FOX AND HOUND

Rated: M for strong language and sexual situations.

Chapter Summary: "Call me Fox… Because I'm free and sly and can be utterly deceiving if I chose to be… And you're a hound; someone who always does what they are told, never questioning why they must, and never realizing they have the choice to say no."

Disclaimer: Oh, please. I wish.

Authors Note: I'm not positive how well this will be received so I'm just going to post the first two (possibly three) chapters simultaneously. Woo!

CHAPTER TWO: FOX AND HOUND

It was warm and humid outside in the street. The girl didn't seem to mind though as she took Draco's hand in hers and led him across the road, through the thin patch of trees, and down to the beach. He had stared at this beach through his window every day since he had arrived, always too nervous to actually go down to the shore. Now, however, he was feeling the sand sink into to the spaces between his ankle and shoe and start filling in the gaps uncomfortably. After a few steps the girl stopped and slipped out of her own shoes, making her shrink down another inch in height since she had been wearing high heels. She then stared at him expectantly. He stared blankly back.

"Well? Aren't you going to take off your shoes?" He looked down at his feet, unsure of whether he should or not. Then he remembered how uncomfortable they had now become to walk in, so he slid them off as well as his socks and carried them in his left hand while she dragged him along by his right. Her hand was small and he couldn't help but notice how nicely it fit into his.

They stopped only a few feet from the water. She plopped down on the sand gracelessly and insisted that he follow.

"So," She started after a long silence between them, "What's your name?"

"It doesn't matter." He turned and looked solemnly out at the sea. He didn't want to tell her. He didn't think she needed to know. She was just a Muggle after all. "What's yours?"

She didn't answer. He turned to look at her, surprised by her silence. Now she was staring out at the ocean.

"Mine doesn't matter either." She told him and he raised an eyebrow at her.

"Well, could you at least tell me your last name? It's usually how I address people anyway." He said. For some reason he had suddenly become quite interested in what her name was. Perhaps it would explain why she looked so familiar to him.

"How about you just call me Fox?" She had turned to look at him now. The moonlight had cast wonderful shadows across half of her face, leaving one of her eyes glowing brightly as it stared at him. Her lips were continuing to gleam too, so lovely and full.

"Fox?"

"Yes. Fox. And I will call you Hound."

"Why?" He was utterly confused now.

"Because I'm free and sly and can be utterly deceiving if I chose to be. I don't live by other people's rules, and I feel as though everybody is always trying to hunt me down for my beautiful tail." She said, raising one eyebrow at him before continuing. "And you're a hound; someone who always does what they are told, never questioning why they must, and never realizing they have the choice to say no." She finished. She suddenly seemed to be a lot closer to him, her face inches from his own. He could smell alcohol and mint on her breath as she caught his gaze within her own.

"Fox and Hound, then?" He tried to clarify. She nodded and smiled. They both turned and looked out over the ocean again. The wind was starting to pick up, offering them a nice breeze as Fox's hair began to blow into his face. It smelled of flowers and rain in the spring. It was refreshing as it blew across him, softly falling against his cheeks.

It felt like ages that they just sat there, staring at the water, her hair blowing into his face.

Then, out of nowhere, she stood up.

"Do you like to swim?"

He didn't know - he had never really gone swimming. He wasn't even sure he knew how to swim.

So he remained silent.

"Well, I love to swim."

Draco rolled his eyes and turned back to look at the ocean.

Then he felt something soft land on his head. When he reached up and pulled it off he saw that it was a white halter top that smelled like flowers and rain…

His head snapped up to see Fox standing in her bra, removing her skirt. She wore a black strapless bra with matching black, boy-short style panties.

He felt his heart stop and his stomach jumped into his throat. He knew he should look away - stare down at his feet or back at the ocean - but he couldn't tear his eyes away. He gazed at her muscular legs, curvy hips, taut stomach, and round bosom. She was absolutely perfectly built. As he moved his gaze up to her face he was horrified to find her staring at him as he stared at her. He then realized his mouth was hanging open and quickly shut it.

She smiled down at him.

Why the fuck was she smiling?!

