Disclaimer: Hooka huna hana akalala huka hana hey! I don't own the characters from Harry Potter-wana hey! Hookey mookey akalala huna hana matta hey!
Author's Note: Another big thanks to my reviewers! I feel sad because I think I've lost some of my old readers. However, on a much happier note, I'm so glad to have people reading my story for the first time. I think I'm going to respond to reviewers, because my review was just responded to for the first time on a story that I adore and it made me feel very fuzzy.
ThousandI: Thank you so much. I've really been trying to keep people in character, and I must say I underestimated how hard it would be.
DarkRaven-04: Thank you for reading the whole thing. I'm really glad you liked it.
In Dreams: Oh, the disclaimers are so hard for me. Thank you for the input on that little detail.
Sailor Moon Rose: I'm really glad you like the quotes. Since today doesn't have a quote on it, I'm going to go back to June because I think this quote is funny: "Swimming, like horseback riding or volleyball, is a sport that can be done either for recreation or to save one's life."
Okay, I am going to desperately plead with someone to read my Deathtrap story. I realize it's not as good as this one (or maybe I'm just kidding myself that this is good) but I think it's kind of funny, and I love the movie so I would really love for someone to read it. The response to this story has been awesome and I love it all so much, but it saddens me that my poor other story is completely review-less. Ah me. Oh well, without further ado-
Chapter 12: Two Ride the Airplane
Harry's voice caught in his throat. "Wh..." he tried to make out the words, "What did you say?"
Draco nodded slowly, staring at Harry, "Specialus Domus means Secret House in Latin."
"That can't be a coincidence!" Harry shouted joyfully.
"No," Draco said, joining Harry in insensible elation, "it can't!"
They clutched each other briefly before jumping up and down, laughing wildly. It was Draco that first came to his senses.
"Harry," he said, setting the boy on the sofa, "calm down."
It took a while for the craze to subside.
"We still don't know where Secret House is," Draco said, "We haven't really made any progress at all."
"Way to build a guy up, Draco."
"Sorry."
"No," Harry scooted over to make room for Draco on the sofa, "you're right. We've gotten nowhere and Lucius has had Hermione for nearly six hours. She could be dead by now."
Draco shook his head, "No," he stood and returned to the desk picking up the pile of pictures, "She's not dead. My father wouldn't kill her without you and I seeing her. What we've got to worry about is what Hermione can survive through."
They both shivered slightly, not knowing what to do after finding the overwhelming information. Suddenly, their eyes fell on the deflated globe that had fallen back to its original flat shape on the table.
Draco lifted his shining eyes to Harry who grinned expectantly. Draco pulled the map up to his eye level and folded it carefully until the G was on top again, then unfolded it, laying it on the table so that it grew to its spherical shape.
Draco raised his wand and touched the tip of the globe and said with a slight tremor in his voice, "Specialus Domus."
The globe purred and spun until it showed a line of islands that the boys recognized as Greece. It focused in on the island of Crete until they could see on the coast a grouping of people in what looked like a large dining room. Several removed the hoods from their dark cloaks and sat at a table, discussing with the others. They instantly recognized one as Lucius Malfoy who bit into an apple between words.
"That's definitely it," Harry said before turning to Draco, "How do we get there?"
"Well, we could fly or floo or use a portkey..."
"You mean the globe thingy can't get us there?"
"Nope, sorry."
Harry bit his lip in frustration and slumped down on the couch, crossing his arms angrily. "Well," he whined, "how are we going to get there?"
"Must I repeat myself?"
"I've never been to Greece, so we can't apparate..."
"I don't know of a single fireplace I could floo to without being detected..."
"We don't have time to make a portkey..."
"I'm certainly not up to flying that long of a distance in this weather..."
They both grunted empathetically to each other.
"Well," Harry finally suggested, "we could always go by muggle means."
Draco gaped at him, nearly disillusioned by the suggestion. "We could what?" he asked quietly.
"If we went to an airport it would only take a couple of hours to get to Crete. Plus, Hogwarts has probably already noticed our disappearance and is bound to start searching soon if they haven't already. They'd find us immediately if we took wizarding methods, but they'd be slower to think of checking by muggle transport."
