“You know Granger, I’m waiting for my apology.”

As much as Hermione had tried to ignore him, that was now impossible.

“I, owe you, and apology? You must have lost your mind Malfoy.”

Her heart was soaring above the clouds. Hermione never dreamed of walking up to Titanic, dressed and accompanied with first class privileges, and on the arm of one of the most attractive and wealthiest men in the world.

“Is it everything you imagined Hermione?”

She turned to face Jonathon's wavy twists of gleaming brown hair, and his perfect smile that stretched across his features.

“It’s even more,” she responded with a grin.

Draco and Peter shot looks at Sam, who responded with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Don’t look at me,” he said as he surrendered his hands to the air, “Her energy doesn’t come from my side of the family.”