Firstly, I apologize if the next updates are rather slow. School just started, and I'm getting used to things.
Secondly, I thought of what will happen next! More action, I promise! Also, the house spoken of is Wayne Newton's manor house, called Casa de Shenandoah. Search it up on Yahoo if you wish!
Thirdly, Narcissa is rather OOC. Sorry.
Enjoy!
Chapter Five.
"What?" Hermione and Draco roared. "Hell, no!"
"Well, I'm sure it wasn't a coincidence you two met at the playground!" Narcissa beamed. "We only took Draco to a Muggle playground once!"
"Yes, and Hermione darling, you only went there once too," Sarah said.
The doorbell sounded.
"Hold on, I'll go get it," Han said, leaping up and jogging down the stairs, through the hall, into the entrance hall, and to the front doors.
"Come on dear," Narcissa told Draco.
"No!" he shouted, blushing furiously.
"Uh-uh!" Hermione agreed.
"You sound like a five-year-old!" Draco grinned at her.
"Hey!" she swatted the back of his head, earning a satisfactory "OUCH, you woman!"
"Language, Draco," Narcissa reprimanded.
"'Woman' is hardly language," he sulked.
"Now who sounds like a five-year-old?" Hermione smirked.
"A-hah!" Draco leapt up and pointed his index finger at her. "That's the Malfoy smirk! Oh, wait…" he said to himself, pondering over what he'd said.
Narcissa and Sarah had identical, I-told-you-so grins on their faces.
"See?" Narcissa smiled triumphantly, "She belongs already!"
Sarah began tearing up. "Oh, my little girl is so grown up already…" She and Narcissa hugged each other, dabbing at their eyes.
"Mom!" Hermione said, embarrassed. "We are not getting married!"
"Yeah, Mother," Draco added, "We. Are. Not. Getting. Married!"
"You agree on the same things already!" Narcissa cried.
Hermione face-palmed. "This is something we have to agree on."
"Yeah," Draco added.
"No, no, you two agree on everything!" Sarah cried happily.
"Don't worry, we'll figure something out! I know, Hermione, you two are going to the beach for a week this summer," Sarah began, already fussing about plans.
"Oh, that's perfect! Great idea, Sarah," Narcissa beamed. "The Malfoys have a beach house in Hawaii! We can arrange for them to go!"
"That's fantastic! Say, I really should go on a vacation to Hawaii one day too," Sarah said thoughtfully.
"I'll get a Portkey. You two are leaving on Monday!" Narcissa announced.
"What? Wait! I don't get this. What?" Hermione muttered.
"Argh, this is going way too fast for me to handle! I can't process this!" Draco groaned.
"Wait!" Narcissa quickly said. "I've a fantastic idea! I'll pack the clothes!"
"Uh oh," Hermione and Draco said simultaneously.
"Knowing my mum, she'll probably pack quite revealing things for you and obnoxious things for me," Draco whispered to Hermione.
"I'm going to be sick," Hermione announced, and rushed out of the room.
"I'm coming!" Draco cried, and ran after her, holding a hand to his mouth.
Five minutes later the two teenagers entered the room to see their mothers bent over the table, writing things down and chatting.
"Hi, dears, come have a seat," Sarah said merrily. "Wait, where's Han?"
"He left to get the doorbell," Hermione remembered.
"It shouldn't take that long. Where…"
On cue, Han came in, beaming brightly. "Dear," he began excitedly, "I think we have finally got what we signed up for…"
"Wait… Is it…?" Sarah said, slowly.
"Yes! WE GOT WAYNE NEWTON'S MANOR HOUSE! CASA DE SHENANDOAH!" Han yelled.
"What?" Narcissa asked, bewildered.
"Oh, darling, it's the most natural manor in the world! It's huge, too!" Sarah launched into an explanation of what it was like. "There is an entrance fountain with multicolored lights as well! You have to come see!"
"It sounds fantastic!" Narcissa congratulated the couple. "I certainly will!"
"I also got the best idea," Sarah said. "While these two," she gestured at Draco and Hermione, "are at Hawaii…"
"They'll be in Hawaii?" Han interrupted jealously.
"Yes, dear!" Sarah waved him aside. "Well, when they come back, we'll be moved in and they could get one of the small houses in the manor grounds to themselves!"
"Wait, Mother, Mrs. Granger," Draco held up a hand, "Why are you talking like Hermione and I are already…together?"
"Because you are, dear!" Narcissa and Sarah cried.
"I'm not getting this," Han muttered under his breath.
"We aren't either," Hermione and Draco answered.
"Aw, aren't they cute, they say everything in sync!" Sarah cooed.
"Mom, you're making me sick!" Hermione groaned.
"You do say stuff in sync," Narcissa pointed out.
"That's only because we both highly object to the event you're planning, which is bound to turn out disastrous, dangerous, and torturous," Draco groaned.
"No, it won't," Narcissa assured him. "Now, come back in three hours! I've rescheduled the Hawaii trip to today!"
"WHAT?" Hermione and Draco wailed. "We don't have time to think up plans for killing each other! Oops…"
"Hermione Jean Granger!" Sarah looked at her disapprovingly. "I think you can show Draco the TV, your phone, and speakers, at least!"
"Mom, fine. I'm bringing the iPad and my phone to Hawaii, okay?"
"Okay," Sarah dismissed her with a wave, "Just no more than two hours a day on each, okay?"
"Yeah, okay. Come on, Draco," Hermione beckoned and started upstairs.
"This day keeps getting weirder and weirder," Draco muttered to himself, darkly, "and not in a good way."
