The Path of Eternity

"Malfoy, what did you do to my luggage?" Hermione said slightly perturbed as she glanced down at the vast amount of unfamiliar clothes that were currently sprawled across her bed.

"I didn't do anything to your precious crap…What happened to it?" Draco said from his room that happened to be right next to hers.

Their rooms were absolutely gorgeous. There was a huge, king-sized bed pressed against the back wall that looked like it was meant for at least five people to sleep on. The wood was made of a cherry colored oak, the sheets, a black silk, and the comforter, dark green velvet. Above it, hung an elegant see-through black canopy that had little flicks of silver making it look like the night sky. The walls and shag carpet were the same green as the comforter except the walls had famous sayings in black paint scattered all across it.

To the left of the bed was a walk in closet, bathroom, and a deck that proceeded to a pineapple-shaped pool. To the right of the bed was a mahogany, waist high dresser, a small desk accompanied with a silver lamp, and another door which most likely lead straight to Draco's identical room.

"Well, they're my party clothes…and other clothes…that look like they're owner is a hooker…and that's it." She said hesitantly. Her clothes varied from skimpy little tube tops, to micro-miniskirts. There of course was her usual night attire of mid-thigh, silk night gowns, but her usual tankinins were replaced with what she now recognized as Natalie's skimpy bikinis.

"Party clothes, eh?" Draco said teasingly. "What might those be?" Hermione spun around startled at his voice being so close. He was leaning on the door frame that lead to his room and had his arms folded across his muscular chest. He was now wearing black swim shorts, his dragon pendent, and his famous Malfoy smirk. He walked over to her bed and she saw his eyes which were quickly turning to a vibrant blue, scan her slutty clothes greedily. He reached down and with one finger lifted a leather, black long into the air.

"Put that down!" said Hermione. "That's not yours." Draco just smirked and looped another finger through, holding it up against her lower body.

"You should wear these types of clothes more often." She groaned and lurched forward, trying to grab hold of the thong, but only to fall flat on the bed as he moved it swiftly out of her reach.

"Wow, already waiting for me on the bed? I was going to hold off until later tonight but for if you insist, I guess I can make an exception." He set down the thong and slid his fingers up and down her back slowly lifting her shirt up her body. She sighed and relaxed momentarily. But before he could even try to seduce her, she flipped over and jumped off the bed.

Shoving him towards the door she stated, "We're going out clubbing tonight. I'll be ready in a couple hours. Bye." And with that she shoved him out the door and closed it quickly. Turning around she smiled devilishly at her wardrobe.

"This could be fun…"

Draco stomped away from the door with his lower lip protruding heavily in a full out pout. He grabbed his suit case and dumped it out onto his bed. Searching through his clothes he decided on an identical black shirt to the one he was wearing earlier and a pair baggy blue jeans. Of course he left his dragon pendent safely hanging on his neck, in case of emergency. If he was to protect Hermione from herself, let alone train her, it needed to permanently stay in its rightful place.

After he had dressed, he glanced up at the clock and a look of impatience washed over his face. It had only been fifteen minutes.

"What the fuck does she need a couple hours for?" He thought angrily. After quickly organizing his clothes and putting them away, he hopped onto the bed and turned on the TV. After skimming through the channels, he rolled over and looked out the glass screen door.

Flashback

After the driver from the limo had come and picked up Harry, roughly throwing him in the car to Draco's amusement, they had walked up to the front door. There was a small panel to the left of it that had a red button directly below it. Since Draco was closest he pressed the button. When nothing happened he looked over at Hermione questionably.

"You're supposed to talk into it." She said with slight humor in her voice. Draco looked at her cautiously then leaned forward toward the panel.

"HELLO?" He shouted at it, his face turning a light red. "ANYONE THERE?" Hermione started cracking up, holding her stomach with laughter.

