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"What?" Hermione turned back to where she assumed Draco's face was.
"I... uh..." Draco decidedly was not good at this sort of thing with someone he actually liked. So he abandoned all form of reason and kissed her. And she kissed him back. And that's what they were doing when the lights finally came back on.
To a bystander, I imagine the scene must have been rather odd. People where spralled over the floor covered in luggage and airplane food. Somewhere in the confusion, Blaise's collection of GQ magazines had come loose and they where floating around on top of the mess. Everyone in Seamus's vecinity had sprouted tentacles as a result of a misdirected protection spell. And in the middle of all this, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger where happily snogging on the floor.
"Oy! Everybody! Attention! The lights are now on! We are in the midst of trying to clean up, so would everyone PLEASE collect their luggage, dump all their garbage in the aisles, and sit in their seats!" Said one of the flight attendants who may or may not have been a relative of Lee Jordan.
Draco and Hermione emmadiately sprang appart, but shared a special look, assured that no one had seen them. However, they didn't notice Pansy Parkinson eye them evilly, as Crabbe and Goyle snapped a few photos on their spy cameras.
Meanwhile, Proffessor McGonagal was comforting, and in turn discreetly obliviating the several muggles who had been blasted by Seamus, and stuck with tentacles.
Fear and confusion was soon replaced with excitement and joy, as the plane neared the Los Angeles airport. The students had to be threatened with a week of museums for them to shut up.
***
First off, the bus was purple. This is a fact that must be known in order for me to continue telling this story. As purple as Barney. As purple as an elephant holding it's breath for a prolonged period of time. As purple as my little clinique make up bag that I got for Christmas. Secondly, it was big. Even with as much magic as Dumbledore could use, you just couldn't fit 100 students into a normal sized vehicle. It wasn't any bigger than a truck used for transporting large amounts of merchandise, but the purple made up for that. And the fact that it had "Get rid of Prime Minister Bush!" written on the side.
Many a student was heard to exclaim "We're riding in THAT?"
Dumbledore gave all of the students a lecture before allowing them to unpack. "Students! Our first destination is the lovely city of Hollywood. We will then drive to New York, where we WILL be looking at some museums. Then on to Flint Michigan to enjoy the lovely normal American pastimes. For traveling, you will be grouped according to house and gender, however the Head boy and girl will have their own private rooms at the back of the bus. Please follow your head of house. Draco and Hermione, follow me."
Draco and Hermione smiled at eachother, and followed after him happily. Draco did a internal sanity check- he seemed to be doing a lot of things happily lately.
a/n- sorry for the short chappy. Would anybody believe that there's a foot of snow in Vancouver??? thanx again to solipsist. Bush's autobiography is v. enlightening.
"What?" Hermione turned back to where she assumed Draco's face was.
"I... uh..." Draco decidedly was not good at this sort of thing with someone he actually liked. So he abandoned all form of reason and kissed her. And she kissed him back. And that's what they were doing when the lights finally came back on.
To a bystander, I imagine the scene must have been rather odd. People where spralled over the floor covered in luggage and airplane food. Somewhere in the confusion, Blaise's collection of GQ magazines had come loose and they where floating around on top of the mess. Everyone in Seamus's vecinity had sprouted tentacles as a result of a misdirected protection spell. And in the middle of all this, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger where happily snogging on the floor.
"Oy! Everybody! Attention! The lights are now on! We are in the midst of trying to clean up, so would everyone PLEASE collect their luggage, dump all their garbage in the aisles, and sit in their seats!" Said one of the flight attendants who may or may not have been a relative of Lee Jordan.
Draco and Hermione emmadiately sprang appart, but shared a special look, assured that no one had seen them. However, they didn't notice Pansy Parkinson eye them evilly, as Crabbe and Goyle snapped a few photos on their spy cameras.
Meanwhile, Proffessor McGonagal was comforting, and in turn discreetly obliviating the several muggles who had been blasted by Seamus, and stuck with tentacles.
Fear and confusion was soon replaced with excitement and joy, as the plane neared the Los Angeles airport. The students had to be threatened with a week of museums for them to shut up.
***
First off, the bus was purple. This is a fact that must be known in order for me to continue telling this story. As purple as Barney. As purple as an elephant holding it's breath for a prolonged period of time. As purple as my little clinique make up bag that I got for Christmas. Secondly, it was big. Even with as much magic as Dumbledore could use, you just couldn't fit 100 students into a normal sized vehicle. It wasn't any bigger than a truck used for transporting large amounts of merchandise, but the purple made up for that. And the fact that it had "Get rid of Prime Minister Bush!" written on the side.
Many a student was heard to exclaim "We're riding in THAT?"
Dumbledore gave all of the students a lecture before allowing them to unpack. "Students! Our first destination is the lovely city of Hollywood. We will then drive to New York, where we WILL be looking at some museums. Then on to Flint Michigan to enjoy the lovely normal American pastimes. For traveling, you will be grouped according to house and gender, however the Head boy and girl will have their own private rooms at the back of the bus. Please follow your head of house. Draco and Hermione, follow me."
Draco and Hermione smiled at eachother, and followed after him happily. Draco did a internal sanity check- he seemed to be doing a lot of things happily lately.
a/n- sorry for the short chappy. Would anybody believe that there's a foot of snow in Vancouver??? thanx again to solipsist. Bush's autobiography is v. enlightening.