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Hey guys. This is really late, I'm sorry. First week of school finally over! School's just starting and its already making me stressed. The updates are gonna be a few days late or in worse case scenarios, no more than two weeks late. :-) Anyways, I hope you enjoy this filler chapter. We're getting close to Italy, my dudes! :-) This chapter is really short but please bear with me.

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Chapter 4 - Another Muggle-Contraption Ride

Saturday | May 25, 2001

Draco looked out of the window of one of the muggle transportations Potter and Granger were talking about. He sat at the very front almost beside Potter who was behind the wheel. They rode a car, well at least that's what the two call it. To Draco, most muggle things are called unreliable-maybe-unsafe-muggle-inventions-that-could-kill-you-at-any-time.

They arrived at a three to four story building. Draco saw letters at the very top front of the building; it read, British Airlines. It seemed small compared to what Hermione kept on telling him before. It was apparent she's been to other airports other than the one in London. Draco opened the car door and set his foot outside to look at his surroundings before actually getting out.

Harry was already out of the driver's seat and walked over to the trunk of the car to retrieve Draco's items. Draco thought he could just make his luggage small enough to fit in his pocket to avoid carrying it around. Of course, Potter thought it was awfully lazy of him but it was certainly a much more convenient way but they couldn't risk looking out of place – as much as Draco already was. Harry insisted that he just carry it for a few moments then check the bag in like the muggles.

Like the Muggles.

That's a phrase Draco thought would never use or hear from someone. He almost shook his head. Draco wasn't affected by his utterly wrong upbringing but it still confused the shit out of him to pretend he was a muggle. It was almost a repulsive thought but it wasn't.

"Malfoy, good luck. Hope you listened to what I said about what to do."

Draco scoffed but still said his thanks to the-boy-who-lived. Could this day be any odder? The blonde wizard walked up to the automatic doors of the building and noticed so many muggles in one place. He felt a little claustrophobic not seeing any one of the same sort as him. It was very weird. He ignored the annoying feeling and proceeded to the check in area.

He waited in line for the airport staff to finally check his items but it was taking too long. Draco stood impatiently while tapping his foot when someone tapped his shoulder. He turned around rather sharply to look at who it was and saw a blonde woman behind him looking as unamused as he was. Draco hissed, "What do you want?"

"If it's not too much to ask, will you refrain from tapping your foot? It annoys the shite out of me-

Draco raised one of his eyebrows, "Oh yeah? Not as much as your face annoys me."

The woman scowled at him. A scowl that reminded him so much of Hermione except the woman in front of him wasn't her. This woman was so far from her. She had strawberry blonde wavy hair and green eyes while Hermione had those two toffee-colored. Hermione's nose was button-like while this lady's was thin and narrow, much like his mother's. Yes, they were very different from each other.

He turned around and waited for his turn not bothering to entertain the woman behind him who kept on tapping his damn shoulder. A few more taps and he was ready to burst. Good thing, he finally got his turn at the desk and checked in his things before snapping. Draco walked towards the café at the airport to get some tea.

After thirty minutes of just sitting at the nearly deserted café, his flight was called. He walked to the boarding area and handed his ticket to the staff at the gate. Draco had to walk a not-so-very-long hallway towards the entryway of the plane.

He entered the muggle transportation and was welcomed by two ladies who wore matching navy blue pencil skirts and vests on top of a three-quarters white button up. Draco walked by a very comfortable looking place at the front of the plane. It had separate seats and dividers but they were all filled up because there were only a few seats.

What the hell. Why am I not with those people? What did Potter sign me up to?!

Draco continued walking and looked down at his ticket. It said Economy Class: Seat 35C. The hell that means. Him and a whole other people walked by the really amazing looking area and through a curtain where it was a little less great and thought it was his stop but didn't see his assigned seat there. He proceeded to the part where it was bloody crowded and made him more claustrophobic than he was before.

He finally reached a stop where it said his assigned seat and moved to the very far right. Draco almost sighed when he realized he sat beside a window but yes, almost. As he looked at the runway outside and found it empty. Draco felt someone moving to sit beside him. He turned his head and almost shrieked.

"What the bloody fuck are you doing here?"

The blonde woman pretended to be hurt by his use of words that made Draco roll his eyes, "Well, if you must know. You've hurt my feelings. Anyways, this is a public transportation, is it not? Didn't know you owned it. And if you did, wouldn't you be in first class or maybe right beside the pilot-

"A pilot? What is that?" Draco looked at her oddly, "You know what, just shut the fuck up and let me at least enjoy this one bloody hell of a two-hour ride."

"HA! I knew it!" The look on Draco's face didn't diminish, it only intensified. He felt worried that he might need to obliviate the woman next to him. "The infamous Death Eater son. Draco Malfoy."

Draco felt abashed at her words as she continued, "What a damn luck I have. I'm Octavia Holley, Daily Prophet journalist." She held out her hand, waiting for him to shake it. "I'm one of Rita Skeeter's apprentices."

He felt like he wanted to throw up at the mention of Skeeter's name and he didn't shake the woman's hand. That old hag wrote tons of scandals that were mostly proven wrong about his family. He wanted to hex the shite out of that bat. Draco didn't know Skeeter has been educating people on how to get in everyone's personal lives. What a job. "What do you want?"

"Nothing, really." Octavia shrugged and brought her waiting hand down. "I'm on vacation, you know. I'm off to visit my family in Italy. I haven't seen them in a while. What about you?"

Draco shut his eyes as his attempt to block out the talkative woman beside him. He breathed in a deep breath and silently prayed to not hex anyone in the next two hours.

Music Selection: Wherever You Will Go - Lifehouse

"If I could, then I would.
I'll go wherever you will go.
Way up high or down low.
I'll go wherever you will go."

I LOVE THIS SONG. ANYWAYS, what did you guys think of Octavia? I love the name Octavia. It was one of my choices for Hermione's middle name but I ended up with Oriana. :) I love unique names, tbh. :-) Please don't forget to review!

All the love, A.