Waking up in the morning is probably one of the hardest thing to do for Hermione. Usually, she would have to get up around six, make breakfast for the whole family, and go out for the day. But today wasn't a normal morning.

She slowly opened up her eyes to see a bare, pale, muscular chest lying below her head. She suddenly felt a hand into her hair, as well. She instantly sprung out of that spot, and looked at Malfoy with narrow, tired eyes.

"What was that about?" she asked, trying to remember everything that happened last night. She definitely remembered that they were facing the opposite of each other, so this had to be his fault somehow. She wouldn't do this to her husband!

"Don't act like this is my fault," he said, he sounded like he has been up for hours. Why didn't he let go of her? "You did it to yourself."

"What?" she asked, getting annoyed he wasn't giving an answer to why she was like that. "I did nothing last night!"

He had a confused look on his face. "You don't remember?"

She shook her head. "No… what happened?"

He chuckled to himself. "Nothing. Don't need to get you embarrassed right now, yeah? Let's have breakfast."

Hermione was always a stubborn girl. She wouldn't let Malfoy suddenly not tell her what happened last night. "No, I want to know now."

Luckily, Draco was always a little bit more of an ass. "How do you like your eggs?"

She sighed; she didn't feel like fighting in the morning. "Anyway will do, I suppose. Let's just get out of here."

They both went downstairs, and Malfoy still left his chest out in the open. She tried not to stare at some points, but she was always a bit nosey to see how much he changed. She sat down in the kitchen, watching him make breakfast. It was very weird, watching someone else do the work.

"Doesn't your son have school?" she asked, trying to make conversation. She didn't want to get caught staring at him.

"Yeah, he left about three hours ago. It's already nine."

"Oh Merlin…" she said, remembering she left her phone upstairs. "I really need to call Ronald. I bet he's worried sick."

She could tell Malfoy made some dirty face when she said Ronald. Even over the past years, they still didn't like each other. This was nonsense! They're grown men, for God's sake.

"It can wait till later," Draco said, cracking the eggs into the pan, "You need to eat."

She rolled her eyes. He always got what he wanted, and he didn't expect that to stop any time soon. For some reason, she liked that. She always liked a good argument- not like the ones her and Ron had, because Ron would always just stop to make her happy, or keep going and say something hurtful. Malfoy, on the other hand, didn't let Hermione win nor did he do it in a harmful way to her.

"So, what happened last night?" Hermione asked. The incident never left her mind yet, and she was positive it was going to stay like that if she didn't figure out what happened.

"Nothing much," Draco said casually. "It actually helped on my research, though. So I guess it was something."

"Research?" she asked, "Why are you researching what I do? What am I? Some freak?"

"Not exactly on you," Draco said, still acting very calm. When Hermione gets mad, it's scary. Even scares Ron at times. But it didn't scare Malfoy. It made her angrier. "But the things you do."

Hermione got up from her chair. "I am going to get my phone. I have to be leaving after the eggs." She said as she went to go upstairs.

"No," he said, with a tone that scared her actually. She didn't stop, though. What he said pissed her off and she just wanted to talk to Ron and make her somewhat calm that someone missed her.

By the time she was in Malfoy's room, he was already behind her. She almost screamed, but she kept it in herself. How the hell did he get behind her so fast? She didn't even hear him move!

He pushed her against the wall, with his arms on each of her side. She would have pushed him away, but she had no strength to. Not that Malfoy would have hurt her, anyway. She had no choice but to look at his face, which amazed her completely. She didn't really have a real close up of his face, she always wanted to though. His skin was absolutely flawless, and so were his eyes. Those gray, cloudy eyes were piercing through her eyes. His face was suddenly closer to her.

"Malfoy…" she said, when he closed his eyes. His arms were shaking on the side of her.

"Not my name." he said, so softly that she wasn't even sure if that's what he said.

"Draco," she whispered. This felt completely unusual, because it felt normal. She didn't know if that was a bad thing or not.

They stood there for a few moments, until he let his arms away from her, and his peaceful face became harder, cruel. The normal face he makes.

