Summary: Hermione had joined a tour group that would go around the world and visit the sites of the seven ancient wonders of the world. She was in it for the knowledge and to get the chance to travel. He was in it so he had an excuse to get away for the summer after 7th year. Draco is a guide. It'll be a summer they never forget.
Title: Wonderwall
Chapter Two: Sneaky Ferrets and a Poolside Romp
"Malfoy!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing here?" The turbulence had set in again and her body was being thrown from side to side.
"I could ask you the same question, Mudblood," Malfoy said, holding onto the seats on either side of him to steady himself.
"Yes you could, but my answer wouldn't be nearly as interesting yours, I'm sure. Now, enlighten me as to why you are on a muggle trip, with muggles, going to muggle places, oh and did I say WITH MUGGLES!"
"First of all, mudblood, it's none of your damn business what I do and who I associate with. Second of all, stay the hell out of my way if I have to guide you on this tour the wonders bull crap," he hissed. "And thirdly, my little muddy mudblood, move."
Mory just sat there bewildered. What kind of slang were they speaking in? He assumed it was the part of England they were from.
Hermione's body tensed as he repeated the word mudblood. It didn't affect her as much as it had back in second year, but now they were out of school, even if they had only been out for a week, and things were supposed to change. A summer with Malfoy is not what she had expected.
And then Hermione reminded herself of what she had thought. Those words that had been used as comfort for her during take off. If anything bad happens on the airplane, you can just apparate home.
Right now was one of those moments where she wished she could just apparate home. Her trip had been in vain seeing as only one of the ancient wonders was still standing. Now Malfoy was a guide, this seemed like a bad plane ride to her.
But, two thousand pounds in the gutter, and none the happier, Hermione made her way off of the airplane, through customs, and aboard the bus that was to take her to her hotel in Alexandria, Egypt.
She took a seat in the very back of the bus; as far away from Malfoy as possible. Why was he even on this trip? The muggle hater extraordinaire, the soon to be death eater (if he wasn't already) of Voldemort, and the one who deemed all muggle borns unworthy because their blood was "tainted".
To say that Hermione's curiosity was sparked was an understatement. She could do some serious damage to his status if she told someone from the wizarding world that he was here.
She really wanted to bring him down. She hated the snitch. She'd still never forget the time he ratted them out to their head of house when he followed them down to Hagrid's hut.
She loathed him, to say the least. After all the charges against him for Dumbledore's death had been dropped, he had been allowed to return to Hogwarts. Needless to say, he had been shunned by everyone except the few students that remained in his own house. Why he wanted to return to the school was a mystery to everyone, but the most common rumor was so that he could spy on Harry.
Even he found that impossible though, teachers were breathing down his neck everywhere he went.
"Hi," a voice next to Hermione said. "I'm the girl from the plane ride, the one who bumped into you. I'm still so sorry about that by the way." Hermione surveyed her, she was pretty, but more along the lines of Malfoy's type of girl; she had a pixie cut, blonde hair do; a thin body; she looked rather tall and leggy.
Hermione smiled, "No problem. I really hate plane rides."
"Me too!" she exclaimed. "I've had a fear of them since I was little; we didn't travel much so I guess I never really got used to them. So I took this trip so I could face my fear. My name is Rachel. What's yours?" she asked.
"Oh, I'm Hermione," Hermione said, looking around. She really wished there was an air conditioner on the bus, it was so hot here compared to the grey skies and rain of England, not to mention the frost bitten wind.
"So why are you on this trip then, Hermione?" Rachel asked.
"I guess because I always wanted to see the Seven Wonders of the World, but I found out on the airplane that only one of them is still standing, so I'm a little disappointed."
"You didn't know that?" Rachel asked the question as if it held the most obvious answer in the world. "I thought all kids learned about them in geography class in fifth year!" she exclaimed.
"You did?" Hermione asked.
"Well didn't you?"
"Um, no. I went to a boarding school." Hermione said, hoping Rachel wouldn't ask anymore questions.
"That's awesome! I wish I could have gone to one! Was it fun?" she asked.
"You have no idea," Hermione stated with a smirk on her face.
Mory stood up and looked at the group before him, "good afternoon everyone," Mory said smiling. "We should be at our hotel shortly!" cheers came from the audience of passengers. Mory laughed, "Now, tonight we plan to stay at the hotel and get to know one another. Tomorrow we are going to go check out our first stop on our trip and then party that night!" This got more cheers from the audience. "Then the day after tomorrow we will set off for the next stop on our adventure!"
Hermione smiled and cheered with rest. Mory shot her a glance, and a wink, before sitting back down next to Malfoy.
"Oh baby! He is dreamy Hermione, and he winked at you! How do you feel?" she asked, mimicking a television personality as she held an invisible microphone up to Hermione's mouth.
"Well, Rachel, I would have to say I feel pretty flattered."
Rachel covered the invisible microphone, "Is that all you're going to give me? I need something to work with here," she whispered. "What did you say Hermione?" she asked in the obnoxiously loud voice.
"I said, Rachel, I feel pretty flattered," Hermione repeated.
"Well if that's all you're going to give me to go on, then I guess this interview is done!" Rachel joked. Hermione laughed at her new acquaintances carefree personality. It was rather attractive and Hermione felt a little intimidated, and kind of jealous that she wasn't as carefree as her companion.
