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Chapter I – The nonsense Beginning

Hermione’s eyes began to glisten, seeing the huge Cruise right in front of her ready to be setting off took her attention right away in this beautiful sunset. She couldn’t imagine of how many passengers could there be riding after seeing the huge edges and gigantic shape of the ship.

It must be much happier when Ginny and Luna are with us on this trip! she said in her thoughts, but they decided to have a trip at California instead. Hermione rolled her eyes. She’s a kind of girl who loves ancient places, places who have historical and mystery background and because Harry and Ron agreed to come with her, they probably are interested with ancient places too.

Harry and Ron came running towards her, informing her about their luggage that has been transferred to the other Cruise ship, after all the two ships have the same directions of sailing. Hermione didn’t pay much attention to it after all they only have five days on the ship until they reach the country of Egypt for their whole vacation trip and that she doesn’t want to problem things that will totally ruin her vacation even if her luggage is one very important thing that might put her into trouble without having. She sighed and the smile again appeared on her amused face.

The three went inside the ship, exploring every corner that gave them [especially Hermione] a full satisfactory. Those chandeliers that were hanging around certain places are very different than they usually sees back in Hogwarts, where thousands of candles are flying from above their heads at the Great Hall and in just one finger snap they can be all turned off. Now how about this gigantic chandelier in the main staircase, how could it possibly be turned off by just one snap after its width and length that is much longer and wider than all five persons combined together. Hermione’s mind begun to scramble, she haven’t seen such huge light before that would take several of years in making.

Then they finally realized that this place is no magical place but full with natural things to explore. No ghosts flying around, no moving pictures or paintings who greets, and even the staircase on the ship remains steady that they have to take a lot of staircase in order to get from one place to another.

Hermione enjoyed every place her eyes see, as if like she hadn’t seen a very formal place like this before, where all of the furniture is cleanly arranged in every corner like a beautiful mansion. She couldn’t believe of how formal Muggle places are, but she actually have no idea.

One from those attendants named Simion came up with his friendly smile and gave them their room numbers and keys that they’re assigned at by Albus Dumbledore himself. Every wizard had a free of charge vacation trips at any places they’re interested to go after being very attentive in such class activities and by showing hospitability towards the Irish wizards as they came and visited their place last school year at Hogwarts. Albus Dumbledore was fully pleased about their traits that made him do these arrangements regarding their vacation trip…well it probably showed their reward after all.

Hermione finally focused on the guy right in front of her, probably saying something but she never tolerates too much, of all that she understood is only the word Rules and Regulations spoken by that guy, and that, she noticed the way he spoke English in an understandable and non-British accent way.

The guy smiled at Hermione then saw him walk away tolerating the other passengers. Hermione was left speechless, suddenly, she turn her face backwards to check on Ron and Harry who seemed to be just following her everywhere she goes.

Later on, Hermione quickly ran towards her assigned bedroom as the time she saw it, she key it open and suddenly came in, leaving Harry and Ron behind.

“She seems to be very ignorant about Muggle places like this,” Ron whispered to Harry’s ear leaving a very usual smirk on his face, “If you ask me I rather stay in the Gryffindor Common Room and study the Hogwarts Book of Spells over and over again,” he continued.

Harry nod and walked into his room right beside Hermione’s and Ron’s while Ron enters his room on the door left. When Harry lay down in his bed, something suddenly appears in his head leading him to remember, Cho Chang, who seemed to be sailing far away from him anyway. It’s been a year since they didn’t talk too much.

Cho is a beautiful teenager that mostly took Harry’s attention but after staying at the Weasley’s house last vacation. Harry focused more with Ron’s younger sister Ginny, as they both enjoyed exploring places at the farm where they sat on a branch of a huge dark tree sharing experiences, jokes, laughter and sometimes talking about serious topics which he can’t afford to do with Cho. They also are taking their bath on the hot spring together, miles away from home. Harry had a great time with his friend, Ginny, but not with Cho who seemed to be interested with other things.

But thinking of Cho didn’t make him any happier. Peace at last, the silence took place and slowly by slowly he got asleep…when suddenly…A very loud rock music woke him up.

