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"Right, I'll just go in here, "she pointed at the door that had the cartoon of the woman on the front, "And you wait here with the bags. Don't move." Hermione dropped her bag on his feet and ran into the girls toilets. Draco, using his fingertips, picked her bag off his feet and dropped it next to his own. Maybe I can find out what that pea-pod thing she was using on the train does. He smirked as he unzipped her bag, inside were clothes, some books a purse but no pod. Damn it, she must have put it back in her coat! The smirk quickly was wiped off when he saw Hermione emerge from the toilets.

"What do you think you're doing?" she said, with her hands on her hips.

"None of your business." He watched her eye him up and down then look at her bag.

"I do believe it becomes my business when your hand is inside my bag."

"I was just going to put my ticket in your bag that's all. I mean I can be so forgetful and-" he laughed nervously, wondering if his excuse would work. He knew it was a lame one, but that's all he could think of!

"Oh, okay then." Hermione said, not entirely convinced. She took his ticket off him and placed it with her own ticket at the top of her bag. After zipping her bag back up, she picked it up and looked at the big screen ahead of them.

LONDON AMERICA 1:00P.M

Hermione looked at the watch on her wrist; it was 12:40 now so they had twenty minutes to go. The duty-free shops were down to her left, cafes and fast food restaurants to her right and straight ahead was their gate. She asked Draco what he would rather do,

"Let's go shopping!" he giggled and said with a high girl's voice. Hermione glared at him. "Okay, okay," he said with his hands raised, "Someone obviously doesn't appreciate humour, I don't mind. How about we just go down to the shops and walk around for a bit?" Hermione nodded and led the way.

The airport was busy, people were bustling out of the shops, and others rushing around scared they were going to miss their flight. The overhead speakers kept calling out messages to the people waiting and every so often you could hear people complaining that their flight had been delayed. The pair walked past a gadget shop, and Hermione as she was used to things like this, ignored it and walked straight past. Draco on the other hand, ran straight up to it with his nose pressed against the glass, staring at the contraptions in awe. He kept pointing out things for Hermione to look at, and gasped if anything flashed or moved. He was acting like a small child in a toy store. The excitement was over-whelming him. Eventually, Hermione grabbed his wrist and pulled him away.

"Malfoy, come on!" he was pretty strong and was trying to resist which made it even harder for her. With one last tug, she 'freed' him from the shop window.

"Lets get a quick drink before we have to leave." She smiled at him, still holding onto his wrist.

"Ooh! Let's go to that place!" Draco laughed and this time it was his turn to pull her along. The pair walked into the busy café and walked straight to the place to order drinks from. Hermione smiled at the man who couldn't have been much older than herself and ordered an orange juice.

"Granger, I don't know what to get." He whispered in her ear.

"Just choose something off the list and ask for it." she whispered back.

"Give me a mock-cha coh-fee." He squinted at the sign, not knowing how to pronounce the funny looking words. Why they couldn't just serve pumpkin juice he didn't know. The man behind the till have him a weird look and began to make their drinks. After picking up the carton and the polystyrene cup they walked out and sat in two chairs in the waiting area. Hermione watched as Draco held his cup at arms length as if he was scared it was going to bite. Finally after 'assessing' it, he timidly took a sip.

"Holy shit!" he spat the coffee out and wiped at his tongue. "It burnt me the little bugger, it'll pay for this!" he was about to draw his wand out of his pocket until Hermione grabbed his hand and held onto it.

"Draco, no magic in muggle areas! You know that. Hear have my orange juice, it's a bit like pumpkin juice." Draco looked at her.

"You called me Draco."

"Yes and-?" she asked him, passing her carton to him.

"So were on like a, first name basis now, Hermione?"

"Will all passengers boarding flight one-two-six please make their way to the gate now. This is your last call."

Hermione shot out of her seat and grabbed her bag. Draco did the same, but not knowing why. "That's our flight! Were going to miss it!" she said in hysterics.

"Don't worry, they'll realise were missing and they wont go!" he tried to reassure her.

"That's not how it works here!" she started to run up the corridor, Draco on her heels as they tried to find the right gate.