A/N…Chapter 3! Yay.

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"Who is this?" Her mother asked, staring at the man standing behind her daughter.

"Draco Malfoy," He replied for her, his face remaining grim.

"What is going on?" Her father said, apparently confused.

"Well…you are in our vacation house." Draco said curtly.

"Excuse me?" Mrs. Granger replied, looking to her husband for support.

"Obviously the travel agency made some sort of mistake, Mum. We can just call and straighten everything out." Hermione said, walking toward the phone sitting on the counter.

"Are you here alone?" Her father said, looking toward Draco.

"No, my mother went out to get groceries, she'll be home soon."

"Well, hopefully we'll have this sorted out before then." Mr. Granger said, dialing the number of the travel agent.

Within a few minutes and raised voices coming from Mr. Granger, the man hung up the phone and walked back to where the two women had taken seats on the couch. Draco sat smugly in an armchair, his arms stretched out along its back.

"It was their mistake, but they don't have another house for us just yet, they said it'd be at least a week before one became free. So we're going to have to figure something out." He sighed.

At that moment Narcissa Malfoy walked through the door, her eyes widening at the unexpected guests and then going directly to Draco with confusion.

"Mrs. Malfoy, I presume?" Hermione's father stood up and held out his hand to her, the woman shook it timidly, still confused.

"We have a slight problem, mother." Draco informed her.

"What would that be? Who are these people, Draco?"

"These…are the Grangers." His mother's eyes moved directly to Hermione, obviously realizing who she was. "And, the bloody muggle travel agency you hired, double booked us in this same condo."

"Oh, my." She said, looking rather concerned.

"They said that they'd have another condo for one of us in a week or so." Hermione's father chimed in.

Narcissa attempted to digest this information and sat down on the arm of the chair Draco was sitting on. "So what do we do until then?"

"Well, this place is plenty large enough for all of us." Hermione's mother said, looking to her husband for a nod.

"I suppose. Are you suggesting we stay here together for the week?" Narcissa replied.

"As long as you see no harm in it, we don't mind." Mr. Granger said, looking hopeful that they wouldn't have to go through the trouble of trying to decide who got to stay in the house and who got to leave and go to a hotel.

Narcissa looked at the three of them, and then looked at her son who was sitting in a state of shock. "Alright, I think that will be fine."

"Mother, you don't honestly expect us to stay with these mugg…" Draco started.

"Enough! Draco. You're going to have to live with it." She snapped at him. Hermione resisted smirking at his face.

"Fine." He said in a huff, leaning back against the chair.

"Good then!" Mrs. Granger said cheerfully. "We'll move our things into the other two bedrooms." With that, Hermione's parents got up and began moving things around throughout the house.

Narcissa gave a small shrug and walked to the kitchen to put the groceries away.

Draco looked calmly at Hermione, contemplating exactly what to say to her.

Hermione on the other hand, spoke first. "Draco, we're going to have to survive this week without killing each other. Then, we will never have to see each other again. Can we at least be civil?" She sighed, waiting for him to snap back at her.

"Fine. You stay out of my way, I'll stay out of yours."

"Easy enough." She said, getting up to go unpack her things.

Draco grabbed her by her wrist before she could get past him. "And Granger…don't think for a moment that I'm going to be nice just because my mother is around."

"I wouldn't expect any less from you, Draco." She put emphasis on his name, hoping that he would realize she was calling him by his first name, instead of some other colorful string of words that she could have thrown together.

He watched as she walked away and down the hallway, wondering to himself exactly how much he was going to have to put up with her.

"This is supposed to be my vacation. I'm not supposed to have to put up with her anymore!" He sighed, exasperatedly. Eventually he got up from his seat and went to his room to find a book to read out on the back deck.

Hermione had beat him to it though, and after unpacking her room had gone out to the back porch to enjoy the sound of the ocean and to read. Just because she was out of school didn't mean that she was going to stop doing what she loved to do.

