A/N Wow, I was not expecting that! I'm serious! I was planning something completely different. Every chapter seems to be surprising me more and more…and I like it. Review and read my other stories.

Chapter Eight: I'd Be Crazy

Draco Malfoy lay in his bed as he thought about the previous day. He had kissed the girl of his dreams. A girl he had only known for two days, and yet he wanted to spend the rest of his summer with her. After the summer he was going to go back to the dismal world he lived in the other ten months of the year and the thought of her in it made him cringe.

Looking over at the clock beside his bed he saw that it was only two in the morning. Normally he would still be up with his friend, but tonight they went out to a nice dinner and saw a movie.

'What are you going to do?' he thought to himself.

Hermione tossed and turned as memories of the previous day flashed before her eyes.

Harry, Ron and Emelyn were in the ocean and hers and Drae's lips had separated. She looked at him as he smiled at her. She smiled back, not knowing what to do, and tried to think of something so say.

"So I'll take that as a yes?" she finally got out, regretting it the moment the word 'I'll' came out of her mouth.

Drae smiled and pulled her chin in once more. Hermione leaned in felt his lips press against hers once more. She felt his lips twitch towards the ends, as if trying not to smile. She felt hers do the same thing as they pulled away once more.

Hermione wanted to keep asking him so he could keep kissing her.

"Take it as an 'I'd be crazy to say no'," he said as a smile came to his face. Hermione felt her face turn pink as she smiled back.

"Well, I'd better get back-so where are you from?" Hermione realized that she knew nothing about Drae.

Drae leaned back on his elbows and looked up. "It's a small town in the middle of nowhere. You've probably never heard of it."

"Oh." Did he not want her to know where he lived?

"Besides, I'm almost never at home. I go to a boarding school during the school year and come here for the summer," he told her, as if telling her that he did want her to know. "How about you?"

"I go to boarding school as well," Hermione told him, propping herself up on her elbows, but on her stomach instead of her back like Drae.

"Oh really? Where?" Drae turned to look at her.

Hermione loved the way that his whole head wasn't turned, yet she still felt like his eyes were burning through hers.

Hermione thought to herself. Was Hogwarts even in a town? "I actually don't know."

"No mail?"

"Oh, er, we go to the nearby town where our school has a building where the mail gets sorted and everyone can pick up their mail on trips," she tried to lie. Not her smoothest moment.

"Oh."

"What about yours?"

"Um, er, the same thing, but we can still get phone calls," Drae said quickly. "Why don't we talk about something other than school? We're on vacation of course."

"IF YOU TWO HAVE FINISHED MAKING OUT," Hermione and Drae turned to look at a pretty girl around their age walking their way, "WE'RE STARTING A GAME OF VOLLEYBALL."

Drae smiled and looked up at the girl. "Abigaile Moore, long time."

"Too long," Abigaile stopped in front of the two teens and looked down. Hermione noticed that her straight, dark brown hair swept down to her butt, something usually unattractive, but perfect on her. Her slim figure was covered with only a purple string bikini and open denim shorts that looked like they would belong to a younger sibling. Her stick figure body with the right placed and sized curves was tan and seemed to make her chocolate brown eyes look even bigger, not something that Hermione would ever expect. The girl was beautiful and Hermione wanted to know just how well she knew Drae. "So whose this?" Abigaile asked, motioning towards Hermione with her head. Apparently her hands were glued to her posed hips.

"Emelyn's cousin, Amara," Drae said with a smile. Hermione felt her heart flutter. "Amara, this is Abigaile Moore."

Hermione stood up and brushed the sand off her legs before holding her hand out. "Pleasure."

"Ah, another Brit," Abigaile laughed. "Well don't worry, we'll Americanize you soon enough."

Hermione let out a soft laugh.

"I think she's perfect the way she is," Drae said, standing behind Hermione and putting his hands around her shoulder. "Don't go ruining it."

Hermione felt a little pink come to her cheeks.

"Well looks like you're ruining the porcelain skin right now," Abigaile joked, noticing Hermione's blush.

