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It was none other than Draco Malfoy himself.

For once, you didn’t want to go on vacation—even if it was free.

According to Harry, Draco convinced his mother and father to have the coastal house for the summer for a small get-together with him and the sacred Golden Trio. Of course, the simple invitation for Harry meant you were also invited to the manor—not that you or Draco wanted it that way.

If you did have it your way, you would already be knee deep in studying for your last year at Hogwarts. Instead, you were stuck going on vacation with Draco Malfoy while your books wasted away in your bedroom.

“You can’t make me go.” You speak through your teeth as you attempt to stand your ground by the bottom of the staircase, stumbling over yourself as Harry shoved you into the living room.

“It’s only one month.” Harry retorted and waved bye to his parents, grabbing both your trunk and his. He stepped into the fireplace, a lopsided grin on his face. “Besides, you need to be friendly with Draco—“

“Over my dead body.” You cut him off with a scoff and look over at your parents with your hands clasped together in one final attempt. If anyone could get you out of this mess, it was your father. “Don’t make me go, dad. Malfoy will make my life a living hell.”

Lily stared at you in amusement. You really despised the poor boy with all your heart. If anything, you reminded her of herself before she got with James—

Oh.

She looked at James with wide eyes, trying to shake her head but ultimately needing to cut him off completely.

Lily instantly knew what would become of you and Draco. She was the living proof of it. Although you claim to dislike him now, Lily believed that somewhere down the line, you were going to fall for him—hard. And Draco was going to fall for you much harder.

James hesitated before sighing, running his fingers through his curls in an attempt to ease the rising tension. “I mean, if you really don’t want to go—“

“James!” Lily grabbed his arm and smiled prettily at him, hoping he would understand. He made an ‘o’ shape with his mouth and nodded, letting her reason with you instead. “Hermione and Ron are also going, you won’t be stuck with your brother and Draco all day.”

You groan and stare at your brother with a murderous gaze, rolling your eyes when he winked and used the floo powder to get to the coastal house. Harry was on your very last nerve.

“Mum, please.” You pleaded one last time before she shoved the powder into your hands, sending you a pointed look. One that said 'behave or get grounded.' Huffing, you grudgingly enter the fireplace. “I’m just letting you know, you’re sending your favorite child to death.”

James creased his brows, “Now hang on—“

“Malfoy Coastal Manor!”

It had been two weeks since you arrived at the manor—two weeks of you and Draco fighting non-stop like children who didn't get their way. Everyday felt like a never-ending argument, each day riddled with arguments about the smallest things.

One moment, it could be the way you breathed and the next, it would be the way he looked at you.

Truly, it was exasperating for everyone else to see the two of you argue every second. Harry and Hermione tried to get the two of you to be civil, but it didn’t help the problem. Not when Ron kept egging the both of you during peaceful moments.

The only time you weren’t throwing insults to each other was when Draco took you all down to the private beach.

If you were going to stay at the Malfoy’s Coastal Manor for a month and endure the platinum blonde himself, you told Harry you specifically needed to go to the beach twice a week. Luckily, it didn’t take much convincing when you held him at wand point.

And Godric did you love those days. It just so happened that today was one of them.

You sat on an emerald, green towel with the Malfoy stamp, leaning back on your arms to catch the sun’s rays. And from the corner of your eyes, you caught Ron and Hermione splash one another in the water while Harry was wandering the edges of the ocean, supposedly collecting shells for Ginny when they met up later this summer.

You sighed quietly—you were surrounded by actions of love.

And Draco? Well, you really had no clue what he was up to at all.

He had been quiet all day, laying on the towel beside you with a book perched in front of him. He hadn't flipped the page in ages and curiosity was getting to you. Especially when his face was twisted in one of thought, his grey eyes staring at the book like it held the secrets of the universe.

Against your better judgement, curiosity took over. Besides, Harry did say you had to be friendly with Draco.

“What—“ You hesitate for a second before sighing, scrubbing your face in vexation. “What’s wrong?”

Draco looked up at you in surprise, blinking at the sound of your voice. “I’m sorry?”

You purse your lips and reel back any snarky comments, adjusting your sunglasses to hide an incoming eyeroll. “What’s wrong, Malfoy? You’ve been in the same spot of your book for the past—" You check your none existent watch out of habit, "—ten minutes.”

He creased his brows in confusion before shaking his head, thinking you were just coming after him again. “It’s nothing, Potter. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

“I’m sorry for asking.” You mutter and sit up properly, looking off in the distance.

After a painstaking silence, you huff and stand from your towel, dusting off the sand sticking to your skin and walking away from your spot on the beach. You couldn't endure the awkward tension any longer—it was like a knife could cut right through the air and serve it right to your face.

You took a couple of steps before a figure joined you on your right. At first, you thought it was Hermione, but as you tilted your head to meet her eyes, you caught the platinum blonde hair shining in the sun instead.

