Hey everyone. The end result of me trying to procrastinate with my other story but that didn't go so well, so this came about. Honestly I not 100% happy with it; and sci-fi is not my thing guys. Sorry. I love the genre but I just. It just not my thing. Enjoy anyway.


Space Adventure!


The small Star Flyer was sailing smoothly through the expanse of space. The young pilot was observing his radar and inter-planet maps very carefully as the risk of asteroids and black holes were the least of his problems. His co-pilot, a young woman was running schematics to their destination and seeing as there was little else to do the man gave a heavy sigh and looked out into the darkness. That was his first mistake. A rough shudder ran through the small vessel.

"Report!"

"We have damage to the left wing and our shields have completely shut down!" the woman called out as multiple screens were screaming off warnings and data was passing her sight a mile a minute. The pilot quickly dodged an oncoming rock only to find himself in a sea of debris. The solar star Pricius just warped up one hell of a storm.

"Great. Any additional damage and we're done for! Get our phase cannon online now! These asteroids won't be easily destroyed, but we can move them!" soon as he finished the ship rocked violently once again. His screens cut off and were displaying warnings and repetitive alerts. "The radar is down! We'll have to make this manually!"

"Collin that's insane! You can't make it through a storm without at least the radiation scanner! It's dead and if we take even one hit, we're dead!" the co-pilot was trying to run codes and reboot their shield generators but nothing was going through. Every system was shutting down. With a sudden boost she was repelled into her seat as Collin hit the thrusters. "If you keep pushing the Core we'll be out of power before we reach the far side!"

"We'll make it!" He said, eyes locked on the oncoming asteroids. His precision was unmatched but even his flying abilities couldn't withstand the solar blasts coming from the massive star they were circling. With propulsion at its peak the ship launched forward only to clip the edge of a rock and be taken out by another solar wave. The systems crashed, the screens turned black and the pilots could do nothing but tremble with their ship in the vastness of space.

Seconds later everything came to a silent stillness and Collin sighed. The test was over; he failed. Again. With a hiss of releasing pressure the glass covering over their holographic pod removed itself to allow the two exit. Their classroom was relatively empty save for a few students still in their simulators running the exact same practise test. The instructor was sure to have another lecture prepared for him after the latest stunt. Suddenly the teen was hit very violently in the arm.

"Ouch!" he flinched away from his partner and rather pissed off co-pilot.

"Thanks to you Collin my grades have slipped down two marks! Why can't you ever think with your head for once!" the girl, Alison was red faced as she yelled at him. "If you'd waited two seconds I could've got another map up and we'd at least have an escape plan before you threw strategy to the wind!" he just glared at her.

"If we waited any longer we'd be dust by those satellite asteroids! I was saving us from further damage! And there is no wind in space!"

"You both are so wrong" Collin and Alison turned round to find a student approaching them at a calm walk. She was a senior, her uniform symbolized the best of her class and her Gear sat proudly circulating her bright red hair. Standing to attention they saluted before awaiting instruction. Waving them an easy dismissal the older woman smiled. "If you both actually paid attention to your surroundings you would've noticed the solar flares"

"We did notice them. They threw our radar and shields off instantly" Alison replied.

"True but did you ever think to run a diagnostic to see why they did that?" a second passed before realisation flashed through the younger girl's eyes as she spotted her mistake.

"If I figured out the electromagnetic radiation levels being released, I could've calibrated for the shields to feed off the stars energy rather than…die" she sighed in disappointed.

"And you Mr Collin Anver; you thought ahead of your co-pilot. Without that girl beside you, you'd have no ship to control. She's the one keeping an eye on every program running that machine; one tiny falter that would cost you your controls, she'll catch first. The single digit shift in the mainstream of code will be a live or die difference up there. Moving a ship's position and speed without strategy, you flew right into the mass of asteroids clumping together by the star's pull" she gave his a look of disapproval. "Being a Ranger is more than just flying in space. This school is to teach you how to fly in synchronization with a partner; another set of hands and bodily instincts to master the unknown, fly headfirst into danger and keeping ever occupant of our system safe. You can't do that if you're constantly fighting the one ally you have up there" Collin looked down in reprimand. She was right; of course.

