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I wait, kneeling up so our faces are so close. Close enough for me to feel his minty breath run over my mouth, but not close enough to seem like I am pushing myself on him. The ball is totally in his court - though, I have to point out that it is a bit obvious that I am putting myself out there. How many girls not interested in him would shove their lips so close to his?

"I just do." He says cryptically, and I breathe in deeply. We are so close that if he just moved his head a few inches forwards, we would be kissing.

Kiss me.

Kiss me, now.

Go on! I'm basically begging in my head, absolutely pathetic.

Praying to every God and deity that I have ever heard of, doesn't seem to be helping because he doesn't press him lips to mine. "Let's get you some lunch." He smiles, pulling away and as soon as he does all the tension in my chest dissipates. It was the fiery kind of tension. The kind that pushes you to the edge and makes you want to jump, but Draco Malfoy obviously doesn't want to jump with me. Instead he doesn't even wait for me and he walks out of the door. "Come on, Granger."

"Yeah." I sigh, flopping back down onto my chair and looking at nothing in particular. You get me all flustered! I shout at him in my head. You made me think that you were going to kiss me and you didn't!

He pokes his head back through the door, "Granger?" I stand and follow him out into the stair well, we make out way back into the main house and I follow him down into the dining room to where I am met by another table load of food.

The smell is so enticing that we both sort of gravitate towards it, moving simultaneously until we are sitting and tucking in. "Is Master to be wanting anything else?" Draco looks to me in question and I shake my head.

Draco flicks his gaze off of me and then back to the small house elf standing to his right. "That will be all, thank you."

We eat in silence. Draco seems to be thinking... and me? Well, I can't even breathe – let alone look at him – after the way my thoughts turned pretty x-rated up in the library, I was so close to throwing myself on the couch and screaming out of frustration. I don't think it is fair that he is so fucking perfect all the time and I have to sit here and struggle through my own thoughts because I can't seem to get my head out of the gutter.

The tension seems to fizzle out after lunch is over and Draco has another, genuine looking, smile on his face, "Let's go outside." He says and he walks to the left, instead of to the main door, and we walk until he opens another – smaller – oak door and he pushes me out into the sunshine. The rain and mist from a few weeks ago has disappeared and left us with some uncharacteristically hot and bright weather. "It's a shame to waste the heat." He smiles, grabbing my hand and pulling me down the three marble steps to the grass. He accio's my shoes and then, with a swish of his wand, hands me a pair of trainers.

He motions with his hand and takes off at a jog. "Come on, I want to show you the lake."

"There is a lake?" I ask, jogging after him.

"Yeah," He tells me, "Straight on through the trees." He points a finger, "Last one there has to be dunked in the lake." He tells me, taking off at a sprint. I stand there watching his marvellous form run away.

"Come on, Granger!" Draco Malfoy – the definition of aristocracy and composure- yells back at me, running through the moors surrounding the forest enclosing his house; careless, carefree and just... well, just utterly perfect. Carefree is not necessarily a trait that I usually associate with Draco Malfoy, but it is a nice one to see marring his usually angular features. "Ooh!" He dodges around and tree and then turns to look back at me, continuing to run backwards all the while – bloody arrogant, git. "I'm going to beat the great Hermione Granger at something!" He grins at me, turning back around and continuing to sprint off into the distance.

"In your dreams, Malfoy!" I scream to his retreating figure and I do something that I know Draco Malfoy is going to make me regret with all of my being. I pull out my wand and yell out a curse. A jelly legs jinx that has him wobbling in front of me. I hold my sides and jog past him, almost doubled up with the effort of trying to hold in the snorting laughter urging to break free. I give up eventually and let it burst from me. I turn and stick out my tongue at him.

Malfoy laughs along with me, but I can see a teasing, dangerous expression that has shivers dancing up my spine. When I look back again, the jinx has worn off and he is chasing me. I scream, trying to speed up, breaths rip out of my lungs trying to take in more and more oxygen.

I can feel him catching up, I throw my hands out in front of me as he wraps his hands around the dip between my butt and my thighs and drops me in a rugby like tackle. I can see the grass jumping up to meet me, but before I can be shoved into the hard, unforgiving earth, I slam into a harder – in a totally ripped, toned, sort of way – surface. Draco Malfoy's chest cradles me for a second before he grips my hands and pushes me over.

