Draco woke up the next morning to the sound of Blaise Zambani's voice in his ear.
"Oy, you got to see this chick at the lake. I don't who she is, but we got to hurry." He said hastily.
Blaise grabbed Draco by the arm, and told him he has going to be right outside the door while he got dressed. Draco nodded gently, and then finally took in what Blaise said. He quickly got dressed (for somebody half-awake, it was pretty good), and walked out to meet Blaise.
Once they met, they ran down to the lake to let their eyes soak in this what might be a beautiful creature. They hid behind a bush, so they wouldn't be seen.
She was more than beautiful: she was gorgeous, and swam like fish. Draco turned to Blaise and asked, 'Is this as close we can get? I can barely see who it is, but she looks amazing from here.'
"Yeah, this is close as I dare. You can get closer if you want, but if she sees you, you are so dead. Never let the girls catch you looking, because then they think you are creepy and have gone mental." Blaise replied.
"I know, I know…but I think I'll do it anyway." Draco responded. He took a deep breathe as he got up to crawl through the bushes to the other side of the pool.
Draco stopped and looked at Blaise and gave him a thumbs-up, but Blaise shook his head. Draco shot him a get-over-here-now look, and he finally gave in.
Blaise slowly crawled over, and whispered, "Wow, she looks really hot up close.", but as soon as he said that the girl turned around.
"Is that Hermione Granger, I see with my eyes, or am I just imagining it?" Blaise asked whispered in amazement.
"Yes, so stop drooling." Draco said as he took one last lingering look at Hermione. She had a great body for somebody who just sits around reading, he considered.
"Sorry, mate. She is just really pretty for a mudblood." He told Draco.
I know she's pretty, and I know she is amazing, and I secretly love her, Draco wanted to say, but he knew he couldn't. Blaise would laugh at him; just assuming that it was just another girl in Draco's ever-lasting love life. It wasn't true though, he had started liking her back in the fourth year, when she looked so stunning in that dress she wore to the Yule Ball. He could still feel the blood pulsing in his veins from Ron's obnoxiousness and rudeness toward Hermione. Draco knew that Ron was dense, but even the stupidest people should know when to stop ruining people's lives and just let them have their fun. Even if it's not with you.
Hermione walked straight toward them, and they pressed themselves as hard as they could in the grass, hopeful that they couldn't be seen. She leaned down, and she looked near the bushes. Draco looked down, seeing her towel in front of him. He slowly pushed out of the bushes a foot away. Hermione then picked it up, wrapped it around her and walked off toward the locker rooms.
Once she was gone, both guys let out a breath that neither of them knew they were holding.
"That was close!" They exclaimed at the same time. Draco laughed, and Blaise took another deep breathe.
"Let's go, before Granger sees us for real. Both the Gryffindors and the Slytherin's love to gossip, I don't want to add to it that I like her. " Draco suggested.
"You like her?"
"No…I meant, us not me…." Draco stuttered, as un-Malfoyish as he could ever be.
"Whatever, but yeah let's move." Blaise said.
As they walked away, what they didn't notice was that Hermione had already left the locker room, and had heard the latter part of the conversation.
Draco likes me? No, she thought. He wouldn't like her, even she dressed like Pansy Parkinson, (who is known for really small mini-skirts, and tank tops that stretch across her like paint on wood).
Only if he knew, I loved him, she thought, if only…