The four unlikely friends spent the day at the beach, splashing around, chatting on their blankets, and having a good time. Ginny had noticed an instant and strong attraction between Draco and Hermione and was quite intrigued to see where it would lead. They all made their way back towards their respectable houses as the sun started to set.

"I actually had a really good time today," Ginny said glancing over at their two new Slytherin friends, if that's what they were.

"So did I," Draco said glancing at Hermione.

"Hey, I'm starving. You guys should come over and we'll order pizza's and watch movies.

Blaise looked over at Draco before looking back at the girls. "Sounds good to us as long as Hermione doesn't mind. It is her house."

Hermione glanced up from her intent concentration on her shoes.

"That's fine." She avoided Draco's gaze, which she could feel burning into her.

Ginny and Blaise chatted a moment about the boys going back and changing and meeting them at Hermione's house in about twenty minutes. Hermione snuck a glance at Draco, who had his head cocked to the side and was watching her with a small smile playing on her lips. Finally, Ginny grabbed her arm and they went back towards the house.

As soon as they were in, Ginny and Hermione went their own ways to their rooms to get showered and changed before the boys arrived. Hermione slipped into a pair of sweat pants that were slightly too big for her and hung low on her waist and a black tank top. She brushed her hair out and let it hang loosely around her shoulders. She was in interrupted by the doorbell. Heading down the stairs she noticed that Ginny's door was still closed, so she must still be getting ready.

She swung the front door open to find Blaise and Draco standing there holding a case of beer. Both were wearing jeans, while Blaise had on a plain t-shirt, and Draco had on a white button down shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows. She swallowed and stepped aside to let them in.

"You look comfy," Blaise joked with her as they both took in her attire.

"Uh, yeah. I didn't think I needed to dress up to watch movies and eat pizza."

"You look fine." Hermione looked over at Draco who had spoken and he winked at her.

"I'll take that to the kitchen." She reached out and took the case of beer and quickly turned and made her way towards the kitchen.

She slid the case in the refrigerator and closed the door to find Draco standing there.

"Jesus, Draco. You scared me," she said grabbing her chest.

"I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to."

Hermione looked up at him and took a step back, bumping into the counter behind her.

"Granger, why do I get the distinct feeling you are uncomfortable near me," he said taking a step closer to her.

"Uh… I… I'm not. I'm just… not use to you… being so nice." She stumbled over her words.

"Do I make you nervous?" He placed a hand on either side of her body so he was leaning towards her.

Her eyes were locked with his. She simply shook her head. Draco smiled wider and bent his head so it was right next to his ear.

"You intrigue me, Granger." His warm breath brushed against her ear and sent a chill down her spine.

"Why?" She managed to say.

"Because in all reality, you are still very much off limits. There aren't many things in this world that I'm told I can't have."

"Oh," was all she could manage as her heart sped up when his mouth brushed the edge of her earlobe.

"Plus…" he paused briefly to place a chaste kiss right below her ear, causing sparks to fly through her body, "you are incredibly sexy, smart, and witty; all attractive qualities in a female."

He pulled his head back just enough to look at her face. His eyes briefly dropped to her lips and her tongue instinctively came out to moisten them.

"You don't hate me anymore, right Granger? Because I most definitely do not hate you."

She slowly shook her head.

"Hermione! I ordered the pizza! What movie are we watching?" Ginny's voice broke through her daze and Draco stepped back, allowing her enough room to step away from him.

"Uh, just pick one. I don't care." Hermione's voice was shaky as she risked a glance back at Draco.

He held out his hand. "Shall we?" he said and motioned towards the living room. Instead of taking his hand, she nodded and walked by him out to the living room. Zabini was sprawled out across the couch and Ginny was sitting in the chair with her feet up on the coffee table. The only spot left was the other couch.

Draco passed her and handed everyone a beer, before sitting down in the center of the couch. He looked up at her and patted the seat next to him.

"Come on, Granger. I don't bite… yet." His devilish smirk made Hermione weak in the knees.

