My holiday was amazing and I loved it. And while I was there also came up with a great idea for another story which I began to write.

New chapter, sorry its so overdue.

Enjoy!

"Where are you going? You're going to get us lost! Stop being so stubborn and just follow the other passengers!" Hermione tugged on his arm, begging him to turn the other way.

"No, I know where we're going." Draco carried on his brisk walk.

"You've been to India before?"

"Nope."

"Then how do you know?"

"'Cause I'm smart."

"Doesn't mean you can find you way out of a huge airport, does it?"

"Oh yeah, watch me."

"Maybe I will."

"Maybe you should."

"Maybe I will." Their voices were becoming increasingly louder and seemed to echo round the large building.

"Maybe you should!" Draco's voice boomed.

The two glared at each other. Both of them were just as smart as the other, why they couldn't realise this was anyone's guess. Either they were both too proud to admit it, or maybe it was the fact that up until today, they had pretty much been enemies. Nothing more, nothing less. You'd hardly agree with your enemy would you? All of a sudden a man wearing scruffy and muddy jeans, a creamish shirt that smelt like it hadn't been washed for years and a beard reaching down to his chest approached them.

"Would you like a ride somewhere children?" the man seemed to have an English accent.

"Yes, I think. Well I don't know. You see we were on a school trip and we somehow got on the wrong plane, yes doesn't seem possible does it? Well anyway, it happened and we ended up here. Now we don't know what to do, where to go. Oh god we're going to be here forever aren't we? What are we going to do? Scrounge off people for food and shelter?!" The young brunette female began to hyperventilate.

"Great going. I'd only just managed to calm her down! Bloody idiot! Why did you have to go and do that?" The man just held up his hands and shook his head and muttered,

"How the hell should I know? All I did was ask her if she wanted a ride." And with that he began to walk away, leaving a very distressed Hermione and angry Draco behind. Slowly he led her to the seats near to them and sat her down on the cleanest one he could see. He looked around, hoping to see some sort of sign or help desk. From the ceiling hung many signs, none of which he really understood though. It was not a moment later when he saw the one he needed though. It read 'HELP AND INFORMATION' with an arrow pointing straight down the long passageway. Draco sighed and pushed their bags underneath Hermione's chair.

"Wait right here, I'm going to go get some help." His reply was just a nod and a sniffle, but he took it as an 'okay'.

For about the fourth time now Draco had to explain what had happened to the woman at the desk. For some reason she didn't seem to understand what he was trying to tell her. Seemed pretty easy to him!

"Wrong plane." Draco stuck his arms out to the side and moved them up and down, doing a very bad impression of a plane.

"We got on." He used two of his fingers and made them 'walk' across the desk.

"Now were here!" he pointed at the floor. The woman looked at him quizzically and tilted her head like a confused dog.

"You know what never mind! I give up!" The blonde male stalked off muttering under his breath. The woman behind the desk watched him walking away and laughed, and then she went back to her work. Typing away on the computer in front of her.

"He should be coming back any minute now. I'm sure he will." Hermione looked from side to side shiftily. Trying to inch away from the man seated next to her. She could see out of the corner of her eye that he was leering at her, a disgusting grin plastered on his face. He could do with a good shave; stubble covered the lower half of his face. His clothes should be ironed, actually make that cleaned in the washing machine about three times then ironed twice! As soon as Draco had left, this man had come and sat right beside her. At first Hermione thought he was just being friendly, he introduced himself as 'Sebastian, the guy she'd been sat next to on the plane'. After the relatively normal questioning, name, age, where was she from etc. she noticed he was becoming closer and closer. Come on Draco, come on. Don't leave me here alone any longer. Come on! She urged him silently. And as if by magic, Draco's figure came into view. In her head she whooped and cheered.

"Let's go Mione." Draco pulled her up by her hand and retrieved their bags from underneath their seats.

"When will I see you again Hermione?" Sebastian asked.

"Possibly, let me see. Never!" Draco sneered.

"I was talking to her," Sebastian prodded Draco in the chest. "Not you."

"Why you-" But he was cut off by Hermione pleading him not to do anything.

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