A/N: Hey you guys! I got this awesome idea for a story and I want your feedback before I continue to post the other chapters that are just sitting here gathering dust on my hard drive. I hope you enjoy!
Summary: Hermione had joined a tour group that would go around the world and visit the sites of the seven ancient wonders of the world. She was in it for the knowledge and to get the chance to travel. He was in it so he had an excuse to get away for the summer after 7th year. Draco is a guide. It'll be a summer they never forget.
Title: Wonderwall
Chapter One: An Interesting Flight
Hermione was sitting in gate forty six on a cozy red seat at London's Gatwick airport. Her knees were bouncing up and down to help ease her nervousness. She wasn't used to flying and she wasn't particularly fond of it.
All around her people from the tour group were chatting animatedly with each other. The overweight, balding man sitting next to her was trying to engage her in small talk, but Hermione kept trying to ignore him. Right now she could only concentrate on one thing, and that was not throwing up. Her nerves were jumbled and whenever she got extremely nervous she threw up.
"Good afternoon, and thank you for flying North West Airlines," the lady from the ticket counter announced. "We will now be seating the persons flying in first class and the families who are traveling with young children. Everyone else please remain seated; your seat numbers will be called shortly. Thank you." The overly pleasant voice from the counter signed off.
Hermione inhaled and counted to ten, then exhaled. This was a trick her father had taught her when she was younger. She had always used his method when she had to speak in front of large groups of people, or when her nerves got the better of her.
"Thank you for being patient folks, we will now be seating passengers whose seat numbers are from 7A-10K. Everyone else please remain seated; your seat numbers will be called shortly."
Hermione was walking down the retractable hallway that led directly to the airplane door. She was breathing in deeply and wishing that she had a sick bag with her.
The woman standing in the doorway smiled at Hermione. The roaring from the engines was getting louder as she was within feet of stepping over into the airplane and coming one step closer to being a few thousand feet in the air. She took another deep breath and half listened when the flight attendant asked to see her ticket so that she could point her in the direction of her seat. "Thank you for flying with us today and on behalf of North West Airlines, I wish you a great flight."
Hermione found her seat and was unaware of the man sitting next to her. She closed her eyes and listened to people walking by and putting their luggage in the storage bins. She heard children crying, and people arguing.
She sat there reminding herself repeatedly that if anything went wrong on her flight she could just apparate back to her apartment.
People on the plane got situated and the fasten seat belt sign dinged on. An airplane safety video came on and the flight attendants stood in the aisles demonstrating the proper way to put on the oxygen masks and how to fasten your seat belt. The plane began taxiing out onto the run way and the attendants went row to row checking to make sure everyone was securely fastened. Then they took their own seats at the back of the plane.
The plane finished its turn at the top of the runway and revved its engine as it began to tear down the runway. Hermione gripped her arm rests so hard that her knuckles turned white. Only a couple more seconds and the plane will be coasting along nicely, she reassured herself. Hermione's head was thrown back into the chair as the front wheel of the plane lifted off, followed by the back two. They were now charging the sky at an angle. Hermione closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She counted to ten slowly, and then she held her breath. She felt a hand on her right one and she opened her eyes.
"It's okay, we've settled now; so you can breathe again." Hermione nodded and stared at the man sitting next to her. He was handsome, to say the least. He had chestnut colored hair that fell in layers around his face until the ends almost touched his shoulders; he had brilliant sky blue eyes and a dazzling smile that was very reassuring.
Hermione let the air out of her lungs and she felt herself physically relax.
"So why are you going to Egypt?" he asked taking his hand off of hers. "I'm sure it can't be for the same reason I'm going."
"Why are you going there?" Hermione asked, she was genuinely curious.
"For the sexy women of course!" Hermione chuckled; no they weren't going there for the same reasons. "No, the real reason I'm going is for business. I'm a guide on the Seven Ancient Wonders of the World tour. I'm supposed to lead a group of people around the world in two weeks. We spend two days in each place. The funny thing about this tour is that only one of the Ancient Wonders of the world still exists; so basically we are going to see empty land where these wonders should have been, but aren't anymore." Well maybe they were going for the same reason after all.
"My name is Morallus by the way, but you can call me Mory, only special people get to call me that." He stuck out his right hand for Hermione to shake and she took it in her own. Mory held on for an extra moment or two and then dropped his hand so that it rested in his lap once more.
