Chapter Three ((finally) by hermioneG89)
Draco finally dosed off to sleep. And mind you, it was a very light sleep. Every snore that came from Travis or Yolanda would stir him. And that made him pissed. Draco was having a very pleasant dream. And that dream was about one sexy, female. Along with the lines of dialogue such as, "Mmmm, Draco, that's it, I like it like that," etc.
Hermione struggled to get her travel luxurious out of her bag, what with a fraction of a centimeter between Draco, and about a foot between her and they snoring lumps. She finally had maneuvered herself so she could reach into her bag, but her buttocks was slightly resting on Draco's thigh. Which he noticed. With relish. Hermione grabbed her cobalt blue CD player out of her bag, and readily grabbed a CD. The Beacon Street Collection-No Doubt. Genuine old-school SKA!! She blasted the sound, not caring if anyone heard it. But only Draco did.

"Whatcha listening to?" He asked groggily.

"No Doubt. Why do you care?" Hermione repiled

"It sounds cool. Can I listen?"

Hermione handed him the cd player

Kiss me over and over forever and ever my love
Kiss me all over and over forever and ever my love
The love I have for you
Makes me blind I can't see
The love I have for you
Cuts my throat I can't speak
The love I have for you makes me numb
I can't feel
The love I have for you makes me numb
I can't feel
But boy, oh boy, oh boy
I love you
Completely, yeah

"Can I have it back now?"

"What was that?" The music made Draco wide awake. The lady singing actually sounded cool, for being American and Muggle.

"Stricken." Hermione stopped the CD, and put it back into her purse. She grabbed a couple of bandaids, and some ointment and walked out of the compartment.

Hermione walked down the hallway until she found her destination. The bathroom. Thank Gawd for a mirror! She thought. Hermione pulled down her pants a little, and removed the bandage on her lower hip.

"Damn, it still hurts." Hermione earlier that summer had gotten a tattoo. Written in neatly scrolled letters, Éloquence was surrounded by ivy. Hermione wiped the ointment and rubbed it onto the tatt. She shivered when the cold liquid hit the open wound. Hermione carefully put the bandage back on, and pulled her pants back on.

"Every six hours for two weeks, my ass," She mumbled to herself. Pocketing the bandaids No new cuts, she walked back to the compartment, bracing herself for what was inside.

"You just missed McGonagall, Hermione," Travis said, "She said , over the wonderful talking thingies above us, that we'd be at the portkey in less than an hour."

"Wonderfullness. Can't wait," Hermione said, with sarcasm of course.

Draco looked up and then looked back down. He thought it might have been his dream lover. You never know. He finally noticed that everyone had taken off their robes, (except him) and out them above them on the gay rack. Yolanda was wearing a stupid canary yellow shirt with a picture of man with curly hair that said "Justin T.", and really ugly, purple pants. Travis was wearing, or not wearing, whatever your opinion, a ripped wife-beater, and baggy jeans. Really baggy jeans. And his boxers and pictures of women in martini glasses. Yes, oh so very classy. Draco himself thought he looked classy, but still…. Draco-ish, lack for a better word. A white shirt underneath his green over shirt covered his chest, with some nice jeans on his legs. Oh yeah…..so different.

Hermione sat back down. Her dark blue jeans fit her nicely, Draco's groin noticed. A red spaghetti strapped shirt adorned her shoulders, covered by a nice white, painter's shirt. And Draco's groin noticed her chest, and noticed some more, and more, and more, and more…until-

"Draco, will you stop staring at my chest? It's making me uncomfortable," Hermione noticed, and will to make him uncomfortable too.

"I-uh,---I--I wasn't staring at your chest. My gro- uhhh- yeah."

"Yeah," heavy "sigh", "right," Hermione said, "Does anyone know where my bag is? I've looked under the seat, but it's not there,"

"OH!" Yolanda said, with a mannish, monotone tone to her voice, "I looked for one of the old N'SYNC cds in your cd case, and I couldn't find one, so I put it on the rack,"

"uhhh, okay," Hermione grimaced. The mannish pursun, not person, pursun, touched her stuff. Well, Hermione thought, I could make Draco very, very, uncomfortable since the rack is above his head… Hermione schemed.

