Day 1
Hermione
Thank god they had chosen the left path. She found a shack, and after snooping around, she cleaned up the shack and made it live-able. Rose had gone to gather some flowers, and they planted them in front of the shack. The place looked nice from the outside, and the beach on the edge of the island was really beautiful. Hermione was actually beginning to look forward to the next thirty one days.
That was until she remembered who was living on the other side of the island.
She worked the rest of the day in silence, a scowl constantly plastered on her face. She caught Rose looking at her with concern, but she ignored it. The two of them worked for two continuous hours, sweeping and cleaning the area, and building items such as chairs and tables out of wood.
"Mummy?" Rose asked quietly, looking slightly scared as she washed her hands in a nearby river. She was biting her lip, a usual sign that she was nervous. Hermione immediately felt bad about her silent treatment; her daughter hadn't done anything to deserve it. She scooped her up and hugged her.
"What is it, Rose?" She asked, smiling brightly so her daughter could see. Rose's face immediately lit up, and she hugged her mom back, squealing, happy to hear a sound that was not the running of the river.
"There was something up there," Rose said, pointing excitedly towards the forest that led up to a mountain. "I saw some smoking coming out of there. Is it, maybe," She bit her lip. "Mr. Old Meanie? I thought he said he wouldn't come over to this side."
Hermione sighed, and brushed her hair out of her eyes. "Why don't we go up and check, sweetie?" She asked, setting her daughter on the ground and standing up. "We can also see if we can find you some food up there. I don't know about you, but I'm famished." To prove her point, her stomach chose that exact moment to growl loudly.
Rose giggled. "Mummy, your stomach talks funny!"
Hermione grinned and took her daughter's hand in hers. The two walked up the mountain, talking about Rose's favorite topic, rainbows and sparkly ponies, all the way.
Draco
Damn that Granger. There was no water whatsoever on this part of the island, only endless rows of banana trees. He had managed to make a stable tent, and had Scorpius go gather some wood in case they needed some fire tonight, though the temperature was still hot and there was no way he was going to roast bananas over a fire.
He had called his house elf, Mindy, whose name he really wanted to change because it reeked Astoria, and she had apparated into his tent. She said that she was under strict orders from Master Harry Potter sir, (Draco almost gagged) that she mustn't tell him or Mistress Hermione Granger, (Here, Draco did gag and the house elf looked at him curiously) where they were, or apparate them back. Wondering what Potter and Granger did to deserve the title of Master and Mistress, Draco reminded Mindy that she was still his elf and commanded her to bring him some food. She did, and returned with bananas, fleeing before Draco could throw it back in her face.
Draco sighed, running his hand through his hair as he sat in his tent. Life sucked, as he was reminded constantly by Scorpius the entire afternoon. Not only were there only freaking bananas, the sun shone right on this side. Was it possible that Granger had somehow read the moon to determine where the sun was going to shine the most, and then picked the opposite side? Why couldn't he have gotten stuck with someone stupid, like Scarhead or one of the Weasels?
"Father," came Scorpius's voice from outside the tent. Draco could detect a slight bit of panic in it. "I think you should probably come out and see this."
Sighing, he picked himself up from his comfortable position of sprawling on the floor, and headed outside. "What is it, Scorpius? It better be something good-"
He was met with the sight of Scorpius staring down at a girl about four years old, her hair colored blonde enough to look like a Malfoy, and her icy blue eyes were currently drilling holes into his head.
"Well, Scorpius," Draco drawled, breaking the silence. "You didn't tell me you made a new friend already."
Scorpius's cheeks colored slightly and he looked away. "She's not my friend, Father. She just appeared out of nowhere and kicked me."
"Did you now," Draco looked down at the girl, who had crossed her hands over her chest and was pouting up at him. "Tell me, little girl, what's your name?"
"I'm no little girl!" She yelled at him, kicking his shin. Draco winced, and Scorpius tried unsuccessfully to prevent a smirk from gracing his face. "My name is Julie, and this is my island! You can't be here! You thieves! You just want to take this away from me!"
"Where's your mommy, Julie?" Draco said, completely ignoring her.
"I don't have a mummy, you meanie!" Julie shouted. "I just have me, and my island, and my Teddy, and that's it! I'm not sharing anyone of those! So get off it, you meanies!"
Draco thanked the gods that Scorpius was never like that, or he might've just thrown his own son out on the streets. He bended down to eye level and held out his hand. The girl looked at it warily.
"Hello, Julie," Draco said smoothly, feeling Scorpius watching them curiously. "My name is Draco, and that's my son, Scorpius. We're not here because we want to be, but we were forced here by some very bad guys." Scorpius snickered. "Will you allow us to stay here? We have nowhere else to go," He put on his saddest face, and Scorpius burst out laughing. Draco turned and glared at his son.
Julie bit her lip and looked down. "I don't know," She said quietly, and much to Draco's pleasure, she had stopped yelling. It appeared that she had started taking pity on them, and while Draco didn't need any pity from four year old girls, he didn't fancy spending the next month getting chased off the island by her either.
"We'll take care of you," Draco promised. "I can be a daddy to you."
It was the wrong thing to stay, as the girl stomped her foot and went back to yelling. "I have a daddy!" She screamed. "I don't need someone to replace him! No one replaces my Teddy!"
"Teddy," Draco mused slightly. "Your daddy is a teddy bear. Right. I won't replace your teddy bear. I'm worth a thousand times it."
Julie stared at him, her mouth wide open. "My daddy is not a teddy bear-"
Scorpius rolled his eyes and said, grinning, "Don't worry, Draco will be your mommy."
Draco glared at his son, but before he could do anything, Julie's eyes lit up and she squealed, "Really? I'll get a mummy again then! Yay!" And she jumped into Draco's arms and hugged him, the man frozen solid in shock. The last time he had been hugged, it had been by a stranger on the street, and five seconds later, he had found his wallet missing.
Scorpius smirked and patted his father on his back. "Have fun with your daughter, Mum," He said. "I'll just be inside the tent."
Draco gave him a heated glare. "Scorpius, you are dead."
Hermione
"What do you know, it wasn't Malfoy," Hermione sighed, reaching a little cottage at the top of the mountain. It had contained objects from books to clothes to pots and pans, and she knew that Malfoy didn't have any of those. Rose had gone to find a berry bush, and upon inspection, Hermione could tell they weren't poisonous. They gathered some in a little basket that Hermione stole from the cottage, preparing to bring it back for dinner that night. "This cottage is nice, though. It has a bed and everything. There might be someone other than us living here. Maybe we have a ticket off the island."
"I wanna bed!" Rose squealed. "Mummy, let's live here."
Hermione couldn't help but sigh. "I wish we could," Hermione said sadly, staring at the bed. "But the person who lives here might come back. And I don't think they would appreciate us living in their house."
"You got that right, Granger," said a voice behind them. "Fancy meeting you here though. How do you like my house?"
She whirled around to see a very familiar face of a boy she knew, standing there in jeans and a hoodie, a smirk gracing his face. He raised one hand in a wave.
"No way," She muttered, and then met the grinning eyes of Theodore Nott.