"Thank you senior. We'll revise on what we've learnt" they said together, both just wanting to get out of the classroom. With a nod she dismissed them before going on her way. Lunch was about to begin in the cafeteria and she had a date.

"Oh to be young and naive again. Well, some of us were. I doubt you had any such trouble huh Hermione?" Ginny looked out the glass hallway into the vast galaxy of swirling stars, spiralling astral planets and the beauty that was their home.


H.O.G.W.A.R.T.S. the single best school in the known and currently explored universe. It produced the greatest, hardworking and most skilled fighter fliers; all of whom were scattered throughout the worlds to protect, provide and maintain the peace. Space pirates were a common threat to their system, it took brave, trained warriors to take them head on and fight in such harsh environments.

Headquarters Of Galactic Waypoint; Aerial Ranger Training Station. The most high tech of facilities catered to all kinds. Students trained in every processing flight system since the dawn of the 'Space Ship' around three centuries ago. Two individual pilots trained to think as one with their machine and be able to soar threw the stars without hindrance; one as the body, the other as the mind. The space port was also the leading figure in a multitude of new technology; very classified advancements too.

Ginny Weasley was attending her final year at the academy; a highly talented 'Nerve-Pilot', a term used for fliers who sat in the front seat of the ship controlling the 'wheel'. They had to know how to manoeuvre the machine like it was an extension of their body; no thoughts, just action and reaction. Over five years training herself and she was the current top contestant in the entire school. Sadly though, she wasn't the best.

"Hey Ginny. You finished up those flight plans for the professor?" the redhead grinned at her newly arrived travel companion. Luna Lovegood; highly advanced 'Cell-Pilot', known for her speed in cracking high level control systems and the ability to multitask operations without the need of any keyboard; hologram or otherwise. Brainwave chips they may have installed, but nothing could match to one who knew what they was doing. The teen was so lucky to have the blonde as her partner; even if she was a little loopy.

"I just handed them over. Our final flight will be processed and programmed in the next twenty four hours! But I have this feeling it'll be delayed" the two stepped onto an elevator at the end of the hall. With a swipe on screen, they started up. Blue eyes caught the blonde bringing up her Gear screen and the latest news.

"You're right. Nothing will be processed until after the weekend. The administration has debriefs to supervise, flight manifests to go over and a whole list of immigrants, not to mention unknown carriers to process. That alone will take days"

"Great. I knew my gut wasn't making noises just for lunch" Ginny huffed, eyes going back out to the stars.

"But on the bright side it means they're coming back" Luna closed the screen and hooked her hands behind her back. The doors opened with a hiss.

"Wait? Hermione's coming back?" the pilot grinned.

"Yes; unexpectedly but yes. Seems their scouting mission ended abruptly and turned into a rescue mission. They discovered the pirate's central base instead of their outpost. Came out with several hostages and the pirate captain. They're to receive another award for it, on behalf of the corporation of course"

"That's all I've been hearing about lately, but how is the duo doing on the more personal side?" Ginny stepped out the newly opened doors first, keen to get to the dining area sooner. She didn't notice the blonde's hesitance until she was a good few feet ahead. "Luna?"

"Well…they could be better?"

"That sounds more like a question than answer" a brow was raised. Unlike the energetic, 'no time for hologram calls' Weasley, Luna was very vigilant in keeping up with their friends all of whom had left the school and gone onto better careers. Harry Potter, manager 'extraordinaire' at the Ex-Nublar Station #4 and Ginny's boyfriend of three years, was the only other member of their rag-tag team to even get into contact with every member and he was in charge of a communications outpost. Luna's way had a little more illegal hacking and while frowned upon greatly, the redhead still took what she could get.

