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Sorry. Some Ron/Hermione bullshit going on in here. But the more difficult, the
better! I'd like to see Hermione cheat on Ron.
The Caribbean
By Draco's Concubines
Chapter 2 (by poopookachoo)
Hermione grunted as she landed on Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, and pushed her cart through the thin crowd. She looked hastily for a professor. Any professor. She had been given instructions to find Professor McGonagall, who would give her the remaining details on their one-week trip.
"Oy! Hermione!" yelled a familiar voice. She smiled when she recognized the voice and looked to her right. Sure enough, she spotted a tall, lanky mass of red hair and hand-me-down robes, next to a shorter, but buffer Gryffindor grinning brightly. Hermione's eyes lit up and she waved.
Splitting a path for herself through the crowd to get to her two best friends, Hermione had knocked someone over. Without looking at whom it was, and keeping her eyes on her target, she apologized, "Sorry!" Finally making it to Harry and Ron, and greeted Harry with an enormous hug.
"Oof, Hermione…you may be choking me," Harry croaked. Hermione laughed with a smile.
"Sorry about that, Harry. You know how I am! I'm just so glad you guys came here to say goodbye!" Hermione let go of him and smiled brightly at Ron, who had opened his arms expectantly. Hermione embraced him possessively, and turned her head upwards, taking Ron's lips with her own.
The previous year, she and Ron had confessed their feelings, and started dating. It was certainly not a surprise among other students, much less Harry. Over the summer, their only means of communication was the muggle phone, and owling, making them miss one another more and more. As for Ron, his emotions for her grew stronger, and had by then convinced himself that he was in love with Hermione.
Hermione had given Ron so much…easily including her coveted virginity. Someone had spiked her cup one dinner, and Hermione was drunk the rest of the evening. As for Ron, he easily gave in. But since then, they had only had sex once. Once she had broken through puberty, Hermione's appearance had changed for the better in the eyes of nearly every male in Hogwarts. Her hair remained with simple, dark-brown wave, which she often tied back.
Hermione was oblivious to the control of hormones aside from Ron's and her own. Ron stayed lanky and grew to be 6'4 by sixteen years old. His long nose accented his face, and his freckles continued to compliment his hair, which was still very red.
Ron's hands were running up and down Hermione's side, and their lips lingered for a full five seconds before they heard Harry clear his throat. "Um, Hermione…" Hermione turned her head and standing next to Harry was a stern-looking Professor McGonagall.
"Oh, shi --- Hi, Professor McGonagall! I was just looking for you!" Hermione said cheerfully, letting go of Ron and brushing her robes.
"I'm sure you were, Ms. Granger. I just wanted to let you know that the students going on the one-week trip will be meeting in the fifth compartment from the back of Hogwarts Express. There, I will give you more details," the professor said importantly.
"Thank you, professor, I'll be their in five minutes," Hermione replied. Professor smiled and walked away.
Harry opened his mouth slightly, but Ron spoke first. "Hermione! She just saw us…"
Hermione crinkled her face and slapped her hand to her forehead. "Damnit! I know. Sorry. I wonder who the other --- " before Hermione had finished her sentence, she was interrupted by a hand roughly turning her around by her shoulder and giving a loud and painful slap across the face.
Hermione toppled over, and there was a loud uproar from the Gryffindors. As predicted, it was the manifested Draco Malfoy who had slapped Hermione. "Don't you ever knock me over, you mudblood filth!" Draco voiced at the ground.
"Malfoy? Is that why you slapped me? You immature, temperamental bastard!" Hermione's reply to her comment earned her a strong kick in the ribs from Draco's boots. By now, Ron and Harry started pushing Draco, knowing Hermione could take care of herself in terms of standing back up. She pulled on the Harry and Ron's robes, forcing them to stop shoving Draco. "Piss off, Malfoy!" Hermione glared, and watched as Malfoy turned around and pushed his way away.
"Something's different about Malfoy…" Harry muttered, staring at the blonde head move through the crowd.
"You're referring to the lack of Crabbe and Goyle…am I right?" Hermione pointed out, disgruntled. Harry nodded and started to push his way towards the Hogwart's Express, with Ron then Hermione following. Stepping onto the scarlet train, Hermione hugged Ron and Harry. "I'll see you guys later at the Sorting Ceremony!" Waving by, Hermione walked past the compartments, counting by one from the end of the train.
