When the plane landed in Haiwii, Hermione couldn't tell what day it was to save her life, they had went back a full day she was pretty sure of that. To Draco it didn't matter.
The thing that was bugging him was that Hermione was giving out her number and e-mail to a large group of boys. Even though they were math whizzes they weren't totally geeks. Draco found himself standing outside their group waiting for Hermione to stop hugging the boys and get a move on.
"Bye, Hermione," The boys called as she finally waved them goodbye and walked towards Draco who was looking hacked off about something.
"Done with your little fan club," He said icily and Hermione shot him a puzzled look.
"I do believe that Draco Malfoy is jealous," Hermione said and Draco scowled at her.
But he didn't deny it.
"Let's get to our hotel," Hermione said and they began walking to the exit.
"How are we getting there," Draco asked and Hermione smiled.
"Another car, this time we'll be meeting our chaperone, Mrs. Moikiki," Hermione said as they walked out into the sunshine.
Immediately they knew they needed to change clothes. Draco was in his green Slytherin sweater and grey pants while Hermione had on a pink pullover and polar fleece pants, where they had come from hadn't been warm in the slightest. Hermione spotted a large yellow cab sitting outside, the driver stood outside in a bright yellow shirt, swim trunks and sandals. He was holding a sign that said "HERMIONE MALFOY".
Draco looked at the sign and smirked. Whoever had written hadn't realized it made it seem as if Hermione had Draco's last name. It was sure to grate on her nerves and sure enough Draco saw Hermione blush and physically stiffen when she saw the sign. She walked over to the driver, her head held high and Draco in tow.
"We're Hermione and Malfoy," She said peevishly and the driver grinned at her.
"Aloha, welcome to Haiwii," He said opening the door for her.
"Thank you," Hermione said smiling graciously she let him take her trunk and stow it in the back. The driver did the same for Draco, and as soon as Draco had shut the door, they were off. This guy wasn't as skilled as the driver they had had in London, but he was still pretty amazing to watch. It was short ride, straight to the beach and Hermione gasped when they got there.
She had been excepting them to stay in a crowded resort with people everywhere, but instead they were taken to a large beach house. A woman stood outside of it, she was a native, for her skin was dark and her hair darker. She looked like a retired Miss America Peagant contestant gone to seed, because although she had a beautiful face, the rest of her was very filled out. She was just bordering the line of being curvy and being fat.
"I'm Keyelle. You two must be Hermione and Draco," she said in melidous voice.
"No offence, but Keyelle is a strange name. Beautiful, but strange," Draco remarked and Keyelle smiled at him.
"Draco is a strange name also. Why would a family want to name their boy dragon? Hermione is also strange, but being named after a goddes isn't a bad thing," Keyelle said and Hermione smiled broadly at her, while Draco just merely smirked.
"We should get on very well, I think," Hermione said.
"As long as you don't mind that I brought along a half dozen books and I may not respond to you when I am in the middle of one, yes I think things will work out fine," Keyelle said warmly.
Hermione smiled to herself, Keyelle reminded her, of her. The cab driver put their trunks down just below the steps to the front door of the house and Hermione and Draco had a time pulling them up the stairs. Mrs. Moikiki was of no assistance for she had her own large suitcase to struggle with. All were silent as they puffed loudly up the strairs. Mrs. Moikiki pulled a key out of her shorts and unlocked the door. She turned the knob and pushed the door open. As they dragged their trunks in, their jaws dropped. The house was beautiful.
All wooden inside with exotic looking furniture and beautiful paintings on the walls, was the first thing Hermione noticed. Draco liked the huge windows and big patio that he saw. Mrs. Moikiki looked at it as if she had seen this all before and went into the room she claimed as her own. Hermione and Draco chose their rooms, and dragged their trunks into them to start unpacking.
Draco's room looked almost the same as Hermione's although there were key differences. His bed had black sheets and on the wall were Chinese prints, a weird decorating touch in a Haiwiian beach house. He had his own bathroom, black marble jacuzzi tub, marble sinks, black toilet, it was very posh. He knew he was going to have trouble saying goodbye to this room.
Hermione's room was decorated differently, her bedding was purest white and on the walls were bright and cheerful painting of the beach and flowers. Her bathroom had a large clawed foot bathtub and a golden shower. The sink was red marble and all the towels were blood red also. The Gryffindor side of her was delighted.
Draco came into Hermione's room to see how her's compared to his. Hermione was splayed out on the bed, a blissful smile on her face.
"This is going to wonderful," She exclaimed.
Draco didn't answer her but instead peeked in her bathroom. It was nice, but nothing compared to his own, this he was sure of. He smiled at Hermione and then left her.
Draco went into his room and stripped down. He put on long green board shorts, a white shirt and some grey sandals. He felt much better. He went out into the living room and found Hermione laying on the couch in a disorganized manner, her nose, once again, in a book. Draco was slightly suprised to find her wearing a white cotton sundress.He couldn't help thinking she looked very good. She sighed and removed her eyes from her book to look at him.