He walked out of his room seeing Hermione shouting at Ron. “If you just mind Mr. Weasley, this place isn’t the right place for your useless pranks,” Hermione shouted. Ron’s face is still covered with his smirk folds and suddenly shouted back, “You know what, Hermione, this place is covered with boring spirits that overrule, and the only way to cut boredom is to do something you felt interesting at right? And what I feel interested on doing so is to listen to rock music,” he said irritatingly.

Hermione sighed and gave him a glare, “Okay you can listen, Ron! But for Merlin’s sake lower down the volume,” she manifested, “don’t you might just understand, someone or most of the passengers are having their rest by this time and what? You’re trying to ruin it,” she continued, and glanced over to Harry who remained silently listening at the door. She gave him a wave and a wry smile and then walked back to her room, shooting Ron a last warning glare.

Harry sighed and went back to his bed. He finally got back to sleep without any interruptions. Thanks to Hermione anyway!

~Eight At Night~

Hermione got up in the right side of the bed and began looking at the ceiling thinking of how exciting this tour will be especially when they got to Egypt. Her head began calculating for the things she’ll be doing for these five days of staying. After minutes of laying a knock suddenly took her attention back from having a daydream.

She immediately run towards the door, probably thinking that Ron’s going to apologize as he always does, he even follows her at every place she goes and never stops until she forgives him. She swung the door open and her thoughts had been cut off once again. Hermione saw the guy once more, giving her a very formal look.

“W…what can I do for you?” she asked while began looking at his beautiful blue eyes, she knew someone who had the same color but doesn’t exactly remember who. Probably a wizard too! She tries to remember but nothing came up in her mind, it is definitely because she seldom saw that person or never focused more on the eyes perhaps because she didn’t felt interested on doing so.

All Hermione sees is the guy’s hypnotizing eyes and never focused on what he was actually saying, still wanting to remember even a little detail about that person she saw with the same color. And that she felt very curious about it, remembering no one but she’s totally sure she knew that person completely.

“You can come,” Simion said. Hermione shook her head and take a deep breath while looking at the reaction of his cute face. Did I just say it right…he’s CUTE?! She whispered in her thoughts that made her a bit distracted for a moment.

“Uhm… Can you repeat what you’re saying Mister?” she smiled beautifully that made him pause for awhile like five seconds glancing over her attractive looks. “Okay!” he nod, “There’s a special dinner served for all our passengers here, free of charge for this night, at the Diner. So you can come, Ma’am, everyone can” he said for the second time.

“Diner!” she manifested, “Oh! That would be great!”

“Yes! It will be at nine. See you there!” he smiled. “Okay!” she replied. Hermione immediately ran towards the wardrobe looking for a perfect dress to be worn, when suddenly she remembered that her luggage is on the other ship together with Ron’s and Harry’s. She never thought about this before. She took a deep breath, sat on the bed and rested her chin on her palm thinking of what way she must do to get her luggage right away, but there’s only one way, now she could do everything impossible in an easier way with the help of her wand.

“No…No Hermione, you knew that using the wand outside the School campus is strictly prohibited! And you knew the effect! It’s either you’ll get into the Department of Ministry for some interview, staining your clean Surname or worst being expelled out of Hogwarts! There must be another way of getting it not only by using my wand,” she said to herself. Thinking how hard it is not to depend on her wand anymore as they wizards all usually does. They’re depending on their WANDS most of the time in every routine of their day lives.

Hermione went to the attendant room looking for the guy for some help. But everyone keeps themselves busy and another problem she doesn’t even knew the guy’s exact name to be able to contact him easily.

Hermione grabbed one stranger attendant’s arm and by the time he faces her she suddenly spoke out, “I had a problem with my luggage, it is in the other ship and I need to get it right away. What exact time would the ships stops and combine?” she asked.

