Author's Beginning Note: Well, finally, this story is alive again. I've been really busy lately, and I suppose this story has been neglected due to that. *grin* Notes continued at the end of the chapter. Please enjoy.

Thanks To:

- Melissa - You gave me this idea and ever since I've had it in my mind to finish this story. Now, with you helping me out, I think I might be able to. Your comments help me when I write. I know no matter what I do, you'll always support me. Thank you. *hugs*

- To Everyone Else - I'm still to lazy to do all the individual thank you's, but maybe eventually I will. I'd like to thank you all for your kind comments (Well, most of them..) That you gave to me. I'm hoping you guys will stick with me as I try to bring this story back together. It's been a while since I've written on this story, so if it seems different from the first chapter, you know why. Well, I hope you enjoy chapter 2.

Now.. Onto the story...

Going to America

Chapter Two

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Draco loaded his trunk into one of the school cars that had been arranged to pick up the twenty groups of students. After his trunk was loaded in, he helped Blaise get his in, giving the other boy a nervous smile.

Once they were done loading their trunks into the magically expanded car trunk, the two slipped into the limo.

Blaise sat next to Draco. Harry, Hermione, and Ron slid in across from them, and began to talk amongst themselves quietly.

"Ever been on a plane, Blaise?" Draco asked timidly.

Blaise turned toward Draco and nodded. "Once before. When we were going to see my aunt and uncle in Africa." Draco began to fiddle with the clasp on his cloak.

"Why? Have you?" Blaise appeared to be rather amused at the thought of Draco Malfoy being afraid of something.

"No. Um, is it scary? I've always been a bit nervous of heights." Draco admitted. Blaise raised an eyebrow. "How can you be afraid of heights? You're the best seeker Slytherin has had in a long time!"

"If he's the best, I'd hate to see the others." Ron Weasley taunted from the other seat. "And we're still going to beat you next year." He added with a glare at the two Slytherins.

"Weasley, why don't you mind your own business?" Blaise growled, glaring back at the red head. "Stay out of our conversations." Ron continued to glare back, then turned back to Harry and Hermione.

"I know I'm a seeker," Draco replied, "but I hate heights. It's hard to explain. I love to fly, but I hate the heights." He shook his head. "Funny if you think about it."

Blaise chuckled and slapped Draco's shoulder. "No, a plane is different from a broom."

Draco glared at him. "I know that, Zabini. I'm not stupid." Blaise grinned, "Well, you never know."

Draco shoved him, growling, "I'm not!"

Blaise laughed. "If you get all scared on the plan ride," He trailed off. "Don't worry. You'll be busy, I'm sure."

Draco sent him a bewildered look. "What do you mean by that?"

Blaise glanced toward the Gryffindor trio, whom were still ignoring them. "I brought some alcoholic butter beer." He winked and patted the backpack in his lap. Draco grinned. "Whatever for?"

"Get you drunk, duh! I figured you'd be all nervous. If you're drunk off your arse, you won't notice that we're thousands of feet in the air." Blaise unzipped the bag, which was magically enlarged as well, and pulled out a bottle of what looked to be apple juice.

"See? No one will notice." He handed it to Draco.

"Suppose you're right," Draco took the bottle. "What harm could it do?" He uncapped the bottle and took a swig of it.

"Loads," Mumbled Blaise, grinning. "Like it?"

Draco gave a nod to Blaise, grinned, and down some more. "You bet. Tastes great. Don't you want any?"

Blaise glanced at the bottle then at Draco. "Why not?" He grinned and snatched the bottle from Draco. "I have a lot more, too."

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"Listen up!"

The five students stopped conversing and turned to their two professors. "You're not to act up on this plane ride. Too many muggles around."

"That's why we had you lose the robes." Added Professor Lupin. Snape sneered at him.

"Right, so, if you mess up, I'm taking points off from your house when we return to Hogwarts." Snape said gruffly.

"And more points from me." Lupin added again.

"Now this plane ride will take quite a while. We're in first class, though." Snape sneered once more at Remus.

"What's first class?" Ron whispered to Hermione.

"Mr. Weasley! Be quiet." Snape snarled.

