Too Perfect
Chapter 8
Good Times Ruined Fast
Hermione woke up and stretched her feet out at the end of the bed. She looked next to her and saw the peaceful Draco, sleeping. She looked around her and remembered the previous day, when her father kicked her out and her mother defended him. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes and slid out from under Draco's arms. At the movement his eyes snapped open and he said, "What's happening?"
"Nothing. I'm just getting up."
"What time is it?"
"7:00."
"7:00! Are you crazy? We didn't go to sleep until 1! Come back to bed for a few more hours."
He pouted and she caved, crawling back into bed with him under the warm covers. She said to him, "How long do you think my parents will be mad at me for this whole thing?"
"I don't know, 'Mione…I really don't know…"
"It hurts that they're not happy at becoming grandparents…"
"Well, they think you're too young to be a mom…that's understandable, isn't it?"
"I guess…but still! Regardless of my age, they should be happy for me. I've found a wonderful, magnificent, incredible, unbelievably great guy who cares for me and we're going to have a baby together. I think that's fantastic news, don't you?"
"Who ever knew you could fit so many synonyms for "great" into 1 sentence about one person?"
She laughed and he said, "But, yes. I think it's great news!"
She laughed again and said, "I would've thought they'd be happy for me…but no. They throw me out of the house! I can't believe my own father would do that to me."
She started crying and Draco kissed her forehead and said, "Shh, it's okay. I'm sure as soon as your father cools down and thinks about it, he'll welcome you back with open arms."
She sniffed and closed her eyes, trying to drift off to sleep.
Harry woke up early, thinking of Ginny. He stretched and yawned, getting out of bed and putting on his robe. He opened the door of his room and walked across the hall to Ginny's door. He opened it slowly and quietly and saw Ginny, sitting in a chair, facing the window, staring aimlessly out the window.
"Ginny? Ginny, what's wrong!"
She turned slowly and said, "I didn't go to sleep last night. Well, I did…but I woke up from a nightmare…and I haven't slept since."
"What was your dream about?"
"Mr. Granger."
"Hermione's dad!"
"Yes. I dreamt that he was killed in a car accident."
Harry walked towards her and said, "That's not enough of a nightmare to make you stay up all night."
"I didn't feel like just a dream though. It felt like I was there…and it scared me. It felt like a vision."
"That sounds like what happened to me a few years ago when my dreams were inside Voldemort's mind…remember when I saw your dad getting bit by that snake in the Ministry? Maybe you had a vision like that."
"That's what I was thinking…but that would mean that Mr. Granger is dead. I've been up thinking about it."
Harry took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry, Gin. I don't know what to tell you."
She sighed and said, "Yeah I know."
Harry hugged Ginny while she was still sitting in her chair. She hugged him back and Harry felt warm tears hit his chest. He broke the embrace and looked into Ginny's eyes.
"Harry…I'm scared."
"What are you scared of?"
"I'm scared for Hermione's dad! I'm scared of sleeping because I don't want to have any more visions! Help me, Harry. Help me."
Harry sighed and said, "Ginny…I know you're scared. And I want to help you…but I can't. I can't help you, love. I don't know how I could help you."
"Harry, I'm really scared."
"I know, Gin, I know."
Harry held Ginny to his chest and said, "We'll figure something out. Don't worry baby, it'll be alright." She looked up at him and despite what was happening, despite her tears, and despite how scared she was, she smiled up at Harry, and enjoyed being in his embrace.
Hermione and Draco woke up a few hours later, warm and snuggled in their hotel room bed. Hermione got up out of the bed and went off into the bathroom to take a shower. She emerged 20 minutes later and said, "I feel much better."
"We still going to Paris for Christmas Break?"
"Of course!"
He smiled and said, "Alright, how do you want to get there? Driving is out! I don't like how you drive."
Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "I'm a great driver! You're just scared!"
"Malfoy's don't get scared! I was merely…cautious…with the speeds we were going at!"
"Admit it. You were scared."
"Never!"
She jumped on him and started tickling him and yelled, "Admit it!"
