WARNING: SARCASM UP AHEAD

Chapter Three

Patty cake, Patty cake. Baker's man. Bake me a cake as fast as you can."

Hermione looked over Ron and sighed once again. The girls were sitting across the aisle with Ron in seats 8d, e and f and she took over seats 8 a, b and c. The plane wasn't as crowded as she expected, but it was at least three quarters full. She turned back to her book and continued to read. The plane had been in the air for a little over an hour and a half with another twenty minutes to go.

The plane finally landed and most people got off the plane. Hermione, Ron, Elina and Stella, though, remained in their seats, waiting for the plane to fill up once more and take off yet again.

"Oh my god!" Hermione playfully screeched like a schoolgirl. "It's Harry Potter! The world famous seeker!"

Elina pretended to fake while Ron bumbled around asking for Harry's autograph. Harry rolled his eyes at his friends and crossed his arms. "Ha. Ha. Are you quite done now?"

Hermione giggled and nodded her head. Harry walked past the laughing Ron and took the seat directly behind him.

"Hello everyone," a tender voice said. Hermione turned around and put a smile on her face as Harry's fiancé, Selene, walked up to them. Her black hair fell straight down to the middle of her back, doing anything if not enhancing her curvaceous figure. Harry jumped up and let Selene get to the seat beside him, receiving a perfect view of her pearly whites, surrounded by soft lips in the shape of a smile. "Sorry I lost you honey, but you will never guess who I found."

"Ginny?" Ron asked, somewhat bitter. Harry's and Ginny's divorce had been nothing but friendly as they realized that it was like being married to a friend who they had sex with. Only Ron continued to insist that the two were meant for each other, not wanting to see his sister with men he didn't approve of.

"Yes," Selene giggled. "How did you know?"

"Because she's right behind that man with the hat."

Everyone looked over at Ginny, who spotted them and waved. Her bright red hair was in curls surrounding her head and shook as she made her way over to the seat across from Harry and behind Hermione.

"Hi guys," she said, finally putting down her bag. "What did I miss?"

"Well Harry over there is being completely obnoxious and refuses to give even his best friend a simple autograph," Hermione said sarcastically.

The five adults got wrapped up in a conversation as the plane continued to fill up with passengers. They all decided to relax a little and get settled in before the plane took off when Hermione heard a sound she wished would never come from Elina's mouth. She followed the young girl's eyes to a fourteen or fifteen year-old boy with tan skin and blonde hair walking with a handsome man about ten or more years older who looked almost exactly the same. The boy was walking confidently, glancing every few seconds as Elina and smiling at her until he reached Hermione.

"Stop eye flirting and turn right," the man with him said. Hermione stood up so they could get into their seats. "Thanks."

Hermione sat down and tried not to blush. The man was gorgeous, but there was something familiar about him and she wasn't the only person who noticed.

"Can't put your finger on it either?" Harry whispered to her.

Hermione shook her head and tried not to look over. She rolled her eyes and looked at Ron. "Ron, would you mind switching seats with my dear sister so that she does not fall over when the plane begins to move?"

Ron turned around and saw what Hermione was talking about. He let out a chuckle and shook his head. "Come on Elina. Time to be nothing like your sister."

Hermione turned around and found herself an inch from the man. He had a humored smirk on his face. "Sorry about him. Would you like to switch seats with him so he doesn't end up drooling all over your dress?"

Hermione giggled and stood up. The boy, blushing madly, switched seats with her, leaving Hermione in the window seat. "So at least we don't have to worry about them being bored during the flight," she joked quietly. "Mye, by the way." Hermione held out her hand. She decided to give him her nickname that she gave out, annoyed about when people would have trouble pronouncing her name or asking about it.

"Drake," Draco said, shaking hers. Tired of the dragon jokes and wanting a new start without having to change everything, he just gave people the first syllable of his name. "Pleasure."

"And you." Hermione looked at him. "British?"

"Yes, how could you tell?" He asked with an amused smile.

"Spent the first seventeen years of my life in the UK," she told him.

"Well I would never be able to tell. Where have you been hiding for the past five years?"

Hermione laughed. "Five?" Draco gave her an innocent look. "Close enough." She giggled. "Italy, New York, France and Israel. And you? Going home or visiting?"

"Moving actually. The kid got accepted to a boarding school that offered me a job so we're off to reshape our lives. But before that, Ireland the second I got out of school then Spain once the divorce papers were finalized," Draco told her. "My parents wanted him to live with me."

"Oh really?" Hermione asked. "Same with me any my sister. So what are you guys? Brothers?"

"Yeah. Parents decided to wait until I was a teenager to handle a baby, haha."

Hermione laughed with him.

"I'm sorry, but there is something familiar about you and I just can't put my finger on it," Draco said, staring at her.

"Me too," Hermione said, staring back. "Where did you live in England?"

"It was a small town, but I went to boarding school for most of the year."

The topic soon changed and before the seatbelt sign turned off, Ginny was motioning at Harry and Ron at Hermione flirting with the mystery man and Elina and Miles were talking about Hogwarts.

Elina recognized a sticker on Miles's bag as a wizard band and asked him what school he went to. Their parents didn't hear them say anything about the other being a witch or wizard and Hermione's friends were too wrapped up in their adult lives.

"So what is this mystery school you're teaching at?" Hermione asked Draco after thirty minutes of "talking."

Draco took a sip of his ginger ale and looked at her. "Well I would tell you, but I'd have to kill you," he half joked. "And you?"

"Well since you stole my response to the question I guess I'll just have to tell you that it's a school very few people have heard of," Hermione said, trying not to sound too evasive.

"So I guess I'll just have to find out when I call you, huh?" Draco asked, smiling into his drink as he took another sip.

Hermione smiled, "Well first you'd need my number, which I just happen to have memorized. My memory just needs to be triggered by another phone number."

"Well that is not a problem considering that I just happen to have mine memorized."

"Wow, now what are the chances that this would happen?"

"I don't know. It must be in the stars." The two smiled at each other. Hermione finally let her sarcastic smile turn into a giggle. Which lead to a laugh, imitated by the sound of Draco's laughter.

"Where are you staying in London?" Hermione asked. "Family?"

Draco shook his head. "A small inn above a pub near the Underground."

"The Leaky Cauldron?" Hermione asked.

"How did you know?"

"It isn't exactly a hidden spot," she joked.

"So are you a-"

"Yes."

A/N OKAY, SO I BEGAN WRITING THIS LAST WEEK WHEN I WAS TWO MINUTES FROM SLEEP AND DIDN'T FINISH IT UNTIL TONIGHT WHEN I WAS THIRTY SECONDS. I AM SORRY IT SUCKED BUT YOU GOT THE IDEA. NOT THE ONE I WANTED, BUT CLOSE ENOUGH.