Well... It was supposed to be just one chapter.

But you made me understand that you wanted more. Too bad, so. There will be a second and a third chapter, and it's going to be hot.
I hope you will like it.

Also, I didn't ask for someone to beta-read the chapter and as I am French, it may contain some mistakes.

Enjoy!

He was hot. So hot and yet it was indeed little opaque clouds that escaped Draco's mouth and vanished into the night as his feet were firmly fixed in the snow. Getting out of the bar had been the first thing he had tried to calm the fire that seemed to consume him, but it was clear that it had no effect. Because it was all happening in his head. So the man ran a weary hand through his immaculate hair and walked back into the bar.

She was still there, in the same place, she hadn't moved. Worst of all, she had taken off her sweater, visibly sensitive to the heat waves emitted by the large radiators. Draco ordered an other drink as a voice in his head whispered that it could only make the situation worse. Ever since they had settled in this corner of the room, since he had seen her, after all these years, he kept overlaying her image on the one he had discovered earlier. Her face reddened by the temperature difference between the outside and the inside, perhaps also a little by the alcohol, her neck, her arms, her back. Everything was erased to be replaced by this naked and vaporous body, dripping with water and sensuality.

Hermione Granger.

Draco realized that he hadn't stopped staring at her and her friends when he was pulled out of his torpor by Ginny getting up to go to the bathroom. He hadn't touched his glass either. In the same time than his girlfriend, or was she his wife?, Harry stood up and came back to take another order. Draco watched Hermione follow his best friend out of the corner of her eye, frowning imperceptibly.

"Malfoy," Harry greeted him again after awkwardly clearing his throat.

They had already exchanged courtesies a few minutes earlier so Draco just nodded. A strange silence settled.

"Uh…," Harry said after a while, "in fact, we were wondering what you were doing there."

Draco raised an eyebrow and turned completely to him.

"There in this Muggle bar or there in this Muggle town?"

Harry was silent for a moment.

"Yeah, something like that," he stammered.

The lips parted with a small smirk, mocking, the blond explained to him.

"I'm in town for work. A partnership with the spa," he quickly eluded. "And I'm at the bar to relax after a hard day. That fact that it's all Muggle, well, I can't help it," he concluded firmly.

The waiter placed the three pints on the counter and Harry pulled the three glasses closer, which clanged as they touched each other. But without his wand, he couldn't catch all three of them with just two hands, fearing that the thin layer of condensation would cause the beers to slip fatally between his hands. He glanced at Draco who looked at him without flinching although he understood the situation perfectly.

They stayed like that for a few moments, one waiting for the other to ask for his help before offering it to him. Behind them, Ginny came back from the bathroom and Harry gave up and opened his mouth to ask Draco for the third drink. No sooner was the first sound released than the blond nodded, pretentiously satisfied that the Gryffindor had given in first. Harry rolled his eyes as Draco grabbed his glass and the pint, with a smirk.

And he walked, behind Harry, towards the source of the flames. Because if his brief discussion with the Boy-who-lived had distracted his mind for a few minutes, he was now heading straight to danger. Harry put down a beer in front of Ginny and kept the second as Draco glanced at the one he was holding between his fingers, focusing on the coolness that escaped the glass and gripped his skin. As he leaned over the table to put the pint down in front of Hermione, he dove his look into hers.

What was he doing there, exactly? Hermione couldn't hide her surprise to see him walk towards them with Harry. To see him for the first time in so long and not know what to think about him. And Draco hooked his eyes to hers as he gave her his drink and like before, she felt like she was reading hundreds of things in his eyes and at the same time, nothing at all. What she would have given to be a Legilimens and read his thoughts. What she would have given to know what was going on behind that impassive face, that slightly mocking mask. Because if he didn't seem to be expressing anything and feeling anything on the outside, Hermione could see in Draco's gaze that there was actually a whole world beyond his dark pupils.

She grabbed her beer and brought it back to her, looking away. Was he going to stay there?

"Do you want to sit down?" Harry offered, making an effort to ignore the heavy past looming over them.

Ginny looked surprised, annoyed, and then pretended to ignore the presence next to her before Draco even responded positively. Hermione glanced at Harry who smiled softly, then shrugged. So Draco pulled up a chair and took a seat. So he was going to stay.

"If you are not in a hurry," said Hermione towards her best friends after a moment of silence to catch up the discussion they had before being joined, "you can come and eat at home tomorrow at noon and we will go for a walk after."

