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So I was having some slight technical difficulties with
posting. I didn�t realize that copy and paste didn�t have all the italics and
bolds that I wanted to put in the story. So here it is.

To answer the reviews I will try to make the chapters
longer but the first two chapters are just an intro. So keep reading and
reviewing. This chapter is a bit longer so enjoy.

Chapter 3

The Meeting

Draco was use to people throwing stuff at him.� Men threw their business cards at him and
women threw their underwear and even themselves at him.� Never in his life had he experienced a bottle
of sun block colliding with his head.� He
decided he liked underwear better, less solid and they didn�t leave a bruise.

�Merlin, Granger!� Draco said rubbing his forehead.�

That was going to leave a mark, he thought.

�Don�t you know how to treat your superiors?� He said smugly
sitting in the sand beside her.� Since
they were in a muggle location he didn�t have to worry about her hexing him,
hitting him on the other hand was what he had to look about for.� He remembered 3^rd year and she hit
hard.

Hermione shot up from her towel on the sand.

��Yeah, like this.�
she said as she went to slap him upside the head. �Not that you�re superior,
far from it actually. I just wanted to hit you for that comment.�

�My, my Granger, aren�t we in a pissy little mood today.�
Draco blurted as he fell backwards to dodge another fist.

He pulled himself up from the sand, looking at his classmate.
�I assume you got your wretched letter too.� He said with a somber tone in his
voice.

Hermione nodded. She didn�t like the topic of the bloody
letter; it�s what got her here in the first place. �Stupid Weasley,� Hermione
said out loud accidentally.

�Oh! So what did the Weasel do to get you all a
fluster?� Draco asked inquisitively.

Hermione started to flush with anger. �Don�t you
worry about it.� She said thinking back on the letter.

Draco looked around beach, watching the waves hit the shore.
He needed help, and lots of it. This was a task that he couldn�t handle. Him,
get married? That sent chills up his spine. He liked the promiscuous lifestyle
he had set up for himself through the years. It worked for him. Now he was
being forced by none other than his father, the ex-follower of evil, to settle
down with a muggle-born or a half-blood witch. All the hussies he cavorted with
were all pureblood, nothing less for a rich prince-like pureblood.

�Well I must ask�� Draco was shaken from his thoughts. �Why
is the high and mighty Draco Malfoy here in Mexico?�
Hermione questioned with utmost curiosity.

�Well, if you�re referring to why I am in the muggle part
of this city, it�s because I don�t want to be bothered by all the pitiful pleas
of marriage from every witch in the wizarding world.� He answered with a boisterous
tone in his voice.

Hermione hated when Draco had the gall to think that every
woman would throw themselves at him. �Oh, cause every witch gets whet,
at even the mention of your name.� Hermione drawled with sarcasm.

Draco glared at Hermione.

�I am also here with my parents, they have a mansion just
off the beach.� Draco said nonchalantly. �My father wants me to give him a list
of eligible witches; he would prefer if they were muggle-born.�

Draco sighed, �Ever since the fall of Voldemort, my father
has had a change of heart. It�s been muggles this and muggles that, and its
driving me bloody mad!�

Hermione noticed that Draco was stressed. It was a side of
him that she had never seen. It made him almost seem human, not the arrogant �I
can do everything� prick he usually made himself out to be.

�Well I assume you have your list chalk full of witches that
you can have hanging on your every whim.� Hermione retorted.

Hermione on the other hand had not. She had already gone
through her list of ONE.

�As a matter of fact Granger, where as all the pureblood
witches would love to be my wife. You must try and remember that muggles aren�t
my kind of people, in both senses of the term.� Draco said.

Well there went that wisp of human kindness, thought
Hermione.

Hermione put her hand up ready to slap him again, and
thought better of it. She couldn�t have a lifeguard come by and see her beating
on him. She would have to leave the beach, and she liked the spot she was in,
hitting Draco just wasn�t worth it.

�So what are you going to do?� Hermione asked. �Don�t tell
me that the great Malfoy prince doesn�t have a plan.�

Draco pondered on what the little witch had said. �Actually
I do, and I think that I have a plan to help us both out.�

�You helping me?� Hermione said in shock. �What do I get out
of this?�

�You get yourself a potential pureblood beau, if you help me
find a muggle-born wife.� Draco declared.

�Why don�t you come over to my parents� mansion later
tonight?� Draco asked. �If we could get started on this as soon as possible, we
could get out of each others hair, and be on our way.�

Hermione was beside herself. �You want me to come to your
place, and help you.� she couldn�t help but to chuckle.

�I�m serious, but if you don�t want to take up my offer. You
can find a mate all your own.� Draco snapped.

Here he was, trying to be civil with this one, and she was
laughing at him.

�No, you have a good point,� Hermione stated. �I need help
myself, and I can�t wait to tell everyone that I helped Draco Malfoy.�

�Okay then,� Draco replied. �Make sure you�re there at
around seven. I�m sure my parents are going to invite you to dinner.�

Draco got up from his spot in the sand, and started to walk
away.

�Make sure you wear something decent, I don�t want to be embarrassed
by your lack of fashion.� Draco laughed.

Here he was, walking away from his classmate wondering if
he had made the right decision to ask Granger for help.

Draco tripped, as the same bottle of sun block smacked into
the back of his head.

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Hermione stood in front of her mirror examining her
reflection and nodded in approval.� Not
to dressy but decent.� She had on
dark blue jeans that were a little tight in the butt but began to flare mid
thigh.� She had on a black t-shirt with a
v-neck, and black stiletto pointy toed boots.�
Her hair was tamed into soft curls and she had decided to go with light
make up, light brown and pale pink, and a soft pink lip gloss to finish the
whole outfit.�

Her mother knocked on her door and entered, �So which friend�s
house are you going to for your date?� Jane said sitting on her daughter�s bed.

�Malfoy�s, and he isn�t really a friend, and it definitely
isn�t a date.� We are just going to
have a little dinner and help each other out with this whole ministry thing.�
She turned to her mother and kissed her check before picking up her purse, �I
am going to use the fire place to floo over there, and I will be back tonight,
but I am not sure what time. Tell daddy I said bye!� and with that she walked
out of her room and into the living room of the condo her parents were renting
for their stay in Mexico.�

She looked at the little piece of paper Draco�s eagle owl
had brought her an hour ago, telling her they would be attending dinner with
his parents, and where she was to floo.�
With a flash of flames Hermione disappeared through the fire place.
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