"So you said something about volleyball?" Hermione asked before Drae could say anything.

"Yeah. We have a game almost ready to go, just need two more people," Abigaile said.

"Well I'm not that good, but I'm in," Hermione told her.

"Drae?"

"It wouldn't be summer without beating you in at least one game, Abby, my dear."

The three joined another two girls, Lana and Lissie, both had black hair. Lana's was straight and up in a ponytail and Lissie's was short and curly. They were in denim shorts, Lana's short and Lissie's Bermuda, and NYU shirts someone had cut. They were identical twins from what Hermione could tell. With the twins were Rita; blonde, shoulder length hair in an orange tankini with pale skin and freckles, Bobby; spiked blue hair in green swim trunks, Vinny; dark skin with dark hair down to the middle of his long neck in khaki's, Nate; shaggy, dirty blonde hair, freckles, with a tattoo on his shoulder of a word Hermione couldn't make out even though it was at least three to four inches top to bottom, and black swim trunks with his arm around Pop, who'd had her nickname ever since she ate a whole bag of pop rocks in one take when she was six. She had short, red hair with pale skin and was wearing a hot pink bikini.

"So while we wait for the losers in the ocean, let's start," Lissie said, retying the bottom of her shirt in a rubber band.

"Shot captain!" Pop said, raising her hand.

"Okay, you know what that means Drae," Abby said, looking at Drae.

Hermione looked around, hoping for someone to fill her in as Drae began doing jumping jacks.

Lana looked over at the confused Hermione. "Every time Pop shoots for captain first he has to do fifteen jumping jacks until he reaches one hundred. This should put him at ninety. Usually Pop is too bust kissing her boy toy, Nate."

"Why?" Hermione asked.

"He has a bet going with her that he won't reach one hundred before college," Vinny explained with a smirk as he watched Drae finish up the last two.

"So one more time, better be careful Drae," Abby said, putting her hand on Drae's shoulder.

Drae rolled his eyes at her and smiled. "Ha, ha. She has to remember, though, that she only has a few more weeks. Now whose the second captain?" He clapped his hands and looked around at his friends.

"Oh so me," Abby said, picking up a volleyball from the sand and walking over to the net. "And I want you to join me over here."

"No fair, it was my turn," Pop told her.

"Were you gonna pick Nate?"

"Well then that counts as my first pick and it's my turn again now so I pick, hm, you any good Amara?"

"Wha-oh no. I don't usually play too often," Hermione said, flattered that she wasn't being picked last.

"Then you'll fit in perfect. Get over here," Nate laughed.

"Oh come on," Bobby said, "don't break up this summer's new couple."

"Mind your own business, gossip," Abby told him.

Hermione walked over beside Pop, soon joined by Rita and Vinny.

The game ended about an hour later when everyone had long forgotten the score. After that, Hermione and Drae went off to join Emelyn and Ron. Harry took their place with a girl he had been talking to for twenty minutes.

By the time Hermione and Drae were drenched from their water fight and ready to lay defeated on their towels it was nearing five in the evening. Hermione noticed that when lying down, Drae would dig a hole with his fingertips. She tried not to think of how adorable he looked, not noticing that he was admiring her through his sunglasses, and went back to reading her book.

The five left at six to get cleaned so they could meet Emelyn's parents for dinner an hour and a half later.

They went to a nice Italian restaurant where they stayed for over an hour before getting iced cream and catching the Pink Panther. The evening didn't end until ten thirty. Wiped out, everyone went to bed.

No one was really so tired that they went straight to sleep, though. Hermione tried to read a few books before bed, but a certain blonde boy kept popping up. Drae looked out the window of his room as he thought about how beautiful Amara looked, even when she would try to dive to keep the ball from falling and would end up flat on her stomach in the sand. Harry thought about Kimberly, the girl form his primary school, and Ron thought about her friend, Kira. Emelyn was up until one in the morning, not a late night for her, reading a book she borrowed from Hermione.

Draco Malfoy looked up from where his head lay. He knew what he had to do.