Draco wanted to hurl.

The plane's turbulence was tossing them around like limp rag dolls, and he was starting to thoroughly regret the mornings decision to eat before flying. He wished they could have apperated. Or flown in brooms, or even portkey even. Yet Kingsley had insisted on this style of travel in order to "keep a low profile".

He swore under his breath as they hit another bump in the air. Cautiously, he turned his head to see how his partner in crime was holding up, hoping she was bearing it with even or more amounts of pain.

She didn't even looked fazed, her face showing no signs of discomfort. She looked as comfortable as if she was sitting in the library, reading her book without a care in the world. Feeling eyes on her, Hermione looked up from her book and she looked at him, frowning in concern for him. "Are you alright?" she asked as she pulled an earbud from her ear, pressing a button on the strange, flat gadget that sat in her lap. "You're all green."

Draco growled. "I'm fine."

"You look like you're going to be sick." She scowled. pulling out her wand, Hermione pointed it straight at the middle of his forehead, and it took everything he had not to squeal in fear. Last time they had been in this position, she turned around and broken his nose. She rolled her eyes. "Chill, Malfoy," she said calmly, though there was a tone of irritation in her voice. "I'm just going to use a charm to help with the motion sickness," She whispered an incantation Draco barely heard before a flood of sweet relief flushed through his head. The dizziness disappeared almost immediately, along with the swirling in his stomach. He mumbled a quiet thanks before leaning back in his seat, relishing in the wondrous solace he was felt.

An uncomfortable silence passed between them for a moment. Hermione opened her book back up, when he turned to face her again. "Don't you hate flying or something?"

Hermione didn't even look away from her reading. "Brooms and planes are very different things, Malfoy?"

He sighed. "My name's Draco, thanks."

She winced slightly, finally meeting his eyes. "Sorry. Old habits die hard."

"Trust me." He nodded. "I know."

Hermione closed her book and situated herself to face him, leaning her face in her palm. Her eyes glistened curiously, and Draco was glad the aisle between them was wide. The way she was looking at him made him feel… strange.

"Tell me about after the war. What happened to you?" Her words held no malice or ill intent. He didn't answer her for a moment and they both stared at his hands as he played with a loose string in the armrest of his seat. The confidence that Hermione was used to seeing in him was gone.

"It's a long story." He said. His features rested soft, despite his intensely thoughtful expression.

"I like stories."

She was smiling at him. A sincere smile that Draco was sure he hadn't seen directed toward him since… well he wasn't sure when. That strange feeling grew a bit more and he looked away before it could get uncomfortable. "Maybe later."

Hermione watched as his guards flew up, the stony, emotionless expression he'd worn during their years at Hogwarts was back and she didn't see it leaving anytime soon. She picked up her book in silence, pushing her earphones in and pressing play on her ipod. Curling into a ball on her seat, she let herself fade into the words on the page and the screaming chorus in her ear.

A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for reading! Please review and tell me your thoughts on this chapter! :)