Enjoy, yet another chapter!
Draco sat down in the seat next to Hermione on the plane. He had intended to sit next to the window, but seeing as they were late they had the middle seats near to the front. On the other side of Hermione was a large man who looked strangely like Viktor Krum only paler and he had blonde hair. Okay so he didn't look like him at all, but they certainly had the same personality and air about them. The plane was busy and everyone was talking loudly to one another. It was like the airport, only worse, there was no escape. The old couple next to Draco kept making him put things in their over-head cupboard for them because they were too 'shrimpy' as Draco had later put it, to reach themselves.
As the plane started to speed up along the run way Hermione latched her hand onto Draco's firmly and closed her eyes.
"Are you okay?" he asked her, genuinely worried.
"I just don't like planes very much." Hermione tried to laugh.
"Well don't worry, I've been on one of these planes before and I don't mind them, so I'm here okay." Draco smiled at her.
"Why are you being so nice Draco?" she smiled back at him, "I mean only an hour ago we were trying to kill each other!"
"I don't know, I guess I've realised if I'm going to put up with you we'll have to try and get along." Both of them lurched back as the plane soared into the air. Draco kept her calm by talking to her, trying to distract her from what was going on.
They had only been in the air for about an hour when the air hostesses began to push their trolleys with meals on it down the aisles. The smell was vile and they didn't look much better either. Both of them peered under the tin-foil lid and immediately closed it again. What was inside the tray didn't look edible at all, in fact it looked like it had been eaten then thrown back up again.
"Hey, I'm going to go see where the others are sat. Wait here." Hermione told Draco, and he nodded in response. She climbed over his lap and began to make her way up the aisle just as the air hostess had done.
Draco closed his eyes and relaxed. Planes were actually quite comfortable once you got used to them, he had to admit. A gruff voice disturbed him though; Draco expected it to be Hagrid but opened his eyes when he heard what they said.
"She your girlfriend?" the man pointed at Hermione's seat.
"No. We're just friends I guess." It felt weird for him to say the Gryffindor female was now his friend after so many years of tormenting and annoying her.
"Ah, right." The man smirked and sat back in his seat. Draco didn't trust this character one little bit. He looked odd, he was wearing messing and dirty clothes, his hair was quite tousled but didn't really look as though it had been combed in a while, and boy did he need to shave!
"Why?" Draco asked with one eyebrow raised.
"Nah, its nothing mate. Just wondering." The mans evil grin reappeared on his face.
Draco decided not to think anymore of it. Maybe he's just curious, yeah that'll be it. Nothing to worry about. He closed his eyes once again and fell into a peaceful slumber. He began to dream, he was in a room with only one window, out of which he could see a busy main road and beyond that a children's play park. He looked down at himself, he was wearing a black and white striped robe, dirt lined his fingernails and by the looks of it he needed a good bath. He heard a shout come from outside, he looked between the bars that covered the glass. Hermione was stood in the park with the man sat next to her on the plane. She was laughing with him and holding him. Anger bubbled up inside of him and he had no idea. He began to beat his fists on the bars and scream at the top of his voice. But it was no use, she couldn't hear him. Draco shouted warnings at her to stay away from the man, but she just carried on.
"Draco, Draco!" a voice awoke him, followed by a tug on his arm. "They're not on the plane! None of them! No students, no professors! Draco, I think somehow we ended up on the wrong plane!" he came face to face with a tearful Hermione. Small lines of mascara were travelling down her cheeks slowly. Her normal sunny smile had been replaced with a frown.
"What do you mean? Surely their on here somewhere, maybe their in the toilets!"
"All forty-four of them?" she managed to laugh as she wiped away a tear.
Draco got her to sit in her seat and calm down whilst he pressed the button for the air hostess to come. He tapped on his arm rest impatiently and craned his neck down the aisles. He hated waiting. He could feel Hermione watching him, but he didn't turn around, he needed to talk to someone who worked on the plane. The light above them was flashing, so if anyone did happen to pass them, they'd see they needed help.
"Excuse me?" he asked the old couple to his right. The old woman was the first too look away from her book, she smiled at him sweetly. "Where is this plane heading?" he asked politely.
"We're all going to India!" she laughed. Both Draco's and Hermione's eyes widened.
"INDIA?!" they looked at each other in horror.