Chapter 1: General POV

Harry stares out the plane window, with Ginny's hand in his. Suddenly he chuckles.

"What's so funny?" Ginny asks.

"I'm just wondering how Hermione is dealing with Draco."

"Not well, I'm guessing," Ginny answers. "Why'd he have to come anyway?"

"He said that he wanted to repay me for saving his life by coming along with me to keep me safe from remaining Voldemort followers," Harry states, shrugging. "I just feel bad for Hermione, for leaving her back there with him. Why did we get separate seats again?"

"The airliners gave us what tickets they had, Harry. It was sort of on short notice."

"Right."

"Harry, Hermione can take care of herself. She's always been the brightest witch of her age. She can handle six hours of Malfoy."

"Yeah. And you never know this flight might actually help them get along."

"Well, I wouldn't go that far. I don't think they'd kill each other, but I don't think they would go as far as actually liking each other."

In another section of the plane, Hermione is in the plane bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror. Lately, she's become more intoned to her appearance. Then, there was a knock on the door.

"It's occupied!" She tells the person.

"It's me, Hermione," a familiar voice says. Her eyes widen, and she opens the door. A pale-faced, fair-haired 19-year-old boy stands in front of her. She has to look up to see his face, being that he is a head taller than her. His sparkling eyes stare down at her.

"What is it, Draco?" She asks. Draco looks back and forth to the sides, and then he pushes her back in, entering and locking the door behind them.

"What're you doing?" Hermione inquires as he did this.

"I wanted to see you," he explains, turning towards her, "privately." Hermione feels her face flush.

"You look lovely, when you blush," Draco states, smirking. Hermione smiles back, hitting him playfully on the shoulder.

"Stop it!" She ordered.

"Stop telling you that you look lovely, or stop making you blush?"

"Stop flirting with me!"

"No, I don't think I want to!" Draco then leans in, capturing Hermione's lips.

"Mmm!" Hermione moaned happily. She didn't exactly know what led them to put prejudices aside and stop hating each other, but she really likes it.

* Clare's POV *

When the plane lands, I wait for the crowd to disperse before planning to get off the plane.

Just as I pass the bathroom of the plane, a pale-faced fair-haired boy around my age walks out of the bathroom and right into me.

"Sorry," the boy mumbles as he passes me.

Just as the boy leaves the plane, a girl follows after him, coming out of the same bathroom. I roll my eyes and fix my ruffled shirt.

As I step out of the plane, I take a deep breath. Home (all the smell minus the gas). After being away for three months, I'm finally back. Mystic Falls.

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