Reaching over she pushed down the button and said gently, "Hello?" A second later the panel lit up and she could see a small, bald, fat man sitting in a chair. Wearing an old, black suit, he looked somewhat like a male secretary. He smiled at them and picked up a file. Draco just stared at it in complete awe. Hermione saw his jaw drop and she giggled.

"Last name, first name and affiliations with the Erasmus' please." The man said in a nasally voice. She waited a moment, to see if Draco would respond, but since he was still in shock, she answered.

"Granger, Hermione and…um…daughter." He skimmed through the papers, and then proceeded to press several buttons on the small laptop in front of him. They heard a click from the door then the man began talking again.

"Welcome to your own personal cabin in the West Molokai Resort. Your keys are inside on the kitchen counter and there is a bedroom for each of you. If you need a driver to take you to any of the offered activities, please contact me by dialing 193 on the service phone located inside. Activities include yoga, gym use, island tours, shopping, and all dance clubs. Any questions?" He looked at them with slight boredom.

Draco shook his head and tried to look confident, even though it was obvious that he had been in complete disarray several moments earlier. He looked over at Hermione. "I'm good, how about you?"

She giggled lightly and looked back at the man on the panel. "I think I have everything under control."

"Ok. Feel free to contact me at any time if a question arises. Have a nice day." Hermione began to reach for the door when she heard the man talk once again. "Oh, and congratulations on the engagement." With that he was gone.

Draco glanced over at her slightly worried. "How did he know about that?"

She shrugged. "I have no clue." Draco thought for a moment. What if they somehow mentioned it to Selena? He knew for a fact that she highly disapproved of revenge and put engagement in the highest of importance. He wouldn't be able to explain the situation very well at all. Slumping his shoulders, he picked up their bags.

Opening the door, they walked into the living room. For him it was no big deal, he had grown up in a mansion. But Hermione was in complete astonishment. The walls were all dark green and the ground was a hardwood floor. There was one large black leather couch, a love seat and a recliner. In front of them was a plasma screen TV mounted on the wall. Below it was a huge stereo system. Draco smiled happily.

"Well this is nice." He said lightly, walking towards one of the rooms. Hermione stared at him in disbelief.

"Nice? That's all you can say? It's amazing! It's gorgeous! It's…"

Cutting her off he said, "…Nothing new. The regular. I've been in better, Granger. If you don't remember, I grew up rich. This is secondary to my estate."

She looked at him and frowned deeply; frustrated because she knew he was right. He simply smirked and walked into the corner bedroom. "I call this one."

She sighed. She wasn't exactly in the mood to fight over a room. "Sure, whatever."

He walked out and stared at her. She had sat down on the love seat and brought her legs up to her chest. She was staring at the ring he had given her, now sparkling in the sunlight on her finger.

"Where did you get it?" She said in soft voice. He smiled and sat down next her.

"It was my mother's. She had gotten it from the man that had first proposed to her." He sighed. "But for some odd reason, he had died the day before the wedding. She kept it in memory of him." He looked away a scowl on his face. Hermione had stared at him.

"There's more to it then that…isn't there?" She put her feet back on the ground and reached out to stroke his arm. At first he had tensed it, but then relaxed at her comforting touch.

"Lucius had been wanting to marry her for long time before she had even met Drake. He was half muggle, half wizard and my father disapproved of it completely. He was clever and sly. One of the few people to get into Slytherin with a muggle type of background. He loved my mother and my mother loved him. But the night before he was murdered brutally in his sleep. The next day, Lucius proposed."

A tear rolled down his face as his eyes turned forest green. He looked at Hermione and saw she was crying again. Only this time it was for him. "So, Lucius killed him?"

Draco sighed. "No one could prove it but I know he did."

She wiped away her tears and leaned her head on his shoulder. He began to stroke her hair when she asked, "Doesn't Drake mean dragon?"

Again he tensed. "Yes." He paused hesitantly. Looking into her eyes he decided to continue. "My mother named me Draco in memory of him. She loved him very much. In fact, I don't believe she ever stopped. They hadn't even married but until death does them part wasn't accurate. Real love goes on past that, far into the path of eternity."

