A?N: Please Read this chapter before heading on. I didn't just edit this one, but I added a crucial part to it. You'll be lost later if you don't read.

It had been awkward at first, having Draco in her hotel room. There was a great sense of physical tension, but Hermione did her best to push past it. Draco was sitting on the floor, arm laced around one knee. Hermione lay flat on her stomach, chin propped in one hand. It was her favorite part of the movie, and Hermione began to laugh. She tried her best not to snort, but it was too late.

Draco's head snapped in her direction, a second later he broke out into hysterics, "I can't…believe… you just snorted."

"I did not… snort." Hermione's cheeks were flush, and her eyes shifted uncomfortably.

"Oh please… you reminded me of the pig Lavender tried to sneak into Hogwarts." Draco rolled his eyes, his laughter subsiding, and grabbed a handful of buttery popcorn.

"Stop making fun of me." Hermione's voice was filled with innocence as she playfully batted her eyes at him.

"Alright, fine. So what're you doing here in the states?" Draco turned around to face her, wrapping both of his muscular arms around his knee's. Hermione couldn't help but notice the way his black t-shirt pulled against the curves of his upper body. He kicked himself inside for asking such a stupid question, but it was better than awkward silence.

"Harry." Hermione's eyes lowered to her interlaced fingers. "He's here for yet another tournament…" She sighed heavily, and Draco could sense that she was miserable.

"Wow, Hermione. Try and contain yourself, you're excitement is just a little too much for me." Draco had a mock smile on his face, and Hermione couldn't help but laugh.

"You know what he told me before he left? Go shop, do what all the other girlfriends do." Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Ouch. Doesn't sound like the Harry everybody loves." Hermione heard the resentment in his voice.

"Yeah there's a lot of things Harry does lately, that people wouldn't believe…" Hermione thought back to all of the times Harry had escaped trouble because he was the chosen one, "You know what…" Hermione got off the bed and walked into the bathroom.

"Umm… what?" Draco wasn't too sure what had caused her to leave the room, "You know it kind of defeats the purpose of asking 'you know what' when you walk out of the room before finishing your sentence." Draco walked to the bathroom door, and laughed as Hermione held up a finger, telling him to wait. She shut the door in his face.

"Lets go do something." She emerged wearing a pink sweater and low rise jeans.

"Do something? Its two o'clock in the morning. What is there to do?" Draco looked confused, he thought the martini's would've worn off by now.

"I donno… I just wanna do something. Be spontaneous. Enjoy my trip for once." Hermione tossed her hair into a ponytail and grabbed her coat. "So? You coming?" She held out his jacket.

Hesitating momentarily, he grabbed his jacket, and shook his head in compliance.

"So, you never told me why you are here in the States." Hermione finished up the last of her pancakes, and pushed the plate away. Draco had long since finished his cup of coffee, and was intently watching her eat her pancakes, a faint smile on his face.

"Just business. Nothing too interesting." He picked up the coffee cup he'd abandoned, and began to swirl the cup gently.

"Business? What kind of business?" Hermione instantly perked up, curious to hear a little more about him.

"Just…business. You know, free lance." He continued to stare at his cup, he avoided looking at her. He wasn't trying to hide anything from her, in fact he didn't know why he wasn't telling her anything.

"Why so secretive? Are you working for the mob?" Hermione gave a light hearted laugh, as she tossed her head back carelessly.

"I just don't like to delve into my personal life…" Draco stopped abruptly as the waitress came over to the table, and set the bill down, "Thank you." Draco immediately began to look it over.

"Here, I got it. I was the one that wanted to be spontaneous. Besides you didn't order anything." Hermione reached for the check, but Draco pulled it further from her grasp.

"I've got it. I insist."

"Please. Let me pay for at least half." Hermione rummaged through her coat pockets, and pulled out a five. She handed it to Draco who slipped it in his pocket without her noticing.

"You're still as stubborn as a mule." He shook his head and tossed down two fives.

"I just wouldn't be me if I wasn't." She gave him a winning smile.

"I don't understand Hermione. If you are so unhappy…why do you stick around?" The two were walking side by side through a large expansive park. There night hadn't been too spontaneous, but Hermione thought that it was very cliché, and she liked that.

"The truth? I don't know. Because I love him. Because I guess it isn't so bad… I mean… I don't know what I mean." Hermione tossed a loose strand of hair from her face, and looked at him apologetically.

"That doesn't sound like much of a reason to stay. It's not so bad? Is that really how you want to explain your relationship for the rest of your life?" Draco stopped under a big oak tree. The sun was barely beginning it's slow rise, and the faint sounds of nature could be heard.

"I guess I'm still holding out for him." Hermione stopped too, and faced him. Her hands were tucked into her pockets as she stared at her feet, "Or maybe I'm just waiting for something better to come along." She looked up, and couldn't help but stare into his eyes. He held her gaze for a moment, then looked over her head.

"I should probably get you back before Harry starts to worry." Draco took the lead in heading back to the hotel. He was deliberately ignoring the tension between them.

"He probably doesn't even know I'm gone." Hermione muttered under her breath, wondering why Draco had so quickly become distant and evasive. Dejectedly she followed behind him.

As Draco and Hermione neared the hotel, their pace slowed, as if neither really wanted the night to end.

"Hey look, isn't that Harry." Draco pointed to four quidditch players, escorted by scantly clad girls with platinum blonde hair.

"He'll flip if he see's me with you." Hermione didn't have time to process the fact that Harry had his arms wrapped around one of the girls. She popped the collar on her jacket, and laced her arm through Draco's, steering him away from the group.

Once inside, Hermione looked over her shoulder. Harry wasn't looking at her, that must be a good thing. The Hermione and Draco continued to walk towards the elevator, arm in arm. Once in the elevator, Draco realized she hadn't let go. He took her hand gently and pulled his arm away.

Hermione wondered why, he was acting so distant.

"Harry isn't that Hermione-"

"Yeah that's her, but, but whose that guy she's with Harry?" Ron recognized Hermione as she glanced nervously over the shoulder of her companion.

"Like, whose Hermione?"

Harry looked in the direction of the pointed fingers. It sure looked like Hermione. In fact he recognized the jacket Ginny had bought for Hermione, then signed his name to. He too wondered who was that guy she was with. He couldn't get a good enough look at the guy, but apparently Hermione was well acquainted with him, the two were walking arm in arm.

"It is Hermione!" Harry was shocked. He had no clue what was going on. Unwrapping his arm from Tammy, he pushed past the small throng of people crowding the front of the lobby. He hurried to the elevator attempting to catch some glimpse of who was with her. He watched as the two got onto the elevator, still arm in arm. As the door closed he saw the stark elevator lights reflect off of her companions head.