Draco, not being able to resist the tickling yelled, "Fine, fine, fine! I was scared!"
She stopped tickling him, but she didn't get up. She laid next to him, propped up on one elbow, her other arm draped over his stomach. She smiled up at him and said, "What are you thinking about, Draco?"
"You."
"Really? What about me?"
"How beautiful you look."
She blushed, smiled, and said, "Well, how should we get to Paris, then? Airplane?"
"Is that another Muggle means of transportation?"
"Yes…"
"Then no. We should Apparate."
"I haven't taken my Apparation test yet. I'm scheduled to do it in February."
"Well we could go by train…"
"I like flying better! Come on! Flying is much safer than driving. And you can try something new. Please?"
She started pouting and he said, "Oh, alright. Fine! I'm going to go take a shower, then we'll figure out how to go to this airoplane or whatever." He got up and went into the bathroom.
While he was taking a shower, Hermione pulled out a phonebook and got the telephone and called the airline company. She found out that the next flight for Paris was leaving at 6:30 PM, and they had 5 open seats. Her parents had given her a credit card for her 17th birthday so she booked the flight to Paris and put it on the card. Draco emerged from the bathroom and she said to him, "We're all set to go to Paris! Our flight leaves at 6:30 tonight, so we need to be at the airport by 4:30, I'd say, since it's an international flight and everything. We'll need to leave here by 3:45 then. Sound good?" Draco, being confused, just nodded, hoping this would make more sense later.
A few long hours later, Draco and Hermione were off to the airport. They got out the car and Draco put a spell on the luggage so it was weightless. They walked into the airport and went through the painful process of checking in and going through security and baggage inspection, and then they went to the gate.
Draco was bored out his mind as he waited for them to be able to board the plane. They sat there for half an hour, Hermione reading a book, and Draco wishing he had brought something to do.
"How long is this going to take, 'Mione?"
"How long is what going to take? The wait to board the plane? Or the flight?"
"The flight."
"I think the ticket says 2 and a half hours."
"2 and a half hours! What am I going to do for that long?"
Hermione shrugged and said, "It's your fault for not bringing anything. I'd give you one of my books, but they're all textbooks and romance novels."
"That's okay."
"Here," she pulled some money from her carry-on bag, "take this and go buy yourself something to do over in that gift shop." She pointed to a small store and Draco got up to go see it.
He came back 10 minutes later with a book of crosswords, a book, a notebook and a package pens. Hermione saw him and said, "For starters, I didn't think you'd use all of that money! How're we going to pay for things? Secondly, got enough stuff to do?" He smiled as he sat down and said, "Yes, I have enough stuff to last me for the flight there, the vacation down-time, the flight back, the ride back to school, and some of school's boring moments. If I use them sparingly, of course. Now, if we need anything, I have plenty of Wizard money. We'll just stay in a Wizard's Hotel, and if we need to go anywhere we can do that whole joint-Apparation thing. Sound okay?" Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "As long as you pay me back, we're good!" She laughed quietly and returned to her book. No sooner had she finished the next sentence than they started boarding the plane.
Draco entered the plane apprehensively. They found their seats on the huge jet and Draco sat in the inside, next to the window. He looked out the window and sucked in air sharply. Hermione, who was sitting next to him said, "What's wrong, Draco?" He looked to her, his blue eyes wide and he said, "Why are we so high up in the air?"
"Er, dear? When we take off, we'll be over 10,000 feet in the air. Are you afraid of heights?"
"Psh, no! Well…maybe a little tiny bit…"
"Aw, that's so cute! Here, close this window and you'll be fine. Just don't think about it, do some stuff you got at that store, and you'll be just fine…okay?" She laughed softly and he smiled. She reached over and closed the window shade and kissed him softly on the lips. She lingered for a moment, and then remembering they were in public she smiled and leaned back in her seat, waiting for take-off.
The flight went smoothly. Draco was a little fearful, but he kept himself busy enough so he didn't show his fear. Hermione could feel his tension though, and wondered when he had become so soft. It's kind of cute…The first thing they did when they arrived was think about where they could find a Magical hotel.
