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A/N: Here's another chappy that you guys have waited for for soooooo long. I'm sorry it took forever. I've had a lot going on lately and I just realized that you guys probably want to know what happens next. I'm going to try to make the chapters longer to compensate for the wait. Maybe I'll get another out after this one. Well...on with the story!
Chapter Five
"You know, you don't have to look so sour. I only left for five minutes." Hermione said when she saw Draco glaring at the floor with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Yes I do. It's in my job description." He replied, not looking up from the spot on the floor that held his interest.
"And what else is in that job description?" She asked, sitting down next to him.
"Staring at spots on the floor that bug me, getting top notch grades, and being the perfect Slytherin." He said, finally looking up and getting his ticket out as the attendant asked the first class people to come up with their tickets ready and their carry-ons with them.
"Right. Very interesting." Hermione said, getting her ticket out as well and looking at it, clearly not interested in his 'job description'.
"Rows one through fifteen please come up to the desk and get in line." The attendant's voice sounded over the intercom once again.
Hermione and Draco got up at once and bent over to get their bags. The only problem was that their bags were between them and when they bent over to get them they smacked foreheads.
They both shot back up again and held their foreheads with their hands.
"Damn it." Hermione said, sitting back down.
Draco just started mumbling to himself about people who didn't look where they were putting their heads...or maybe it was about children sound asleep in their beds....Hermione couldn't really tell.
"Sorry." Hermione said, grabbing her bag and standing up again. She turned and waited for him to follow suit.
He was quiet for a minute and then said, "It's fine."
And all Hermione could think was, 'Woa! He didn't verbally attack me for bumping him!'
He grabbed his bag and they walked to the line. It turned out they were the last ones to board because of their little collision.
When they were on the plane, Hermione was about to sit down but stopped herself.
"Do you want window seat?"
Draco was surprised- no; beyond surprised- that she had offered him the window.
"Um...sure. Thanks." He said.
When they both had sat down, they noticed that the plane was very small. Of course, what did you expect? I mean, it was going to Montana of all places. I mean, the tallest building in the state only has eighteen floors. Who would really want to go there for pleasure?
Draco and Hermione! Duh!
Well, they looked around and noticed that the seats weren't very full. Even though they were only going to Montana, usually they flights are full.
"Well, this way if we get tired we can lay down. Not too shabby." Hermione said, sitting back and trying to get as comfortable as possible.
"Where are you going to stay when you get there?" Draco asked her, also sitting back and fastening his seat belt.
"With my brother, Mike. He's lived in Montana for a few years now. He was a counselor at our camp for a few years, but now he's got a good job and can't leave for the whole summer. It's too bad. I fly all the way over here and only get to see him for a few days. I miss him so much!" She said, sighing. "Where are you staying?"
"With my cousin. He's going to be picking me up at the airport in Billings. We're going to stay in town with one of his friends for the night and then leave for Big Timber the next day. I leave for camp a few days after that."
"Cool." Hermione said.
And that was the end of their conversation for a while.
After the plane took off, yet another stupid cookie cutter voice made it's way to their ears and asked them if they wanted yet another 'complimentary drink'.
"Ginger Ale, please." They both said together.
After the stuartess served them their drinks and moved on, Hermione said with a little giggle, "I think we're spending too much time together."
"Gee, where did you get a crazy idea like that?" Draco returned, sarcasm painted on his words.
"Oh, I don't know! Maybe from the fact that we're saying the same things at the same time." She said, pulling out her book.
"You do know that was a rhetorical question, right?" Draco asked her, not believing that she actually answered the question.
"Yes, I did. I just felt like answering the question anyway." She said, taking a sip of her drink.
"Right. I totally believe that one." Draco said, pulling his discman out and putting his headphones on.
"You are such a prick." Hermione said, shaking her head and cracking open her book, though smiling all the time. She couldn't help but think, 'He just might be growing on me.'
A/N: I'm only stopping now because it's late and I have Jazz Band early tomorrow morning. I'll try to get another chappy up soon, though.
