A/N: Sorry this seems kind of out of character for some people! But, I think this story is going to turn out be be uber amazing (in a non bragging way)! SO, if you're reading this because you read "Ron and Hermione" (my other story) and you saw in the author's notes where I was writing this one, then THANKS SO MUCH. Oh, I almost forgot! Guess where I wen last night? THE MIDNIGHT SHOWING OF DEATHLY HALLOWS PART TWO! It was so awesome by the way and it was what inspired me to get this chapter up so quickly! So, if you like it, tell me! If you don't, I'd like to know that to. Constructive critisism is always appreciated. LOVE YOU GUYS!

"Dumbledore" Hermione began angrily, "Is a genius. He wouldn't have made up this program if he didn't think it would help."

"Well I still say the old man's gone mad." Draco Malfoy, her enemy, spat. "And besides, what is this supposed to help anyways?"

"Student relations or something like that." Hermione turned away from Draco and looked out the window of the plane.

She couldn't believe she was stuck with Draco Malfoy for an entire summer. It

was outrageous. Hogwarts hadn't even given her time to warn her parents that,

when Hermione came home, she would have a muggle-hating wizard in tow. The very thought of how this summer was going to drag on was enough to make her stomach and head both ache.

"Why wasn't I paired with Potter, anyways?" Draco finally asked after five or so minutes of not speaking.

"Believe me, I was wondering the same thing." She didn't even look away from the window, but she was almost positive he was rolling his eyes.

The two angry teen wizards took this as a cue to stop talking. Now it was just their own thoughts and the noise from the other passengers to occupy the next two or three hours. Hermione took this as an opportunity to replay what had happened at breakfast a few days ago, when she got the dreadful news of

Dumbledore's new idea.

-Flashback-

"Welcome everyone, to our last breakfast of the year at Hogwarts." Dumbledore

stood behind his podium at the front of the room. There had been buzz around the school for a few weeks now about how Dumbledore had a new idea for some sort of mandatory student summer program. The student body's rumors were confirmed with what the headmaster announced next. "As I am sure many of you already know, I have decided that our school will participate in a program to increase the quality of our student relationships. I hope this will result in a decrease of in-school rivalry and help Hogwarts operate more harmoniously." The room was filled with excited and nervous whispers. "May I have everyone's attention again? Now, where was I? Ah, yes. So, the summer program we are choosing to assign is only mandatory for years one through six. Seventh years will not be required to participate. You will each be matched with a student you know little about or you, for lack of better word, don't particularly like. From then on, you will spend your entire summer with them. We have contacted all of your parents and informed them of the situation. They know you will be bringing someone home with you, they just don't know who. We have chosen to decide upon who you will be placed with by using the sorting hat. We will inform you of any last minute details after you are placed. Now, we will start off with the girls. If you're picked before your turn, you may return to your seat. But, i must warn you. While it is not likely, it is also not uncommon for you to be placed with a member of the opposite gender." Hermione cringed at this. "If you are a male and you are placed with a female, do not bother coming up here. Now, let the sorting begin."

It was difficult for some to be matched, Hermione noted. Some students were very easygoing, therefore they didn't dislike anyone. Hermione knew she would easily be matched with Pansy Parkinson. Ron would most likely get Blaise Zabini, and Harry would be placed with Draco Malfoy. The thought of Harry and Draco together for a whole summer was quite horrid.

Finally, it was Hermione's turn. She gulped and walked nervously towards the

stool where the Sorting Hat rest. She sat down and, without the hat being on her bushy head for longer than a second, she had her answer. It was much worse than she could've ever dreamed.

"Draco Malfoy!" the hat shouted.

As soon as breakfast was over, Hermione went to Dumbledore's office. She

couldn't spend the summer with Malfoy. She shouldn't have to.

She got to the entrance of the headmaster's office and almost ran head-on into the person she least wanted to see.

"Come to complain, Granger?"

"I think I'll have to speak to you enough this summer, Malfoy. Let's not start sooner than we need to." Hermione snapped. She walked past him without another word.

Once she was in Dumbledore's office, she knew she regretted coming. Dumbledore was the greatest wizard of his time and she was going to question his decision. But, she wasn't actually question HIS decision. She was questioning the Sorting Hat. But the Sorting Hat was never wrong...

"Miss Granger," Dumbledore startled Hermione out of her thoughts. "I expected

I'd see you before the day was through. Before you say anything, I can't change who you were paired with. I am sorry, I know how much you dislike Mr. Malfoy." Hermione thought she saw the hint of a smile at these last words. Was Dumbledore getting some kind of twisted enjoyment out of this? No, he couldn't be.

"No professor. I'm not here to complain. Actually, I wanted to say that my

family is spending the summer in America, with some family. Ma- I mean Draco," She corrected herself. "Would have to go to a different country for half the summer. I sure his parents wouldn't be ok with that."

