Draco's jaw drops and his eyes widen as I approach the table. I am wearing a denim mini skirt with a deep red tube top. Why not tease a little? I will admit, I'm pretty hot. Narcissa looks at me as if asking, "Do you like everything?" Draco resumes his composure and his dad looks passive. Draco smirks, impressed of my outfit (and body) as I sit next to him. Draco places a hand on my thigh. I brush it off.

It's like this all trough lunch. When Draco and I are full, he "yawns" and places his arm around my shoulders. I shrug it off. When Narcissa dabs her mouth with a napkin, I ask to be excused.

"Of course, dear."

I saunter off, my ass facing Malfoy.

Barely a minute after entering my room, there is a knock. I know automatically that it's Draco.

"Hey, babe," he greets. "Do you want to go for a swim or maybe a dip in the Jacuzzi?"

"Do you want to see me practically naked that bad?"

"So that's what you want," he says, turning it around. "You liked that night in your room that much?"

"Puh-lease. Fine. Let's go. Just give a minute to change. Where's the pool?"

"You have to do something for me before I divulge that information." I roll my eyes, grab his shirt, and pull him into me. I kiss him passionately and slip my tongue into his mouth. I let go and take a step back. "That's not what I had in mind," he says trying to look down my shirt.

"Not a chance. Take the kiss, or I'm not going."

"Fine." After instructing me, he struts to the door, but stops in the doorway. "I'll be waiting," he says seductively. He shuts the door gently and I look at all the revealing bikinis Malfoy and Narcissa picked out.

I pick out a gold bikini made mostly of strings. Draco would love it. I follow his instructions and I emerge into a bright room with a huge pool with a shallow and deep end and a diving board and a Jacuzzi in the corner. The walls were basically windows. Floor-to-ceiling windows all around to let as much light in as possible.

As if on a cue, when I'm close enough, Draco jumps off the diving board, getting me soaked.

"Hey! Watch where you're splashing!" I complain.

"Isn't that the point if we're going to swim?"

I ignore the jab and jump in. the water is surprisingly warm. When I come up for air, I fling my hair back dramatically. Draco is watching me with amusement. I dive down and he follows.

I quickly turn around. I see my black hair float around me and Draco comes over. I swim away as fast as I can, giving him a chase. He pursues me around the pool. I'm too fast for him. Every once in a while, I quickly lift my head out of the pool, take a breath, and continue swimming without any break in my speed. He is finally able to grab my foot and we come up for air.

"Are you sure you're human?" he teases. "You swim wicked fast and you can hold your breath bloody long. Are you a mermaid?" I roll my eyes at his childish suggestion. "You're as beautiful as one, I'll give you that." He advances on me slowly, backing me into the side of the pool.

"Thank you," I say unsure of where he's going with all of this.

"You're quite welcome." he whispers in my ear. I feel his hot breath on my neck. His hand slowly wanders up my back while his other secures my hip.

"Not now," I say breathlessly as he tugs on the string, rendering them limp around my neck.

"What's wrong?" Malfoy asks me.

"Not here," I warn.

"Come on." He kisses me lightly. "You know you love me."

"I know I do, too, but-" He strokes my stomach with his dripping fingers, sending shivers down my spine and cutting me off mid-sentence.

"But what?"

"But I'm putting my foot down."

"Collette, I know you can be-" He strokes my neck, almost pushing one of the strings out from behind my neck. "Ah . . . persuaded."

"Draco, we really shouldn't-" His lips meet mine. "Please don't make me do this." He ignores me and places his hand to match his other on my hip. He hooks his thumbs into the fabric and slowly pushes down. "No!"

I run out as fast as I can, clutching the loose strings. I hurry into my room and I quickly change in to a night gown provided by the Malfoys. I shut and lock the door just in time. The second after I do, Draco knocks hard.

"Let me in! We need to talk."

"No!" I know I sound like a spoiled, ten-year-old, brat, but I don't care.

"It's my house!" he points out.

"It's MY room!" I argue.

"It's still my house!" he emphasizes after a short, exasperated pause.

"Go away! You broke your promise!"

Knowing I'm not about to back down, he gives up and leaves.

"Thank you," I had said at the beginning of the year when we first got together. "You promise to never pressure me to do anything I don't want to?"

"I promise," he had assured me. "And if I break this promise, you can walk out on me."

Promise is a big word. One that could be used only by a being that has the capacity and will power to keep said promise. That is exactly what Draco lacks.

He says I can walk out on him? Well, then that's exactly what I'm going to do.