Hermione shot up off the couch. What did this bloody wizard do?
"Did you kill him?" she asked desperately, this vacation had barely started and already it was being ruined.
"Kill him, why would I kill him," the blond replied smugly. "He was annoying and I couldn't think, he kept demanding I pay him with muggle money, as if I carry paper money, the idiot," He scoffed.
"So…" Hermione started, but was interrupted.
"He's under a sleeping charm, no harm done," Malfoy stepped forward, "but I can't say the same for you Granger. He took her by the arm and led her to the couch. "You shouldn't be walking around after what just happened."
What happened, all I remember is…well, all I remember is getting to Texas.
"What exactly happened," she asked in a soft voice.
Draco went back to the dining area and continued his meal.
"You answered the door, saw me and collapsed out of what I can only see as pure joy." He smirked at the brunette.
Pure joy, yeah right.
"And what exactly is so joyus about your disrupting my vacation?" she asked sarcastically.
"Your vacation? No. My vacation. I spent good money to be alone."
"Wait, you paid money? I'm renting this spot for the summer. Mundungus didn't mention you." Malfoy was a little bit more than miffed.
"You forget who we're dealing with Malfoy," she sighed. "I cannot believe that I was in such a hurry to get away from the wizarding world that I would forget that the man is a scumbag."
He could not believe that he fell for a scheme. What a dolt he was, conned by a well-known con man. When that bloody Mundungus Fletcher had approached him he should've known that there was something going on. He couldn't return to England, not now. Not until the trials.
"so, what are we going to do with the muggle?"