The Love Lagoon: A Dramione Lovestory

Four

Hermione

"Well, look what the cat dragged in," I heard a snarky voice I never expected to hear again sit next to me.

I pulled one of my ear buds out of my ears, and glared at Draco Malfoy. "What do you want, Malfoy? Please tell me that this is a nightmare, and I'm going to wake soon. Somebody please pinch me."

He pinched my forearm, and it hurt. "Ow! What the hell?!"

Draco smirked. "You said, 'somebody please pinch me,' and so I did. Believe me, I want to be as far away from you as possible, but it looks like we're on the same flight. Oh, and I'm not moving to Coach. I have never flown less than First Class via muggle transport in my life, and I'm not about to start now."

I frowned. "Fine! But none of your Slytherin bullshit. We aren't in school any more, and the war is over."

Draco smirked. "I know, but it's fun to tease you, Granger. Let's just try to get through this flight without killing each other, alright?"

I saw him hold out his hand, and I reluctantly shook it. A strange tingle flowed from my fingers to his, and we quickly wrenched our hands away from each other. But unfortunately, a passing flight attendant saw us shake hands, and she gave us two glasses of champagne.

"Oh, aren't you two just an adorable couple?!" The skinny Spanish lady gushed. "How long have you two been dating?"

"Five years, ma'am," Draco said, playing along. He kissed me sweetly on the lips. "Isn't that right, bae?"

I had no choice but to play along as well. I subtly crushed his hand. "Oh yes, baby. I'm so happy to be on this flight."

"Well, congrats on your anniversary," The flight attendant said, and left us alone to serve the few other customers that were in First Class with us.

I released Draco's hand immediately, and wiped his saliva off of my lips. "Don't ever kiss me again, you git!"

Draco chuckled. "Oh hush, you liked it. It's better than saying you're my cousin or sister. Relax, Granger, let her think we're an item. People will assume any way, because we do have a history together, like it or not."

I frowned, folding my arms across my chest. "Yes, a nasty, antagonistic one where you bullied my friends, and called me 'mudblood' those few times I stood up for Ron and Harry."

I lifted up the sleeve of my long sleeved dress, and showed him the scar Bellatrix LeStrange left me as a constant reminder of those horrible two months in deatheater captivity.

"Look at it," I demanded. "I went to every curse breaker I could, and apparently, it was the same curse that gave all of the deatheaters their tattoos, so hence, it is never coming off."

Draco looked sad as he traced a thumb along it gently. "I...I'm sorry, Hermione. But you know what would have happened if I tried to help you and your friends escape."

"Wait, you lied about not recognizing Harry?" I asked, just as the plane was taking off into the sky from Heathrow Airport. "But...but why?"

Draco released my arm and shrugged his shoulders. "Because it was the right thing to do, and I was tired of being the Dark Lord's prisoner."

His gray eyes took on a haunted quality as he remembered his part in the war. "You have no damn clue what he put me and my parents through, nothing. How would you like your mother to be raped in front of you several times? Oh, my father and Uncle Severus tried to stop it, but they were crucioed and beaten for their troubles. Oh, yeah, then, when that wasn't enough, I had to play rapist too to the prisoner witches. It was only the threat of being beaten to a pulp that made me able to perform. Yeah, being a deatheater was a barrel of laughs, Granger, just a regular riot."

I felt tears fill my eyes, and I put a hand on his arm. "I had no idea, Draco, I'm very sorry. I only thought of my own rapes and tortures. I cannot imagine what that must be like."

He sneered at me. "Don't do that."
"Do what?"
"Pity me. I don't need or want it."

I stopped touching him, and popped my ear buds back in, as an upbeat song by Ariana Grande came on. I switched off my iPod and put it in my carry on bag. Draco was reading something on his tablet, and not paying me any attention.

I sat back in my chair, and looked out over the darkening ocean spreading out below us. I digested all that Draco said to me. I had no clue he went through what he did, and he still carried on, despite everything that happened to him.

I took a nap, and Draco woke me when it was dinner time. "Thanks," I said, my voice groggy.

"Don't mention it."

I ordered a chicken Caesar salad, and had some of the Thai food they were serving. It was, of course, delicious. I only recall this meal with perfect clarity, because it was the last best meal I had for a very long time.

Somehow, I had dozed off, and ended up resting my head on Draco's shoulder. There was some kind of lightning, then an explosion at the back of the plane.

Draco shook me awake. There were no lights on, and he had his wand out. "Granger...Hermione, wake the hell up!"

I came awake, and grabbed my wand. "What....what is it?"

But I looked around, and saw the chaos around me. I grabbed my carry on bag, and he grabbed his suitcase, and shrank it to fit inside his coat pocket.

"We need to disapparate out of here now!" I shouted over the noise of the muggles screaming.

Draco grabbed me, and we disapparated with a loud pop, and landed on a tropical island miles from everything and everyone we knew and loved back home...