The guy handled down his coffee and replied, “It would be three days from now if you can wait Ma’am, that’s the original arrangement right? Perhaps the administrators asked you at the first place if it’s just fine for your luggage to be transferred into the other ship so we won’t have any problems here, so if you think your luggage is really important at the very beginning why did you agree?” the guy asked her with a respecting tone that they gave especially to their passengers and Hermione was left speechless, “Okay I’ll just go! Sorry for interruptions,” she said with a frustration bothering her while walking back to her room, Ron and Harry agreed, what the heck didn’t they tell me first? She breathed.

Simion, in the Diner, serving the passengers their food, kept himself busy glancing over the crowded areas of the place, searching for the girl he thought to come. When he faced back to the old man on the table whom he’s serving the food at, suddenly shot him a furious glare. Maybe it’s time for me to focus on my work now… he realized himself.

“I’ll repeat my order,” the old man glared once more that made Simion freak inside. Admit it, the old man’s eyes is kind of terrifying on its gray and huge round shape. “Okay sir! I’ll be back to serve the food in five minute!” he said and finally walk away.

Meanwhile leaving the situation at the Diner, maybe Hermione couldn’t come after all, no proper dress to wear, no nothing… Hermione now knew that she would pass out the occasion this night but that’s not a huge deal, after all, this trip would be on the go and this isn’t the whole vacation when it’s just actually a free of charge dinner for all.

Hermione went out of her room and lazily knock the doors between Harry’s and Ron’s, but no one shows a soul after the several loud knocks she’d made, she notices that even they aren’t in their proper clothes they still have the guts to go to the Diner, that’s it! She muttered, “I’m going to the Diner no matter what, after all I kept a promise to a person who I didn’t seem to know anyway…but that isn’t the point. What I mean is I have to enjoy.”

Hermione’s instinct is right about that, even back at Hogwarts she never remembered herself going out of the Gryffindor Common Room during occasions if she’s not properly dressed or scented. This time after all it’s a vacation trip and no magical place at all, all she wanted to do is to enjoy and enjoy. This isn’t the time to be so formal, maybe everyone was actually wearing casual.

Harry and Ron were sitting at a green colored couch near the wine station area, where you can order wine as many as you can. But all they both do is having chatters and laughter while drinking their shooters, sharing their great experiences during last year at Hogwarts.

After a few minutes, three girls suddenly came and join them, cutting the conversation between the two, and leaving them both wondering. Ron took a shock glimpse over this three girls’ short skirts and clothes that are exposing half of their tummy.

Comparing back at Hogwarts where everyone normally ask permissions first before they can sit with you and never exposes too much skin makes everything completely normal, but for this time with no permissions and exposes much skin, makes everything completely insane for the two boys.

These three sassy girls sat beside them and the boys’ glances didn’t just make them go and disappear. The moment stayed silent for a while, when these girls began opening up topics that Harry and Ron can’t relate even a little bit. “Maybe it’s all about their Muggle experiences!” Ron laughed and whispered to Harry who laughed silently as well. The two decided to go when suddenly…

“What can you say, you red hair young boy?” one girl suddenly approached Ron with her eyes sparkled. “No comment!” he cruelly said, seems to be giving her an I-DON’T-CARE statement. The girl suddenly pointed her Middle-Finger at him, and those three began laughing. “What was that suppose to mean?” Harry insisted as his eyebrows curled. “Stop pointing that Bloody thing on me!” Ron frustrated and the girl gave him a different look.

The two girls began facing Harry while the other one is still glaring sharp at Ron. “This one is cute!” another blonde-haired girl spoke out then the three changes glances as they begun looking at Harry maliciously that made him froze inside. No one had ever look at him this way before.

“Ron…Harry…” A girl form a very beautiful British accent shouted. “Huh…finally,” Ron sighed with relief and comfort and so with Harry. “We got to go!” Harry spoke to the girls without giving them the chance to speak. The boys stood up instantaneously avoiding the gasps and catcalls between those girls. And by the time she reached them…

“You guys. I thought you wouldn’t come here without you proper clothes,” she took a glimpse over to the three girls sitting over the couch who seemed to shot her an insulting look, “And I guess you got a company?” Hermione continued while still looking at those three with no idea at all on what’s going on.

“Come on!” Harry spoke out pulling Ron’s and her hands, “Let’s find a place, we can be comfortable at staying!” he continued, not madly but frowning.

