It was about sunset when Malfoy woke back up, he had jumped in his sleep and had woken himself up. He sighed and sat up straight and covered his face with his hands before sitting back in the seat.

"How far have we been on the road?" He asks. His voice sounding like he is still very tired.

"Um…couple of hours. Probably six." I say, not taking my eyes off the road.

"Six!" He whispers in an almost yelling way.

"Yeah, you've been asleep the whole time." I stated.

He rubs his eyes again, "Yeah, sorry I haven't been sleeping well lately." He says, I can tell it's a cover up but I buy it. He does have a lot on his mind and I'm sure he has been sleep deprived for the past couple of days.

He turned the air vents on him and reached for the air conditioning knob and turned up the air.

"It is so hot in here, isn't it?" He asks.

"I guess." I say and look at him, "But of course you still have your jacket on."

He smirks to himself realizing he did.

He unzips it and takes it off, reveling his Slytherin green shirt. It was short sleeve and reveled his Death Mark.

I took my eyes off of it and returned my attention to the road.

After about ten minutes of Draco nor I saying anything I glanced back over at him, he had his left forearm lying on his leg and traced the outline of his mark with his right fingers.

"You hungry?" I ask, trying to take his mind off of whatever he was thinking hard about.

He snaps out of his daydream, "Yeah, starving." he says looking out his window.

"What do you want?"

He only shrugs, "Whatever. Doesn't matter to me."

"Ok then." I say and take the first exit I saw.

An hour later we were sitting in a place that served anything. Draco bought it all, just like he said he would.

He had gotten some kind of chicken and French Fries. While I had only gotten a salad, for some reason I wasn't that hungry.

We had eaten in silence for about the first twenty minutes, until I looked up at him. He still looked like he was tired, and I couldn't figure it out hadn't he just taken a nap? 'Hopefully tonight he will sleep okay' I thought to myself.

"Ever been dancing?" I ask, trying to make small talk-which I hoped would work.

"Umm…yeah. My girlfriend and I went one time. Probably about a year ago. What about you? Weasel ever take you dancing?" He asked before taking a drink of his drink.

I peck at my salad with my fork, "Umm…no actually he never got around to it. We only lasted like two years after the war." I explain to him.

"Sorry to hear that."

Draco Malfoy just said sorry to me? Over nothing?

"Not a problem to be honest. But I always thought it looked like fun." I say, starting to sound like Luna.

"Well, I didn't have fun but Mae did. Seemed like it was the best thing she ever did." He paused for a second before saying, "But of course she had fun. She was dancing with Draco Malfoy."

I actually laughed a little to myself.

I guess he was starting to wake up.

We talked the rest of the time we ate I found out his girlfriend-Mae- he had met her about a year after the war. How happy she made him, and he made her happy. And all of the things that they did together, and how Draco could see them together for a long while. But about two years ago she had died.

He was very quiet about how she had died, but I didn't bother him about it.

"Well…want to stay on the road for a few more hours? Or go ahead and get a hotel?" I ask.

"Hmm…about go ahead and get a hotel." He offered.

"Sounds good to me." I say standing.

"Want me to drive?" He asks.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, just drive until I see the first hotel. Pull in and check in."

So I let him drive, and for someone who hated traveling by cars as much as he did, he was actually a good driver.

"You know Granger." He started to say, "I'm not a bad person." He started to say.

I looked over at him, but he kept his eyes on the road.

"I know." I say in a whisper but I knew he heard me.

"And sorry, that you had to give up a lot of stuff for this. You know you didn't have to. We both could have stayed in London and wondered about the streets and smell the fudge being made in the candy stores at Christmas and the feeling of the first winter day…" He said,

He kind of seemed to be talking more to himself than me, "Are you okay?" I ask him.

He smirks and laughs to himself, "Of course. Just thinking through childhood memories. Ones that make me happy."

"Well, Malfoy, you couldn't stay there. They would have found you eventually and killed you."

He doesn't say anything else to me, he only continues to stare at the road.

We didn't say anything until we parked in the parking lot of the hotel. He jumped out of the car before I even had a chance to take my seatbelt off. He went inside of the hotel. I decided to stay in the car, he would come back for the bags. So that's when I would follow him into the hotel.

And sure enough he came strolling out of the hotel, he actually looked like a man who knew what he was doing and was determined, and like he would stand out in a crowd of people. He actually looked very attractive walking back towards the car.

He opened my door and handed me a room key, "Here you go. Room 251." He said handing it to me.

I took it from his hands and he walked around and opened the trunk and grabbed his bags. Or I thought he did. Until I climbed out of the car I realized he had grabbed my bags.

I walked up to him, "Umm…Draco?" I say.

I realized it was the first time I had used his first name.

He looked up at me, "Yeah?"

"You do know that those are my bags, right?" I ask.

"Of course I do. I'm not color blind. The gentleman thing to do would be take them up to your room."

"I just need that one and that one." I say pointing them out to him. He takes them out and starts walking towards the hotel. I follow behind him. We walk past the front desk, the receptionist is behind the counter. She glances up at Draco and grins, he doesn't notice, but then she saw me and lost the grin and only smiled, a forced smile. I follow Draco to the elevator and we go up to the second floor and to my room.

I use my room key to open the door and I walk into my room and Draco followed putting my bags on the only bed in the room.

He walked out of my room and to the hallway shutting my door behind him.

I only stare at the door for a few seconds before walking towards it. I realized that I needed to know what room he was in.

In the hallway I caught a glimpse of him stepping into the elevator. I sped walked down the hallway catching the door before it closed. Draco had his hands in his pockets and was looking down at his feet, or he was until the door opened back up.

He looked up at me, "Thought I left you in your room." He says.

"Yeah, you did." I say jumping into the elevator so that the door may close. I stood beside him.

"Actually. I wanted to say sorry and thank you." I say. He looks over at me and seems surprised.

"Sorry for what?" He asks. He seems completely obvious to what I'm talking about.

"For saying if you stayed there you would be killed."

It wasn't until the doors opened back up that he spoke again, "Hey, just don't worry about it kay? It's not a big deal." He says while walking backwards out of the elevator.

I follow him-but walking straight.

"I forgot to also ask you. What room are you in?"

"253. Right next door."