Snow Storm - D.M , H.G

28. Sex on the beach

When at last they had finished their dinner, Mr and Mrs Granger announced that they were going to head back to their house for some final packing, and Draco, his arm around Hermione as they exited the restaurant, turned to his girlfriend. "Hey, what say we head down to the beach," he suggested. "I'd like to see the stars on this side of the hemisphere." As if he gave a rat's arse about the stars on this side of the hemisphere. He was simply curious to see where it all started, her drug use.

The time spent with Draco and her parents was a nice change, the dinner went great, and she was pretty sure her parents liked Draco. She had been a little worried after her mother had seen the dark mark on Draco's arm, but she seemed to have moved past that. Her parents decided to go to their house and pack up the last of their stuff, and Draco mentioned he wanted to go to the beach.

A smile crossed Hermione's face, and she nodded. "Yeah, let's go to the hotel first so I can change," she suggested. She also wanted to grab a few things for the occasion. She even knew of a secluded spot where they could be alone.

Draco agreed, and apparated them to the hotel suite. "Should I change as well?" he asked. Then again, he was wearing a suit, and not a bathing suit, so he had to assume the answer would be yes. He began to undress, carefully hanging his suit pieces as he dug through his suitcase for something more suitable.

She nodded, "Just something comfortable," she told him, as she got out of the fancy dinner dress she had been wearing, and changed into one of her other sun dresses, since he had said he liked them on her. She grabbed a bag, throwing the extra sheet in it to lay it out on the sand. Once she was ready, she went over to Draco. "You ready?" She asked him.

Draco changed into the only pair of shorts he'd brought with him to school, as well as a linen button-up, which he put over a white tank top. The shirt left unbuttoned, and the sleeves rolled up, Draco slipped into a pair of loafers. "How's this?" he asked her opinion. He hadn't been to the beach since he was a child.

She looked him over and smiled. "Looks good," she told him, leaning up to kiss him. "We should go. I don't want to be there too late," she told him. The spot she planned to take him was sometimes occupied later in the evening, and she wanted time alone with him.

Draco took her hands in his. "Would you like to do the honors?" he suggested, since she knew the location. Thankfully this muggle community didn't have those pesky wards preventing apparation.

Hermione smiled, and apparated them to the beach. She looked around, and saw no one close by, and since she had taken them straight to the private spot she'd had in mind, they wouldn't have to worry about anyone seeing them. She pulled the sheet out of her bag, dropping the bag in the sand, and opened it up. "Here, help me lay this out," she suggested, holding on to two corners of the sheet.

When they landed in the sand, Draco took a look around. What he was looking for was unclear, but he was driven to take in his surroundings as thoroughly as possible. When she asked for his help with the sheet, Draco turned and other end, combating the breeze slightly as he helped her lower the light piece to the ground. He toed off his shoes and laid back on the sheet, propped up on his elbows so that he could watch the crashing tide from a distance. "So, is this where you used to hang out?" he asked her casually. Her guard was down, and he wondered what information he'd get out of her this time.

Hermione slipped her sandals off, using them to hold down two corners of the sheet, before getting comfortable next to him. "Yeah, it used to be used as the local drug users spot, it's not really visible from the rest of the beach because of the trees, but you can still see the water," she told him.

Draco nodded, turning to give Hermione a smirk. "So this is where you used to come to get fucked up," he teased her, since she'd made it sound like she wasn't one of those drug users.