out of harms way. Draco and Hermione rolled into the curb and a puddle as well. "Hermione, are you ok?" She didn't know what to do, so she just shook her head, she was too frightened to answer. "It's ok; everything's going to be fine." Draco picked her up and carried a very wet Hermione the rest of the way.


He gently set her on the couch. "How do you feel?"

"Sore." She smiled weakly.

"Did you hurt yourself?"

She nodded "I think I might have sprained my ankle, and," she lifted her shirt, which was sticking to her body (obviously a result of rolling into the puddle), revealing a large bruise on her side. Hermione pulled her pants up to reveal a large scrape across her calf. Blood was running down her foot. Draco looked like he was about to be sick. "What can't handle a bit of blood?" He shook his head afraid of what would come out of his mouth if he did talk.

Draco put on a brave face, got a wet cloth, and started wiping the blood from her leg. "Thanks." She leaned forward to see how bad the scrape was. Draco leaned over to see as well. His breath was hot on her neck and it made her skin tingle. Looking up she noticed how close they were. He looked up as well.

"It looks fine." She nodded, and scolded herself, since when did being this close to him make her light headed? Stop staring at his lips! As if reading her thoughts Draco leaned in and kissed her. Softly the first couple of times but with each kiss he added pressure. She felt his hands slip under her shirt causing her to gasp. He took advantage of the situation and stuck his tongue in her mouth but suddenly withdrew it. "WHY THE HELL DID YOU BITE MY TONGUE?"

"It was in my mouth." She yelled back, disgusted.

"Don't pretend you didn't like that. I'm not blind and your shirt is awfully transparent." He said staring down at her chest. Draco smirked. She looked down as well, noticing her hardened nipples, she quickly covered her breasts.

"You pervert." She jumped off the couch and ran to her room. Her foot was killing her but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry. Hermione felt like such a fool, he was the same Draco Malfoy, jerk extraordinaire, as he was at Hogwarts. She collapsed on her bed and cried.

Draco felt awful, he could hear her crying. He hadn't meant to be so mean but no girl had ever refused him. Hermione was different; she was something he couldn't have. That just made him want her more. Her IQ was higher than every girl he had ever gone out with put together. She intrigued him. She was opinionated, out spoken, and an all around know it all (ALL bad things in Draco's opinion- women should look pretty and do what their boyfriend/husband to them to.), and yet he wanted her. He wanted her a lot.


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