"Harry said they were at it again the last time he spoke to them"

"Their flying times and connection percentages have improved with every flight! The records are being amended daily because of them! How can two of the best pilots history has ever had, not be getting along?" Luckily for Ginny's brain the peeping distraction from her Gear comms unit saved her the struggle. "This is "

"Thought I'd let you know, they've arrived in bay #3. The Headmistress is going to meet them in her office but the walk over takes a while…" the voice on the other end was a saving grace. Ginny owed her friend one.

"Thanks N. We'll head their way now" hanging up the girl turned to her partner. "They're in #3. Let's get there before they blow another hole in the corridor!"

"I thought you wanted to eat!" Luna shouted as she ran to catch up with the escaping redhead.

"Food can wait!"


The ship came to a smooth stop on the docking bay's magnetic belt. Soon as the doors locked in place and return of pressure the large shell cover of the fighter ship released the two seated occupants. One took her time shutting down all systems manually before descending carefully in the no gravity field while the other just glided out with grace unmatched by man.

"You're breaking every rule today Fleur"

"I zought you loved zat about me?" a tall woman retracted her headgear, releasing a flood of sparkling blonde hair that fell to her lower back. The silver metallic combat suit she adorned showed every curve of her athletically slim body, while two deep blue eyes remained locked on her target of affection.

"I like it as much as I hate it" the other occupant of the ship mirrored the blonde's actions. Her gear resized itself to let out a mane of controlled wavy brown locks over her golden red suit.

Hermione Granger was the youngest student to graduate H.O.G.W.A.R.T.S, excelling beyond comparison in her field of schematics, system control and communication liaison. Her hacking was well above mastery and after three years of test, proven to have immeasurable brain power. She was also the only human in history to successfully download her consciousness into a digital form and return without consequence. A living breathing A.I and it was no shock to anyone either that her partner Fleur Delacour, current holder of over seventeen H.O.G.W.A.R.T.S records, highest score of a MARC-9 system stabilizer and the Galaxy's number one asteroid racer, wanted the girl straight out the academy to co-pilot the newest inter-dimensional battleship released. Of course their partnership was famous for many other reasons. Their connectivity for one.

"I got us 'ere in a single bound and wiz plenty of time to spare. What else can I do to make you 'appy mon amor?" the blonde, Fleur glided over with but a tap of her foot to the floor. She had a habit of hovering over Hermione, both literally and figuratively; the brunette hated it.

"How about not breaking rules thirty-nine to forty-seven of the 'Travellers code of Warp Jumps'. Using a black hole Fleur? Really? You couldn't think of a better way? The refugees were terrified we'd be sending them to the darkest pits of…"

"Zey need to lighten up. I would believe zey're able to 'andle a little darkness"

"A black hole isn't just 'darkness' Fleur! It's an abyss. The end of everything! It's literally nothing!"

"Space is no'zing mon amor" the blonde traced her co-pilots face lightly before finally touching down on the steel walkway. "And to us, no'zing is impossible. You've felt it. So 'ave I. WE are invincible…"

"Being a part of the ships central core and being invincible are two very different things Fleur" the brunette caught the digits making their way down her cheek before sighing. "Let's come back to this later. The Headmistress is waiting for us and we can't be late for the debriefing"

"After all zis time you still call 'er 'Eadmistress. You are so cute ma ange!" Hermione suddenly found herself propelled away from the exit when Fleur flew her arms around her in an overbearing hug of excitement and love.

"Fleur! The door's that way! Stop making us float in unwanted directions!" when their weightless bodies hit the bulkhead in the midst of a control struggle, Hermione was getting to her wits end. Sadly this was how her long-time friends found them.

"Should've known we'd find you up instead of down. So what you do this time Fleur? Tease her on her hair?" Ginny was smart enough to ground herself by the walkways railing soon as she entered the anti-gravity field while Luna was more than happy to just drift away. "Or did you ignore some guidelines while landing this beauty of a beast" the redhead smirked as her gazed over the contraption of a masterful two maned ship.

