Chapter 3 - I'm sorry again that it's short, I am wiped out with work :( There will be humor later on, and I apologise for my writing, it will improve later on once I get into the story more.

I hope you enjoy it, I'm not sure how far to take their relationship..

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter, Hermione or Draco. JK Rowling does :)

Enjoy

Hermione was annoyed, seriously annoyed. She got out of the pool, grabbed her stuff and made her way back to her hotel room. She didn't want to see Draco, see the smug look upon his face. How did I fall for that? She thought angrily. He wouldn't like me, He's been calling me a Mudblood for the past 7 years. She fumbled with the keys, dropping them in haste. Snarling to herself, she grabbed them and made her way into the room, chucking her bag and clothes onto the bed.

She sank down into the chair near the window and sighed. She missed Ron and Harry, she missed Ginny and she even missed Fred and George. But they were back in England and she was here, with Malfoy. Looking out the window Hermione watched the Sun slowly sinking below the horizon, turning the sky into a beautiful orange blanket. She lay her head against the back of the chair, slowly closing her eyes.

She must of dozed of, for when she woke up, the sky was black. Below her she could see the Las Vegas Strip lighting up the skyline, a mixture of rainbow colours. She looked around the room and sighed. Getting up she wandered slowly over to the wardrobe and pulled out her favourite evening dress. It was midnight black with small star shaped sequins running around the middle. It was low cut, not Hermione's usual standard, but Ginny helped her choose it. Told her that she should treat herself, so she brought it. She also bought some onyx ballet shoes, little sequins lined the side, and once she had both items on she shuffled towards the mirror.

Looking back at her was a different girl, she was radiant, glowing. Her hair was tied back but instead of being bushy it was silky, smooth and shined in the moonlight. She didn't know where Draco was, and she didn't care. She was here for a holiday and she wanted to enjoy it. Satisfied that she looked decent, she made her way towards the lobby. There was a restaurant she wanted to try which specialised in seafood. Her favourite. Making her way over to the entrance, she saw couples on all the tables. They were holding hands, kissing, whispering sweet nothings into each others ears. It reminded her of earlier, when her and Draco were in the pool, and she was convinced he was going to kiss her. I'm such a fool, Just a stupid fool. The room was dark, a single fat candle sat on each table barely lighting up the couple's faces.

"Can I help you Madam?" A waiter had come up to her, tray on one hand, towel chucked over his arm.

"Yes, table for one please" Hermione said, feeling embarrassed at being the only one alone.

"Of course Madam, follow me please"

The waiter led her over to a table by the window. It was in the corner, and she couldn't see as many couples from this spot. Perfect, she thought.

"Would you care for something to drink?" The waiter asked, eyeing her dress curiously.

"Just, a water please"

After the waiter had left to get her drink, Hermione pulled out a book "History of Ancient Runes" found her page and started to read. This was more like it she thought. Just her and a book, the way it should be.

"Here's your drink, Madam" The waiter said, placing her water down in front of her. He hesitated for a moment, still eyeing her dress then turned round and left to deal with another customer.

She heard the chair opposite her move, and thought the waiter had returned. Looking up she saw it wasn't the waiter, but Draco. He was wearing a black suit, white shirt and black tie. His hair was, once again, immaculate. He looked slightly nervous, something Hermione hadn't seen since their last year at Hogwarts.

"May I?" he said, nodding towards the chair.

Hermione jerked her head in a "if you must" sort of manner.

"I'm sorry for earlier" Draco muttered, his voice low.

"I thought you should be left alone, I remember the birds you set on Ron, and the time you punched me" He rubbed his nose self consciously.

He watched Hermione and smiled cautiously, wondering whether she would forgive him or not.

"I expect you just enjoy playing me" Hermione snarled, angrily.

Shock flitted across Draco's face.

"Playing you?" he asked.

"Playing, leading me on. Whatever you want to call it" Hermione snapped.

Draco reached across the table and put his hand against Hermione's. He gently pulled the book out of her grasp and set it to one side. He cupped her hands in his and looked carefully into her eyes

"Does this feel like playing to you?" he whispered, circling the back of her hand with his thumb.

Hermione didn't break the connection, although her head was screaming at her too. But, for once she ignored it. Her heart was beating twice as fast, or at least it felt like it. It was roaring in approval at the touch, a static current was running through her hands into his. She could smell his favourite sent again, it seemed to heighten her senses, and she forgot about the couples around her.

"Madam, are you reading to order?" The waiter was back, notebook in hand, completely oblivious to the scene before him.

Hermione jumped, as though someone grabbed her. She pulled her hands out of Draco's and flushed deep crimson. Avoiding his eyes, she looked up at the waiter

"I.. I'm not hungry anymore"

Getting up, she snatched her book and ran out of the restaurant. Draco was behind her, calling her name but she didn't stop, didn't turn. She had to get out of there before her heart betrayed her again.

"Hermione! Hermione Wait!" Draco called, struggling to keep up.

Hermione ran into the ladies toilets, turned on the spot and apparated.