Warning: There is quite a lot of OOC in this chapter. Especially on Hermione's part.

She couldn't breathe. There were way too many people. She had to get out; escape. That's what she needed. But where? Hermione sighed. It was way too dangerous to travel anywhere alone these days. There was no way she could convince the others to let her go. She would have to sneak away again, and it's obvious how that turned out last time. Stop.Hermione thought, forcing herself to not let her mind wander to the place she didn't want to go. Malfoy.

Hermione shook her head clear of thoughts and tried to think. Where could she go? Then something popped into her head. She could take Harry's cloak! As long as she made sure she wasn't going too far away and she didn't bump into anyone, no one would be able to see her. She could easily slip away and never get noticed.

A rush of excitement filling her, she quickly darted upstairs, making sure not to make any noise. Everyone was off doing their own thing, so she wasn't sure where Harry would be. She snuck into his room, and happy not to see him there, she quickly walked over to his trunk and looked for the cloak. The second she found it, she snatched it out and covered herself with it.

Hermione breathed in a big gulp of air the second she got outside. Her eyes closed, she just stood there, in front of the door that was now shut behind her and enjoyed the breeze around her. She hadn't gotten out in so long. All she needed was a walk to free her mind a little bit. Maybe afterwards she would finally be able to sleep.

She looked to her right, then her left, trying to decide which way to go. Her feet automatically turned left and that's where she began heading. She was walking at a surprisingly fast pace, and soon Hermione lost complete track of where she was going. The more she thought about her situation at hand, the more faster her feet walked. Everything, all the stress of the war, the death of Dumbledore, the gloominess of the world, and her recent dreams were all weighing heavily on her shoulders and she felt the faster she walked, the less those things became a burden. Soon she began to question whether she was actually trying to run away from the house. She felt like her body was trying to get her as far away from the house as possible.

Finally she sighed and slowed down, for the first time taking in her surroundings. She had come to the edge of what looked like a small woods. Looking around her, she realized she was completely alone. This wasn't a good sign. Her heart began to speed up a little bit. She was treading on dangerous water. But her curiosity started overtaking her as she looked interestedly into the forest.

Before she knew it, her feet were walking her cautiously into the edge of the little tree-covered area. She knew it was a bad idea to go in, but she was after all in a muggle surrounded area. She doubted Death Eaters would just be flying around. Plus she had the invisibility cloak to cover her if worse came to worst.

To her surprise, the woods were denser than she had anticipated and she found herself following a single path that seemed to lead to the center of the piece of land. She once in a while saw muggle signs that were covered with bushed and leaves of trees that had grown around them. She didn't really bother trying to read them.

Soon, she started to pick up the sound of water rushing, as if there was a little stream or waterfall or something. She began walking closer to the noise and was astouned by what she saw.

There indeed was a stream. In fact, it was a mini-waterfall even. She had come to a little clearing where there was a little pond full of the most clear water she had ever seen. The whole place seemed sort of magical. Hermione's heart was beating happily as she took in the beautiful surroundings. In the corner of the place there were a couple of ducks that were lazily walking around and swimming in the water. She smiled. She had just found her secret spot.

Her excitement was cut short, however, when she felt something in her pocket warm up. Furrowing her brows she looked down at her robe and something read glowing inside her right-hand pocket. She carefully reached down into it and searched with her hand for what was causing the sudden warmth. Her hand wrapped around what felt like a little glass ball and drew it out.

She brought the little red ball up to her face, holding it between her thumb and forefinger. It was rather tiny but was emitting so much light, she knew it wasn't normal. She saw the light kept increasing its intensity as she examined it closer, trying to figure out what it was. Realization began dawning on her. She had read something about a little glass ball like this before... What had it been called? She couldn't remember for the life of her. But if she was correct it was used for... No, it couldn't be... Could it? But who would...?

"I would." A voice whispered into her ear from behind. Hermione jumped and whipped around, drawing her wand at the same time. She gasped as realization hit her to who it was. Oh fuck. She thought.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" She asked, her heart beating furiously. She still had her wand drawn out, pointing it straight at him. But Malfoy didn't seem to care, for he was leaning against a tree, his arms crossed, sending her a lazy smirk.

"I suggest you put that away, Granger." He nodded towards the wand. "You won't need it right now."

"With you around, I can't be so sure." She hissed at him.

He put a mock hurt expression on his face. "You don't trust me?"

Hermione resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "What do you want?" she asked sharply.

Malfoy pushed himself away from the tree and began walking towards her, his face returning to its smirking position. Hermione began backing up, not letting him come any closer to her than she wanted him to, not that him simply being here was doing it already.

"I wanted to see you." He told her simply, as if it was the most normal thing that he would want to see her.

"Cut the bullshit, Malfoy." She spat at him. Why did he always have to be so infuriating? "Why did you put the tracker in my cloak?" She asked.

