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Chapter Seven: The Seer's Vision
So this was Hawaii—the clear vibrant sky, the swaying tall palm trees, the fine sparkling sand, the blue calm sea and hot radiant sun. Everything in this island was very pleasing to our Gryffindor princess. And she was very sure that this vacation would be more relaxing if she was with other person and fortunately not with her cold, cruel, arrogant and fame-hungry husband. Ew, even the 'husband' word made Hermione's stomach rumble with great disgust.
"What's that?" Draco asked out of confusion as the obnoxious Hermione unpacked tons of book from her luggage. Luckily, they were checked-in in an exquisite hotel that was located in front of the breathtaking beach. Unluckily, they were checked-in one room and Hermione was forced to stay with Draco in a reasonable reason that it was their honeymoon. Honeymoon, for Merlin's sake, Hermione couldn't believe that she would be having it with the gruesome Draco Malfoy.
"Books. Never heard of them?" Hermione answered defiantly.
Draco gracefully walked nearer to her with his muscular arms crossed across his chest as his cold gray eyes piercing her with disgusted looks.
"Yes, I heard that they were the very reason why Hermione Granger got no fucking life." He threw back as he heavily sat on the white couch.
"I got life." Was all Hermione could say as she unpacked all of her clothes and settled them carefully on the large wooden wardrobe.
" Yes, you got a boring one." He replied as he obliviously opened a can of soda.
"Shut up, Ferret!" Hermione snapped back as she stood up furiously with her fist balled out of growing anger.
"That's why you accepted the deal, right? To make your life a little exciting? " Draco calmly replied while looking intensely at Hermione's hazel eyes, searching for the hidden truth.
"No, it's not. It's the money." Hermione greatly lied trying not to break their intense eye contact but she miserably failed.
"Really, the girl who stayed for a low-salary job in the ministry of magic for five years for the sake of her stupid philosophy about elves care about money?" He calmly reasoned out looking intensely in her brown eyes with his cold gray ones that Hermione felt the coldness beneath the depth of his eyes.
"Then why did the young famous and rich quidditch player desperately want a wife?" She questioned instead of reply to his convulsing question that was exhibiting the great truth.
"Because he's fame hungry." He answered with an annoying serene expression that somehow said 'I don't care.'
"More of like, freedom hungry." Hermione said more to herself as she went back to settling her clothes.
"Freedom from what, Granger?" Draco, now piqued with curiosity asked.
"From your father." Hermione murmured as she searched for her sunglasses in her much occupied luggage. And then out of the sudden, Hermione heard Draco's sarcastic laugh.
"Really, wife, that's what you think?" Draco replied with a sudden sweetness in his voice then he walked gracefully to Hermione and gently kissed her on the forehead. "See you in the beach when you're done with that, my love."
And then he was suddenly out of the door that Hermione's very thankful with because every unfortunate circumstances that they were together, a war suddenly starts. Perhaps, they're like light and darkness, one couldn't exist with the other.
What a very good place for a honeymoon but not a good place to be with a boring person like Hermione. Draco bet that she was currently reading those tons of book in their hotel room while he was sitting on a wooden bench in front of the sea with his usual sunglasses on. He was taking a swig of cold iced beer when a woman with an hourglass figure in a bikini walked attractively towards him. Her stunning red hair dancing with the gushing wind while her eyes matched the color of the sea.
"Hello there, handsome." She flirtatiously greeted as he smiled at her. "Can I join you?"
He just nodded and let her took the seat beside him.
"So, this is not the place to be alone." She said to him as she repetitively drew circles on his chest then her face got nearer and nearer to him, pursuing a kiss and then he was pursued until she unfortunately came, ruining the perfect moment, just like always.
"I hate to break it to you, but he's not alone. Right my love?" Hermione told to the red-haired beauty, clutching a book on her hand.
Then the redhead turned to her waiting for his ominous response. He just answered showing her his wedding ring that he wished he didn't wear at all. The redhead then, looked furiously at him then at Hermione then ragingly walked away.
"Perfect timing Hermione." Draco spat as he casted Hermione one of his coldest stare.
"Yeah it is. Perfect timing for cheating right, my chick-magnet husband?" She teased him as she tousled his soft blonde hair.
"You can't blame me, you should blame her." He replied as he put an arm around her shoulder.
"I blame no one." She replied back as she affectionately touched his warm hand.