Standing up, Hermione "struggled" to get her hand on the rack. She positioned herself so she was directly in front of Draco, and when I say directly I mean point blank in front of him. The only bad thing was Travis had full access to her butt. Hermione slightly leaned over as she felt around the rack. She found her stuff, but delibralty did not pull it out.

"I think I got it," she sighed, and pulled out----a package of condoms.

"I think these are yours, Travis?"

"Yeah, just in case, ya' know?"

"…….yyyyeaaaahhhh"

Hermione continued to rummage around. 10 minutes later, Draco's groin was becoming a problem so he was about to excuse himself to the bathroom.

"I'm going to the loo," He said, trying to getup. Hermione waited till he was almost standing, and then leaned a lot over, pressing herself against Draco.

"I got it!!" She triumphantly grinned as she saw the grimace on Draco's face. Hermione sat back down, as Draco left to "do his business."

Stupid groin, stupid hormones. Gawd, I need horny help Draco went to the bathroom, and walking awkwardly do to the bulge in his pants, finally made it to the bathroom. Splashing his face with water, and thinking of Yolanda, his groin finally seized to be a pain in the ass. Taking a few minuets to compose himself, Draco walked back-minus the bluge.

"Everything go alright in there, Draco?" Travis asked, eager to hear about someone else's penis monologues.

"It's called water, self-control, and thinking of Yolanda. You outta try it once in a while Travis."

"Fuck you, dude!"

"What? I didn't do it!!"

"Both of you, shut the hell up! Some of us here, mainly me, don't want to hear about your penises or you two fighting about it!" Hermione yelled.

"Sorry Hermione," Travis whimpered, scared at the angry female.

"Yeah," Draco replied, eager to not say anything.

The train slowed down, and lurched to a stop. Everyone got out of the minuet compartment, and stretched while walking out of the train. A house-elf appeared and told them he would get their bags, and to walk for 10 minuets until they found a red brick bench. So they walked in the cold night air, (around 9:32pm) and found the bench. And waited. And waited.

Hermione shivered. A cold breeze drifted the smell of Gardenia's near everyone.

"Damn, it's cold, I wish I brought my bag with me," Hermione mused.

The house-elf popped in at that moment with everyone's bags.

"Here you are, masters. Now her is your portkey," the house-elf handed them a can, labeled Dr.Pepper, "you will in the Caribbean in 3 minuets, so everyone make your bags small and pocket sized, and grab ahold of the can you will be off!" The house-elf popped away. The four prefects did as they were told, and waited until they felt the usual pull at their navel. They felt it

Landing very hard, the four teenagers saw their surroundings, and squinted. It seems it was about 1:38pm, and sunny.

Hermione looked up at a sign, "The Drippy Pot? Dudes, I think this is the American version of the Leaky Cauldron. Let's check it out," Hermione led the way in.

"Draco? Is that you?" A woman asked.

"Yes, it is. Professor Augusta. We are all here for the cruise. Do you have any information?" Draco replied sweetly, which was unusual.

"Yes, yes I do. I have all your passports, tickets, and the like. Hermione, here are the directions to the port, and Draco here are the passports. Travis, carry the bags, and umm, you there, just follow and try not to break anything. Your cruise leaves in two hours. Have fun," and like that, the Professor apparted out of The Drippy Pot, leaving the teenagers there.

"Well, let's do what she said and go, and have fun!" Hermione got the map and compass, pocketed her wand and started walking out side. Everyone else pocketed theirs and, it looked like Travis already had, but it wasn't his wand.

Hermione stuck her hand out, hailing for a cab and finally got one.

"Hurry up!" she yelled to everyone. And they were once again cramped. And yes, to you curious minds, Draco and Hermione were once again sitting next to each other.