A/N: Sorry if you guys don't like the way I'm writing Hermione's parents in. Since J.K.R. doesn't talk much about them in the books, I kind of had to go it on my own and make them how I wanted them. I sort of modeled them after my own parents, but you guys probably don't care about that ha-ha. So, this is also, as I had said before, SO FAR FECHED. This is really weird for them to be going to Disney and then to- OOPSIES! I almost gave away where Hermione's cousins live! Ha-ha oh well. Why don't you guys leave reviews as to where you think her family might live? I'd love to see what you guys guess. I can't wait until they're at her cousin's house; I've got so much planned for that part! So, this'll be a REALLY short chapter, and I apologize. I wanted to get the second one up before I left for Chicago, seeing as how I just got back from Alabama. But, now I've got a stomach ache, head ache, and a sore, swollen throat. My writing might not be at its best, but please, dip into the kindness of your hearts and take pity on the ill. Ha-ha just kidding, it's not that big of a deal. :) And, without further ramble…
"Honestly," Draco spat as they walked toward their first ride of the day, Tower of Terror. "What IS the purpose for a place like THIS?"
The Grangers had chosen their first park of the trip to be Disney's Hollywood Studios. Draco, having no idea what any of that meant, walked along clueless, taking it all in.
"It's entertaining to muggles. And some witches and wizards. Well, those of us that are capable of feeling enjoyment, anyways." She shot Draco a look of pure dislike.
"Listen Granger." He started calmly. "We didn't ask to be paired with each other. Neither of us wanted to be. You thought you'd get Pansy and I thought I'd get Potter. But that isn't how it played out, so we better make the best of it. Better to grit our teeth and be civil than bicker and waste both of our summers." She looked at him in astonishment at his out of character display of maturity.
"O-Ok." She managed. Then she heard laughing. Draco and Hermione turned around to see Hermione's parents, who were walking behind them, attempting and failing to control their laughter. Draco looked embarrassed and Hermione just looked annoyed.
"Glad you two came to that realization." Her dad grinned. "It would've been one hell of a long three months for ALL FOUR of us if you two kept at each others' throats for the whole damn summer."
Mrs. Granger slapped her husband's arm playfully. "Language." She scolded, but smiled all the while.
"Right, dear. I'm a hell of a damn idiot." Hermione and her father burst out laughing. Even her mum couldn't suppress her grinning.
By now they were now on the ride. The fun began. The Granger women screamed. Draco was utterly terrified. He'd been on flying brooms with no problem. Why was this giving him such a hard time? He went to grab the arm rest part of his seat as the ride plunged down over and over again. What he grabbed was in no way the seat.
Hermione looked over at him. Why was he holding her hand? Why wasn't he pulling his away? Between the rides movement and the shock of what Draco did, she wasn't thinking straight. She was in too much surprise to move her hand. Instead she just looked at him.
Draco looked at her the same time she looked at him. They both looked down at their overlapping hands simultaneously. He immediately took his hand off the top of hers.
The ride ended shortly after that and the three Grangers and one Malfoy walked off. Once outside, they stopped.
"Lunch time, guys!" Mr. Granger said. Three other stomachs grumbled back their agreement.
Once they had gotten their food and sat down, Hermione's dad, who seemed to be doing most of the talking, felt the need to initiate yet another conversation. "So, how is this transition going to work?" He paused for a moment and looked at the others' confused faces. "What I mean is: how are you splitting your time up between staying with us and staying with Draco's family?"
Hermione cringed at the thought of how she would have to stay at Malfoy Manor for a portion of this summer. Wasn't him annoying her on her own, friendlier turf enough as it was? "Well, each pair at Hogwarts got assigned a different way to do that, based on what would be best for the two students involved. We are staying here for two weeks, going to Draco's for two weeks, coming back here for a month, and then going back to Malfoy Manor for the last month of summer."
"How did you know all that?" Draco had been told how the time would be shared equally, but not in such detail as she apparently had been.
"Dumbledore told me." Hermione stated simply.
"Ah right," Draco smirked. "When you went to his office to complain about how we were paired with one another."
"Hermione Jean Granger!" Her mother scolded. "You went to your headmaster's office to complain about something that was assigned to you? I thought we brought you up knowing better than to question authority."
Malfoy was obviously please with the trouble he'd cause Hermione, judging by the grin on his face that he was trying to hide by taking a drink.
"What happened to being civil?" She asked angrily.
He shrugged. "I have no clue as to what you are referring to." He stated in mock innocence. "I would, however, love to know what this is." He pointed to the glass he was drinking out of. "It's really good."