"Fuck," he mumbled. He looked at Hermione, and for just an eighth of a second, it looked like he was afraid. She was probably seeing things, though. "My eggs might not be perfect. Come back downstairs."

Before he went downstairs, he went into a dresser of his. There was a red leather coated book. He quickly scribbled something in there then put it back in there as if he didn't even care if she was watching.

Hermione wanted to say something, but there was nothing to say. She just let her legs do the walking; her mind was all out of places. She entirely had forgotten why she went upstairs in the first place.

"There still okay," Malfoy said as he handed her a plate. He sat down across from her. "Are you leaving after this?"

Oh, that's right. She told him she was leaving after he said he was researching on her. Why would he react that way, though? She didn't want Malfoy to act like that again; it hurt her a little bit when she saw him trembling before, as if he was trying to control something. "I'm not sure. Am I going to get answers?"

He took a bite in his breakfast. "Probably not."

She expected an answer like that, so she wasn't surprised. "What did you write down in that book? More of your research?"

He laughed. "Yeah, a little bit."

"What did you write?"

"Nothing you need to know."

One of the reasons she decided to go to Malfoy's house for the night was because she didn't feel like fighting all the time. So she didn't bring that conversation any farther.

"I brought your phone with me," Malfoy said as he slid the phone across to her. "If you need to call your husband."

When did he get the time to grab her phone? She didn't even see him get it. She eyed him suspiciously; he knew what she was thinking. What was up his sleeve?

She ignored that thought and called Ron. She thought that he probably went through hell last night.

"Hello? Hermione?" Ron said, he picked up from the first ring. "Are you okay?"

"Hey Ron," she said, and a smile appeared onto her face. This disgusted Malfoy at the time, but she looked away from him. "I'm okay. How are you?"

"I was worried about you," he said. "You didn't call me back."

"Sorry," she said, but she didn't really mean it. "I was watching movies with Brenda. Turned my phone off."

"It's okay," Ron said. Hermione sighed in relief; she thought he was going to make a big deal out of it. "You should have seen Rose's face when I woke her up; she thought you were dead or something. When are you going to be home?"

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking before. And…" she looked at Malfoy. There was no emotion on his face whatsoever, which didn't help with her answer. "Later, I'll call you back when I'm going to be home, okay? Bye."

"Love you," Ron said.

She felt awkward saying it back. "Love you too," she said and quickly hung up.

Malfoy grinned. "That was pathetic." He said.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, "watch who you're talking to."

"What, you're going to hex me?"

"I should!" she retorted. "You would deserve it!"

"It's a shame you're not staying another night," Malfoy said. She hated when he randomly changed the conversation. "I was thinking of this really nice place that's opened at nights."

Was Malfoy trying to make her stay another night? "Why, so you could embarrass the hell out of yourself again?"

"How did I embarrass myself last night?"

Hermione went to say something and then closed it again. Was kissing her not embarrassing for him? She thought he probably was disgusted by her.

"Never mind. Maybe another night. I can't keep giving Ronald these mini heart attacks every time I'm out."

"Hmm. Wouldn't that be nice…" he said, Hermione gave him a death glare. "Jesus! I'm kidding."

"I know you're not kidding."

"Oh, you know me!"

She smiled slyly. She liked moments like these, when everything was fun and games. She was very curious about what Malfoy had in mind for tonight, though. She didn't bother by asking, it was just a waste of breath.

"These eggs are delicious," she complimented, but he didn't need more than he already gets. "It's weird, I usually make breakfast."

"Of course you do," Malfoy said. "You're the perfect example for the house wife. The slave, you know?"

"I'm not a slave," she snapped. "And I wouldn't like to be called one, Malfoy."

He sneered. Not to the fact that she snapped at him, but that she called him Malfoy. She knew what got him pissed. She laughed inside her mind, it was quite funny.

"What are we going to do today?" she said, changing the subject like he usually does. Except, he doesn't act like her. Not one bit, actually.

"I don't care what you do." He said, angry. "You can leave for all you want."

"Is saying your last name really that bad?" she asked, curious. "I have worse things said from you when we were little."

