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A/N: Hey everyone! So I started this story in reponse to my writers block for the sequal to Dear Jane. Hope you like this!



“Draco, it’s absurdly hot.” Pansy Parkinson moaned without opening her eyes.

 

“I thought you were the one who wanted to come here to sun bathe P.” replied Cecilia Loff, a fellow Slytherin.

 

“Suffice it to say, I wanted a tan, not to be roasted.” Pansy still persisted.

 

“You certainly aren’t making any efforts to get yourself off the barge though.” Draco Malfoy commented.

 

“I for one want to leave. I’m sick of this heat. It’s getting to everyone’s heads. No wonder all the professors have everyone’s timetables screwed up. They can’t think straight in this smoldering weather.” Blaise Zabini noted.

 

It was supposed to be the first day back at Hogwarts. The students were in their seventh and final year at Hogwarts. However, to everyone’s great excitement, summer didn’t end as quickly as they thought. Upon return the students were informed that their timetables had serious problems with them. Everyone’s classes were sorted out of place, and those who were not affected only made a small amount; too small to actually hold a class. So the professors did the only thing they sought best fit, they cancelled all classes on the first day.

 

No one was complaining about this. Draco Malfoy and his usual Slytherin clique made their way down to the lake. This spot at the edge of the lake is where they would always hang out. It was relaxing because they all thoroughly enjoyed each other’s company. Most importantly it took them away from any unwanted encounters with those of other houses.

 

“So are we leaving or do you still want to soak up more sun Pansy?” Cecilia asked curtly. Cecilia Loff was a beautiful girl.

 

She was tall and slender. Her skin was already a deep caramel tone, unlike Pansy’s fair skin. She had long auburn hair that rested perfectly on her breast. Many boys in Hogwarts lusted after her, but Cecilia was very picky. She dated both Blaise and Draco, much to Pansy’s disliking. But what the boys really lusted after wasn’t just her pretty face, but her gorgeous blue eyes. Her eyes were the shade of a deep navy.

 

 Much like the deep navy blue eyes of Blaise Zabini. He had skin of a god that was a warm olive shade. It was almost as tan as Cecilia’s. His hair was the same dark shade as Pansy’s. He had messy locks upon his head that perfectly rested right above his eyes. Blaise was what we girls love to call: tall, dark, and handsome. Quidditch certainly took its toll on his body. His body was tough, toned, and completely filled out. His shoulders were broad and his torso stiff. He had a smile that positively radiated an entire room, and was intoxicatingly charming.

 

Girls fawned over him, almost as much as they did for Draco. Perhaps even more so for Blaise because as arrogant and cocky as he was, he didn’t waste his energy on always trying to one-up everyone around him. He had a quiet confidence, which he was content with. However, no one ever doubted Blaise for a moment, and many still feared him, almost as much as Draco. After all, you cannot be best friends with Draco Malfoy without having some intimidation.

 

Oh Draco, Draco, Draco. He confidently can title himself the single most wanted boy in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Every girl lusted after Draco. They all could deny it as much as they liked, but everyone knew that deep down, if Draco asked them for a little snog, they would most willingly oblige. After all, it’s not everyday that the Slytherin Prince seeks treasures outside of his lair. Draco, unlike Blaise, had magnificent golden locks upon his head. They always fell down to greet his icy steel eyes. The same piercing eyes that could render any girl. Much like Blaise, Draco being the Slytherin team’s seeker aided his already near perfect body. He was just as tall as Blaise, and just as tough and stiff. Finally, who could forget his smirk? The signature Draco Malfoy smirk. That one small facial gesture could have you begging for more, or have you wanting to hex him into oblivion. Either way, the entire Draco package could not be ignored, no matter who you were, or what house you came from.

 

“I suppose we should go. I’m in a mood for a cold shower. Care to join me Draco?” Pansy asked jokingly.

 

Pansy wasn’t exactly the most beautiful girl, and she certainly was no Cecilia. Yet, she wasn’t completely discarded into the rubbish pile. Pansy was a classic beauty, with fair porcelain skin, and jet black hair. Her plush hair landed just above her shoulders, and had its own flip at the ends, but overall it was straight. Her eyes were a majestic emerald green. She wasn’t very tall, but she was petite. Everyone knows she and Draco have been on and off for as long as they can remember. Many believe Draco only keeps her around for when he wants something. It’s not that Draco doesn’t care for her, it’s just that he doesn’t know what he wants at the moment.

 

“Perhaps, that is if you behave.” Draco replied idly, as he made his way to his feet. He and Blaise were both resting against a large tree, as the girls were floating carelessly on a wooden barge in the lake.

 

“Let’s please get some lunch. I’m starving.” Blaise said stretching his arms above his head.