Harry and Ginny seemed excited, but Draco wasn't paying attention to anything an ymore. He imagined how Hermione left her house, warmly dressed. How she slipped through the forest, secretly walking towards her little paradise. The way she would take off her clothes, one by one, abandoning them in the snow as she moved closer to the steaming water. The curves of her back joining her loins, her breasts, her hips...

"How long are you staying, Malfoy?" Harry asked suddenly to break the moment that had become largely strange.

Draco then realized that he had pointedly stared at Hermione for long minutes, that she had blushed, embarrassed and unsettled, and that Ginny and Harry were wondering what was going on.

"Well," he replied, regaining his composure, "it depends on the efficiency of the spa salesperson. But they won't make me stay past the weekend. I have other things to do."

"What are you doing here, exactly?" Hermione asked, wriggling lightly to pull herself together as well.

"I represent my potion manufacturing company at the spa. For wizards of course."

"Of course," Hermione repeated, rolling her eyes with disdain.

Oh, how perfectly he imagined what she was thinking. That he still despised Muggles so much. Draco let a small smile creep around the corner of his lips.

"I only work with wizards because the law forbids selling potions to Muggles, Granger. But I assure you that if it was possible, I would have done it a long time ago because it would make me a rich man," he retorted sarcastically.

Hermione opened her mouth to respond with verve, but Harry spoke befor her.

"Now I'm thinking about it, I think we'll go to bed, with Ginny," he said, almost regretting his excess of hospitality towards the Slytherin.

This had the effect of diverting Hermione's attention from the unbearable blond and making a breakthrough in the heavy atmosphere of the table.

"See you tomorrow, then? You come whenever you want."

"No problem," Ginny smiled, standing up to grab Harry's arm.

"See you," he waved to Hermione.

And they walked out of the bar, leaving a ball of electricity behind them. Hermione and Draco stared at each other for long minutes in terrible silence. Then the wizard grabbed his glass and finished it in one gulp before getting up. Hermione stood up too, grabbing her coat and gloves. She glanced sideways at the man next to her and steadily walked towards the exit. But after only a few steps in the snow, she sighed and turned around.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" she asked, annoyed.

"Nothing."

He fixed his eyes on hers for a few seconds. He imagined for a moment how she would react if he told her what he had seen and if he told her what he thought. Draco shook his head, letting out a small laugh that flew into the cool air.

"What are you laughing at?" Hermione said defensively.

"Absolutely nothing, Granger," Draco replied without breaking his smile.

"Well, Malfoy, if you will allow it, I would like to go home."

And Hermione turned back, thrusting her gloved hands into her pockets. She walked towards the end of the street to leave the village and reach her grandparents' house, but she stopped again, turning her head slightly to look behind her.

"Can I know what you're doing?" Hermione attacked seriously annoyed. "You follow me?"

"No, Granger," Draco defended himself, walking the distance between them.

He stepped forward until he got so close that Hermione took a small step back, surprised by the unexpected proximity. A step that Draco hastened to take, wondering if she was going to keep stepping back.

"I'm not following you," he went on, "I'm going back to the hotel. You happen to be walking the same path as me."

Hermione caught her breath as she felt Draco's breath forming a small white cloud that washed up against her face. She rose up both her hands slowly, hesitating for a moment, then brought them closer to his chest. Draco let her do it, controlling his expression but unable to control his racing heart. And she put her hands on him, releasing an electric shock throughout his burning body.

Hermione thought for a moment that he could have just rejected her for daring to touch him, but he didn't. So she increased the pressure of her hands and gently but firmly pushed on his chest to pull him away from her. It was definitely a raging pulse she felt under her right hand, but she only thought about it for a second because Draco was already taking a step back.

He ran a hand through his tidy hair and the woman shook her shoulders with a shudder. Was it really the cold? She continued walking, feeling Draco at her heels. They said nothing more and continued to walk, their footsteps muffled in the powdery snow.

"Granger," she heard behind her.

She turned around and saw that Draco had stopped a few yards before, in front of the hotel forecourt. Lost in her thoughts, she hadn't even noticed that she had walked past.

"Malfoy," Hermione said, while she actually couldn't think of anything else to say.

He had that smirk that was his own and the woman was worried to find in it a touch of mischief more important than usual.

"I visited the area this afternoon," he said.

"Did you have fun?" Hermione quipped, not quite sure to see what he was saying.

"Oh yes", Draco smiled teasingly. "There are sources more interesting than others."

And without another word, he spun around and disappeared into the hotel lobby.

