A/N: Hey to all you people out there in cyberspace what's up? I'm so glad people are reading and enjoying this. As requested by Meline I will put thoughts into italics and speech into speech marks.

Meline: Hey glad your still reading and I've taken your suggestions on board and as you can see shall change my ways.

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Late Monday afternoon

Hermione found few more things in the house that were of interest to her (laundry, 2nd toilet ect.) and went back to her room to unpack her things.

Malfoy was sitting in his room still trying to remember how to work the ipod Hermione had given him a couple of hours ago.

How the bloody hell do I work this contraption?

Malfoy was seriously considering asking Hermione to show him how to work it again when he decided that not even his stupid curiosity should make him lower his standards like that. So instead of troubling himself with it any longer he got up and went for a walk out into the yard that could be accessed from his French door windows. When he did he noticed something the know-it-all hadn't yet, the pool sitting crystal clear in their yard.

Hmmmmm I might go for a swim.

So he got into his boardshorts and walked down stairs.

Hermione had just finished putting away the last of her clothes and books when she a heard small splash (A/N: you know when people dive it splashes but not loudly? That's the sound) which made her look out the window. The sight that greeted her was one for some reason was the only one she hadn't thought of in the last five seconds, Draco Malfoy swimming laps of a pool in their backyard.

Jeez the slimly little git works out and I can only see his back.

The thought of a swim was more appealing to Hermione now than it would have been two minutes ago, so, she changed in to her swimmers, a one piece (let's not get too reveling yet) and went outside.

Now to say Hermione had grown into her body was an understatement, she would have been very beautiful if she had cared to be, she wasn't a stick figure but she was thin enough to be appealing to your average shallow person but big enough not to be considered anorexic by other girls, her curves made her look very womanly and her chocolate brown eyes would make most romantics melt, however she still had unruly hair and dorkish appearance but perhaps that was because she was hoping to find someone that loved her for her and not her body but for whatever reason she covered her beauty very well.

The only problem is you can't cover you body shape in swimmers.

When Hermione came out the french doors of her room Malfoy was under water. When he came up she spoke to him in the most normal voice she could muster as she felt a little exposed.

And it doesn't help that it's Malfoy I'm feeling exposed in front of.

"Is it cold?"

Whaaaa...shit is that Granger? Hmmmmm she's pretty hot maybe this wont be so bad, it's defiantly better than Parkinson in a swimsuit, shudder.

"Not to bad Granger, I think it has that thing where the sun makes it warm."

"Solar heating?"

"I think that's it, yeah."

Draco swam to the steps and walked up a couple of them to get a better look at Hermione which made her blush and get even more uncomfortable.

Is he checking me out?

Is she blushing? Ha Granger is human.

Hermione quickly regained composure and walked over to the edge of the pool and sat down putting her feet in to check the temperature. He was right it was solar heated. Then she noticed that Draco was out and was walking over to sit next to her, she could help it she gave him the once over.

"Granger you wouldn't be checking me out would you?"

Cocky Bastard.

"No more than you were me."

She didn't...she did... haha, that is funny.

"Well isn't Miss Potter club daring today?"

He's taunting me, oooooh he's gonna get it now.

"Well Malfoy, I figured there was no way I could get any more embarrassed than I was so it was at no risk."

Those were the last words Draco heard before he was under the water and then coming back up for breath.

"Granger you little worm you did not just do that."

"Oh see I believe you're wrong Mr. Malfoy, I did just do that."

"Well I say I give you a big round of applause for that very inventive idea."

"Meh, you're just sour that you didn't think of it earlier."

Wait am I having a civilized conversation with Malfoy?

"Well, you are full of surprises."

"Really Malfoy? I believe that was one."

"Well, that was, but you in a swimming costume is a surprise in itself isn't it? How do you hide that figure?"

"That Malfoy is none of your business and even if it were, I wouldn't tell you." (Sly smile)

"Oh but it is my business I'm living with you for a month I deserve to know where you hide such a gorgeous body everyday, do you like, take it off or something?"

"Did you just make a joke Malfoy?"

"I Believe I did. Don't get used to it."

"Why not? You know people would like you a lot more if you were like this all the time."

"Would they now? How do you know?"

"Yes they would and I know cause I'm liking you more when you're like this and I've been your enemy for years."