A/N: Here's another chappy that you guys have waited for for soooooo long. I'm sorry it took forever. I've had a lot going on lately and I just realized that you guys probably want to know what happens next. I'm going to try to make the chapters longer to compensate for the wait. Maybe I'll get another out after this one. Well...on with the story!
Chapter Five
"You know, you don't have to look so sour. I only left for five minutes." Hermione said when she saw Draco glaring at the floor with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Yes I do. It's in my job description." He replied, not looking up from the spot on the floor that held his interest.
"And what else is in that job description?" She asked, sitting down next to him.
"Staring at spots on the floor that bug me, getting top notch grades, and being the perfect Slytherin." He said, finally looking up and getting his ticket out as the attendant asked the first class people to come up with their tickets ready and their carry-ons with them.
"Right. Very interesting." Hermione said, getting her ticket out as well and looking at it, clearly not interested in his 'job description'.
"Rows one through fifteen please come up to the desk and get in line." The attendant's voice sounded over the intercom once again.
Hermione and Draco got up at once and bent over to get their bags. The only problem was that their bags were between them and when they bent over to get them they smacked foreheads.
They both shot back up again and held their foreheads with their hands.
"Damn it." Hermione said, sitting back down.
Draco just started mumbling to himself about people who didn't look where they were putting their heads...or maybe it was about children sound asleep in their beds....Hermione couldn't really tell.
"Sorry." Hermione said, grabbing her bag and standing up again. She turned and waited for him to follow suit.
He was quiet for a minute and then said, "It's fine."
And all Hermione could think was, 'Woa! He didn't verbally attack me for bumping him!'
He grabbed his bag and they walked to the line. It turned out they were the last ones to board because of their little collision.
When they were on the plane, Hermione was about to sit down but stopped herself.
"Do you want window seat?"
Draco was surprised- no; beyond surprised- that she had offered him the window.
"Um...sure. Thanks." He said.
When they both had sat down, they noticed that the plane was very small. Of course, what did you expect? I mean, it was going to Montana of all places. I mean, the tallest building in the state only has eighteen floors. Who would really want to go there for pleasure?
Draco and Hermione! Duh!
Well, they looked around and noticed that the seats weren't very full. Even though they were only going to Montana, usually they flights are full.
"Well, this way if we get tired we can lay down. Not too shabby." Hermione said, sitting back and trying to get as comfortable as possible.
"Where are you going to stay when you get there?" Draco asked her, also sitting back and fastening his seat belt.
"With my brother, Mike. He's lived in Montana for a few years now. He was a counselor at our camp for a few years, but now he's got a good job and can't leave for the whole summer. It's too bad. I fly all the way over here and only get to see him for a few days. I miss him so much!" She said, sighing. "Where are you staying?"
"With my cousin. He's going to be picking me up at the airport in Billings. We're going to stay in town with one of his friends for the night and then leave for Big Timber the next day. I leave for camp a few days after that."
"Cool." Hermione said.
And that was the end of their conversation for a while.
After the plane took off, yet another stupid cookie cutter voice made it's way to their ears and asked them if they wanted yet another 'complimentary drink'.
"Ginger Ale, please." They both said together.
After the stuartess served them their drinks and moved on, Hermione said with a little giggle, "I think we're spending too much time together."
"Gee, where did you get a crazy idea like that?" Draco returned, sarcasm painted on his words.
"Oh, I don't know! Maybe from the fact that we're saying the same things at the same time." She said, pulling out her book.
"You do know that was a rhetorical question, right?" Draco asked her, not believing that she actually answered the question.
"Yes, I did. I just felt like answering the question anyway." She said, taking a sip of her drink.
"Right. I totally believe that one." Draco said, pulling his discman out and putting his headphones on.
"You are such a prick." Hermione said, shaking her head and cracking open her book, though smiling all the time. She couldn't help but think, 'He just might be growing on me.'
A/N: I'm only stopping now because it's late and I have Jazz Band early tomorrow morning. I'll try to get another chappy up soon, though.