So this one shot came to me while I was lying in bed last night, waiting for the cough syrup to work hoping it would cure my cold and hoping it would put me to sleep. It's a cute one. Filled with crazy situations, and of course sunshine!

I hope you enjoy it.

I know with it being a one shot it probably won't get much action… but I am okay with that.

Maybe I will write more if I like it enough and if you guys like it enough.

Disclaimer: Oh and also… Even though I am watching the fourth movie as I watch this, I sadly do not own it.

Summary: The seventh year Muggle Studies students travel to the good ol' United States of America to see how Muggles there live. Hermione and Draco however find themselves in a strange situation and not sure how to get out of it.

Dream On

(Not sure why I titled it this, but you gotta love Aerosmith!)

"Attention class! At this time next week, we will be meeting in the Entrance Hall and we will all be taking a portkey to America. I expect you all to bring your own person items. We will be gone for over a week. Now class is dismissed."

Hermione stared packing up. She debated on whether she should go talk to Professor Booth about the class trip. After all, her parents are Muggles, and she has been to The States a couple times on vacation. Deciding against it, and being the good student she is, Hermione left with Harry and Ron. She was just going to have to make the best of the trip, and maybe bring her books along as to not get behind in her studies.

-.-

Draco stared at the professor. He decided this had to be the most useless class Hogwarts has to offer. Even Divination was useful in some cases. Why was he forced to go to the United States, when he had no desire to was beyond him. He was only in this class, because after the war Hogwarts decided it should be mandatory to take at least one year of Muggle Studies.

Of course he wasn't the only Slytherin in the class. Not many of his house mates cared for him since his decision to help the Light side. His help happened to end the war quicker and victory for the Order.

He was the last one to leave the room, even Professor Booth was gone by the time Draco got up from his seat. He knew there was no way out of this trip. So he decided to make the best of it.

-.-

It was a new day, and a new city. They had already been to New York City, Philadelphia, Boston, Washington D.C., and Chicago.

New York City had been interesting. There were many different cultures, and he swore he saw five different muggings and at least one robbery. The park that was in the center of all the tall buildings was probably his favorite of the city. Philadelphia was nice, though Draco could care less about American History, which almost everything of importance happened in Philadelphia. Draco refused to call it Philly, he was to take no part in American slang. Boston was probably the best, they went to some famous bar called Cheers, and couldn't even have a drink due to stupid American laws. The group even got to go to a base ball game, the home team who played was called the Boston Red Sox. They played and beat some team called the Yankees. It wasn't as exciting as Quidditch, though nothing the muggles can think up will ever be as exciting as Quidditch, but it wasn't bad for a muggle game. Washington D.C. was a bore. It was full of the American equivalent of parliament. Chicago was also a boring city. Professor Booth was excited to see some Sears Tower that was there. It turned out to be just a tall building.

The city they were now in was called Las Vegas. Draco had of course heard of this place. He just wasn't sure why it was so popular in the Muggle world. It was dirty and there were men on the street corners handing out cards with half naked women on them. The pictures didn't even move. The only things that were slightly exciting about it was the lights, and the many different types of buildings. The group got to go to another sporting event during their first day in Las Vegas. This time it was a motorized sport, consisting of cars driving in circles. The muggles called this NASCAR, which after much asking around Draco found out stood for National Association for Stock Car Auto Racing. He decided it was even more exciting than baseball. At least there were a few crashes which made up for the boring circle driving.

He tried to pay attention to Professor Booth, but instead he got lost in his thoughts. Knowing that tonight he would go find the wizard section of the city, Draco felt slightly better. It was something he had been doing since day one of the trip. Every large city was bound to have a wizard part with in it. It was just a matter of finding it.

-.-

Sometime later…

-.-

Hermione awoke with what had to be the largest headache known to mankind. When she opened her eyes, the sun that was filling the room intensified the head ache. If she didn't have such a need to get up and use the bathroom, Hermione would have shoved her head under the pillow and sleep the day away. Regardless of what American land mark they were supposed to see next.

It was this moment where Hermione decided she would never drink again. She quickly looked out her window to remember where she currently was in America. Las Vegas, she could tell by looking only for a couple seconds. The neon lights were the biggest clue.

