Friday, 11 November 2005

15:27

To start off this new diary Ginny bought me, I'm going to introduce myself. No I'm not going mental, but I figured if this was the only thing I could rely on for the next couple of months, I might as well get well acquainted with it… My name is Hermione Jane Granger and I was born on September 19, 1979 which now makes me 26 years, 1 month, and 23 days old. Yes, I did do the math in 5 seconds in my head. I am a witch and most likely known as the smartest witch of my time, at least in England. Well that's enough for now.

I am currently sitting in seat 19F aboard a Muggle plane. It's almost 3:30 in the afternoon here in London and the plane won't take off until 3:55 so naturally I will be sitting next to Hr. Draco Malfoy for an extra 25 minutes until we're finally in the air. It has been a little more than 15 years since I have set foot inside an airplane, and that ride had only lasted for 3 hours. This particular journey to Miami will take around 11 hours which is 8 more than I was hoping for. We still have to stop in Washington D.C., the American capital, sometime in between home and our destination.

That's enough number crunching. I want to get straight to the point and express my main concern for this trip. Not only will I be spending the two best holidays of the year without my three best friends, but I will be stuck with someone I don't get along with. Don't get me wrong, we're not at each other's throats anymore, he just doesn't have a spot in my heart, at all. Ever since seventh year at Hogwarts, we've been civil to each other due to the fact that we were both Head Boy and Girl, but we were never friendly. And that's all I asked because I could never see myself friends with my old enemy.

One of the flight attendants is about to come by our aisle and I feel like in the mood for some butterbeer. Too bad muggles don't have the stuff. I haven't had any muggle soft drinks for years so I might get some Coke. I will write more later on in the day, but I hope this was a good start.

Love,

Hermione

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18:46

This flying piece of junk has not been in the air for more than three hours, and I'm already having the worst time of my life. Take off was terrible and I have never felt something shake such a great deal. And Merlin, my ears still feel like my brain will ooze out any second. I'm having enough trouble trying to write in this blasted journal, but for once I am bored out of my wits. I knew I should have brought a book on board to occupy my time. Then again, what would a muggle say if they saw me carrying around Hogwarts: A History?

Before anyone starts judging me, especially you Ginny, I still do read that book. There is a new edition that comes out every two or three years, and I have to keep up with the current events at my favorite place. And did you know that Dumbledore's Army is still being continued? We, the original members, have our own chapter titled Loyalty at It's Best. And of course the famous Harry Potter has a chapter all to himself with the name Hogwarts' Own Hero. You can't blame him though; he's quite the guy and great person all around.

Oh, did I also forget to mention that I had a muggle drink named Dr. Pepper and ended up in the loo at the back of the plane throwing up? I guess once the carbonation of soda drinks leaves your system, your stomach never wants it again. If this day couldn't get any worse, Draco the 'tough man' has just taken over my shoulder as a pillow for his nap.

I guess he's more of a pest than I thought he was. Maybe he will never change.

Au revoir,

Hermione

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(0:15 – London) 18:15 PM – Washington D.C.

We finally landed at the airport in America's capital about ten minutes ago and I am infuriated. Somewhere near the end of the flight, a man who I assume was drunk, tripped in the middle of the aisle and managed to spill his drink all over me. So now I'm carrying around a faint smell of Vodka with me. That's a sure way of attracting the handsome lads around here.

I now find myself sitting in some coffee shop called Starbucks and I'm wearing a different shirt than I wore at the beginning of the day. And to make it worse, Draco is no where to be found. If he doesn't show up at the hotel with me at the same exact moment, not only will he be in trouble, but so will I.

Scratch that last thought—I just spotted him in some gift store across the pathway. He seems to be looking through a stack of American candy hung up on the wall. I don't know how he can possibly stand the stuff. I grew up with both my parents being dentists and I was never able to eat sweets very often, so my taste for them never grew. Of course back in the Wizarding world I have my share of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, but how can I really separate myself from them? Plus, can anyone really resist eating a chocolate frog every once in a while? I sure can't keep myself away from chocolate long enough.

Now he's walking out of the store with a big red bag of candy with some sort of rainbow on the front. He'll probably have a stomach ache by the end of the trip. It would definitely ruin the rest of my day if he were to throw up on me. In his other hand he has what looks like a magazine. I'm betting that it's a muggle magazine, and I have no idea what a pureblood like him is doing with something that was made by muggles. Maybe he's gotten past that whole stage about blood. One can only hope.

Apparently he has, due to the fact he just sat down in the chair right in front of me at the same table, when there are about twenty other empty ones in this café. Well, I'm going to be off before we miss the flight; it leaves in about 20 minutes. I think it's going to take a lot of effort to get used to the time change.

I Miss You Ginny,

Hermione

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20:22 (Less than an hour until we land)

Thank Merlin that this flight is better than the last one, especially since it will take us straight to Miami. So far I have not had anything spilt on me and I haven't gotten sick. Dinner was just served from the flight attendants, and I would be over exaggerating to say that it was good. At least it was something to stop my stomach from growling. This is one of the few times that I really wish I had my wand so I can transfigure this old man's wig in front of me to a PBJ sandwich. I remember eating those from my childhood and still make them in my own kitchen; Harry also loves them, too.

Today I have learned a new thing about Malfoy, surprisingly. It seems that he has an acquired taste to American muggle food. The candy he had purchased in the airport earlier is called 'Skittles' and they are too sweet for my tongue, since he actually offered me some. He just seems way too out of character today. Maybe Madame Derwent sent someone else who is taking the Polyjuice potion… Of course that can't be possible because he would have to be taking the potion every so often, and I've been with him all day.

Maybe Malfoy has turned over a new leaf…

Till Later Tonight,

Hermione

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20:48

I have to say that the night life in Miami is absolutely beautiful. It's pitch black outside, except for all the streetlamps and the faint light spewing out from windows. Even though I only have an aerial view of the place, I can already see what it looks like up-close.

I also have to say, or in this case write, that I'm very gracious that Malfoy let me take the window seat on this flight. I was scared that someone else would just happen to spill something on me. This view is just amazing to look at, too, and I think I caught Malfoy looking over my shoulder to take a peek as well.

That's beside the point. This view is entirely romantic and this is one of those moments where I wish I had someone to call my own. I guess a nice passionate kiss wouldn't be too bad on board a plane. I also wonder what a rendezvous would be like in the loo… My mind is already starting to wander.

Back in London it would be almost 3 in the morning, very late indeed. I had taken a long nap aboard the flight to Washington D.C. It was after Malfoy had taken the liberty to use me as a pillow. So technically we were sleeping together for a few hours. Now don't use your mind for dirty thoughts… I would never go that far with Malfoy.

When I get to where ever it is our final destination is for the night, I'm going straight to sleep. So I'll write tomorrow after breakfast.

Love,

Hermione