Hermione stood and stared down at him in amazement. He stared right back up at her. Why had he told her all of this? Did weakness not matter to him anymore?

She leaned down and whispered in his ear, "You cease to amaze me Draco Malfoy." Kissing him on the forehead, she walked into her room and closed the door. He just stared. She was so gentle and kind; he wondered how he couldn't have seen it the first time they had met. He sighed and walked over to his own room.

"I might as well unpack." He said aloud to himself. He pulled out the small red box and opened it to look at the now empty space where the ring had once been. He smiled pleasantly to himself. For some reason, letting her wear it felt somewhat comforting to him. Maybe the whole situation could set up an opportunity for the two. He shrugged and slowly shut his door.

End Flashback

He closed his eyes and smiled at the memory. He soon drifted off into a calm sleep.

"Enter Corban!" Boomed a deep voice. The man sat in a golden throne upon his balcony that viewed the world. Beside him was another, more delicate throne that had small cobwebs strewn across it. Beneath them, small roses adorned every curve of the entwined yellow and white gold. It had not been occupied for thousands of years leaving the man lonely and lost. His love had lived in that throne, making looking at it an impossibility.

A small, scrawny man scurried into the room. His almost nonexistent hair was a mix of light brown and grey. In an attempt to hide his balding, he combed it over to the other side creating spider like tendrils over his head. He was wearing a black toga that had only one strip of cloth over his shoulder leaving the other part to expose half of his hairy chest. It went stiffly over his pot belly and ended at his knees. He had shifty small eyes and a very scrunched, chipmunk looking face.

"Master?" He said as he bowed behind the throne touching his forehead to cold white marble floor. No mortal was aloud to view him in any form and this was the closest Corban had ever been.

"Have you been watching her?" He said softly, yet his voice still echoed throughout the room.

"I-I h-have, Master." He said loudly, cracking and stuttering slightly in nervousness.

"Good. I give you permission to speak openly about her." He ordered. Corban gasped quietly. It was rare for him to speak openly to any of the others, let alone him.

"Her name is Hermione Granger, Master. She is the next Enchantress. She is beautiful, too. Not as much so as your last love, but I have discovered something you shall be pleased of."

"What?" He smiled inwardly, knowing that the Master would be pleased.

"She has returned." There was a loud boom and he heard him rise from his throne. Soon he felt hot light, burning down upon him. The master was looking at him, standing in front of a lowly servant. Corban was scared beyond reason.

"Tell me more." His voice was harsh, but filled with excitement.

"She has been born again, Master. She shall be immortal now. But is in the Enchantress's body." It was getting hotter, and soon Corban felt his body cooking.

"It can't be!" He barked. "Do you know what this means Corban?"

"No, Master." He said weakly, as his body began to perspire, and his head began to swim.

"It means that she will return to me, immortal and together we shall rule for the rest of eternity." Glee was obvious in his voice. "But the lock…Do you know what Hera put on my lock as a last attempt of salvation?"

"No, Master."

"A key hole. It can be unlocked by one being, and one being alone. The immortal Enchantress. As you know, an enchantress is not immortal. But when combined with an immortal spirit when born, it causes everlasting life."

"Isn't it the duty of the Enchantress to protect mankind, and the Goddess to protect you?" Corban said, near fainting.

"It is. That is why a battle shall be fought within her. I need someone to go to her, and entice the Goddess in her. Corban, I shall give you this task. I grant you eternal beauty and the allurement level with Aphrodite's. Sadly it lasts only as long as you have eye contact with this girl."

He placed his hand on Corban's head sending a rush of cool air over his body. He felt his skin and bones go limp against the ground. Pain shot through his entire self, and he screamed in agony. Just as quickly as it had come, it subsided. He felt new strength in his bulging, muscular arms and smiled.