"Gotta bring that up?" he snapped at her. "I just don't like it, okay?"

"I'm sorry, Draco," she said, noticing that should probably hurt the blonde in some way. She didn't mean to do that. He suddenly seemed calmer now that she apologized. She felt relieved; it was freaky to see a mad Malfoy. "Now that's settled, what do you want to do today?"

"I was going to ask you that," he said, "I did what I wanted last night. It's your turn now."

She thought about all the places she wanted to go to- Venice, Paris, and Asia… but of course, she had to be reasonable. There was really no where she wanted to go, she didn't know any places around here that she never went to before. "I don't know," she said after thinking, "I don't know any places around here I wanna go to."

"Who said it had to be around here?" Draco smirked. "Where do you really want to go? You were thinking for a few minutes, you had to have some place in mind."

"Places that I just dream of," she said. "I never seem to just be pleased with what I have."

"What places would that be?" he asked. "I can bet you I've been to every one of them, more than twice."

Hermione started naming places she always wanted to go to, even as a little kid. She was shocked that he nodded to every one of them. She even started naming countries she didn't care about, just to see what he would say. "Wonderful to know," she said, sarcastically.

"Pick a place," he said, still smirking. Her eyes widen. "Well? I don't have much time, we only have today."

"Are you serious?" she asked. The look on his face showed that he was one hundred percent serious. "Uh, yeah… I guess Italy?"

"Ah, Italy…" he said, "It's a great place. Stand up now." He said, as he stood up. She instantly got up to, wondering what he was going to do. He held his arm out. "Grab onto me, don't even think of letting go. Okay?"

She nodded as they were arm to arm now. She grabbed tighter than she should, being a little fearful of what he's doing. He laughed at her reactions. "What, don't you trust me?"

She thought about it for a moment, and nothing more. "Of course I do," she smiled as she said that.

"Good. Close your eyes. Don't open till I say you can. And remember, breathe normally. Keep reminding yourself that."

She nodded as he grabbed her even tighter now. "Exsto Ita!" he yelled so loud that she thought he could have blown the house away. Suddenly she felt the pain, as if she just got punched in the gut, over and over again. She felt lightheaded and she wanted to drop onto the floor. She felt the arm that was entwined with hers. She then felt as if the walls were closing in on her and she didn't feel Malfoy anymore.

"Malfoy?" she screamed, but no answer. "DRACO?" still nothing. The walls kept closing in and she couldn't breathe anymore. She let her knees fall and she collapsed. Was this like death?

"Her…Hermione?" she heard someone whisper after a few seconds of silence, she really thought she died. She was too scared to even speak, afraid of it happening again. "Speak now. You're okay. I told you to breathe normally."

"Draco!" she exclaimed as she got up and hugged him tightly. This shocked him.

He chuckled against her neck. "Merlin, you're the only person to keep surprising me." She finally let him go, only looking at him.

"What was that? I thought I was dead, you had no idea. It was the scariest thing I think I ever dealt with."

"Just some things I learned I can do," he shrugged. "Look around you. Look where you're at."

Hermione took in her surroundings. She couldn't believe where she was at. She saw many people, all of them speaking Italian. She would have thought she was in some imitation of Italy till she saw the Leaning Tower of Pisa just a few feet away from her.

"This is seriously incredible…" she managed to say, looking at Malfoy. He somehow changed his clothes during her death moment. His hair looked perfect, as always. She looked at herself. She was in a pale pink dress, which hugged her in all of the right places. She gasped in shock. She looked really fancy. Her hair was put up, her brown curls lightly laying on each of her shoulders. "How did this happen?"

"If we were going to go out to somewhere good, you have to look good. Sorry, my rules."

She didn't mind that she looked nice. She didn't want him to spend so much money on a dress like this. It had to cost hundreds! "I like it. I look nice for once."

"I know, I thought this outfit would look good on you," he said, examining her from head to toe. "I was right."

She sighed. "Yeah yeah, as always."

"Well, we don't have all day. What do you want to do now, miss?"

