"Mister Malfoy, Miss Granger, I called you in her to tell you about a trip that the two of you will be taking. Now it's not widely known, but the Head Boy and Girl are rewarded for their hard work by being sent on a vacation. In fact, you'll be leaving in two days for a beautiful beach on Honolulu, Haiwii. You'll be there for two weeks and all expenses have been taken care of. It's a muggle resort, so please pack accordingly. Please make the most of this break before you have to crunch for final exams. You will have chaperone when you get there. Her name is Keyelle Moikiki and you are to show her the uttmost respect," Proffessor McGonagall said sternly.
Hermione's face lit up and Draco could feel his own face break into a grin. Two weeks away from studies and the nagging duties of being Head Boy sounded very good to him. Hermione was thinking along the same lines.
Completely stunned, they left McGonagall's office and walked back to their common room. Neither spoke, each other them deep in their own thoughts. Once through the portrait hole Hermione's face split into a grin.
"Haiwii," Hermione squealed throwing her arms around Draco and giving him a quick squeeze. She let go of him and neatly landed in a heap on the sofa her face aglow with the promise of a sunny vacation.
"It will be nice," Draco admitted and he went into his room.
He was going to pack, but when he actually got around to looking at his clothes he knew there was something wrong. Not one thing he owned was either muggle, or made for warm weather. His wardrobe was hung with black school robes, a black dress robe and his Quidditch uniform. None of it was ideal for laying out on a beach. He opened his underwear drawer. There were muggle swim shorts in there, that he had brought just in case. Blue with white habiscus flowers on them, very tropical. Now all he needed was something to wear for the rest of the 11 days.
He walked back into the common room and noted that Granger must have gone into her own room. Ignoring the fact that she might get mad at him for bugging her, Draco knocked on the door.
"Come in," Hermione called and Draco swung the door open with little effort.
Hermione was moving between her wardrobe and her trunk picking out clothes and setting them on her bed. Draco could see the neat stack of clothes that already rested within her trunk.
"What do you want, Draco," Hermione asked as she placed a black one piece on top of her other clothes.
"You're not honestly going to wear that," Draco said wrinkling his nose and Hermione glared at him.
"Why not," she huffed.
"Hermione, you're a seventeen year old girl, shouldn't you be wearing bikinis," Draco questioned and Hermione's mouth twisted grimly.
"I'd rather not," Hermione said and Draco shrugged as if he had tried his best to convince her.
"That can't be the reason you came in here," Hermione said blushing as she stuffed her underwear into her trunk before he could inspect them.
"No, actaully. I just realized that I have no muggle summer clothes. I was wondering if you had any ideas on how I could obtain some," Draco said in his most elegant tone.
"I might," Hermione said without looking at him.
"Well either you can or you cannot, which is it," Draco pressed.
"I guess I could ask Proffessor McGonagall if we could go shopping before we go," Hermione said and Draco smirked.
"Of course she'll say yes, it's you after all."
"Get out of my room!"
"Love you too," Draco called as he closed the door.
Their means of travel were muggle. Draco was completely shocked when he and Hermione met the cab that was taking them to Heathrow Airport. It was an atrocious pink with large flowers painted on it, and a large sign advertising a London opera house. Hermione set her trunk in the back compartment of the car and Draco did the same, while peering around himself in wonder. Cars were whizzing by and Hermione had to pull him out of the street lest he be ran over. They both got into the cab and it the driver stepped heavily on the gas pedal.
"Buckle up," Hermione called shoving a strap into Draco's hand.
"What," He asked and she sighed and grabbing the strap from him, clicked it into the small device beside Draco's hip.
"If we get into a wreck you won't fly out the windshield," Hermione said and Draco just looked bewildered.
"Honestly, Draco! How do you get to King's Cross every year?"
"Apperantly not the same way you do." Draco said not answering her.
Hermione rolled her eyes and pulled a book out of her small handbag.
"Why is that not suprising," Draco remarked as she flipped it open.
Hermione ignored him and went on with her reading. Draco stared out the window. Everything was rushing by so fast and he watched as the driver manuevered his car expertly around tight corners. But all this motion kind of made him sick, so he sat back in his seat and tried not to look at the scenery whirling by. Draco asked the driver how long it would take for them to get to their destination. In a stiff voice the driver replied in ten minutes they would be there.
