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A Trip to Italy
January 20th 2005
Hermione Granger
The kitchen counter is clean, the dishes were washed, the beds were made, and the apartment was spotless. I couldn't think of any other chores to do. I brought myself to my couch and lay there for what seems like hours. I was exhausted, but I couldn't sleep. I looked at the clock, only 5 minutes since I lay down on the couch.
Damn it! I yelled in my thoughts.
I can't sleep, I can't eat, and I can't Merlin knows what else! Come on! You left him! Get a grip! I thought. The doorbell rang and I, grumpily and angrily, went to answer it. It was Ginny.
"Hey Hermione! How's everything going?" Ginny asked me. I tried hard not to roll my eyes.
"Fine, thank you. I've got to say I'm surprised you came back to see me. After what I did to your brother," I said, feeling the slightest hint of guilt.
"Listen, good friends accepts your decisions; great friend respects your decisions!" Ginny said holding my hand comfortingly.
"Thanks," I muttered.
"After all, I am your friend," Ginny said.
"You know, I can't do anything around here anymore! I'm not myself anymore! It's like the guilt haunts me," I told Ginny throwing a cushion in frustration.
Ginny frowned. She knew something was bothering me. Although we got separated for almost 5 years, Ginny still knows me better. She eyed me cautiously.
"Spill the beans Hermione," Ginny said firmly.
"Okay, I know, I was the one who left him; but I feel guilty! I just don't know why!" I blurted out, not realising what I just said.
"What you really need Hermione," Ginny told me, "is a holiday!"
"A holiday?" I asked. How can Ginny think of a holiday at a time like this! I thought.
"Where you want to visit the most?" Ginny asked.
"I dunno, I like Italy," I replied.
"Then Italy it is!" Ginny said happily.
"Whoa…hang on! You don't think I can afford it right?" I said, narrowing my eyes.
"I know, but Harry can!" Ginny answered simply.
"Come on! I don't want it," I said flatly.
Ginny hold my elbows and apparated. The next second, I'm in Harry's mansion.
"Ginny this is sick!" I wailed after Ginny. Terribly sick! I cursed under my breath.
I followed walking, but high heels don't really help with long distance walking. I tripped several times on my way. It wasn't helping that the wind was blowing strongly and I had to hold my skirt a few times, thus, delaying my walk. Ginny on the other hand was wearing jeans and a simple t-shirt so she had no problem walking. Ginny was also wearing her running shoes and it was really comfortable! Unlike my stupid yet expensive high heels.
"Come on Hermione!" Ginny called after me. Rule number one, DO NOT visit Harry's mansion unless invited. The walking SUCKS! I told myself.
"Darlings! What brings you here today?" Claire said loudly from the living room.
"We're looking for Harry," Ginny said.
"Harry? Have a seat, I'll call him. Hermione, I'm so sorry for what happened," Claire said.
"Huh? Oh no, it's okay," I said distractedly. Harry's house was far from what I pictured it to be. Well, if Harry has a lot of gold and Claire loves designing, this is how their house would end up right? A voice in my head told me.
I sat on the sofa without any second thoughts. My feet is cutting due to the straps on my heels. I was massaging my foot when Harry entered to room, looking confused. He brought us into a more private room. Seconds later, we were seated in Harry's living room served with hot chocolate and marshmallows.
"What brings both of you here today?" Harry asked.
"Erm…" I started.
"Hermione wants to go on a holiday and was wondering if you could pay the bill," Ginny said immediately.
"I do not! It was all your idea!" I said angrily. My feet were killing me due to the long walk here. And Ginny wasn't helping by accusing me!
"Ginny, I dated you for quite some time; you don't think you'll be able to lie to me, do you?" Harry said knowingly.
Ginny hung her head and scowled at me. Great! Now she's blaming me! Just what I needed, more guilt!
"I'll pay for it," Harry said firmly.
"Harry you don't have too," I muttered weakly. I don't want to be a burden to Harry.
"Follow me Hermione," Harry said and led me to his office.
"Here," Harry said as he signed a piece of check and handed it to me.
"Harry…" I said weakly. The amout written on the check was 10 000 galleons.
"Good friends offer help; great friends won't take no for an answer. Just take it as my wedding gift," Harry said.
"You sound like Ginny," I said.
"Yeah, she taught me that," Harry said laughing.
"Prat," I muttered and we both laughed.
"All done?" Harry asked me.
"Just one thing; the wedding was cancelled for your infomation," I said to Harry laughing.
January 25th
"Bye Hermione!" Ginny called. I smiled at her. I was at the airport already; ready to visit Italy. Harry, Claire, and Ginny were there bidding me goodbye.
I boarded the plane; I got a window seat! Beside me was a man I didn't know. His blonde hair looked familiar though. Perhaps he went to Hogwarts? Perhaps, I reminded myself and tried to sleep. Suddenly a phone rang and I woke up with a start. The man beside me stirred andanswered his phone.
"What? Mundungus Fletcher tried to smuggle cigars? That idiot! Of course I want him charged!" the man yelled over his phone. His voice seemed somehow familiar. And he's rude, very rude indeed.
Don't this jerk realized people are trying to sleep! I cursed at him silently. I didn't even realize he had said the name 'Mundungus Fletcher'.