"She thinks it's ok to use black holes as transport warps and believing I'm still in a schoolgirl mind-set because…"

"She can't call 'ze 'Eadhmistress' any'zing else. Isn't she adorable?" Fleur interrupted the Cell pilot midsentence but apologised by grounding the two swiftly; close enough to her friends for there to be no complaint.

"Yes she's cute as a button, can I hug my best friend now?" with an over dramatic eye-roll Fleur released her normally unrelenting hold on her love for the two to finally embrace. Ginny had waited far too long for this.

"It's been forever Mione"

"I know. How have you been? Please tell me you're passing your classes and not spending every waking hour in the virtual ship. I've told you before, historical…"

"Records and logbook entries are just as insightful and knowledgeable as the simulated theories calculated by the pilots themselves. Yes Mione, I got every weekly reminder since you left. Thank you for those by the way. Couldn't have passed my finals without them" the redhead managed to near copy the brunette's factual tone in a droll of breath. Luna giggled behind a hand as she floated overhead. The other blonde in the room smirked.

"Of course they are helpful, honestly. You think I'd send them if they…wait? YOU PASSED?" Hermione was shocked at her friend's admission.

"Didn't I just say that? Congratulate me" the younger girl grinned like a smug little idiot she usually was that only earned her a punch to the arm. Hermione just smiled.

"I believe you two are now waiting for the mission" Ginny nodded

"Our final flight plan took me a whole week to put together and I handed it in exactly at the moonlight hour…"

"Which moon we talking about?" Hermione interrupted with a raised brow.

"Doesn't matter. But now with you two returning and the whole ship load of people you brought back"

"Her fault" the brunette hinted without remorse.

"Right. They can't process it until all the reports are finalised. So Luna and I are grounded for at least the weekend" Ginny concluded with a minor whine. Fleur was the only one to giggle at the still orbiting blonde girl more than content to enjoy the lack of gravity area.

"It's not forever Ginny. We'll debrief with McGonagall about the mission and then she'll be able to get a head start on the refugees. Your flight will get through before the weekend is done. I promise" the brown eyed girl gently patted her best friend's shoulder. "It's not the end of the universe"

"It could be!" Ginny whined over dramatically as the partners made their way out of the hanger. The longer they stood around chatting, the longer the handover would last. The redhead collected her free spirited Cell Pilot before following them.


"I see the logs are accurate with the reports I've got here but can you tell me again how this 'rescue mission' came about? I insistently remember this was a recognisance assignment" McGonagall lowered her glasses; an item not commonly seen in their day and age but the woman always held an aura of the past with her. No one dared tell her there was procedures available to fix conditions like that of failing eyesight. She'd have declined them either way.

"We were en route to our starting position when a flag came up in ze system" Fleur began before allowing her partner to continue with the technical side.

"A flag?" the Headmistress inquired.

"An unmarked ship" the brunette clarified for the woman. "My scans resulted in mechanical schematics, flight plan and ownership history along with past sightings of the flyer but it remained without name nor identifying markers. We concluded it had to be a small scout from the pirate headquarters"

"Following ze ship led us right to zeir base of operations. It was located on ze underside of a star circling asteroid. In constant darkness of a moving mass our scouting mission would've been a useless tool to make ze rescue. Zey were prepared, armed and 'ad ze power of a pulsating star to fuel zeir long distance lasers. If we did not act, zen we'd 'ave no o'zer chance" the blonde spoke factually, stern; powerful. Hermione couldn't help but admire such attitude. It was what got them together in the first place.

"I don't recall authorizing an attack Aerial Commander Delacour"

"There was no attack Ma'am. The vessel was commandeered using a Trojan program. Stealing their codes and schematics we were welcomed into the port's fly space without incident. Their defences didn't move as we docked and took down their electronics from the inside" Hermione continued swiftly, getting the facts onto the table before the elder woman got into such seriousness as their ranks. She felt the Headmistress's eyes tracing over every fine detail of their expressions. Looking for a tell-tale sign of dishonesty.

