Hello there my faithful readers…I love all of you who have been following this story, and reviewing, though I love all the rest of you that are reading this too. :D I love this chapter, it's full of inspiration from my actual life. Sorry its been awhile since I updated, not having internet at my house and working all the time make it hard for me. Please be patient, and for those who are patient, you get 2 chapters.

Disclaimer: Really…seriously, I'm not even going there again….o_o

Draco woke in a good mood the next day, whistling as he got dressed and made his way to Hermione's room. He waited a couple moments after he knocked, before he tried the door, it opened easily under his hand. Frowning, he pushed the door open and walked in. He stepped up his gait, hurrying into Hermione's bedroom, only to find the brunette sleeping peacefully, unaware of his presence. He stood beside her bed, watching her breath in and out. She looked so beautiful and relaxed, he thought. He brushed away the hair that was tangled around her face, his knuckle lingering on her cheek. Shaking off the maudlin thoughts that had momentarily taken over his brain, he grabbed her shoulder and shook her awake.

"What, huh…" Hermione said sleepily.

"Wake up already, it's almost 9 o'clock. Who knew you were such a slug-a-bed," Draco harped, sitting down in the chair that was in the corner of the room.

"What business is it of yours when I get up, and what the hell are you doing in my room?"

"Because my dear Hermione," Draco responded sarcastically, "you left the door unlocked, and I just strolled in. Do you have any idea how stupid that was, I could've been a thief or worse."

Hermione sat there, letting him vent. She had detected the slight worry, that he was trying to hide under his harsh words, smiling she responded, "Well it's a good thing it was just you then, wasn't it?"

Scowling at her words, he said, "Yes, lucky for you…anyway, what's the plan for today?"

Hermione put a finger to her chin as she thought, before she replied, "Well I'm fresh outta ideas at the moment, and I'm betting you are too. And since I haven't had a chance to enjoy my actual vacation, I thought we might goof off and see the sights."

"You wanna see the sights with me…Draco Malfoy, the horrible mess you got yourself into, ex-Death Eater extraordinaire, who also happens to be married to you?"

"Yes, you, who else would I go with, I don't know anyone else…well except Megan. But I don't know how to get ahold of her, oh my gosh, Megan! I forgot about her, I bet she's wondering where I disappeared to, I've gotta talk to her," Hermione cried, throwing back the covers and rushing to the dresser. She had started to undress when she remembered Draco, who was sitting there quite interested, "Excuse me, do you mind?"

"Not at all, please continue…" Draco replied, smirking.

Hermione marched over and grabbed his wrist, yanking him to his feet, before she shoved him through the doorway and slammed the doors shut.

Shouting through the doorway, Draco pointed out, "You know I've already seen you naked, so I don't know why you're playing shy now!"

All he received in response was a "Belt it!"

Chuckling, he waited for her to come out. He wasn't disappointed, when she stepped out in a cream colored sweater with a wide black belt and black skintight pants with black high heeled boots. Mentally Draco whistled, but know she wouldn't appreciate his comments, he simply asked, "Are you ready?"

"Yes…"

The pair made their way to the lobby, and out to the street, and caught a cab to take them to the area of Megan's store. As they walked, Draco asked, "So where is this store exactly?"

"Right there," Hermione pointed out, "It's hidden so that Muggles can't see it. It's really quite ingenious."

"Yea yea, well let's just go talk to your friend, so we can hurry up and get to the fun."

Hermione glared at the blonde, before opening the door and walking inside. It was quiet, "Um, hello? Megan?"

There was loud crash from the back of the store, and then a disheveled and dusty Megan appeared. Running towards the brunette, she cried, "Oh my, Hermione! I was worried about you. I tried to find you after you disappeared, and when I went to your room they told me that you were out."

"It's a long story," Hermione said.

"Well I have time, we can put that eye candy next to you to work, and I can take a break," Megan replied, eyeing Draco.

Hermione felt a strange feeling in her stomach, at her friends' words. It almost felt like jealousy, but that couldn't be right, she'd have to…like Draco to be jealous. And she didn't like him, right…? Mentally frowning, she pushed the thoughts aside, and agreed, "That's an excellent idea…"

"Excuse me?" the blonde uttered, "Don't I get a say in this?"

"Nope," the two females said, as they made their way into the back room.

Sighing in disgust, he settled himself behind the counter, women…they were such a bother at times.

When Hermione and Megan were seated on stools in the back, Megan pounce, figuratively, "So what happened?"

"Well…" Hermione said, blushing, as she told the story, starting from the beginning, "And now we've been wandering all over Las Vegas trying to get a divorce."

Megan sat there in stunned silence, before starting to laugh so hard she fell off her stool.

"Do you mind?"

"Sorry," Megan said, wiping her eyes, "But you have to admit it's kinda funny that you ended up marrying and shagging your worst enemy."

"I don't see how that's funny," Hermione said primly, "And he's not as bad as that, I mean, we were not enemies, we just don't like each other."

"Really…it doesn't sound like you dislike him to me…" Megan said impishly, "In fact it almost seems as if you like him…"

"What, t-that's preposterous, I don't like Draco, erm, I mean, Malfoy," Hermione stuttered, a bright blush covering her face.

"Me thinketh you protesteth too much," Megan replied in a singsong voice.

Hermione threw up her hands in defeat, "Fine I do like him…a bit, he's different than the boy I knew. He's still an arrogant arse at times, but there is something endearing about him. I don't know, all I know is if I don't find a way to get the divorce I might end up doing something stupid like fall in love with the git."

"Would that be that bad?" Megan asked.

"Yes, because though he has changed, he still wouldn't welcome any feelings like that, especially from me," Hermione responded.

"Well I think you're selling him short, he could surprise you…"

Hermione scoffed, "Yea and pigs will develop wings and start waving wands…trust me, its better that we get divorced and he stays in the dark about any feelings I might or might not have for him."

"Ok, well we better get back out there, I have a feeling lover boy might be out of element," Megan said, and oh how right she was.

Hermione and Megan just stood in the doorway watching the comical scene unfold, biting their lips to keep from laughing.

"Ma'am I don't think that's quite the outfit for you," Draco stated, trying to be diplomatic and not hurt the elderly woman's feelings.

"Nonsense sonny, it's perfect," the old woman said, before turning to Draco, "Now come give granny and big kiss."

"S-stay away from me," Draco stuttered, backing away.

"Aw, sonny, I just want one small kiss, I promise you'll like it," the senior said, hobbling after Draco.

"Nooo!" Draco shouted, running into a dressing room and locking the door.

Banging on the door with her cane, the woman said, "Come out, sonny…"

Megan, take pity on the young man trapped in the dressing room, and approached the old woman, "Ma'am, I think I found some earrings that would look amazing with that dress right over here," leading the woman away, she hissed at Hermione to get him out of here.

"Thanks," Hermione called, dragging a horrified Draco out of the store.

"That…was…horrible…" Draco said shuddering.

"You poor thing," Hermione told him sympathetically, patting his arm, "Let's go get something to eat and maybe that'll help you feel better. There's a restaurant up the street."

How'd everyone like it? I loved the image of Draco getting mauled by an old lady hilarious. The old lady coincidentally is based off of an old lady at my work who acts just like that. It's quite creepy…-shudders- Well please review everyone, and I'll give you invisible cookies that taste like strawberries…XD