"I've been wating for you. The rental car agency just sent over a car. I didn't know McGonagall had gotten us one. I think you'll quite like it. I want to go to dinner now, if you want to and Keyelle has given us permission," Hermione said and she got off the couch.
"Alright, let's go," Draco said and Hermione led him outside to the driveway.
Sitting there was the most beautiful car Draco had seen, although he didn't have much to compare it to. It was a candy apple red convertable porche. Hermione walked to the drivers side door and opened it. She had the keys in her hand she was very excited about driving the sports car. Draco got in the passenger's side reluctantly. He really would like to drive also. But he had no license and no way of obtaining one either, plus he'd never in his life driven before.
Hermione put the key in the ignition and turned it. The engine roared to life and Hermione sighed happily at the way it purred. She pushed a button and the top slid off and into the little compartment it fitted in, behind the backseat. Hermione pulled carefully out of the driveway, but once they were on the highway, she threw caution to the wind. She sped up, her hair was blowing in the wind and she loved this feeling of power.
"Hermione, don't you think we're going a bit fast," Draco asked as he gripped the seat tightly and Hermione just laughed.
"This may be the only time I ever get to drive a car like this. We're not going fast enough," She said pushing the clutch in and shifting the car into a higher gear.
"Yeah, it might be the last time you drive a car like this if you kill us," Draco snapped and Hermione just smirked at him.
They completely passed the hotel they were going to dine at. Hermione had to back pedal until they found the right road. From their own beach house they could see the hotel just a bit down the beach. It was a large cream colored building with palms everywhere. Hermione had the valet park her car and she smiled at him as she hopped out the car and dragged Draco into the hotel.
Glass everywhere. That's all Draco could think. He could see his bewildered reflection everywhere and it was unsettling. The main lobby was shimmering in the sun, glass ornaments hung everywhere. To Draco, it was all so gaudy. He followed Hermione past the front desk and on to a large neon sign that said Kalou. They went inside and were led to a table by a smartly dressed waiter.
The atmosphere in the retaurant was dark and moody, but in a romantic way. Hermione looked slyly across the table at her companion, who was busy looking around him in horror.
"My father would kill me," He said shaking his head. He was surrouned by muggles.
"He's not here. Relax," Hermione said smoothly, picking up the menu and cracking it open.
Draco gave her a dirty look and picked up his own menu. Everything had pineapple in it. The waiter arrived and Draco ordered a pineapple laddened salad, while Hermione got a steak marinated in pineapple juice. He took their menus and the two teenagers looked at each other. For the first time in a long time neither had anything to say. So they sat in silence and watched the people around them.
"I'm going to go to the bathroom," Hermione finally said, setting her napkin on the table and standing up awkwardly.
Draco nodded his head and watched her walk away, her hips swaying in a pleasing way.
Hermione stared at herself in the mirror. She was so pale! Why hadn't she noticed it before? She looked sickly, no wonder no boys wanted anything to do with her. Well except Draco and she tried heavily to resist him. She dried off her hands and left the bathroom. She was walking through the many tables when out of nowhere a large black object hit her in the head, followed by a body hitting hers. She stumbled and dissoriented, looked around, not sure what had even happened.
A warm hand grabbed her hand and she stared at the finely sculpted nails and dark skin for a moment.
"I'm so sorry. You're not hurt, are you," Came a very American voice and Hermione's gaze was drawn to his face.
She nearly stopped breathing. There was no way that a man should look so wonderful. His eyes were like dark liquid as they stared at her.
"Yes, I'm fine," Hermione said feeling anything but.
He was balancing a large black tray on one tanned arm and he let go of Hermione to steady it.
"You're British," He said sounding mildly surprised and Hermione blushed and nodded.
"I really am sorry. It's my first day working here," He explained and he looked nervously around.
"I'll let you get back to work," Hermione said and he nodded distracdely.
She made it back to their table, flustered more than anything.
"I was going to come in after you," Draco drawled and Hermione laughed.
"A waiter waylayed me on my way back," She said and he looked at her oddly.
Their food had arrived while she was gone and she dug in enthusiastically. When they were paying their tab, she saw the waiter again, dashing by, his tray leaning precariously. He threw her a smile and a small wave as he passed, and when Hermione turned, a large smile on her face, she saw that Draco was scowling darkly.
They left after that, going outside to see a pristine sun set unfolding between the palms.
Hermione hopped into the convertable and started the engine. She pulled out all nice and slow like, but as soon as they hit the highway she let loose. She howled with laughter as they took a corner and Draco squealed. He glared at her venomously. He had a reason to be frightened. She was driving very carelessly, as far as he was concerned. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes he would have never believed she was capable of being like this.
They reached the beach house alive and Draco unbuckled himself with shaking fingers and got out slowly. Hermione laughed at him again and sailed into the house ahead of him. He walked with as much dignity as he could muster up the stairs and through the door. Keyelle was sitting in a large arm chair, reading a book. He nodded to her and went to his room to fall asleep.