Welcome to my first fic! I'm excited to see where this story is going to lead me. I've written a small draft to keep my ideas in order, let's see where it takes me!

I'm ratting this story a M as there will probably be some cursing, sexual content, and probably some smut in the later chapters.

Also, my first language is French, I now speak English everyday at home and work, but it's still not perfect and I'm working very hard to improve it everyday. If you see any mistakes please let me know and I promise I will be researching the correct spelling/grammar and make the correction.

Any other constructive criticism is also welcomed :)

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

Hermione Granger couldn't believe it. She was on a boat, in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. After the war, she always felt trapped, everywhere she went. She felt trapped in her flat, she felt trapped in her relationship with Ron, she felt trapped around her friends, she felt trapped everywhere she went. One day, when she was again looking to get away and kept aparating from one place to the other she found herself on a pier facing the Atlantic Ocean. A cruise ship was announcing its departure across the sea to Canada, and being on a desperate need for something new, she got a last-minute ticket and got on the boat.

It was amazing. The fresh salty air, the rocking motion of the waves, the independence and tranquility of it all. She loved being surrounded by muggles who couldn't care less about who she was or why she was there alone. She was just happy to mind her own business and breathe.

Having bought a last-minute ticket, she had a small cabin with no windows, so she only ever went to get some sleep. She would wake up in the morning, get a coffee, go on the upper deck and watch the sunrise. After an hour or so people would start showing up and it would get a little louder. That's when she would go to the lower decks and get some breakfast, it was much quieter at this time. Sometimes, someone would approach her and start talking, but would lose interest pretty fast as she wouldn't hold on to the conversation or kept mostly to herself. She was fine with that.

Hermione would spend her days either at the gym, burning steam off, or doing laps in the indoor pool. She had also found a quiet corner on a balcony that offered some shade. It was the perfect place to read a book, she got into the lounge chair she preferred and reached for her extendable bag she carried everywhere. She found that these days, she liked reading fiction novels, as it kept her mind off of things. She thought this was the perfect getaway.

That's because she hadn't seen the person, 2 decks higher with a head of bright blond hair looking at her behind a book of his own. Not that he was reading the book, no. He was way too curious, looking down at the girl he had nightmares about. Not that she was the reason of the nightmare, but it was the situation she was in when she had been captured by the snatchers and her crazy aunt was carving her arm after she had cursed numerous crucios. He had nightmares about it every night. He was glad his aunt was killed. Although he thought she deserved way worse than that.

Every day since he got on this boat, Malfoy tried to figure out what she was doing there. This was HIS trip. HIS getting away! He panicked when he first saw her, thinking she came with her two stupid friends. He had first spotted her on the first day, on the upper decks, looking at the sunrise. He panicked and hid. Searching the deck for Potter and Weasley. He couldn't help but to look at her in her light floral sundress, she looked petite, but not too short, she was bent over the railing facing the water, her nice round booty sticking out, her hair kept down over her shoulders in brown waves. Wait, what? Nice booty sticking out? Where did that come from? He tried to leave, ended up searching the perimeter for any signs of Potter or Weasley, and ended back to his secluded spot to check on Granger who was downing the rest of her coffee.

Malfoy couldn't help but to follow her, it was starting to get easy, as there started to be a lot more people on the upper deck. But she kept making her way down, lower and lower in the boat, to this restaurant who had barely anyone. He sat far away from her and facing her back. He didn't want to risk getting seen. He also had a good view of the entrance of the restaurant, he still wasn't sure if the two imbeciles were going to show up. He saw a man approach her table, and he tried to listen in, he could only

hear the man talking, as he was loud. He couldn't hear anything she was saying but the man left very quickly. He was definitely curious as to why Hermione Granger was on this ship.

When he caught sight of her turning the corner at the end of the hall he got up to leave as well. He didn't want to follow her too close as she might sense his presence.

Malfoy thought to himself - this is it. She's meeting up with whoever she came on this trip with. At last she seemed to have come to her destination. A common balcony looking out on the water. He was feeling rather creepy, being at the end of the hallway, with only his head around the corner. He saw her sit in a corner and pull out a book out of her bag. He could've sworn he saw her entire arm go into that bag. He stayed there for about an hour. He was cramping up, from being in an awkward position, spying on her. He decided to go back to his cabin.

Malfoy's cabin, was really a suite, a honeymoon suite to be exact. He was supposed to be there with his fiancée, but he had broken it off before the wedding. It was an arranged marriage, and now that he was head of the family, with his father in prison, he called it off, having no one telling him to do otherwise. Of course his mother was mad as could be, but it wasn't her decision. Draco Malfoy would have canceled the honeymoon, but he thought it would be good for him, and maybe his mother, to take some time apart.

Malfoy was back in his cabin. He sat on the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees and head in between his hands. What was Granger doing here? On this cruise ship going across the Atlantic Ocean? It wasn't like there was any sightseeing. It was just water, and water, and more water. Sometimes there'd be a lone iceberg, whose drifted off from the glaciers of Antarctica.

After a couple of minutes, he stood up. What did it matter if Granger was on the same boat. He haven't seen any of her friends, so far it wasn't too bad. He could manage with that. He went out on his balcony to breathe some fresh air. He took a deep breath, held it, then caught it out. Right there! Two levels down on his right was Hermione Granger. Reading her book, oblivious to him standing right there looking at her. He backed out into his suit. Grabbed a hat, a rather big book and went back on the balcony. He sat on the lounge chair, opened the book and looked at her over the top edge, he had no idea what the book was about, but that didn't matter, he was way too busy looking at the curly haired brunette on her lounge chair reading her book.

The following days he would wake up early, to watch her looking at the sunrise. He thought she was beautiful, wait, that IT was beautiful. What was going on with him? He couldn't help but notice that she had changed since Hogwarts, since the war. She looked beautiful. He caught himself wondering if her wavy brown hair were as soft as it looked? He groaned. What was he doing thinking things like that. He was supposed to hate the girl. She was a mudblood, wasn't she not? Did he really think that now that the war was over? Did he really believe she was less because she was born from a muggle family? When he had found out that the Dark Lord himself was a half-blood, he started doubting all of those things he was brought up to believe. No, he decided. "She's a witch" he's decided. "And that's that."

He watched her again the next day, just as he had done the day prior, with a slight change that she had done laps at the pool. He couldn't stop watching the flow of water around her body as she was doing the crawl from one end to the other. He was mesmerized.

That evening, he was watching her from his balcony again, and the sun was setting over the horizon. He saw her leave her chair and head back inside. That's when he decided. He was going to talk to her the next day. What's the worst that could happen?