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"Can you help me reapply my sun lotion?”
“Ask your new friends to help you,” she replied, turning to her stomach, revealing the barely there back of her bikini bottoms.
Draco coughed. “Who? Those girls? We were just chatting about footie.”
“Mmm,” Hermione hummed, tuning him out. She had lost her place on the page. She needed to focus.
He lay beside her, finally letting the sun's warmth kiss her skin again.
“You're not peeved about me talking to them, are you?” She could hear the glee in his voice.
She looked at him. He was propped up on his forearms, his abs tensed, and his head tilted back.
“I am annoyed that you just stopped our game. I waited for you for a solid ten minutes before giving up,” she spat out.
“A solid ten minutes? Did you time it, you little swot?”
She could feel her cheeks blushing red. She could blame it on the sun. “Whatever, you wasted my time. So no, I will not help you put on sunscreen.”
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Or when her stepbrother, Draco get a sunburn, Hermione has to help him out. Smut ensues.