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The two sat in silence, Hermione staring out of the window and Draco looking straight ahead, tapping his fingers on his leg. The inside of the taxi was nothing like one from England. It was decorated with patterned rugs and shawls, with beads and other charms hanging wherever possible. The back seats were slightly worn down but still comfortable. Indian music blared out from the radio, the kind you'd dance to if you were in a better mood.
"Where'd you say you were goin' again?" the driver asked.
"Just to a good hotel, please. We haven't exactly got anywhere in particular in mind." Hermione smiled at him through the overhead mirror, which the taxi driver returned.
They drove down the busy main roads away from the airport, cars, bikes and other forms of transportation lined the roads, all honking and beeping at one another to 'get a move on'. They drove out of the main land and drove down a road that led them to a much nicer looking part. It was quieter, lots more grass, trees and plants. There were only a couple of cars moving past and ahead but they were all travelling slower and more carefully. Lining each side of them lay huge buildings which must have been hotels and complexes. Maybe even shops.
"Ooh, stop at this one!" Hermione pointed out a cream building to the driver, who immediately turned and drove towards the open reception area. Draco craned his neck towards Hermione's side of the window to get a good luck at where he'd be paying for them to stay.
"I have the bloody credit card, I'm paying and I don't even get to bloody pick where we bloody stay. This is bloody typical of women. They choose the bloody crapshack and the men just have to bloody pay. God I'm making out as if were a bloody married couple!" Draco muttered angrily. Let's just say he was not in the best of moods after seeing Hermione conversing with that other guy in the airport.
"Did you say something Draco, all I keep hearing is you saying bloody? Are you bleeding, hurt? Oh, do you have a nose bleed? Here, no worries I have a pack of tissues somewhere in my bag," Hermione began to rummage through he hold-all. Things inside it seemed to rattle and flutter, god knows the kind of thing she kept in there. Draco was sure she murmured something about a first aid kit; he raised his eyebrows at her. "Here we go!" Eventually her hand emerged holding one single tissue.
"You expect me to use this?" Draco held it up tentatively in only the tips of two fingers. He eyed it cautiously as if it had some sort of a disease. Hermione narrowed her eyes at the Slytherin sat beside her. Seeing the look she was giving him, slowly he lifted the tissue to his nose and pretended to blow.
"You could have just said you had a bunged up nose instead of lying you know." She took the tissue from him and stuffed it in a plastic bag that was lying on the bottom of the taxi.
"I never said I had a nosebleed, Granger."
"Oh, back on a last name basis are we again?"
The two stared daggers at one another.
"Sorry to break up this little, err…fight but I've taken the liberty of gettin' the bag out the boot for ya. I just need payin' now." The taxi driver looked at the two through the window. Slowly he opened the door to the driver's seat and slipped in, making the taxi bounce a little as he did. Draco passed his card to the front as a payment, whilst Hermione got out and stood by their bags.
The pair walked into the room and tiredly dropped their bags on the floor. As they did they both looked round the room. Red and yellow wallpaper adorned the walls, the odd picture of an Indian monument on them. It was a nicely polished wooden floor which by the looks of it you could easily slip on. In the corner was a lamp and next to it a red plush sofa with one yellow cushion propped up on it. To the right was a wooden door which led to a cream bathroom which had a shower, bath, sink, toilet and all the toiletries you could need. What surprised them both was what was in the middle of the room. One single bed, covered in a yellow duvet with red pillows.
"No! I specifically asked for two singles. Two! Can't they get anything right?! I'm going to ring reception right now and sort this out!" Draco grabbed the phone sharply from the holder that was lay on top of the bedside table and pressed a button on it. "Hello? Yes this is room 147…No I will not hold on a minute!…Okay I will…Yes I asked for two single beds and only got given one I need to change rooms…What do you mean?...No I can not, who do you think I am?...No I am not Miss Granger I'm Mr Draco Malfoy, Mr!...Whatever but my father shall be hearing about this! Be warned!" And with that he slammed the phone back down.
"And what did they say?" Hermione looked at him hopefully.
"No free rooms. They said we'd have to wait, I mean come on! Me, a Malfoy, wait? Preposterous!" He threw his arms up in the air.
"We're not in the wizarding world anymore you know, people have probably never even heard of your family here!" Hermione told him. Draco's eyes widened and he slumped on the sofa.
"Not heard of us? But were one of the best wizarding families!"
"And I thought you were smart," Hermione sighed, "Did you not listen to me? Their muggles Draco!" He crossed his arms over his chest and huffed. "Now for sleeping arrangements-"
"I get the bed!" Draco immediately jumped off the bed and pounced onto the bed like a lion claiming his prey. Hermione rolled her eyes. I thought he'd at least have the decency to be a gentleman and let me have the bed. I guess I was wrong. Looks like the old Malfoy colours are being brought out again.