"It's called a chocolate milkshake." She drug another french fry through her ketchup. This was going to be a long summer... For everyone. She wasn't going down alone.
Saying that the day went by slowly would be the understatement of the millennium. It drug on and on... And on and on and on and on. Neither Draco nor Hermione were enjoying themselves. Hermione's parents were having an amazing time, though. If you were where they were, you would be, too.
They finally were ready to go on the last ride, then dinner.
"What is wrong with muggles?" He said as they drew nearer in line for Star Tours, a Star Wars themed attraction. At the mention of the word muggle, several people turned and looked with curious expressions on their faces.
Hermione swatted his arm just like her mother did to her father earlier. "Draco!" She whispered. "Muggles don't know what muggles are! They call themselves people."
"Thanks for the tip, Granger. I call myself a person as well. I know they do too, but that's just what I've always called them." Hermione rolled her eyes in response.
"Jean, dear," Said her father from behind them. "Don't these two remind you of two specific people…? But who." He stroked his chin in mock deep thought. "Oh, yes. Now I remember. It's us. We'd just met… and despised each other." He planted a kiss on his wife's cheek and she laughed at the horrified expressions on the two teens' faces. Draco and Hermione stepped as far away as the small waiting area would possible allow.
"Yeah but your hate turned to love, whereas ours will turn into nothing but more hate." Hermione crossed her arms over her chest indignantly. Draco nodded his agreement.
Just then, they were let into the ride. But Hermione could've sworn she heard her mother mutter something like: "I wouldn't be so sure of that so soon." She decided it was best if she just ignored it.
Finally. Thought Hermione. Dinnertime.
Her parents were heading towards some restaurant in the theme park, but Hermione and Draco lagged behind a bit. A day full of walking around and bickering can tend to tire a person out.
"Hey hot stuff!" A pale kid in skull printed tee-shirt came sauntering up to Hermione and Draco. As the kid neared them, she saw that he could've given Malfoy a run for his money in the hair-grease department. Although, Draco let his hair fall naturally nowadays. She noted that this boy had greasy hair due to lack of hygiene, not due to hair products.
"You're considered hot in the muggle world?" Draco whispered in her ear. She punched his arm.
Hermione realized her parents were paying no attention and growing farther away from her. Greasy kid threw his arm around Hermione's waist and drew her closer than any human being should have to endure from this walking garbage can.
"Don't touch her." Draco stepped closer to the boy.
"Oh, you mean like this?" His free hand flew up under his chin and tickled it. Hermione squirmed to get away, but his grip was too tight. "What exactly do you think you're going to do about it, anyways?"
Draco reached for his wand. "Don't." Hermione warned. "He's not worth it. He's a pathetic little creep. Don't waste your time on him."
"Awe baby. Now I know you don't mean that." He stroked her cheek and Hermione gave him a stare that could've turned someone into stone. "Let's say we ditch blondie here, go back to my hotel room, and have a little fun."
"You wish." Hermione scowled at him. "Not in this lifetime. Not even in your dreams."
"I like the feisty ones." He winked.
"My girlfriend would never stoop to such levels as you're on." It was Malfoy again. He hadn't said anything in a while. Hermione wondered why he didn't just hit the little pervert, but oh well. Malfoy could've easily taken this toothpick.
"Girlfriend?" Grease Boy asked in surprise. Hermione was thinking exactly what creepy kid said, but knew better than to say it out loud. This very well could be her ticket out of this mess. Grease Boy thought for a minute. "Prove it." Draco and Hermione exchanged nervous glances. "Kiss her." Another pause. "Wait, no. Snog her." Grease Boy looked smug, thinking he'd won. Hermione knew he had.
But before she even had time to catch her breath after Grease Boy released her, Draco had started doing exactly what Grease Boy had requested.
A/N: Not necessarily a cliff hanger, but enough to keep you interested (I HOPE! FINGERS CROSSED!). Now, I appreciate constructive criticism. It helps me be better at what I like to do! I promise that I won't be one of those authors that says "If I don't get X number of reviews by whatever time, then I won't write". I'll write anyways, because I enjoy it. But, I do appreciate reviews. I also like ideas too. I am open to anything, seeing as how nothing is set in stone. I've also decided that I am going to open a poll on my profile to see what state you guys think her open a poll on my profile to see what state you guys think her family lives in. Also did you guys like this chapter? Let me know. As I always say…. IF YOU'VE READ THIS FAR, I LOVE YOU FOR IT!
P.S. - thanks guys, you know for all the positive feedback on BOTH of my stories, considering I'm new to this and whatnot.
P.S.S. –Sorry again for how short this is. I'll try and upload tomorrow but I don't think I'll be able to. I'll try.