They had been living together for months. They weren't supposed to, but they got stuck together. Both of the unwilling roommates complained and protested as much as they could, but to no avail; Hermione and Draco were stuck together.
Finally, summer vacation had arrived. Hermione was anxious to get away from Briton and her fellow wizards. After the war she just wanted some peace and quiet, she wanted a muggle summer. She owled a note to Ginny asking her to explain to her friends. Ron and Harry were her best friends, but they did not understand her need for some privacy and quiet. All her years at Hogwarts she tried to escape to the library to relax, but somehow they always found her; not that it was hard to locate her. This summer she disclosed her location to only one person—Ginny. Hermione knew that Ginny Weasley would bat-boogey hex everyone into oblivion before revealing her friends whereabouts.
Draco needed to get away from the aftermath of the war. The whole world knew of his last minute switch to the Light; there were many wizards looking for him, wanting revenge. He could not face the people he had hurt, he wished for nothing more than a peaceful couple of weeks. His trial would be soon, so he could not leave permanently. As a criminal of war Draco Malfoy should've been arrested and held at what was left of Azkaban until the trial, but as he was a Malfoy, the name still commanded respect, he was able to put off arrest as long as he consented to an indestructible locating charm: no matter where he went, the ministry would be able to locate him. Draco would have to let this happen if he wanted to escape the wizard world. He planned to leave for a muggle summer.
"Ahh, this is great," Hermione sighed; despite the intense heat she was excited. She arrived at her destination a small town in United States, she decided to stay in a quiet place in Texas—College Station. Unfortunately for her the land lord of her lovely home was none other than Mundungus Fletcher. She did not let him know who was when she rented, but she could still sense that there was something sly in his dealings. She chose not to pay close attention to it and relax.
When she opened the door to her new home, she was shocked at the spaciousness. She had this whole apartment to herself. Her parents' home would have fit into the dining area! "I guess everything is bigger in Texas."
Draco felt as if he would die from the heat. That bloody bastard of Mundungus Fletcher had not told him that he would be staying in the fiery pits of HELL. "Lovely weather my arse," grumbled Malfoy as he entered his flat. The cool air and music hit him as a relief. Wait, music. "Hello," he yelled at. ""Helloooo?" Something fell and the person stopped singing. "Sorry! I'll be right there," a woman called out. "sorry, how much do I owe you?" The woman stopped suddenly. "You're not the delivery guy…" she sighed before passing out.