AN: Hey, lovelies! Thanks for stopping by! Hope you guys had a good winter break, if you had one, that is. I will try to update this again on Thursday... By then, I think we will be able to see some of the adventure. DFTBA.

Their driver deposited them in front of a monstrous hotel/resort that had a doorman to greet you at the door. Draco did not bat an eye at the extreme wealth that surrounded them in the form of native plants that cost hundreds to maintain much less to purchase in the first place, but Hermione did not deny herself the luxury of looking around as if she was visiting Hogwarts for the first time again. Her traveling partner dragged her away from the display of tropical fish and checked in at the front desk. Hermione made eyes at the cute concierge across the way and tapped her nails against the marble counter.

The clerk helping Draco held out the keys. "You are in the penthouse, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy."

Draco started to clarify, "Oh, we're not marr-" but Hermione had not heard the slip up, now wandering over to the bejeweled elevators. Like I would marry her, Draco thought to himself as he signaled for a bell hop wearing a printed floral shirt to follow them. The boy pushed the luggage cart into the elevator, and Draco pushed the button while Hermione ogled the pool below them.

"There are dolphins in there, Draco! Look!"

The bell hop snickered, but Draco sent him a lava-hot glare before nodding his head at the brunette.

When the elevator reached the hallway in front of the penthouse, the bell hop moved to exit, but Draco dismissed him with a five dollar tip and wheeled the luggage cart out with Hermione riding on top. He inserted the key in the slot, and along with a green light, a computer screen lit up on the door.

"Welcome to the Chula Vista Resort," a voice said from an intercom on the wall while the computer screen swirled to reveal a parrot sitting on a perch on what looked to be a baech. "May I ask your names?"

"Draco and Hermione!" Hermione giggled, sliding off of the luggage and touching her nose to the parrot's.

"I see... I will be your personal butler during your voyage. Please call me Rocko. Anything you need, do not hesitate to ask." The bird nodded his head. Waves crept closer to him in the background, but other than a ruffle in his feathers from the wind, he did not flinch. "May I ask if you are friends of Mr. Zabini's?"

"We are," Draco muttered, trying the handle and finding it would not budge.

"Oh, just wait, Draco. I will open the door once we have been formally introduced. Just wait 'til we finish our small talk. Now, back to Mr. Zabini. I only ask because he was not shocked at the fact that I could talk either. Are you, by chance, wizards?"

"Yes, now if you will excuse, it was a long flight!"

"As you wish, Draco."

The door swung open, but Draco did not look inside before muttering, "Call me Mr. Malfoy."

Hermione was already ahead of him, rushing to the bed and jumping up and down before pulling back the curtain's as Draco shielded his eyes and opening the mini fridge with its COMPLIMENTARY sign and turning on the TV, flipping through the 500 channels.

"Would you settle down, Grainger? I have had enough stress for one day. You can sleep here, and I will sleep in the other bed."

"What other bed?" The TV changed from the default news channel to a live video of Rocko, still on his perch. "The penthouse only has one bed."

"What?" Draco roared, marching closer to the screen as Hermione stopped her jumping on the, apparently, only bed in the room.

"It only has one bed."

"I heard what you said! I want a second one!"

"Ooh," Rocko whispered as he lifted his left leg up in a demonstration of mild fear. "Are you one of those dysfunctional married couples? Here for some counseling? I hear a lot of people do that these days."

"We are not married!" Draco roared again, staring at Hermione who rolled her eyes and looked away.

"Not yet, right?"

"No, never!"

Leaning forward on his perch, Rocko asked, "Are you hearing this, Hermione. I think it's time you call a time out on this relationship."

She shook her head, smiling. "It's not a relationship, Rocko. We are just coworkers, and Mr. Zabini is one of our clients. He called us this morning to say that he was not able to go on this trip and gave us the tickets. Draco has had a long day," she added as the blond downed one of the bottles of Vodka from the fridge.

"Lights out," he snarled at Rocko.

"But it's only six o'clock, Mr. Malfoy!"

"Lights out!" The lights flickered off, but the sun still creeped in through the windows that Draco promptly shaded. However, a faint glow still illuminated the room. He did not even bother changing into pajamas before crawling under the blankets on the side of the bed opposite Hermione.

"This room is beautiful, Hermione murmured.

"Granger, please," Draco whined.

She stood up the bed and shook her finger at him. "No, no, just one minute. Look around! The walls are rainbow and the windows sparkle, they are so clean. These lights? Have feather accents on the sconces! And we have a talking Parrot butler. You can tell me that you are used to wealth because you grew up with it, but you cannot tell me that this does not amaze you."

"Tell me again in the morning, I am not in the mod right now."

He fell asleep, leaving Hermione to grab one of the keys and a book before heading back to the lobby and settling down among other travelers enjoying the beautiful view and happy hour including Hula dancers.