Author's note: Hi and welcome back lovelies. This chapter we get a better feel as to what's actually going on. I know i've been giving you sweet fluffy beach vibes, but i promised a BIG plot twist didn't i?

Xoxo

Catstclaire

Year 15

"What are we reading this summer?" Hermione asked lazily weaving together a crown of cosmos and lavender. Her feet were resting in Draco's lap, and she hadn't protested when Draco began idly moving his fingertips against her shins.

"Wuthering heights." He told her. Draco had searched and searched over his school year for a book he thought might somehow encompass the love he felt for Hermione, and he hoped perhaps wuthering heights might finally be the winner.

Frankenstein had been to horrific. Great Gatsby had been to tragic. Pride and prejudice to pedantic.

'He's more myself than i am. Whatever our souls are made of his and mine are the same.' Draco read to Hermione, and he let his hand trail up to her head where he pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He was testing the waters.

At the start of the summer he saw the way she looked at him when he stepped off Gran's porch. It wasn't the look someone gave a 'kid.' It was the look a girl gave when she wanted something. Someone.

When Hermione sighed he closed the book. He leaned over and held her chin between 2 fingers and when her eyes fluttered open he let his eyes stray down to her lips. Permission, he was asking her if he could. Then she closed the distance between them. Her lips were icy at first, but the sun was setting and the dress she always wore couldn't be all that warm he rationalized.

He let himself move on instinct. He positioned himself on top of her careful to keep his weight off her with his arms. He kissed her again and again. Then her tongue flicked out at his bottom lip, and Draco felt his eyes as they rolled back in his head. There was that heat blooming inside him again. Desire. Raw, and powerful desire.

She spread her legs so they sat up on his hips, and one of her tiny hands cupped his jaw. His fingertips searched for purchase among the flowers they were lying in. Her mouth opened inviting him in, and their tongues slid together and it was heaven. Her dress came loose at her chest and it was driving Draco wild. He needed more. After all of these summers dancing around each other. After all the time Draco spent hoping to catch up to her, and he finally he had. She finally saw him as someone dateable, someone who wasn't a 'Kid.'

Then Draco pulled back when his fingers touched something in the dirt. He scooped it up with bits of dirt falling onto Hermione's dress. It was her pendant. The one he remembered her wearing all those years ago when they first met.

"Did you lose this?" He smiled and presented it to her.

She had a look of happiness briefly and then it turned into deep longing. Like how someone looked back at a photo of themselves from childhood. She was longing to go back to something.

"Thanks." She brushed her lips against his chastely. "You keep it."

"Are you sure-"

Then Draco could hear his Gran's voice calling him in the distance. Hermione looked that way. "You should head home it'll be dark soon."

"Come on we'll walk back together." He pocketed the necklace.

"Not yet. I'll be along shortly."

Gran called his name again.

"Okay if you're sure." He smiled at her. "I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning right?"

"Yeah." She had that far away look in her eyes. "Tomorrow."

Draco didn't even care that she had told him no to the concert again for the summer. She had let him kiss her and that was better than a million concerts in his mind.

When he made it to Gran's porch she looked angry.

"I told you not to go to those flowers again, didn't i?" She had her lips pursed and pinched in a way that Draco remembered his own father only doing when he lost all patience.

"Sorry Gran, i'm really not afraid of snakes i actually like them so-"

"I didn't tell you to stay away from there because of the snakes, boy." She put a hand over her face. "A girl died in that wildflower field a few years back. People say it's haunted."

Oh. A chill ran down his spine.

"I don't believe in ghosts. Gran."

"You should boy." She warned. "You really should."

Draco took off yet another flower crown and added it to the picket fence of past summers treasure. Gran looked sad but he didn't know why.

"Don't go back there, please?"

"Sure. Gran." He and Hermione could find a million more things to do together anyways, and maybe even next summer she'd finally agree to go to the concert.

By summer's end, Draco had found wuthering heights was added to the list of books that didn't measure up to the feelings he had for Hermione.

He swore to find the perfect story someday...