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Warnings: I have made up my mind, this will mose definitely be a Harry-Draco slash fic, If you don't like that, or don't think you will be able to face your fears, DON'T READ IT!

Hermione's POV-

Sirius pulled into a space in the parking lot of the airport and led us through the doors into the busy terminal.

"This is as far as I can go with you." Sirius said turning to us. "The security people don't let anyone that's not actually flying past the ticket counter. Good-bye." He gave Ron, Harry and myself each a hug, rustled Harry's hair, and waved as he walked back to the car.

"So now what do we do Hermione?" Ron asked looking at me expectantly.

We found the ticket counter and got on line to wait. So we waited. And waited, and them we waited some more. Ginny and I amused ourselves by playing MASH, using all of the boy's names as potential soul mates. So far I had ended up marrying Harry, having three kids, living in a shack and driving a box-on-wheels, and marrying Malfoy, having ten kids, living in a mansion and driving a Mercedes. Ginny ended up marrying Ron, and then stopped playing.

Harry and Ron were deeply involved in an argument with Malfoy about which houses Quidditch team would kick the other's ass this year. They weren't being all too quite about it either.

"Gryffindor will kick Slytherin's fat ass from here to the moon and back. There is no way Slytherin's going to beat us this year." Ron said to Malfoy.

"Yes they will, there is no way that Gryffindor will beat us! Do you hear me? NO WAY! Without your little golden boy seeker, Gryffindor's going down."

"I can say the same thing about Slytherin." Harry retorted. When Draco looked confused, he sighed and continued. "Hello? You happen to be the Slithering seeker, dumbass. And Ron, don't talk about the Slithering team's weight problems. It's not their fault that they might be like a certain over-pampered, overfed, neglecting muggle who enjoy torturing their cousin, now is it?"

"It's all right, Diddley-dums! We'll get you another when we get home!"

"Speaking of the certain over-pampered, overfed, neglecting muggle who enjoys torturing his cousin." Harry said sarcastically, pointing across to the other side of the room. There stood a Couple and their extremely fat son. I assumed the couple with the extremely fat son was the Dursleys.

"Harry. Don't do anything stupid." I began, but Harry had obviously taken the extra magic privileges to his head and decided to use them. Harry took his wand out of his pocket, pointed it at the extremely fat boy across the room who was throwing a tantrum, and suddenly the boy was replaced by an extremely large pig. May I also mention that the pig had no tail.

"Harry, you are going to be in so much trouble." I said. I pointed out to him that although the transformation was quite good, he had neglected to give his pig/cousin a tail.

"No I didn't. I mean they had to have the one Hagrid gave him surgically removed. I'd hate to make them have to have it done again. The doctors might ask questions."

I sighed, Harry has some sick twisted view of revenge, now, doesn't he?

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Harry's POV-

When I heard that voice I knew who it was. The only person I had ever heard use the words "Diddley-dums" was Aunt Petunia. I looked across to the opposite counter to see my oh-so-wonderfull "family" standing there, retrieving their tickets for their trip to Spain. I did it before I had even fully thought about it. I pulled out my wand and Dudley was a pig. It was extremely funny to see Aunt Petunia's shocked face and Uncle Vernon's Rage as he looked around for whoever had replaced their son with a barnyard animal. His eyes fell on me. I knew what was going to happen . He was going to shout "BOY" at the top of his lungs, run across the room, try to hurt me, be hit by a few hexes, and then we'd all run like hell. Fortunately, the line chose that moment to move up, and Hermione quickly retrieved our tickets, and we were off to have security check our bags.

Hermione, Ginny and I went through the metal detectors without mishap, although I did catch a few strange glances at our wands. When Malfoy went through, the air was pierced by a loud siren that sounded a lot like "WEEEEEEEEE-OOOOOOOOOHHHHH! WEEEEEEEE-OOOOHHHHHHHHH" and hurt all of our ears. The security guard had him empty his pockets and instantly as he did so I knew what the problem was. Malfoy had just pulled a Gringott's bag out of his pocket. NOT good. When the bad was opened, and the coins were poured out I saw the surprised looks on the faces of all the security people.

"What is all that" One of the security women asked him.

"Money." Malfoy said smoothly, not realizing that the muggle woman had never seen wizard money before.

"I've never seen money like this before."

Hermione stepped forward and said "It's antique play money. We're going to an antique convention to see how much it's worth."

"How old is it" The muggle woman challenged, obviously not totally convinced

"I dunno, hundred years maybe two? I 'm not the expert on antique play money here"

"All right, you can go." Hermione and Malfoy bagged up the money and we walked together to board the flight.

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Draco's POV-

The airport was big, and full of shiny things, lots and lots of shiny muggle things. Note to self. Self? Is it all right for me to like muggle things if they're shiny?

That all depends on what you mean by 'okay'

I have a very strong feeling that you are not supposed to have voices respond to notes to yourself. I also have a very strong feeling that your not supposed to talk back to them. Who are you anyway?

Ugggg! Do I have to explain this to everyone? I am your conscience.

Really? COOL! I have a conscience! I have a conscience! Da-da-da-da-da DA! Da-da-da-da-da-DA! Oooh! Fun music! I have a musical conscience! Woohoo! Go me! Woohoo! Wow. Well hate to burst your bubble, but I'm not technically just your conscience.

pop Whadda ya mean? You don't love me anymore? sobbs

Well, technically, I'm a traveling conscience, I have more that one person to watch over and be their all knowing guide to life.

You really like the all knowing thing don't you.

Yes I do. Well, anyway, I just came here to tell you that it is okay to like shiny things as well as other things cough-people-cough

Cool. Than- Whadda ya mean PEOPLE?

coughHarryPotercough

I don't like POTTER!

Yes you do.

No I don't.

Yes, you do.

No I don't!

Yes.

No.

Yes.

No.

Yes.

NO!

Well I can see this conversation's going nowhere.

A/N: Sorry people, that's all I have for now, My mom's making me eat dinner and get ready to go to the dance. Oh, joy. And To my reviewers- I LOVE YOU :musical notes I love you, you...: OH NO YOU DON'T :hit's large nulti-colored dinosaurs on the head with large stick: Sorry I don't have any time for personal replies to all of you, but I just wanted to let you know that you all totally ROCK, (wow was that cliche, suddenly the author finds she dosen't care) oh well, bye for now!