Chapter 5
They spent a couple of days exploring the island in virtual silence. Hermione had to confront the idea that he might not be packing up and going home just yet. Other than a quick negotiation of what they should do during the day, they rarely spoke to each other even though they basically had to live in each other' s pockets.
Speaking of pockets, somehow Malfoy had ended up with all the money; her money, and she'd ended up having to ask him to get her stuff. It happened really without her realising it. She tried to correct the situation but he won't have it. His justification was that it was safer with him rather in her little backpack because anyone could open it when she had her back turned.
Other than tackling him to the ground or pulling out her wand, there was little to do if she didn't want to get in an actual fight with him. In the end she relented in utter exacerbation, she couldn't image why it was so important to him. Maybe rich people were just lost without money in their pockets, she surmised.
With the exception of the money, it hadn't been too bad. They had some weird truce in regards the constant sniping, but it fell apart as soon as one of them opened their mouths.
They even managed to cook simple dinners on the gas stove in the apartment. Well she did. He probably couldn't manage to feed himself if his life depended on it. He could however choose some good wines and Hermione was starting to enjoy tasting the difference. Wine was relatively new to her, but it was growing on her. Malfoy seemed to know a lot more about wine than she did.
After a quick Neapolitan Spaghetti meal, she settled down to watch the proceedings in the courtyard. Malfoy had found some book on the revolution and was lying on the bed reading.
The band started and the music lifted her mood. It was just impossible to be in a bad mood with this music. She couldn't make out what they were singing, but it was obviously about love and passion. The pensioners were starting to hit the dance floor and Hermione stood on the balcony and watched. Once in a while, one of the old men would wave at her and say something she didn't understand, but the sentiment seemed to say, come down and dance.
She was tempted. She couldn't quite stop her feet from moving. The rhythm was so utterly commanding, seductive and soft. The idea of going down and dancing was a little foreign, but she had to admit that the thought had occurred to her. It must the wine.
Some variety of red, she couldn't remember what Malfoy had called it, but she had a few glasses of it and it nicely warmed her belly and her blood.
"Are you going to stand there all night?" Malfoy asked and threw his book down on the floor. "Why don't you just go."
"I might." She said back. She didn't want to admit that she was a bit scared. Not that she knew what was so scary about dancing pensioners. Maybe that the expression of passion was so obvious. The dancing was so intimate, not lewd or anything like that, but just... a bit sincere in its appreciation of the difference between men and women. Who knew the life of pensioners was so colourful.
It was nothing like the mechanical ball room dancing they had done at Hogwarts. Hermione didn't quite know why, but it made her blush. Ron would never even dance with her, let alone anything approaching something sensual. He probably doesn't even understand what the word means.
"Do you want me to take you down?" Malfoy asked with annoyance.
Hermione bit her lip. She really wanted to go, but having Malfoy glowering at her the entire time wouldn't be fun at all.
"No its alright. I will go on my own." She said with more determination than she felt. She would be alright. It was ridiculous being afraid of a bunch of senior citizens. Alright, maybe not all of them were seniors, maybe the younger people were in their forties.
She put on her simple flat shoes and went downstairs. Chinese lanterns lit up the whole space in a warm light and it took a whole two seconds before a smiling pensioner was twirling her around. It was perhaps a little too close contact for comfort. Hermione became aware that they had different ideas of personal space here. But once she started to relax it was really fun.
She could see Malfoy on the balcony watching. The man she was dancing with asked her something but she couldn't understand. He gave up and they kept dancing. The man was really tanned like someone who spent all day in the sun. She was getting a bit of a tan herself.
The song ended and a new one started, along with a new dance partner. Another older man with a full head of graying hair. He was still an attractive man, was probably an absolute stunner in his day. He said something but Hermione could only shrug her shoulders to say she didn't understand.
The songs wore on and Hermione had a great time. The people were kind and the men, particularly enjoyed having a young woman in a white sun dress on the dance floor.
Someone was trying to say something to her, but she had to say that she couldn't understand.
"They think we're newlyweds." Malfoy said behind her. The man she was dancing with bowed out with the indication that she should dance with Malfoy.
"Well you told the Landlord we were married." She said while Malfoy drank from a glass.
"Is that whiskey?" She asked.
"Rum actually. This is Cuba." He said. "Do you want some?"
Hermione shook her head and Malfoy placed the glass down on a table.
"Best keep up appearances." He said and took her hand to pull her towards him.
