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The Christikon Way
Chapter Four
As they sat in their seats, Hermione looked at him with a broad smile on her face.
"What?" He asked when he noticed her looking at him.
"Hee hee. I got the window seat again." She said, laughing slightly at the way her voice sounded.
"Yea, yea, yea. Rub it in why don't you." He grumbled to her.
She then pulled out a book and the silence covered them like a blanket.
The flight attendant went over the safety procedures, but neither of them paid much attention. They had been over this already a few hours ago.
Then the plane took off.
Ten minutes into the flight, Hermione couldn't take it anymore.
"It's too quiet." She said to him, not taking her eyes off her book.
She waited for a response.
Silence.
She sighed at his lack of a response and looked up.
He was immersed in a book and had headphones on.
She sighed again.
Then the flight attendant rolled her cart up to them.
"Would you like a complimentary drink?" She asked in her stupid cookie cutter voice.
"Ginger Ale, please," Hermione replied. She then saw the perfect revenge for being slugged earlier on the last plane.
She grabbed the side of Draco's headphones and snapped it back into his head. (A/N: Did that make any sense?)
He removed his headphones and asked her, the irritation apparent in his voice, "What was that for?"
Hermione just pointed to the flight attendant and he turned to where she was pointing.
"Oh." He said.
"Would you like a complimentary drink?" She asked him.
"Yes, please. A Ginger Ale." He said politely.
She served him his drink and moved on.
"What was that for?" He asked her yet again.
"I showed you. And if that isn't a good enough reason for you, tough nuggies."
"What I mean is, why did you snap me with my headphones?" He asked, the irritation returning in his voice.
"Oh, that. Revenge." She told him simply.
"For what?!" He asked her.
"For you slugging me earlier." She said.
"Well...well...I didn't know you believed in revenge." He said, changing the butt of the conversation to her.
"I usually don't. Unless it has to do with something you did to me. Then I fully believe in it." She stated simply.
"Urgh! You're impossible!" He said.
"Why thank you!" She said, pulling out her headphones and a deck of cards.
"What are you doing?" He asked her.
"I'm going to play solitaire with some music, if that's alright with you." She said, but didn't wait for an answer. She already had her headphones on and turned up as loud as possible to block out any response from him.
He sighed in frustration before returning to his book and music, also. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"We are now entering the Minneapolis St. Paul region. Please turn off all electronics at this time and fasten your seatbelts. We will be landing in approximately three minutes. Thank you for flying Continental Airlines." The cookie cutter voice announced over the intercom.
Hermione and Draco made sure to take off their headphones before the other had a chance to 'get their attention.'
The plane landed shortly afterwards and they got off and walked out into the food court again.
"You know what I feel like getting right now?" Hermione asked Draco.
"What?" He asked.
"ICE CREAM!" She said and dragged him by the hand over to a Dairy Queen.
"I would like one Butterfinger blizzard, please." She told the cashier sweetly, not noticing she was still holding Draco's hand.
"Coming right up. And for you, sir?" He asked.
"Um...I'll have the same." He said.
Moments later they were eating Butterfinger blizzards and walking toward their next gate.
"I'm in B16. You?" Draco said, taking his ticket out of his pocket and looking at it.
"Um..." Hermione replied, taking her ticket out of her purse, "Same. What seat?"
"14B, you?"
"I'm seeing a trend, here. 14A." She said.
"I don't want to be stuck with you again!" He said, pulling a pretty funny looking horrified face.
"And you think I like it?" She asked, gently pushing him aside so that he made this little curve in his walking.
"Yup. You're very honored to be spending such a long time with me, the Slytherin King!" He said proudly, throwing an arm around her shoulder casually.
"Sure. That's exactly what I was thinking!" She said sarcastically as they made their way to their gate.
"I bet it was." He said smugly.
"Right. Well, our plane will be boarding in a few minutes, so I'm going to go finish my blizzard and use the restroom. I'll meet you in five?" She asked him, putting her ticket back in her purse.
"Yea, sure." He mumbled, and walked over to an empty seat.
"See you in a few." She said, making a beeline for the bathroom.