In the street, Hermione now felt her own heart race. She didn't want to believe what her brain was telling her. Draco had certainly said that in the days of banality. Maybe he did find the sources interesting, other sources, but not her own. Merlin, please not hers.

But the more she thought about it, the more she couldn't stop her imagination. She had to face the facts: she had understood, one way or another, from the moment she saw him at the bar. The way he looked at her alone explained what he had just said.

Hermione realized that she had stood still in the snowy street, unable to calm her heart and the exaggerated blush rising to her cheeks. She knew, because she had heard something in the woods and it had to be him. Merlin, she repeated inwardly, running a hand over her face. He had seen her naked. Draco Malfoy had seen her naked. When she fell asleep that night, Hermione kept telling herself that.

.

"Hello! My grandparents, Jane and Philip," Hermione smiled as she greeted Harry and Ginny in the living room.

"Welcome!" Hermione's grandfather exclaimed, standing up to shake their hands frankly.

"Thank you. You have a very nice house," complimented Ginny. "You must not be disturbed much here."

"No, it's true," Jane agreed. "But that's good. We are very well out of town."

"Everything is fine?"

Hermione turned to Harry who had just whispered in her direction. She froze for a second before smiling, nodding her head.

"We can go to the table," she continued to dismiss the question.

They all made their way to the dining room and Hermione struggled as much as she could to erase that blond, smirking face from her mind. In fact, since waking up this morning, she had chosen denial. She wanted to forget what Draco had told her and believe that it was only her mind playing tricks on her. It was impossible that he had stumbled upon the source by chance anyway and no one knew how to get there from the woods. So she spent the meal conversing quickly, trying to replace her worry with the good humour that reigned around her.

"Have fun!" Jane cried, shaking her hand as the three Gryffindors dove into the forest.

They responded to her sign and Hermione continued to walk through the trees, Ginny and Harry just behind. The brunette remembered perfectly the day when she had come with her parents, still very young, and when they had spent an entire afternoon laying flat stones along the path that led to the source. And that made the landscape even more magical. A path that went into the depths of nature to lead to the three successive pools emerging from nowhere and irradiated by light.

"That's wonderful!" Ginny went into ecstasies as they reached the spring.

Apart from their voices, only the lapping of water and the purring of bubbles echoed in the silence of the mountain.

"You're not going to see me outside any more," Ginny laughed, removing her clothes.

Harry and Hermione smiled and undressed as well and when the three of them were in swimsuits they dove in the hot water. Hermione thought she could also spend the day and night there and never left, she felt so relaxed. But it was not the same today. As soon as she heard a noise in the bushes, a rustling too loud in the trees, she felt her muscles tighten and she couldn't help but look around her to scan the forest.

Harry seemed to realize it and when she made another compulsive observation around them, he joined her in a few strokes.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Nothing, why?" Hermione replied.

"Not to me," Harry said, shaking his head amused. "You are on your guard, it looks like you expect to be attacked."

"I would have preferred," Hermione muttered with a sigh.

This had the effect of making Harry giggle frankly.

"Come on, tell me what can make you regret the war. Or…," Harry frowned, "tell me who! How did it end with Malfoy yesterday?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but smile. He wasn't an Auror for no reason, that was certain.

"It was weird," she explained. "We left just a few minutes after you and really… it was weird. He said something that is bothering me."

"What?" Harry asked suddenly worried.

"Nothing serious, well ... I hope I'm wrong. Yesterday I spent the afternoon here swimming. Malfoy told me he had walked around and found more interesting sources than others."

"And what do you think?"

"I don't know," Hermione sighed. "He said it like it was nothing more than a remark, but I felt like it was targeted. That he had come across this spring and seen me. I heard some noise in the woods yesterday and I think maybe it was him."

"So what?" Harry replied. "He saw you bathe, that's okay."

Hermione blushed slightly.

"I thought I was alone," she clarified. "I was naked."

Harry froze for a moment as a smile blossomed on his lips, more and more amused, then he burst out laughing.

"Oh, no, Mione," he laughed. "Malfoy…"

And he continued to giggle as his best friend frowned more. But his laugh was infectious so she just splashed his without restraint, giggling softly.

"Harry Potter, that's not funny," Hermione lectured, letting off steam on the water between them.

Harry calmed down, his face dripping with water and his glasses covered by his wet locks.

"What's the matter with you?" Ginny asked, coming out of the pool above them to join their.

"I tell her!" Hermione cut off as Harry was about to laugh at her again. "I believe Malfoy saw me bathing naked here yesterday."

Ginny frowned doubtfully.

"How it is possible?"