"Actually, his parents have already been notified and the arrangements for the extra muggle things for Draco have been arranged."

"Oh." Hermione was, to say the least, disappointed. "Well, I should be going

then."

"Goodbye, Miss Granger."

-End Flashback-

"Malfoy! Malfoy, wake up!" Hermione nudged Draco as the plane started

descending.

Draco mumbled something inaudible and yawned. He looked somewhat peaceful. That is, until he saw her next to him.

"Oh." He was back to his regular, arrogant self. "So that wasn't just a

nightmare. Pity."

"Believe me. I wish it was." Hermione replied icily.

"Where exactly are we going?" He looked around in disgust at the amount of

muffles surrounding him.

"Orlando, Florida. Disney World to be exact. My family we're visiting lives up farther north than Florida, but when we come visit them, we usually come here first, then go to their state." She explained.

"What exactly is Disney World?" He spat.

"A chain of four or five theme parks and two water parks." She explained.

Judging by his confused look, she thought she should elaborate. "Well, Malfoy

let's put it this way. It's quite possible that even you might like it."

"I doubt it." He muttered. "Mudblood."

Draco was sitting between Hermione and an elderly woman for the entire flight. He was taking it quite well, considering he'd never even heard of a plane before he got on this one.

"You two sure have odd pet names for each other, now don't you? I've never seen a man refer to his girlfriend as mudblood. That's odd, but whatever works for

you." The old lady said.

Draco looked offended and all Hermione could manage to do was remember to blink. Finally they explained to the woman that they were just friends.

"Ah, denial. My favorite stage of young love." She winked. She then got up an

never returned.

The plan finally glided to a stop on the runway and started unloading. When

Hermione and Draco had made it into the airport terminal, Hermione ran up to her parents to hug them while Draco stood there awkwardly.

"Mum, Dad." She nodded in Draco's direction. "This is Ma- I mean Draco. Draco

Malfoy."

Hearing her actually say his first name was odd. It wasn't what either of them normally did. It felt awkward, like the word was out of place and didn't fit into the sentence.

At the mention of Draco's name, Hermione's parent exchanged a glance. She'd

probably told them about how awful he was. That didn't bother him. He'd told his parents loads of equally sour things about her and her blood-traitor friends.

Hermione's parents each extended a hand in Draco's direction which he

reluctantly shook. They introduced themselves and the four of them headed off to get their suitcases.

After they had eaten at a restaurant in the airport, they went outside and got a taxi to their hotel. Once at the hotel, things stopped going so smoothly.

"What do you mean there's only two beds?" Hermione was appalled. Draco didn't

speak, but was obviously horrified.

Hermione's parents laughed and her father answered. "I'm sorry sweetheart. We'd booked the room before we knew you'd have... Company and it was too late to change."

Hermione's mother and father laughed and started looking through TV channels

while Hermione and Draco both turned beet red, avoided eye contact with each

other, and attempted to each sit on the bed while avoiding any physical contact. It was all easier said than done.

Hermione woke to the wonderful realization that she was about to have a

wonderful summer. She then looked to her left and saw Draco Malfoy and

remembered how untrue this was. Both Draco and Hermione's father were snoring

lightly. It didn't bother her when her father did it, but it did however, when Draco did.

She looked over at the clock. 9:26. Her family and she had habit of sleeping in rather late when they were on vacation. Hermione took this time to get ready.

She went into the bathroom to take a shower. When she was done she dried her

hair and struggled to get it back into a ponytail. Then, she threw on denim

shorts and purple top. Hermione brushed her teeth and walked out of the bathroom to find her parents were still asleep but Draco was sitting up in bed, staring at the Tv with a very confused look on his face. Hermione's father must've fallen asleep with it on the infomercial channel.

"What on earth is a Snuggie?" Draco asked.

Hermione took one look at the screen to see a woman sitting in one and laughed out loud, then looked at her parents to make sure she didn't wake them. She did. Draco still looked as confused as ever.

"Draco, why don't you go get ready first?" Hermione's mother generously offered. He mumbled something like "ok" but it wasn't quite audible.

A/N: Yeah, yeah. I know what you're thinking. "That was too far featched. It would never happen". If you're thinking that, you're probably right. But, I love this plotline so much, I had to write it! And I'm sorry for how I ended, I needed something. I know there isn't much here, but my chapters are always short. Some of the things like songs and such (those will be in there later, like when they listen to the radio in her family's car (that was a really bad example haha)), will be from now mostly, and not from around the time this would actually be occuring. Some of them might be, though .You never know. So, without further ado, what do I always say? Oh, that's right! IF YOU'VE READ THIS FAR I LOVE YOU FOR IT!