She cleared her throat and took a seat next to him. Their legs brushed and she felt that familiar electrified feeling shoot through her. He held out a beer and I quickly took it and drank down half of it. I looked up from my bottle and saw Draco watching me with an amused look.

"Shut up and watch the movie, Draco."

They ended up watching an old Jim Carrey movie that Hermione's parents had. When the pizza arrived, they all ate hungrily and settled in to finish the movie. When it ended, Hermione glanced over at Ginny to find her asleep in the chair and Zabini was lightly snoring. Draco had his head rested back against the back of the couch and his eyes were closed. Hermione slowly got up, trying not to wake him, grabbed all the plates and headed towards the kitchen. She quickly tucked the leftover pizza in the fridge and loaded the dishes in the dishwasher. She walked back out to the living room and picked up the beer bottles. They clinked together and Draco stirred, looking up at her sleepily.

"Need help?" his voice was thick with sleep.

"No, I got it. Feel free to lie down." She gestured towards the couch and turned to take the bottle back in the kitchen.

She dropped them in the recycling and turned around to find Draco leaning against the door frame of the kitchen.

"So not only are you adorable when you are nervous, but you are very domesticated," his eyes were still hooded with sleep and a lazy smirk was on his face.

"I did grow up in a muggle family, remember Draco? I'm sure you haven't forgotten my blood status yet," she said as she grabbed a dish cloth and wiped down the counter.

"Why are you so hesitant to trust me?"

She turned around and studied him for a moment and chose her words carefully.

"Draco, I don't want to be rude at all, but I have no reason to trust you. You fought against me, fired numerous hexes at me, and overall tried to kill me not long ago. That's hard to get over."

He stood up and walked around the island before leaning against it so he was only a few feet from her. He held out his arms causing Hermione to look at him confused.

"Come here."

"I'm not sure if that is a good idea," she said shaking her head.

"Hermione, come here." His voice was soft and he had used her first name, so she hesitantly stepped toward him.

He reached out and grabbed her waist gently and pulled her towards him until she was only an inch or so away from him.

"I'm sorry for whatever happened in that war. You may not want to believe it, but I was forced to do a majority of what I did. I never actually wanted to kill you."

"No?"

"No. And the whole blood status thing… that's kind of what we were taught from birth. Zabini's been working on me to forget it."

"So you don't think I have dirty blood anymore?" Hermione asked not believing it.

"I'm working on it." Draco's head fell to the side slightly as he watched her. His hands held onto her waist and his thumbs were drawing slight circles where her shit had ridden up and her stomach was exposed.

"Ok then. I'll try to not be so… whatever it is I am around you."

"Granger… I'm going to do something. I need you not to freak out."

Hermione's eyes widened slightly as he leaned his head down and pulled her up against him at the same time. Her eyes fell closed as his lips brushed over hers lightly. It was gentle, which shocked her, along with the tingles that shot through her lips and straight down her throat into her chest. His lips pressed more firmly and she couldn't help it when a slight moan escaped. This was encouragement enough as Draco slowly turned her body without breaking their lips apart and lifted her up onto the counter. He settled between her thighs and pressed his body against hers. His tongue ran along her lower lip and she opened her mouth as their tongues dueled. One of his hands released her waist and tangled in the hair at the back of her neck. She gripped his shirt on his chest as an ache in her chest got stronger. Suddenly he broke the kiss and took a step back, placing his hands on either side of her on the counter and leaning down, taking long deep breaths.

Draco tried to regain his bearings as Hermione sat silently on counter in front of him. His head was fuzzy. What the hell was happening to him? He had kissed plenty of girls, most of which were far more sexual than Hermione Granger, and never once did his head go fuzzy. This girl was toxic. The ache in his chest practically screamed at him to kiss her again and his hands tightened their grip on the counter.

"Uh, I should go wake up Ginny and make sure she goes to her room."

He looked up at her and she was looking everywhere except at him. She slid off the counter and then gently moved his hand and walked out of the kitchen. Great. Now he'd likely gone and made her thing he regretted it. He hadn't regretted it. He'd give anything to kiss her every day for the rest of his life. Wait, what! Where had that thought come from. He was one day in and already addicted. He was in big trouble.