Draco glanced at Ron, wondering the same thing as the red headed boy. "Sir?"

Snape looked to him. "Yes, Draco?" He gave what must have been a smile, but seemed oddly disfigured and unpleasant.

"What is first class?" Ron sent him a thoughtful look, but Draco didn't notice. "Well, it's higher than the other ones." Snickered Blaise beside him.

"Take it as this, Mr. Malfoy, it was made for people like your family." Snape glared.

Ron rolled his eyes, looking away from Draco.

Draco blinked. "Cost differences?" He sent a questioning look to Blaise. "Yes, Draco, now be quiet." Snape hissed, then turned to speak to Remus.

Remus nodded as Snape finished, and headed up to a long line, obviously to get onto the plane. Snape ushered the teens toward the line.

Blaise shifted to face Draco, who looked slightly dazed.

"You feeling all right?" He couldn't help the grin creeping across his face, knowing Draco had drank nearly all the butter beer he'd brought on the ride over.

"Um, I don't think so." Draco glanced at him. "Think maybe I shouldn't have had that last butter beer?" Blaise smiled and patted Draco's shoulder. "You'll be glad when it kicks in. Just wait and see."

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"Hey Blaise?" Draco said as he sat down next to Blaise on the plane, "I think that it's finally kicking in. I can't feel me legs."

"You can't feel your legs? What the fuck are you talking about?" The woman standing next to them in the aisle gaped at the use of the cuss word, and scolded at Blaise.

"Sorry, Ma'am!" He grinned as the woman glared, turning back around to go to her own seat. "Bitch.." He muttered.

Draco was staring at the ceiling of the plane, as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. "Um, Draco?" Blaise poked him. Draco jumped. "Merlin's bear, Blaise! Don't do that!" The man across the aisle from them turned his curious gaze on the two of them.

Snape appeared beside them. "Boys,"

Both Draco and Blaise jumped this time. "For fuck's sake!" Blaise covered his mouth. "Sorry, Sir. Don't do that though!" Draco smirked at Blaise.

"Don't make me separate the two of you." Snape warned.

"We'll be good. Uh oh, I've got to go to the bathroom." Draco hopped up from his seat, and quickly went to the restroom.

Snape watched his student go, noting the way Draco was dragging his feet along, as if he could barely control his legs.

"Mr. Zabini, did you give Draco something ?"

"It was just apple juice!" Blaise said quickly, and a bit too obviously. "Oops,"

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Draco's POV

After relieving himself, Draco stood, staring at the toilet. He looked around it, trying to figure out how to flush the thing. "How on Earth..?" He leaned over the bowl, and spotted a red button.

"Oh, right. Duh, Draco!" He pressed the button, still leaning over the bowl. "Gah!" He yelped, his tie getting caught in the suction of the water.

Various words were said, then Draco took out his wand, pointed it at his tie, and muttered a charm which ripped his tie in two.

Water blew from the bowl as the other half of his tie went down the drain, sending Draco flying backwards.

He hit the opposite wall with another yelp of surprise. Draco sat on the floor, looking fascinated, and finally said in awe, "That was wicked."

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Blaise's POV

Blaise sat listening to the movies that was being shown. He was quite confused. Then finally, he decided he did not like this movie at all.

He kept watching until he was tapped on the shoulder. He turned to find Remus Lupin glaring at him.

"where is Mr. Malfoy?" He hissed.

Blaise noticed only now that Draco's seat was empty.

"He went to the restroom, Sir." Blaise glanced back to the movie screen. "For an hour, Mr. Zabini?" Blaise looked down at his watch. Lupin was correct, Draco had been gone for over an hour. Blaise slipped out of his seat.

"I'll go find him." He slid past Lupin, toward the restroom area.

when Blaise arrived, there was a long line of angry looking people standing outside the restrooms. A flight attendant was banging on the door.

Blaise moved to the front of the crowd and shoved the woman aside. "Move," He commanded and she did just that.

Blaise wheeled around to face the door. He knocked. There was no answer. "Draco honey? Are you in there?" He put on his best Pansy Parkinson voice. "Dray! Darling, come out," The people around him were looking puzzled, some amused more than others.

