Heathrow airport was never really a place that someone went for a good time, but honestly anyone who went there on the 26th of November would have had an unusual experience, to say the least.

The airport was full and bustling as what seemed like all of England was heading to different departure lounges. One group stood out above all else in the shopping area of Heathrow because they were all chattering loudly and pointing at different, completely ordinary, items. At each item they pointed to, they would laugh and exclaim "muggles," whilst wiping tears of mirth from their eyes. How strange! This group was lead by a bunch of about 3 odd-looking people. One very old Lady in an emerald tracksuit and fluorescent pink shoes, an elderly man - this guy a dwarf with a tutee white beard - was wearing a three piece suit, made of all different suits. The other one wasn't as strangely dressed, she was a stout woman with brown hair and wore a white blouse with a yellow flower pattern.

They could have been from some sort of school. Probably some kind of boarding school where no one was ever allowed to leave, that may explain the fashion sense. Perhaps a school for the insane? That may explain... EVERYTHING.

The students were dressed much more normally than the adults, most wore jeans and a normal looking T-shirt, though there were a few that had odd socks, if you cared to look close enough, and strange pointy black hats, either folded on top of huge trunks, or stuffed on their heads. One, standing towards the back kept murmuring into his clasped hands, a passer-by could have sworn that he saw a toad through those chubby fingers.

These kids were in fact from a school buried deep in Scotland, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A lot of the students, having come from magical families, didn't have any idea how muggles behave or dress, so coming to Heathrow airport, mixing with the 'non-magic folk' was a culture shock. Being at the place wasn't just for a new experience, no, the students were taking a trip. To Thailand, to a magical village off of Bangkok, called Māyākl, recently discovered to be the only fully magical town outside of the EU. As an 8th year treat, Professor McGonagall (the old witch in the tracksuit) had floo-ed some of her associates in the town and arranged a hotel for all of them to stay in for a week.

All three of the adults turned around abruptly to face the babbling teens.
"Right!" Boomed the voice of Mr. Shorty with the suit - the students refer to him as Professor Flitwick. It was, however, an extremely high pitched squeak of a boom, but it worked, as all the students stopped talking at once. Professor McGonagall took over then, stepping forward and raising her arms.
"So, we have been walking around the muggle airport for 3 hours now, you have all had the chance to see all there is. Now, we are going to head to the departure lounge, after security. When we get there, I want you all to pair up. Boy, boy. Girl, girl; please." Most of the group was pleased to know it was same gender pairings, but those of the group that had been planning to sit with girlfriends, or even just girl friends, because their other friends couldn't come, were all disappointed. Harry Potter was among this disappointed group, as Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley, his two very best friends, were out of town. 'Mione was trying to track down her parents where she had sent them after obliviating them the previous summer because of a war. Ronald, had followed her like a love sick puppy, leaving Harry to suffer out the situation on his own. He had no one there to sit next to on the plane, because he couldn't sit next to his other good friend and Ron's sister, Ginny Weasley. They had dated for a while at the end of the war, but something hadn't been right for Harry since Bellatrix Lestrange - who was aptly named, she was in fact, very strange - tried to kill Ginny, Harry had realised then that he felt protective over her like a brother should, not like a boyfriend. So his beautiful friend then became his and Ron's to protect from the jerks around, they both knew how guys could be.

So with no one to sit with, after the security, which Professor McGonagall had managed to get them through without any of them having real passports (she had transfigured them each one from different personal items that they had offered) Harry stood around with a few friends already paired up. The passports worked like a charm, however, a few students got beeps on the scanners and ran screaming from the metal detectors brandished at them when they had to be searched. Harry had never flown before, but he understood most of how it worked, though he still didn't quite understand why they didn't all apparate to where they wanted to go. Apparently, however, they were not all accomplished enough to travel overseas yet, also there was no safe place for them to go to and from without attracting unwanted attention. Although those problems had occurred to Harry, flying on a plane for 12 hours, didn't seem the nicest idea to him, especially with no one interesting to talk to.

So this was how it came to be that Harry Potter, the great Harry Potter, sat next to his worst enemy, Draco Malfoy on a 12 hour plane journey. There had been no one else left, as much as it pained both of them.

"Hey Seamus? Sit with me?" Dean.
"Luna! Sit with me!" Ginny.
"Professor Sprout? May I sit with you, I have some of the herbology homework that I need some help with." Neville, herbology obsessed Gryffindor.
"Goyle, may as well join me?" Blaise.
"Oh crap. Potter. If you promise to shut the hell up for the ENTIRE journey, you get to sit next to the gorgeous me." Draco Malfoy. Crap.

Harry didn't want to sit next to the Slytherin git. 12 hours with the pureblood with the attitude problem, namely, way too self obsessed, was not his idea of fun, despite what you may think.

