Chapter 11!
There wasn't much to look at on the drive up.
Just the endless fields upon fields of cattle that were grazing lazily, backs turned from any viewers.
Though there were rarely any.
Draco mostly talked the way up, trying to apologize to Hermione for taking longer then usual to get ready.
And for his small… outburst …he had earlier at the house.
"Ok, Draco, I get it. You're sorry!" She said.
Her face grinned with her after thought.
"Though I think the look on your face was rather hista…"
She was cut off by a loud and dramatic sigh from Draco has he raised his arms and looked to the sky.
"Can't you just forget it?" He turned his face away from her to look back out of his window.
"It was embarrassing enough the first time you brought it up…" He muttered, not quiet sure if she would laugh at him again or start getting mad.
It was unusual, yes, for Hermione to get mad over most subjects, but she hadn't been in the best of moods lately.
And for no apparent reason either.
She glanced at him for a few seconds before turning her eyes to the road.
Her Cheshire cat grin left her face and left her lips in a perfectly straight line.
The silence between the two "mature" adults, caught the attention of the backseat driver who put her book, Advanced Potion Making, down on the seat beside her.
"You guys got to stop all this!" Brielle said as she practically through her doll at the back of Draco's head.
Hitting dead center.
She leaned back quickly as Dracos arm reached behind him into the backseat.
Brielle giggled and laughed as she wiggled her legs out of Dracos reach.
But Dracos arms were much longer, and stronger, then her legs, and caught her ankle and started tickling her.
"Oh, now you're going to get it little missy!"
He boomed liked a giant ogre going to gobble her up.
"I'm the great mean and scary Uga Buga monster and I you shall make a yummy edition to my lunch today!" Draco said in a deep voice, as his manner of speaking was slow and he couldn't turn around to make the effect more believable.
"Ahh! Mommy! He's going to eat me!"
Brielle kicked her feet at the back of Dracos seat.
Hermione was happy, but she didn't appreciate them distracting her from driving.
"Hush you two, how am I ever going to get to the beach with you two screaming and making drive off the road every now and then?"
Brielle stopped her loud talking and Draco withdrew his arm back to the passenger seat, allowing Brielles leg to be free.
No more then a second later, Hermione's hand struck out playfully and hit the back of Dracos head.
"What was that for? I thought you loved me?"
He looked at her with a look of innocence that not even Brielle could possibly posses.
"Love you? Yeah right." She was annoyed now.
Draco could hear it in her voice.
"That was for getting me distracted, now I'm lost and have to turn around." She snapped back at him.
They drove on until Hermione got back to the point from where she started getting lost at, and they were getting even closer to the beach.
Hermione was deep in thought about Dracos actions in the earlier part of the day when she wanted him to get into the car.
'Why would he be afraid of a car anyway?'
'I mean, sure he wasn't in Muggle Studies at all, but I'm sure that he knew what they were.'
Her mind flashed back to their second year, when she remembered Draco teasing Ron and Harry about flying in on a magic car, and he seemed to be totally normal about that.
"Hey Draco, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, what's on your mind?"
"You remember in our second year, you had once teased Harry and Ron for driving to school in a magic car…"
"I think I know where this is going…"
"So why are you so afraid of them now?" Hermione finished, satisfied with the cards she brought to the table.
"I thought you were going to ask me a question! You said nothing about an interrogation!"
He drew the line on that subject. Ever since his father had died, he was a whole new person.
He could go where he wanted, eat what he wanted, and even talk to whomever he wished.
At first Draco had no idea what to do with his newly found freedom, and just wasted away the weeks.
Then, he ran into the last person he had wanted to see. Harry Potter. They had argued and then found out about the others life and left things at that.
Never wishing to speak of that day to a soul for the rest of their lives.
"I was a different person then, and Voldemort was still in power." He ran his hands through his blond hair, tossing it every which way, not caring if strands landed in his face.
Hermione didn't press the subject any further, and was relieved that they were approaching the resort on the beach.
To any Muggle who happened upon the building, saw it as abandoned and could collapse at any mere moment.
But to those with magically blood, saw it as a luxurious hotel that surpassed even some of the best houses in the wealthy area surrounding them.
"We're here!" Hermione sang in her cheery voice, as she parked the car right outside of the building entrance.
Draco got out and unpacked the car onto a little trolley that appeared out of nowhere. He ran to the other side of the car to unbuckle Brielle from her seat and swing her around high above his head.
Hermione was pushing the trolley up a ramp and into the disassembled building, Draco and Brielle in her wake. Not the funeral type of wake, the type you see after a cloud passes over the ocean, creating from its depths, anger and fury of a storm.