Hermione noticed the temper of the two, as she turned her head backwards, she suddenly saw the attendant getting busy at the wine station area working on some wine-bottle flipping action. She got impressed instantly like a blink of an eye, but as Harry pulled them both much farther away the crowded people went slowly by slowly covering him until she may able to see him nowhere on sight.

Harry bought them at the corner table beside a huge glass window where you may able to see the ocean waves and breathtaking nature, even if it’s dark. Hermione’s attention was been taken again by the sight outside the Diner. That Ron noticed quickly and sighed.

One of those unknown attendants once again suddenly went towards their table, asking for their order. His bald- head, mustache, and his formal waiter wear made them remember headless Nick, the ghost at Hogwarts usually flying around the campus, greeting and entertaining the students.

“Hello kids,” he had spoken in a very gentle British accent manner that Harry and Ron figures out as they change glances. “Perhaps the living version of Nicholas!” Harry joked that made Ron laugh in a very silent way.

“Hermione!” Ron called out her attention. “Yes!” she smiled and took a short glimpse at him then turned looking back over the ocean waves. “Okay! Well it sounds like I’ll have to order for you!” he nodded and faced back the attendant waiting for their order.

“Do you have fried lizards or frogs, or steamed will do?” Ron seriously insisted to the attendant who gave him a weird look. Well with some sort of help by the wand again, these foods will be safe and fresh and actually good for dinner.

“N…no, Sir!” the attendants’ eye widened and shook his head. Thinking if the boy’s only playing such a nonsense pranks with him, “We have here Roast and Veggies, Grilled Barbecue and Sauce with macaroni salad, Chefs’ salad, Juicy Burrito, Special Meat Cuisine, Special Captains choice, Steamed fruit Bacon, Mixed salad Veggies, Fruit Casserole, and for dessert Mocha or Chocolate or Strawberry shake with brownies and…” he stopped when Ron suddenly spoke out and as usual his smirk was drawn on his face once again.

“Then just give me one Roast and Veggies and one Special Captains choice for Hermione,” Ron smiled, as he instantly realized, this place is the place for formal foods too that everything follows, formal people, formal places, formal everything. After the attendant took a note about their orders, he suddenly smiled and took a glance over Harry who’s just looking at him, “And what is you order Sir?”

“Ahm…just give me a fruit casserole,” he manifested, as that’s the only food from the choices he remembered. “I’ll be back in five minutes, serving your foods,” the attendant respectively smiled and bowed then began walking when… “Hey, make three Shooters too!” Ron shouted.

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Hermione got up at exactly nine in the morning, took fast shower but wore the same tattered outfit. She just preferred spraying on some perfume on it and arranged it properly before she exposes herself outside the crowd of Muggle people.

At exactly nine thirty, she walked out of her room and was about to take her breakfast at the cafeteria at the first floor, which means, she either take the elevator or the stairs on going down three floors below.

How tiring and bad it is that she doesn’t even exactly know how to control an elevator that she is forced to take the staircase instead. While in Hogwarts, the stairs can be used as the elevator and just an ordinary staircase itself for a double purpose, why can’t technology do such things too for an easier life living of Muggle people.

Once there at the first floor, Hermione opened the Cafeteria’s glass door lazily, still feeling asleep. But the cold-freezing temperature of the huge Cafeteria that suddenly blows over her face as she got entered suddenly kept her awake and even made her shiver.

Hermione walked at the corner table beside the huge glass window for the breathtaking view of the ocean shore, bright blue sky, flying seagulls, and lovely Islands. Slowly she sat down, still glimpsing over the amazing place and then realized that only the two of them are dinning in the cafeteria this morning the reason that made the place shivering cold. Only she herself and the other one at the other table, Wait… the two of them…

Hermione glanced once again towards the other one on the other table. The familiar hairstyle that suddenly took her attention right away made her not only shiver but also made her shudder, No this just can’t be!!! Hermione whispered back in her thoughts. Definitely too familiar!

