CHAPTER 3: THE ARRIVAL AT NEW YORK
"Mudblood," Draco hissed for the third time that hour. But as usual, Hermione acted as if she didn't know him. Or so he thought.
Hermione was comfortably listening to her new CD, headphones on her ears. She was deeply immersed and is enjoying herself, that when Draco shook her out of her own world by poking her hard in the tummy, she was very annoyed. She glared at him and said in her usual annoyed voice, "What?"
"Don't you ignore me again, you mudblood!" Draco said angrily. "Do you know how many times I've shouted myself hoarse?!"
Hermione, who couldn't hear a thing he said because of the headphones, said "Huh?" Draco started to speak again but Hermione still couldn't hear. Finally, she pulled out her headphones. "Now what did you say?" she asked.
Draco looked furious. "You haven't heard a thing I've said! Are you really that deaf?" he said angrily.
"Well sorry," Hermione said sarcastically. "I was trying my best to forget the fact that you're here."
"Pathetic," Draco muttered under his breath. "Anyway, mudblood, where's the loo? My hair's getting messed up. Probably side effects of sitting beside a mudblood."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "It's over there, Ferret face," she pointed to the back of the plane. Without even thanking her, Draco left. Moments later, he came back, a weird expression on his face.
"The-the toilet's...haunted!" he said between gasps for air. "The toilet! It flu-flushed by itself!" The people sitting near them cast odd glances at him.
Hermione laughed.
Draco glared at her. "It's not funny! It's true, I tell you!" he told her.
"That toilet is automatic, Malfoy. It's made to be like that. Oh, you should've seen your face. It was priceless!" Hermione said, giggling.
"Auto what? Never mind. Muggles are really weird creatures," Draco said.
The rest of the plane ride went on like that. Draco was as bossy and demanding, yet clueless when it comes to Muggle stuff, so Hermione tried to explain the things that he encountered, much to her annoyance. When the meals came, Draco ate Hermione's share when she went to the loo. Then when it was time to sleep, the two argued over one pillow, each insisting that it don't belong to the other. It was a miracle none of the passengers seemed to be disturbed by their fight. Then at last, the plane had landed and it was time to go.
"Malfoy," Hermione said. "Malfoy...MALFOY!"
Draco woke up with a start. He blinked and ran his fingers through his messy gelled blond hair. Then, his eyes narrowed when he saw Hermione. "What the hell, Granger? Can't you see the difference between a sleeping and awake person?" he growled.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Yes. Anyway, gather your things now. We've already landed," she told him.
"Landed?" Draco asked in confusion.
"Yes, meaning, we're in New York, you idiot!" Hermione replied as she grabbed her backpack and slung it on her left shoulder.
"Oh, of course, the Gryffindor know-it-all knows everything," Draco sneered. Grabbing his own backpack, he followed Hermione out of the plane and out of the airport. When they were out, Hermione stopped and scanned the busy streets of Neew York.
"What?" Draco asked impatiently. Of course he was still freaked out with the crowd and everything, after all, he is in the Muggle world now.
"Wait a minute, will you?" Hermione snapped as she scanned through the guide book the travel agent gave them. "According here, a chauffer will be waiting for us and then take us to the hotel where we will stay for a while."
"As long as we'll stay at a first class hotel," Draco said. "A Malfoy never stays in such filthy, dirty, damp places such as yours and if *you* let me stay in anything of the sort, hmph! You will pay greatly! And..."
"And what? Huh? You'll tell your father dearest? Pay the Azkaban guards to free him just so he could strangle me?" Hermione said mockingly, arms crossed.
Draco's eyes reduced into slits. He looked at her angrily. How dare that mudblood say such things! He thought. He gritted his teeth and lunged at Hermione, pulling out his fist, when someone cleared his throat. Draco and Hermione forgot about their fight and diverted their attention to a tall, bald muscular man dressed in a tux. He stared at the two.
"Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger?" he addressed. "I am Daniel, your chauffer for the time being. Shall I escort you now to the limousine?"
"A limo? Cool!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Limo? What's a limo?" Draco asked in confusion.
Daniel gave him an odd look as they walked towards the parking lot.
Hermione's shoulders stiffened. The git! She thought. Her eyes darted from Draco to Daniel. She told the chauffer the same lie she said to the guy at the airport. She just hoped he would be as thick as him.
"Oh...I see," Daniel said, looking skeptically at Draco. They stopped walking and he opened the doors of the black limousine, allowing them inside.
"Oh...wonderful!" Hermione said. She yanked Draco who had instantly gone pale and rooted at the spot.
"Malfoy!" Hermione exclaimed, pulling him inside but Draco was stronger than her. "What's wrong?"
Draco pointed to the limo with a white, shaky finger. "It's ho- horrible!" he croaked.
"Get inside. Now!" Hermione said through gritted teeth. Finally, she managed to push him inside despite his protests. She looked at him, surprised. When the car started to move, Draco pounded on the car windows like a wild animal.