The building itself from the inside, was something to be impressed by. That is if you haven't lived your whole life in luxury like a certain someone standing with them in the room.
A lady with blonde hair was sitting in uniform at the front desk, a smile plastered to her botox created face. Not the type she would have originally given if she was greeting her boyfriend or best friends, but the type you get from the teenage cashiers at a supermarket when you take a minute or two to dig out change for a pack of gum.
No, from first glance, Hermione immediately dubbed the botox blonde to be like one of those many cashiers she had run into. 'This should be some vacation.' Hermiones conscience was repeating over and over in her head.
As she was about to ask the lady for a room, when Draco stepped forward and pushed Hermione out of the way. If he had seen her face, bothered to even look at it after what he did, he would have seen the image of a very shocked fish. Minus the fins and gills.
"One room please." Draco asked in a lazy voice as he rolled his eyes and looked at the ceiling. You could clearly tell that he was anxious to get to the beach.
The botox blonde slowly lifted her head to meet Dracos very impatient face staring at her.
She seemed to be able to keep her cool under his intense pressure, and looked lazily down at the charts on a clipboard in front of her.
She tilted her head slightly and leaning it on her hand. "We have a room available on the fifth floor."
She looked at the chart again and continued. "There's one bathroom, a TV, one bed…"
Hermione cut her off at the mention of the one bed. "What do you mean, only one bed?"
"I ment what I said."
"But can't you see that there's three of us here!"
"Oh, there is that little one too…"
"Do you have another room available?"
"Just that one, Ma'am." You could tell by the disrespect in her voice, she wasn't happy that she was being kept from her wizards pornish magazines she kept hidden under her desk.
Draco looked at Hermione. "Brielle is small enough for us to all sleep together, so why not we take it?" Hermione pondered the idea. If all three of them slept in the same bed, that ment that Brielle could sleep between Draco and her, keeping him away from her.
Hermione smiled at her genius thinking. "We'll take it!" She was certainly happy to think that she wouldn't have to actually sleep next to Draco.
Draco paid in gold for their three night stay, and they headed for the elevators in an enclosed lobby away from the hustle and bustle of the wizarding staff trying to be as patient with their trying customers who I swear were trying to spend all their money on trying to look like the most fucking rich people in the establishment.
Seeing as their were already many people waiting at the elevators and they were the last ones to take an elevator up in the end, which took a longer time then predicted.
The first group of people that went up was a mother and what looked like her mother, trying to keep a set of quints under control. Man, did Hermione feel bad for their mother.
She didn't know if she could stand to have that many children at once. Maybe if they were all as good as Brielle was… But that was rarely likely to happen. It wasn't like she would ever get married again anyway.
The last group, or person, to go up before their turn, was a very obese wizard wearing tight wizards gym clothes. Once the door shut and the little numbers above the doors flashed to the different floor levels, Draco started laughing for no apparent reason.
To him it was apparent. Maybe even to Hermione, if she really thought laughing at an overweight man was anything to laugh at in the first place. It was more embarrassing for her, standing with an explosive Draco grabbing his stomach from the pain he himself caused, but later would blame it on the obese man from the elevator, then it was to take Ron to an all out all you can eat feast at the Diagon Alley once a month.
She would have done that, if they were on better terms. But she wasn't feeling like being taken anywhere with Ron.
They finally reached their room and they all collapsed down on the medium sized bed in the center of the room. (You all do know it was against the wall, right?)
Brielle suddenly got up and ran to a corner in the room where a little couch, made especially for children, sat. she pulled at a tab at the bottom of it and it transformed into a bed that would fit her perfectly. Her feet and head were equally distanced between the headboard and baseboard.
"I'm sleeping here tonight!" She said as she jumped under the covers of the soft quilted bed.
Hermione only gaped at her like the fish she was deep in touch with for the second time of that day. Looking over at Draco, you could only guess he was happy to hear of this news.
"But…" She lost her words as she was soon tackled by a blonde headed ferret.
"Oh, so I guess I'm not good enough to sleep with now am I?" He tickled her sides with the arm he wasn't using to pin her down to the bead.
"No, it's just that…I'm not comfortable with it!" She pushed him off and, in the process of grabbing her bathing suit from her luggage, she darted for the bathroom door and bolted it locked.
She yelled for Draco that they should get ready for the beach and continued turned red at the thought of Draco in a bathing suit.
She only heard the end of his reply.
"See you when you get out."
A./N.: Hey there everyone! Again I know that I haven't updated in a while, but I have the busiest summer schedule then I thought I would for this summer! I need some help! IDEAS PEOPLE! GIVE ME IDEAS! I've had a writers block for the last day or two, not being able to remember if I should rewrite this whole chapter over or just give it to you raw. As you can now see, you got the second.
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