Hermione opened the door of the bathroom, letting steam escape. She needed that shower. She was in her hotel robe again, because she didn't know where her clothes where. Hermione laughed to herself about how many times this robe had been worn in the past day.

Hermione took it upon herself to find the luggage where her clothes were kept. She stepped into the room to see Draco sitting with his back toward her on the bed.

"Draco, where did you put my suitcase?" Hermione asked. When she got no answer she started to walk closer to him.

"Draco, I asked you where-" She stopped mid-sentence when she saw what he was holding. She went and kneeled before Draco, trying to catch his eye.

"Please Draco, I-" She stopped when he abruptly stood, and walked to the balcony. Hermione followed him.

"Draco, please listen, I-"

"No!" His voice boomed. "You listen. You are my wife! No matter how much that might pain you its true. Nothing is going to change that. I don't want ever to talk to this Lucas again."

"But Draco-"

"Never again!" He screamed. He finally looked up at Hermione. She was looking down at the ground, but he could still see the tears streaming down her face. For a second it melted his heart. But then he quickly shook it off.

"I know this isn't what you wanted Hermione. But it's to protect the both of us. My father can't hurt us when we are together. But if he gets even the slightest notion that you have a secret lover, he will come over here and kill us both. I don't want you to ever see or talk to this person again. Is that understood?" She nodded in her silent agreement.

"Good." He turned and walked towards the closet, and pulled out Hermione's bag. He picked it up and put it on the bed.

"Get ready, love. We leave in an hour." He said quietly and gently. She stood and started to unzip her bag. Draco started for the door.

"Where are you going?" Said a gentle and meek voice behind him. He turned his head around to look at her.

"To get some breakfast."

"Ok" And Draco opened the door and left.

Draco came back into the room with two bags of food, marked with a label that said the name of the diner across the street. Hermione having heard him come in walked out of the bathroom. She wore a silk blue jersey wrap dress, and matching blue silk heals. She had her hair down, and it fell in ringlets down her shoulders. Peeking through the open collar on her dress she wore a simple strand of pearls. Draco just stared at her, and kept thinking about how she had looked in that merriwidow this morning. Hermione saw him staring at her and blushed.

"Do you want to eat outside?" She asked in a shy voice. Draco only nodded. They sat down and Draco unpacked the breakfast in the bags. They started eating in silence. Draco broke the silence.

"Listen, I'm sorry about this morning I-"

"No you were right." Hermione said quickly. Draco reached over and took Hermione's hand in his, and kissed it. She blushed and looked away, and he smiled.

Hermione and Draco didn't really talk on the way to the airport. It was a shy silence each trying to read one another. They sat in the lounge waiting for their plane to board. Hermione was reading a magazine she had bought and Draco kept checking his watch.

"Where's the bloody plane?" He asked.

"Calm down, we have another 15 minutes." She answered without looking up her magazine. She was actually anxious also. It would be the first time Draco and she would be on a muggle plane. She just knew how to hide it better.

"Well I'm tired of waiting." Draco complained. Hermione pulled a dollar out of her purse, and handed him the bill.

"Here, go buy me some gum from that stand over there."

"Why do I have to do it?"

"You're the one who can't sit still." Draco gave her a glare and practically stomped over to the stand.

It didn't take long until the stewardess was calling over the loud speaker for first class passengers. Hermione put her magazine in her bag and stood up. She walked to the line that had started to form with Draco trailing behind her having returned from the stand with the gum. When they got to the front of the line the stewardess took their tickets.

"Have a nice flight!" She said in practiced cheerfulness. Draco and Hermione kept looking at each other when walking down, what they saw a small hallway. When then finally got to the door, Hermione grabbed Draco's hand in excitement as they stepped on the plane. He smiled and led her to the seats.

Once seated, Draco came upon something troubling. Putting their luggage in the storage bins above them. He saw other passengers sliding things in with ease, and thought that it would be an easy thing to do. Granted that Draco always had someone else do this for him in similar situations, he was trying to do it anyways. He at first just tried to shove the luggage inside, when it wouldn't fit he began to try to fit it in all other kinds of ways. From her seat Hermione tried to coach him through it.

"Well maybe if you…That's right, turn it. No, not that way! The other way. You got to move it." Draco stopped for a second and looked down at her.

"Darling" He said with venom in his voice. "Stop trying to help me." Hermione sank sheepishly into her seat. A line started to pile behind Draco, and people were starting to get annoyed. A flight attendant saw this, and walked up to Draco.

"Need help sir?" She asked politely.

