Disclaimer: Meh. I always forget to add this . Well, you all know the drill. I don't own Harry Potter. I wish it, though. Or even just Draco. Please, J.K.R.? Just Draco? Oh well.

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She wanted to cry. Again.

"What do you mean the train won't be leaving until tomorrow morning?" Hermione hated the whine in her voice, but couldn't help it. It took all her will-power not to stomp her feet as well.

"Mademoiselle, when I sed zat ze train will be leaving tomorrow in ze morning, that was what I meant."

Hermione shook her head vehemently.

The train station employee nodded vigorously.

"So… I'm going to have to stay in Paris for the day…"

"And ze night. If you want Mademoiselle, we can load most of your things onto ze train now so you won't be having to bring them with you."

Hermione sighed in resignation. Obviously, there was nothing else for her to do. All the other passengers of the train she had previously ridden were already on their way to the exit and she didn't want to be alone.

Well, more alone to begin with.

It took her about half an hour before she could emerge out into the sunlight of the Parisian sky. She had been here before. Long ago. Very long ago. In fact, she doubted she knew what was where and how to get there.

She slung her backpack over her shoulders and took a deep breath.

"You look like you're preparing for an execution."

Hermione turned around quickly, her unbound hair hitting her face. Through her wince she saw a blur of blond and a trace of a smirk. "Malfoy?"

"Yes, Granger?" he asked cordially as he sauntered over to her. "What is it?" He was looking comfortably… load-less. Didn't he ever bring anything with him?

"Oi, you're the one waiting here. For me," Hermione pointed out, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Where was she going?

"Where are you going?" he asked, still standing beside her and looking as if he wouldn't be moving any time soon. "I'm just asking purely out of curiosity, you know."

Left? Right? Really which way? She could take a taxi… but where would she go?

"Right, Malfoy," she replied distractedly. She walked back towards the train station and heard his footsteps following after her. She decided to let him catch up with her. "Don't you find this the least bit… well, ironic?" she asked as she looked at him questioningly the moment he was beside her once again. "You following me around?"

Draco shrugged. And then he smirked for good measure. She looked helpless. Helpless and flustered. A helpless and flustered Hermione? Almost like the sun rising from the west and hell freezing over.

"You look lost," he said, stating the obvious while trying not to laugh. "Don't know how to get to your hotel. Really Granger, I thought you more capable than that."

She shook her head while and started for the small gift shop she passed earlier. She entered the quaint store and scanned it quickly. Ah hah! A map! She grinned maniacally. She fished out her wallet from her pocket. Her wallet… from her pocket. Her wallet… Her… wallet?

Her hand lay flat against the empty pocket and her eyes flew open in shock. She quickly peeled her bag from her back and all but dropped its contents on the floor. Quills. A few notebooks. Her wand. An array of odds and ends. No wallet.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Er… looking for something, Granger?"

"Yes!" she wailed. "Just… oh, I don't know. My entire life!"

Draco stared at her, confusion written all over his face. "Which would be what? Your Hogwarts, A History? Or wait…" he said, the confusion immediately replaced by hilarity. "Your SPEWED pin or badge or whatever. That's it, right?"

Hermione glared at Draco as he let out peals of laughter and even had the audacity to slap his knee. "It's S.P.E.W. not spewed, you moron," she huffed as she began to gather her things into her bag. "Must you always be so… you?"

Draco looked at her curiously. "And if I shouldn't act like me, who should I act like?" he retorted and then snapped his fingers. "Oh, I know, I'll act like Potter. Here Hermione, let me carry your bag."

Before she could deny him he had already taken it out of her arms and slung it over his shoulder. She folded her arms in front of her and looked at Draco expectantly.

The git smiled at her.

Smiled?

"Malfoy, you misplaced your smirk, I'll help you find it as soon as I find my wallet. Now as for my wallet…" Hermione tried to recount the places she could have placed it. No, she rechecked her compartment before she left so she couldn't have left it there. The only other option she had left would be to look through the bags she left on the train to Nice.

"It has to be there," she muttered as she began walking towards the train. "Come along, Malfoy."

Come along Malfoy? Good Merlin… Is acting like Potter synonymous with acting like a dog? If Hermione continued to treat him like this, he just might find it in him to start some sort Potter Sympathy Society or something.

Draco shuddered. Way too many weird happenings in too short a time.

"Malfoy!"

He rolled his eyes. And followed after her.

"I don't have to do this, you know," he thought to say as soon as he had finally caught up with her.

Hermione regarded Draco for a moment. He looked at him from head to foot. From his blond hair that was miraculously relieved of gel, his undoubtedly expensive charcoal-coloured suit and to the tips of his shiny black shoes. If he were anyone else aside from who he actually was… She would have thanked the Heavens for giving her someone so… delectable.

Hermione grimaced at the turn of her thoughts. Hermione, Merlin can you be anymore disgusting? How many times do you have to remind yourself that you're talking about? A million? Or two?

"No, Malfoy," she replied tersely, "you don't. So why are you?"

That had Draco stumped like an Arithmancy problem.

Hermione waved her hand about, immediately dismissing the issue. "Forget I asked, Malfoy, because really—I don't want to know."

Draco shrugged. No skin of his back, really.

He watched as Hermione walked up to a train that was different from the one they had ridden earlier and watched as she tried to get on. And still watched while someone reprimanded her for doing so. He cracked a smile when the two got into a heated argument. He was worried for the man. Hermione's flailing arms looked like they could do serious damage.

The man finally left and with a heavy sigh, Draco walked over to Hermione and poked her hard on the shoulder. "What's wrong?"

Hermione whirled around to face Draco. "He… he… he wouldn't let me on the train! The man who was here earlier let me on so that I can place the rest of my things inside, but now I can't get them!"

Draco did pity her. After all, she looked just about ready to cry. Oh Merlin… please. Not again.

He was ready to just leave her there. And just go some place else. Far, far away from Hermione Granger and her—tears.

"C'mon, Granger. You look like you need something to eat." It was a blatant lie, but it seemed to perk her up.

Then immediately crestfallen. "But I don't have my wallet with me."

"Well, that can easily be remedied," he told her arrogantly.

Hermione hid her clenched fists telling herself that she could wait a few moments before smacking him or just doing him great bodily harm in general. "Really, how?"

Draco ignored the superficial wonder in her voice. "You can spend the day with me."

A/N: Wasn't this chapter just so awesomely contrived? And aren't I just awful at French accents? Hehehe. Oh well.

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What's in store in the next chapter? Hmm… the Eiffel Tower, ice cream and Draco trying to get Hermione out of her clothes. Naughty, naughty, naughty Draco ^__~ Don't we all want one?