She’s glancing over to the same Silvery-Blonde Hair, the same dark suit, and the same actions and movements she sees back in Hogwarts. Hermione froze and cannot be able to move or speak or do something just in able to get the boy’s attention, when actually she really doesn’t want to find out but she have to. She knew that this person will totally wreck her vacation trip. But she has to be sure if it’s that person she thought it was.

The boy suddenly cleared his throat and because the place is very quiet, it seemed to be so loud that made Hermione jump out of the chair, as she straightly fall out on her butt towards the floor. The noise took the guys attention and faced backwards trying to see what happened, “What’s the matter?” he spoke out but wasn’t able to see the girl under the table on where she fall off.

“The voice!” Hermione muttered. Yes and because of all the matching identities, it is an enough proof for her to know that this boy is none other than Draco Malfoy. The Pure-Blood Slytherin Prince, the one who will never stop until he didn’t get to ruin her day.

Hermione sighed, she had to warn Draco about ruining her vacation or else he’ll be doing it big time. She sighed full with frustration in her heart as it beats faster like it was coming out of her chest. Hermione bravely stood up and because Draco isn’t facing backwards anymore he can’t able to see her in the first place.

She went right beside his table, now showing her complete self, breathing deeply and continuously with an enormous sound but he seems not to entertain at the first place, he continued drinking his coffee until, “Hey you Malfoy!”

Draco got shocked from the strong voice that echoed around the place, his eyes began to widen. “Granger!” he provoked, “What are you doing in this ship?” he continued while gulping down his coffee.

“What are you doing here otherwise, Malfoy?!” she angrily spoke out with her eyebrows raised up. Draco stood up from where he’s sited and began facing her, “Yuck! Don’t even speak to me you stupid-nasty, Mudblood!” he smirked, “Didn’t your mother teach you on how to respect superiors?” he continued. Hermione shot him a sharp glare, “Don’t even try to ruin my vacation Malfoy or you’ll regret the day you came in this ship.” She assured by her strong accent.

“Whoa! I’m scared! Hahahahaha,” Draco laughed, a laugh of insult, “Well is that all you can do as a Mudblood? If I were you I rather pick my enemy on regretting the day SHE was born,” he laughed once more and began looking at her like an insult all of a sudden. Suddenly the Manager of the cafeteria went out by an urge call from one of his waiter.

“If you both just wanted to fight do it outside or drown each other at the pool at the fifth floor. This place is the place to respect the food,” the manager shouted in an Old-Huge-Man tune and the words echoed around the place but although the two were gone shocked out of the Manager’s tone, they didn’t refuse on glaring at each other non-stop. The two were sent out of the cafeteria as instantaneously that they weren’t able to do something.

Once outside, the confrontations never stop. “Well thanks to you, Malfoy!” she glared as her brown attractive eyes gone really sharp, “I really got a great time having my breakfast, and now, I don’t think they’ll serve us for the rest of our staying here in this ship,” she complained, “Thinking that we never give respect to their food.”

“Well if they didn’t serve me here…” his expressions took place on his movement, “Then I’ll just go back to my original ship and back there I’m very welcome to eat my breakfast the whole time…free of charge,” he smiled.

“Original ship!” she muttered, “You mean the other ship! That is where you actually belong?”

“Don’t talk to me!” he provoked and the smirk appeared on his face once more and then began walking.

“Wait, Malfoy! Answer my question first,” she ran right behind him. “You heard me right, Granger, now you stay back and don’t follow.” But Hermione follows and never stops as she instantaneously remembered her very important luggage, “Wait! How did you get in here anyway?”

“That’s out of your business now right?”

Hermione frowned because he’s entertaining none of her questions since then and just kept on going, seems to be avoiding her. Out of her madness, she instantaneously pulled his dark suit backward towards her like it is about to be torn off, but instead of just facing her, Draco pushed her towards the wall as she got stuck on the corner, breathless and nervous.

Later on, she had frozen once again and for this time it is not because of the shivering temperature but because she realized that Draco is right in front of her not to mention he’s VERY CLOSE.

She knew that the impact of pulling isn’t that strong for him to accidentally push her towards the wall and got herself stuck right through but she knew he did it intentionally after the floor began shaking.

