Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction, so you know what that means. Be as harsh as you can be. Flame me. Criticize me. I need those.

Side note: I researched a little about aparation, and it seems that some people think a wand is required, while some others don't. I'm going to go with you need a wand to, as it helps my story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the characters I use.

"Malfoy?"

"Granger," Draco acknowledged, without glancing her way. A tiny, miniature version of him was standing next to him, both men standing up straight. "We meet in the strangest of places."

"Really, I couldn't tell," Hermione said, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she watched her daughter, Rose, who was happily running around trying to catch the butterflies. "What, did Harry suddenly turn evil and decide to drop you out of a helicopter as well?"

"Potter did that?" His voice had a touch of amusement, though it was always hard to tell with him. "Guess he finally got annoyed at goodie goodie two shoes and decided to dump her on some island."

Hermione huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. Harry certainly hadn't seemed annoyed at her; in fact, his face had been quite gleeful, and he had the nerve to wink right before he dropped her. If she ever saw him again, she was going to toss him in the middle of the ocean.

"How did you get here then?" She asked, watching as the miniature Malfoy trudged off towards Rose. "I don't suppose Zabini threw you off a helicopter as well?"

"Actually, no. Pansy tossed Scor and I onto a boat, told us good luck, and sent us on our merry way. We landed up here, and the boat immediately vanished. So we were stuck here, and who else would wander up but the Mud-"

"Shush!" Hermione interrupted, whispering. "There's children there! There's no need to introduce them to such a bad word."

Draco shrugged, and Hermione took a minute to calm herself down. She couldn't attack Draco in front of Rose, and also, Harry had taken her wand and when it came to physical strength, Draco would sure beat her.

"You can't aparate, then?"

Dracoraised an eyebrow. "Can you aparate without a wand, Granger?"

"Oh. Right." Hermione muttered.

They settled into a few minutes of silence, as Hermione looked around to take in her surroundings. It seemed like a nice place to live, if one forgot that she was stuck here with Malfoy. The land touching the endless ocean was sandy, and after the beach ended, came a forest that was so thick that Hermione couldn't see what was hidden deep within it. She hoped there were at least the material to built houses, as she didn't fancy sleeping outside, especially with not only one, but two Malfoys prowling around. She also hoped there was food, as she didn't fancy eating grass and leaves either.

"So," Hermione said, finally breaking the silence. Draco had finally turned around to face her, and his features were exactly as she remembered from the last time she saw him, which was right after the war ended. He showed no sign of having aged, besides his face showing a little maturity. "You married Astoria Greengrass, huh?"

"And you married Weasel." Draco stated. "How did that work out for you?"

Hermione shrugged and looked away; she hated talking about Ron. "Well, other than the fact that he died about one month after Rose was born, our marriage was fine."

"Did he," Draco said, though Hermione was surprised that all she could detect was a touch of thoughtfulness in it. "Can't say I'm sorry about your loss, as that would be completely out of character, but if it makes you feel better, I'm a widow as well."

"A widow?" Hermione's eyes widened. "Does that mean-oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't know her well, but she seemed as if she were a nice enough girl."

"I don't know why you're apologizing, Granger," Malfoy rolled his eyes. "There was nothing nice about that girl."

"Really," Hermione said hotly. "So she deserved to die just because she wasn't nice to you? I thought you grew up, Malfoy-"

"Don't," Draco interrupted her, his voice quiet but cutting. "Talk about things you don't know. She married me for money, I married her for the sake of having a heir. That was it. If she hadn't decided to foolishly try to kill me and Scor for the money, then maybe she wouldn't have died."

"She tried to murder you?" Hermione gasped, placing her hand over her mouth. "How terrible have you been treating her, anyways?"

"Have you not been listening, Granger?" Draco said, starting to lose his calm façade, irritation etched on his face. "My mother is dead. My father is dead. All my remaining relatives are dead. The only thing stopping her from the money was me. And then Scor. So, she was plotting my death the whole time we were supposedly married. How do you suppose I feel about that?"

"Alright, then, I'm sorry, okay? For talking about things that I don't know," Hermione huffed.

"You don't sound very sorry,"

Hermione ignored him and continued to speak. "Though, that does not explain how she died, that only explains why your marriage may have not been as successful as mine." Here, she received a snort, which was also ignored. "What, did you order her assassination or something?"

"No," Draco said quietly, no longer meeting her eye. "I saved the trouble of pulling someone into this. I killed her myself."

There was a pause, where Draco turned back around to make sure she hadn't died. However, instead of seeing a bushy haired girl lying at his feet, he was greeted by the sight of a fist.

The fist which smashed into his nose only seconds later.

"Ow!" Draco yelled, and both Scorpius and Rose turned around to check what the commotion was. "Damn it, Granger, why did you punch me? You don't even know her,"

"I-well-you still can't go around killing people!" Hermione replied. "Just file for a divorce or report her or something. I thought you weren't a murderer!" She backed away.

Not quick enough. Draco lunged forward, grabbing the front of Hermione's robes, his nose still bleeding freely. "Imagine Weasel standing there, his wand pointed at Rose's head, and he's taunting you, saying you don't have the nerve to kill him. You had your wand in your hand. What would you do?"

"Ron would never do that," Hermione said plainly. "Ron loves me and would've put his life in front of both Rose's and mine if it were necessary."

