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Draco sat, straddling Harry, his lips pressed against a soft pair belonging to the young boy underneath him. As Draco had fallen, unknowingly, his rather gorgeous backside had collided with a suspicious looking button on Harry's remote. The call button. So, while the two boys remained lip-locked - too shocked to react still - a young Singaporean woman (they were flying with Singapore Airlines) made her way down the aisle towards them, wondering what the passengers wanted now. Harry couldn't feel anything but Draco, he knew the latter wasn't breathing, he couldn't feel any hot air on his face. Malfoy knew he needed to breathe, but the slightest reaction would mean that what was happening was actually real and not just some terrifying nightmare just like the ones where Potter made his trousers disappear in front of an entire potions class. That was the most mortifying thing Draco could think of, - even though it was a dream - but in the future he would be telling this story instead...

"Helloooo? Can I help you?" The airhostess asked politely before glancing at them. "NO!" She shouted and Harry and Draco came to their senses, both blushing furiously. "Please, sirs, there are children on this plane! We will not have that kind of thing on here!"

The entire plane had gone silent, shocked by the outburst and glancing around to see what had caused it. Draco still sat straddling Harry, wide-eyed. They desperately avoided looking at each other even though for the second time that journey they were frozen in shock. The silence didn't last long as there was a huge BOOM! A few rows back and across the aisle, two sooty faced boys sat in just as much of a state of shock. Theirs had two valid reasons. Seamus Finnigan, in an instant of uncontained magic at what he saw when he stood up to look, had managed to blow up the entertainment system remote in his hands. Black smoke surrounded him and Dean and their hair stuck on end as if they'd been electrocuted. All the Hogwarts students found this all quite amusing, their attention momentarily averted from Harry and Draco's compromising position. However, the muggles began to scream.

"BOMBS, BOMBS!" They shouted, all hurriedly climbing into their seats and frantically putting their seatbelts on, resuming the crash position as shown in the safety video.

Malfoy, having climbed off Harry - smacking him violently on the head claiming it was an accident as if Harry had pulled him onto his lap which, thank you very much, he definitely hadn't! - was laughing at the muggle display. Both boys were extremely embarrassed and unsure what to do, currently they were just ignoring each other turning to watch the confusion behind them. Harry, who had figured out what was happening faster than anyone else, muttered "Crap!" and fumbled to undo his own seatbelt, needing to get to Professor McGonagall to explain. Once he was out of his seat, Malfoy watching his with curiosity and slight hostility, Harry raced down the aisle nearly getting knocked off his feet when a stewardess flung out an arm to stop him from going into the 'danger zone' but Harry dodged and kept going. A siren sounded within the plane and a couple of flashing red lights came on with a voice repeating "Stay calm, do not panic!"

There was uproar, muggles climbing from their seats to get as far away from Seamus as possible without jumping from the plane, and wizards looking on confused from their seats. Harry was pushing against the flow of people desperate to get to McGonagall before someone hurt someone else, other than the five times people had elbowed him in the chest trying to get past in the tiny aisle. Already though he could see people wrestling Seamus out of his seat and holding his arms, only causing more confused sparks to slip from his fingers and explode Neville's hand luggage.

Chocolate frogs began to leap from the bag, jumping out in every direction, climbing in peoples hair making more people scream. Harry helplessly watched as a little boy picked up a small sweet that had rolled to his feet and put it in his mouth. The wizard watched as the little boy's eyes opened in wonder and he turned to his mother, pulling on her sleeve. He opened his mouth to speak to her and a huge ferocious lion's roar leapt from his tongue shocking the plane once more into silence. This gave Harry the advantage he needed, while the mother prepared her lungs to scream at the top of her voice, Harry yelled "Professor!" to get McGonagall's attention. She nodded once at him before standing up.

"Obliviate!" All the muggles took on a dazed expression. "You!" McGonagall said, pointing to the two muggles still holding Seamus, "He needed to toilet and couldn't get out, you were helping him but you slipped." they nodded, bewildered. The old woman began to tell each and every passenger and staff why they were out of their seats, making up logical stories for over 500 people. Never let it be said that Professor McGonagall didn't have a brilliant mind.

"Needed the loo."
"That lady with the child had a question and got up to find you when you didn't turn up."
"She couldn't work the entertainment system, you went to help."
"You 5 were queuing for the toilet."
...

"Reparo!" Professor Flitwick was squeaking at the front of the plane, repairing all the damage Seamus had done with a few flicks of his wand, "lovely." He muttered, and climbed back into his seat, satisfied.

"We will be landing in roughly 2 hours, thank you." Came over the intercom and everyone shuffled back to their seats all still slightly disoriented. Professor McGonagall smoothed down her tracksuit and settled herself back down pulling the headphones over her face-lifting bun. Harry moved back to his seat with no sense of urgency, he wasn't particularly looking forward to the awkwardness that was likely to follow. When he did finally get back though it was to discover Malfoy had a silencing charm around him, his feet up on Harry's chair and was flicking through an interesting looking book called 'The Back Room of the Apothecary' by 'Ernerto Humfort' it had a fancy-looking gold cauldron on the front with a few galleons in the top right corner. Harry didn't bother announcing his presence, though Malfoy wouldn't be able to hear him, Harry was pretty certain Malfoy already knew he was there. Instead, Harry just shoved his feet roughly off the arm before curling up in the chair to watch Frasier, an American program he had become fond of after Mrs Fig had always watched them when she looked after him.

The rest of the journey was passed in silence and Harry wouldn't have had it any other way. He was still red in the face from the incident during the flight, knowing part of it was his fault, but he found it very enjoyable that Malfoy was extremely embarrassed as well... Maybe there is something fun he could do with this?

Sorry this chap is so short, will try and make the next one longer :) enjoy...