Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. Nothing about Harry Potter is mine. No really.
Thanks to the few people who reviewed my first chapter. I wouldn't continue writing if no one was reading it. Thanks again. This chapter will cover the plane ride and maybe the hotel the group is staying at. It depends on how well along I am when I get there. I apologize if my interpretation of the British vocabulary is a little off. Give me a break, I'm American. Read and enjoy.
Chapter Two
It took Ron and Harry a while to catch up to Hermione. Their trunks were heavy and Ron's broke open at one point and scattered his clothes throughout the area. Harry helped Ron gather his clothing and they stuffed them back into his old, battered trunk. By the time they caught up with Hermione, she had already reached their departing gate. Harry recognized many of the faces gathered next to the gate.
"Hey guys! Good to see you!", yelled Seamus.
Seamus was dressed blue jeans and a Hawaiian shirt and he looked slightly ridiculous with his new dark sunglasses.
"Yeah, I don't believe this is actually happening. I mean, none of us really took it seriously. I'm so excited! This is going to be great." Seamus continued to babble and Harry politely nodded at the appropriate intervals.
But he wasn't he only familiar face there. Next to Seamus stood his best friend Dean Thomas, a black fifth-year. Harry could see Neville Longbottom being lectured by someone who could only be his grandmother. She was wagging a knobby finger under his nose and he was nodding sheepishly. He could see Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown giggling about something. Harry was glad he didn't know what it was.
There was a total of eight students- five boys and three girls. Harry was extremely excited. He would be able to spend time with all of his good friends, while at the same time not have to deal with Draco Malfoy and his roving band of jackasses.
Harry noticed some adults that looked astoundingly like some of the students. He saw an attractive woman with Seamus' nose and figured it must be his mother.
Harry also saw some other familiar faces. Professor Magonagall looked strange in Muggle clothing. Her silver hair, which was always in a tight bun, was let down and it fell halfway down her back.
Magonagall was the only teacher Harry could see, but it wasn't hard to see why. All of the other teachers would stick out like a sore thumb in the Muggle world. Harry laughed out loud when he thought of Professor Flitwick in an airport.
Harry dragged his trunk over to a row of padded chairs and sat down. Exhausted as he was, he couldn't keep the smile off of his face. After a minute or two, Ron and Hermione made their way over and sat on either side of him.
"I can't believe we're actually going!" Hermione practically squealed. Harry was reminded of what Seamus had said earlier. Hermione had repeated what he had said almost word for word, but it seemed much more relevant coming from her. Hermione wasn't one to be easily swept away by excitement, and to see the effect the day's events were having on her was liberating.
It wasn't long before the smile disappeared from her face. She suddenly seemed very nervous. "Sorry about my dad back there." she mumbled.
Ron smiled and said cheerily, "Don't worry about it."
Hermione seemed puzzled. "What did he talk to you guys about. He seemed pretty serious."
Harry spoke up. "He just wanted to make sure you were going to be taken care of."
Ron laughed. "Yeah, he kind of placed your entire welfare on our shoulders."
"Are you serious. He did that." Hermione seemed horrified.
"Yup, he told us to look after his little Hermione. It sounded as if you get in trouble then he comes and kills me and Harry." Ron said.
"Oh my God. I'm sorry about him. He just gets really protective about me. You should have seen him before I went off to Hogwarts for the first time. It was a nightmare." Hermione said with a shudder.
Ron seemed amused by her little display. "It's no big deal, honey." he said as he reached over Harry to pat Hermione's cheek. "We would watch your back anyway. Right, Harry?"
"Absolutely." Harry said brightly. He could barely hold back his laughter at the outraged look on Hermione's face.
"I hate you both." Hermione mumbled, but Harry could tell that she wasn't as mad as she was pretending.
Harry noticed a airport worker go over to the podium beside the gate.
"Look. I think they going to start boarding now." he said.
"Good!" Hermione breathed as walked quickly to the gate
.
When Harry and Ron stood up and found their trunks, Ron leaned over and asked quietly, "Are you sure these 'airplanes' are safe.? I mean, look at them. They're just hunks of metal stuck together. We are going to be flying hundreds of miles. Do you think it will stay together?"
"Well, they say its the safest way to travel." Harry said.
"Who is 'they'?" Ron asked.
"Muggles. They have been traveling like this for years."
"Oh. Well I prefer Floo Powder. I'm sure it's much safer."
Harry snorted. He had never flown on a plane before, but he was pretty sure it was safer than Floo Powder. He still grimaced whenever he thought about his first attempt with it.
When they reached the podium, the woman took their tickets and they left their luggage with some baggage handlers. They then began walked through the gate and into the tunnel leading to the plane.
The inside of the plane was huge. Harry's ticket directed him to this seat. He sat down next to a window about halfway up the plane's cabin. Ron sat down directly next to him. Sirius had ordered both Harry and Ron's ticket at the same time and made sure they were next to each other. Sirius had been worried that Ron would go to pieces at all the new sights.
Hermione was seated on the right side of the plane next to a good looking, eighteen year old boy. By the time the plane got off the runway, they were laughing at each other's clever remarks and smiling radiantly. Ron was in a poor mood.