Draco sat patiently until they stopped, then he fidgeted in his seat, but he couldn't understand how to get the seatbelt off. Hermione was stuffing her book back in her back when she heard Draco huffing irratabley next to her. She looked over and saw him glaring venomhently at the belt sitting across his lap. She chuckled to herself and leaned over and hit the button to release the buckle. She really thought Draco would have been grateful, but he gave her a dirty look as she unhooked her own belt and got out of the car.
Draco wasn't used to being unable to do things for himself, and seeing how easily Hermione dealt with these things, it only made him pout. He got out of the car and slammed the door harder than neccassary. The driver glared at him as he drove off. Draco and Hermione were left there, with two airplane tickets and their trunks. Draco found some carts and they put their trunks on them.
As they pushed their carts along, they saw tons and tons of people, lots of them in big tour groups. They nearly walked past their gate, but Hermione noticed it in the knick of time. They checked their bags in and headed over to seating area. Their plane was delayed but only slightly. They were flying to New York, then to California and then on to Haiwii.
As they sat there, Draco could feel peoples eyes on him. He looked around and spotted a group of girls his age. They were with an older lady who was irratabley reminding the girls to behave themselves on the plane. A few of the girls smiled as they realized Draco was looking at them. A few whispered and then laughed. Draco turned and saw Hermione looking at the girls out of the corner of her eye. She didn't look too happy. Draco smirked and put his hand on Hermione's.
"Darling, don't be jealous," He said mockingly and Hermione snorted and pulled her hand away from him.
Three of the girls actaully got up and came over to Draco. He was rather suprised at their moxy. One girl had dark red hair and was rather short. The other two were the same height, one had black hair and the other had blonde. They weren't bad in the looks department, but nothing compared to the girl who sat beside him sighing irratabley.
"Hi, I'm Priscilla. What's your name," The girl with the dark hair asked and Draco smiled at her.
"Draco Malfoy," He drawled shaking her hand.
"Me and my friends thing you're gorgeous," The girl said without hesitation. Indeed her eyes were trailing him up and down lustily.
"Well, of course. Because I am," Draco said smirking.
Hermione hit his arm with her book.
"Oh, who is that," The blond girl asked her eyes narrowing in dislike as she spotted Hermione.
"This bookworm?" Draco asked pointing to Hermione who gave him a death look. "Just my lovely girlfriend from school."
"Oh," The girls said simultaniously and in very disapproving tones.
"I am not," Hermione said angrily and Draco shot her a look.
"Well what is it," The red haired girl purred.
"She's just an aquaintance actaully. From my school. We hate each other," Draco said light-heartedly.
"Well that's good," The blonde said and Hermione's fists clenched.
Luckily the girls chaperone called for them just then and they left reluctantly.
"See you on the plane," Priscilla said winking at Draco and he nodded.
"Hoochies," Hermione muttered under her breath and Draco laughed.
"Don't worry, I think so as well," Draco said as if this would cheer Hermione up.
"Wonderful," Hermione said sarcastically and went back to reading her book.
When they were finally seated on the plane Draco looked over at Hermione nervously. Although his face didn't show it, he was quite worried about flying in this muggle contraption. Hermione stowed her bag under her seat and looked over at Draco. She pointed to his seatbelt and he nodded. He picked it up and put it across himself. Instead of doing it for him this time, Hermione just let Draco struggle until he finally clicked the belt in place. He looked so pleased with himself that Hermione just rolled her eyes.
Hermione nodded her head in a bored fashion as the captain made his pre-flight announcements. She was glad when they finally started rolling towards the runway. It was few minutes more before they were even close to taking off and Hermione could feel Draco tensing beside her.
"It's alright. Planes are perfectly safe. Just relax," Hermione said calmingly.
Draco looked over at her and she could see the almost pure terror in his eyes. She reached over and grabbed his hand. He squeezed her's so hard she thought he might break one of her fingers, but she ignored that. They finally were cleared for take off and Hermione told Draco to take deep breaths as the plane picked up speed. When they finally lifted off the ground and started to climb, Draco closed his eyes.
They finally leveled off and Draco let go of Hermione's hand, which was now red because of all the pressure he had put on it. Hermione rubbed her hand absentmindedly as Draco finally took the deep breathes she had been instructing him to take. She looked ahead of her and met the eyes of the blond haired girl who had come up to Draco earlier. She sent Hermione a dark look, that Hermione shrugged off completely.