"What on earth is happening to you?!" Hermione exclaimed.
"AAAAAHHH!!!!!" Draco screamed as the car turned to the left. He was now clutching Hermione as if his life depended on her.
"Malfoy!!!" Hermione exclaimed, not wanting to be hugged by him.
After much screaming and hugging, they arrived at the hotel, with Draco breathing heavily beside Hermione.
"If you need me, mademoiselle, just call me in this number and I will be gladly in your service," Daniel said politely, handing Hermione a business card.
I never knew chauffers had one, she thought as she and Draco entered the main hall where they were assisted by several hotel staff, many of them ogling at both Hermione and Draco.
"Why did that guy only talk to you?" Draco asked Hermione as they checked in.
"Because I told him you were a lunatic," Hermione told him and grinned at Draco's reaction.
"WHAT?!" Draco exclaimed, looking ready to kill.
Hermione snickered as she led Draco towards the elevator. Of course, Draco refused to go with all his might.
"Never!" he said firmly.
Hermione smiled bitterly. "Do you want to use the stairs? Our rooms are in the 33th floor," she said.
"I am NOT stepping on another Muggle invention! Who knows, purebloods and handsome people like me might-"Draco didn't get to finish his sentence as Hermione pulled him inside and shut the elevator doors close. She was at least grateful that they were alone so no one else can hear Draco's continues rantings about pureblood torture and Muggle cruelness so she don't need to explain about his being insane.
"I will get back at you, Granger. Mark my words..." Draco said angrily, staring icily at her. "You are gonna be so dead for making me go in whatever you call this thing."
Hermione rolled her eyes and stepped out of the elevator as the elevator doors opened and reached their rooms. She threw Draco his room key (who wiped it first with a tissue, saying "Mudblood germs") and he caught it.
"Well, I'm going to rest now. I suggest you do the same since we're going to have a rough day tomorrow," Hermione told him. "And oh, don't leave your room."
Draco stuck his nose in the air in a bratty manner. "You have no right whatsoever to stop me from doing what I want to do!" he said haughtily.
Hermione shrugged, but faced Draco, a gleam in her eye. "Fine. But don't tell me I didn't warn you. After all, Muggles tend to be a little...vicious," she whispered before smiling and going inside her room. This, of course, worked for Draco who panicked at Hermione's words, considering his past experiences with Muggle devices.
"New York, here I come!" was Hermione's last thoughts before she drifted of to sleep.
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"Mudblood," Draco hissed for the third time that hour. But as usual, Hermione acted as if she didn't know him. Or so he thought.
Hermione was comfortably listening to her new CD, headphones on her ears. She was deeply immersed and is enjoying herself, that when Draco shook her out of her own world by poking her hard in the tummy, she was very annoyed. She glared at him and said in her usual annoyed voice, "What?"
"Don't you ignore me again, you mudblood!" Draco said angrily. "Do you know how many times I've shouted myself hoarse?!"
Hermione, who couldn't hear a thing he said because of the headphones, said "Huh?" Draco started to speak again but Hermione still couldn't hear. Finally, she pulled out her headphones. "Now what did you say?" she asked.
Draco looked furious. "You haven't heard a thing I've said! Are you really that deaf?" he said angrily.
"Well sorry," Hermione said sarcastically. "I was trying my best to forget the fact that you're here."
"Pathetic," Draco muttered under his breath. "Anyway, mudblood, where's the loo? My hair's getting messed up. Probably side effects of sitting beside a mudblood."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "It's over there, Ferret face," she pointed to the back of the plane. Without even thanking her, Draco left. Moments later, he came back, a weird expression on his face.
"The-the toilet's...haunted!" he said between gasps for air. "The toilet! It flu-flushed by itself!" The people sitting near them cast odd glances at him.
Hermione laughed.
Draco glared at her. "It's not funny! It's true, I tell you!" he told her.
"That toilet is automatic, Malfoy. It's made to be like that. Oh, you should've seen your face. It was priceless!" Hermione said, giggling.
"Auto what? Never mind. Muggles are really weird creatures," Draco said.
The rest of the plane ride went on like that. Draco was as bossy and demanding, yet clueless when it comes to Muggle stuff, so Hermione tried to explain the things that he encountered, much to her annoyance. When the meals came, Draco ate Hermione's share when she went to the loo. Then when it was time to sleep, the two argued over one pillow, each insisting that it don't belong to the other. It was a miracle none of the passengers seemed to be disturbed by their fight. Then at last, the plane had landed and it was time to go.
"Malfoy," Hermione said. "Malfoy...MALFOY!"
Draco woke up with a start. He blinked and ran his fingers through his messy gelled blond hair. Then, his eyes narrowed when he saw Hermione. "What the hell, Granger? Can't you see the difference between a sleeping and awake person?" he growled.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Yes. Anyway, gather your things now. We've already landed," she told him.
