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A Plane Catastrophe by dRaMiOnE221B
Chapter 1 : Baggage
 
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Authors Note: Hey guys!!! So this is my first story and I hope you guys like it! See you on the other side! :)

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Draco stepped off of the plane and looked around. Sydney Airport was not as glamorous as London’s, but it was clean and that was worth something. He walked to the baggage claim and sat for 3 minutes before seeing his bag. Just as he went up to grab it, his attention was drawn by a blonde who waltzed by without a care in the world. Come on ‘Draco get your head out of the gutter!!’ he thought, ‘What was I doing? Oh yeah! Bag!’
When he looked again, it was gone.


“BLOODY HELL!” he screamed, turning several heads. He blushed and lowered his head. Quickly scanning the belt for his bag again, he caught sight of a pink flower with the name ‘Hermione Granger’ on it. Just as he moved to grab it, a very pale shaking hand grabbed the bag.

“Can I help you?”

Draco slowly looked up and was met by the face of, none other than, Hermione Granger. In Draco’s opinion, she looked about ready to retch.

“MALFOY?”

Draco smirked as he stared into her face. She looked just as shocked to see him as he was

“Yes, mud blood?”

“How many times must I ask you NOT to call me that?” Hermione said through gritted teeth.

“At least once more, since I haven’t seen you since, oh I don’t know, the battle?” Draco replied, with more malice than needed.

Hermione winced at the strength of his words. “Well,” she replied with just as much force, “what are you even doing here? Why aren’t you relaxing in that big ass manor of yours with house elves waiting to answer your every request?”

“Wow, Granger, touchy, touchy!” Draco replied. Hermione glared.

“And to answer your question, my dad’s in Azkaban and mum is currently in custody of the ministry, so legally, I cannot stay at the manor.”

Comprehension dawned on Hermione’s face as she stopped walking and her mouth fell into an “oh” shape. She shook her head as if to clear it.

“You still didn’t answer my question, Malfoy.” She said, continuing to walk, “ What are you Doing HERE?!”

“Jeez, Granger!” said Draco, jogging to catch up to her. He grabbed her arm and whirled her around to face him. “You can’t stay still for very long, can you?” he spat. “I’m here to close on my new house.”

“Oh really?” said Hermione, feigning interest. “And where is this new place?”

“Uh,” he said, while fishing out a piece of paper out of his pocket. “ 232 Mockingjay Lane.” Hermione froze. “What, Granger?”

"That's where my parents live."

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Draco flagged a cab outside the airport, and looked at Hermione.

“What?” she asked.

“I answered your questions, now you have to answer one of mine.”

Hermione gave an exasperated sigh, then said “Fine, shoot.”

“Why are you here?” said Draco.

“Why do you think, you ding bat?” she said, Draco just raised his eyebrows. Hermione sighed. “To visit my parents.”

Draco smiled.

“What?” asked Hermione, looking at Draco holding the cab door for her.

“Well, I guess we can split the cab fare.”

The cab ride to Hermione’s parent’s house was a very long and boring one.
As they got out of the cab, Draco looked at the 2 level house that sat by the sea. He gave a contempt sigh before catching up with Hermione.

“So, does the Daily Prophet have its facts straight for once? Did you actually modify their memories?”

“Yes, Malfoy. I did.” She replied softly, as if remembering just how much she had made them forget.

“How much?” he asked.

“What?”

“How much did you make them forget?”

She stopped walking and looked down. She sniffed and looked at him, her eyes brimming with tears. “They don’t even know who I am.”

“Oh, Hermione, I-“ Draco started, but closed his mouth with a perfectly audible snap. As she stood there and cried into her hands, the thought crossed his mind, ‘ Should I hug her?’ She sniffled, took a few wobbly steps, then broke down completely.

“Hermione! I- I’m so sorry.” Said Draco as he folded her into his arms. She stiffened, then relaxed and cried into his shoulder. After a little, she seemed to collect herself, and pulled away. Immediately , Draco wished she hadn’t.

“Well,” he said, extending a hand to her, “let’s make them remember.”

Hermione took his hand, and together they made their way to the house.
As they stepped onto the front porch, Hermione let go of his hand. With a trembling hand, she rang the door bell. A shape appeared in the swirled glass in the door. As it got closer, Hermione started to look like a kicked dog. Draco looked at her and said,

“Come on, Granger, I’m right here.”

She gave a weak smile and faced the door as it opened to reveal a kind looking woman.

“Hello,” she said. “ Can I help you?”

“Hi, my name is Draco Malfoy.” He said as the woman’s husband came up behind the kind woman. “I came here to close on your house?”

“Oh yes!” said the man. “Allow me to introduce myself; Wendell Wilkins.” Wendell stuck out his hand. Draco shook it. “And this is my wife, Monica.”

“Nice to meet you.” Said Draco. “This is my friend Hermione Granger.”

Hermione shook both of their hands. “ Nice to meet you.”

“Do we know you from somewhere?” asked Monica.

“ Yes, you do infact.” Replied Hermione. She looked at Draco and grabbed his hand.

“Well do tell us! Come on in!” said Wendell.

Draco squeezed Hermione’s hand and pulled her into the house.
Hermione gasped at the size of the house on the inside. There was a kitchen that would put Hogwarts to shame to the right of the oversized foyer, complete with granite countertops and high-end appliances. Right in front of them was a living room with a huge plasma screen tv and the best sectional sofa Hermione had ever seen.

“Wow.” She said, at a complete loss for words.

“Yes, it is quite impressive, isn’t it?” said Monica. “ Well sit! Sit! And tell us where we know you from.”

“Well,” said Hermione as she sat on the comfortable sectional, “ It might be easier if I show you.” She grabbed the beaded bag from her shoulder and pulled out her wand.

“That’s very pretty, what is-“ said Monica, but stopped as Hermione said,

“Finitae Incantatem!” 

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Hello again my lovelies!!! So thanks to olivandershappenings for being my first review!!! I love you!!!! The next chapter will be up as soon as this backlog is done, which could be a while.... see you in the next chapter!!! 

 

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