Hello everybody! Thank you for choosing to read: What a Vacation Can Do!

I came up with this idea out of the top of my head and the more i started to think about it, the more i started to like it! So i sat down on my laptop and wrote up the first chapter. Let me know what you guys think! If i get a lot of reviews... i'll continue!

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Hermione Granger un-boarded her plane and with a smile, lugging her carry on over her shoulder as she pushed her way through the crowd towards the baggage claim. She waited with her arms crossed across her chest for her bags to come, then grabbed them and headed for the exit of the airport to grab a taxi.

When the taxi pulled up next to her, the driver got out with a smile and opened the trunk for her. Hermione casually walked to the back of the car and allowed the driver to take her bags for her, then climbed into the back seat. When the driver was seated, he closed the door and turned to face Hermione. "Going anywhere in particular, Ma'am?" He asked kindly.

Hermione smiled at the man and nodded her head. "Yes. I'm actually heading to Four Depot Road in Heathfield."

The driver nodded his head and turned back to the wheel before putting it in drive and pulling away from the airport. "How was your flight?" He asked, looking at her through the rear view mirror.

"It was good actually." Hermione gave the man another smile before reaching into her pocket and pulling out a picture. "It was long, but still good."

"Where did you travel from?"

"England."

"Ahh," The driver said, nodding his head. "I should have known with your accent. Any reason for your travel to Heathfield?"

"Yes." Hermione said with a smile as she looked down at the picture in her hands. "I'm going to visit my parents. I'm going to bring them home." Hermione didn't see the man's reaction. She was too busy staring at her mum and dad smiling up at her from the picture to see it. All she knew was in about an hour's time, she would be standing in front of her parents with a wand in her hand, ready to take the memory charm off them so they would finally remember that they had a daughter and their life's ambition wasn't to actually to move to Australia. She exhaled a deep breath and looked out the window with a smile on her face before whispering: "I'm coming. I'm finally coming."

"Mr. Malfoy, you have a visitor."

"Who is it?" Draco didn't look up as his secretary pocked her head through his door. Instead he continued to flip through the many papers he had to have signed by the end of the day, not giving her an ounce of attention.

"She didn't say. She just said it was really important." Draco sighed and looked up at his secretary quickly, taking note that she was biting her lips together nervously, before glancing back down at the many papers sitting across his desk. As he signed the bottom of one of the pages he finished reading, he waved his hand that held his quill up at her. "Just send her in."

He heard the door close and shook his head. The thought often came to him of why his secretary was always so nervous around him. Could it be that she was doing something wrong and was afraid that he would find out? No. Nothing had gone wrong in his office for months. Was it possible that she was afraid of him? Intimidated by him? Draco laughed that thought off, before realizing that that probably was why she was always so nervous. 'Am I really that bad of a guy?' He asked himself.

He shook that idea out of his head as well, making a mental note to try and not be so rude or grumpy and see if that changed her mood at all. As he flipped the page over on one of the huge pamphlets he was reading, he heard the door open slowly and then shut at just the same pace. Draco didn't look up, he barely heard it. He was so into his work that not even somebody coming to talk to him would interrupt him.

"Hello Draco."

Draco shot his head up at hearing her voice. Well maybe somebody could interrupt him.

"Hello Pansy." Draco said with no enthusiasm in his voice. She was the last person he would have expected to come waltzing into his office and he certainly wasn't in the mood to deal with her throwing herself all over him like she did in their Hogwarts years.

Draco turned back to his work and picked up his quill, making a note on a piece of sticky paper, then placing it in the top corner of the pamphlet. "How have you been, Draco?" Pansy said, slowly approaching his desk.

"I'm fine." Draco said slowly, not bothering to look up.

"That's good." Pansy said, reaching his desk and taking a seat in one of the chairs that sat facing him.

Draco looked up when he saw her sit down out of the corner of his eye and glared at her. "Why don't you take a seat?" He asked sarcastically.

Pansy rolled her eyes and stood up suddenly, crossing her arms over her chest. "Am I not welcome? I can leave if you really want?" Pansy glanced at the door quickly before turning back to Draco who was now staring at her with a smirk on his face. It was obvious he was trying to hold back a snicker. He knew Pansy so well he could read her like a book. He knew she didn't really want to leave, and she knew that he knew, but that wasn't going to stop her from making up a sob story. "All I wanted to do was come and visit what used to be one of my best friends, and now all he-"

"Pansy." Draco said simply, smiling slightly at his old girlfriend. "You didn't come here to just pay me a visit, so cut the crap."

Pansy opened her mouth to argue that she did come here to see Draco, but shut it at the small smile and raised eyebrow Draco gave her. "Fine." She said, crossing her legs and studying her nails. "I need a favor."

Draco stared at Pansy, completely dumbfounded, and watched as she slowly raised her head to look at him. They made eye contact for a few seconds before Draco turned back to his work. "I don't want to have sex with you. I thought we agreed back in Hogwarts to stop seeing each other in that way. Friends only… remember?" Draco didn't look up as he spoke.

"I'm not here for sex." Pansy said, rolling her eyes.

Draco suddenly looked up and stared into Pansy's pleading eyes. "Money then, is it?"

"Well-"

"Not that I don't want to donate to the Pansy Parkinson fund or anything."

