AN: this is just an idea I had that I felt fit with Dramione, which I NEVER write. I've read a few fics with that pairing, but I am more of a Drarry girl. I own nothing. Reviews? 'Tis the season...

"Grainger?" Draco asked as he swivelled around in his desk chair as he was prone to do in lulls like this. "We work in a Travel Agency, but I never take vacation, and I have noticed that you do the same. Why don't we change that?"

Hermione looked up at him from her desk calendar that she was updating with the times of the week's spin classes. "Why?" She returned to her planning and then shifted through a set of folders for that day's clients.

"For the same reason our clients do: romance, intrigue, adventure, to waste all of their money!" He jumped up from his IKEA desk and spread his arms out to take in the light that invaded their space constantly due to their floor-to-ceiling windows. "You must understand that, 'Mione, otherwise you wouldn't work here."

'Here' was Magic Getaways-a travel agency that had fallen to Hermione and Draco after their boss retired and left his business to his two secretaries who had only been there a month after being hired without either of them knowing that the other had even applied. Hermione liked to tell herself that she did not like the blond's company, but they had reached an unspoken agreement to not argue for every moment of the day.

"I took the job here because it was available. Love of travel sort of came afterwards. And you?"

On days like this, the two often occupied themselves discusses trivial interests they had to pass the time in between appointments.

"When your father disowns you, you'll take any job that you can get."

Hermione bit her lip and twisted her fingers in her bushy hair. "So we have similar interest after all."

Draco sighed and picked up the phone as it rang with a ringtone of "Hot-Blooded," smirking at Hermione because she had changed to that song after had it set to "Rhapsody in Blue"-it was a game they played with each other, again, to pass the time.

"Yes, sir... Oh, that is too bad, sir... Of course, sir... You can trust us, sir... Oh, sir, that is too generous... If you will, sir... Thank you, sir... I wish you the best, sir," Draco settled the phone back into its cradle and smiled up at his coworker over his stark white desk. "Merlin!"

"What is it?"

A cloud passed over the sun, shrouding their usually all white office in a shade of grey with extra spots from flying-by birds.

"Mr. Zabini is not able to make his trip to Hawaii after all, so he has given the tickets to us!"

"Us?"

"He said that something had come up and he had to vacation in Costa Rica instead." Draco opened a desk door only to slam it shut. "We're going to Hawaii-that's almost halfway across the world!"

"The two of us?"

"The plane leaves tomorrow at six AM." Draco grabbed his peacoat from the coat by the door and slammed it so hard that the glass panes rattled.

Hermione put down her pen and did the same. "I'm going to Hawaii," she muttered to herself.

AN: Thanks for reading! I will try to have another update by Friday so I can settle into a routine of updating on weekdays, but things get crazy pretty soon. I mostly wanted to post this to see what response it would get compared to a really long Drarry fic I'm working on, but please do not think that I don't care about this because I do and I already really like it. Happy Holidays!