Here is the next chapter, and thanks for reading! Do I look like I own Harry Potter?

He was very thin and slightly bent over. His hair was platinum blonde, but it didn't look very healthy. He pulled out a Kleenex and coughed into it. His cough sounded terrible, and it racked his whole body. He looked up and Hermione's heart went out to him. His skin was very pale and sickly, and his eyes were sunken and had dark lines under them.

She was about to say something, when she noticed that he looked very familiar. Was it? Could it actually be…

"Malfoy?"

His eyes widened. "Bloody hell. What in the name of Merlin have I gotten myself into this time? You know, I wanted it to be authentic. A muggle boat. But noooooo. Of course it belongs to wizards. Of course it belongs to the golden trio. Of co-" he doubled over in a fit of coughing.

Hermione reached out and said, "Ah, why don't you come in, maybe I can get you something for your cough?"

Draco frowned. "I'll come in, and get the damn boat. I don't have time to look for another one. And trust me, there is nothing you can do for my cough." He walked in and looked around. "You and the weasel have got it pretty nice here huh?"

"Uh, yeah…" Hermione said, not completely paying attention. Her mind was still reeling from the recent events. Draco Malfoy was in her house, buying her boat. But this sick man in front of her was not Draco Malfoy. Or at least not the Draco Malfoy she knew. The Draco Malfoy she knew would never be remotely nice to her, and the Draco Malfoy she knew would not be looking for an 'authentic' muggle boat. "So would you like some tea?" she asked.

"Really Granger, tea? You think that I want tea. I'm Draco Malfoy, I don't do foolish things like drink tea. I don't do foolish things like buy muggle boats or see what I've never seen in the world, or fall in love, or, or… die." The last word was barely audible, and as soon as he said it, you could tell that he instantly regretted it. He looked at Hermione and whispered, "Don't tell. You can't tell. Please don't tell. Just show me the boat."

Hermione opened and closed her mouth several times before saying, "Uh, this way please?" she was more confused than ever now, but she took him ouside to show him. She led him down a sloping grassy hill do a long dock. "Down there. Come on." she pointed to the boat at the very end of the dock. They walked down to it, and Draco begin to check it out.

It was large and painted a crisp white. "STARCROSSED" was painted along the edge in clear block lettering. Draco looked at Hermione. "Stare Grossed?" Hermione glared at him.

"It says Star Crossed. As in the star crossed lovers."

"Star crossed lovers? Huh? What does that mean?"

"Forget it. It's a muggle reference to a famous play. Come one lets go inside. There is a paper in the kitchen that has all the specifications about the boat." She led him on and into the kitchen. It had nice white countertops surrounded by chestnut wood. It looked very modern. Hermione opened a drawer and pulled out a piece of paper. "Here." She said.

Draco read from it aloud:

The Sunreef 60

length: 19 meters

breadth: 10 meters

draft: 1.4 meters

tonnage: 20 BRT

maximum number of passengers: 14 (however, we recommend only 10 to maximise your comfort)

6 cabins with double bed and en-suite shower/WC

2 bow berths for individuals (crew)

a spacious lounge with bar, kitchen and dining area

rear dining area

bow net for sunbathing lovers

top-quality navigational technology

DVD - TV

12 V /220 V power supply (EU sockets)

notebook + possible Internet connection

generator

desalination equipment – fresh water producer

diving compressor – 400 litres a minute

full range of kitchen equipment, including ice maker

PVC ZODIAC with fixed base to ensure safe transfer from diving back to the boat all standard safety elements, including life rafts.

"Wow." Draco whistled. "That's pretty fancy. But that's what I need right?" he tried to joke but it just made him cough more.

Hermione began to talk, "Malfoy, what's going on? You are acting so strange, so un-Malfoy like. I mean, come on! You're looking for a muggle boat. A MUGGLE boat. You hate all things muggle! And you are so sickly, and your acting so nice and I just don't get it! Is this a joke? What the heck is going on! OH! "AND WHAT WERE YOU TALKING ABOUT EARLIER, ABOUT NOT TELLING? WHAT IS THIS!" She finished with her voice raised much higher then it had been when she started. She cringed. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I just-"

"I know. I know its weird, I know its different, I know I'm different. It's been six years since the war, and I'm a hell of a lot more different. And I don't feel the same why as I once did about muggles. I want to do this. I want sail as far as I can. I want to see as much as I can before I- before I die." He looked up at Hermione. "Sorry for dropping my life on you. I'll just leave now." He stood up to leave.

"Wait! Don't leave. Don't go. What do you mean dying?" Hemione was a curious person. She wanted to know more. She had to know more.

"Fine. Look. I've got a disease. A terminal one. One magic can't even fix. It's, well, I have, cancer." He sighed and turned his head away. "When I was a little boy, my grandmother was still alive. She always talked about sailing and seeing everything. It was something she wanted to do. We were going to do it. But she died. And then I went to Hogwarts. I became the perfect badboy… you know the rest. And know I'm dying, and I have to do this."

Hermione stared at him. Here was someone she'd know for years to be cruel and dark, and know he was soft, and sentimental. And dying. "I'm so sorry. Malfoy, that is aweful. And what you're doing, this sailing thing, its fantastic. I think that's great. Its brilliant in fact. I wish I could do something like that."

Draco smiled. "Thanks. I really appreciate it. Now, can I get the boat please?"

"Of course."

-1 hour later-

Hermione had sold Draco the boat, and he had apperated to his home to gather some personal items. Hermione was doing the same thing, but she was on the boat. Down in one of the 'crew' rooms, she was collecting some old pictures of her and Ron. As she started on her way out of the room, the boa lurched a little and she lost her footing. She fell backward and whacked her head on a dresser. She slid down to the floor, and only had time to led out a small moan before everything went black.

OooOOoOOooo…. What happens next? You will have to read more to find out! Thanks for reading, and don't forget to review! Oh, if you'd like to see the boat check out the link on my profile.