On An Airplane
Hermione opened her eyes. She felt a hand holding hers. She glanced next to her.
It was Draco Malfoy, her husband.
They were on an airplane. She wondered where they were going.
She looked around.
Huh…. No one else hear, but her and Draco.
She pulled up the window shade.
It was night. It was cloudy, so she couldn't see the stars. Dang it, she thought, loved watching the stars.
Hermione glanced at Draco again.
He looked so peaceful in his sleep.
Wait… He was just sleeping, and not dead, right?
He was breathing. Ok, that is good, thought Hermione.
He was even smiling.
Just seeing him smiling made Hermione smile back, even though she knew he couldn't see it.
She wondered if he was dreaming.
If he was, it was probably a good dream, seeing as how he had a huge grin plastered on his face.
He started to stir, then he went back to sleep
Suddenly he stopped smiling, and Hermione wondered what was wrong.
"Hermione", he whispered, and then he began to smile again.
She grinned.
He was dreaming about her.
They had already been married for about 7 months.
Draco had sometimes taken Hermione on random trips to places like New York City, America, Paris, France, Ireland, and South America.
They both always had fun on trips like these. They were always a surprise for her.
Suddenly a man in a co-pilots uniform came in the room from the cockpit.
"Mr. Malfoy' he said.
Hermione put her finger up to her lips and pointed at Draco.
"Sorry" he said.
He began to speak in a quieter voice.
"I just wanted to say that we are going to land in a half hour" he finished.
"Where will we land?" asked Hermione.
"Scotland" said the co-pilot.
"Great" replied Hermione.
The co-pilot left.
Hermione picked up Draco's hand, and put her head back on his chest.