"Damn it Draco!" Pansy said suddenly, unfolding her legs and sitting on the edge of her seat. "Can you stop being so fucking sarcastic?" Draco stared at Pansy with a small smile plastered on his face as she gazed around his office, obviously trying to not look at him. When she finally did look back at him, he had to hide a laugh at how frustrated she was. He couldn't help but find it hilarious when Pansy got frustrated. "I do need money, but not like that."

"What are you-"

"I need a loan." Pansy quickly interrupted him.

Draco let out a tiny laugh. "A loan?" Draco asked, getting a nod from Pansy. "Do you even know what a loan is?"

Pansy ignored his last comment. "I'm sure you're heard about the shops going on sale this weekend in Diagon Alley. You know, all the shops owned by people who were found or presumed dead because of the war."

"Of course I know about that." Draco said putting his quill down and leaning back in his chair. "What does that have to do with you needing a loan? Don't tell me you're looking into buying one of those shops?"

"I've always wanted to start my own clothing business. This is the perfect place and the perfect opportunity."

"Pansy…"

"Come on Draco." Pansy said, leaning closer towards Draco and resting her arms on his desk. "I know this is more than I've ever asked you to do for me, but I really need this favor. It's just a loan. I'll pay you back as soon as I get the money in full."

Draco exhaled a deep breath and studied Pansy carefully. "You're asking me for a lot."

"I know I am. But this is my dream. I already have several outfits designed and some even made, I just need the money to open up the shop."

"How much do you need?" Draco said out of curiosity.

Pansy bit her lips together and then exhaled a deep breath before speaking. "20,000 galleons."

"Merlin, Pansy!" Draco said, almost falling out of his seat. "That's insane! How can you expect me to give you that much money?"

"I'll pay you back, I promise!" Pansy said, now practically begging.

"You're insane. You should go check yourself into St. Mungos." Draco stood up from his seat and turned his back on Pansy, approaching the window that sat behind his desk and looked out onto the street below. He crossed his arms over his chest and watched as the people walked along the sidewalk.

"Draco…." Pansy said quietly, not sure what to say. "Haven't you ever wanted something? Have you ever wanted something so bad, and even though its right in front of you, you can't even reach it?" Draco turned back to Pansy slowly. "What if you couldn't get it all because somebody refused to help you?" They stared at each other for a few seconds before Pansy continued yet again. "I know you can relate to that."

"With what?" Draco asked quietly. "I've never wanted to open up a clothing store."

"With Voldemort." Pansy said quickly, practically interrupting Draco. "During the war, you were always forced to do things that you didn't want to do, all because of your family. It was obvious to anybody who actually knew you that you didn't want to be involved with The Deatheaters. I bet if you were given the chance back in Hogwarts, you would have gone running right to Potter, wanting to become part of The Order."

"I-"

"Don't try and deny it." Pansy said quickly, stepping around Draco's desk and approaching him slowly. "You didn't go to Potters side because you couldn't. You were afraid and trapped like the rest of us. But I bet, if you had help back then, it would have been different. I bet if you had help,… you wouldn't be in this situation."

"What? Getting begged for money by an old friend of mine?" Draco asked, now looking down at Pansy who was standing a couple feet in front of him.

"You wouldn't be trying to prove yourself to the world, just like me… and just like everybody else who got caught up in this."

"How will opening up a clothing store make you seem like a better person to the public and not just some blood crazy pureblood?"

"I never said it would." Pansy said in a whisper, now only about a foot away from Draco. "But it'll help you." Pansy looked Draco up and down and stopped at his confused expression. "Give me the loan and I'll make sure that everybody knows you're the one who did it. I'll make sure everybody knows the Draco Malfoy reached into his kind heart and gave one of his old school friends 20,000 galleons just so she could start her own business." Draco took a step back and just stared at Pansy. "Please Draco. What do you have to lose?"

"20,000 Galleons." Draco said before taking a seat down at his desk, Pansy standing behind him diagonally. He ran a hand through his hair and exhaled a deep breath before picking up the quill and turning to look up at Pansy. "If I do this for you, then I want to be paid back in sums. I don't want to have to wait years to get my money back."

"How-"

"I want 30 percent of your earnings from each week." Pansy bit the side of her lip and crossed her arms, obviously thinking through this carefully.

"Alright." She finally said. "But if you want to be paid in sums then I at least want you to be a part of my business."

"I'm not being a model for you, so forget about it."

Pansy laughed slightly. "Not a model. I want you to help me manage the place."

Draco thought it over quickly before nodding. "Okay. But I swear, if you make me put on one thing-"

Pansy smiled and approached Draco. "I'm not going to make you try anything on." She said, wrapping her arms around him in a hug and kissing the top of his head as he pulled his checkbook out of his office drawer. He quickly signed and dated the check before slowly handing it off to Pansy.

Pansy took it with a thank you and gave Draco one more kiss on the top of his head before turning towards the door. "Pansy." Draco called as she grabbed the door handle and started to turn it. "I want to see the place before you spend my money." Pansy smiled and gave Draco a wave before opening the door and closing it softly. Draco turned back to his work and shook his head, picking up the pamphlet he was reading before Pansy came in. "What have I gotten myself into?"

Please let me know what you all thought!

And for those of you who are wondering how much 20,000 galleons is to a dollar, its right around 200,000. If you're not used to the dollar and you really want to know you can easily find it on google!

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