She thought of all of the possibilities. Anything was possible with Malfoy with her. She felt spoiled, which secretly she loved. She smiled ear to ear. "Oh! Can we go to a restaurant? Have lunch?"

He looked at her in awe. "Are you serious? You just ate an hour ago."

Her smile didn't go away yet. "I don't care. I'm hungry now. Since we're in Italy, I want to go to an Italian restaurant."

He rolled his eyes at her. He was very pleased with how such a little thing for him can be exciting for her. "Fine, prat. Let's go."

"Goody!" she said, as she put her hands together and followed the blonde to a nearby restaurant. She couldn't describe the words of happiness she was in right now. She never thought she would have a chance to ever go to a place like this, and just in seconds she got here. She wondered what else the boy could do that she didn't know yet.

"You're so slow when you walk," Malfoy said as soon as they got to the restaurant.

"Not really. I just wanted to appreciate every step I take here. It's truly amazing."

"Yeah, I heard you the first ten times." He said as he took her hand and led her in the place.

"It's formal to only come in dates," he whispered to her as a lady was coming to them to bring them to a table, "Let me talk."

"Ciao!" a woman said, with a smile on her face. "Names please?"

"Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, madam. Ho Aetalis sangue. Noi la migliore maniere."

Her eyes widen. "Of course, Mr. Malfoy." She said with an Italian accent that Hermione only wished she had. "I must say, you look very beautiful, Mrs. Malfoy."

"Thank you,"

The lady brought them to their seats. It was a little round table, suited for two. It had roses of different colors in the middle. It was a very gorgeous site. Malfoy pulled the seat out for Hermione, which she found quite cute. Ron never did that for her.

Malfoy continued to tell the waitress what they both wanted to eat. She didn't know what Malfoy was getting for her, but she didn't doubt him. She just let him talk until she was gone.

"I'll be here with your dinner in a few," the waitress said as she glided across the floor.

"Dinner?" Hermione asked.

"Well, it's actually seven here. We have a couple hour difference."

"What did you say to that lady before? It looked like you scared the daylights out of her."

He laughed. "I better have. Just telling her how it is. Seriously, stop asking questions and love where you are right now. I have to be home before Scorpius gets home, which is in a couple hours."

She pouted. She didn't want to leave. "I forgot about all of them. Yeah, I should be going before your son gets home. I'm pretty sure my kids miss me. More of Rose."

"She acts a lot like you," he pointed out the obvious, "and looks like you. She's like a clone. But I like her, she's a very interesting girl for her age."

"She doesn't like Ronald," she admitted. "She doesn't want to tell me, but I know. She gives him the dirty looks, the last time she told him she loved him was when she was in second grade. The last time she had more than a five minute conversation with him was years ago. I don't know what's so wrong with him."

He shrugged. "I would give you an answer to that, but I'm pretty sure you don't want to know mine," she nodded in agreement. "When she saw me, she kept talking to me as if I was her best friend."

"It's not normal."

"Of course it is, I'm irresistible."

She rolled her eyes. He was so full of himself at points. "Of course, of course."

It was several minutes of talking, laughing, talking about hexing one another and rolling their eyes. It felt so normal to just talk to anything with the Malfoy. She found this strange, she never felt this comfortable with anyone. Not even Ron. She was always scared if she said something that would upset him. But she didn't care with Malfoy. She found it very pleasing to have someone to talk to, even if it was the stupidest of things.

"Here's your dinner," the waitress came by, with two plates and drinks. Hermione had no idea what she was looking at, but it smelled delicious! Hermione thanked her for the food, as Malfoy said nothing. She again, walked gracefully away from them.

"This is really much more than I can ask for," Hermione said, after she took a few bites from her food. "Honestly, thank you, Draco Malfoy. This is probably one of the best days of my life."

A first time, she actually saw him smile a genuine smile. She got goose bumps just by looking at him in that state of happiness. She wondered how many other people can make him smile like that.

"Is it in your top ten?" he asked.

"My top five."