"Well, you see," He began, his smirk growing. "I feel like we never got to finish our conversation the other day at the Ministry." He saw the blood rushing to her face. "And I thought I would want an opportunity to finish what we started." His voice had gotten low and husky and Hermione realized that she had let him get way too close to her. His eyes were now moving to her lips and she could feel his breath on her face.

Hermione was just about to retort back and threaten to curse him, but then all of a sudden a wave of memories of the previous nights came rushing back into her brain. Their proximity reminded her of the reason she hadn't been able to sleep... Of the reason she hadn't been able to stop thinking about him... Of the reason she even went out on this walk anyway...

Why was she getting so hot and bothered? This shouldn't be happening. It seemed that Malfoy had noticed her flushed appearance as well and his eyes sparkled for a second with what looked like surprise, before it went as quickly as it came. He locked his gaze on hers, obviously trying to get into her head. Hermione willed herself strongly to close her mind, but found it impossible under his intense gaze and the heat radiating off of him.

She forced herself to look away from him, but it was already too late. He had seen exactly what she didn't want him to see and when she looked back at his face, there was a sly grin on his face. There was a sparkle in his eyes that made her completely uncomfortable and she was about to step away when...

"I feel like I'm ready to go swimming, don't you?" He asked, stepping away from her. Hermione was completely caught off guard by his remark and watched in awe as Malfoy turned his back towards her and starting to unbutton his cloak. He let it slip off, revealing his black slacks and black sleaveless sweater. He turned back at her and smirked.

"I mean you discovered this wonderful place, might as well use it, right?" He asked, taking off his sweater, leaving him only in a dress shirt and his slacks. Hermione's heart started beating faster again as she watched him unbutton that shirt too, revealing his pale but firm chest inch by inch.

She forced herself to raise her wand at him again. "Malfoy, will you stop this nonsense!" She exclaimed angrily. "What makes you think I won't just curse you?"

He finally took his shirt off, leaving him bare chested. Hermione forced herself to look away, though this didn't stop the blush from creeping up her neck. "Because," He said, smirking at her. He took off his shoes and socks. "I know you want to swim with me."

She watched in horror as he undid his belt, then zipper, and let his slacks fall down. He was wearing silky green boxers that looked as like they cost more than her whole outfit. She thanked the Gods above when he left his boxers on and turned around, jumping into the water in one smooth movement.

Hermione watched him sink under and looked around nervously. What was stopping her from leaving right now? She felt herself being stuck in the most ridiculous position. To stay here, with a dangerous Death Eater, and find out what his true intentions are, or go back home and pretend like nothing ever happened.

But Hermione knew she was too curious to let something like that happen. She wanted to know why Malfoy was set on spending time with her, since as of late he seemed to have developed a knack for finding her anywhere she went.

She watched him resurface and look back at her. "What are you waiting for, Granger?" He asked. "The water is absolutely incredible!" He grinned at her.

What the fuck was wrong with this kid? Why was he acting so weird. Hermione groaned. "Malfoy, what are you playing at?" She asked furiously. He was annoying the shit out of her. "Will you please stop acting like you're inebriated and tell me what you're trying to achieve?!" She was so frustrated by now, she even forgot to point her wand at him as he slowly walked out of the water and closer to her.

She just simply stared at him, her eyebrows furrowed in frustration and annoyance, waiting for him to answer her question. He got a little closer to her than she would have liked, leaving only a couple inches between them, but Hermione refused to be intimidated. He gave her a half smile.

"Has anyone ever told you that you look adorable when you're upset?" He told her quietly and calmly.

That was enough. That did it for Hermione. She groaned in frustration and shook her head. "This is getting ridiculous. I'm leaving!" she exclaimed and turned around to walk away, and she would've, had he not held her back.

Just as she was about to walk away, he grabbed her forearm and turned her back around. "No." He said as he spun her back around, catching her close to his body with his other arm. Hermione found herself pressed full on against him, his right had wrapped around her waste, holding the small of her back. She looked up at him, his hair dripping on her.

The body contact made Hermione's head go fuzzy, but she refused to let it affect her. "You're making me wet." She whispered, her voice sounding more husky than she had intended it to be.

As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them. Malfoy quirked and eyebrow at her, a hint of a smirk behind his lips. Hermione blushed harder than she had ever in her life as she broke the eye contact. "Not like that!" She tried to explain. "What I meant was my robes.." She trailed off, looking down onto the ground. She huffed, this time in embarrassment, and tried to push herself away from him, but he only gripped her firmer.

The next thing she knew, Malfoy's breath was on her ear. "I wouldn't be surprised if it was that way, Granger." He whispered huskily. "After those dreams you've been having..."

