Chapter 2

It had happened quite by accident on the third day of their first week at Hogwarts. He had been searching for a place to be alone and he had come across her, quite be accident. She hadn't heard him come in because she had been concentrating too hard on a particularly difficult spinning high kick.

He could see she had been at it for some time. She had built up quite a sweat. The this strapped top she was wearing was a much darker blue in places than others. Her face was flushed, and although her hair was scrapped back, those bits that had escaped were sodden and sticking to her face.

He stood watching fer for, well he couldn't remember how long. He could have easily watched her effortlessly punching, kicking, twirling, flipping forever. She could have been performing an erotic dance for him for the effect it was having on him. It was hypnotic, and from that moment on she was always on his mind.

He had returned many times to watch her. Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. He found she spent 3 hours practising.7-9 each night without fail, skipping dinner as well as her lunch, working up a frenzied sweat instead with her lightning speed movements.

He wondered where she had learnt it all, why she had learnt it all. He was suddenly pulled from his thoughts as his godfather snapped across the room at him.

"Mr Malfoy. I suggest you pay attention to this class unless you want to be beaten again this week by Miss Granger."

Scowling he bowed his head over his potions book, cursing his godfather silently.

"Mr Malfoy, detention".

Dammit, he scowled further. Dam his big wide open mind.

His lunchtime was taken up cleaning cauldrons, so much to his dismay he missed the toned brunettes feisty practice show.

"I'd be careful if I were you Draco" his godfather warned, "You're becoming careless and you know your father doesn't really need an excuse."

This comment made him look up into his uncles sad eyes.

"I can not lie to him Draco. It's for your own good. Let her go."

As Draco made his way to the Quidditch pitch Snapes words echoed in his mind. He subconsciously rubbed his hand over his jaw. Although it was fully healed now he couldn't help but remember the sharp snapping sound echoing through his fathers study and the dull ache that he still didn't think had entirely left him when he was thinking about it.

He shook himself. Brighten up he said to himself. You have detention now, with her. He smirked to himself when he felt a pull behind his navel and quickened his pace.

When he arrived the pitch was empty. He was a little early, but 15 minutes later she turned up, 10 minutes late.

"You're later" he scorned. "You can walk faster than that."

He watched her drag her feet towards him slowly, head held high, a defiant look on her face. But her shoulders told a different story, slumped in defeat, her bad dragging behind her.

He handed her a broom, making sure their fingers made contact and feeling the shiver of pleasure run down his body. She was wearing the same tracksuit trousers she wore when she was practising her self defence, and a baggy hoodie which showed off, well, nothing. He was still wearing his school shirt and trousers, and had been hoping for at the very least some skin on skin action through two very this shirts.

After half an hour of trying to force Hermione to stay on the broom longer than 10 seconds (a new record for her), Draco secretly charmed the broom to move forwards very slowly and to hold her in place on top of it. However as soon as it started moving she panicked and due to the charm stopping her from falling off, the more she tried to pull herself off, the more the front of the broom got pulled up and the higher she rose.

Alarmed at her panic Draco shouted at her to stay still, and when he saw her obviously ignoring his instruction he leapt on his own broom and soared after her. He circled her, trying to calm her, but at 10 feet off the ground the charm became useless in the panic. Hermione found herself hanging under the handle of the broom and her weight pulled both herself and the broom to the ground.

Draco dived and just managed to catch Hermione in his arms before she his the ground. Her velocity made his legs crumple and she lay there on top of him sobbing in his arms. He smoother her hair and comforted her. She was hot and bothered.

He tried to encourage her to get back on the broom, but she refused and spent the next 20 minutes watching Draco soaring through the sky weaving in and out of the goal posts with ease. She sobbed her heart out, while he enjoyed the cool air blasting past him, cooling his heated emotions, allowing himself to deflate before landing to threaten Hermione with another lesson on Monday.

"If we don't get you flying soon Madam Hooch'll only get us out her again and again, or is that what you want?" He asked suggestively cocking his eyebrow. "You want to spend more time with me"

"I can't do Mondays" she replied.

He looked at her determined stare. She had long since dried her eyes but they were still red and bloodshot.

"Why?" He quizzed "Interfere with your studies?" knowing full well her Monday night activities. To his surprise she answered in the affirmative.

"Tuesday?"

"Tuesday it is" he confirmed and locking the brooms away he turned to walk with Hermione back up to the castle only to find she was already half way there. "If only she could move that fast on the way here" he grumbled to himself.