"Very well. I will review it at a later date and have the mission documented as a 'happenstance' of good fortune. I advise such circumstances do not happen again, Miss Delacour. Miss Granger"

"Yes Ma'am"

"Of course" Fleur replied with a grin much to the brunette's chagrin. The words were seemingly ignored by their senior officer as she closed the files continuously scrolling across her screens. The H.O.G.W.A.R.T.S. Leading Commanding Officer seemed to relax as the multiple hologram monitors fazed away from existence; their terabytes of data along with it.

"Let's talk. Off the record of course" McGonagall looked between the pilots before gesturing to the available seats. "You shut down their entire system. I'm assuming there is no surveillance to tell the tale of the exact happenings but I can guess. Gravity field generators fail, solar lights shut down and every double coded door locked in the override. You did yourself proud with this one, not a trace of any hacked outlet nor a cyber warfare. Tell me Hermione; have you finally completed your little project?"

"I have come to a…standstill in my research. All currently known materials don't seem flexible enough to withstand the full power of the human mind" Hermione replied smoothly, knowing their superior was no longer before them, but a long-time friend.

"'Er brain is too much for ze pa'zetic excuses ze labs keep creating. Any attempts she makes using zeir processors and servers ends wiz a mess" the blonde was more than happy to give her input along with a rather smug look on her face.

"Creating a new brainwave cyphering processor chip, able handle a fully functioning A.I isn't made overnight Fleur" the younger woman said sternly. McGonagall just watched their interaction in silence.

"And yet you made yourself into a living one in a single bound. Isn't zat right mon amor?" the two had their usual banter, they had their stand offs and they had their staring competitions. The Headmistress was not unfamiliar with these as were most of the facility but she didn't have the time to mediate such arguments currently.

"You both can return to the common areas. A room is free for you to relax before your next assignment. I'm sure your friends will appreciate the down time. Do try to keep things calm and uneventful for once" with that she dismissed them with a wave of her hand that opened her office door. Nodding their exit the two partner pilots made the slow walk back to the elevator. The instant the doors closed Hermione's voiced filled the enclosed space.

"I would appreciate you refraining from mentioning my project to every available ear" the brunette kept her hardening stare on the doors until they opened. She waited not a second before storming out; Fleur was left to trail along behind. Their path was towards the assigned room, if they ever got to their destination was another question altogether.

Arguments were a consistency to everyone that knew the long term pilots, where Hermione's mind battled with wisdom and logic, Fleur battled with charm and wittiness. Their voices were barely above the polite social standard, their body language subtle but anyone who walked the long spacious corridors knew better than to take anything at face value with these two. Saluting the famous pair along their path, students remained in awe at being gifted with such a sight. Hermione Granger and Fleur Delacour. The most famous flyers this side of well…the universe.

"I am sorry. I did not mean to anger you, mon amor. I just rell in ze feeling of knowing zat you're ze only one able to do such zings" at the pilots voice, Hermione couldn't help but simmer down.

"It's a private, classified project Fleur. Even to McGonagall we shouldn't be…"

"Oui, I understand. Forgive me?" Fleur tried to gain eye contact subtly but the brunette Brainiac knew better.

"I will if you stop trying to persuade me into something else"

"Now when 'ave I ever…"

"Last month at the galactic fundraiser when you…"

"Zat was purely by coincidence…" Fleur turned her head away in dismissal but Hermione carried on.

"The first time we took that new Starstreaker VII out for a test warp…"

"I am not one to waste perfectly good chance to…"

"The other time we took our own flyer out alone" the brunette raised a brow at the smirking face.

"Oh zat is a memory I cherish" rolling her eyes the two carried on, Hermione was lucky her body held such perfect muscle memory from all her years of training, not to mention daily exercises to stay in shape, that she didn't collide with the oncoming body of her old and favourite teacher.

"Oh my, what a sight! Miss Granger! And Miss Delacour I should've known! Welcome back!" the short man was a professor of over three decades and always had a data screen in hand where ever he went. Rarely seen outside his classroom or laboratory where he tried to further advance the Gear tech, the scientist was friendly and overly excitable. Hermione loved his classes because he delved deeper into the concept of mental connection with machines and the data stream that made Rangers so powerful with the creations they merged with. Fleur just found him a source of entertainment.

