Author's Note: Yay! An update! (dances) Wow. Sorry. I'm hyper. I haven't slept in like... forever and I'm all wacked out on caffine. O.O hehehe. Anyways... I've been doing a lot of work on my other story, so I sort of didn't have time to update this story. Until now. Yippiefor weekends! Plenty to time to type.

Disclaimer: Do NOT own Draco or Hermione or Harry or Ron or anything other character I might mention in here that's in the Harry Potter books. But I do OWN Madam Moon and her daughter. .

Chapter Four

"I'm going to kill her." Draco crossed his arms over his chest. Hermione hummed to herself, trying to ignore the boy next to her. "She knows I hate sharing my relaxation with others, least of all you, Granger." Hermione closed her eyes and kept humming. "This is supposed to be my time to get away from people, not to be trapped with the person I find most incapable of have a decent time with." Her humming proceeded to get louder. "I bet this is some sort of… torture. Zabini most have had something to do with this, only he would come up with something like this. He's good, if this was his idea." Hermione began to sway her arms with the melody of her humming, completely blocking out Draco. "Today couldn't get more annoying, unless Potter showed up. Then my whole week would be ruined." Hermione raised her voice as she began to move her shoulders to the beat of her hums. "Bloody hell, Granger! Shut up!"

"Say something?" Hermione innocently glanced over at him; he narrowed his eyes at her.

"I'd shut up if I were you, I'm the one with plenty of objects to throw." Hermione giggled and splashed her water at Draco.

"You're so scary when you're mad."

"Great! Now your nasty water is mixed with mine."

"Aw, poor baby." Draco glared at her. He clutched the bottle of bath salts and gave Hermione a threatening stare. "Oh no! Please! Anything! Just not the bath salts! I'll do whatever you say! Oh, please have mercy!" He dropped the bottle to the floor and tossed a piece of hair out of his eyes.

"Very intelligent, Granger."

"I'm sorry, are you mad now?" Hermione made a pouting face as she leaned to the side of her bath.

"Furious."

"Could you find it in your heart to forgive me?" Draco turned to face her.

"What's with you?" Hermione smiled widely.

"What do you mean?"

"You're acting odd." Hermione shrugged and leaned back into her lavender water. A silence settled between them, the first silence since Draco entered the room. Hermione's mind wandered a little, drifting off into thoughts of the man next to her. She had only heard rumors of what his life was like, but she wondered what he was like in reality. Little did she know, that man was thinking about her too.

Draco didn't know what overcame him, but he couldn't help thinking of Hermione in the tub next to him. Granger. Naked. Alone. With. Me. The things I could do… Hermione shrieked, causing Draco to jump.

"What the hell!" Hermione's face was flustered as she glared angrily at him.

"Pervert!"

"WHAT! I didn't do anything!"

"You honestly think after saying that, you didn't do anything!" Draco's eyes widened.

"You…you mean… I said that…out loud?"

"Every. Word." Draco moaned and covered his face with his hands. "Embarrassed?"

"That's ridiculous! I'm just ashamed to be thinking like that about you." Hermione snorted.

"Right. Whatever you say. Just so you know, I'm not like the other girls you've been seen with."

"Of course you're not." Hermione glanced over at him.

"Was that a compliment?"

"No! Don't take it that way. What I meant was, that no you're not like them because you're a uptight priss."

"Sure, Malfoy. Go ahead and try to cover up what you really meant."

"Don't jump to conclusions."

"Too late."

"Ah! How more annoying can you get?"

"Tons more. Want to see?"

"God, no."

"Ya sure?"

"Aren't you supposed to be some esteemed writer? A mature, well educated, and practical political opinionated woman?" Hermione laughed.

"You think I'm all that?"

"It's what the papers say about you."

"Don't always believe what the papers say, Malfoy. If I believed what the papers said about you, I'd think you were some hopeless romantic, charming babe. But we both know that can't possibly be true."

"I am babe."

"For you to be saying that… really shows your intelligence."

"Oh? And you haven't really been showing off yours either."

"I wonder if it's possible to kill someone by just praying really hard."

"You're the one acting like a toddler having a fit in a toy store."

"God, if there's one thing I want in life, it would be a dead Draco Malfoy. I won't ask for anything ever again. Oh, and if you could somehow incorporate a beaver in his brutal murder, that would great."

"Honestly, I don't see how anyone could find your company anything but a bother."

"Oh… and if you could please let it be slow…"

"And just two days ago, someone was talking about how they wish they had the determination and drive Hermione Granger has. Ha! Wait till they hear what you're really like."

"Very slow…."

"I think they would quickly change their mind about you. You always were less than what people actually thought you were."

"With lots and lots of pain… from toothpicks…"

"But I can guess why you choose the career you did. I mean, you always had a knack for nagging people."

"Dull toothpicks…"

"Nag, nag, nag."

"In regions only Pansy Parkinson knows by heart…"

"You're sick, Granger."

"Sh! I'm trying to have a moment with God!"

"God doesn't grant murder, you git!"

"And I thought everyone made exceptions for Malfoys."

"Very clever, Hermione."

"…."

"…."

"Hermione?"

"Shut up."

"You called me Hermione."

"Shut. Up."

"My first name…"

"Congratulations. You win a prize for remembering your name."

"Does that mean I can call you Draco?"

"You do, and you die."

"Draco."

"Stop…"

"Draco?"

"I mean it…"

"Draco!"

"…."

"Draco, Draco, Draco… DRACO!"

SPLASH

"Missed… Draco…."

SPLASH

"Wow, you suck. I thought you were supposed to be a Quidditch player? Draco."

THUD

"I am."

"…"

"Did that hurt?"

"…."

"I warned you."

"…"

"Serves you right."

"…"

"Granger?"

"…"

"GRANGER?"

"…"

"Her… Hermione?"

"…"

"Shit!" Draco climbed out of his bath and ran to Hermione's. Hermione was slouched against the side, with bubbles covering up all the inappropriate places. Draco panicked when he saw a bloody spot on her forehead, where his bottle of facial cleanser had made contact. He cautiously raised her head in his arms and softly patted her face. "Hermione… Granger… wake up!" Hermione twitched and slowly opened her eyes. At first, she made no notion of having noticed a naked Draco was holding her. Until…

"Bloody hell, Malfoy! Get off of me!" She jerked away from him and pushed him. He slipped on the floor and landed on his rear.

"Ow!" He rubbed his butt and glared at Hermione. "And to thank I was worried you were hurt."

"Aw, why thank you. But put some clothes on. I'm getting sick over here."

Author's Note: It looks they are going to be spending a lot of time in the bath... O.o I'll make the next chapter with more progress. But I couldn't resist the arguring romance between them.