They had all played out in the water (Even Luna, when she could be convinced to head out with them), for hours and hours. Draco was sure that everyone had managed to get sand places it probably wasn't supposed to go. And at least half of them would be nursing radiation burns.

All in all, it had been an awesome day at the beach. Draco supposed he should stop being surprised that the Gryffindors could be "Good Fun" - talk to him again if they managed to be "Smart" most of them didn't seem to have a scrap of wit. Didn't their conversations get boring? Or all Granger-fied, where she was the only one talking because none of the rest could keep up.

Draco had meant to have a simple light dinner, fruit and gazpacho and a baguette, but apparently Gryffindors also ate like tanks. He'd had to call in a house elf just to cope. Potter had glared at him for that, but even Granger seemed to accept that he was trying. It was almost worth the cup of flour that had landed in his hair (he'd had to wash it out later, as the crepes suzette was almost done, and then it was time to eat...)

Daphne had said that he looked even more charming than usual. Typical Daphne, wasn't it? At least she'd stayed relatively quiet - which left the table to Theo's determined grousing (the man was never cheerful. Never), and Granger's excited discourse on the Topic-Of-The-Moment (Unicorns, today, and that was probably Lovegood's fault).

So, the dinner went fine, the dessert went fine. And then Potter had put both of his hands behind his head, and said, "So, this is what having fun on the beach is like. I'd wondered."

And you did not do that, not in a room full of Slytherins - even Lovegood looked like she was waking up and staring curiously at him.

Draco Malfoy wasn't blind. He could easily see that, of all of them, Granger was the one least surprised.

And the worst part?

Potter didn't have any concept of what he'd just done.

[a/n: hehee. Unleash the Slytherin Mob! Please review!]