The Christikon Way
Chapter Four
As they sat in their seats, Hermione looked at him with a broad smile on her face.
"What?" He asked when he noticed her looking at him.
"Hee hee. I got the window seat again." She said, laughing slightly at the way her voice sounded.
"Yea, yea, yea. Rub it in why don't you." He grumbled to her.
She then pulled out a book and the silence covered them like a blanket.
The flight attendant went over the safety procedures, but neither of them paid much attention. They had been over this already a few hours ago.
Then the plane took off.
Ten minutes into the flight, Hermione couldn't take it anymore.
"It's too quiet." She said to him, not taking her eyes off her book.
She waited for a response.
Silence.
She sighed at his lack of a response and looked up.
He was immersed in a book and had headphones on.
She sighed again.
Then the flight attendant rolled her cart up to them.
"Would you like a complimentary drink?" She asked in her stupid cookie cutter voice.
"Ginger Ale, please," Hermione replied. She then saw the perfect revenge for being slugged earlier on the last plane.
She grabbed the side of Draco's headphones and snapped it back into his head. (A/N: Did that make any sense?)
He removed his headphones and asked her, the irritation apparent in his voice, "What was that for?"
Hermione just pointed to the flight attendant and he turned to where she was pointing.
"Oh." He said.
"Would you like a complimentary drink?" She asked him.
"Yes, please. A Ginger Ale." He said politely.
She served him his drink and moved on.
"What was that for?" He asked her yet again.
"I showed you. And if that isn't a good enough reason for you, tough nuggies."
"What I mean is, why did you snap me with my headphones?" He asked, the irritation returning in his voice.
"Oh, that. Revenge." She told him simply.
"For what?!" He asked her.
"For you slugging me earlier." She said.
"Well...well...I didn't know you believed in revenge." He said, changing the butt of the conversation to her.
"I usually don't. Unless it has to do with something you did to me. Then I fully believe in it." She stated simply.
"Urgh! You're impossible!" He said.
"Why thank you!" She said, pulling out her headphones and a deck of cards.
"What are you doing?" He asked her.
"I'm going to play solitaire with some music, if that's alright with you." She said, but didn't wait for an answer. She already had her headphones on and turned up as loud as possible to block out any response from him.
He sighed in frustration before returning to his book and music, also. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"We are now entering the Minneapolis St. Paul region. Please turn off all electronics at this time and fasten your seatbelts. We will be landing in approximately three minutes. Thank you for flying Continental Airlines." The cookie cutter voice announced over the intercom.
Hermione and Draco made sure to take off their headphones before the other had a chance to 'get their attention.'
The plane landed shortly afterwards and they got off and walked out into the food court again.
"You know what I feel like getting right now?" Hermione asked Draco.
"What?" He asked.
"ICE CREAM!" She said and dragged him by the hand over to a Dairy Queen.
"I would like one Butterfinger blizzard, please." She told the cashier sweetly, not noticing she was still holding Draco's hand.
"Coming right up. And for you, sir?" He asked.
"Um...I'll have the same." He said.
Moments later they were eating Butterfinger blizzards and walking toward their next gate.
"I'm in B16. You?" Draco said, taking his ticket out of his pocket and looking at it.
"Um..." Hermione replied, taking her ticket out of her purse, "Same. What seat?"
"14B, you?"
"I'm seeing a trend, here. 14A." She said.
"I don't want to be stuck with you again!" He said, pulling a pretty funny looking horrified face.
"And you think I like it?" She asked, gently pushing him aside so that he made this little curve in his walking.
"Yup. You're very honored to be spending such a long time with me, the Slytherin King!" He said proudly, throwing an arm around her shoulder casually.
"Sure. That's exactly what I was thinking!" She said sarcastically as they made their way to their gate.
"I bet it was." He said smugly.
"Right. Well, our plane will be boarding in a few minutes, so I'm going to go finish my blizzard and use the restroom. I'll meet you in five?" She asked him, putting her ticket back in her purse.
"Yea, sure." He mumbled, and walked over to an empty seat.
"See you in a few." She said, making a beeline for the bathroom.