"I'm Hermione," she said. "And it looks like we are going to Egypt for the same reason."
His eyes widened in shock. "No kidding!" he exclaimed.
"No kidding," Hermione said. "And thanks for informing me that my two thousand pounds was a waste of money, I knew I should have researched the seven wonders before I booked my trip with the travel guide. Oh well, either way, I'm sure there is still enough history in each place to keep me occupied."
Mory laughed at this. "You'd be surprised."
"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are expecting a storm about an hour into our flight. I will let you know when we hit the storm so that you can look out of your windows and see the lightening below. Not to worry folks, we will be flying above the storm so there is nothing to worry about. After we pass through the storm we should see clear blue skies and sunshine for the rest of our journey. The weather in Egypt is sunny with a temperature of 32 degrees Celsius or 90 degrees Fahrenheit. I would like to thank you for flying North West Airlines and I hope you enjoy your flight."
As if noticing her uneasiness, Mory leaned in and placed his hand once again on her right one in a reassuring way. "Don't worry," he whispered. "Nothing will happen; the captain said we will be perfectly safe."
Hermione nodded again and Morallus leaned back and looked out the window. Hermione stood up and made her way to the bathroom, Mory watching her as she left.
Hermione got to the bathroom and saw that it was occupied. The airplane felt cooler towards the back and she saw a jug of water and some cups sitting on a trolley. She poured herself a cup and sipped it. This only made her want to vomit even more. She threw the cup into the trash bag that was attached to the trolley and began her breathing ritual while standing in front of door.
What was taking the person in there so long? She turned her back and looked out of the little circle window situated in the emergency exit door. Beneath her, England looked like a thatched quilt of brown and green. She heard the lock click from behind her and she turned around, relieved to finally have her turn in the bathroom.
The person coming out hit her full force and she fell back onto the cold floor, hitting her head on the metal door, as turbulence began rocking the airplane. The person who had bumped into her rolled over and began rubbing their forehead.
"I'm so sorry, are you okay?" A feminine voice asked. Hermione's vision had temporarily gone blurry and she could see stars.
"Yah I'm fine," she said.
"I hate flying," the girl stated. Hermione nodded. The other girl, who was on her feet now, stood up and offered her hand to Hermione, the fasten seat belt sign came on with a ding. "I'm sorry again, if there is anything I can do, let me know, I have some aspirin if you want."
"I'll be fine, Thanks."
The other girl walked away and Hermione sighed, she was stumbling back to her seat, ushered by a flight attendant. She wouldn't get to use the bathroom now, and she felt like she was going to throw up at any moment. She sat down and immediately grabbed the sick bag without fastening her seat belt.
By the time she was done heaving into the bag, she felt better, and embarrassed. Mory had recoiled, disgusted, obviously not a fan of seeing people throw up. He ushered a stewardess over and asked her to get a black bag for Hermione's vomit.
After she threw it away she thanked him and the fasten seat belt sign turned off. She reached overhead and grabbed her toiletries bag out of her carry on and walked to the bathroom.
When she came back her teeth were brushed and she had sprayed a little perfume on herself so she would smell of the throw up. Mory had gotten her a bottle of water and some crackers while she was gone.
"Thanks," she said. Sitting down and opening up the crackers. "I really don't like flying," she stated.
"I think I could tell," he jested. Hermione chuckled and nibbled at a cracker.
The captain came over the speaker, "Sorry for the bit of turbulence back there folks. I wanted to inform you that we are over the storm, and if you look out of your windows you will be able to see some lightening. I would like to remind you that we are in no danger, but incase we hit more turbulence I am going to keep the fasten seat belt sign on until we clear the storm. Thank you ladies and gentlemen, and have a nice flight."
Mory immediately leaned over to the window and looked out. Every now and then the plane would light up when a flash of lightening struck the sky.
"You want to look?" he asked.
Hermione shook her head no. She closed her eyes and hoped that the ride was over. She once again told herself that if anything went wrong then she could apparate home and pretend the flight never happened.
"Hey Mory, can I have a word?" a voice asked next to Hermione.
"The fasten seat belt sign is on man, you should be sitting down." Mory replied.
The voice next to her laughed, "Since when do I follow the rules Mory?"
"Since when didn't you follow the rules?"
"My point exactly," The voice said.
"Hermione-" Mory began.
"Mudblood!" the voice next to her exclaimed.
Her eyes shot open; she thought she had recognized that voice.
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