"Ah." There was a suspicious look on Malfoy's face. "You're staying at the Sol Oram-er, the Sun Coast then? Excellent dining, ask for the 1780 pinot, they're quite famous for it." He paused. "Their day spa has an exceptional couples massage option, although-" his eyes darted over to hers "maybe save that one for the honeymoon." Hermione was growing increasingly frustrated. How dare he waltz over and start giving them unsolicited vacation tips. Obviously they wouldn't be staying on the grandest resort on the island. A night in the Sun Coast Resort would surely have rivaled a month's of her Ministry salary. And she didn't even want to think about whatever sort of witch agreed to a "couples massage" with the prick...