They arrived at the hotel and got their room arrangements. Hermione and Rachel picked the each other to be a room buddy and they made their way upstairs to the third floor, which was the floor that all of the group would be staying on for the next couple of days.
The room was beautiful, complete with two full sized beds, a vanity, a dresser, and a balcony which over looked the swimming pool below. Hermione opened the doors and let the breeze fly in, this place really was hot.
At about seven o'clock, Rachel and Hermione were dressed in their bikinis and sundresses, heading to meet the rest of the tour group, the majority of which had spent the day at the pool.
Hermione had spent the day reading the books on Egypt that were in the room; while Rachel slept next to her on the bed to her left. This place really was magical, but in the sense that you could find anything you wanted here: love, life, and happiness.
So with their towels under their arms and no need for sun block because the sun had already gone down, they were making their way to the poolside restaurant to meet the rest of the group for dinner.
Hermione sat at a table with Rachel and were soon joined by Mory and, to Hermione's dismay, Malfoy. She had just accepted the fact that he was here, and she was going to try to ignore him as much as was physically possible.
Hermione enjoyed some light conversation with Mory, while Rachel tried to interest Malfoy, who didn't seem to be all that interested in return.
"Mory, would you mind if I steal Hermione away from your for a minute?" Rachel asked, flashing a dashing smile.
"Not at all," Morallus said, flashing an award winning smile in return.
Hermione was lead away from the table and into the ladies restroom.
"It's no use, Hermione. He won't even hold a conversation with me; I don't think Draco is interested in me. And what kind of name is Draco anyway? What should I do?" Rachel whined.
"I think you should forget it. He is a jerk, and you're too good for him. Trust me when I say he is an asshole." Hermione said, putting emphasis on the word asshole.
"How do you know? You haven't spoken two words to him all night."
"We went to school together." Hermione said, but immediately regretted saying so, she had let one slip.
"You did? But I thought you went to boarding school. Hm, it must truly be a small world." Rachel chuckled, reapplying lip gloss in the mirror. "So how are things going with Mory, the dreamy guide who has his eye on you?"
"Well he's charming, and handsome, and sweet, but I'm not sure. He seems alright I guess."
"You guess? Hermione come on, he's perfect. If you don't want him I'll have him." The girls laughed in unison. "Now come on, it's almost nine o'clock and we should be moon light swimming!" Rachel took Hermione's hand and led her out of the bathroom.
When they returned it seemed everyone had already begun swimming. The only person not in the pool was Malfoy; as a matter of fact, Hermione didn't see him anywhere.
Shrugging it off she excused herself and made her way back up to her room, she had forgotten to grab a hair tie.
She grabbed one off of the vanity and made her way over the balcony to look down at the people in swimming pool. It seemed they were having a volleyball match in the water. Hermione laughed and turned around to make her way back to the pool so that she could join in the festivities.
She heard her door close and wondered who it could have been. Hermione walked over to it and opened the door enough to see a certain platinum blonde boy walking away from her room.
"Hey," Hermione yelled at him. "Just what do you think you were doing in my room?" Hermione asked.
"I'm a guide, mudblood, I can do whatever I want." Then he turned and went into his own room. That arrogant son of a –
Minutes later Hermione was in the pool playing volleyball and had completely forgotten that Malfoy even existed. He really was a waste of space.
At around 11pm people started making their way back to their rooms. Hermione was listening to the water fall as Rachel took a shower. Hermione had already had hers and was standing on the balcony, looking around at the beautiful surroundings.
Her attention was directed towards the pool as she heard a splash and then saw someone come out from under the water and begin swimming laps.
It was Malfoy.
Why was he swimming now? This sparked the matter from earlier, of him being in her hotel room. Deciding that she wanted to figure out what happened, Hermione headed down to the pool for the third time that night.
Malfoy didn't notice her walk up to the side of the pool so Hermione picked up a ball from a beach chair and threw it as hard as she could at his head. Luckily the toy had a metal ball inside of it, or else it wouldn't have gone anywhere.
It beamed Malfoy in the head and startled him. He sucked in water due to his surprise and began coughing as he choked. Hermione stood watching him, stunned. He would be fine, she knew. Having regained his composure he wheeled around to see who the culprit had been. He narrowed his eyes at her and shot her a hate filled sneer.
"That wasn't funny, mudblood." He hissed, his voice low and commanding.
"I beg to differ, ferret. It was highly amusing on my part. I came down here to ask you once again, why were you in my room earlier?"
"You really want to know?" he asked.
"Yea." She said, playing along with his game.
"Well too bad. You shouldn't have chucked that ball at my head." He said with a smirk, and then began swimming laps again.
Hermione picked up the nearest thing, which happened to be a pool noodle, and threw it at him. As if having sensed she was going to do something of that nature, he apparated next to her and Hermione screamed as Malfoy grabbed her by her shoulders and pushed her sideways into the pool.
Hermione didn't have any time to react because as soon as he had apparated next to her, she had found herself underwater.
She resurfaced to find Malfoy gone; infuriated, she got out of the pool to go take another shower.
From their balcony, Rachel stood watching the pool from above. What had just happened?
A/N: Uh oh. Cliffie.
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