Every time Hermione's laugh filtered over to his side of the plane, Ron would look over and grimace. Every so often, Harry could hear him muttering under his breath. Ron's knuckles were white on his arm rests and his jaw was clenched tight.
"What is she playing at?" he muttered after Hermione laughed particularly loudly. "Look at her, Harry. She's into that guy she sitting next to."
"They're just talking, Ron." Harry said placatingly.
"Come on, Harry. He's a muggle!"
"You're beginning to sound like Malfoy." Harry said with a grin.
Ron's head snapped back to Harry, but his face turned dark red.
"I do don't I." Ron said. Then he laughed. "Next time I start spouting crap like that, make sure you kick me."
"I will." Harry said. "Besides, why do care who Hermione talks to?"
"I don't!" he whispered. "That guy just seems a little fishy. I mean, what's a old guy like that doing talking to a fifteen year old."
"Like you've never talked to a third-year before." Harry said sarcastically.
"That's different." Ron said. "I was never trying to hit on any of them."
"What makes you say that guy is trying to hit on Hermione?"
"Well...look at him. Why else would he be talking to her?"
"Maybe because she sitting next to him on a six hour long flight."
"Harry! Why are you defending him? He could be a weirdo. A pediphile even!"
"Pediphile? Ron, relax. They're just talking."
"Well, she doesn't have to enjoy so much."
Harry realized that he was never going to convince Ron to relax, so he offered to switch seat with him. That way, Ron could at least look out the window instead over at Hermione.
The rest of the flight was pretty boring. The only moment of note was when Dean Thomas got into a heated conversation with some old Scottish guy about football. They seemed to be disagreeing about which team was the best. Harry listened for a while but blocked the conversation out when it dissolved into Dean yelling while the Scotsman plugged his ears, saying 'I'm not listening' over and over.
When the plane finally landed, Harry stood and stretched. He looked over to Ron to see him staring in Hermione's direction. Harry looked that way too. Hermione seemed to be saying goodbye, and she was shaking the boy's hand. Harry looked back to Ron and a vein sticking out od his forehead.
Harry shook his head and mumbled, "You've got it bad, Ron. And you won't even admit it."
Ron looked up at him. "What was that, Harry?"
"Nothing. Let's get out of here."
"Right." Ron said and his gaze returned to Hermione. It was pretty pathetic.
There will be POV changes in later chapters. I know that chapter sucked, I just felt the need to write about the plane ride. Sorry about it being short, I just got sick of the plane ride. Tell me what you think!
Thanks to the few people who reviewed my first chapter. I wouldn't continue writing if no one was reading it. Thanks again. This chapter will cover the plane ride and maybe the hotel the group is staying at. It depends on how well along I am when I get there. I apologize if my interpretation of the British vocabulary is a little off. Give me a break, I'm American. Read and enjoy.
Chapter Two
It took Ron and Harry a while to catch up to Hermione. Their trunks were heavy and Ron's broke open at one point and scattered his clothes throughout the area. Harry helped Ron gather his clothing and they stuffed them back into his old, battered trunk. By the time they caught up with Hermione, she had already reached their departing gate. Harry recognized many of the faces gathered next to the gate.
"Hey guys! Good to see you!", yelled Seamus.
Seamus was dressed blue jeans and a Hawaiian shirt and he looked slightly ridiculous with his new dark sunglasses.
"Yeah, I don't believe this is actually happening. I mean, none of us really took it seriously. I'm so excited! This is going to be great." Seamus continued to babble and Harry politely nodded at the appropriate intervals.
But he wasn't he only familiar face there. Next to Seamus stood his best friend Dean Thomas, a black fifth-year. Harry could see Neville Longbottom being lectured by someone who could only be his grandmother. She was wagging a knobby finger under his nose and he was nodding sheepishly. He could see Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown giggling about something. Harry was glad he didn't know what it was.
There was a total of eight students- five boys and three girls. Harry was extremely excited. He would be able to spend time with all of his good friends, while at the same time not have to deal with Draco Malfoy and his roving band of jackasses.
Harry noticed some adults that looked astoundingly like some of the students. He saw an attractive woman with Seamus' nose and figured it must be his mother.
Harry also saw some other familiar faces. Professor Magonagall looked strange in Muggle clothing. Her silver hair, which was always in a tight bun, was let down and it fell halfway down her back.
Magonagall was the only teacher Harry could see, but it wasn't hard to see why. All of the other teachers would stick out like a sore thumb in the Muggle world. Harry laughed out loud when he thought of Professor Flitwick in an airport.
Harry dragged his trunk over to a row of padded chairs and sat down. Exhausted as he was, he couldn't keep the smile off of his face. After a minute or two, Ron and Hermione made their way over and sat on either side of him.
"I can't believe we're actually going!" Hermione practically squealed. Harry was reminded of what Seamus had said earlier. Hermione had repeated what he had said almost word for word, but it seemed much more relevant coming from her. Hermione wasn't one to be easily swept away by excitement, and to see the effect the day's events were having on her was liberating.
