The Winston Hotel is nice. That's an understatement. It's gorgeous; 60 floors worth of luxury suits.(A/N: picture the Winston like a Hilton) It's one of the most expensive hotels in the wizarding world. It is most famous for how every room is decorated for a different species. For example, there are muggle rooms, wizard room, goblin rooms, giant rooms etc.
Now the question is: how did Hermione afford a two bed room suit?

"My mum paid for it." She said nonchalantly

"Hello miss, do you have a reservation?" asked the man at the front desk, Michelle

"Yes, it should be under 'Granger'.

"Oh here you are, two bed room muggle suit. Do you have any bags, miss?"

"No."

"What about you?" he nodded in Draco's direction but he wasn't paying attention. Draco was thinking about the last time he was at the Winston.

Flash back
"Hurry up Draco, darling." His mother called after him. "You need some new dress robes. So the sooner we get to the room the sooner we can hit the town."
"I'm coming. Mum?"
"Yes darling."
"Can we stop by honeydukes while we're out?
"Sure sweetheart."
End of Flash back

"Hurry up Draco." Hermione called as she stood in front of the lift.

"I'm coming mum."

"Draco did you just call me mum?"

He snapped back to reality, after he noticed he wasn't 13 and he wasn't with his mother.

"Umm…no."

"Yes you did. Don't deny it Draco I heard you. Michelle heard you too right Michelle?"

"Yes he did" said Michelle.

"No I didn't."

"Whatever Draco."

"So is this what a muggle hotel room?" he said as he lied down on the queen size bed.

"Well, the really nice ones. I wanted a muggle room because I knew there would be a tv." Hermione flopped into a chair near the window as Draco fiddled with the television remote control to turn it on before sitting on the bed. They sat in silence for a moment just looking at one another.

"Pass the remote."

"No" he said playfully

"That's not fair. If you've never handled a remote before you don't have the right to play couch commando. So give it here."

"What's couch commando?"

"When you're hogging the remote, normally you're on a couch but it's the same thing if you're on a bed."

The talking began by discussing the program they were watching. Hermione knew the characters, he did not. She was able to give him background as he asked questions. Those questions unfolded into other questions about the Muggle world. "How exactly do airplanes fly?"

"So do you think it's about time to break open the mini bar?"
Hermione got off the bed and started rummaging through the refrigerator. "It doesn't have any firewhiskey, but there's whiskey, gin, rum, a ton of champagne… so what do you want?"

After they drank out most of the mini bar the secrets started coming out.

"I always hated you. And it not cause you were mean to me and my friend it's cause you're so damn blond. I swear ever time I would look at you I'd get a headache."

"I hate that dumb blond stereotype. I mean I'm not stupid. And wait a second is that why you hated me because I was blond. That's not right on so many different levels."

"What it's the truth? Plus you were a gradeA prat."

"You know what your friends were probably just as bad as me and my friends but worst cause you didn't know it. Thought you were so noble for… what? Snooping around the school, having secret clubs, breaking curfew multiple times, and getting away with it all makes you and your lot grade A+ prats, and that's the truth."

Hermione couldn't help but feel hurt.
"You want some more?" He said just to break the silence.

After another hour or so the entire mini bar was empty.

"Hermione."

"What?"

"What's your story?"

With that simple question Hermione spilled everything about her tragic break up with Krum, and Ron.

"Ron's been an ass lately. Early today I asked him if we could stay there and he practically laughed in my face. Said that I had fallen head over heals for you and we didn't need him any more. But here is the funny thing I didn't really need him in the first place. What would I need him for? Nothing! I liked him better when he was in love with me. He was nicer and sweet. You know what I think?"

"No what?"

"Maybe he doesn't have the nerve to apologies or tell me not to go anymore. Maybe he actually doesn't love me any more. NO… No, that can't be it."

"All hail Cleopatra queen of denial."

Then they noticed that mini bar was one bottle away from being empty.

"Draco, what's your story?"

He ranted about how he didn't like his father. His mother was some sort of saint who would take him to honeydukes, and send him candy when he was at school.

"I miss her. I don't want to sound like some battered wife, 'cause my father never beat me or anything like that."

"Then what did he do."

"He ignored me.He would all ways parade me around like his toy cloune but never his son."

In her drunken state Hermione started to laugh.

"Don't laugh at my problem. I didn't laugh at yours. Your distraught cause Ron doesn't love you any more."

"And you're distraught because daddy didn't love you enough" when she saw the hurt look on his face the guilt built up in to her throat"I'm sorry I didn't mean that.

"Then why'd you say-" he was cute off by her lips pressed on his.