The onflight movies started and Hermione plugged in her headphones and was flipping through the channels when Draco tapped her on the shoulder. She put the headphones around her neck and looked at him.
"How does this work," Draco asked holding up his own head phones and pointing to the screen placed in the back of the chair in front of him.
Hermione angrily shushed him, because the elderly couple beside them was giving him odd looks. Hermione leaned in, "Not so loud the muggles will wonder."
Draco didn't bother apologizing, he shrugged instead
"These are head phones, they go on like this," Hermione said grabbing his headphones from him and unwinding the cord first, stuck them on his head for him. Draco nodded as if he totally understood, although Hermione could tell he was utterly lost.
"Now you plug them in," Hermione demonstrated by plugging in his headphones to his armrest, "You turn this on and then you use this button to see what's on," Hermione explained.
Draco's eyes were glued to the screen as Hermione pushed the on button and it came to life. He pushed the button Hermione had indicated and started watching King Arthur. Hermione laughed at Draco's expression and then turned back to watching her own movie. The flight was a long one, and eventually Draco fell asleep leaning uncermoniously on Hermione. Hermione was still awake, and she let Draco lean on her, something that suprised her. She looked ahead and saw the group of girls all turned around in their seats to stare at her and Draco.
Those girls really were strange, they had no shame when it came to rude staring apparently. Hermione feeling stupid, put her head on Draco's and fell asleep.
When they woke up, it was with severe cricks in their necks and a warm meal on their trays. They had only slept for two hours, Hermione realized by looking at her watch, but it had felt like longer. She picked up the tin foil that covered her food and picking up her fork, ate ravenously. Draco was a different story, when he saw what his food was to be he wrinkled his nose and pushed it away.
Hermione had never dined with Draco Malfoy and she did not know he was a very picky eater. The vegetables on his chicken had totally grossed him out and he almost gagged as he watched Hermione shoveling this disgusting food into her mouth. Hermione wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin and looked over at Draco. His food was untouched and he was ignoring it pointedly.
"Don't you like chicken," Hermione asked.
"I like chicken, but I don't like it smothered in disgusting sauce and covered in vegetables," Draco said snottily and Hermione just shook her head.
The flight attendant came by and gave them warm towelettes and took their food away. Draco smiled at her gratefully and the flight attendant, although she had to be at least fourty and was stern looking, lit up like a Christmas tree under Draco's gaze. Hermione wasn't suprised then when she came back with the drink cart that she attended Draco first even though he was farther way from the aisle then Hermione.
"Good service," Draco said with a smirk as he sipped his club soda.
"I think I am going to take a walk around the cabin, don't want blood clots after all," Hermione said unbuckling herself and standing up.
"Oh, goodie, I need to use the toilet," Draco said and he after a couple of tries, unbuckled himself also and got unsteadily to his feet.
"Cramp, cramp," he complained as he marched past Hermione and into the bathroom.
When Draco came back out, he felt much better. He saw Hermione on the other side of the aisle talking to a young couple with window seats. She looked pretty happy from where he stood. He went to his seat and sat down. He was about to put the headphones on when a girl plopped down in the seat next to him.
"Hermione, it's about time. Now which movie should I watch, I've watched three already," Draco said before he realized he had addressed the wrong person.
"Sorry, you're not Hermione," Draco said nonchalantly, not even embarrased at his mistake.
"Nope. So how are you liking this flight," Priscilla purred showing every one of her pearly teeth as she smiled.
"It's my first actaully and it's been alright," Draco said and Priscilla nodded with interest.
"So why are you traveling with this Hermione girl if you can't stand her," Priscilla asked and Draco chuckled.
"To tell the truth, she adores me, can't keep her hands off me, it's rather sweet. Our school is sending us on vacation, we're Head Boy and Girl at my school," Draco drawled.
"Now isn't that just cute. But really you should be with someone a bit more... well normal. She's so strange, everytime I looked back at you two, she's either looking at you weirdly or she's reading a book," Priscilla said sniffily.
"Told you she fancies me. That's just how she is, she's been the top of our year since we began school," Draco said without a hint of bitterness.