Before he knew it she had started running towards the water in front of them and went splashing into the waves. An even bigger smile had broken out across her face, making her even more attractive. She laughed and screamed as the cold water splashed into her face.

"Come on! Get down to your knickers and come on in!" She shouted from the water. Draco stood up, ready to do exactly as she instructed when he realized what was hiding on his left forearm. His hands had frozen above the top button of his shirt, his eyes wide as he thought of the scarred over Dark Mark hiding beneath his black shirt. He couldn't possibly take off the shirt without risking her asking questions about it.

And how could he possibly explain that to a Muggle without seeming like a complete loon?

"What are you waiting for? You're not nervous are you? Don't worry about it! I'm not going to try to seduce you, I promise!" Fox shouted over to him once more.

"I can't take off my shirt." He yelled back over to her without even thinking. Fox stopped splashing around in the water and stared at him, her head slightly tilted to the side.

"What did you say?"

He took a deep breath, trying his hardest to think up a reasonable excuse for keeping his shirt on.

"I got a bee sting. I can't."

He knew she would never go for it, but it was the best he could do.

"A bee sting?" She repeated. He nodded.

"Where at?"

"My arm."

"Oh." She shrugged. "Then just take off your jeans then."

He was glad she was so far away from him, and that it was nighttime or else she would have seen the deep crimson blush that crept up into his pale cheeks. She had started splashing again, but it was obvious she was waiting for him to join her.

"What the hell?" He murmured to himself as he began to undo his belt.

He had to be out of his fucking mind.

Once he removed his jeans he started walking nervously towards the water. As he approached he tried to figure out why he was doing it. She was a Muggle and he was a wizard - by playing with her in the ocean, no matter who unromantically interested in her he was, he was being a complete hypocrite. He was no better than those other Mudblood and Muggle lovers.

But once his shins came into contact with the icy water, and Fox ran awkwardly over to him through it, grabbing a hold of both of his hands and dragging him deeper into the water, he no longer cared how hypocritical he was being.

She splashed a little bit of the salty sea water into his face, and it burned his eyes. She giggled as he rubbed at them, trying to ease the fire in his cornea's.

"What the fuck are you laughing at?!" He demanded, thoroughly annoyed by the burning sensation.

"Oh, please, look at you! Big tough mysterious guy crying over a bit of salt water in his eyes." She giggled some more and Draco began to lose his temper. He splashed some water up into her face where it went up her nose and into her laughing mouth.

"Ugh!" She shouted, coughing up the salty water and holding onto her nose.

"That's what you get." He said coldly but she just looked back at him and splashed him in the face once more. He growled before taking her by the waist and tackling her into the water. He quickly lifted her back up out of the water, concerned that he might have hurt her as her eyes and lips were shut tightly.

"Are you alright?"

She spit water into his face.

"I'm fine, you arse."

Draco scowled at her, angered by her nerve.

She just smiled at him.

Why the fuck did she keep on smiling at him?!

"You're annoying." He spat. She just laughed and shrugged.

"Is that why you're holding me like this?" She asked. He looked down and noticed that he was now kneeling in the water, with an arm around her shoulders, holding her up from where he had just dunked her, and the other arm underneath her knees, while her arms had snaked around his neck. Her face was dangerously close to his own and although his mind wasn't sure about it, his stomach had started performing acrobatics while his heart was running a marathon.

"I shouldn't do this." He said softly, unsure if she heard him over the crashing waves around them.

Evidently she had, though, because her smile faded and her face became quite serious.

"Why are you so torn inside?"

She might have been a Muggle, but she was definitely observant.

He didn't know how to answer her. It was difficult to give a proper answer without telling her all about the war, and Voldemort…

Oh, and the fact that he was a wizard.

It took him a moment to come up with a decent response.

"Remember what I said about being part of history?" He asked her, his voice just as soft as before. She nodded slowly.

"I'm the villain. I chose the wrong side and I will forever be remembered as a bad guy." Her eyes seemed to be exploring his face as he spoke, as though looking for traces of the evil in his pores. Eventually they came to rest on his cold grey eyes again.

"You are so very mysterious." She repeated. He couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips.

"I like mysteries."