"I can give you no more then that. Aphrodite's power of enticement is solely hers and can not be matched by any other then the Enchantress' for all time. Now, go." With that, he sat back down in his chair. Corban kissed the ground before him paying tribute to his master.

"Thank you Kosmo, God of Harmony and Creation. I am forever your loyal servant. May you maintain perfect order on Earth and in all dimensions." With that Corban stood and walked out, his short, shaggy black hair swaying with each step.

"Malfoy, wake up." Hermione said, rolling him off the bed. As soon as he hit the floor, he awoke with a loud moan.

"OW! What's your problem woman? Can't I get a little shut eye?" He said standing up and rubbing his head, still not facing her.

"Well, I'm ready." She said seductively. He smirked and turned around finding himself instantly harden. Hermione was hott.

Her hair was completely straight with no frizz to be found anywhere as it reached to her lower back. Black eyeliner circled her eyes, and went off towards her hair line, giving her the look of an Egyptian queen. Her lips were a bright red, and a red choker circled her neck. She was wearing a red leather tube-top that barely covered her boobs and a matching micro-mini skirt.

Across the front of her shirt it said in small black letters, "Don't hate me because I'm beautiful…" She spun in a circle for him and he noticed more little black letters on the back of her skirt. It read, "Hate me because your boyfriend thinks so…" He laughed when he read it and Hermione frowned.

"What?" He smiled at her.

"I love the little sayings your clothes say." He walked towards her and took her left hand in his.

"I love the way your eyes change color with your emotions." She said taking her other hand and stroking his cheek. He lifted her hand and kissed it, staring at the beautiful wedding ring that fit so perfectly on her finger.

"I love the way this ring seems so right on your finger." She blushed and looked down.

Quickly changing the subject, she jumped up and dragged him to the door. "Let's go!" He simply laughed and followed her into the living room and out the door.

Laser lights were flashing everywhere as fog quickly filled the room. The music was blasting, and everyone was either on the floor dancing, at the bar drinking, or off making out. It was Hermione's type of club, and Draco's type of nightmare.

He, on the other hand, was a little out of it. Sure, he had been to a club before, but not one this packed in years. He jabbed his fingers into his pockets and stuck his chin up. He didn't want to look weak, but for some reason the whole place kind of freaked him out. Not to mention that most of the people in the club were muggles.

Hermione giggled and grabbed his arm, dragging him to the bar. "You're so tense. I'm gonna get some alcohol in you to loosen you up. Sound alright?"

He smirked. "I'm gonna get some alcohol in you to get you naked. Sound alright?

She glared at him then turned and hopped onto the bar stool. He sat down next to her and watched as several men turned to look her way.

"What can I get for you gorgeous?" The bartender smiled lightly, but she could tell he was tired and wanted to go home.

"I'll have a Screaming White Orgasm." She glanced over at Draco and smirked as his eyes turned crystal blue.

"And I'll have Sex on the Beach." The bartender began preparing the drinks. Hermione turned towards Draco and smiled. Cocking one eyebrow, he smirked and put his hand on her knee. "I will have sex on the beach too." He spun back towards the bartender as he handed them their drinks. He looked back towards her and raised his glass slightly. "Cheers."

Hermione grabbed hers and also raised it. Quickly downing it she stood and took his hand. "Dance with me."

He shook his head lightly. "You go on. When I finish my drink, I will."

She simply smiled and walked away yelling over her shoulder. "Your loss."

Draco watched her closely. She walked over to an empty wall and leaned back on it. She began to slowly swinging her hips back and forth to the beat, rolling her body ever now and then. In a matter of seconds a man stepped forward and offered his hand. She stood and walked with him to the center of the floor, not before looking back and winking at Draco.

He felt slightly jealous as she got closer and closer to him. Soon there was barely any space between their bodies. The man dancing with her wasn't ugly either. His short, shaggy hair, swaying with his movements. He smiled at her and put his hand on her lower back. One of the laser lights hit the man straight in the face causing his once black eyes to glow red for the moment.

