Draco looked around, his eyes wide open. He didn't mean to stay the night at Luna's beach house. But when Hermione asked him if he would, and Luna had nodded in agreement, staring at him with silver eyes, what else could he have said?
He tiptoed to the front room. "Where'd you think you're going, Malfoy?" Drat. Weasley was up. He turned around to see all of them sitting at the table, eating breakfast. Even though the sight of bacon and sausages made his mouth water, he resisted. "I should really get back."
"Don't be ridiculous!" Hermione smiled, and gestured to the seat next to her. Weasley's eyes narrowed slightly but he didn't say anything. "No one's rooting against you, Malfoy." Potter said, encouragingly.
This cannot be happening. I must be dreaming Draco thought as he sat down.
"So, Malfoy, where've you been since…the war?" Ginny asked him.
"I've been touring the world. America with my mum, Blaise took me to Italy and Greece, Paris with Pansy. God, that woman can SHOP. I wanted a little time off and be alone, so I hit the beaches. I'll be going to Africa in a few weeks." He trailed off towards the end, remembering who he was talking to.
"That sounds fun. We wanted a break too. London's balmy! The prophet's gone crazy!" Potter exclaimed.
"I should be grateful I escaped, huh?" He and Potter shared a rueful smile.
Just then, Ron's cellphone-thingy beeped. He read his text and smiled. "Muggle technology's amazing." He grinned and leant over to kiss Hermione. She, however was reading the text he'd just replied to.
'CNT WAIT 2 TASTE U BABE. I'L BE THERE IN 15.'
"Ron. You're cheating on me?"
Draco could never forget the betrayed look in her eyes.