 

Both girls made their way to the edge of the lake, as Draco flicked his wand to bring them ashore. As the four began gathering their belongings just above the hill two bodies could be seen walking down towards the lake.

 

“Thanks for coming with me Hermione.”Neville said.

 

“Oh of course Neville, anytime. Besides escorting you is a lot more vivid than watching Ron and Harry yell at each other while playing wizard’s chess.” Hermione finished looking up from the book she was reading.

 

“Who is that down there?” Neville asked as he squinted his eyes at the four small figures below them.

 

“I don’t know.” Hermione responded returning to her book.

 

“Do you think we should go back?” Neville retreated.

 

“They’ll learn to share. Besides, I suppose I could abuse my Head Girl privileges just this once.” Hermione smirked.

 

“Blaise.” Cecilia asked as Pansy wrapped her arms around Draco, looming in for a kiss.

 

“Yes?” Blaise responded bored.

 

“Who is that?” Cecilia pointed, as all four body turned around to look up the hill.

 

“I don’t know. She doesn’t look familiar.” Draco responded ignoring Pansy’s pleads to kiss him.

 

“Wait a minute, isn’t that… Granger?” Pansy snorted.

 

“Well this is going to be interesting.” Draco smirked.

 

Hermione and Neville made their way down to the lake. Hermione still was unaware of her surrounds as she was completely consumed in her book. Neville on the other hand was fidgeting slightly at the sight of the four Slytherins.

 

“Well look who it is.” Draco smirked. Hermione finally took her face out of her book to face everyone. The wind was blowing gently, but was enough to make Hermione’s hair flow everywhere.

 

As Hermione lifted her face, everyone stood there agape. It wasn’t that they were necessarily attracted to her, but oh how she changed over the summer. Hermione’s once bushy hair, was actually tamed now, and a lot silkier. Nevertheless her burning locks of auburn hair remained. Her skin was the same tint as Cecilia’s. She barely grew much over the summer, but she was more slender than before, and filled her curves wonderfully. But above all, she still had her captivating honey soaked eyes.

 

“What happened to you Granger?” Pansy let out. Hermione merely narrowed her eyes, but ignored her.

 

“If you are done, then I suggest we be on our way Neville.” Hermione sighed as she took Neville’s hand and began leading him towards the edge of the lake.

 

“Not so fast Granger. Let me have a good look at you.” Draco smirked. Pansy looked as though she was slapped across the face.

 

“Let’s leave Draco.” Pansy implored. There was no way she would watch Draco muse Hermione.

 

“Oh, I’m only being friendly Pansy. You know Granger, you don’t look that bad this year. Perhaps you might even be able to….”

 

“You’re foul you know that?” Hermione interrupted before Draco could continue his sentence.

 

“Come on Hermione, it’s only Malfoy. He’s not worth the breath.” Neville replied from behind her.

 

“Oh shut up Longbottom.” Cecilia sniggered.

 

“Honestly, look at her Blaise. Don’t you agree with me?” Draco patronized.

 

Hermione diverted her eyes towards Blaise only to see his eyes were already fixed onto her. He had a face of stone on, and she couldn’t determine whether he agreed, disagreed, or simply didn’t care for the matter at all. She quickly looked away, but she could feel his eyes burning into her skin.

 

“Quite frankly, I don’t care. I’m hungry, so if you want to continue this, then I’ll see you guys in the Great Hall.” Blaise replied with an extreme hint of boredom.

 

“Uh, come on Pansy. We should go get changed.” Cecilia replied looping arms with Pansy as they followed behind Blaise.

 

“He’s such a mood killer. Until next time Granger.” Draco winked, and then turned on his heel and ran up to the girls.

 

“He’s a git Hermione, don’t bother thinking about it.” Neville offered.

 

“Already forgotten.” Hermione turned to face him, as she smiled.

 

“I’m going to just rest under the tree if you don’t mind?” Hermione asked.

 

“Yeah that’s fine.” Neville smiled.

 

Yet Hermione couldn’t quite shake this encounter as quickly as she would have liked. Was Malfoy actually flirting with her? No, he was only being a prick, that’s all. Hermione reassured herself that before Malfoy would even think of making a move on her, Pansy would attempt to hex her into madness. With that thought she let out a chuckle. It was always amusing to watch Pansy’s infuriating jealousy when it came to Malfoy. Hermione merely rolled her eyes and let out a small sigh. She rested her head against the large tree trunk, as she closed her eyes and listened to the peaceful sounds of the water, the squishing of Neville’s boots, and the warm summer breeze.

 

Then, as if it had meant to creep up on Hermione, piercing deep blue eyes awakened her. She quickly opened her eyes, but there was no one there. She only saw Neville observing some strange looking plant in the water. Hermione swallowed hard, as she tried to put those eyes to rest, but they continued to come up again. It was nothing. Blaise was only looking at her because there was no one else to look at, and because Draco asked him to. That’s all.

