"Bye, I'm off to the practice field." Harry stood behind her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. They'd just gotten to the hotel, and Harry insisted on unpacking immediately. Now five minutes into it, and he was leaving.

What a great vacation this will be.

Hermione thought to herself, "What? You're leaving? Harry, we just got here... surely you don't really have to practice at ten o'clock at night." Hermione had her doubts about Harry. Sometimes when he talked to her he couldn't look her in the eye. She saw something behind those eyes of his, she just didn't know what it was yet.

"You think I'm lying? Call up the coach. You know how he gets right before a game. There's plenty for you to do around here. We passed a casino on our way to the hotel from the air port. Why don't you go play black jack or something..." Harry grabbed his navy blue duffel bag and headed towards the door.

"Because in America, you have to be 21 to gamble. So that won't work." Hermione was getting frustrated. Harry wasn't thinking of anyone but himself.

"You could always do what the other girls do, and go shopping. I'm sure you can find something to do." Harry pulled the door open, flinging his duffel over his shoulder. Hermione knew that his mind was already on the field, and no where near any thoughts of her.

"Hey no, go practice, it's cool. I didn't expect to be spending much time with you anyways. There was a blockbuster in the lobby…" Hermione threw her arms up in defeat, her sarcastic tone never wavering. She winced as her arms slapped her sides.

"You're the greatest 'Mione." Harry again kissed her cheek, leaving her all alone at the door.

"Too bad I can't say the same for you." She kicked at the door as it slammed shut, consumed completely by anger.

Hermione took the marble elevator down to the lobby. She pulled her sweater closer to her body as the cold blast of air met her on the ground floor. She took a moment to look around. Her eyes caught the neon flashing bar lights, and she couldn't help but crave a drink. Appreciating the fact that she was staying in a wizard resort, she strolled into the bar and ordered a martini. Maybe she wouldn't get a movie, she'd just drowned out her frustrations; just like all the other girls.

Draco arrived at the Herbalt Gremlin's Resort and Spa, at roughly 11 o'clock. His driver had been late, and cargo had misplaced his luggage. Now fully exhausted and short tempered, Draco wanted a drink, a strong drink. He headed straight for the bar, and saw Hermione.

What are the odds? Draco rolled his eyes in disbelief, there was no way that they could possibly run into each other this much, and all of it be completely coincidental. It was times like these that Draco believed in things like fate, and destiny.

He slid into the bar stool furthest from Hermione, and just out of her eyesight. Making sure she hadn't seen him, he ordered a beer. Not exactly the strong drink he was looking for, but suddenly he wasn't as irritated as he was when he'd walked in. He took slow sips, savoring the harsh taste as it flushed his mouth. Finishing his beer, he decided to head over to the blockbuster. They had to have something that would help pass the time, since he no longer really slept at night. He tossed down a five, and walked out. He pulled his chocolate leather jacket closer to his body, feeling that it might prevent Hermione from seeing him.

Hermione caught a glimpse of white in the mirror above the bar.

"What are you doing in here, Hermione? This isn't like you." Hermione felt disgusted with herself. Never had she felt the need to bury her sorrows with liquor. She paid for her drinks and decided to get a movie, like she'd planned. She stared at the three martini glasses sitting in front of her, and hated herself for being so irresponsible and immaturely handling her problems. She quickly left the bar, and headed straight for blockbuster.

Draco wandered tiredly around Blockbuster. He went to the family aisle, looking for a particular movie. a few minutes later she walked in. He didn't see her, but he could feel it in the room. That urge to look around as if someone might be there. He looked towards the door, and there she was, heading straight for his aisle.

"You've got to be kidding me." Hermione was astonished, what were the odds that they would not only be on the same plane, but be in the same hotel. Now she realized that her glimpse of something white, was exactly what she was hoping it would be, "You are everywhere. Even half way around the world you still won't go away." Hermione mumbled, angry at everyone and everything.

"Good to see you too Hermione." Draco immediately thought back to Hermione's little display in front of the yams, and smiled. Now it was his turn, "I get the feeling you're following me." Draco smirked and walked down the aisle, still trying to find the movie. He ignored her spew about going away; he had seen the three martini's and figured they were still cycling through her system.

"Me? Following…you? Please, Draco, don't flatter yourself." She walked off. She already knew what movie she wanted to see, all she had to do was get around Draco, retrieve it, and be on her way. Just as she went grab the movie she was eyeing, Draco picked it up; The Breakfast Club, "You can't be serious!" Hermione threw her hands up in utter disbelief.

"Now what did I do?" All he did was pick up a movie, heaven forbid, "I'm sorry. Is there something wrong with the way I pick out movies? I knew you were uptight but come on."

"That's the last copy of the Breakfast Club." Hermione felt as if she couldn't get a break. She rubbed at her temples, frustrated and angered.

Fate sucks. Whatever fate had planned for her life, Hermione wasn't liking.

"What? Is this the movie you were here for?" Draco couldn't believe that this same movie, was what Hermione was looking for. Fate really was pulling them together.

"Yes. Harry's out practicing, and I have nothing else to do. So I figured I'd watch my favorite movie. But now, I have to find something else." She began looking around, hoping something would catch her eye. Draco stood there for a second, then put the Breakfast club back on the shelf. "What are you doing?" Hermione's head snapped up, a look of confusion plaguing her face.

"Putting it back, so you can watch it. Anyone who pouts over a movie..."

"Are you really going to ruin one of the first nice moment's I've ever witnessed from you, by saying something completely horrible?" Hermione picked the movie up and raised an eyebrow towards him.

"No, I guess not." He smiled half heartedly, and walked to the new releases. Hermione watched him go, then had the weirdest notion.

I can't believe I'm about to say this. What has gotten into you, Hermione.

"Draco, if you want to see the movie, why don't you come back to the room and watch it. We…I, have popcorn and everything." It was the last thing Hermione thought she'd ever do, and yet it felt so right.