"I don't know. He told me that he found more interesting sources than others, but I'm sure I'm getting some ideas."

"He got a real nerve anyway," Ginny said offended. "He's the kind to rinse his eye noiselessly, a pervert."

"But don't you have charms around the property?" Harry asked.

"Yes, but only Muggle-Repelling ones and fairly targeted spells. But I don't believe there is anything against wizards."

"Don't worry, Hermione. It's not even sure that he really came and even if he saw you, it's not the end of the world," Harry tried to reassure her. "I'm sure he has seen other pairs of buttocks than yours before."

Hermione widened her eyes in shock as Harry burst out laughing again. And she threw herself on him.

"I don't..."

"Ouch!"

"… allow you, Harry Potter!"

But she didn't have the strength of her best friend and Harry ended up turning her over and plunging her into the water, hilariously.

"Thank you very much," Hermione muttered, pulling out her dripping head and soaked hair.

But she wasn't angry in the least, on the contrary. Harry's good humour was infectious and they spent an amazing afternoon without her worrying about whether Draco was hiding in the woods or not.

This unfortunately did not last long. That same evening, Harry and Ginny had given in to their desire and had stayed one more night. The three of them had gone to the restaurant and ended up in the same bar as the day before. And if everything had started well, Hermione had been disillusioned when she saw three men enter the bar, one of them terribly blond. And if she had tried to ignore him for a second, she had no chance to convince herself that he had not seen her naked whereas the looks he was giving her seemed too much hot. It was as if they had the ability to make her catch fire at any time and Merlin, how hot she was suddenly.

Draco stayed with his new colleagues all evening, but he was elated to see Hermione so close and so sensitive to the glances he was giving her. He had thought about what he had said to her during all day, wondering if she had understood, if she knew he had seen her. And if the day before he had doubted and surprised himself to think so, she knew he had seen her, detailed and desired, now he was sure. And it was exhilarating.

Hermione, Harry and Ginny sat there for long hours, chatting, then the couple got up to return to their room and Hermione watched out of the corner of her eye Draco finishing his drink in one go. He was waiting for them to come out, it was obvious. But the woman pretended not to have seen anything and got up before going out following her friends. They took a few steps in the sleet, kissed and then parted, Hermione finding her way home. After a few minutes however, she gave in and turned her head to look behind her.

It was without expecting her heart instantly raced when she saw that Draco was a few feet behind, his ugly smile on the corners of his lips. Hermione stopped, on her right profile, watching him as he casually lifted closer.

"Good evening, Granger."

Without really knowing why, she refrained from answering and simply nodded in greeting.

"Did you have fun with Potter and Weasley-girl"

Hermione frowned.

"Why are you interested?" she asked warily.

Draco shrugged, detached.

"I spent the day in offices complimenting a boss who doesn't know how to run his business. I just hope you had a better day than me."

Hermione was speechless, stunned by his words. Was Draco Malfoy really wishing her to be well and happy? He hadn't put it that way, but she couldn't help but tell herself that he actually meant it. Maybe he had photographed her naked and wanted to blackmail her. He was going to ruin her career, he was going to enjoy because he was still the same selfish, mean, little asshole he was at Hogwarts.

"Granger?" Draco called, eyebrows raised, astonished to see her face slowly crumble.

She had to know, she had to know if he had seen her or not. Her heart sped up more if it was possible and Hermione took a breath in an attempt to cheer herself up.

"Did you see me yesterday?" she asked, at full speed.

Draco wanted to smile like he rarely had in his life, but he hardly held back. Unfortunately, his lips quivered and Hermione's eyes widened as she covered her mouth with a gloved hand.

"It can't be true… Merlin, it can't be true," she repeated, turning scarlet.

Draco allowed himself to let out a small laugh and took a step forward towards Hermione.

"Calm down, Granger," he whispered, putting a hand on her arm.

Hermione froze, her eyes wide open fixed on those of the blond who seemed unwavering.

"I found your source, but I did not see anything," he assured with a small smile which wanted to be reassuring.

He let go of her and ran a hand through his hair.

"Promise me you didn't see anything!" Hermione demanded.

Draco smiled again and Hermione told herself he looked better when he smiled.

"I promise you."

His voice echoed for a few moments in the night, then he approached Hermione who was still in profile to him. He came so close that his chest brushed against the woman's shoulder and he leaned gently down.

"Good night, Granger," he whispered in her ear before sliding against her back and walking away.

Hermione swallowed as her heart was now pounding in her stomach and buzzing in her head. She was covered in chills and it was definitely not the cold.