Then the pretending began as they walked hand in hand in the beach, feeling the fine sand on their feet, having great fun with their stupid game.
"Got bored in the hotel room, my love?" Draco asked with fake sweetness in his sultry voice.
"No, I just followed my instincts. They told me my husband was cheating." Hermione replied as she dug her feet in the fine sparkling sand making sure that the people passing could hear her.
"But you were wrong timing, my love." Draco said as he caressed her soft tainted cheeks, ignoring the fact that curioused people were trying to catch a glimpse of the cheating husband.
"You should get used to it." She answered sweetly as she touched his soft pale cheeks too. Participating in his stupid games.
"I really should." He said as he drew his luscious lips nearer to hers but Hermione quickly rejected it. As a result, Draco ran his hand on his platinum blond hair out of rigid frustration. "I think, I should get more beer." He said as he shook the empty can of beer clutched in his hand.
When five minutes already passed, Hermione got really bored. She settled into a bench then began reading her book—Decameron. It contained a hundred short stories and Hermione decided to read the story of Griselda, the poor meek ultimate martyr Griselda. Although Hermione idolized Griselda for her undying love and incredible patience, Hermione got no plans to follow her steps-To be a martyr for her husband. And she dearly promised it on Merlin's grave and to her fake rich husband who was now surprisingly carrying a surfboard.
"Is that what they call beer in Hawaii?" Hermione sarcastically asked as she closed her thick book then looked right to Draco.
"This is called a surfboard, Granger. S-U-R-F-B-." Draco then, sarcastically answered with his blond hair stunning and glowing under the steamy sun.
"I know what it is, Ferret. And for Merlin's sake stop calling me Granger. We're married remember?" Hermione replied while showing him her ring-studded finger.
"Oh. Fine, Mrs. Malfoy." He clarified as he walked gracefully to her with his arm clad with the surfboard then used his free hand to kiss Hermione's protesting knuckles. What a perfect husband he was, glad he was entirely and fortunately fake.
After that, he fiercely challenged the big galloping waves with his surfboard. A group of beautiful women with enviable hourglass figure in a bikini were intensely watching Draco with their bottle of red wine. They were probably admiring Draco but our Gryffindor princess was doing the exact opposite. If Hermione could be bailed for wanting the waves to win over her oh-so-charming husband then perhaps she would be life sentenced. Sadly, her husband was riding the big waves with a natural ease. Due to that vexing truth, Hermione decided to continue her reading. Meanwhile, Draco who wanted to impress Hermione was quite disappointed to see her picking her book over him so he walked near her, having a brilliant plan in his brilliant mind.
"Are you tired, love?" She asked sweetly and entirely sounding fake as she stood up to meet him.
"Yes, but a kiss will replenish me." He replied dearly while smiling so sweetly to her, the kind of smile that Hermione believed signals danger.
"Oh love, how sweet of you but the phenomenal answer is no." Hermione answered defiantly as she walked away from him. The zealous Draco who was very determined to get the crap out of Hermione followed her then asked…
"What's that book, love?" Draco asked with his fake sweet voice and that made Hermione wagered with curiosity because she was sure Draco didn't care about books. Just when she could throw an insult to this annoying ferret, Draco grabbed the poor book and surprisingly threw it in the vast sea. Oops.
"My bad." He innocently said. That made the furious Hermione want to Avada Kedavra him, gladly she still had her better judgment contained in her head. So, if you could call saving a book from the sea stupid, you can call Hermione that, for the first time.
Hermione removed her sundress which revealed that she was wearing a black bikini and Draco couldn't help but admire her hourglass body. For that very reason, Draco congratulated and scolded himself for getting the crap out of Hermione and for actually perceiving Hermione, the nerd shabby Hermione, sexy.
Before Draco could stop Hermione from actually saving a precious book's life, Hermione swam in the sea without even considering the fact that a really big wave was coming. Then she was nowhere to be found.
"Granger!" Draco shouted hoping to hear her response but nothing came.
Then the big wave crashed on the shore.
"Granger!" Draco shouted once again, practically running and half swimming to the middle of the sea. "Granger! Granger! Herrmione!" Draco called for her again and again and again was catching his breath and was trying to catch up with the rate of his heartbeat.
"I thought I won't ever hear you call me that." She then finally answered.
Annoying. Stupid. Scumbag. Mudblood.