Just before she turned into the correct compartment, Draco surprised her with his presence. "Move over, Malfoy. I'm not putting up with any of you half-minded shit this year," Hermione remarked acidly. Draco smirked grandly.
"Oh, but you are!" he said, contently happy.
"What the hell are you tal --- oh shite. Don't tell me you gave the school another chunk of payment to go on this trip, you rich, ignorant dickass! I was hoping you were just here to wreak havoc and nothing more." Hermione spat. Draco frowned and suddenly wrung his hand around Hermione's neck, pinning her to the compartment door.
"Wrong, you little wench. I earn every…bloody…thing I get. Don't make assumptions about a person you know nothing about." Releasing Hermione, Draco opened the compartment door and pushed past Hermione.
Counting to ten in her head, Hermione thought to herself, "Malfoy's awfully violent this year...that wanker." She walked through the door, and instantly noted that the compartment was rather small. To her left was Professor McGonagall, and two seventh years squeezed in right next to her, making it obvious there was no other room. To her right was Draco, staring angrily at the other two students with his arms crossed. With no other seating options, Hermione was forced to sit either next to Draco, or on the floor, which was currently occupied by a spilled box of Bernie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.
Cautiously sitting down, Hermione gave as much space between her and Draco as possible (and that was only a fraction of a centimeter) and smiled at Professor McGonagall, who began talking.
"So as you know," she began in her buisness-like tone. "That you four have earned a vacation of one week on a cruise going from Florida, USA into the Caribbean, starting tomorrow. We have a port key set up about an hour away from Hogwarts. Mind you, the cruise ship will be with muggles --- "
"WHAT?!" Draco exclaimed. "Blasphemy! They have no right to leave us with a mob of fu --- "
"Mister Malfoy! Please calm yourself and let me finish!" Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and continued. "The cruise ship will be full of muggles, thus, there is absolutely no magic to be practiced, no word of your knowledge, and you must be able to blend in. Being the top students, I doubt this will be a problem. You will each be allowed your own rooms, for which you alone are responsible for keeping tidy.
"Now, what I'm about to say was absolutely not a decision, but due to financial issues and was the only option available. No professor will be there; you four are on your own. With that said, I trust that your top grades have given you the knowledge to not…goof around as if there are no behavioral expectations. Your meals are already paid for, although you must have your own muggle American dollars to pay for snacks or souvenirs and the likes. On the cruise there'll be gift shops, bars, clubs, and other recreational activities.
"That's all I have to say as of now, and I hope you will have fun!" Professor McGonagall finished with a smile, standing up and walking out of the compartment. The two people across from Hermione and Draco had scooted over the professor's previous spot and gasped for breath. One was a boy Hermione had recognized from the Ravenclaw quidditch team, the other being an anonymous girl (who strongly resembled a man with her masculine features and near-mustache) she assumed was from Hufflepuff.
Ten minutes on the train had passed, and Hermione already learned she hated all three of the people going on the cruise. The Ravenclaw boy, Travis Horter, was a self-centered, pompous bastard who cared for nothing more than quidditch, and his erection and had already twice hit on Hermione. The manly-girl, Yolanda Memp, was an immature Hufflepuff who fancied Travis Horter (a fact Hermione insinuated from her incessant flirting), and Justin Timberlake (according to her hand, on which "I Heart Justin Timberlake" was written with a black-ink pen). And Hermione had already hated Draco to begin with, so that was out of the question.
Another fifteen minutes later, it was entirely silent, with Travis and Yolanda sleeping and snoring. Draco was leaning against the window and staring. With nothing better to do, Hermione stared at Draco, wondering amazingly how he's remained so pale for so long. She pondered quietly why he was looking struck with nostalgia but just looking out the window like that; all it was was the sun just before it was setting.
Of course, realizing this, Hermione began to stare at the scene as well. "Beautiful," she had to admit drowsily.
"What is?" Draco asked absentmindedly.
"The sky…" Hermione muttered in return, hoping this wouldn't bring her into a civilized conversation with Draco. Ron and Harry would die of shock, and what would that do for her?
But, woe to her, Draco said, "There's one thing we can agree on."
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