"How are we supposed to know where a Magical hotel is, Draco?"
"Well, I don't know!"
"We need to ask someone."
"Oh that's a great ice-breaker. 'Hi, I was wondering if you knew where we could find a hotel that hosted magical beings such as us?' Yeah, that's just oh so clever!"
"Well you don't need to be such a smart-ass about it!"
She clenched her fists and felt herself becoming angrier and angrier by the minute. Draco, noticing her anger said, "Alright, I'm sorry! I'm sorry. Look, I just remembered the place I stayed at the last time I was here. It's pretty run-down—"
"I am not staying at a run-down roach motel!"
"I wasn't saying that we'd stay there again. I was saying that it's in a Wizarding community, and we're bound to be able to find someone who knows where a hotel is."
Hermione sniffled, coming down from her near-breakdown. She said to him, "Okay, let's go."
They walked outside the airport and walked down the streets of Paris, Hermione staring in awe and utter amazement at the sights around. They saw an abandoned alley and went down it, trying to avoid as many people as possible. Hermione smiled at Draco and grabbed his arm as he Apparated to the Magical community he had stayed in before. Hermione hated Apparating.
They wandered and after many questions and few dirty looks they figured out where to find a hotel. They found it, Draco checked them in and they went to their room. The stood by the bed and at the same time their knees game out, sending them both down to the bed. Hermione pulled her arm up and looked at her watch, seeing that it was 11 o'clock.
"Draco?"
"Yeah, 'Mione?"
"I'm sorry for what I said earlier. There's just so much going on and I just…I don't know, I just snapped."
"It's okay. I understand. This has been a hard few days for you."
She turned and smiled at him and said, "I don't know about you, but I'm going to get some sleep. Lot's to do tomorrow!"
She leaned in and kissed him quickly and softly and then got ready for bed. She finally crawled into bed and the comfortably cool sheets felt good to her hot and tired body. Draco joined her soon and they drifted off to sleep, snuggling close together.
They woke up bright and refreshed, Hermione extra excited at finally being able to see Paris. First they ordered room service for breakfast, and then went to see some sights. That's how their days went. They got up, either ate a room service breakfast or went to a café. Then they'd go see sights like the Eiffel Tower, The Louvre museum, The Arc de Triumph, or just walking around, experiencing the culture of Paris. Then they'd eat either at the hotel or in an expensive restaurant they could pay for. They day always ended with a kiss and then snuggling up.
Christmas Eve came and Hermione had completely forgotten her troubles. She was sitting in the hotel room with Draco, talking with him as he massaged her feet in soft firelight.
"This is romantic, Draco."
He smiled and he said, "Only the best for you."
She smiled, blushed, and said, "You know just what to say to get me to melt."
He smiled with satisfaction and he was about to respond when he heard a tap at the window. He stopped massaging her feet reluctantly and walked over to the window. He peered through the curtains and said, "It's a snowy white owl?" Hermione jumped up and said, "Hedwig!" She dashed to the window and opened it quickly, letting Harry's owl flew through the window. Hedwig flew to the mantle over the fireplace and ruffled her feathers, tired from the long journey. Hermione untied the letter and opened it. She read it, gasping for breath and muttering, "No…no….no! This can't be happening."
A/N- HAHA! I LEFT YOU ON A CLIFFY! lol! Okay, NOTES:Note #1- A reviewer said that I used "plop" too much, and after reading back over it, I realized they were right. I used a suggestion and I just wanted to say thanks, sxc turquoise sox!
Note #2- I think I spelled the French things right. I take French, so they should be right, but one can never be sure. Let me know if I spelled something wrong.
Note #3- I loved all the reviews I got! All of you are so great and I love all of you so much!
Note #4- One reviewer thought my last chapter was the last chapter! I guess it's understandable, the way I worded the Author's Note. Sorry for the confusion, "sam" and any of you others who were confused.
Note #5- My notes may seem pointless, but oh well, you'll get over it! Haha. Well, I hope you liked it. Please review and tell me what you thought. I'll love you forever if you do:D Criticism is welcome!
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Dangerous Combonation