WARNING/: For those who have read this fic before and thought, why is she reposting? Don't worry. Nothing has really changed, so there's no need to read it again...UNLESS YOU WANT TO! ;D x I'm just brushing up on grammar and spelling. As for those of you who haven't read Plane Awful before...the author's note is below x
AN/: Unfortunately I can't write TGWTDT at the moment, I'll only screw it all up. So meanwhile...I have no idea where this fic came from, I literally just bashed it out in the last four hours =) So, it's EWE. Set 5 years after the final battle. Hermione and Draco are both 23 years old and on their way to España...
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Sorry about the cheesy title, the completely random plot and the chapters that will be very short and snappy. I present to you...Plane Awful.
Plane Awful
Chapter 1
Ding. The seatbelt signs went on.
'That's odd.' Hermione Granger thought, as she was only just coming up to the forty-five minute mark on her flight to southern Spain. She looked up from her 'Hogwarts: A History' Limited First Edition that she had intended to read whilst on the journey and instead directed her gaze at the humming, orange seatbelts and non-smoking signs above her head. 'We must be somewhere over France still.' After a while her curious brain couldn't help it and decide to investigate.
"Excuse me? What's g...aaaaaggghh!" Hermione started to stand up from seat F4 and turn to the back of the British Airways 3.30am flight EZBY1653 and to try and ask the flight attendant that had just passed what exactly was going on, when the plane jolted and lurched to one side mid-flight. The cabin lights flickered and Hermione let a high-pitched squeal escape her lips as she lost her balance and saw in her peripheral vision the corner of a metal, pointed armrest quickly coming closer to her right temple as she fell.
It would have definitely caused some serious damage if two strong arms hadn't wrapped themselves around her in the nick of time, preventing her fall. She drew in a large amount of breath, more than grateful to whomever the strong, masculine arms belonged to. Her dainty fingers of her left hand entwined with those of his. Her right hand grasped his right wrist and attempted to pull herself upright. She noticed a family signet ring on his left thumb, she couldn't make out the seal but still, guys with that type of jewellery were extremely sexy in her opinion and if his face and the rest of his body were as impressive as the chest her back was currently pressed up against, she wouldn't complain.
"Are you okay?" A deep, husky voice asked her. It was filled with concern and his hands where now helping Hermione steady herself by being placed lightly on her hips. The stranger's fingertips lightly grazed the skin were the bottom of Hermione's Blink 182 tank top kept ridding up, sending unusual yet pleasant tingles all up and down her spine.
"I'm okay, thank you." She let out a short laugh of relief. "The last thing I need is a serious head injury 30,000 ft in the air..." Hermione began turning around, still panting but smiling all the same. She looked up into the stranger's eyes, his shocking, grey eyes in fact and the happy expression on her face soon fell into one of surprise and wonder as Hermione Granger recognised the shock of blonde hair and the chiselled, aristocratic jaw. The stranger was no stranger but instead the one and only Draco Malfoy.
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AN/: If I get 5 reviews, the next chapter will be up in 24 hours xXxXx Let's see what happens...