Hermione gasped. She definitely hadn't expected that. Fuck. Fuck shit fuck! She had no way of denying what he had seen only moments before in her mind. She had been dumb enough to let him get to her long enough for him to see the dreams she had been having about him. Oh no... What was she going to do now. "But I know of another way I could get you wet..." He whispered. Hermione looked up at him, confused.

But before she had time to figure it out, Malfoy had picked her up and threw her into the pond. Hermione gave a shriek of surprise, but it was drowned as she sank underneath the water. She saw something splash into the water next to her and she knew that Malfoy had jumped after her. She quickly resurfaced and turned to look for Malfoy.

When she done a complete circle around herself she found him smirking at her about a foot away from her. She immediately jumped back. "Malfoy! What the hell do you think you're doing!" She yelled at him furiously. She felt the weight of the water on her clothes weigh her down.

"Simply making you swim with me." He replied calmly.

"You are an absolute idiot!" She exclaimed. Noticing she was still clutching her wand in her hand, she tried to raise her arm, but found her cloak to heavy to do it. When she heard him chuckle she glared up at him, only too see that he was once again getting close to her.

"Why don't you just take it off?" He asked her. "It would make cursin me, or attempting to, much easier." He smirked at her as he grabbed her by the collar of her robe. He started to move the heavy material off of her shoulders. Hermione once again found herself unable to move away from him and she shivered as she felt him hands graze her arms. Finally, the heavy cloak had slipped completely off of her and with a snap of Malfoy's finger the disappeared. Hermione assumed that he had thrown it somewhere behind them on the ground.

She was left wearing a simple t-shirt and a pair of jeans, which were also getting heavy. But at least she could stand where they were, so she was able to steady herself. Malfoy still didn't back up from her. "There you go," He whispered. "Much better, isn't it?" He asked as he took a hold of her hand with the wand in it and lifted it out of the water. Hermione simply let him do it, feeling her nerves go on fire when he touched her. He pointed the wand so it dabbed him right on his throat and sneaked his other arm around her waist once again.

"Go ahead, Granger." He whispered, getting near her ear again. "Curse me. Bring me to the order. I could be your prisoner." Their cheeks grazed and Hermione felt her breath hitch in her throat. "You could torture information out of me. I'm sure everyone would be so proud of you for bringing in a Death Eater." Hermione felt his tongue flick out at her earlobe and had to stop herself from moaning. "Imagine the look on Potter's face when you bring me in. And Weasel would probably jump you and kiss you right then and there, I'm sure." He pressed closer against her. Hermione's eyes fluttered shut. Malfoy's hand was still holding her wand hand firmly, making the wand poke him.

"Come on, Granger. Don't you want revenge for all those years of torture I inflicted upon you? Endless name-calling. The murder of Dumbledore was my fault as well." Hermione felt herself go light-headed. His words were causing strange sensations inside her. She knew that she should probably do something. Act on his words. Everything he was saying was true. So why couldn't she find enough strength to go through with it? "I'm right here. You could have me captured in no time. It's now or never, Granger. Come on, I'm giving myself willingly."

But Hermione didn't move. All she did was breathe heavily and let her head lean on his. "But you can't do it, can you?" The tone in his voice changed suddenly. It was harsher now. "I affect you, don't I? I make you weak. You can't gather enough strength to go through with these words. Even when I put myself at your mercy you can't manage to fight me." His teeth took her earlobe between them and nibbled on it lightly. Hermione sighed. "See, Granger. This is what true power is. To be able to control someone without even raising your wand hand. To win someone over without a single spell."

He dropped her hand and let it sink back into the water. Hermione opened her eyes and saw him staring at her flustered state. His eyes were gleaming evilly and he wore a smirk on his face. Hermione couldn't even think straight. All she knew was the Malfoy's head was inching closer to her. Slowly but surely his lips neared her own. Now they were barely an inch apart and he cocked his head to one side. Hermione let her eyes flutter shut, her lips tingling in anticipation for what she was sure would come...

Just as their lips grazed, Malfoy flinched in pain and released his grip on her. His right hand flew up to grip his left forearm where she knew to be the Dark Mark. He collected himself quickly and looked up at her. He stepped closer to her and leaned closer, whispering, "We'll finish this another time. I will find you again."

And without another word, malfoy got out of the water, and with a snap of his finger he was dry and fully dressed again. He grabbed his wand and with a little pop he had vanished into thin air, leaving Hermione staring at the spot where he had stood just moments earlier. As she slowly regained her ability to think and process with her brain, only one thought was running through her mind.

What in Merlin's beard had just happened?

AN: Well here you have it guys. I hope you liked it! Sorry it took me a while. But there was definitely a lot more Dramione interaction this time, so I hoped you would enjoy it!! Please don't forget to review it! And everybody should check out my other story "Captured and Broken" It's a Lucius/Ginny pairing. Rare and weird, I know. But give it a shot!!

So I'm thinking some more smut next chapter? Well definitely within the next 3 chappies or so...

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