A/N: This story does not have any plot what so ever. I came up with it in an atempt to keep my self entertaind while walking my dogs. The wather outside is horible with temperatures onder or much under normal. I mean it's August and 12! degrees celsius. I may come up with more of these storise unless the tempeature goes up soon. and you know the disclaimer is the same as always.
"This is stupid Harry. I'm not getting on that thing."
"Of course you are."
"No, and especially not now. We're already two hours delayed."
"They said the problem was fixed."
"I'm not getting on. I'm gonna go and ask for my money back and then we can take a portkey or floopowder or even a broom if you want to fly, but I'm not getting on that-thing."
"Flight 956 to New York now boarding."
"That's us, we have to get going, honey."
"I will not get on to an airplane, and don't honey me."
"You know the statistics…"
"I bloody don't care about the bloody statistics, Harry. Do you know it is a chunk of metal we will be going in thousands of feet in the air, it's bloody insane."
"Come on Draco, it won't be that bad. And if you want me to I'm sure I could get Hermione on the phone for you to explain exactly how an airplane is capable of flying."
"I don't want to talk to Granger and how do you know it won't be that bad, you've never been on an airplane before."
"Exactly, I want to do this, and I want you to do it with me. Please?"
"Passenger on fight 956 may board now."
"Come on now honey, let's go."
"…"
"Welcome, may I see your boarding passes."
"Draco where is your boarding pass?"
"…"
"Thank you, enjoy your flight."
"We will."
"If we crash I'm gonna kill you."
"Chances are that if we crash I will be dead anyway."
"I'm so gonna kill you for this."
"I know honey, I know."