Chapter 2
Hermione
The trio, now including a giggling Ginny, were now riding in a muggle limousine towards the ship that would take them across the ocean to America. Hermione, spent most of the ride, absentmindedly staring out of the window, taking moments to stare down at her book on The History of America's Wizards and Witches. She didn't want to show up without any knowledge of their history and culture. She always found other Wizards history simply fascinating. She remembered being at the Quidditch World Cup and realizing just how many other countries had magic spilling out of them. It was hard to remember that sometimes, when you were going to a school as amazing as Hogwarts.
Hogwarts. How she had missed it. She had reluctantly accepted traveling across the globe doing interviews instead of returning for her seventh year. Eventually, she inwardly accepted this was a good idea, as she could meet so many other wizards and witches across the world. There was always a constant war going on inside her head, Hogwarts vs Seeing the world. If only she could've waited to travel until after completing her seventh year. Perhaps then she could find more peace with her decision.
She was startled out of her thoughts as she felt Ron grabbing her hand exclaiming, "Hermione! Don't just sit there! Get out and look at this bloody ship!". She let him pull her haphazardly out of the car as she gazed up at the ship. It was hard to argue with herself anymore as she tried to take in the massive sight.
Her thoughts were once again interrupted as several tiny house elves appeared grabbing all of their belongings and placing them on a buggy. "Oooo let me help you, please, I insist", Hermione tried to tell the house elves, but to her disappointment they looked quite affronted by her offer to help.
"Gesssh Hermione, let the house elves do their job, thats what they are here for, come on", as he dragged her away from them. She felt herself turning red with frustration at Ron and how the house elves still worked like slaves. Didn't Ron understand how passionate she was about this by now? Breathe she told herself. You are about to get on this amazing ship and you can't have Ron bothering you already.
Draco
Draco and Blaise strolled out of the dingy hotel room they had stayed in the previous night heading down a cobblestone street. They were silent as they crept a long, looking for somewhere to eat. Draco noticed a grungy pub up some dark stairs. He looked at Blaise, received a shrug, and swaggered up towards the place. After everything they had been through, a creepy place filled with muggles was the least of their worries.
Blaise had grown accustom to Draco dragging him into unforgiving and peculiar places. It seemed that Draco had decided to just live life and not hold himself back. He seemed to almost be turning into an adrenaline junky, but when you can do wandless magic as strong as Draco could, there really wasn't any limit to what you would do.
They found themselves sitting at a dirty table, playing cards with two muggle men. This had become a particular amusing past time, as they could always win, and the muggles would never be any the wiser. Blaise had protested at this in the beginning of their travels, but quickly gave in. Seeing as, Draco was not the rich bloke he was used to, taking some easy cash from muggles now and then wasn't the worst thing they could be getting into.
All four men, two muggles, two wizards, unknowingly to the surrounding audience, were silent as they stared at their cards, chancing glances at each others eyes and the small pile of treasure that lay in front of them. This was becoming too easy for Draco, as he was extremely skilled in Legilimency. Besides, muggles were just way too easy to read.
Blaise was patiently waiting for Draco to win already, he was ready to find something to eat and to move on to their next destination, where ever that may be. He was hoping they could find somewhere a little bit classier than their current location. Perhaps there would be some pretty girls there too, that would be a nice distraction. While they had stopped in a few very unclassy joints with girls leaving little to the imagination, prancing around them, craving their touch, he had got bored with this quickly. Draco had surprisingly lacked interest from the first one they stopped in, seeming more interested in talking to the slags than anything more. What in the world could they say that could be so interesting? I was brought back to the game when Draco had stepped on my foot.
Blaise, glancing again between his cards and the others, showed his hand, revealing defeat. Draco, chuckled, despite himself, as the second muggle showed his hand showing a flush. Draco looked at Blaise, "So..Blaise, do you get sea sick easily? Because we are going to America! Full house!".