Unfortunately for her, Hermione was never one to act on impulse. It took her two minutes of pondering and three minutes of weighing the pros and cons before she got up from her desk and took her plane ticket. She grabbed her coat and locked up the office, laughing to herself as she walked away at her irresponsibility in doing all of this. She had clients that were scheduled. There were plans to be made.

But she had never seen Hawaii. And Draco was going to be there. And he was not a completely insufferable git.

Breaking a few laws, she raced home and grabbed her travel kit and shoved half of her clean laundry into a Coach suitcase the size of a small broom closet. Crookshanks purred at her, brushing up against her leg, but she threw him into his carrying case before grabbing her other belongings and flying down the stairs of her apartment building. She bid the red-brick walls and drafty windows adieu as she put everything in the trunk, including, in her haste, Crookshanks.

It took her five blocks to realize where the constant meowing was coming from, but at that point, she was already halfway to Ron's apartment.

Never one to waste money even though he had it after the war, Ron lived on the outskirts of town in a building with broken, boarded-up windows and wooden siding that historically caught fire.

Even as an Auror, he had slowed down, and it took him almost a minute to answer his beaten-up door even with Crookshanks' whining just outside of it.

"Ronald! Thank goodness you're here!" Hermione would have hugged him if she didn't have a screeching cat in one hand. "I need a huge favor!" She plopped the monstrosity down on Ron's three-legged (previously four-legged) table. "I am taking a spur of the moment vacation, and cats are not allowed. Here is his food and a blanket. You don't need to walk him or anything, I mean, I usually do, but two weeks will not kill him, I guess," she trailed off as Ron put the food into a sparsely-stocked refrigerator that seemed to be growing mold on the handle.

"You're going to leave your baby with me?" He slammed the fridge and something gray and lumpy fell off the top. "Are you okay?"

"Do you not want him?" Hermione cleared away a month's worth of Daily Prophets to
make room for Crookshank's red and gold blanket on the floor. "I am showing that I trust you, Ronald."

"Yeah, well maybe you trust me a little too much."

Just then a bombshell walked into the main room from Ron's bedroom with one of his old bathrobes hanging off of her in a Playboy way. "Oh, hey," she whispered in a sultry voice to Hermione. "Ron, you didn't tell me that we had guestssss." She was a like a snake-the way she talked and the way she moved around the room fluidly before latching onto Ron's arm.

"I was just going, Hermione muttered before kissing Crookshanks and running out the door, not even looking at where she was going before hurtling down the stairs and into her car, almost bowling over an old lady carrying a year's worth of cottage cheese in a ripping paper bag.

She looked up at Ron's window as she started a car. If this were one of her muggle movies, he would lean out of it right now and apologize for his slovenly behavior and promise to take a shower and send that bimbo outside before moving out of this dump.

It used to be that she was always mad at Draco. Times had changed.

Hermione remembered the first time she had gone on a trip with the rest of the Golden Trio. Ron had kept his eyes towards the ceiling, watching the huge fans above them and glancing sideways to see the planes coming and going, never accepting the fact that planes were not powered by hidden brooms.

Now alone, Hermione clutched her wool jacket to her chest as she waited in the queue with muggles who were reviewing their travel plans. She might have made the initial plans for these people. She might be the reason that they are here in this steel box of girders and windows that was only pleasing to modern-architecture enthusiasts. A women in a blue uniform stood behind a line of gray podium-like barriers with computer screens attached. Ron had thought that these were patronuses. That outburst had led to a great deal of explaining on Hermione's part as the muggles around her starting to reach for their phones or flag down security guards.

Once she was at the front of the line, Hermione typed in her information with ease, surprised that Mr. Zabini had already transferred the tickets to her name. The uniformed women gave her a forced smirk, but Hermione smiled back. "I'm going to Hawaii."

The women's smirk dropped into a sneer. "Enjoy your vacation, miss."

Hermione nodded and clip-clopped to the security line in her heels. She could see Draco at the front of the line, arguing with the security agent about having to empty his pockets, but Hermione treated him as if he was an acquaintance from school and passed through the line as people skirted around him to maintain circulation. After ten minutes, she had made it to the security agent who was checking the boarding passes.

"Where you off to today, Miss. Grainger?"

"Hawaii." She craned her neck to see over the man's balding head and watch Draco's temper tantrum play out. The guard kept trying to grab at his pockets and managed to jostle the contents enough so that the tip of Draco's wand poked out.

"All alone, Miss. Grainger?"

"No."

Hermione had taken the summer to perfect her occlumency skills, and as the man checked her ID and sent her on her way, she put them to the test. "Let me take your wand as I walk past before you cast Imperio on everyone around us," she said telepathically. Draco's neck twitched for a second, but he settled down as Hermione put her bag and shoes on the conveyor before muttering, "Accio wand" and letting it slide up into her sleeve before she walked under the metal detector.

"All right, all right, I'll empty my pockets," Draco shouted, throwing his hands up into the air. He pulled out a sickle and two galleons that he placed in the guards hand with a smirk.

"Sir, I'm going to need to give you a pat down," the guard apologized as he pressed a button on his radio. "The situation is under control, I will handle it," he said into the walkie-talkie."

Hermione giggled to herself as she slid her shoes back on and sat down on a plastic bench to inconspicuously sort through her purse to wait for Draco who she planned to inconspicuously walk to the gate.

He was led into a windowed cubicle while the security guard put on latex gloves. "I hope you're not allergic to latex."

Draco narrowed his eyes in concentration to send a message to Hermione that made her perk up in surprise: "Something tells me that he would not change gloves if I was allergic."

She smiled and resisted the urge to turn around and witness his humiliation before he marched out without so much as a goodbye to the security guard who had barely escaped without being imperio'ed.

As she fell into step behind Draco, Hermione dialed her parents. The phone went to voice mail, and she sighed with Draco slowing down as if to listen to her conversation. "Hey Mum. Hey Dad. It's me, Hermione. I was just calling to tell you that my coworker Draco and I are taking a last-minute trip to Hawaii. We probably will not have cellphone service all the time, so if I do not pick up, don't worry. I love you. Don't let any of those kids bite your fingers off. Talk to you soon." She pressed the 'end' button and pocketed her phone as Draco played a game of copy cat with her.

"Hey Mum and Dad. How are you-oh!" He let the phone fall away from his ear as he turned towards Hermione. "It went to voicemail," he muttered before leaving a message. "I was just calling to say that I am going to be out of the country for two weeks. Bye." He hung up as they found faux-leather seats at the gate next to an elderly couple who were sleeping on each other's shoulders.

"I have this theory that they have been screening my calls ever since I got this phone-even before I was disowned," Draco moaned as he opened his e-mail on his phone.

Hermione patted his arm, "I don't screen your calls, just so you know."

"Thanks, 'Mione."