“What?” You ask coldly, hands tightening around one another behind your back in mild frustration. Sure, you could've been a little nicer to Draco when you asked what was wrong, but it was a first for you.

Being sweet to someone you didn't necessarily like was odd anyway.

Draco sighed and looked at the sand beneath his feet as he walked, avoiding your hard gaze. “Look, I’m sorry. I just didn’t think you would really care.”

You blink at his apology, noticing the sincerity embedded in it. You nodded slowly, shoulders relaxing ever so slightly at his words. “If anything, blame my brother.” You say in little amusement and more so annoyance. "Harry told me I should be friendly with you."

“Well, don’t be.” Draco said and glanced over at you, tilting his head in your direction. “It freaked me out.”

“Noted.” You dip your chin down to hide the smallest smile that made it's way onto your face.

The two of you walked in a more comfortable silence, only the sounds of seagulls and crashing waves filling the air. It was weird being around him without arguing or your brother pushing the two of you to be friends.

For once, it was just the two of you co-existing.

But you couldn’t get rid of the nagging question in your head about why Draco was staring out into space. Despite not liking him at all—and him being weirded out by you being nice—you had to ask what was wrong again.

You didn’t really know why—it was a small instinct you had.

“So... why weren’t you reading your book?” You ask quietly and walk around a couple of ghost crabs, subconsciously inching closer to Draco as the waves crashed closer.

He inhaled sharply, the feeling in his chest tightening. “Just— Family things.” He didn't think he'd have to explain further, but you raised your brows expectantly at him. He knew you wanted a better answer, yet he still questioned it. “What?”

“I’m a nosy woman. I want to know things.” You shrug and look back at the trio you left behind before looking back at him. “I won’t tell.”

Draco followed suite, staring at his friends. Sure he was supposedly considered one of their best friends, but he wasn't in control of how often he could see them. After all, he was still a Slytherin in the dungeons while they were Gryffindors, up in the castle's towers.

He shook his head and continued to walk, his voice small and almost numb compared to his usual cocky behavior. “My father wants me to find a suitor.”

Your brows shoot up in surprise at the reveal, biting your bottom lip at the sudden weight you felt from his father's ask. Ethically, it was a terrible thing to ask you son to do when he was seventeen—turning eighteen this upcoming school year.

“Like, a girlfriend?” You ask, still dumbfounded by the revelation.

“Yes, Potter. Like a girlfriend.” Draco muttered. “He expects one or he’ll set me up with someone I don’t know.”

“That’s…” Your steps falter as the words die on your tongue, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “That’s terrible, I didn’t know he would do that.”

“Most people don’t know how strict he truly is.” He shrugged and shifted his gaze toward the ocean, hands picking at one another. “He tends to hide all the negative things—thinks that no one can see that he’ll never change from his pureblooded ways.”

You stare off at the distance as well, the sand rising from wind prickling at your skin. You hated to admit it, but Draco was right. Most of the pureblooded families these days still upheld old traditions that seemed ridiculous now.

“I get it.” You say quietly after a beat, earning an unimpressed look from the blonde. “I do. My dad…" You shake your head, "He forgets that my mum is muggleborn sometimes and gets a little too angry when she doesn’t get what he means.” You mess with the ends of your hair, clearing your suddenly dry throat. “They resolve the issue pretty quickly, but it doesn’t change the fact that under all the change, he’s still a pureblooded wizard.”

Draco looked over at you with soft eyes you've never seen before—it kind of freaked you out. You shake a smile off your face, understanding why he was so freaked out over you being nice to him. If you really tried, you could see flecks of blue in his grey eyes.

“Maybe you and I aren’t so different then, Potter.” He said so delicately that you swore the wind carried it your way.

You tilt your head at him, eyes locked with his. “Maybe not.”

His eyes roamed your face, as if he was memorizing the smallest details in a calculated pattern—which he was. You knew the bastard was using the triangle method to fluster you.

And it worked.

“Oi! What are you two doing all the way out there?” Ron shouted from where he stood with Harry and Hermione by the bunch of towels and woven basket, waving a wrapped sandwich in the air. “We’re gonna start lunch without you lot!”

The trio looked at one another in amusement when they saw how close the two of you stood without yelling at each other. They were definitely going to tease the two of you later—more so Ron being an ass and asking a billion questions.

Both of you snapped out of your daze and looked back at the three Gryffindors, the two of you stepping away from each other at the realization of how close you truly were.

You shook your head and gestured toward Ron in efforts to slow your heart that was beating a little too loud and fast for your liking. “He’s always eating.” You murmur and earn a snort from the blonde beside you. “Don’t laugh, you eat a bunch too.”

He gave you a pointed look, almost daring you to look. “I do not.”

“Mhm.” You begin to walk away from him and back toward the small setup, although Draco caught your up-and-down glance from the corner of your eyes. “I think a summer with you won’t be too bad.”

“Maybe not.” Draco murmured under his breath and fought the smile on his face, catching up with you and finding his spot next to you on your right.