"Damn it, Granger, that's why I said imagine," Draco shifted his head slightly, so Scorpius, who was curiously looking over, couldn't see the blood gushing out of his nose. "If you can't imagine, then pretend instead of the Weasel standing there, it was me. What would you do?"

"I would torture you, and then murder you in fifty different ways, which is exactly the reason why you're not my husband."

"You don't get it, do you, Granger." He let go of her and ran his hand through his hair. "I hate Astoria Greengrass almost as much as I hated you. To me, it was just like you standing there with a wand pointed to my only son, blackmailing me to give you my money. Maybe to the extent of even Potter standing there. I panicked, all right?"

"Oh," Hermione said very quietly, trying not to look at his blood. What was she thinking? She couldn't go punching people just because they murdered their own wives without listening to the reason first. Then, something occurred to her. "Wait, you said hated."

Draco raised an eyebrow; clearly, that was not the response he had been expecting. "What did you say?"

"You said hated," Hermione clarified. "I hate Astoria Greengrass almost as much as I hated you. You hated me, past tense."

Draco finally got what she meant. "I haven't seen you in twenty two years, Granger," Malfoy said softly. "I'm not entitled to hate you."

"Didn't stop you from being mean to me."

Draco's trademark smirk returned. "Your reactions are too hilarious to pass up. Plus, I'm not the person who decided to punch you."

"I'm sorry,"

"No, you're not."

"I'm not?"

"No. You've been waiting forever to break my nose. I bet you want to bunch me again just to make sure it won't be healing any time soon, don't you?"

"Git."

"That insult it getting a little old, isn't it?" Draco smirked, as he watched Scorpius stomp all over Rose's sand castle, sending the girl into a crying fit. "Why don't you try something new?"

"What about ferret?" Hermione rolled her eyes, and then finally noticed the wrecked sand castle. "Control your son, Malfoy! How dare he, Rose worked hard on that!"

"What can I say, Granger? He learns from the best."

Hermione sighed and held out her hand for her crying daughter. "Come on, Rose, honey, it's alright. I'll build you another sand castle tomorrow."

"I don't like that boy," Rose blubbered, pointing towards Scorpius, who was now being patted on the shoulders by his dad. "He's mean."

Hermione squeezed her hand. "I know. Stay away from him."

"I twied!" Rose exclaimed, her 'r's coming out as 'w's. "But he won't let me! He keeps following me awound, calling me names." She looked down sadly.

Hermione glared over at the two Malfoys. "Malfoy!"

"Yes?" Was the irritated response, as both Scorpius and Draco turned around at the same time, scowling.

Hermione sighed; there was no way she was calling him Draco, though calling his son by his first name when she just met him seemed weird, especially since he looked like a mirror version of Draco. She was still deciding what to do, when Rose suddenly spoke up.

"You can call him," She said, pointing to Scorpius. "Midget Meanie. And you can call the other one Old Meanie."

Hermione couldn't help, but laugh out loud. Draco looked over at her, annoyed, the blood on his face only making him look more dangerous, but Hermione couldn't bring herself to care. Scorpius scowled again, and went back to fussing over his dad's face.

"Geez, I, can't, breathe." Hermione wheezed.

"Glad I amuse, Granger," Draco said, looking down at the figure rolling on the ground. "Though I must say, your laugh is quite spectacular. It sounds a little like a hyena."

"Mommy said she couldn't breathe." Rose proclaimed, tearing up. "She's dying! Mommy's dying! I don't want Mommy to die. Old Meanie, you must help Mommy."

This time, even Scorpius couldn't keep a smirk out of his face, and Draco scowled at his son. "She even has the same personality as her mother," He said. "So bossy. She doesn't even say please."

"When's the last time you said please, Malfoy?" Hermione said, finally calming down as a squealing Rose flew into her and yelled: "Mommy, you're alive!"

"Malfoy's don't ask for anything, therefore we have no need to say please," Draco stated proudly. "Oh, and Granger? If we want to make it through this alive, I suggest we might want to make some rules. The first one would be obviously, no nose breaking. It hurts like hell."

Hermione stared at him. "You think we're going to make it through this alive? How long did Pansy tell you we were staying here?"

Draco shrugged. "Pansy didn't say. I deduced maybe a couple of days? They can't keep us here that long. As much as I hate Potter, I don't think he would be deliberately cruel towards you."

"That's where you're wrong," Hermione snorted. "Right before he tossed me out of the helicopter, he said, 'See you in thirty one days, Hermione.' In order words, we're stuck here for a month."

"A month?" Draco echoed faintly. "I'm bloody stuck with you for a whole month?"

"Yes," Hermione said, enjoying the fact that he seemed to be freaking out while she was remaining calm.
"A whole month, so I suggest we get over our differences and make things work."

"Forget it, Granger, why don't we just ignore each other?" Draco snarled, obviously upset. "It'll be much easier. I don't think I can deal with seeing your stupid face for a whole month. I'm going to murder Potter and Pansy when I get back."

"That insult it getting a little old, isn't it?" Hermione raised her eyebrow, imitating him. "Fine with me. Rose and I will go the left path, you and Scorpius will go the right path, and we have a peaceful thirty one days."

"Fine with me," Draco stated, dragging Scorpius towards the right path. "Hopefully, I won't see your face until this stupid thing is over.

Of course, there was no such luck.