Malfoy's gift to be so unconcerned about the situations made Hermione mad. He'd stand there, hinting that he'd seen things she carried in her bag, taking off his shirt on purpose, and purposefully reminding her of when he'd seen her coming out of the shower. And the worst part: he didn't seem to be ten percent as bothered as she was by all this.

That morning, Hermione was going out for breakfast. She didn't know exactly where to find a place to eat, but she went out anyway, wanting to find some nice establishment.

The first place that attracted her was a small hall with few people. She liked places like this, and hoped she would enjoy the food served there, as well.

There was only one attendant, a short man with a moustache, and it didn't take long for him to present her the menu. She asked him to choose the dish for her, wanting to feel the culture of the place as much as possible. He understood her English without much difficulty, for which she was internally grateful, and gave him a friendly smile.

Before he returned, however, someone else appeared. Malfoy didn't look like he was going to go in there, he was just passing through, and he didn't even look inside, for which she was also grateful. She was counting herself on a lucky day when he came back a few seconds later and walked inside.

Hermione took a deep breath. Malfoy addressed her, and waved his hand as he sat in the chair opposite her, smiling.

Honestly, what was his problem? He smiled and waved as if they were lifelong friends. She remained serious, but frowned as if wondering what he was doing, or if he had finally gone mad.

"Hi," he said, innocently.

"Hi" she replied slowly, she felt like she was stepping into a minefield. He wasn't there by courtesy "what do you want?"

"I decided to eat out today" he replied "I passed by, and what a coincidence, you came here too!".

"The deceit and pretence were so, so apparent in his voice, both in the friendly tone and in the words themselves, that Hermione felt like laughing. But she didn't.

"What do you want, Malfoy?"

"I think, counting this one, you've asked me that three times since yesterday."

"At the same time, the attendant returned, bringing with him a tray with some things.

"Chicken omelette, chocolate pancake, and tea," he pointed out before she could ask anything.

"Thank you" she took the tray with a smile.

"And you, sir?" the attendant quickly provided Malfoy with a menu, and Hermione rolled her eyes.

"I'll have the same as her, please.

Please? Hermione raised an eyebrow. What had she lost? Was she in an alternate world? As soon as the old man left, he returned to the previous subject.

"As I was saying, Granger, you are very interested in knowing what I want."

...

Draco had seen Granger leave the house. He almost always saw her leaving, and on this particular morning, he decided to go after her, not stopping long to think about it.

The truth is, he couldn't stop thinking about her for some reason. She was supposed to be an insignificant part of his ride, he shouldn't even remember she was there, but it definitely wasn't like this.

Seeing her all embarrassed in a robe, answering her at the door twice, all annoyed, seeing how uncomfortable she was when she caught him shirtless, and still being aware that she carried a little erotic book in her purse, that just didn't get out of his head.

He lost sight of her, but he knew she had gotten in there somewhere. He passed by a place so small and insignificant compared to neighbouring establishments, he didn't even notice it. But seeing that Granger wasn't in any of the others nearby, he decided to go back, and there she was.

Seeing her confused face when he arrived all smiles was priceless. And even more so when he said his first "hi".

She still hadn't responded to his insinuation of wanting to know "what does he want", as she'd been asking that too much. She seemed to think about the answer.

Putting herself together, she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, straightened her posture and moistened her lips all at the same time, then spoke, after a second pause:

"I happened to come all the way to Georgia to take a vacation and have fun" she used her hands to punctuate the next words very seriously "another country. I'm literally in another country, Malfoy, six thousand seven hundred and seventy kilometres from where we live, and you're right here too, and you won't leave me alone."

Draco let out a small smile.

"Did you really count the kilometres?"

She snorted.

"I didn't, of course. There are other ways to find out."

He decided to change the subject.

"Okay. But it turns out, Granger, the only thing I've done so far is to leave my window open. And you, for some reason, are so bothered by that."

"I don't mind-" Her sentence was cut short by the attendant, who arrived with Draco's tray.

"Go on," he said, once the old man had left, "you don't mind, but you still had to come to my house twice."

"Look, Malfoy, I don't mind you leaving your window open, you have that right. But I offered you divisions, it would work, but you didn't accept."

He let out a weak chuckle.

"Were you really serious when you said that thing about divisions?"

"Of course" she blinked quickly "did you think I was joking?"

"No" he said, already starting to eat the chocolate pancake "I would never think of something like that".

"And what are you doing here anyway?"

"In Georgia? I came to unwind, just like you-".

"Not in Georgia, Malfoy" she was so easily snapped "here in this establishment".

"I came to eat, I told you."

Granger watched him for a few seconds and didn't say anything else, finally starting to eat, too. She started with the omelette.