"Well-" She didn't wait for him to finish but took the bag from his hands and gracefully slipped it into the cabinet and shut it. She smiled at him and then turned and made her way back down the aisle. Draco sat down as Hermione was giggling. He shot her a look, and she stopped.

Draco reached to put on his seat belt, and started fumbling with it. Hermione reached over and buckled it for him. When pulling her hand away she brushed it against his member. He gave a sharp intake of breath, and looked at her. If she knew what she had done she gave no signs of it, gazing out the window. This was going to be a long plane ride.

Hermione and Draco were standing in the airport, very confused. Ever since the airplane had landing, it seemed that nothing had gone right. First they couldn't find where the luggage return was. Then Draco complained of having to use the bathroom, but they could not find one. When they finally found one there was a line, and Draco decided that he didn't need to go that badly. Now they where trying to find where they could catch a taxi.

"Welcome to Nice, France Airport." A women's voice boomed over the airport intercom. "Transportation is located on the lower level."

"Well that solves that" Said a semi-frazzled Hermione. Her dress had been wrinkled during the plane ride from England. She also was starting to get very tired and wanted nothing more than to get the hotel and take a nap.

The pair took the lift down to the lower level, and hailed a taxi.

"À où?" The taxi driver questioned the couple.

"Hôtel quatre points de palais de Sheraton Elysée" Draco replied. The taxi driver nodded and pulled away from the curb. Hermione smiled at him.

"I didn't know you spoke French." She exclaimed.

"Only a bit." He replied. She laughed and smiled at him. She had always wanted to learn French. They traveled a bit in silence until they got to the hotel. As soon as it was in view, Hermione's face lit up.

It was a very modern, beautiful hotel. The hotel did indeed have 4 points, 2 on each side making it a slim rectangular shape. In between the points on the ends was a statue of a goddess type woman. The building itself was a shinny chrome color, with lush gardens surrounding it.

Hermione shot out of her seat and rolled down her window to get a better look at it. The taxi driver scowled as the cool air or the car escaped as the hot air of Nice poured in. Draco leaned over Hermione and pushed the button, and the window rolled up. She looked back at him with a pout on her face. Draco just laughed and looked away. The cab driver pulled in front of the hotel.

As soon as they were stopped Hermione jumped out of the car so she could look at the hotel some more. Draco paid the driver while the bell hop started to get the bags out of the trunk. Draco collected Hermione who was practically skipping and brought her into the lobby so they could check in.

Hermione was practically jumping in the lift as they made their way to the suite.

"What do you think it will look like?" She asked him, with the enthusiasm of a 5 year old girl.

"I'm sure it will be lovely." Draco said. To him it was obvious that she didn't to stay in nicer hotels very often. Hermione let out a squealed and proceeded to watch the numbers on the lift go up.

When the lift got to their floor Hermione practically jogged to their room. She waited for Draco seeing he had the key.

"Hurry up, you prat!" Knowing that he was taking a long time, just to annoy her. He stepped up and reached to unlock the door. Once he got it open he pushed the door and stepped aside. Knowing that he would be knocked over if he didn't. Hermione rushed in and flipped on the lights and gasped.

"Oh bloody hell. It's just so beautiful." She said. The room was similar to the last one they had stayed in, but a bit grander. It was all a lovely shade of cream that gave the room a dreamy feel. The room was filled with fresh flowers, and Hermione leaned down to smell.

"Oh, Draco. Isn't it lovely?"

"Yes, love." He said while lying on the bed. Hermione ran over to the curtains and ripped them open.

"Oh, god. It's amazing!" She scooted to the side so Draco could see. It was amazing. The hotel was right in the middle of the town and you could see all of the Baie des Anges. Hermione turned around and walked towards the bed.

"Well, I'm pooped. How bout you?" Hermione questioned. She flopped on the bed without his answer.

"Well I'm just going to take a nap before diner." She said, snuggling to his chest. He looked at her questioningly. Who was this girl? Was this really the girl that only 3 days ago didn't even want to get married? The girl that had hated him all the 7 years they went to school together. This girl that was now snuggling to his chest, that he had seen half-naked a few hours ago, was that Hermione? He decided that she was a very peculiar creature. A creature that he decidedly wanted to find out about more.

A/N: Translate for French.

À où?- Where to?

Hôtel quatre points de palais de Sheraton Elysée- Hotel Four Points Sheraton Elysée Palace

The Hotel Four Points Sheraton Elysée Palace is a real hotel in Nice, France. I do not own this hotel, nor have any affiliation with it.