Dancing with strangers was one thing, but being this close to Malfoy was just uncomfortable. She was much closer on the back of the scooter every day, but this was different. She couldn't quite explain the distinction but there was one. This was face to face, with him leading and her being submissive. His hand was warm and she could feel the heat from his body. Her eyes were level with his chin and lips. She could smell the rum on his breath. It reminded her of chocolates she would have at Christmas at her Grandmother's house.
Apparently the 'newlyweds' on the dance floor was a joy for some of the women to see, because it looked like some of them were melting. Hermione wanted to stop and remind them that this was Malfoy and he was revolting. Seriously, ladies, no need to look like that.
"Might as well make a show of it." He said and leaned in. Hermione didn't know what he was doing until his lips were on hers. A bolt of electricity shot through her and she had an instinct to jump away, but she didn't. Instead the kiss got deeper before it finished and he pulled away.
Hermione's ears were ringing and she was blushing brighter than a Christmas bauble. With that he picked up his glass and went upstairs. Hermione could only stand there and watch. She was stunned, he might as well have slapped her.
Now she didn't know what to do. The ladies were nodding their heads towards the stairs indicating for her to follow him, which she really didn't want to do this moment. But she didn't feel comfortable staying either. The ladies looked like they were just about to come chase her up those stairs.
Maybe she should try to explain that they weren't really newlyweds. Although on second thought, there might be some grave disapproval since they were staying together in a small one bed apartment. Perhaps just going along with it was the best course of action.
She gave a weak smile and went up the stairs. The apartment was dark and Malfoy lay on the bed a she walked in.
"That was totally unnecessary." She stated.
"Perhaps." Was all he said.
Hermione didn't know what to do with herself now. There wasn't much to do in the apartment at night. The naked bulb in the middle of the room gave off an awful light that wasn't good for anything. She couldn't risk using her wand in case she was seen, so she just leaned back on the small table in the corner.
Her lips were still burning from the kiss, which just confused her. Getting kissed by Malfoy was the oddest, most surreal thing that had ever happened to her. Except maybe getting the letter telling her she was a witch.
She could hear the creaks as Malfoy got off the bed. And even though she could see his white shirt in the dark, having him move around made her nervous.
"But it was very interesting." He said and came towards her.
"How? How was that interesting?" Hermione asked disbelievingly.
"What's the matter, Granger. Never been kissed before?"
"Of course I have." She refuted. "Just not ..."
He kissed her again, and again the electricity shot through her. Ok, now she was officially confused. The kiss deepened and a further bolt of electricity shot through her and moved deeper into her mouth.
Her mind tried to analyse, but the sensations were overwhelming. Any minute now she would stop this. It was just so nice for a kiss not to be awkward for once. Not the awkward for first kisses with Ron, or the awkward we're having sex kisses and then the awkward let's pretend you didn't dessert us at the darkest hour kisses. Kissing Draco Malfoy was so beyond comprehension, there just wasn't an awkward to match.
Truthfully it was nice to have something else from the person who had so completely and persistently rejected her since childhood. In a way it took away some of the validation and conviction to the nasty things he had said to her over the years.
Any minute now she would stop pull away and yell at him. It just got a little harder when the pulled her even closer and moved down to her neck. She could hear his heavy breaths in her ear. Any minute now she would stop this. His hands were in her hair and he pulled her back for another kiss and his tongue was calling hers to play.
One of his hands moved down to her breast and the sensations made her gasp. He was swinging her around and they were next to the bed now. He was taking her to the bed. She should stop this, but the heat was building up so deliciously in her belly. She wanted more, but any minute now, she would come to her senses. It was Malfoy that was making her feel like this. How the hell did this happen? But why shouldn't she, her mind was questioning. What's the worst that could happen? He'd end up hating her more, call her names, that would be a change.
Her body was begging her and his weight coming down on top of her resolved the argument really. Her legs just seemed to form to him and in a heart beat, he was there, in position, waiting for her to give permission. All she could see was burning desire in his eyes. The point of absolutely no return.
When she reached up to kiss him, he took it as his permission and entered her. The sensations flooded her body and caught her breath. She left like her whole body was vibrating and that she could not exist without this. A couple of long deep strokes was all it took. She was tipping over the edge and pulled him as close as she could as the waves washed over her. He was fighting his own battle and she could hear his loud groan as he found release.
He was completely gone from the world for a few seconds as Hermione started to gather her thoughts. She really didn't know how she felt about this when the fog started to lift from her mind. It was still the most surreal thing ever. Certainly not part of the vacation she had planned.
And every single damned pensioner down there knew what was going on up here, even though it'd been a complete surprise to her.