"Shit!" Draco jumped up and walked towards them, shoving people out of his way. Kosmo had sent someone to get her. So he already knew about her being the goddess. This was bad. Very bad. But the man was obviously only a mere servant. Which thankfully meant Draco could get rid of him without struggle and maybe even without Hermione figuring anything out.

When he reached them he put his arm roughly on the man's shoulder. He turned and looked at Draco, frustrated. Though Hermione didn't look too happy, he wasn't going to let her dance with a follower of the enemy.

The man looked him up and down and frowned. "I'm a little busy." He said tilting his head toward the thoroughly annoyed Hermione.

"Not with her you're not." The red diamond in his pendent began to glow, emitting a menacing glow upon the man's face. Draco took hold of the necklace. "In the name of Zeus, ruler of the Gods, be gone!" He said softly, so only him and the evil follower would hear. With a hiss, the man stepped away, hiding from the pendant's glow. He glared at Draco once more, before stalking away.

Hermione frowned at him. "Why did you do that?" Draco took her hands in his and pulled her against him.

"Because you came here with me. And with me, you will stay." Hermione growled, but smiled inwardly. She loved that he was jealous. She loved the way he came over and got rid of the guy that had somehow enchanted her upon gazing into his eyes. And she absolutely adored the way his own turned ocean blue whenever he was turned on.

The music changed and a new song blared through the speakers. "You going to just stand there, or dance?" Hermione said jokingly.

"I don't normally dance in public places." He said looking away and sticking his hands back in his pockets. Hermione sighed.

"Fine then. I'll just go find that really hot guy with black hair. He would actually dance with me." She began to walk past him when he grabbed her waist and spun her around to face him.

"Not today, you're not." With that he pulled her against him and began swaying his hips to beat. Hermione smiled and joined in, grinding against his pelvic area. She could feel his arousal through his jeans and smirked at him happily. Rolling against him, he groaned and leaned forward whispering in her ear.

"Do you know what you do to me?" He said, playfully biting her ear, never slowing his movements. He was getting more and more turned on by the second and it didn't help that she was wearing practically nothing. He almost went crazy when her skirt scooted up her thigh. She smiled as response and pulled him even closer.

Soon the beat took them over, making their surroundings fade away into the night. In their minds, they were the only ones there and they could do whatever they wanted. Rules and restrictions were a mere dream, leaving them in their own little world of lust. Draco's hand was on her lower back while Hermione's arms were draped around his neck. They were dancing the night away.

Unnoticed by Draco at first, she was drinking heavily. Soon she could barely stand so he decided to call the hotel and get someone to pick them up. Walking outside, they sat down on a bench along the street. Hermione lay across it, her head in Draco's lap.

"You know what Malfoy?" She said, her voice slurring occasionally. He looked towards her and tilted his head to side. "You can really turn me on." Draco laughed and brushed a tendril of hair from her face. "You know what else?" She sat up and turned towards him. "You are the hottest guy I've ever met."

He sighed lightly. "That's the alcohol talking, dearest."

She furrowed her brows but smiled. "Nuh-uh! I've always thought that."

He looked at her incredulously. "Really?"

She giggled and leaned forward really close, like she was going to tell him a secret. "Yup. In fact, I liked you at Hogwarts. Ever since the third year, when I punched you, I have." She said whispering and patting him on the shoulder. "You were my first.

"First what?" He said slightly confused.

"Love." She said in a 'no duh' kind of voice. Draco's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. He stared at her amazed when all the sudden her neck started quivering and her cheeks swelled with what he thought was air. The next thing he knew he was covered in puke and Hermione was passed out on the cement.

A/N: This one was a lot longer then I had expected it to be. I kinda like it, but I'm getting a little choppy. Anyways, this will be the last one for a week or so. I'm going to DisneyWorld until 25th and I doubt I'll write much there. Sorry for making everyone wait. Read and Review!