Chapter Three
Unexpected Company
Hermione's jaw dropped. White blond hair, pale skin, piercing gray eyes--could it be?
"Malfoy? W-what are you doing in Hawaii?"
Draco's eyes traveled from smooth, shiny brown hair to a killer hourglass figure to perfectly polished toes. Wow, he thought, follwed by a little voice in his head. Draco, it said, get a hold of yourself, and PLEASE, put your hands in your pockets or something, your little buddy likes that girl too much! Furious for allowing himself to be turned on by Hermione Granger, Draco shoved his hands in his pockets and scowled.
"What's it to you, Mudblood?"
Hermione sighed at the insult. It didn't bother her like it used to--"Mudblood" had actually become quite a common word at Hogwarts, used on anyone who was slow or acted embarassingly--but knowing that Drace meant it by the original definition still hurt.
"Nothing." Hermione replied, regaining her composure. "I just didn't think you came to such places. After all, you're much too pale to be a regular here."
Draco's eyes narrowed menacingly.
"Watch your mouth Granger."
He strode into the elevator, knocking Hermione to the floor so forcefully that she landed hard on her bottom, her skirt flying up to her face. Pushing the button for the third floor, he smirked down at Hermione, who was struggling to retain her modesty and pull the ruffled skirt back to its proper place.
"Nice panties Granger. Though I don't think pink is much your color."
Hermione glared at him as she tried to smooth her hair.
The elevator door opened. Hermione pressed herself up against the wall to make sure she was out of Draco's way. He strode out without a backward glance. Hermione pressed the starred button for the lobby. The elevator door shut and it started to descend. Hermione sighed and slumped to the floor. This was going to be a long 4 weeks.
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Draco walked slowly down the long hallway, thinking about Hermione. Damn she looked good, echoed a little voice inside him. Draco shook his head, as if to clear it. What are you thinking? She's HERMIONE GRANGER, Mudblood, Harry Potter's girlfriend, get over yourself man!, a second voice said. Ah, but Draco, the first voice replied, you DID find her attractive. Smooth, brown waves of hair, deep brown eyes you could get lost in, plump pink lips--and DAMN, did you see that ass? Draco shook his head a second time. He really couldn't be thinking these things about Hermione Granger--could he?
Draco stopped and looked at the nearest door number. 346. One more down. At room 348, he took the heavy brass key from his pocket, unlocked the door, and stepped inside.
It was as if evening had fallen just then, at 3 o'clock in the afternoon. The room was decorated as a sunset. The wall opposite Draco, containing a lone window, had a large bloodred sun painted on it. The walls adjacent to the sun-wall were orange, pink, and yellow, and the colors faded into the wall behind Draco (the one with the door). On Draco immediate left there was another door, through which he assumed was the bathroom. On his right was a white closet. Draco walked in a little farther and found a desk/dresser, next to the closet, with a television on top. It was also painted white. Directly across the room from the desk/dresser was the bed. With a white headboard and sunset-colored sheets, blankets, and pillows, the bed looked very inviting. Wouldn't mind having Hermione in this bed with me, he thought, before he could stop himself. Looking down, Draco noticed the carpet was designed to look like the white sand from the beach outside. Falling backwards onto the bed, Draco sighed. This room was really nice. Even more so because he didn't have to share with his parents. Nice room, nice beach, nice girl (Draco mentally smacked himself)...it looked as if this vacation wasn't going to be so bad after all.
Unexpected Company
Hermione's jaw dropped. White blond hair, pale skin, piercing gray eyes--could it be?
"Malfoy? W-what are you doing in Hawaii?"
Draco's eyes traveled from smooth, shiny brown hair to a killer hourglass figure to perfectly polished toes. Wow, he thought, follwed by a little voice in his head. Draco, it said, get a hold of yourself, and PLEASE, put your hands in your pockets or something, your little buddy likes that girl too much! Furious for allowing himself to be turned on by Hermione Granger, Draco shoved his hands in his pockets and scowled.
"What's it to you, Mudblood?"
Hermione sighed at the insult. It didn't bother her like it used to--"Mudblood" had actually become quite a common word at Hogwarts, used on anyone who was slow or acted embarassingly--but knowing that Drace meant it by the original definition still hurt.
"Nothing." Hermione replied, regaining her composure. "I just didn't think you came to such places. After all, you're much too pale to be a regular here."
Draco's eyes narrowed menacingly.
"Watch your mouth Granger."
He strode into the elevator, knocking Hermione to the floor so forcefully that she landed hard on her bottom, her skirt flying up to her face. Pushing the button for the third floor, he smirked down at Hermione, who was struggling to retain her modesty and pull the ruffled skirt back to its proper place.
"Nice panties Granger. Though I don't think pink is much your color."
Hermione glared at him as she tried to smooth her hair.
The elevator door opened. Hermione pressed herself up against the wall to make sure she was out of Draco's way. He strode out without a backward glance. Hermione pressed the starred button for the lobby. The elevator door shut and it started to descend. Hermione sighed and slumped to the floor. This was going to be a long 4 weeks.
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Draco walked slowly down the long hallway, thinking about Hermione. Damn she looked good, echoed a little voice inside him. Draco shook his head, as if to clear it. What are you thinking? She's HERMIONE GRANGER, Mudblood, Harry Potter's girlfriend, get over yourself man!, a second voice said. Ah, but Draco, the first voice replied, you DID find her attractive. Smooth, brown waves of hair, deep brown eyes you could get lost in, plump pink lips--and DAMN, did you see that ass? Draco shook his head a second time. He really couldn't be thinking these things about Hermione Granger--could he?
Draco stopped and looked at the nearest door number. 346. One more down. At room 348, he took the heavy brass key from his pocket, unlocked the door, and stepped inside.
It was as if evening had fallen just then, at 3 o'clock in the afternoon. The room was decorated as a sunset. The wall opposite Draco, containing a lone window, had a large bloodred sun painted on it. The walls adjacent to the sun-wall were orange, pink, and yellow, and the colors faded into the wall behind Draco (the one with the door). On Draco immediate left there was another door, through which he assumed was the bathroom. On his right was a white closet. Draco walked in a little farther and found a desk/dresser, next to the closet, with a television on top. It was also painted white. Directly across the room from the desk/dresser was the bed. With a white headboard and sunset-colored sheets, blankets, and pillows, the bed looked very inviting. Wouldn't mind having Hermione in this bed with me, he thought, before he could stop himself. Looking down, Draco noticed the carpet was designed to look like the white sand from the beach outside. Falling backwards onto the bed, Draco sighed. This room was really nice. Even more so because he didn't have to share with his parents. Nice room, nice beach, nice girl (Draco mentally smacked himself)...it looked as if this vacation wasn't going to be so bad after all.