Surprisingly she was safe, now annoyingly wiggling her wet book on the air as if to announce that she somehow had won their battle.
"You. Annoying. Berk. Imbecile. Woman!" Draco breathed his face accented with anger.
"Thanks for that wonderful insults. You. Fame-hungry. Slimy. Filthy Rich. Spoiled-brat. Who-actually-care-about-me." Hermione said with a teasing smile sprawled on her face.
Draco, in return just kicked off his foot out of morbid frustration. Instead of getting the crap out of her, she got the crap out of him. Now, he didn't even know what to do in their nightmarish honeymoon.
Hermione was very much tired. Tired from walking on the beach with the wordless Draco who looked pretty much pissed, perhaps because of her being an unhesitant lifeguard for a book but it was his fault, wasn't it? She should be the angry one, right? For she was the one who spent strenuous hours of drying up the book with her reliable wand and a reliable spell. Gladly, she succeeded, as if she doubted she wouldn't.
The night came and Hermione readied herself for bed but she couldn't be more surprised when she saw Draco, who was half-naked, lying comfortably on the bed.
"Really Hermione, you chose to wear pajamas on her honeymoon?" He asked with a tone of insult in his voice while throwing a head-to-toe look on her.
"It's comfortable and... safe." She answered as she crossed her arms across her chest. Draco smiled, the smile that signaled danger. Great danger.
"Safe from what Granger?" Draco asked trying to look oblivious although the smile on his face showed that he knew what she exactly meant.
"Nothing." Hermione nervously replied, her arms crossed protectively across her chest. Draco just smiled teasingly at her as if perceiving her nervousness as a form of entertainment. "I'm sleepy."
"Me too." Draco replied while surveying Hermione with his cold gray eyes while there was an annoying smile on his face.
"Well then, you better settle to the sofa so that I can sleep in the bed." Hermione said as she cuddled her pillow.
"Sofa?" Draco asked looking slightly amused as Hermione sat on the corner of the bed.
"Yes, you don't know what that mean?" She said incredulously. "Now go, like a perfect gentleman would do."
"Your kind of gentleman offers the bed instead of accompanying you?" Draco questioned sweetly while running his hand on his platinum blond hair.
"Exactly. Now go." Hermione ordered him but he just raised a blond eyebrow on her.
"You're acting like a virgin. Are you, love?" Draco ridiculously asked while trying to suppress a teasing smile.
"It's not your business. Now go! I want to sleep!" Hermione exclaimed waiting endlessly for him to go but he just looked at her, observing every inch of her.
"You are. It's our honeymoon, love. Don't you want to change your status?" Draco questioned once again his sweet and sultry voice while his gray eyes were kind of inviting, as they always were.
"It's none of your business! And, and... I'm not a prostitute , you stupid ferret!" Hermione furiously exclaimed unintendedly threw her pillow on Draco out of rigid anger.
"Thanks for that sweet gesture my love." Draco told her while stretching his pale muscular arms that were highlighted by the lamp in the nightstand then drew his face nearer to Hermione that she could felt his hot breaths on her face. "Well, just to inform you, this kind of invitation is just a once in a lifetime."
"That's a very good news! Now, go!" Hermione commanded bossily as she mercilessly threw Draco insulting looks.
"To that sofa? Are you kidding me, Granger?" Draco protested as he inched away his face from the hateful Hermione then lie his head against his crossed arms. "I never slept in that thing and never in my life will I."
"You're quite a gentleman aren't you, Ferret? A perfect gentleman." Hermione sarcastically spat.
"Yes I am, given that I'm inviting you to sleep in this bed with me." Draco calmly answered, looking at Hermione with his cold gray eyes that looked entirely black in the slightest darkness.
"Just so you know, I would rather share my bed with-" Hermione was cut off when Draco violently drew near her that he was almost at top of her with just the support of his muscular arms to drew his body an inch away from her's.
Hermione looked paper white as Draco capture her with his cold inviting eyes, drowning her hazel one. Her shallow breaths was a sign that she was taunted, he wished. Her breaths were hot on Draco's skin that he had a sudden delightful urge to kiss her just for pleasure, at least. But her hazel eye's were full of avid rage that were quietly shouting that if she had a chance, she would willingly curse him. But our Slytherin prince thought that her curse could wait so he further his taunting. He drew his face nearer to her that their noses were slightly touching. Then, Draco decided to advance his sweet revenge by kissing her neck and he was waiting for a moan or any sign that she was pleasured but what he got was...