"Thank you professor. We're just on our way to the…" she was cut off when her hand was suddenly taken by the excited man.

"I must ask a huge favour of you. Please! It will only take a moment of your time. My students are awaiting for me to…"

"We'd be delighted to assist in any way we can" Fleur gave the man one of her most alluring of smiles. Her hand on the younger woman's back urged them all to move onwards, not that the tiny male needed much encouragement after hearing those words. The door hissed closed behind them seconds later but not before Fleur the scuff of a boot down the hallway.

All eyes focused to them instantly. A classroom filled with new and ready minds all set to take on the challenges of Ranger school.

"Students! You're in luck to meet the greatest of Rangers to ever sail the vastness of space. Fleur Delacour and Hermione Granger! Give them their rightful respect!" in unison the lot stood, salute and remained there for an order. After giving her partner a rightful glare, Hermione eased them back to their previous calmness before taking her place before the room. Out of respect for the teacher she took a breath and addressed the class.

"Good afternoon everyone. I hope you've been paying attention to your lessons. Because I will be quizzing you all" looking round at the tech present and the open screens many of the students had.

Some studiously going through notes while others less interested in learning and more keen to set eyes on the illustrious form of her partner in her combat gear. Fleur, ignoring them completely had her arms folded and eyes on the door. She wasn't getting any assistance today.

"Tell me, what is Gear?" she points to a random student. A boy in turn nodded and stood.

"Gear is a highly advanced tech that is a brainwave processor giving pilots their link with Ranger machines. It's the piece of equipment all Rangers wear around their heads connected to the small brain implant chips" Hermione had to hold back a groan. Not the most informative of answers but it will do.
"Correct, to the most base of standards. Without it we Rangers could not man out ships as precisely as we do. Connecting not only with the Core systems but each other is what makes both Nerve and Cell pilots the perfect space fliers. One cannot function without the other" the brunette was unsurprised to find Fleur only then joining her at the front of class, all eyes following her every bodily movement. The action was starting to grind on Hermione's last nerve.

"Can you tell me, 'o 'ere is a Nerve pilot?" the blue eyed woman calmly placed a hand on her hip as the classroom filled with excited males threw their arms in the air and calling out for her attention. "Ah zat is excellent. I didn't know zere was so many of you" she gave them an overly sweet smile. "And ze rest of you are Cell pilots I presume? Perfect. Zen who among you can tell me ze number of intruders about to come zrough zat door?"

All the underage teens looked both shocked and confused before switching focus from the beauty of the room to the aforementioned entrance.

"No cheating now" Fleur clicked her tongue in reprimand all the while still smiling. Hermione just took two steps backwards, closer to the wall and the only physical display screen still showing the last item the professor was talking about before their intrusion. Century old ships schematics? The man really was a historic at heart. Noticing the port a few feet from her, she closed the distance just as the door was forced open by three large figures.

"Oh my god!"

"Ahhhhh!"

"Run!" students capturing one glance at the hideous creatures jumped from their seats and tried to flee in masses. Large in size with reptilian scaled skin, dysmorphic three fingered hands and a bottom jaw too large for their head, the male aliens roared loudly at the sight of the two pilots.

"You!"

"Oui?" Fleur continued to smile with a curious glint in her eyes. "You must be some of ze pirates we captured earlier. Hmm? Why are you out of your cage?"

"You're the one who destroyed our base! You'll pay for that bitch!" they barrelled their way in, charging towards the front of the room, all to little success when the artificial gravitational pull in the room suddenly shut off.

"I zink you will find ze one who 'destroyed' your base of operations was in fact, 'Ermione" the blonde didn't move from her spot the slightest, gravity or not her body was trained for all environments. Students started to float up and about, their manic movements causing collisions and near injuries; thankfully the teacher had launched himself in their direction to assist as much as possible but his eye was still on the inevitable fight.

