Not too unlike Crookshanks, Hermione stretched her spine as she rested her head on her rolled up towel. Today, she was sporting a black sporty one piece that dipped low in the back, and the gold chain around her hips again. She was well aware that her legs seemed endless as the material laid high on her waist - but if she hadn’t known, she could not have been blind to the heated looks Draco was throwing her. Pretending to ignore his gaze, she casted a spell to protect her skin, but forbade the headband as it would quickly flow away in the wind. 