"Draco!" And that was the first time he heard her call him that. He didn't know they are on first-name basis already. Was that a sign she was pleasured? But it was more of like a nervous cry.
"I think you better sleep. Goodnight." He suggested as he exhaled her feminine flowery scent that was lingering in her neck than he kissed her forehead very gently then grabbed his shirt then walked out of the hotel room. Then Hermione was free to breath, at last.
Morning came and Hermione was woke up by his strong musky masculine scent. But even when she was awake she didn't have the slightest urge to open her stubborn eyes. It was her mere fault perhaps to decide to share the bed with him and trust him even what happened last night. But did she really trust him even when she got her wand ready under her pillow? Perhaps not. Trust was one of the thing that won't ever occur between them. Ever.
She sucked his deliberate scent once again then decided to open her eyes. And what she saw blinded her. Her body was incredibly tangled with his, her legs and arms were like serpent greedily twisting with his body. This might be a nightmare, or so she wished.
"Good morning, love. Had a nice sleep?" Draco asked with an apparent teasing in his voice, he was delighted of course. He just shared the bed with a virgin. "I shouldn't ask you that, it was quite obvious."
Then he surprisingly played with her morning hair that Hermione was sure looked messy and bushy and loathsome. Hermione then, decided to play in his games since there's no turning back from the shame she just gained. So, she smoothed his platinum blond hair that was surprisingly sleek and soft then proceeded on touching his soft pale cheeks.
"Yes my love. Now I should go to the bathroom and puke." She replied as she thankfully untangled her body with his. She then took a bath and prepared herself for a wonderful day once again that she hoped would be bearable at least. When she was ready she patiently waited for Draco while proceeded on reading her worn book-Decameron. He then disturbingly got out from the bathroom, his rosemary shampoo and some exquisite soap mingled with the air. Hermione turned to him to throw another insult when she saw that he was just wrapped in a white towel. So, his seduction exploration continues?
"Won't you be decent enough to wear clothes?" Hermione turned away from him and awkwardly continued on her drawing as she felt him draw nearer to her.
"Reading that book again, love?" He sweetly asked as his breath numbed Hermione's neck.
"Yes, Obviously? Now, I'm hungry." She exasperatedly said as she turned to him but regretted it later. Why did she have to be affected with his proximity with her? Yes, she was a virgin but she never been affected with male's proximity ever in her entire life.
"Breakfast can wait. I'm sure." He replied still continuing on his evil plans to taunt her or perhaps just to seduce her so that he could win in their deal. So that's why, but he was definitely wrong to believe that he could win over her.
"I'm just really hungry." Hermione replied as she stood up and hugged him by the neck. Draco just acquired a glint in his eyes. Now she was fully participating in their games, the games they called who would fall in love first. Stupid wretched games.
They just got off from a Hawaiian restaurant with pushy people who unfortunately knew they were newlywed from a merciless unknown source. So, they insisted on making them participate with the restaurant's dancers hula where Hermione was forced to wear a cute hula outfit consisted of a grass skirt, a flower necklace they called lei, an anklet and wristlet and a headdress. While the unfair Draco was only obliged to wear a headdress, wristlet, anklet and lei. Hermione could also say that he was the most stubborn of them two given that he required all of the people in the restaurant to say encouraging words and do encouraging action before he stood up and participate in the dance. Although to other people, they looked entirely cute and adorable, to Draco they looked entirely shameful but the good thing was, they were in this together except that she was enjoying and smiling throughout the dance.
Now, they were in a cozy souvenir shop near the beach and Draco was truly absorbed by surfboards that Hermione bet he was weighing if he should buy them all because he spent several minutes touching it, asking the shop's assistant then go on to the other surfboard. Hermione got bored and got out of the shop with her book in her arm, she could successfully defeat boredom. She was about to walk to a bench in front of the shop when a woman called to her.
"Lady." She said and Hermione turned to her. She was an old local woman wearing a blue shirt and a very long flowery skirt sitting on another wooden bench. "Yes, you."
Hermione then walked near her thinking that she just needed help or something but she was proven wrong. The old woman instantly began to shuffle her deck of cards. And Hermione who was probably confused and curioused at the same time not bothering to leave and instead watched her to do it.