While exiting the warm bed, Hermione noticed her lack of clothes as well as the slight pain in between her legs. It wasn't exactly a lack of clothes, as no clothes at all. Being the logical woman she was, Hermione concluded what this meant. It meant that before last night she was a virgin, and now she was not. She shook her head in shame and went into the bathroom.

Once she returned to the room, something stopped her from getting back into the warm bed and falling asleep. The something was also in the bed. She could hear soft snores coming from under the pillow, where his head was buried. Hermione was sure of the something being a 'him', due to how the sheet wasn't covering much. Thinking about this, made her blush crimson.

The sad part was, Hermione wasn't sure who it was. For all she knew it could be some innocent Muggle, or it could be Ron. The latter, she decided, wouldn't be that bad. Waking up next to Ron would actually be quite nice. She had been trying to get him to ask her out for a while. Hermione thought the kiss she gave him during the final battle would inform him of her feelings. Of course with Ron being male, this was completely lost on him.

She looked around the room and tried to find her clothes, which were thrown everywhere. After gathering all of her necessary articles of clothing, she returned to the bathroom only to find her shirt and skirt tore beyond belief. Sighing, Hermione knew she had to return to the room and find her wand so she could fix the problem.

When she re-entered the room, she couldn't hear the soft steady snores coming from under the pillow. She looked over to the vicinity of the bed, and her chocolate brown eyes clashed with smoky gray ones. Hermione gasped. Only one person she knew of had that color of eyes. As she looked at the rest of the person, it only confirmed her suspicions. Draco Malfoy. She had lost her virginity to Draco Malfoy.

Making a light squealing noise, Hermione ran back into the bathroom trying to hide her naked body. She threw on her clothes, not caring now if they were torn or not. Returning to the main room, Hermione was faced once again with Draco Malfoy.

"Good morning," he said with a smirk.

Hermione gulped, "So last night…" She said trailing off as she watched his face grow into a ridiculous smile. "Fuck." Was all she had to say about that.

She couldn't take it anymore. Hermione returned to the bathroom, needing time to think without Malfoy being present. Sitting on the edge of the tub, she rubbed her face with her hands. Stopping only when something scratched her forehead. Staring at her hand, Hermione tried to figure out what it was.

It only took a second to realize what it was exactly, and Hermione let out a scream. Sitting on her left hand on her ring finger, was a large diamond ring.

Storming out of the bathroom, Hermione found Draco zipping his pants.

"Well Granger, last night was fun. But I've got to be going." He said grabbing his shirt and walking towards the door.

"Oh no, you don't." Hermione said as she moved to stop him. "You are not stepping one toe out of this door until you explain this." She told him while holding up her left hand that held the extravagant ring for Draco to see.

Draco's eyes widened. "What the hell is that?" Hoping he didn't just shag an engaged woman. Let alone an engaged Hermione. He didn't want to face the wrath of The-Boy-Who-Just-Won't-Die and the Weasel.

It was then that Hermione decided to look at Malfoy's hands, where she noticed a band on his left hand ring finger.

Seeing where Hermione's gaze went to, Draco let out a small gasp. He held up his hand and examined the silver band that rested on a very important finger. His band and her ring looked like they could be a set. Draco shook off the thought of what this could mean.

Hermione looked around the room to try and find something that would explain everything. She saw a scrap of paper lying on the table near the door. It looked as though it was thrown there haphazardly. Picking it up, Hermione found out it was more than a scrap of paper. It was a marriage license.

The night's events returned to her.

-.-

Hermione had left the hotel, managing not to be seen. This was a great feat in itself, considering how strict Professor Booth was.

Going out was just what she needed. She had thought this trip would be fun, some vacation time for her, Ron, and Harry. After all they needed it with what they had gone through together. But all Harry could think about was Ginny, who couldn't come because she wasn't in Muggle Studies. Ron was also useless. He was more concerned with food and watching the moving pictures from the small box in his hotel room. Shaking her head in frustration, Hermione wondered why she had thought it was a good idea to have guy friends.

Hermione was now wondering around Las Vegas. Normally an eighteen year old young woman would be afraid of walking around a city alone at night. This was not a frightening in the least. After what she had seen and been through in the previous year, not much could phase her. Being the smart witch she was, Hermione did keep her wand grasped in her hand. Yeah, she wasn't afraid, but she also wasn't stupid.