This unusual bunch was then lead to a room with lots and lots of seats, one wall made of glass, and two doors with seat numbers hanging above them. The room was a pale, hospital white, that was in fact, grey. It all had a depressing feel to it. "Students, when we get to the hotel, your room numbers will be given out, and you will be rooming with the same person you sit with on the plane," McGonagall glanced around, "With the exception of Mr. Longbottom, who may join Mr. Finnigan and Mr. Thomas, unless there is somewhere he would prefer. He will not be rooming with Professor Sprout.
"Each teacher will get our own room and will be down the hall from all of you, so no late night ruckus' or many house points will be removed the moment we return to Hogwarts, remember, this trip only lasts one week."

1 minute was even too long for Harry to stomach Draco, or so he thought...

The two boys settled carefully on the plane, Draco with his Slytherin pride-filled head seemed to want to take up more room that was allocated to him, and after much arguing, they finally settled with Draco's things next to him, and Harry's things with himself.

Another irritating hour was spent with Harry explaining the in-flight entertainment system to the boy next to him, who couldn't get it into his head how the pictures moved for so long and didn't repeat themselves. Once he figured out the way they worked, or more decided it was a waste of brain to try to understand the 'stupid muggle technology' Malfoy then decided he didn't know how in Merlin's name he was supposed to work the damn machine. Not that he knew it was called a machine, he called it a 'muggle crap' Harry couldn't be bothered to correct him over and over.

"So I press this button here? And that does what?" Malfoy pressed a red button. Before Harry could stop him, the screen went blank.
"No, Malfoy! That's the off button!"
"Fine, how about this one?"
"No. See the light bulb picture on the button, it turns on lights... it's not that hard."
"I can work this out on my own, Potter!"
"Fine. Turn out the light will ya?"
"Fine."

He couldn't figure it out again, so Harry had to snatch the control and do it for him.

More conversations like that continued throughout the evening and as light fell Draco was immersed in the film 'Brave' making his feelings known about the 'poor little bear that just wanted power' meaning the evil bear that tried desperately to kill the two main characters, twice. Harry knew he needed to sleep, but there was no way he was going to be able to sleep, with Malfoy yelling his delight at the muggle crap. 2 more hours though, after Draco was finished discovering 'The Big Bang Theory' (the program, not the actual scientific theory) he turned out the lights and settled into a comfortable upright position and placed the pillow behind his head and closing his eyes, only raising his head again when he heard an awkward cough from next to him.
"What, Potter?"
"Malfoy. Your pillow is on my shoulder. Remove it."
"Why? You scared of cooties?"
"No but I'm starting to think you're a little gay. Why else wouldn't you remove your head."
"Potter!" Draco whined "I'm too tired to slap you. Bash your face against my palm." The Slytherin, still with eyes closed, sleepily raised a hand out to Harry who chuckled sleepily in return. "You seem strangely impervious to my threats. That annoys me." Malfoy muttered after Harry left his arm hanging there.
"Goodnight Malfoy."
"I am better than you."
"Whatever."

The cabin lights where once again switched on when Harry awoke, the top of his head pressed into the crook of Malfoy's neck. As he tried to gently remove it, knowing he would be highly embarrassed if Malfoy woke up, his companion did just that.
"What the hell are you doing?" Draco's voice was barely above a whisper, obviously trying not to attract attention.
"I don't know, I just woke up like this!... Wait,"
"I don't belie... Wait? Wait what?"
"Malfoy." Harry's voice was low and dangerous, "Move. Your. Hand."
"Whaaa?" Draco looked down, his own hand was resting halfway down Potter's thigh, slightly between his legs.
"OH MY MERLIN!" Malfoy exclaimed, removing his hand instantly and trying to wipe it clean on a napkin left over from when they had been served lunch. Sitting by a window seat didn't make it easy to get out to go to the loo, but, my god, did he need to wash his hands.
"Get up Potter, I need to go wash my hand!"
"No, I am not moving, climb over, I'm starting a film."
"Can't you press the goddamn... um, pause... button?"
"No."
"Nice, real nice Potter, where are your manners?"
"The same place as your compassion, Malfoy."
Draco feigned hurt, but then considered it... "Touché. Knees up Potter, I'm climbing over," And he did just that. Lifting one foot off the seat he used his hands to support the rest of himself into the air to place a socked foot on the armrest between Harry and He. The plane chose that exact moment to hit some rather rough turbulence, causing Draco to slip on the plastic armrest and fall, straddling, straight onto Harry's unsuspecting lap. The jolt of his landing made Draco tip forward, off balance until his lips crashed messily into the ones belonging to the person across from him.