I'm so sorry about the wait, but everything has just been so hectic, and on top of all of that, my computer had a moment - which lasted for several days - but i think it's gotten over it's temper tantrum now... well, hopefully. I haven't really read through it, because i am trying to post it before something happens to the computer again! Hopefully i can get the next chapter up soon.

Eventually, we both have to surface for air, and when we do, neither of us can stop the stupid looking grins that shine on our faces. I push his damp fringe out of his eyes and am happy to see a beautiful, liquid silver dancing in them. He chuckles slightly before latching his lips back on to mine and then throwing us both into the water. Unlatching my legs from his waist, I try to resurface as the shock of water in my open eyes makes me sputter. "Idiot." I laugh, before he's gripping me again and cupping my cheek with one of his hands.

I jump up, throwing my legs around his waist and pushing down on his head. What I expect to happen – namely, that he sinks like a rock – does not, and I find it insulting that he looks like I am having no effect what so ever. He could at least pretend! "Having fun there, Granger?" He asks and I huff, sticking out my bottom lip and giving him my best glare.

"If you had even a bit of kindness in your heart, you would sink!"

He throws himself backwards, "Happy?" He laughs as he resurfaces.

"The moments gone now." I tell him, laughing along with him because he really does look sexy with beads of water glistening in his hair. I lift up my hand and splash him in the eyes, laughing.

"I honestly don't understand why you are not running!" He tells me, looking around and then turning back to face me. "If I were you I'd be running as fast as I could!" he gives me a two second head start, and I use the time wisely, ok, maybe not that wisely. I could have streamlined a bit more, instead I decide to flap around and create a lot more resistance so I am really not going anywhere. I can tell he is slowing himself down to drag it out a little more, but my heart is not really in it.

If I am honest, the last thing I want right now is to run away from him. I want his arms around me. Holding me. So this is really moving in the opposite direction to my liking.

Suddenly, I turn around and we – though this was not the desired outcome – smack into each other. How was I supposed to know that he would be crouching down to my height? "Ow, Granger!" he clasps his head with a hand and the shoves one around my waist, pulling me closer and smirking. "You haven't really understood the concept of 'running away', have you?" he pulls my hand off my forehead and touches the bruise gently. He is bloody hard headed!

"Eh." I wave my hand, shrug and then smile, "I don't want to run from you right now."

"Humn?" He smirks, "What do you want to do with me, then?"

I blush under his heated gaze, "I'll race you back to the edge." I tell him, pushing him away with a hand – not that he goes anywhere, but I nearly faint due to the ripples of muscle that clench under my touch – and then trying to sprint back through the water. For once – though I am not sure if he is letting me win – the fact that I am smaller may be working in my advantage. I pull myself out of the water, keeping a firm grip on my shorts while I do so, a second before him. "I win!"

I throw my hands up, thankfully the shorts stay put, and Malfoy grabs me around the waist holding me to his body and dropping us both to the ground.

"Hi." He smiles, his breath runs over my face resulting in a shiver that emanates from deep inside me.

I smile, relishing in the look of lust that burns within his eyes and for once I don't feel like I am not pretty enough to deserve him. I feel beautiful the way I am, because no one could feel ugly under the want fuelled stare that he fixes on me. "Hi," I say, the words just leaving my lips before his meet mine. Catching the words and holding them between us.

"Draco?" His head snaps up, and we both stand – I'm now very aware, standing before his father, that my t-shirt is see-through and we are both soaking wet. Dripping onto the grass while his father stands there in an impeccable suit, holding a snake topped walking stick and supporting a blond haired woman on his arm. Draco's mother and father stare, and we stare back. None of us really knows what to say.

"Hermione Granger." Draco's mother is the first to move, holding out a delicate hand and I move mine to meet it. "I'm Draco's mother, Narcissa Malfoy. It's a pleasure to meet you." I gather from this, that we are ignoring the past and progressing from here. She still has a slight upturn of her nose, but otherwise seems to be taking this in pretty well.

"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Malfoy." I smile, trying to ignore the fact that Draco and I look like two berated teenagers standing here is football shorts and over large t-shirts, while his parents look like the King and Queen. "Mr. Malfoy." I hold my hand out to his father and he shifts his cane to the other hand before moving his to meet mine – gaining much of my respect in the process.

"Mother, Father." Draco looks at each of them, "What are you doing here?"

"With such nice weather, we fancied a walk." His mother smiles, I'm not sure if it meets her eyes or not – the Malfoy family in general seem to have really cold eyes when not over zealously happy. "Unless you are otherwise occupied," His mother glances at me, raising her eyebrows and then turning her attention back on to her son, "We will see you for dinner tonight." With that command, she turns on her heel and marches back across the grounds in the opposite direction from Draco's house – assumedly back towards the Manor.