Draco nodded reproachfully and sighed, already regretting what he was about to say, "Alright, let's get to the airport."
Hermione writhed in pain as Lucius bent over her, the mind-numbing effects of the Cruciatus beginning to wear off. He allowed her a moment to breathe, which she did in staggered swallows of air.
"How did that sum up, my dear?" he lulled as he played with her short hair.
"One of your best, darling Lucius," she hissed, nearly inaudible.
He clicked his tongue as he continued to twist her hair in his fingers. He kneeled before her, suddenly overwhelming her with his presence. His hands were pressed against the stone wall behind her and she backed up into it as far as she could, looking icily up into his shining eyes.
Without breaking eye contact, Lucius scooped Hermione's legs out from underneath her and laid them straight out in front of her. He straddled the legs and pulled Hermione's body close to him, creating an immense ache in her wrists from where the chains were cutting into the skin. Then, Hermione closed her eyes as she felt Lucius descend upon her.
His lips attacked hers, forcing her head back to hit the stone behind her. The dizzy haze that she now felt could hardly be concentrated on with the burning osculation that her lips endured. As she lay, feebly defending herself, an idea clicked in her mind and the dizziness she had been subject to left her suddenly so that her mind darted and focused as if on a final test at school.
She bit forward and caught Lucius mid-kiss, totally off his guard. She plunged forward, ignoring the pain in her wrists and tangling her tongue with his violently. In a moment of sheer consternation, he removed his hands from around her and leaned back as she kissed him. She pulled her legs from beneath him, and, still locked to his lips, spun him around to pin him against the wall. It was only then that he came to his senses. He pulled away and looked up at her confusedly. He opened his mouth to speak, but she merely seized his lips again, grinding into him with her hips until he moaned slightly. She pulled away, deciding that her plan was coming to effect.
"You know," she breathed as she moved her hips sensuously into his, digging harder with each move, "I could do so much more if my hands were unchained..."
Draco and Harry sat uncomfortably in their fetidly small airplane seats. They both stared forward at the back of the seat in front of them, occasionally glancing at the other out of the corner of their eye. After sitting in silence for a couple of minutes, hearing the couple behind them converse obliviously about their communication problems, a more than perky stewardess approached their seat.
"Excuse me, Sir," she said in an alarmingly bubbly voice, "but you need to buckle your seat belt before the captain can take off."
She put a hand on Draco's seat. His eyes widened in panic and he puffed his cheek, darting his eyes from side to side.
"What does she mean?" he whispered to Harry, an overwhelming distress filling him.
"Here, Draco," Harry leaned over and took his seat belt, buckling it securely across his lap.
"Thank you," Draco sputtered.
"Oh," the stewardess covered her mouth and shook her head slowly, "I'm sorry Sir," she looked at Harry, " I wasn't made aware of your companion's condition."
Draco turned and looked at Harry confusedly, to which Harry just shrugged. Draco decided to play along.
"Yes, yes," Harry nodded sadly, "his disability..."
"We usually allow passengers with mental conditions to sit in the properly awarded seats toward the front."
"With first class?" Harry asked off-handedly.
Draco just sat silent.
"Yes, Sir. It allows more room for the passenger and allows him to get quicker access to one of the flight attendants." She looked forward down the row, "I think we have an open seat to the front, if you'd like to take it."
"That would be very kind," Harry said, stifling a chuckle. "Come along, Draco," he said in a singsong voice, unbuckling him. Draco understood the general gist of what he was supposed to be and lifted his arms like a child to allow Harry access to his waist. "That's good," Harry said, leading him by the elbow down the row, "now watch out for that nice lady... good Draco; that's very good."
When they reached their appropriate seat, the flight attendant sat up a blanket and pillow in the window seat to which she led Draco to sit, smiling as he nestled in and made a grunt of satisfaction.
"Will this do?" she turned to Harry.
"Oh yes," he nodded, taking her hand, "it will do wonderfully. Thank you so much."
