A/N: Uh.. I don't do summaries. Sorry. Merci beaucoup to all my reviewers.

Once again, please read and review with constructive criticism. Also, review with what you want to see in the future!! I have a plotline, but not much "filler" action, you know? There will be HP cameos so review with who you want to see. Enjoy.

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Chapter 2: No Escape

"Oof, sorry about that. Thanks for catching me," said Hermione, as she quickly scrambled to a standing position and tried to keep her balance. Unfortunately, fate was against her and the boat tipped slightly again. This time though, she had tried to turn around to see who had saved her and ended up falling away from him. Her eyes widened in surprise as a man with that oh-so-familiar smirk and white blond hair strewn across his face shot forward to catch her once again. No wonder that voice was so familiar, she thought.

It took her only a second to regain her senses. "ARGGGGHH!!! LET GO OF ME MALFOY!!" Hermione yelled as she tried to twist her body out of his grip. She'd momentarily forgotten that she wasn't standing firmly on her own feet, though.

Draco shrugged and said, "As you wish," and let go of her. Hermione fell with a soft thump, as Draco casually leaned against the wall, all the while laughing inwardly, and watched her glare at him. Her reaction to him being there was worth having to save her. She was as predictable as ever, minus that one time in third year. He'd seen her when she had run past him. It was the bushy hair that jogged his memory. He would have thought that after five years that she would have been able to tame it, but apparently not. She had managed to cut it shorter in a better style though, so it didn't appear that unruly. Who'd have imagined the little bookworm would have some sense of style? He was actually curious as to what she'd been doing lately. She had all but disappeared from the face of the wizarding world. Not that he was particularly interested, mind you, but it wasn't like one could miss the headlines screaming, "WHERE IS HARRY POTTER'S BEST FRIEND NOW?" He was going to go and annoy her while getting some information (Malfoys multitask, of course), but had seen her wobble a bit because of the boat. It was easy to see that Hermione hadn't gotten her sea legs yet, and he made the split second decision to catch her when she started falling. It was obviously the right one, from the look of fury on her face. Aaah.. I'd forgotten the joy such a look brings me, thought Draco, with a silent laugh.

Hermione got up, walked over to Draco and said angrily, "Why you little.."

"Little? I'm not little. But, obviously, you wouldn't know, Granger. While I'm sure you would like to, I don't think that's ever going to happen," finished Draco, with a smirk.

Hermione blanched as she realized what Draco was referring to, but recovered quickly, retorting, "There must be something you're making up for with that enormous ego of yours. It's obvious something else isn't as large." Hermione cut Draco off before he could reply, continuing, "What the hell are you doing here, anyways? Aren't you afraid to dirty yourself by being in such low conditions?"

Draco scoffed and said, "Now that you mention it, I can feel my sense of style seeping away from standing near you. Is my hair getting frizzy? But, I must say, irritating you is quite a fun sport. If you really must know, I'm on vacation too. But uh.. I guess any hopes I had of a relaxing vacation just went out the window with you here." He blatantly ignored the real meaning of the latter question. Kevin was already shooting them strange looks as it was.

"Like I want you here on MY vacation? I should have just known that you, of all people, would be on this cruise to ruin it," spat Hermione, "Now you have the nerve to say that I would ruin YOUR vacation? I have half a mind to take out my wa.." She never got to finish.

"Granger.. Shut. Up." hissed Draco quietly so only Hermione could hear. He quickly indicated to something behind Hermione with a nod of his head. It was only then that Hermione realized that Kevin was still standing there and that she had almost hexed Draco in front of him. Malfoy made her lose her temper too easily and she wasn't thinking straight.

"My err.. water bottle, yeah. And douse you and your precious hair thoroughly with it," stammered Hermione. Kevin shot her a skeptical look and was about to open his mouth to tell her that she was terrible at lying, when a bellhop interrupted them. Their luggage had finally arrived at their room. While Kevin turned to try and find his among the stack, Hermione quickly returned her shrunken luggage to their normal size with a few whispered words. Preoccupied with the luggage and attempting to understand a bellboy with a strange accent, Kevin forgot completely about Hermione's strange statements.

Hermione grabbed her bags, turned to Kevin and said, "Let's just go to our room, Kev. Arguing with him is pointless since he'd need a brain in order to comprehend what I'm saying to him. I'm sorry about this disruption in our vacation. I promise there'll be no more disruptions from him." Hermione turned to glare at Draco as she spoke the last sentence, but was confused by the look on Draco's face.

He was looking at Kevin with a look of suspicion on his countenance. It couldn't be, he thought. Fate would never be THAT cruel, right?

Hermione had turned to ask Kevin why Draco was staring at him when the realization dawned upon her. It wasn't a pleasant thing to witness. Her face contorted from a look of confusion to one of utter fury as she grinded out her words.

