Hermione groaned and pushed her sunglasses further up her nose. "’Stupid administration. I had clearly specified to you to reserve a suite for myself. How in the world did they think Malfoy and I were shacking up in a suite?’’ She stretched her legs on the long chair as she bathed in the heat and sun of the climate of Dominican Republic. Her hair was now braided, thanks to Luna, and she could more easily manage it. "’My first vacations in forever, and now it’s ruined.’’