Hermione was just finishing putting her numerous suitcases on the baggage carriage, when suddenly she was swept into a Conga line.
"AAaaahk! What are you doing? And Proffesser Snape! Stop using this as an excuse to feel me up!!" She screamed. Then, she realized that though the person behind her was unpleasant, the person in front was far from it- Draco Malfoy, Resident Slytherin Sex God in fact. Anyway, she realized how close her hands were to his hot arse, and decided that conga lines were a good idea. Until Seamus cut infront of her. She guessed she wasn't the only Gryffindor who had noticed his hot arse.
"Stuuudeents!!?? Stuuudeents!!??" Proffesor McGonnagal desparately tried to restore order, but it wasn't happening. She stood on a chair, to try and get some attention, but the chair was swept up into the air, and she was having a hard enough time, just trying to stay on the chair. Finally Dumbledore raised his voice "STUDENTS!!! PLEASE SETTLE DOWN!!! I SAID CONGREGATE, NOT CONGA LINE!!!"
"Alright.." There was a unanimous groan from the student population, as they abandoned their dancing. The 7th years were led out of Hogwarts, and into Hogsmeade, to a designated apparating location.
"OK. Everybody link arms." Said Dumbledore, as he linked arms with Proffessor McGonnagal beside him. Hermione was surprised to find that she was linking arms with Draco Malfoy, and that she didn't really have a problem with it. On the count of 3 they all apparated.
They reappeared just outside of Heathrow airport. During the walk there, Dumbledore explained how the trip would work.
"We will all be traveling through muggle airlines. Many of you will be confused by this. Just go with the flow, lots of muggles have never been on an airplane, or have flying fear."
Seamus raised his hand," Uh... Proffessor... We're going to be flying?? In something made by muggles?? I thought that they couldn't fly??!! Are these things safe??!!"
"Of course they are Seamus," Dumbledore replied, "They're much safer than any other form of muggle transportation. You have absuolutely nothing to worry about."
"Alright." Seamus still looked slightly nervous.
Hermione meanwhile, was being bored out of her mind by Ron's quidditch ranting. Apparently there had been a big scandal at the quidditch playoffs leading up to the world cup. Something to do with a confusing foul, and Canada losing as a result. She didn't really care, she wanted the American team to win anyway. Who cares how it's done. The walk seemed to take forevor, and she just couldn't wait till they got onto the airplane. At least then she could rest her feet- they were killing her. She couldn't see why, she was wearing her most comfortable shoes- these little strappy wedge things that gave her an extra 5 inches.
To Hermione's intense relief, Dumbledore anounced at the airport that they would not be sitting with people they chose to. Everyone would be matched up with someone they weren't friends with. However, to her intense dislike, she was matched up with Draco Malfoy. Well, scrap that- it wasn't soo bad. He did have a hot arse. And he hadn't called her a mudblood once yet.
"DAMN MUDBLOOD!!!!"
Okay, scrap that too.
a/n- sorry i haven't posted for an age- been busy with exams. thanx muchly for reviews. critisize as much as u want. OH, and in response to tristanlover, and anyone else who was confused by some things in the last chapter, snogging is a british word for french kissing. Yes Blaise is a guy in this fic. Mash and bangers are hashbrowns and sausages. Therefore, the noted paragraph would read:
"Harry french kissed ginny at the breakfast table, because they are boyfriend and girlfriend. Blaise, a crossdresser (may or may not be homosexual) walks by in his short skirt and growls at harry and ginny (whether he wants harry or ginny is disputable) ginny then sneaks a peek up his skirt, apparantly attracted to him or curious. Harry does the same. Ron, being to stupid to notice anything, or too uncomfortable to take part in anything, eats as quickly as he possibly can."
I hope that explains everything.
"AAaaahk! What are you doing? And Proffesser Snape! Stop using this as an excuse to feel me up!!" She screamed. Then, she realized that though the person behind her was unpleasant, the person in front was far from it- Draco Malfoy, Resident Slytherin Sex God in fact. Anyway, she realized how close her hands were to his hot arse, and decided that conga lines were a good idea. Until Seamus cut infront of her. She guessed she wasn't the only Gryffindor who had noticed his hot arse.
"Stuuudeents!!?? Stuuudeents!!??" Proffesor McGonnagal desparately tried to restore order, but it wasn't happening. She stood on a chair, to try and get some attention, but the chair was swept up into the air, and she was having a hard enough time, just trying to stay on the chair. Finally Dumbledore raised his voice "STUDENTS!!! PLEASE SETTLE DOWN!!! I SAID CONGREGATE, NOT CONGA LINE!!!"
"Alright.." There was a unanimous groan from the student population, as they abandoned their dancing. The 7th years were led out of Hogwarts, and into Hogsmeade, to a designated apparating location.
"OK. Everybody link arms." Said Dumbledore, as he linked arms with Proffessor McGonnagal beside him. Hermione was surprised to find that she was linking arms with Draco Malfoy, and that she didn't really have a problem with it. On the count of 3 they all apparated.
They reappeared just outside of Heathrow airport. During the walk there, Dumbledore explained how the trip would work.
"We will all be traveling through muggle airlines. Many of you will be confused by this. Just go with the flow, lots of muggles have never been on an airplane, or have flying fear."
Seamus raised his hand," Uh... Proffessor... We're going to be flying?? In something made by muggles?? I thought that they couldn't fly??!! Are these things safe??!!"
"Of course they are Seamus," Dumbledore replied, "They're much safer than any other form of muggle transportation. You have absuolutely nothing to worry about."
"Alright." Seamus still looked slightly nervous.
Hermione meanwhile, was being bored out of her mind by Ron's quidditch ranting. Apparently there had been a big scandal at the quidditch playoffs leading up to the world cup. Something to do with a confusing foul, and Canada losing as a result. She didn't really care, she wanted the American team to win anyway. Who cares how it's done. The walk seemed to take forevor, and she just couldn't wait till they got onto the airplane. At least then she could rest her feet- they were killing her. She couldn't see why, she was wearing her most comfortable shoes- these little strappy wedge things that gave her an extra 5 inches.
To Hermione's intense relief, Dumbledore anounced at the airport that they would not be sitting with people they chose to. Everyone would be matched up with someone they weren't friends with. However, to her intense dislike, she was matched up with Draco Malfoy. Well, scrap that- it wasn't soo bad. He did have a hot arse. And he hadn't called her a mudblood once yet.
"DAMN MUDBLOOD!!!!"
Okay, scrap that too.
a/n- sorry i haven't posted for an age- been busy with exams. thanx muchly for reviews. critisize as much as u want. OH, and in response to tristanlover, and anyone else who was confused by some things in the last chapter, snogging is a british word for french kissing. Yes Blaise is a guy in this fic. Mash and bangers are hashbrowns and sausages. Therefore, the noted paragraph would read:
"Harry french kissed ginny at the breakfast table, because they are boyfriend and girlfriend. Blaise, a crossdresser (may or may not be homosexual) walks by in his short skirt and growls at harry and ginny (whether he wants harry or ginny is disputable) ginny then sneaks a peek up his skirt, apparantly attracted to him or curious. Harry does the same. Ron, being to stupid to notice anything, or too uncomfortable to take part in anything, eats as quickly as he possibly can."
I hope that explains everything.