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I do not own any of these characters. Only the plot. J.K. Rowling
would be ashamed of me.
The
Trip
Hermione
After
some recent funding from the Ministry of Magic, Professor Dumbledore
and Professor McGonagall have decided to take the sixth and fifth
years on an overnight trip to somewhere outside of England.
I
really was quite excited for the trip, except for one thing. To save
galleons on accommodations, Dumbledore decided to pair up the houses.
And guess who the Griffindors got stuck with?
I don't know how I
got paired with the biggest git of the Slytherins. Draco Malfoy,
Pureblood Extraordinaire!
I don't agree with Dumbledore's excuse of putting boy/girl, Slytherin/Griffindor together for house unity purposes. As if Griffindors and Slytherins have been united - ever.
We were sent the letters in late August. My parents were thrilled, being Muggles and all. After reading the letter for the fifth time, I found out where Dumbledore was taking us. He was taking us to Canada! Isn't that amazing? Out there in the wilderness, up north, with all the little squirrels (I think that's what they're called) and deer, and… bears?
I feverishly started to pack. The letter said we should bring plenty of warm clothes and possibly some short-sleeved things, and that our school robes will not be required. I had to go shopping. I had everything in my wardrobe that Malfoy would make fun of.
I decided I'd send Ginny an owl and get her to go shopping with me. She has a sense of style.
Draco
I
can't believe it.
The school was taking us on a trip to Canada, and I got stuck with that filthy Mudblood Granger? Father wasn't pleased. I thought I'd try get him to talk to Dumbledore about it and then we could work out some sort of arrangement.
Dumbledore simply said it was for house unity. Pff, yeah, right.
I still couldn't believe it, after reading my letter over and over.
Hermione
Gin and I shopped for hours that day.
"What about this, Hermy?" Ginny asked me. We shopped in a Muggle mall, much to my parents delight. Ginny held up an argaile sweater, in brown and pink. I thought about it, wondering if there was some way Malfoy could make fun of it. I nodded.
"How much?" I looked at the pricetag. 25.00, that was in my price range.
We looked at a bunch of other clothes, many of the styles that wouldn't work with my small chest and poofy hair. In the end, Ginny was a great help. She knew exactly what would work for me. I soon had four bags hanging off my arms full of clothes for the trip. Ginny also persuaded me into buying a parka with fake fur around the collar.
"Remind me this summer to get a job," Ginny whined, looking at her empty wallet. She had as many bags as I did.
"Me too," I said guiltily. I borrowed quite a bit of money from my parents. I was broke, but satisfied that Draco Malfoy wouldn't get to me through my outfits.
Draco
Mother went out today and bought me some clothes for the trip.
I didn't mind going to Canada, but being paired with Granger was the worst. She was everything I hated - a brainiac, dorky, annoying, and a crybaby. What could be worse than living with her for a year?
Maybe living with Potter, but that's beside the point.
We were supposed to meet at the airport. The muggle airport. Imagine me, a Pureblood, carrying my own suitcase, among muggles! Preposterous.
Keep yourself alive, Draco Malfoy.
Hermione
Wow, the airport was so busy. I had only been to the airport to go to France with my parents, but seeing it from the wizarding point of view was so weird! There was all these strange people around.
I got there before Harry and Ron and Ginny did, so I was waiting for a while. There was no sign of Professor Dumbledore, either. I knew a bit about the airport, so I could maneuver around the place and work the pop machines and water fountains. I bought myself a Coke from the machine using what little change I had left over from yesterday, and sat down with my suitcase.
Soon, Harry Ron and Ginny piled in through the front doors, Ron and Ginny making a commotion. Mrs. Weasley tried to contain herself as well as her offspring, but was having as much difficulty.
"Over here, Mrs Weasley!"I yelled and waved. Ginny came running up to see me, leaving Mrs. Weasley to tug her luggage along behind her. I embraced Ginny happily, even though it was only yesterday that I saw her. I hugged Ron, Mrs. Weasley and Harry as well.
"How was your summer, Harry?" I asked.
"Same old," Harry shrugged. "I couldn't wait to get to Ron's." I smiled.
"So who are you paired with, Ron?" I couldn't help asking. Ron dug around in his pocket for his letter, and Mrs. Weasley answered for him.
"He's with Cho Chang," Mrs. Weasley beamed. Ron groaned.
"Lucky me," he grumbled.
"Yeah," Harry punched him in the arm jokingly, "Lucky you," he said laughing.
"And who are you with?" Mrs. Weasley asked me happily.
I hesitated. Should I lie? I thought. No, Molly wouldn't like that. I'll just tell her the-
"Oi Granger!"
I groaned. That could be only one person. I turned around slowly.
Draco
I smirked when Granger turned around to look at me. This trip was going to be a living hell for her.
That Weasels mother was there, and she glared at me. "Don't tell me he's your partner," I heard her whisper to Granger. The Brain nodded stiffly.
"All Hogwarts Students to Gate N7-C," a voice came through the speaker above us.
"That's us, Granger!" I yelled to her. She seemed more angry than embarassed to have me as a partner. Welcome to my world, I thought.
I looked around for my mother, who seemed to have dissapeared while I was embarassing the mudblood. I shrugged. Then, turning to my trunk, I wished she was there to help me-I mean, take it for me. Grabbing the handle, I pulled on it, hard. I almost made myself fall over, I yanked it so hard. It pulled out of the body of the case. Ha ha, I thought. A telescoping suitcase.
I pulled it on behind me, Potter and his pals snickering. I flipped them the birdie. Feeling better, I lugged my suitcase towards the gate. Too bad I wasn't allowed to use magic.
I went through security, which was too tight, if you ask me. I don't like those clunky wand-like things that they wave near your crotch. I had to put my bag on this thing that moved my bag into a large box thing, and I guess they could check to see what was in there. If they were checking for bombs or something, too bad. My wand is lethal enough to make their stinking bird-planes blow up.
I had to sit with Granger on the plane, too. Good thing the plane was three seats wide, big enough for a seat between us. "I want the window seat, Mudblood," I told her, pushing ahead of her.
"No way, Malfoy," Granger retorted, pushing me in the lower back.
"Watch it!" I spat. "I don't want your Mudblood germs all over me," I hissed, and took the window seat.
I watched her slowly come undone. She was muttering curses and swears under her breath through gritted teeth. "Oh, and Granger, put this above my seat, will you?" I threw my carry-on bag at her. She grabbed it, her face almost beet red in anger, and shoved it roughly in the compartment above our seats. Granger put her bag in the seat between us.
Dumbledore arrived and told us about the plane, for us ignorant ones. He had a flight attendant (who was rather good looking) explain the seat-bult? Like I was going to wear that. After she was finished, the captain's voice told us to buckle up, and that we were going to take off. I grabbed my armrest, almost panicky. What would happen if I didn't wear my - seat-bult? Would I float away, like they do in space? I buckled up, and as we took off, many of the others screamed.
Granger looked at me smugly. She knew I was scared. I mouthed the words (since she couldn't hear over the yelling), "Welcome to hell".