 

“Hey Neville, I’m actually feeling a little famished. Would you mind terribly if I went up and got something to eat?” Hermione asked getting up.

 

“Oh, no it’s alright. I’ll come back in a few minutes.” Neville replied, waving good bye.

 

Hermione walked up the steep hill, and made her way to the Grand Hall, where lunch was currently being served. As she walked in, she tried her hardest not to glance across the room to the Slytherin table. She walked briskly down the hall to find Ginny Weasley sitting next to Dean Thomas.

 

“Hi guys. Do you mind if I join you?” Hermione asked seating herself across from them.

 

“No not at all.” Ginny beamed. “How are you?”

 

“Could be better, but I’m alright. Have you seen Ron or Harry?” Hermione asked because she noted their absence, and it was not like Ron to skip a meal.

 

“They should be here soon. I think Harry was saying something about booking the Quidditch pitch before any other team got the opportunity.” Ginny replied.

 

“I’m sorry girls, but Seamus is expecting to see me. He has something he wants to talk about. I’ll catch up with you later Ginny.” Dean smiled as he casually kissed her cheek.

 

Hermione smiled widely at this. She could sense the awkwardness between Ginny and Dean.

 

“So I thought you were broken up? Was I mistaken Ginerva?” Hermione teased.

 

“Yes we are broken up, and don’t call me Ginerva! You know how that annoys me to no end. It’s just, he’s so nice! I can’t possibly find the opportune moment to tell him I don’t have feelings for him anymore.” Ginny conclude. Hermione broke out into a beautiful laughter, and Ginny looked horrid.

 

“Don’t laugh at me!” Ginny said outraged. Hermione only continued to mock her good friend, when she accidentally glanced over to the Slytherin table to see Blaise’s blank stare searching her. She immediately stopped, and shifted uncomfortably.

 

“What’s wrong?” Ginny asked. Nothing got past her.

 

“Oh, um, no it’s nothing. I just remembered that… I um, that I left Neville by himself at the lake. I should perhaps go check up on him.” Hermione replied pathetically.

 

“Hermione I’m no Ron, I know when something’s up.” Ginny teased.

 

However, before Hermione could spit out another lame excuse, Ron and Harry found their way to the girls.

 

“This seasons going to be bloody brilliant you know that?” Ron said with jubilance.

 

“And why is that?” Hermione asked, desperate to leave the conversation between her and Ginny.

 

“Because we have the best team assembled. Not to mention a bunch of practices already prescheduled. We’re ahead of our game.” Harry smiled.

 

“Good, because I swear if we loose to Slytherin…” Ginny began, but Hermione took that moment to completely tune herself out of the conversation.

 

She hesitantly glanced over to the Slytherin table to see an empty seat where Blaise once sat, and now another set of piercing eyes were gracing her with their presence. She could see Draco’s face, not quite as plain as Blaise’s, but still undecipherable. She didn’t know what was going on in the world of the Slytherins. Last year they wouldn’t give her the time of day, and now the two most desirable boys in the entire school could not stop checking her out? Hermione let out a small sigh.

 

“What’s wrong with you?” Ron asked taking a bit out of his sandwich.

“Me? Oh no nothing. I guess it’s just odd you know, being here at Hogwarts without actually starting lessons. I’m just a little anxious that’s all.” Hermione replied sincerely.

 

“Of course only you would be disappointed that we couldn’t start getting homework and enduring long classes Hermione.” Ron retorted.

 

“Yes, well you know me. Anyway, I need to go. I have to finish unpacking in the Head’s Quarters. Can you believe Draco made Head Boy?” Hermione finished.

 

“As large of a git as he may be, he is very intelligent.” Ginny stated.

 

“Yes I suppose so. I’m just glad we don’t have to share a room or anything. Anyway, I’ll catch you guys later. Maybe go down to see Hagrid?” Hermione offered as she got up off her seat.

 

“Yeah that would be great. We’ll meet you outside your room around six.” Harry replied.

 

Hermione just nodded and began walking out of the Great Hall. She tried her hardest, but she couldn’t resist and took one last quick look at the Slytherin’s table. Blaise was still absent, Cecilia was absently chatting to another Slytherin, and Draco’s eyes were still following her. She caught sight of Pansy trying to regain Draco’s attention only to follow her eyes and meet Hermione. Pansy looked absolutely outraged, and Hermione quickened her pace out of the Hall.

 

“Draco! I’ve been trying to get your attention, and the entire time you were ignoring me for Granger?” Pansy yelled.

 

“Pansy, calm down. I wasn’t ignoring you. What am I supposed to do huh? You want me to pin you right here on the table for the entire school to see? Is that what you want me to do?” Draco finished in a flush.