Draco walked out of the screen door to see Hermione, curled up on the swing, reading a book. She looked up at him as he walked out.

"Can I help you?" She asked, placing a finger in her page and closing the book.

"I'm going to read." He stated, walking over to the other end of the deck and sitting down on one of the lawn chairs.

Hermione shrugged and went back to her book. She soon found it hard to concentrate and began to look up at Draco occasionally. Eventually she just couldn't take anymore of the silence.

"What book are you reading?" She said, watching as he looked up at her in confusion.

"What?"

"What book are you reading?" She said again.

"A Collected Works of Edgar Allen Poe." He said, holding up the book for her to see.

"I didn't expect you to read muggle authors."

He shrugged, "Poe is one my favorites."

"I love his work," she agreed, looking out at the ocean. She wanted to say more, but couldn't think of anything, so she got up to walk to the edge of the deck and look down at the beach.

"It's so incredible." She said, watching as the last of the sun began to sink beneath the ocean.

"Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean--roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin--his control Stops with the shore." Draco recited, his face toward the ocean and not looking at Hermione.

She looked at him quizzically.

"Byron." He stated simply, looking at her.

She nodded, not really knowing how to respond to him. She looked up to the sky, admiring the stars and how clearly they were shining. "I think I'm going to go and sit in the hot tub for a bit." She said, not really sure why she was telling him, knowing that he probably didn't care.

He didn't reply, so she went into the house to change into her swimsuit and grab a towel. Her parents had finished unpacking everything and were sitting in the large living room, watching the television. Narcissa, Hermione saw, was sitting in the same room as her parents, reading a book. The sight was almost too much for Hermione, and she began to chuckle as she went to her room.

Once outside, Hermione found a hot tub big enough for 8 people that was already on and running. She put her towel down on a chair and slid into the hot tub, the bubbles swirling around her body. She let out a soft moan as she felt her muscles relax for the first time in probably 6 months.

She sat there for a while, enjoying the heat and the steam, laying her head back and looking up at the brightest stars she had ever seen.

"Its so clear out here, you can see all the major constellations." She heard a voice say.

With a gasp, she sat up and turned around. Draco was standing there, looking up at the sky.

"Draco! Don't scare me like that!"

"I couldn't resist. You were so intent on those stars, I had to break your concentration somehow." He snickered, walking over to a chair and sitting down to look at her.

"You're insufferable." She sighed, sinking lower into the water.

"I try."

"Do you want something? Or can I finish my soaking in peace?" She snapped, looking at him impatiently.

He shrugged, got up, and walked down the stairs to the beach. Hermione slipped back into her thoughts and rested her head back on the edge of the hot tub.

Eventually, Draco returned from the beach, carrying a large piece of wood. She looked at him strangely as he put the wood up on the table.

"What is that?" She said.

He jumped as he turned around. "I didn't know you were still here…Its driftwood."

She nodded, turning off the hot tub and getting out. Draco seemed to stare at her as she dried off her legs and wrapped the towel around her body. She walked over to where he was standing and touched the wood. "It's so smooth."

"Its great to make things out of. My entire room is covered in sculptures I made from driftwood." He seemed to get excited as he said this, reminding Hermione of a child who was showing guests all of their toys.

Draco seemed to sense this and paused for a minute, "What do you care?" He said, harshly.

She shrugged. "I don't, I just wanted to see what it was." She replied, her tone gave off the impression to Draco that she was hurt.

Hermione didn't say anything else and walked off to the house, leaving Draco alone. He looked off at the direction she had just come from, wondering exactly why he had wanted to apologize to her. He rubbed his hand over the drift wood one last time and walked into the house again, going to his own room and laying down on his bed.

"This is going to be a long week." He sighed, burying his face into his pillows.

A/N…ok, so its not as long as the other two chapters, but I figured if I put up another chapter, people would take me more seriously and would actually start reviewing my story.

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