"Please tell me that this.. this.. MONSTROSITY is not going to be our roommate for the next few weeks," Hermione and Draco implored at the exact same time. They then turned to each other and started arguing about what was worse - bushy, insane hair or a ferret face.

Kevin looked on with surprise and amusement. The fact that they knew each other was surprise enough, but the way they were acting was downright hilarious. He never thought he'd see the day where cool, sophisticated Draco or no-nonsense Hermione would start bickering like children, and with each other no less! It really was a Polaroid moment.

Speaking of Polaroids.. thought Kevin. He had started to rummage in his duffel bag for his camera when a hand caught his wrist and a voice interrupted him.

"Kevin, don't even think about taking a picture of us arguing," warned Hermione, as Kevin looked up to see Draco holding his wrist firmly and nodding in agreement. Kevin glanced at the two of them and thought with a smile, they're agreeing, and they don't even know it. He carefully hid it, though. They both had enough rage built up at that moment as it was.

"Explain," demanded Hermione, pulling Kevin out of his matchmaking thoughts with a simple statement. She didn't even need to say the "or else." The look on her face was enough.

"Well, it's really simple enough. I met Draco here on business in America. Remember how we're expanding the fashion lines overseas? We had to get a lawyer to handle the contracts and affairs and you know, all that silly pish-posh," said Kevin, with an impatient wave of his hand. "Robert, as great of a lawyer as he is, can't handle those crazy Americans and their legal system. Someone recommended Draco, since he's good with all that stuff and British. After we finished, he wanted a vacation, so I invited him to come along. And, well, TA DA!!" exclaimed Kevin, with a flourish of his hands and a broad in an attempt to lighten up the mood between the two some more. The death glares sent his way were evidence he was failing.. miserably.

Hermione sighed and thought silently, Could this get any worse? I have to get out of here, but how? I wish I could apparate. I can't spend two weeks in the same room with this jerk! I'm going to go insane.

Kevin gave a huff and questioned impatiently, "Well, are you two just going to stand there and sulk like children or is one of you going to give me the key so we can get in our room?" He ducked right before the key could hit his head and muss up his perfectly styled hair. He snatched the key off the floor, fit it in its automatic reader and opened the door.

Hermione brightened almost instantly. She'd been on a cruise before, but that was nothing compared to this. There were three rooms- a living room, a bedroom and a bathroom. They were all nicely decorated and cozy, but paled in comparison to the view off the balcony. A wide expanse of deep blue waters was laid out before her, shimmering, as if containing a million sparkling jewels. It had a calming effect on her.

It was having the same effect on Draco as well. He'd always liked the ocean, such a peaceful contrast to the hectic commotion and confusion of the land. And with that thought, all the serenity dissipated and he turned back into the room. It was only then he noticed that all three beds were in the same room.

Hermione had noticed as well and her initial calmness was replaced with a sense of foreboding. With a sigh, she plopped her suitcase on the ground and began to unpack. Draco walked out onto the balcony and sat down on one of the chairs to stare at the mesmerizing ocean.

Kevin glanced at the two, lost in their own worlds. Boy, do they need my help. This is going to be harder than I thought, though. If anyone deserves a little happiness, however, it has to be these two, Kevin thought. Besides, I was always up for a challenge, thought Kevin again with a wicked grin. With that, he started to unpack, all the while thinking up devious tricks and plans.

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Hermione closed her eyes and simply let herself take in the moment. The sky was painted in vivid shades of red and dark blue and violet, and the colors reflected off the waves and water. The breeze swirled her hair around her face but she didn't care. It reminded her of the Titanic.

She chuckled cynically at this thought. Right, this is definitely the Titanic. Only I don't feel like I'm the Queen of the World and my true love isn't standing beside me, she thought, Nope, this is the dead, sunken version. If only Ron..

"No," said Hermione, out loud, "NO." This is all in the past. If only Malfoy wasn't here. Why did he have to be here? I was so close, but now..

With a loud sigh, Hermione turned her back on the picturesque scene and walked out of the room.

A/N: SDFLJLSFH!! J'ai fini!! Finally! So sorry about the long time it took to update. Every time I went to work on this story, I ended up editing a ton of what I had already written. This chapter has gone in 7 different directions, and well, yeah. The dialogue just never seemed Hermione or Draco enough for me. A few notes: I have "bushy" hair, I got it cut shorter, it worked better. And it was easy, so it's not like Hermione's doing major upkeep on her hair. See? No dramatically changed Hermione. ) And I am American, so when I said crazy Americans, I meant it. No offense to anyone, but we are crazy. Kevin is not gay. I left a lot of things unexplained, like why Draco's there, why he didn't just get another room, etc. It'll all come out eventually.

Constructive criticism please. I think I am looking for a beta. But I need one that is okay with me emailing out of the blue after a month of not hearing from me and feels fine having me bounce ideas off of him/her. So email me if you're interested! Review, j'adore reviews!