He glares teasingly at me, but all I can feel and think about it the one hand gripping my wrist and the other trailing up my body from its position on my hip, until it too meets my wrists locked together above my head.

The one thing running through my head – and no I am definitely not proud of it – is; Take me, take me now. But obviously he doesn't, and instead he wrestles with my grip until my wand falls into his palm. "No more Slytherin tactics from you, babe." He smiles, jumping up and I lie there, in the grass, wishing that he was pressed to my body again but with a much smaller barrier between us; such as, nothing for example. Then I whack my head into the grass. It's just the effect he has on people! He just has girls dropping their knickers all over the place, and you want to JOIN IN with all the other idiots! I mentally berate myself, though it is sort of half heartedly.

I push myself from the ground, Malfoy is about fifty meters away from me now and I can see the lake stretching out in front of us. I spring on the balls of my feet and run. Honestly, I don't feel like he was putting his best effort into this. His legs stretch on for miles – he's at least six two – and I stand at an unimpressive five six compared to him, so with his height advantage he should not have been running by my side for most of the race.

I run. He reaches the lake before I get there and catches me up into his arms as I make it. I scream, trying to kick out and make him put me down, but then he just says, "Granger, I think the deal was, the loser gets dunked!" He smirks, evil. Pure. Evil. And rips of my trainers and his own, before carrying me out into the middle of the sparkling, clear, perfect water.

His shorts fail to have a good water retention and start slipping as he wades out into the Lake with me clasped in his arms. As much as I want to see what lies beneath them, I reach my hands down and pull them back up to his hips, "Getting comfy there, Granger?" He asks and I flush.

"Just saving your modesty." I tell him, "If I was getting comfy I would have pushed them down." I wink. I don't know how I could possibly make it any clearer, so I guess it just means that he obviously is not interested in the slightest. I decide to ignore it and laugh, "Go on then!" I say, throwing my hands out wide and arching my back until my hair tickles the water. He stands in it, up to his waist and, so far, I'm not yet wet. My feet are locked around his waist and I stretch my back running my fingertips along the surface of the water.

The rippling waves surround us and he holds completely still. "Granger?" He says, and I lift myself back up. Suddenly, he leans forwards, shoving my head through the surface and trying to stay up. But, I determinedly hold onto his neck, until he falls on top of me. Then, he pulls me back up - sharply.

"NO!" I say and... I've lost the shorts. Even more HORRIFYING, I've lost my knickers too. Apparently grip is lost when garments are immersed in water. The top floats up around my waist due to its large size and, suddenly, I'm wishing for the murky waters of the Hogwarts Lake, instead of the crystal clear waters I stand in now. "Turn around!" I screech, fumbling until I grip the sodden material and pull it up. "I even pulled yours up for you!" I say, jumping onto his back and trying to push him under.

His superior height and strength, has him swinging me round to his front and dropping me again, this time he latches on to my shorts, holding them in place until I am standing in front of him again. "Sorry, Hermione." he bites his lip, cocking his head to the side and trying not to smile.

All anger dissipates when he uses my given name. Even I have to work hard not to start laughing.

We stand in the middle of the lake; soaking wet, being heated by the sun, close enough that when we breathe our chests meet and breathing in with the same fast tempo. His hands still have a hold on my shorts, slipping under my shirt and causing shivers as his fingers dance on my bare skin.

The water cradles me, holding me, supporting my weight as he effortlessly hoists me up onto his waist. My legs locking once more around his hips as I drink it all in; the feelings, the sensations of his fingers on my body moving from the skin of my waist to the very tops of my thighs as he holds me, of his breath running over my skin. All the feelings I felt in the library, but a hundred times stronger. Because this time, this time here in the middle of the Lake, he started it. He pulled me closer. He held me to his body.

He dips his head. This is it. I think, my stomach dancing at the prospect. My heart beats like crazy in my chest and I can feel his heart meeting mine, beat for beat.

Our lips mesh; my hands lace around his neck while his hands grip me tighter, pulls me closer to him. His lips move delicately against mine, like I'm going to push him away.

Not to sound clichéd or anything, but it's perfect.

Everything that you'd want it to be.

Everything that I wanted it to be.

I still gave you a kiss, just not when you thought there would be. I hope that you guys are liking it so far. I was going to update yesterday but i had the worst headache ever. so sorry again, and please drop a little review.