"You ugly, vile…!" the alien had sunk his claws into the metal floor to keep himself from floating away while his comrades were precariously now 'standing' on the ceiling.

"I will not allow you to call my partner such things" an electronical variated voiced called from the speakers. In a haze of visual effects, the 'leader' watched as a barrier surrounded his comrades from seemingly nowhere. A liquefied shield of radiating light became the invaders saving grace as well as their prison. With a new enclosed gravitational field they fell with a thud, figures colliding with each other into unconsciousness.

"What did you…?" the male humanoid gulped at the blazing steel eyes now inches away from his face. Fleur was hovering upside down before him, a keen smirk on her features as a sudden momentum send her leg flying, striking him clear across the jawline. The Nerve pilot was far from finished as she launched herself after the intruder to deal several more powerful unrelenting blows to his head, rib cage and legs. The zero-gravity was no hindrance to the fighter as she pummelled the alien until purple blood dripped from his eyes and mouth; a groan of pain was the only sign of consciousness.

"How are you able to…?"

"You will find ze abilities of zis facility are extraordinary. We 'ave virtual 'ologram stations placed in every crevice you can zink of, not to mention ze newest item from ze lab. 'Ard Light. A physical manifestation of radiating air particles that form a solid object or shape. And wiz my love at ze controls, I am invincible. Isn't zat right 'Ermione?" the blonde spoke as she stood atop said invention; a small diamond of radiating light was under the blonde's boots keeping her balanced and upright.

"For once I will agree with you" the electronic voice returned, this time with a projected shimmering hologram of the speaker. Hermione was standing proud in her flight gear, hovering above the victim. Only, she sported additional florescent flowing circuitry throughout her entire system; a living breathing A.I in every sense.

"You…you…" the alien proceeded to cough up more blood to which the holographic woman encased him in a similar sphere of light to keep the bodily fluids maintained.

With the intruders now contained and the threat reduced to an extra pile of paperwork, Hermione restored the gravity to the scene. A sheer number of students ended up with bruises from the landing but no complaints were heard after seeing such awesome acts of bravery and kick ass moves from the legendary duo. Security found their way after a notified message from such Cell pilot, to take custody of the prisoners while Fleur eventually made her way over to the brunette's body safely tucked away in the corner of the room. Brainwaves still circulating to keep the body breathing but inactive always had the blonde in suspense but when she finally held the delicate being in her arms, fear seemed to melt away.

"Don't you dare get any ideas with my body…"

"I would never…" the pilot grinned too sweetly. Hermione 'symbolic' glare ineffective, being hologram or not was questionable to the impact but she soon vanished from sight and the system altogether. Wireless retraction via her Gear was the swiftest way but it always left the brunette tired and achy afterwards.

"I didn't mean to drag you both into that Miss Delacour. I hope you can relay my words to Miss Granger when she awakens and tell her how sorry I truly am" the teacher was looking very guilty after the situation though his students were more energetic than they've ever been.

"It was not your fault Monsieur. Zey would've found us ei'zer way. I am just glad 'Ermione was able to connect 'erself through your screen before any of ze students were 'armed"

"Oh worry not about them. They've never had such fun. Haven't even been through their first simulated flight" he chuckled.

"Well, we'll have to pick a good one for zem zen. I know a few zat might be informative" Fleur's eyes gleamed with a hidden agenda but she confidently strolled away before the professor or any student could stop her. Hermione's body weightless in her arms.

"I guess that may be the last time I see Miss Granger in my class" scratching his head and chuckling to himself the short man started the clean-up, unaware that a girl was standing not too far from him.

"Professor?"

"Oh never mind me. I'm just thinking about the ceremony tomorrow" he grinned. "Miss Granger will soon become Mrs Delacour"


Yeah I know, spelling and grammar mistakes are all mine. Give me a little slack, its past 2am here...I tired. I gave the genre a shot. Yes? No? Honestly I not too confident with it myself.

Let me know what you think, another chapter should be following soon. Not SCI-FI! Promise!

Midmoon Kitsune out!