Once they were out of earshot, Hermione pulled her arm out of his grasp and started to speak in an anxious tone. "Do you realize that we are stuck in India with no money, wands and we are wearing dress clothes! And those people were looking at us like we were crazy! We don't even know their language!" she started to wail. Draco put his arm around her shoulders in a comforting gesture.

"Lets go into the hotel. Maybe there is something there we can use," Draco suggested. Hermione nodded and they walked towards the entrance.

When they entered the hotel, Draco walked up to the front desk. "I believe I have a room arranged here. Under the name of Draco Malfoy," he said to the desk clerk.

"Ah yes! Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. The newly married couple! We are so happy to have you here. But you are so young!" the clerk was saying in an Arabic accent. "Now, let's see." He looked down at the list and began to scan it. "Ah! Yes, you two will be staying in room 13, the Honeymoon Suite!"

Hermione's jaw dropped and Draco visibly paled. "That means there is only one bed, right?" Hermione asked nervously.

"Why of course! Now the room is equipped with permanent silencing charms, so feel free to do whatever you want, whenever you feel the need," the clerk said, winking at Hermione.

Hermione had just opened her mouth to protest and probably curse the desk clerk within an inch of his life when Draco grabbed the key from the clerk's outstretched hand and said in a strained voice, "Now, now sweetie. Let's go upstairs and see if there is anything of interest in our room." He grabbed Hermione and led her up the stairs, but the clerk called him back.

"Mr. Malfoy! You have a letter here. I'm sorry I forgot to tell you."

Draco walked back down the stairs and grabbed the letter. "Any idea who it's from?" he asked.

"No, a snowy white owl dropped it off a few days ago. Seemed to know you were coming," the clerk said happily.

Draco muttered, "Thanks," and walked back up the stairs to his 'wife' who was glowering with anger.

"Who's that letter from?" she hissed as they ascended the stairs.

"Who else? The infamous 'Boy-Who-Lived-To-Annoy-Us.' He sent it a few days ago, so they knew that they were going to send us here. When I get my hands on him..." Draco trailed off.

Hermione smiled at him. "I know exactly how you feel. Make sure to leave him alive so I can kill him too! Here we are." She motioned towards the door with a number 13 engraved on it. She took the key from Draco's hand and opened the door.

"Wow," she breathed. "When I get married, I want to have my honeymoon in a room like this. To bad it's ruined by being here with you." She smirked.

Draco rolled his eyes and flopped down on the bed. "Care to read what Pothead has to say?"

"Why not?" Hermione sighed and sat down on the bed next to Draco.

Draco slid open the seal and a mirror fell out. He tossed it aside and began to read out loud.

"Dear Hermione and Draco,
Congratulations! Why didn't you tell us you two got married? We could always see that you two fancied each other forever! We, (that's Ron, Ginny and myself with some help from Parvati) took it upon ourselves to arrange this lovely hotel room. Draco, don't let Hermione near the alcohol, she gets drunk really easy. Anyway, If you need anything, just say our name into the mirror and we'll be able to talk. Have fun and remember: Safe Sex is a must! We still have one year of school!

Sincerely,
Harry James Potter
Ronald Bilius Weasley
And
Virginia Molly Weasley"

"Oh I am going to kill them!" Hermione seethed. She grabbed the mirror and shouted, "Harry Potter!" into it and waited for his face to materialize.

As soon as his face was visible, Hermione began shouting. "Harry James Potter! How dare you do this to me?" she asked in a dangerously low voice.

"So I guess the honeymoon isn't the best part of married life?" Harry asked very seriously with a huge grin on his face.

Hermione almost through the mirror across the room at that moment but Draco grabbed it out of her hands.

"Potter? What is the meaning of this?" Draco asked sharply.

"What do you mean? You're on your honeymoon. Don't waste time talking to us. I hear that room has a 24/7 silencing charm around it." Harry raised his eyebrows and smirked.

Hermione grabbed the mirror back from Draco. "You are delusional. What is the reason for sending us here? India, of all places!"

Harry dropped the fake smile and sarcasm and become serious. "Ok, if you must know, I suppose I should be the one to tell you. Basically, we're tired of you guys," He said simply. "All you ever do is whine and complain about each other when you should really be snogging in a broom closet!" Draco turned red at his last comment and Hermione looked outraged. Before Hermione could verbally chastise him, Harry continued. "In order for you two to come back, you have to prove that you like each other. Or can at least be in the same room together without killing each other," he added as an afterthought. "Samira will be checking in on you two periodically and we have other spies, so don't try to fool us."

"We can just find a fireplace and use the Floo network to get back," Hermione said triumphantly.

Harry grinned. "No you can't. This is a primitive wizarding town. They don't use the Floo network yet!"

Hermione's jaw dropped. "Well, what about clothes? And money?"

"And where are our wands? We need to use magic," Draco said.

"Ajani put some extra clothes in the closet. As for money, I think you two can get along without it. And no way are we letting you use magic. You could apparate!"

"What about food? How are we supposed to eat? We can't buy anything and we can't conjure any up here without wands!" Draco said loudly.

"Room service," Harry said simply. "We'll take care of the bill. Consider it an early wedding gift."

Hermione had had enough. "Early wedding gift my arse! Transport me back to England or I will disfigure you to no end! Not even Dumbledore would be able to recognize you!"

Harry just yawned and checked his watch. "Oh, I've got to run. Speaking of Dumbledore, he's planning to stop by and I don't want to miss him. Bye!" With that, Harry's face on the mirror disappeared and left Draco and Hermione by themselves.

Hermione stood up and screamed. She screamed so loud the glass shattered.

"Hermione! Be quiet. People will think I'm torturing you down here," Draco said.

Hermione just glared at him. "Permanent silencing charm, remember?" she spat acidly.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Oh yea. Sorry."

Hermione just glared at him and stormed to the bathroom. She turned the water on and decided to take a cold bath to subdue her uncontrollable rage. She filled up the tub with freezing cold water and stripped out of her evening gown.

As she sank into the freezing water, she felt all of her anger slip away. She sat in the water for over two hours. Only once did Draco knock on the door to make sure she was still alive. Once she was finished, she got out and pulled on the dark green bathrobe that was hanging on the back of the door.

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