"Landed?" Draco asked in confusion.
"Yes, meaning, we're in New York, you idiot!" Hermione replied as she grabbed her backpack and slung it on her left shoulder.
"Oh, of course, the Gryffindor know-it-all knows everything," Draco sneered. Grabbing his own backpack, he followed Hermione out of the plane and out of the airport. When they were out, Hermione stopped and scanned the busy streets of Neew York.
"What?" Draco asked impatiently. Of course he was still freaked out with the crowd and everything, after all, he is in the Muggle world now.
"Wait a minute, will you?" Hermione snapped as she scanned through the guide book the travel agent gave them. "According here, a chauffer will be waiting for us and then take us to the hotel where we will stay for a while."
"As long as we'll stay at a first class hotel," Draco said. "A Malfoy never stays in such filthy, dirty, damp places such as yours and if *you* let me stay in anything of the sort, hmph! You will pay greatly! And..."
"And what? Huh? You'll tell your father dearest? Pay the Azkaban guards to free him just so he could strangle me?" Hermione said mockingly, arms crossed.
Draco's eyes reduced into slits. He looked at her angrily. How dare that mudblood say such things! He thought. He gritted his teeth and lunged at Hermione, pulling out his fist, when someone cleared his throat. Draco and Hermione forgot about their fight and diverted their attention to a tall, bald muscular man dressed in a tux. He stared at the two.
"Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger?" he addressed. "I am Daniel, your chauffer for the time being. Shall I escort you now to the limousine?"
"A limo? Cool!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Limo? What's a limo?" Draco asked in confusion.
Daniel gave him an odd look as they walked towards the parking lot.
Hermione's shoulders stiffened. The git! She thought. Her eyes darted from Draco to Daniel. She told the chauffer the same lie she said to the guy at the airport. She just hoped he would be as thick as him.
"Oh...I see," Daniel said, looking skeptically at Draco. They stopped walking and he opened the doors of the black limousine, allowing them inside.
"Oh...wonderful!" Hermione said. She yanked Draco who had instantly gone pale and rooted at the spot.
"Malfoy!" Hermione exclaimed, pulling him inside but Draco was stronger than her. "What's wrong?"
Draco pointed to the limo with a white, shaky finger. "It's ho- horrible!" he croaked.
"Get inside. Now!" Hermione said through gritted teeth. Finally, she managed to push him inside despite his protests. She looked at him, surprised. When the car started to move, Draco pounded on the car windows like a wild animal.
"What on earth is happening to you?!" Hermione exclaimed.
"AAAAAHHH!!!!!" Draco screamed as the car turned to the left. He was now clutching Hermione as if his life depended on her.
"Malfoy!!!" Hermione exclaimed, not wanting to be hugged by him.
After much screaming and hugging, they arrived at the hotel, with Draco breathing heavily beside Hermione.
"If you need me, mademoiselle, just call me in this number and I will be gladly in your service," Daniel said politely, handing Hermione a business card.
I never knew chauffers had one, she thought as she and Draco entered the main hall where they were assisted by several hotel staff, many of them ogling at both Hermione and Draco.
"Why did that guy only talk to you?" Draco asked Hermione as they checked in.
"Because I told him you were a lunatic," Hermione told him and grinned at Draco's reaction.
"WHAT?!" Draco exclaimed, looking ready to kill.
Hermione snickered as she led Draco towards the elevator. Of course, Draco refused to go with all his might.
"Never!" he said firmly.
Hermione smiled bitterly. "Do you want to use the stairs? Our rooms are in the 33th floor," she said.
"I am NOT stepping on another Muggle invention! Who knows, purebloods and handsome people like me might-"Draco didn't get to finish his sentence as Hermione pulled him inside and shut the elevator doors close. She was at least grateful that they were alone so no one else can hear Draco's continues rantings about pureblood torture and Muggle cruelness so she don't need to explain about his being insane.
"I will get back at you, Granger. Mark my words..." Draco said angrily, staring icily at her. "You are gonna be so dead for making me go in whatever you call this thing."
Hermione rolled her eyes and stepped out of the elevator as the elevator doors opened and reached their rooms. She threw Draco his room key (who wiped it first with a tissue, saying "Mudblood germs") and he caught it.
"Well, I'm going to rest now. I suggest you do the same since we're going to have a rough day tomorrow," Hermione told him. "And oh, don't leave your room."
Draco stuck his nose in the air in a bratty manner. "You have no right whatsoever to stop me from doing what I want to do!" he said haughtily.
Hermione shrugged, but faced Draco, a gleam in her eye. "Fine. But don't tell me I didn't warn you. After all, Muggles tend to be a little...vicious," she whispered before smiling and going inside her room. This, of course, worked for Draco who panicked at Hermione's words, considering his past experiences with Muggle devices.
"New York, here I come!" was Hermione's last thoughts before she drifted of to sleep.
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