"It's no trouble, Sir," she smiled, returning to her plastic friendliness, "If you need me again, simply press the button above your head with the image of a flight attendant on it."
He nodded and took his seat beside Draco who was pawing the window beside him and gurgling gibberish that sounded something like a dying hippopotamus, only louder.
"Okay Malfoy," he said as the flight attendant walked away, "you can stop acting like that now."
"It's kind of fun," Draco whimpered, straightening himself in his seat and reaching forward to one of the many magazines in the pouch in front of him. He frowned at the boring images with no life and movement. "Geez," he muttered, "how can these hold people's interests? I'm bored just looking at the cover."
"It's a little thing called reading," Harry smirked back, just as quietly as Draco had done, "you may not have advanced to that yet, my little retard."
Draco turned and looked at him venomously, to which Harry simply grinned and began reading an article interestedly.
"So," Draco said, tapping his fingers against his knees, "what do we do now?"
"We sit back until we get to Crete."
"Great," Draco sighed as the plane took off into the air.
Hermione lay below Lucius, her hands finally free and digging into the back of his head, running her fingers through his silky hair that was slowly being dyed a sickly blood red as she bucked and arched forward on to him.
"I thought..." he moaned with yet another plunge, "you would be more defiant than this."
"Well," Hermione gasped through the stabs of pain becoming sharper and sharper, "you seem to be quite more irresistible than I could have imagined." Her words left her nauseated. Almost as much as her deeds.
After several hours of flight, the stewardess returned to feed the boys their dinner. She practically squealed at the adorable scene that met her eyes. The little blonde boy was laying, curled up in a ball on the dark-haired boy's lap, his face in the boy's sweater. The dark-haired boy was holding on to his little birdbrained companion. How sweet!
She approached and tapped the dark-haired boy on the shoulder, waking him in a yawn. He jumped at seeing her, waking the other boy, who leapt back to his appropriate position before realizing what he should be acting. He leaned his face against his companion's shoulder and smiled awkwardly.
"Draco," Harry said, pushing Draco's face away, "the nice lady's got something for us."
"I certainly do," she baby-talked to Draco, who smiled delightedly and clapped his hands together.
She pulled two trays of dinner from her cart and served it to them on pullout trays nearly the size of their own dining tables.
"Anything else I can get you?" she asked happily, just as perky as ever.
"I'll have some ginger ale, actually," Harry said, smiling right back at her.
"Certainly, Sir," she smiled and retreated back down the aisle.
"Well," Draco sighed as he looked back at Harry's lap where he had previously been dozing, "let's not tell anyone about that, shall we?"
"My lips are sealed," Harry said, lowering his face to his meal, which he devoured within seconds.
"Hungry?" Draco had a disgusted expression as he lifted his fork politely in front of him.
"Oh, like you're not."
Draco shrugged and discarded his fork, diving into his food just as Harry had done.
"How much longer?" Draco asked, his mouth full of food.
"I'd say we're pretty close," Harry said just as the captain came over the loudspeaker to confirm his estimations.
Draco nodded and pulled his tray off his table, placing a pair of headphones on his ears and closing his eyes, nodding his head slowly in time to the music.
Harry grunted comically and raised an eyebrow. Draco, sensing the disbelief, opened his eyes.
"What? It's a good song." He closed his eyes once more and rocked back and forth to the music.
The stewardess returned brightly, her cart of ginger ale in tow, "Your ginger ale, Sir."
"Thank you, Miss," he took it and sipped it, placing it in front of him before noticing that she was looking quizzically at Draco, headphones securely on his head.
"The Disney station," Harry answered her puzzled look.
"Very good," she nodded and sighed, returning down the aisle as the plane landed on the isle of Crete.
End Note: I really don't know how long it would take to get to Greece from London, so I just said a couple of hours. That seemed right. Also, I'm sorry the story is not progressing much with each chapter, I guarantee major development the next chapter. Oh and I was kind of nervous about that sex thing between Hermione and Lucius. I hope I didn't offend (or bother...) anyone. Love all!