Upstairs Hermione showed Draco her black speakers. They were three feet tall and in each corner of her room. "Here," she said, bustling over to her drawers, "There are small ones as well." Hermione set two small and square shiny red speakers on her beside table.
"How do they work?" Draco asked, genuinely curious.
"Look," Hermione said as she busied herself getting an iPad. "There's an app"
"What's an app?"
"Oh, something you can download on an iPad or electronic"
"What?"
"Something that runs on electricity"
"What?"
"Something that is used to help Muggles everyday"
"Which means?"
"Phones, lights, electronics, some cars, shopping malls…"
"Oh! Cars are those things that we came here in, right?"
"Right! Awesome!"
Draco beamed.
That was weird.
"Anyway," Hermione said, flustered, "See, I come into iTunes—" she said as she tapped the icon.
"Cool! No buttons?"
"Nope. Touch sensitive. Anyway, see, there's loads of Muggle music that I downloaded. I'm working on making a spell to let electronics function in Hogwarts, though I'd keep it to myself, as you can get addicted very easily to these. I know some people who have absolutely no self restraint!"
"Weasel."
"Ron. Yeah."
"You insulted him!"
"What? It's true!"
"Blackmail!" At this point Draco ran out of the room, laughing as a furious Hermione chased after him.
Draco sprinted down the hall, but to his confusion, he couldn't see Hermione.
"Ah well, blasted slowpoke probably got left behind—AAHH!"
Hermione leapt out of a corridor and tackled him. "Ha!"
"NOOO!" Draco wailed dramatically.
"Wow. Mr. I'm-So-High-And-Mighty Slytherin Prince has feelings."
"Hey!"
"You're not human. Not in school, anyways."
"You know how my father's going to kill me if I show feelings? Blasted Parkinson and her gossip and tattletale addiction."
"She seems to like you."
"Someone's jealous!"
"Hell, you wish! Jealous of Parkinson? I think it's safe to say even I'm prettier than that pug!"
"True."
"What?"
"I'm not repeating that."
"You will, unless you want to get your reproducing part hexed right off once we get back to Hogwarts."
"Why when we get back to Hogwarts?"
"Because magic cannot be—wait! Thanks, Malfoy! I just remembered! I can do magic for protection this summer!"
"No!" he yelped. "Aw, no more 'Draco?"
"Someone's disappointed!" she teased.
"You're so mean." He stuck out a tongue.
"Who knew Mr. Cold Guy could be so babyish?" Hermione laughed. "I want to go swimming," she said unexpectedly.
"Go on," Draco dismissed her.
"We have a water slide to die for…" she persisted.
"So?" He already wanted to go.
"And a fantastic ride on inflated rubber hoops…"
"No." But you could see the longing in his eyes.
"A wave pool…"
"Fine! You win!" Draco jumped up and raced to his room.
Hermione chuckled then headed to change.
Five minutes later Hermione went out to the swimming pools to see Draco lounging in the wave pool.
"Fantastic, isn't it?" she said excitedly as she untied the neck of her beach dress.
"Yeah. Fabulous," Draco admitted. "Malfoy Manor has no swimming pools."
"Not even one?"
"Nope."
"That's sad!" Hermione began taking off the dress. "I love swimming!"
"Yeah, Father thinks it's uncivilized…" Then Draco's mouth dropped open in surprise.
Hermione was wearing a red bikini, and when she entered the water her hair became smooth and shiny, as the bushiness was decreased by water. Her curls became less untidy and neater in beautiful ringlets that lacked their usual frizz.
"You should wet your hair when you go to a ball," Draco blurted. Then he reddened, and dipped his head underwater.
When he came back up Hermione smiled at him. "Why?"
"Because…" he began. "Because it looks prettier that way?"
"Thank you, Draco," Hermione smiled warmly at him.
He smiled back, and a warm, tingling sensation spread through both of them.
Fifteen minutes later Hermione shrieked.
"We're leaving in twenty minutes!"
Draco splashed into the water after coming down from the tube ride.
"What?" he asked, slicking his hair back as it dripped into his eyes.
"To Hawaii!" Hermione wailed.
"AAH! Mother's going to have a fit!" he yelled, scrambling out of the pool.
"Rush shower!" they said together, and took off for their rooms.
Draco groaned when he saw the outfit Mother had laid out for him.
"Mother!" he screamed down the stairs. "I am not wearing a tuxedo to vacation!"
"Oops!" she giggled. "Wrong outfit! That was for any formal occasions during the vacation-in-vacation!"
"Vacation-in-vacation?" he mumbled.
Fifteen minutes later Hermione and Draco were pushed out the front doors into the sunlight, where a lantern-Portkey was waiting for them.
"Well, at least these outfits actually fit us," Hermione muttered.
She was wearing a deep red plaited, knee-length skirt, a white blouse that had no buttons and was instead knotted at the bottom, a yellow tank top, and white, shining flats.
"Yeah," Draco agreed. "No formal robes, at last!"
He was in Muggle jeans, a light brown leather jacket, black shirt, and black sneakers.
"You know, whenever I envisioned you wearing Muggle clothes, they were always that," Hermione admitted, gripping the lantern.
"Was that a compliment?" Draco asked, touching the Portkey.
"In a way."
"I can't envision you in particular dress robes," he complained. "You're too unpredictable!"
"Was that a compliment?"
"In a way."
"There's too much déjà vu feelings today," she complained.
"There it was again!" he observed.
"Damn it!"
Then the Portkey sucked them away.