I'm sorry it's been four days…I've just started another story, check it out please! It really will get more exciting!
Disclaimer: I've been lacking on these. But really? Are they needed? (Hears police sirens) Fine! Fine! I do NOT—repeat NOT—own Harry Potter.
Chapter Six. Settling in.
"Whoa," Hermione breathed, looking at the sparkling white sand and clear, blue-green sea. "The palm trees and white beach house complete the image!"
"I know," Draco agreed. "We have two rooms," he explained, leading the way into the elegant yet simple three-floored house.
"Dibs on taking the master bedroom!" Hermione immediately said.
"Hey!" Draco scowled. Then he brightened. "My room has a beautiful view from the balcony," he smirked.
"Big deal!" Hermione called back, already racing up the curving, white marble stairs. "Ooh, look!" her excited voice floated back to him. "My bathroom's got a Jacuzzi—oh, that's normal. Hold on! It's magical!"
Duh, Draco thought to himself, rolling his eyes.
"Draco," she said, coming back, eyes sparkling, "The balcony's beautiful, as well!"
Draco followed her into what used to be his parents' bedroom.
The balcony had purple Morning Glory curving up the two white pillars at each side, and on the wooden barred roof. The railings were white wood, carved delicately, and curved around the entire balcony. A set of reclining, wooden sunbathing chairs were perched in the middle of the balcony, separated by a matching round table.
The sun was setting, and Draco slowly watched rays of orange spread across the sky, looking like jagged rips of paper.
"Okay," he said resignedly, "You can see my balcony."
"Really?" Hermione asked happily, and then ran out.
"Oh, Granger and her over-excitement for everything boring," Draco muttered without malice, and followed her out.
Draco's balcony had no furniture, but had similar decorations. The flowers twisting up the sides and around the bars that formed the roof were yellow and red roses.
The sunset was breathtaking, and Hermione voiced her thoughts.
"Oh, Draco, look at the sunset! I just love the purple…pink…orange…yellow…"
Draco felt the same way but decided to be less feminine. "Yes, it's beautiful," he agreed. "Want to have dinner here?" he suggested, surprising himself.
"That would be fantastic!" Hermione bounded over and threw her arms around his neck.
"Er…Gra—Hermione…" he said uncertainly.
"Oh, sorry," she said, pulling back, cheeks flushed, "It's just so romantic—err, beautiful!"
But Draco shocked himself yet again by pulling Hermione back into a hug. Hermione stiffened, then gently loosened her arms from around her sides (where they were pinned) and rejoined them around his neck.
They stayed like that for a minute or two before Draco snapped out of it and gently pulled away. To cut the tension, he waved his wand, and a white-table clothed square table appeared, as well as white cushioned wooden chairs, immaculate porcelain plates, silver cutlery, and two wine glasses on the balcony.
Being the gentleman he was brought up to be, Draco first pulled out Hermione's chair before seating himself.
"Well? Will you sit?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Hermione blushed, and then sat down.
A menu appeared on their plates.
"Choose and say what you want," Draco explained.
"Like at Hogwarts, once," Hermione remembered.
"Yes, yes," Draco dismissed it. "Spaghetti Bolognese," he said clearly.
"Baked Italian mushroom-cheese rice," Hermione said.
"Mushroom?" Draco asked, wrinkling his nose.
"I love baked rice," Hermione shrugged.
"I do too." He looked greatly pleased.
The night passed without any outstanding event and the two went to sleep contentedly, not before Hermione saying, "Tomorrow, we're swimming in the sea."
"Will do," Draco shrugged, and then they headed into their rooms to sleep.
I feel I'm getting too soft in writing this story. What do you think? I must say, they are at a monotonous point, but the story will climax later. Perhaps in two to four chapters? Bear with me, please! Also, tell me what you think. I will write according to your reviews…which also means, no reviews, no chapter.