Finally, the door clicked open and Draco stepped out. Blaise furrowed his brows.

"What the hell happened to you?" He asked upon noticing Draco's tip torn in half, his shoe laces missing, along with one of his shoes, and his socks were gone as well.

"Lord, what the hell did happen to you?"

"It-it ate my tie then my shoe laces. Then my shoe and my s-socks." He shivered, and only then did Blaise notice he was soaked with water.

Draco flung his arms around Blaise's neck. "It was my favorite tie!" He sobbed.

Blaise glanced at the crowd. "Drunk." He mouthed.

The flight attendant handed Blaise a towel. "Heh, thanks." He wrapped the towel around Draco's shoulders and led the blonde back to their seats. On passing the Gryffindor trio and the two professors, Blaise glanced to a concerned looking Lupin then to a smirking Snape. He ignored everyone's curious looks and sat down in his seat, pulling Draco onto his lap. "Do you feel any better?" Blaise asked.

Before Draco could reply, Harry plopped down in Draco's vacated seat. "Professors want to know what happened to him," Harry looked as if he was suppressing the urge to laugh. "And where are his socks?" Draco glared at Harry. "None of your business, Potter." Harry raised an eyebrow. "Are you wet, too?"

Blaise glared and shoved Harry from Draco's seat. "Tell them he is sick. Now go away, Potter."

After Harry had gone, Blaise shifted Draco in his lap so that he could watch the movie he'd been watching before.

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Harry sat down beside Ron, whom was peering out the window as the clouds streamed by in giant, puffy streams.

Professor Lupin, who was seated in front of the two boys, turned around in his seat to face them. "So, what did they say?" He asked. "Blaise said he got sick. I don't think that's right. Malfoy was all wet and missing shoes and socks." Harry replied, trying not to laugh, but failing miserably. Ron snorted a chuckle at his side.

"I knew it!" The two boys and Professor Lupin boy jumped.

"Knew what?" Hermione asked across the aisle from Ron and Harry. She looked up from her book and to Professor Snape. Snape ignored her and whispered into Remus's ear. "DRUNK! What do you mean?!" Remus cried.

Snape glared at Remus, glancing back at his three students. "Blaise said he gave Draco apple juice. Blaise is in my house. I knew he was lying. Then there was the way Draco was walking," Remus gazed over his shoulder. He could see Draco sound asleep in Blaise's lap. "Do you really think so? Why would he do that?"

"Um," Remus looked back to Snape, who lowered his voice and replied, "he's afraid of heights."

Remus looked at him as if he were insane. "How can that be? He's Slytherin's seeker!" Remus whispered back to him. Snape gave a withering glare in Remus's direction and the conversation was dropped, leaving the students to wonder what exactly Snape had said.

"So he didn't have on socks?" Ron grinned at Harry.

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It had been well over an hour later since the Draco incident. Ron had fallen asleep, head on Harry's shoulder and was snoring quietly.

Harry poked his head between the two professor's seats and asked the one question that had been bothering him since he had sat down on the plane. "Where in the United States are we going, exactly?" He asked.

Remus, who was still awake, while Professor Snape had fallen asleep soon after Ron, smiled pleasantly at Harry. "New Orleans." Harry smiled. "Thanks, Professor." Remus shrugged and Harry leaned back in his seat.

Great, Harry thought to himself, I'm going to have to spend Lord knows how long in New Orleans, where ever that is. He paused, then groaned inwardly. And to top it all off, with Malfoy, Zabini, and Snape. Perfect. Harry sighed and leaned back. My rear hurts from sitting so long. I hope we get there soon. He thought again, turning his head and gazing out the window.

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Author's Ending Note: All I have to say is.. Woo-hoo!! I'm finally done typing this thing. I thought my hands would fall off with all this none-stop typing. *grin* Well, I do hope you all enjoyed this chapter. It was meant to be made into two chapters, but I combined them. So now, I'm starting on the third chapter.. Which I have nothing written on as of now. O_o; Oh, joy!

Well, I should get started on the next chapter. It should be out sooner or later. (You all going for sooner?) Welp, cheerio!

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