"Ah Granger what you don't understand is that people will hate me for all time because of my father and my name. Take Weasley for example he had never spent more than a couple of minutes with me before first year and he hated me because of my father and our reputation, it's not easy to make friends when your last name is Malfoy in fact it's impossible I don't have one friend unless you count Parkinson but I think I'd rather have no friends than her." (Embarrassed smile)

Shit I just spilled my guts to Granger, SHIT! How did she do that she just said one thing and I start babbling that's scary I don't think I like that tactic, not that I think she meant to do it she's just got that thing like most peoples mums have where you just open up to them, that's most personal thing I've ever said to anyone. Please let her not say anything to Potter or I'm done.

"Granger I'd appreciate if you didn't tell Potter and Weasley what I just told you."

"Look I know that was kind of personal, I would never tell Harry or Ron anything someone told me that was personal."

"Personal, personal Granger that was more than just a personal thing I chose to tell you because number one I didn't chose to tell you it just kind of popped out and number two that is the most privet, reputation ruining thing I've ever told anyone and I told you, do get the seriousness of that?"

"Yeah I do, is there anything that would make you feel more secure about telling me?"

"Um I can't think of anything, can you?"

"How about I tell you something like that about me?"

"Okay sounds fool proof."

"Alright how about I wear clothes that hide my figure and leave my hair frizzy so that if gods forbid anyone was ever interested in me they'd be interested in me and not the way I looked on their arm."

"Jeez Granger for a smart chick you're a bit thick sometimes."

"What do you mean?"

"There is at least one guy who adores the very ground you walk on."

"Oh yeah? Who?"

"Weasley."

"What?"

"Granger you might not see it, but you and Potter would be the only ones, he loves you."

"Yeah right you're joking right?"

"No."

"Well prove it then."

"Okay after you got up him at the Yule ball he was wandering around cursing himself under his breath and saying stuff like 'why didn't I just ask her I mean I went to do it about a hundred times but the words never came out, god I'm an idiot.' You know stuff like that."

"That was three years ago."

"Okay without trying to sound gay or anything, Weasley's pretty good looking and has he ever had a girlfriend?"

"Well no and for the record that did make you sound gay."

"Shut up that is not the point, was he ever asked out?"

"Well yeah a couple of girls have asked him out, why?"

"Well let's look at this, were any of those girls pretty?"

"Yeah they were, I don't see how this is proving anything."

"Well why do you think he said no?"

"I don't know I just always assumed that he was just not interested or it did cross my mind once that maybe he was gay."

"Nah he's not gay otherwise he'd be giving Potter eyes not you."

"Are you implying that Harry's good looking?"

"Are you?"

"That is not the point but yes I think Harry's reasonably good looking but in a friendly way like he'd be a good replacement date if I couldn't get one."

"Okay then now that it's been covered the Potter is good looking back to the point Weasley gives you eyes all the time, I've never seen anyone so gaga."

"So all this time Ron's liked me and I never noticed?"

"Yeah Granger that's what I've been getting at for the last twenty minuets."

"OH MY GOD that's just a bit weird I mean I love Ron and everything but not like that."

"Well poor Weasley will be waiting the rest of his life for something that's never gonna happen."

"Don't say it like that you'll make me feel bad."

"Look Granger not trying to sound like a nag but it's getting dark and a little cold out here could we go in and continue this discussion please?"

"Sure, by the way did you notice that we were just having a civilized conversation?"

"I was trying not to but yeah."

"It was nice I hope you and I could be like that, while we're here at least."

"Yeah me too Granger, it's nice to talk to someone whose not talking to you because their afraid of your father."

"I Imagine that it would be, sometimes I wonder if people talk to me or if they just talk to Harry's friend."

The two teens got out of the pool and went into their separate rooms to get dressed. Hermione dressed in a pair of form fitting jeans and an ACDC concert t-shirt that was to big so had to be tied in a knot at the bottom and Draco put on a pair of black jeans and a black button down top. When they were both done dressing they went into the kitchen and sat at the table.

"Wow it's nearly seven pm we should probably eat soon."

"That's great but can you cook?"

"A little, mum was teaching me in the holidays."

"Well what are we having then?"

"Oh no Malfoy not now if you wanted something cooked you should have asked a couple of hours ago we wont eat till after nine if I start cooking now, just make yourself a sandwich."

"Okay mother."

"Damn straight and don't you give me that kind of cheek mister."

"Okay."

"Want to watch a movie?"

"Are they those things where a pictures move to make a story?"

"Yeah that's them."

"Okay, why not?"

A/N: I know they're getting together pretty quickly but for now they're just going to be friends until I find the right moment for one to fall for the other.

Manda