"Brilliant!" he said, as they both laughed. They both ate their dinners in peace, and Hermione couldn't find it any more perfect. In a dinner, which only consist of them two. Malfoy probably set that up. She felt beautiful and they had a perfect view of the road near them. And Malfoy looking so damn gorgeous! She couldn't believe she was thinking of this, she nearly wanted to faint. She would have never thought of a moment like this with him.

"Are you okay?" he asked, he looked confused, once again.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"

"You look nervous, is there something wrong?"

"No…" she started; she didn't know how exactly she was feeling. "This is all going out amazing. It's just… I'm not sure. It feels like it's missing something."

"What's that?"

"I don't know," she said, honestly. There was something missing in this puzzle, but she didn't know what.

It was a few seconds of awkwardness; Malfoy was concentrating on his food more than her at the moment. She stood up from her chair. It was then when his face landed back onto her, cocking his eyebrow up.

"Mal- Draco," she said, shaking a little bit. "I ask one more thing from you."

"Hmm?" he asked, as he put his fork down. "That is?"

"Can you please stand up and kiss me?"

The look of surprise went across his face. She smiled at herself; she knew how to make him shock over what she says. Her whole body was trembling. What was she doing? She had a husband for Merlin's sake!

"Well," he said as he stood up, "If you…" and just then, he pushed one of the other tables away from them as he pushed her against the wall and pressed his lips hard hers. She opened her mouth for his entrance, as their tongues moved against each other. He moaned lowly against her lips, which made her go crazy. Her hands found their way to his muscular chest, as she tried to rip the shirt he had on. She just needed to feel him…

He moved onto her neck, nibbling and sucking on it. "Oh Gods…" she moaned. She never had this much passion in years. He suddenly left her neck and looked back at her.

"Ugh!" he said in frustration. "We have to go."

Suddenly, reality hit back to her as well. "Right… Let's go."

"Hold onto me," he mumbled. He was very angry with himself. They didn't have to leave for another hour or so. She wondered why she felt the need for his lips against hers. It scared her a little bit.

Without her response, she suddenly felt the pain in her gut again. She remembered to breathe this time. It still wasn't a pleasure to do, but at least she didn't feel as if she was dying again. When she opened her eyes again, she was sitting down on his couch, trying to get the pounding headache out of her system. It was back to being one in the afternoon. There was too much silence in the room, but none of them knew what to really talk about.

"Thanks again, I think it's completed now." She said. She looked down, she was back into her normal outfit, and her hair seemed like a mess compared to before.

"You better be going," Malfoy said, as he was cleaning up the house. She sighed, she wanted to help him, but she really did have to go.

"Yeah," she frowned. "It was really fun, I'll be back soon, yeah?"

"Sounds good."

She walked out the door into her car. She felt the need to touch him again. It felt like physical pain, as if she kept getting punched everywhere in her body. She tried to hide the feeling away, but it wouldn't go. She hoped that maybe when she saw Ron, it would go away. She doubted it, though. She sighed as she got in the driveway, she missed Ron.

She hopped out of the car into the house. She suddenly got the embrace of Ron's arms around her, for a hug.

"Hermione!" he said, he pulled away from her. "You smell like cologne."

Not good! She thought. "Hmm? I just came back from some restaurant," she said, trying to change the subject somehow. "I missed you,"

"Missed you more," he said, "The kids are coming in."

Thank Merlin, he forgot. Rose and Hugo came into the living room, "Mom!" they both said in excitement. Hugo went in for a hug, as Rose said her hello and ran in her room. She guessed that Rose was still mad at her, she understood. She had to talk to her immediately, though.

She walked upstairs into Rose's room, "Knock knock?" she said as she walked in and saw Rose laying in her bed, reading a book.

"Hello," she said, still fixated on her book. "I am going to Scorpius' house tomorrow."

"Great, because I had to talk to you about something. Want to… do a mission?" she knew Rose always loved to be sneaky, and this one was just asking for her.

She smiled, evilly. "Of course."

"When Scorpius' father isn't around, I want you to sneak into his room. Go to his dresser, the one that the television sits on, it's the second draw. Get the red book and put it in your bag. Don't read it."

She nodded. "Anything you say, mom."

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