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The light in Malfoy's cabin was dining, the sun was setting. Hermione got up to turn on the lights and looked down at the floor. There were books and paper everywhere. They had been looking for answers all day. Hermione had never seen Malfoy this way. His hair was messy, he was wearing jogging pants and a T-shirt, and he was wearing glasses. She had never seen him wearing glasses, or look so focused. It was odd, but she was also very curious, all she wanted to do was to put her hands throughout his hair and kiss his face. What is wrong with me? She thought to herself.

He was currently reciting for the millionth time what he had heard from the voices coming from the sea.

Only when hate

Only when love

Only when compatible

When minds make one

When bodies make one

When souls make one

Protection for one another

Attraction for each other

Can't live on land

Without one another

Bonded for life

Destined for the sea

He threw the paper on the floor and headed out to the balcony. Hermione followed him out.

When they entered the cabin earlier that day, they could still hear the voices coming from the sea. They had sat outside on the balcony and made sure that all they had heard was right. The voices stopped at noon, but they were pretty sure that the script they had, was correct. They had come back to the cabin and started researching all possibilities. Malfoy was more concerned on the meaning of the voices, as for Hermione, she was more concerned on why they heard it at all.

Hermione had taken out all her books that she thought would concern what they were experimenting. She wished she could go to Hogwarts library or even Flourish & Blotts, there were many other books, like 'The Atlantic Ocean and its magical properties' she wished she had taken the time to buy, or at least read. She had taken out about 20 books out from her beaded bag, and they were all against the far wall. She had only been able to go through 5 of them that afternoon, but was not losing hope. She couldn't give up now.

Hermione sat on one of the lounge chairs and closed her eyes. "I've always liked the smell of the sea" she said while taking in deep breaths. "It calms me down." She still had her eyes closed. "I guess it's why i decided to get on the ship."

Malfoy was looking out towards the sea. "I've always liked it too" he replied simply. He was looking at her while she had her eyes closed. He couldn't stop glancing at her all day, his mind always went back to when she only had a towel around her body. Her skin seemed to glow under the last rays of light from the sunset, and her hair cascaded down the side of the chair in beautiful brown waves. He reached down to touch, it was as soft as what he thought it would be. Hermione opened her eyes and Malfoy stepped back as quickly as he could. He couldn't believe he had just touched her hair… it was like if he was in a trance. He wasn't sure if she noticed he was touching her hair, if she did, she hadn't said a word.

After a little while, Hermione stared up at Malfoy, "How many more day till we reach land? Where are we stopping anyway? This was very last-minute and i didn't take the time to check how long or where this cruise was going. Just as long as I was leaving." She turned around and started re-arranging books on the wall. She hadn't meant to say that last part, and she didn't want to look at him after she had admitted that. "I think there are 4 days left until we reach St.-John's, Newfoundland. It looks like Ireland, but in Canada." She looked up at him with a questioning look. "Hey?! Don't look at me like that! I had to look up where I was going wasn't I?" She chuckled. Malfoy turned around re-arranging books of his own while he had a smile on his face. He hadn't heard Hermione chuckled, giggle, or laugh since he had first seen her on the upper deck.

"I think my brain is going to explode if I try to do more research here. Do you want to go have a drink?" Malfoy was already grabbing his room key. "Is that a date?" Hermione blushed. "Only if you want it to be." Malfoy smirked. "But I really want a drink and I can't go without you, i might die of suffocation." She blushed again. How could she have forgotten the whole oxygen thing! She had researched it all day, and here she was, talking about dates, how embarrassing. "Alright." She answered. "But let's go get my stuff. I have a feeling I'll be living here for the rest of the cruise."

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Hermione was sipping on her 3rd martini. "You know, I've always wanted to try a martini. It was my mom's favorite drink." Malfoy curiously looked at her, "Was?"

"Or is. I don't know. My parents are in Australia, with no idea who I am." Malfoy didn't elaborate on the subject.

"I'm sorry for your parents, Granger." Hermione was looking at her hand, there was another hand on top of hers, Malfoy's hand to be exact. Malfoy's seemed to realize what he was doing and took his hand back.

"Let me go get us another round of drinks." He stood up and left for the bar.

Hermione gulped down her Martini and was rubbing her hands on her pants. Why were they so sweaty? She looked around to watch Malfoy order drinks. She was having drinks with Malfoy, but was this Malfoy really? She thought about Harry, what would he say? Well he couldn't really say anything since he was probably doing Auror training or shagging Ginny, or Merlin knows what other heroic thing he was clinging too, now. And Ron? Well she didn't want to think about him. No, she was here, with Malfoy, and it was going perfectly fine. She might be in a bit of a situation, but that also kept her mind off of things.

"Mind if I join you?" She took her eyes off of Malfoy before looking at who had spoken to her. Ugh, it was that guy from the restaurant a couple of days ago. "I've noticed you've got some company, seems a bit pale if you ask me." Hermione was annoyed.

"Excuse me? Are you insulting my friend?"

"Your friend? You obviously just met him. He wasn't with you on the first couple of days of the cruise."

"Not that i need to give you any sort of explanation, but we've known each other from before and bumped into each other two nights ago." Hermione was starting to see red. Who the hell did he think he was?

"Well i could be of better company." He leaned forward, he smelled strongly of alcohol.

Hermione tried to move back. She wished she still had a martini, so she could throw it in his face. Where was Malfoy already?!

"I could do things to you that… What did you do that for?!" Hermione had just slapped him across the face.

Next thing Hermione knew Malfoy was in front of her and had grabbed the man by his shirt and was dragging him out of there while beating him at the same time. Hermione was quickly following behind. "NO!" She screamed. He seemed to be dragging him towards the railing on the edge of the ship.

"Granger, he deserves to die." His look was frightening.

"Malfoy!" He didn't seem to notice her.

"Draco! Look at me!" He looked at her, she called him by his first name.

The look he was giving her was not the same look he was giving the man. This look was full of lust.

"Draco, you can't kill him. Let him go." The man was semi-conscious. "Let him go." She said again.

She moved towards him and put her hand on his cheek. "Please, Draco. Let him go, and let's go back to your cabin please."

Draco dropped the man and grabbed Hermione by the waist. "Hermione." He whispered. He was shaking. "I couldn't control myself." He dropped his forehead on hers. "All i want to do is hurt that man, to get him as far away from you as possible, to protect you. I saw him lean towards you and I saw red. I came over as quickly as I could." She pulled him towards her in a hug. "It's OK now. I'm fine. Let's go back to your cabin."

Hermione was holding his hand on the way back to his cabin. She was afraid he might want to turn around and go throw him overboard after all.

"You think this has anything to do with the 'Protection for one another' of the voices?" Malfoy whispered out.

"I don't know" she wondered. "Let's look more into it tomorrow."

They were laying in bed.

"This has got to be the weirdest situation I've ever been in."

"You mean, being on a cruise ship, that you can't breathe without me, that you almost threw a man overboard for my honor, and that you are about to sleep in the same bed as me? Yeah. I have to admit it is weird." Hermione was giggling a little.

"Can't say I'm complaining." Malfoy rolled over.

Ugh. This was definitely weird.