After a while, most of the people were awake except the man next to me. When the food cart had arrived, that man was blocking the air-hostess's way to pass me my food. So I regretfully said I don't want to eat. I cursed this man under my breath.
"You deserve two words, Avada Kedavra!" I muttered.
"I wouldn't use the Unforgivable Curse if I were you; I work for the Ministry," he muttered under the blankets, half-asleep.
"You deserve it for being a jerk!" I hissed. I mean, I was hungry!
"Whatever!" the man said.
Then, for the first time I realized, he was a wizard. Why hadn't I thought of it? I asked myself.
"Are you a wizard?" I whispered to him, not wanting out conversation heard.
"Would a Muggle know the words 'Avada Kedavra' or 'Unforgivable Curses' or 'Ministry'?" the man said sarcastically.
I cursed him once more. There was an announcement. The plane would be landing soon, so the man had to get up. I was so pissed off with him; I didn't even bother looking at his face!
I was still angry when I got off the plane, I grabbed my bag (or so I thought it was) and dashed out from the airport. I only needed one bag as Harry's check is enough for me to go shopping. When I reached my hotel, I opened my bag. There were shirts, pants, neckties and even boxers. Definitely not mine.
A man's bag, I thought to myself. I decided I would go down to the lobby to tell them.
When I reached the lobby, I'm not the only one who mistaken a bag. The same bloody blonde was talking furiously to the receptionist.
"Then call the airport! I want my bag back!" he yelled.
"Sir, it is stated clearly that if no one else reports that they have mistaken a bag, we're not allow to call the airport. This is hotel policy!" the receptionist said. She apparently was annoyed by that blonde too. I walked there and place the bag on the counter.
"I've mistaken this bag as mine. And I'm guessing this blonde here have accidently took a woman's bag?" I asked.
"Yes," the man hissed.
"Then it's settled. I know you're annoyed; I was forced to sit beside him for 4 hours. He managed to annoy me even without talking," I said to the receptionist, making sure it's audible enough for that man to hear.
The man shot one glare at me. He grabbed his bag and left for his hotel room.
That man hadn't brought my bag to the lobby so I followed him to his suit. He seemed to think of the same thing as he held the lift open for me. Nothing was uttered for a while.
"You come here often?" I asked the man, not looking at him.
"I come here on a monthly basis," the man replied.
"Wow! For what?" I asked again.
"Business," he answered simply.
"Well, I'm guessing you're rich," I said.
"Bingo," the man replied shortly.
"Even my stay here was paid by a friend as a late wedding present although the wedding was called off. That's just this one trip. You come here on a monthly basis, I'm sure you're rich and flooded with gold," I said.
"You sure have a lot to talk with a stranger," the man snapped.
"Well, that's because I hate uncomfortable silence that make the situation uncomfortable!" I said heatedly.
"That's why the situation is called uncomfortable," the man lectured.
That shut me up. I couldn't believe he had the ability to talk back! Usually, I was the one winning when it comes to catfights. We reached his room. He grabbed his key and pushed it in the slot. I entered his room. My jaw dropped. His room was gorgeous! He had his own living room, toilet with Jacuzzi, and a small kitchenette.
"Wow! You sure got a nice room," I said.
"I'm a regular customer, this room is always reserved for me," he said normally.
"Wow," I said as I continued to stare at his room in admiration.
"What floor do you live in?" he asked.
"12th," I answered simply.
"12th floor rooms are nice too," he said.
"Not as nice as yours," I said.
"I can fix you to change up here," the man offered.
"No thanks," I said, smiling, for the first time in this trip.
"I didn't even get your name," the man asked now.
"Hermione. Hermione Granger," I replied.
"I'm Daniel Malfeild," Daniel said.
"Hi," I said, not knowing what else to say. I finally got a got look of his face. One word to describe him-gorgeous.
He had sleek blonde hair, pale skin, his eyes were grey and his body was well-build.
"I went to Hogwarts," I said to him.
"So did I," Daniel replied.
"That's weird, I never heard of your name," I said, frowning.
"Hogwarts is big and I went to Hufflepuff. No one gives a damn bout Hufflepuff," Daniel said simply.
"I guess I better get going," I muttered. Something is weird with this guy, I thought.
"Here, your bag," Daniel said, handing my bag to me. His hand accidentally brushed against my hand. Something tells me this guy is lying. He somehow seemed familiar, his hair, accent, body and his touch.
Before I can reach the door, a woman in her mid-thirties entered the room. I read her name tag. It says:-
Golden Dragon
Manager
Elise McLaggen
"Mr. Malfoy, how's your stay?" Elise asked.
I got the shock of my life! Malfoy! He's Draco Malfoy! Malfoy obviously realized that his cover was blown and looked at me. I left the room as fast as possible; tears running down my cheeks. Malfoy kept chasing me but he was too late, the lift closed the doors blocking him from my view. Tears continue to pour down my cheeks.
A/N: How was it? Is it good? Well, anyway…I kept my promise! 6 pages! Yeah! I should do more of this! Also, I changed my mind last minute…I skipped school! I'm so exhausted I just can't bring myself to go to school! I'd better stay at home and write right?
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