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Hermione woke up that morning feeling happy. Her first couple of days on this ship made her feel calm. She still couldn't sleep very well as she kept waking up in cold sweats, dreaming about harry, who she had thought dead, about Ron who had left them, about Dobby, and Sirius, and Fred, and Remus, and Tonks, and all of those who had died. She often dreamed of all those terrible things while hearing the cackling sound of Bellatrix Lestrange. After showering, she went and grabbed a coffee and started making her way towards the top deck.

She was sipping on her coffee watching the first few rays of sunshine rising from the horizon as she felt someone lean on the railing beside her. She was annoyed. Couldn't that person go lean further away? She didn't feel like talking, she didn't want to talk. This was her favorite moment of the day and no one was going to ruin it. She took a sip of her coffee and stood to make her way to the opposite side of the deck.

"Granger."

She turned around. She would've known that voice anywhere. Although, she had never heard it being this soft, being this gentle. She was looking at him with round eyes. She wished she had brought her wand but being surrounded by muggles, she didn't think she would need it. She started looking around for exit routes, all the while wondering if she was too far away from England to apparate back. Antarctica, Greenland, and Canada were out of the question as it required an international apparating permit.

"Malfoy." She choked out. "What…? How…?" She was lost for words.

"I'm on my honeymoon." She looked around for the newest Mrs. Malfoy.

"I'm here alone Granger." He took another sip of his coffee and was staring at the sunrise again.

She looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "As am I. And I would like it to stay that way." She started walking towards the other end of the boat again. Malfoy was following.

"What do you want?" She huffed. "I hate you, you hate me. Leave me be and I'll let you be.

He couldn't stop looking at her. She looked beautiful in her white sundress. He had noticed, now that he was closer, that she had bags under her eyes. Trouble sleeping too he presumed.

"Malfoy?" Shit. He was staring. He leaned back unto the railing. "I'm bored." Which was a lie. He was definitely not bored, he was straight up fascinated. "Can we just hang?" He asked. "I mean, we don't have to talk, but it would be nice to not be alone."

He was crossing his fingers behind his back and screaming in his head "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE"

She looked at him skeptically. "You can do whatever you want. Just don't speak to me." She finished her coffee, threw it in the nearest bin and started making her way down to the gym. She definitely needed it after this.

She got on the treadmill and started running. Sprint. Jog. Sprint. Jog.

Malfoy was ready for any opportunity. He had brought his workout clothes in his bag, changed, and started going through his muscular workout routine. This body did not come naturally, he had to work hard to stay lean but still have muscle definition. He wasn't a seeker for nothing.

He was currently working on his abs when Hermione got off from the treadmill. She was annoyed. She couldn't focus on her run when all she could see in the surrounding mirrors was Draco Malfoy, of all people, working out, with his clothes sticking to his perfect body constantly looking at her. What was up with him? She cleaned off her machine and went to take a shower into the ladies dressing room.

Malfoy finished his abs routine and went to take a shower himself. He definitely needed a cold one. He couldn't help having a semi-hard on while looking at her run. She had her hair in a ponytail, sticking down her back. With a workout tank and tight yoga pants. He tried looking away but found it very difficult to focus on his workout.

After his quick shower, he went out to wait for her. He didn't want her to leave him behind. He was determined to stay with her, no matter her conditions. He just couldn't stay away.

She came out of the dressing room and stared at him. His hair was still wet, and was going everywhere, his T-shirt stuck to his body, and she could see the definition in his arms. She knew he was handsome, but she definitely wasn't expecting this.

"Like what you see?" He asked.

"Humph.." she turned around and started making her way to the lower decks. Malfoy knew where she was going at this point but just kept to following close behind. She arrived at her preferred lounge chair and sat down. Pulled out her bag and took out her book. She then reached in and grabbed a sandwich and a thermos that contained tea. She looked at Malfoy, who had brought a lounge chair next to hers, and handed over half her sandwich. He took it and bit into it. "Thanks." She grabbed the cup she had brought and filled it up with tea and gave that to him as well. He raised an eyebrow at her wondering if she had a second one but then lifted up the thermos to her lips and took a sip, answering his question.

They sat like that for a while. Hermione noticed that he seemed to be reading a muggle book about traveling to Canada. She couldn't help it. "Malfoy? WHAT are you reading?! Muggle Canada? Really?"

Malfoy just looked at her over his book. "Granger, really?" He chuckled. "Aren't you a witch? Of course, it's not a muggle traveling book. Couldn't bring a book on wards and enchantments out in a muggle ship now could I?" He looked at the cover of his book. "I just transfigured the cover for it to match a book that was in my suite." Hermione had her mouth open "oh… that makes sense." She went back to her book.

A couple of minutes later, she looked back up. "Wards and enchantments? Why are you reading on wards and enchantments?" Malfoy put the book down, wondering how much he should tell her, and decided on the truth. "I'm now head of the family. The manor is mine. The wards are all fucked from having the dark lord living there. I'm trying to fix and modify them." Hermione shivered. "I'm sorry" he blurted out. "I shouldn't have brought up the manor. I'm sorry i didn't do anything when…" he went quiet. "I have nightmares about that day" Hermione looked down at her forearm, where the word mudblood was scared into her skin. "I'm sorry" he whispered again, as he was looking down at his own forearm where the dark mark was faded but still visible.

They had kept quiet for the remainder of the day. They had a quiet afternoon, and a quiet supper. They watched the sunset go down and then made their way to their own separate cabins. "Night." Malfoy whispered as he headed down a separate corridor.

It was now 2 am and the boat was quiet, all you could hear was the sound of the water hitting the boat and the engines humming in the background. Hermione was lying awake in her bed. She couldn't fall asleep. She kept thinking about the blond man who had followed her all day. It was not the same Malfoy she knew from Hogwarts. This Malfoy had changed. He had spent the day with her, by choice! He had not insulted her and had even apologized. It was a strange day.

She was tossing and turning in her bed trying to fall asleep but then sat up straight in her bed. She was suddenly feeling like she was surrounded by a strong magic field that had her suffocating for air. She could feel her magic pulsating throughout her body. She grabbed her wand but didn't know what to do. She thought, "Malfoy." She pulled on her clothes and got out of her cabin, leaning up against the wall looking for air, feeling dizzy. She had to find Malfoy, but she had no idea where to find him. She started to walk towards where she had seen him last. She haven't made it to that corridor yet that Malfoy was standing right in front of her with his hand against the wall taking deep long breaths. "Granger." He said. "What's happening?"

She was staring at him. Feeling better all of a sudden, but still not great. Next thing she knew, she was walking towards him. Standing right in front of him. She didn't know why, but the next thing she knew she had his face in between her hands and her lips on his. She was finally able to breathe.

"Granger?" She pulled away. "Not that I'm complaining. But what the fuck is going on?"

She was feeling dizzy. When she had pulled away she could feel her lungs contracting again. She took a step back, but Malfoy took a step towards her. "Granger, I feel better when you're closer." He wasn't wrong. As soon as he stepped closer her breathing was easier. She looked at him, frozen. What was she going to do? She started to feel panic taking a hold of her.

Malfoy put his hands on her shoulders. "Granger, relax." She didn't seem to hear him. "Granger?" She started to cry. He didn't know what to do, he pulled her in and held on to her. He slowly started to lead her back to his suite. Apparently whatever was going on they needed to be close to one another to be able to breathe. Might as well go and get some rest and sleep on it if they were going to try to figure this out.

"Always trapped" Hermione whispered to herself.