"Doesn't she have a life," Priscilla asked snottily.
"Yeah, she's got two best friends. Both stupid and ugly. Hold on, look here, she has a picture of them in her bag," Draco said putting his hand into Hermione's bag and coming out with a photograph.
Priscilla looked at the picture and her eyes widened. Draco looked at her and realized that she didn't find Ron and Harry ugly in the least. This thought unsettled him. He stuffed the photo hastily back into Hermione's bag.
"Do all the boys who go to your school look like this," Priscilla asked and Draco stared at her before answering.
"I couldn't tell you. But I can tell you I'm the hottest one," Draco said arrogantly and Priscilla giggled.
"I can see that."
"Excuse me, but you're in my seat," Came a bossy voice Draco could have recognized under water, and he was grateful for her.
"Hermione, dear. I've missed you terribley. Please, Priscilla, I will talk to you later, but me and Mione need to discuss things," Draco said pointedly and Priscilla got up, but not before giving Draco a quick peck on the cheek.
He wasn't all that suprised, but Hermione glared venomously at Priscilla as she sha-shayed her way back to her seat. Hermione didn't say anything as she put her headphones on and stared angrily at the screen. Draco feeling like she wanted to be comforted, snuggled into her side.
"Hermione," he purred into her hair and she sighed.
"Draco, leave me alone," She said not taking her eyes off the movie.
Draco didn't move though and instead he fell asleep again. Much to Hermione's annoyance she couldn't shove him over either. Priscilla walked by a few times, prowled would be the more correct way to put it. She sniffed when she saw Draco's blonde head on Hermione's shoulder. Hermione just gave the other girl a simpering smile and went back to her movie.
When they arrived in New York they had to hurry to catch their next plane. They got on it in the nick of time. The flight was much the same as the first one, except this time the plane was smaller and Draco and Hermione had window seats. Another added bonus was that the giddy bunch of girls weren't there. Draco breathed easier without their annnoying stares.
Hermione and Draco slept through most of the flight, and were only really awake when they landed. Their next flight was delayed and they sat in the airport for over an hour. Draco bought them soda's and watched as Hermione looked longingly at a large atlas that was displayed in a shops window. Draco couldn't ignore it, so he went into the shop and bought the atlas. But not for Hermione, he rather liked lording it over her that once again he had something she didn't.
"It's just a stupid atlas," Hermione snapped as Draco read out to her for the twentieth time some information on the states of America, like the names of different cities and how many people lived there.
"But it's just so interesting," Draco said raising his pale eyebrows at her as if challenging her to think otherwise.
"Just shut up about it," Hermione said and she got up.
"Where are you going," Draco asked, but she pointedly ignored him.
It was pointless of him to ask her because he could see where she was going anyways, a few moments later she disappeared into a sweet shop. She came out a few minutes later clutching a large plastic bag of jelly beans. Plain old, Muggle jelly beans. Draco turned his nose up at the sight of them.
"They may not have every flavor, but they have pleasant flavors," Hermione said happily plunking down into her seat.
"Right," Draco said.
The last plane was bigger than the previous one and Draco was greatful for that. The only thing that was different was Draco and Hermione weren't seated with each other this time, seems when Dumbledore, or McGonagall booked their tickets they barely sqeaked them onto the flight. Draco was seated in a window seat next to a middle-aged woman with a penchant for leaning over Draco to see out the window, after a time he fell asleep, tired of constantly squeezing himself back into the seat so the woman next to him could see.
Hermione on the other hand was having a good time of it. She was seated in the middle section of the plane with boys on all sides of her. They were on their way to a math tournament in Haiwii. Hermione was glad to have some intelligent conversation that wasn't peppered with insults for a change, although she did find it somewhat uncomfortable not being able to relate anything of her life at Hogwarts.
She couldn't very well announce to them she was a witch. They'd just laugh. Their teacher, a Mr. Grimauldi, was very nice as well and Hermione found herself wanting to be a part of their Math Club.
"Hermione, you're British accent is absolutely a breath of fresh air," The boy sitting on her right remarked and Hermione laughed.
"You're accents are just as nice," She said politely, although she did admit to herself that she missed Draco's elegant drawl.
"You should come visit our school sometime. You'd love it there and we'd like you to come," The boy on her left said and Hermione smiled.
"That would be lovely."