She decided she wanted to go to a bar. Hoping to get some good use out of her fake ID she had gotten one summer while home from Hogwarts. She had never used it before, she wasn't really sure why she even had one. But with the drinking age being 21 in America, she thought it couldn't hurt.

Somehow she had found the only wizarding section in all of Las Vegas. Ironically it was probably the only place in the whole city where she didn't need her fake ID, since they went by wizard laws, not American ones.

She sat down and ordered a firewhiskey.

After a few drinks, Hermione spotted Draco across the bar. She had no idea why he was there. And there alone. Having her mind impaired by alcohol, she drunkenly got off her bar stool, and went to sit by Malfoy to find out.

"Hello, Draco." She said with a giggle, after all it did rhyme. Well it rhymed more in her head.

Draco simply nodded in return.

They both went about their night and had drink after drink. By the time it was two in the morning, the pair were telling each other everything about their lives.

"And then I try to make it clear that I want to be with him, but then he acts like a prat and doesn't notice. He is more interested in food then me!" Hermione said while rambling about Ron.

"No one understands that I never wanted to be a Death Eater. It was all my damn father's idea. I just wanted him to accept me. But no, I have to go get branded like a cow and conform to someone else's thoughts. I am a nonconformist damn it!" Draco said, yelling the last part.

Hermione giggled and shushed him. "Maybe we should get out of here. People are starting to stare. How about we get some fresh air and we can talk more."

As they were walking around Las Vegas, the pair stumbled on a white building decorated in flowers. It looked to be open.

"Draco! Let's go in here." Hermione said with a little too much enthusiasm.

He didn't have time to answer, before Hermione was grabbing his arm and pulling him in.

"Hello, are you here for the most romantic wedding in all of Vegas?" The man asked at the front desk asked soon as Hermione and Draco entered.

The next thing she knew, Hermione was walking down the aisle. Her dress looked like it had come right out of 1984, and there were a few questionable stains on it. Hermione was clutching a flower bouquet composed of plastic flowers. For some reason they also had strange stains on them as well.

At the end of the aisle Draco stood waiting for Hermione. He wasn't sure what he was doing, but drunk Draco was assured that it was the right thing. Standing next to him was a wizard Elvis. It shamed him that the wizarding world had sunk so low as to imitate the Muggles.

The next thing Hermione remembered was pleasure. Lots and lots of pleasure. She remembered the pleasure ending and falling asleep feeling safe wrapped in strong arms.

-.-

Now she really knew she was never going to drink again.

"What the fuck did you do to me?" Draco asked, rather loudly.

"Obviously Draco, we were both under the influence. And we both agreed to it. All we have to do is go back to the chapel and get it annulled." She said trying to remain calm and not concentrating on her splitting head ache or nauseous stomach.

Malfoy snatched the paper from Hermione's hand and read it. Sure enough that was his signature on the Groom's line and hers on the Bride's. One other thing captured his attention.

"Granger, we can't get this annulled. We went to a wizard chapel, so we are married the wizard way. Which means there is no way out. No annulment, no divorce, and no leaving. The only way out, is if one of us die." Draco groaned inwardly. He was now forced to spend his entire life with Hermione 'Know-It-All' Granger. It's a good thing his father was locked away in Azkaban, there was no way Lucius would let this happen if he had any control over it.

Hermione shrieked. "You mean this is forever?"

Draco gravely nodded.

Letting her thoughts run wild, Hermione couldn't believe this. She was eighteen and married. She hadn't even had a boyfriend. Except for Viktor, which she didn't count as a boyfriend. Just a boy who was interested in her.

Taking a couple deep breaths, Hermione looked back at Draco. "Well we best start getting along. And it's Malfoy now, not Granger."

So that was it! I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know if you did.

Maybe you will see it become a chapter fic?

Anyways, no disrespect to the cities I listed. I chose New York City, Philadelphia, Boston, Washington D.C., Chicago and Las Vegas because I have either been there or I want to go there. And I have been to Vegas, when I was 14 unfortunately so I didn't get to do anything exciting as in get drunk and lose my friend. There really are guys that stand on the corner trying to hand out stripper cards. They tried to give many to me. But on what earth would a 14 year old girl want to call a stripper?

Also, go Bosox! I had to have them go to Boston because I am a Red Sox fan and of course they had to play the Yankees and win!

Yes I am also a NASCAR fan which is why I also had to write that in.

So Review!