"You are an extraordinary lady with an incredible secret talent that no commoner should know without the consent of your government." She began with her heavy accent and Hermione was surprised to hear what she said. She could really read her cards well. She was about to stand up and to walk away with her, afraid to reveal the magical world's secrets when the old woman touched her hand. "No, wait. I can assure you your secret's safe with me. I've already met magical people like you, even one of your former minister himself." Hermione was stopped by that and just nodded to tell her to continue, hoping she was telling the truth.
"You and that athlete, I mean that tall blond man there all in black are newlyweds." She continued as she consulted Hermione to verify if she was correct. Yes she was. She should have been their divination professor and not the crazy Trelawney who was a avid fan of omen and deaths. "And your marriage were bonded by an agreement. An agreement to pretend, to lie, to deceive and to control. Money..."
To pretend, to lie, to deceive and to control, to control their hearts. She was entirely correct and accurate. Hermione nodded trying to hide the embarrassed expression written on her face. She looked at Draco who was still observing the surfboards, she was glad he wouldn't hear all of these.
"Plays a major and at the same time minor part in your marriage. It will keep you together and will keep you apart at the same time. So, lady I advice you be warm to him as much as you can because only you can melt his icy heart." She told Hermione as she laid a concern hand on Hermione's shoulder.
Hermione couldn't accept that part. How could she be good and kind to him when he was the accurate and perfect definition of cruel? Besides, insulting him and fighting with him were the only things their so-called marriage was kind of exciting. The old woman then began to shuffle her cards again.
"You are intelligent and warm-hearted while he is talented and cold. But what you don't see lady is that he doesn't know he's on a mission. A mission to change and in that change you're his main weapon. All the feelings in his heart like disgust, hate, and redemption will invest into a love. Remember, there's a thin line between hate and love."
Love? If that's even possible for him to feel. Perhaps, it is, but not for her.
"Oh." The old woman said with a sweet smile stretched on her face. Hermione thought she was very peculiar indeed. Should she be thankful that the cards read good fortune to her, maybe? "Of course. Bending roads, authorizes time, and moving people."
"What?" Hermione asked out of confusion of what she just said.
"Kismet. Destiny." She answered with a smile in her face. "The emptiness that you felt in your life and in your heart would now be filled. And that wonderful ring don't ever lose that, it'll be forever yours to keep! You two will be both losers and winners in your games and if love is what you're finding then look in front of you."
Then Hermione completely engrossed with what she heard that she hoped were just lies turned to see Draco carrying a large surfboard. Love? She didn't see love. She see disgust, hate and everything bad she could barely describe. Draco smiled that fake sweet smile again at her then turn to the old woman and just nodded as if to be courteous. He had manners? What a surprise.
"By the way, it's free. Congratulations, destiny pushed you to the right one! " She whispered to Hermione before she dug her hand in her pocket to search for cash then even if Hermione couldn't and wouldn't believe half of what she said she muttered the words...
"Thank you." Then Draco pulled her by hand and led her to the beach.
"Who was that?" Draco asked her through his black sunglasses.
"None of your business." She answered quietly studying his handsome face.
Mission? What mission, to gain fame, to become richer, to destroy her?
Emptiness? Yes, she was, but Draco couldn't be its cure.
And this ring? Hermione was willing enough to throw it in the sea anytime.
Destiny? She didn't believe in it.
Love? Not to be found in Draco. Never. It's impossible.
"It is when she addressed me as the right one." Draco answered as she indulged his cold gray eyes. And Hermione can reassure the old lady that she couldn't see love in those gray vacant eyes, it was impossible, like trying to build fire out of snow. Helpless.
Right one? Definitely not.
There. Now, I can breath. :)
Happy Easter to all of you! :) I hope you had a wonderful Holy week! :) So this is chapter 7 and I know it took centuries but here it is. :) I sincerely hope you like it! This was the hardest chapter to write! So here it is.. :)
I must admit that this chapter was the hardest to write. Idk why.
Perhaps because I have no experience of Hawaii. o.O
And there was kind of pressure since HermioneMartinez is on Hawaii (I hope you enjoy and TC!)
and I hope I got the descriptions right or slightly appropriate atleast. hehe.
well readers, thanks for your support! You don't know how you inspire me so much
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See how Hermione can cope on living with Draco. :)
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