It wasn't long before the smile disappeared from her face. She suddenly seemed very nervous. "Sorry about my dad back there." she mumbled.
Ron smiled and said cheerily, "Don't worry about it."
Hermione seemed puzzled. "What did he talk to you guys about. He seemed pretty serious."
Harry spoke up. "He just wanted to make sure you were going to be taken care of."
Ron laughed. "Yeah, he kind of placed your entire welfare on our shoulders."
"Are you serious. He did that." Hermione seemed horrified.
"Yup, he told us to look after his little Hermione. It sounded as if you get in trouble then he comes and kills me and Harry." Ron said.
"Oh my God. I'm sorry about him. He just gets really protective about me. You should have seen him before I went off to Hogwarts for the first time. It was a nightmare." Hermione said with a shudder.
Ron seemed amused by her little display. "It's no big deal, honey." he said as he reached over Harry to pat Hermione's cheek. "We would watch your back anyway. Right, Harry?"
"Absolutely." Harry said brightly. He could barely hold back his laughter at the outraged look on Hermione's face.
"I hate you both." Hermione mumbled, but Harry could tell that she wasn't as mad as she was pretending.
Harry noticed a airport worker go over to the podium beside the gate.
"Look. I think they going to start boarding now." he said.
"Good!" Hermione breathed as walked quickly to the gate
.
When Harry and Ron stood up and found their trunks, Ron leaned over and asked quietly, "Are you sure these 'airplanes' are safe.? I mean, look at them. They're just hunks of metal stuck together. We are going to be flying hundreds of miles. Do you think it will stay together?"
"Well, they say its the safest way to travel." Harry said.
"Who is 'they'?" Ron asked.
"Muggles. They have been traveling like this for years."
"Oh. Well I prefer Floo Powder. I'm sure it's much safer."
Harry snorted. He had never flown on a plane before, but he was pretty sure it was safer than Floo Powder. He still grimaced whenever he thought about his first attempt with it.
When they reached the podium, the woman took their tickets and they left their luggage with some baggage handlers. They then began walked through the gate and into the tunnel leading to the plane.
The inside of the plane was huge. Harry's ticket directed him to this seat. He sat down next to a window about halfway up the plane's cabin. Ron sat down directly next to him. Sirius had ordered both Harry and Ron's ticket at the same time and made sure they were next to each other. Sirius had been worried that Ron would go to pieces at all the new sights.
Hermione was seated on the right side of the plane next to a good looking, eighteen year old boy. By the time the plane got off the runway, they were laughing at each other's clever remarks and smiling radiantly. Ron was in a poor mood.
Every time Hermione's laugh filtered over to his side of the plane, Ron would look over and grimace. Every so often, Harry could hear him muttering under his breath. Ron's knuckles were white on his arm rests and his jaw was clenched tight.
"What is she playing at?" he muttered after Hermione laughed particularly loudly. "Look at her, Harry. She's into that guy she sitting next to."
"They're just talking, Ron." Harry said placatingly.
"Come on, Harry. He's a muggle!"
"You're beginning to sound like Malfoy." Harry said with a grin.
Ron's head snapped back to Harry, but his face turned dark red.
"I do don't I." Ron said. Then he laughed. "Next time I start spouting crap like that, make sure you kick me."
"I will." Harry said. "Besides, why do care who Hermione talks to?"
"I don't!" he whispered. "That guy just seems a little fishy. I mean, what's a old guy like that doing talking to a fifteen year old."
"Like you've never talked to a third-year before." Harry said sarcastically.
"That's different." Ron said. "I was never trying to hit on any of them."
"What makes you say that guy is trying to hit on Hermione?"
"Well...look at him. Why else would he be talking to her?"
"Maybe because she sitting next to him on a six hour long flight."
"Harry! Why are you defending him? He could be a weirdo. A pediphile even!"
"Pediphile? Ron, relax. They're just talking."
"Well, she doesn't have to enjoy so much."
Harry realized that he was never going to convince Ron to relax, so he offered to switch seat with him. That way, Ron could at least look out the window instead over at Hermione.
The rest of the flight was pretty boring. The only moment of note was when Dean Thomas got into a heated conversation with some old Scottish guy about football. They seemed to be disagreeing about which team was the best. Harry listened for a while but blocked the conversation out when it dissolved into Dean yelling while the Scotsman plugged his ears, saying 'I'm not listening' over and over.
When the plane finally landed, Harry stood and stretched. He looked over to Ron to see him staring in Hermione's direction. Harry looked that way too. Hermione seemed to be saying goodbye, and she was shaking the boy's hand. Harry looked back to Ron and a vein sticking out od his forehead.
Harry shook his head and mumbled, "You've got it bad, Ron. And you won't even admit it."
Ron looked up at him. "What was that, Harry?"
"Nothing. Let's get out of here."
"Right." Ron said and his gaze returned to Hermione. It was pretty pathetic.
There will be POV changes in later chapters. I know that chapter sucked, I just felt the need to write about the plane ride. Sorry about it being short, I just got sick of the plane ride. Tell me what you think!