All Hermione got nervous about is that he’s just half an inch away from her, she can also feel him breathing as the air coming out of his nose trills is blowing at her face and his scent that’s been like hypnotizing her as soon as it passed through her lungs. But Hermione don’t understand, at this hour of time she probably must have already been pushed him away from her but until now she can’t even move her arms, seems that his scent took control of her now.

Hermione suddenly saw Draco’s eyes that took her attention right away besides of his attracting boy scent. That is what she felt curious all about, when seeing the attendant’s eyes, she knew someone she knew so well is with the same color. Finally she remembered, but now she knew that it was only Draco Malfoy, she now took it aside, maybe the reason why when seeing the attendant’s eyes, she didn’t immediately remember who, it’s because she don’t care about Draco at all.

Something must be wrong with the engine that the whole ship suddenly stopped and even the electricity had been cut off but the other ship seems to be just fine, still moving. Draco and Hermione remained in that position for like ten seconds, making sure if the ship quake is over and it’s now safe to move…until Draco’s face suddenly turned bright red, he turned around facing backwards just in able to release the tension he feels.

Hermione meanwhile remains leaning on the wall feeling much comfortable now that Draco isn’t facing her anymore, wondering what he will do as he faced her back. Probably might shout at her or tell her insulting words as normally as he always does…Hoping he never hit her.

After for like three seconds, Hermione blushed. They haven’t been into that very close position even before at Hogwarts, where they are always been getting involved together in such class activities that normally ends them up shouting at each other. She realized that although she’s bitter with him, she can still feel the tension that Draco Malfoy is a grown up boy, a teenager who’s looking for someone to…

“Oh stop!” she said strongly by her accent that made Draco face her for instant. Is this the tension she feels or a temptation about getting attracted to him…This isn’t a lust after all…is it?

But a second later, Draco began walking again with a mix emotions that takes place in him, leaving her with no reaction at all after pulling his favorite coat and is about to be torn off. Maybe he isn’t just in a mood to have a fight with her or he also got tempted after he knocks Hermione on the wall when he can barely feel her body near to his’ and her scent that came into his nose trills as well made him turned bright red.

“Where are you going?” Hermione muttered, still thinking about her very important luggage as her thoughts of about being attracted had gone off to somewhere and all she focused for now is her clothes, as she really wanted to change as soon as she got back to her room. She walked behind him once again still following where he’s taking her.

Luckily and unusually, Draco didn’t leave her an insulting speech that made everything so different this moment. But Hermione followed him non-stop as she made her footsteps much louder for him to hear, seems to be interrupting him all of a sudden.

Draco felt irritated, “Can you just stop and go back to your own business!”

Hermione sighed, “My luggage is at the other ship where you said to be your original ship and by this time I know that you’re going back any time of this moment and I wanted you to do is to take me with you and that’s my business!” she proclaimed with a low tune of her voice, convincing him to help her get her luggage.

Draco now realized that she’s been following him all around is all because of her luggage but the cruel side of him took place. “Then find your own way to get into the other ship!” he spoke and smirked. Hermione stopped, “It sounds that this conversation will be taking me nowhere to go!” she manifested madly with a frown.

Draco didn’t tolerate what she’d said but noticed that the frustrating footstep is finally fading until he was able to hear it no more. When he faced backwards, searching if she’s still behind him, Draco noticed her no where to be seen that she had just disappeared like a blink of an eye. He just kept on going. Granger! He frustrated. “My day was ruined again!” he spoke to himself.

Well it isn’t her fault that by the time Draco sees her, his day got ruined, wrecked, or even worst. But what he didn’t have in mind is that Hermione is in a much ruined state, twice the way he feels.

Meanwhile, Hermione went back to her bedroom, feeling not so good. Now that she knew that all she had to do is to wait two more days for her luggage as the ships combine. Well she actually had no chance on getting it without Draco helping her. But what makes her terrified for a moment is that she can now barely feel how herself gross with the same tattered clothes she had worn for days and is seemed to be the clothes she’ll still be wearing for the rest of the days..