 

“Draco I…”

 

“Whatever, I’ll see you tonight. I still need to settle into my room.” Draco finished.

 

“Draco wait.” Pansy began before Draco could get off his seat.

 

She fingered the silver badge upon Draco’s chest. It gleamed the words: HEAD BOY. The small badge was lustrous, and had emeralds encrusted into it, with a snake slithering its way around the crest.

 

“Can I visit you tonight?” She asked quietly.

 

“Yes.” Draco replied and roughly dragged himself away from Pansy.

 

Hermione was making her way down a rather crowded corridor. Just as she was about to turn a corner, she was rudely shoved by someone causing her to drop her books.

 

“Bloody hell!” Hermione bellowed, as she kneeled down to pick up her books.

 

“I didn’t think you were one for swears Granger.” A deep, husky voice responded. Hermione looked up to see who the voice belonged to.

 

“I usually don’t, it’s just that…” but she stopped half way as she realized who it was.

 

“It’s just that what?” Blaise asked, with a cocked eyebrow. Hermione was completely flabbergasted as she looked up at him, hair thrown across her face, and cheeks flushed with blood.

 

“It just slips out sometimes.” Hermione breathed out. Blaise just stood there in all his beauty with his back against the stone wall.

 

“That’s unfortunate. Did you ever notice how your face glows when you get mad?” Blaise inquired. He could sense the discomfort Hermione was feeling. She instantly grew hot, and could only imagine how flushed her cheeks were.

 

“Or how easily you embarrass?” Blaise smirked.

 

“I have to go.” Hermione replied quietly, trying to smile but failing to do so miserably. She looked at Blaise and tried her hardest to read his expression. He simply looked at her with those eyes. Hermione shifted her weight awkwardly trying not to stare at him too long.

 

“I’ll see you around Granger.” Blaise said abruptly, and washed himself into the crowd.

 

But before Hermione could even calculate what was happening, she heard yet another familiar voice beckoning her from behind.

 

“Lost are you Granger?” Draco smirked. Hermione breathed out, rolling her eyes.

 

“And here I thought you were looking for me.” Draco continued.

 

“Can you do anything other than flatter yourself Malfoy? Or is it because no one else will?” Hermione replied completely uninterested in the conversation.

 

“Don’t pretend Granger, I saw the way you were looking at me in the Great Hall.” Draco winked, edging closer to Hermione.

 

“What are you talking about? You were the one who was looking at me!” Hermione retorted.

 

“So you admit it, you were looking at me?” Draco smirked once again, continuing to close the distance between them, daring to get closer to Hermione’s face.

 

“I happened to accidentally glance in your general direction. Besides, if I were to look at the Slytherin table, it wouldn’t be for you.” Hermione replied, surprised by her odd confession.

 

“Oh come on Head Girl, if you weren’t checking me out, who could you possibly be looking at? You know what I think Granger?” Draco asked, walking back a little to circle Hermione.

 

“What is that?” Hermione asked with spite.

“I think that you and I are going to become very, very close this year. And you know what else I think? I think you secretly are going to enjoy every moment you spend with me, because I can see it in your eyes. I know what you’re thinking, and I know what you lust after. It’s the same for every girl. And I doubt Weaselbe or Saint Potter could possibly please you.” Draco finished looking quite pleased with himself.

 

“Don’t be so sure of yourself Malfoy, you never know when Pansy will come creeping up on you.” Hermione smirked back at him, as she walked into the crowd.

 

Did Granger just bloody flirt with me? Draco felt an odd feeling, but before he could think on it, he spotted what she meant. A few feet down the corridor he could see Pansy and Cecilia making their way to his direction. Realizing how much he didn’t want to deal with either of them, Draco dashed into another corridor and headed to his Head’s room.

 

“Did you just see that?” Cecilia questioned eyeing the spot where Draco once stood.

 

“See what?” Pansy asked.

 

“Draco and Granger? He was all over her?”

 

“It must have been someone else. Draco wouldn’t do that. He may not have wanted me during lunch, but he certainly wouldn’t lower himself for Granger.”

 

“Are you sure about that? As I recall, he did leave the hall after Granger left.” Cecilia finished facing Pansy.

 

“Ha, Draco wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t. Now let’s not talk about things that clearly aren’t possible.” Pansy finished gawking at a first year, and already abusing her Prefect advantages.

 

*





 

Hermione finally settled herself into bed. Her Head Girl dorm was located in the Gryffindor common room, but it was hidden behind another portrait, to the left outside of the girl’s dormitories. She lay awake thinking of her classes tomorrow. But her thoughts quickly drifted away to Draco Malfoy. He was not completely nasty to her. Quite contrary, he actually was flirting with her. Perhaps this is part of a joke, a dare. Hermione deciding she wouldn’t let Malfoy get under her skin closed her eyes and soon fell asleep.



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