Draco looks to me, "Sorry about that." He smiles weakly, trying to gauge whether this is a deal breaker. "They try, but sometimes it takes them a little while."

"No, I understand." I smile at him, ripping my eyes away from the Lord and Lady of the Manor as they continue with their quick retreat. "I should be going anyway." I tell him,his grey eyes are far from the harsh look that they usually hold, instead they are a weak silver; beautiful, and it takes me a few seconds to realise that I am staring and that I should probably speak. I lift his hand in mine, and look at the watch on his wrist, it's already four thirty. "I told everyone that I would go to the burrow for dinner, better break the news of my day long absence."

"You don't have to leave just because of my parents." He tells me, imploring with his eyes that I understand their behaviour and that I don't link their reactions to him. "We can have dinner together."

I laugh, sitting down on the ground and tying up the laces of my 'flip flops turned trainers'. "You, my friend, have plans." I remind him, shoving his shoes into his chest and then watching him tie them up gracefully. Everything he does seems to be graceful. I assume it is a grace you are born with, because otherwise I guess I have no excuse for the clumsiness that I behold. "And, so do I."

"Ok." He smiles, pulling on my hand as he tugs me back towards his house.

"I had fun today, Hermione." He smiles, walking me to the floo and handing me a small pot of green powder which I take a handful of.

I look at him, holding my jeans and t-shirt from yesterday in my hands, and dripping all over his floor. "I guess I'll see you Monday." I smile, he leans his head down to kiss me, I press my lips up into his and wrap my hands around his neck.

He pulls his head away, "Let me take you out on a date." He says and I am in the process of saying yes, before I remember this weekend's plans. Plans that involve Sirius and an unborn baby. Plans that shouldn't be broken, even though I'm dying inside to have to say no.

"I can't." I tell him, "I have plans, but next weekend works."

"Next weekend it is then." He says and I nod, pulling him down for one last kiss and then backing away.

Shouting into the flames and dropping the powder, I find myself back in my living room. I sigh, sinking to the ground with a happy smile on my face before I hear footsteps and a cocky, "Where have you been, love?"

"Sirius." I clasp a hand to my chest, looking up and realising that he is sitting on my couch. And also noting that he saw me hold myself and fall to the ground, sighing. "You scared the crap out of me."

"You scared the crap out of me!" He stands, walking towards me and taking in the damp clothes, the – I assume, stupid looking – expression on my face and the way that I can't seem to look anywhere without blushing, like I have some dirty secret that I have to hide. "I came to look for you last night, sat here for ages and you never turned up. Came here again an hour ago and no sign of you!"

"How do you know that I wasn't with a guy?"

He scoffs, waving a hand to dismiss the notion and I flush. Rude. I could get a guy. I did in fact! "This is you we are talking about, Hermione." ERR! RUDE, AGAIN!

I decide to slap him back down, so I raise an eyebrow and turn to him with an over the top hand gesture, "For your information, I was with a guy." I tell him, his eyebrows raise and he gives me a cocky, insinuating smile, "Not in that way, you idiot!" I push him slightly.

"Then in what way, Ms. Granger?" He asks, moving to sit on a stool as I walk into the kitchen. I hand him a glass of wine, God I really need some, I find myself thinking.

"I got some bad news," I tell him, "My parents are getting a divorce." I find myself having to explain the ins and outs of a divorce, because marriage in the magical world is binding forever. There is no need for a divorce.

"You always have me, Hermione." He smiles and says this after I tell him that my father might as well be dead because I have decided that there is no place in my life for such an idiot. Sirius clasps one of my hands in his and holds it between firm fingers.

"You are going to have a baby of your own soon Sirius," I remind him, "You are not going to have any time for me." I laugh and pull my hand away from him.

"I will always have time for you," He looks at me, and I start to laugh. I can't help it. Sirius; wearing a polo shirt and dark jeans and acting like an adult! It's too much. "Hey!"

"Thanks Sirius," I tell him, and I feel like everything is alright with the world now. Something that Draco managed to get rid of for a day, Sirius has banished from my mind with a handful of words. "What did you need me for, anyway?"

"I need your help with something," He tells me, he plays with a line in the wood on the table and looks at me seriously. "I don't think I'm making much progress on the whole baby front, and I was thinking that maybe I should get her something for the baby... to show I'm genuine about changing and about wanting to be a part of my child's life, but I don't know what to get."

"I said I would come with you to see her on Saturday, we can go into Diagon Alley before we see her, and we'll find something," I reassure him, I hate to see anyone this down, but seeing the usually happy, 'nothing will ever faze me' Sirius Black upset, is just too much. "Or better yet, we can take a trip to London, and find something in one of those shops."

"Thanks Hermione."

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