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III. I Like Coffee

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The next morning, after Hermione had showered and dressed, a knock came from the door that connected her room with her neighbour's. She unlocked the door and opened it to reveal a towel-clad Draco Malfoy.

Draco was too engrossed in trying to open a packet of coffee to notice who had answered his call.

"Do you have any extra hangers?" he asked without looking up. "I have a few more suits than hangers."

Hermione was growing frustrated with the bag of coffee. She drew her wand and opened it magically for him. Unfortunately, he was tugging on it at that exact moment and the bag spilled grounds all over the floor and into the air.

Hermione shrieked as grounds fell into her hair. "Malfoy!" she shouted.

"Hermione!" Draco said, surprised. "You're next door to me?"

"So it would seem," she sighed in exasperation. She left the door and returned with a few of her extra hangers.

"You always were prepared," he said smugly.

Hermione smiled as she vainly tried to scourgify herself, but to her dismay she wasn't exactly dirty so the spell didn't work.

"Don't worry about it," Draco winked. "Now you smell like coffee. I like coffee," he said and then he shut his door.

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"Now, I would like to explain to all of you why you are here," the woman who had stood up at the table in front of everyone during breakfast started.

"Finally," Hermione heard Draco grumble from the next table.

"As you all know by now, you are in Florida," the woman said. "This is because as a supporter of this hotel through our law firm, they have invited us to spend the opening three weeks at this hotel. So, without further ado, enjoy yourselves. They only ask that we all fill out a survey at the end of the three weeks."

There was much chattering throughout the four tables of representatives from the very large international law firm that Hermione worked for. Unfortunately, she had no one to talk to about these new events and quickly started shovelling down her food so she could get back up to her room to floo Harry.

"Does Potter starve you at home? It looks like you haven't eaten in a week," Draco drawled and Hermione could feel his presence behind her.

Hermione swallowed. "Actually, I was just on my way up to talk to Harry, I'm not sure I'll be staying here."

"Hermione, three weeks of free room and board on the beach, away from Pothead and with me, what could be better?" he asked.

"And please tell me how that is appealing. I have to spend three weeks away from my husband with a filthy ferret on the beach—which doesn't sound like fun since it's infested with sharks."

"Come on, Hermione, live a little."

"I am alive, thank you very much," she said, throwing her napkin down on the table and getting up, walking away from the prat as quickly as possible.

Draco just stood by the table, smiling. "The witch lives next to me and she thinks she's going to get away?" he laughed to himself. "I'll have her by the end of this." Then he headed off to see what else was there.

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"Stay there, Hermione. It's a vacation, that you badly need, and you're getting paid for it. What could be better?"

"You being here with me," she sighed. "Whatever happened to not wanting to be apart for three weeks?"

"That was before I knew you would be getting a vacation. You work too hard, Hermione. You should enjoy this!"

"I know I should," she sighed.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I should get back to unpacking, though."

"You're not unpacked yet? Don't be getting lazy on me, love," Harry smiled.

"I won't."

Hermione pulled her head from the fire and dusted the layer of soot in her hair and on her clothes off. She watched as the fire returned to its normal colour. Looking around her room she noticed that one of her empty bags was not put away yet, so she stuffed it onto the closest shelf.

"Lying to Potter?" asked a sultry voice from the adjoining doorway.

Hermione jumped at the noise and glared back at Draco.

"Get out of my room," she ordered him.

"Answer my question first."

"Out!" She pointed past him into his own room. Draco remained where he was. Hermione snapped her arm down with a scowl. "I wasn't lying."

"Looks to me like you are completely unpacked. Why didn't you want to talk to him?"

"Like you really care, Malfoy," she groaned and collapsed on her bed.

"Well, if the only way to get you back—"

"I was eighteen and stupid when we were dating. I'm not going to make that mistake again. Trust me."

"So we were a mistake?" he asked with a grin. He lay down on the bed next to her and nuzzled his head into her neck. "Your first real relationship was a mistake. Your first snog, shag and love—"

"I never said that I loved you!" she shouted as she rolled away from him and stood up. Draco looked up lazily after her.

"You don't need to say it to feel it," he reminded her before slipping back into his own room. Hermione stared after him, speechless.

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