A/N: I am asking ahead of time... please do not ask why they fly by plane instead of apparate. The answer is simply, if they apparated I wouldn't have much of a story. Thanks. That's all.

Hermione looked glumly at her suitcase, as she lounged on the living room couch. She found herself wanting to travel less and less. As it was, they'd be away for at least a week, which was longer than Hermione wanted to be gone. She spent a majority of her trip in the hotel rooms, or watching Harry. He always promised to take her out, make her feel special, make sure every trip was memorable. But not once had he followed through.

"'Mione? Where's my uniform?" Harry appeared in the door way of their bedroom, frantic. He threw open a couple of drawers, skimming the top, not really looking but waiting; waiting for an answer.

"Packed. Just like you wanted." Hermione was obviously unhappy, her attitude and facial expressions gave it away. But Harry just sighed and his whole body relaxed. He disappeared again into the bedroom.

Why do you even stick around Hermione? He doesn't love you. He can't even tell you are unhappy. Hermione continued to make excuses, blaming herself for not making it more obvious, just how unhappy she truly was. Realizing Harry was making her wait longer, she leaned back into the couch and looked out the window, she suddenly had the urge to go grocery shopping.

"Malfoy." Draco answered the phone while reading the mornings paper, his tone seemed agitated and his voice gruff.

"Draco, we need you to be on the next plane to St. Louis, we've got a client who's asked for you. Said he won't settle for anyone else." It was Griffin Hobbes, Draco's plump boisterous boss. Draco grunted in displeasure, he hated last minute trips. And because he was a senior partner, as well as the money winner, he was allowed to be picky.

"Griffin... I'm supposed to get 24 hours notice, remember?" To most, Draco's tone would've seemed gutsy, but without him Griffin and Griffin would be out of business. Draco was an architect, and a very good one at that. He designed everything from apartment complexes to shopping malls. He was known world wide, not as Draco Malfoy, but as Darron Marret. He chose to conceal his identity for the sake of the family name. After telling his father that he wished to lead a non violent life as an architect, his father put him out on the street, disowning him completely. Draco never heard from his father again. Draco just barely survived in the real world. His mother had given him enough money to start a life of his own; this had been a rude awakening for the once spoiled brat that he was. Draco's life had been an up hill ride since he left Hogwarts, and it was slowly making its way down the other side of a very steep incline. He was bringing in more money than he could spend, and living quite comfortably.

"Draco... I don't think you understand. The client is willing to pay you 5 million on the spot, as a down payment..." Griffin didn't need to go on, Draco was hooked. This would be the biggest job he ever took on.

"How soon do you want me to leave?"

"Can you be ready in two hours?"

Draco shrugged on his brown leather jacket, and got in the long line to board the plane. As he stepped onto the plane, he noticed that first class was mainly occupied by the British Quidditch team. Rolling his eyes, he remembered that tomorrow, they were scheduled to play the U.S. Quidditch team for a chance at the last playoff seat.

This is going to suck! Draco whined in his mind. Out of the corner of his eye he caught the image of a familiar face, surrounded by loose chestnut curls. Glancing briefly he cursed, it couldn't be her, what were the odds? Then his stomach turned, Harry is seeker for the British team. Pretending not to have noticed he took his seat, two rows back and to the far right of her. She had her nose stuck in Danielle Steel's newest novel, and Draco hoped she stayed that way.

She saw him enter first class, and almost choked. There was no way that he could've been on the same plane as her, after the encounter they had had the day before. She frantically grabbed her book, accidentally nugding a sleeping Harry.

"Watch it 'Mione, can't you see i'm trying to sleep? If I don't get to sleep before the plane takes off, I'll never get to sleep." Harry moved closer to the window, and away from her. Fighting the urge to jet out her tongue, she flipped to a random page and studied the lines, that, at the moment, had run together. Checking briefly over her shoulder, she caught Draco glancing at her, instinctively, she moved the book closer to her face, delicately pushing a strand of her brown hair behind her ear. He moved past her, and took his seat. Hermione had to fight the urge to look back at him.

"I'm gonna go see the boys that are in the back." Harry pushed past Hermione without asking her to move. Frustrated she looked up from her book, and nodded. The two had barely said three words to each other, and they'd been on the plane for six hours.

Taking Harry's seat at the window, Hermione took this rare opportunity to look out the window. Harry always took the window seat, and rarely did he let her lean across him to look out. She enjoyed the view, from that height she felt like God, looking down from heaven. It was a beautiful site.

After a few minutes she found herself bored. Unconsciously she felt herself looking around, and glancing back at Draco. She tried convincing herself she was keeping an eye out for Harry, but Draco danced into her line of vision, more than he danced out of it. Giving into the urge, Hermione openly looked his way. He sat there, typing away on his laptop, taking the occasional sip of his coke. He seemed to operate like a well oiled machine, everything one rhytmic motion.

Hermione jumped as he glanced up at her, almost as if he felt her stares. Over the rim of his glass he seemed to be peering into her soul. Hermione blushed and returned to the comfort of being out of view behind the seats. He had caught her, in the act, of looking at him.

Girl, what are you thinking? You're not. That's the problem. You need to stay focused. Hermione continued to fight the urge to look over her shoulder, she was afraid he'd be staring back when she did.

Draco had felt her gaze on him, it pulled him from his laptop. He glanced around, trying not to look obvious. That's when he locked eyes with Hermione. He'd caught her, staring at him, and for a minute he wondered why. The glance lasted maybe thirty seconds before she ducked back behind the seats and out of view. Draco just smiled to himself, he knew what she was thinking... it'd crossed his mind too.