Hermione knew it wasn't at all Malfoy's style of having breakfast in a place like this. It was her style, after all. And if it was her style, then certainly wasn't his. That was obvious, wasn't it?

He was acting as if nothing had ever happened between the two of them. No fighting, no cursing, no war in which they fought on opposing sides. He was clearly enjoying this teasing game. He had always been like that, after all. Maybe he'd just changed the way he teased.

She shook her head, lost in her own thoughts about him. That omelette was truly divine, but again the voice of the man in front of her made her sigh in disgust.

"What are you thinking about?".

She looked at him, wondering if he really thought he was intimate enough to ask that kind of question, in that natural way. Did he really think so?

She did not answer.

"You must be thinking of something not very pleasant, from the look on your face," he tried.

"Right" Hermione smiled "I was thinking of you."

It was Draco's turn to smile.

"Me?" he didn't expect that statement, as ironic as it was "hmm".

"What could be more unpleasant than you?"

She was sharp. For a moment, Draco wondered if he really knew why the hell he was even there. Why had he followed this woman, why was he talking to her. He didn't even like her.

But now, she somehow attracted him. Not that Granger was beautiful, or had the best body he'd ever seen, or that she was the best company. Far from it. She was still the same as always. But watching as she lifted her cup of tea to her mouth, he no longer doubted that what she felt was attraction.

For the first time, he saw her as a woman, as someone who might be interesting to have in his bed, or this bed in Georgia in a house that didn't even belong to him. He had never looked at her that way.

He thought about it. What if Granger had good sex? What if she was pretty under her clothes? He tried not to let his thoughts show as he finished eating the pancake. He wasn't even paying attention to the taste, though. What if she kissed well? She wasn't ugly, and she'd also dated before. Perhaps it was possible.

Suddenly, then, the malicious part of his mind was activated, and he began to notice discreetly the way she ate. She ran her tongue over her lower lip in a restrained way as she prepared to take another bite, and that was wanted her. Okay, that would be kind of impossible to get, but he wanted it anyway. He cleared her throat, while without drawing any attention to the act, straightened up his pants.

"So what exactly were you thinking about me?"

Granger looked at him, probably wondering if she should respond.

"How weird you are," he finally admitted, lowering her head again.

"And may I know why?"

She gestured vaguely around.

"You're having breakfast here," she said.

"And?".

"With me," she added, "and it was your choice".

Draco smiled. Granger continued:

"And you haven't cursed or offended me since you arrived."

"And?" he teased some more.

"Besides not offending me, you're being nice, and trying to talk to me" she seemed to think for a second "you know I don't have anything to offer you, don't you? I don't have intimate contacts with wealthy wizarding families..."

He let out a laugh, which made her continue:

"And on top of that, you're in a very good mood. Are you planning to kill me, Malfoy? I'm great at dueling, in case you want to know."

He laughed some more before speaking.

"Just because I've never been nice to you, and the people you hang out with, it doesn't mean I can't be nice."

"Yeah" she nodded affirmatively "but like you said, not with me".

Draco had forgotten that there was still food on his plate. He remembered this fact when Granger took another sip of her tea. She pushed her hair back as soon as she set the cup back on the table, and he wondered how the hell she'd become so attractive.

Involuntarily, he remembered the image of her in the pink robe, and took a deep breath.

"Until we're on vacation together," he said.

Had he said "together"?

"We're not on vacation together" she tried to correct "I came to take a vacation here, and unfortunately, you came too"

Malfoy shrugged, as if to say it doesn't matter.

"I'm being nice to you now," he said, "that's what counts, isn't it? Or are you one of those people who cling to first impressions forever?"

Hermione narrowed her eyes uncertainly and scratched her head in a sign of impatience.

"I don't know, Malfoy, you look really weird like I said" she looked around "really, are you going to do something to me? Kidnap me, maybe?"

"Do you think that if I would do it, I would tell you?"

Her eyes widened, which made him laugh, clearly amused at her confusion. Hermione immediately relaxed in her chair.

"I'm not afraid of you," she said, "if you're planning something against me, you can try, and then we'll see if you can."

"Stop being such an idiot, I'm not planning anything against you."

Now, he was back to normal. She didn't feel the need to say anything more. She felt calmer.

Neither of them said anything else for the rest of the meal. They finished eating almost at the same time, Malfoy didn't even touch his tea. They paid the bill and left.

It was an awkward moment. They left the place together, but in a weird way, uncomfortable for walking side by side. The time to go through the door was the funniest: an infinite wait for who would go first, until they heard a chuckle from the attendant, and Hermione, dying of embarrassment, almost ran pas it.

Malfoy was smiling, amused. This irritated her deeply. Aside from acting like Mr. Chivalry, which obviously had nothing to do with him, he also found it funny when she got embarrassed.

A total idiot, if he thought she would believe in his kindness.