Chap. 12 The Plane
Hermione and Draco spent the rest of the night sleeping. They were carefree, they had the whole week to swim and sight-see. Which they did a lot of that week.
The next day Hermione and Draco spent the day on the beautiful, secluded beaches, however they did not pull another sex in the water scheme like they did on their suspension...for fear of losing their swimsuits once again. Draco took Hermione to a lovely restaurant for dinner where violins played and couples danced. Hermione especially liked this because Draco was one hell of a dancer.
The week was filled with mountain sight-seeing, ocean liner rides, dances on the beach, extravagant dinners, they even toured old cathedrals (much to Draco's dislike, but Hermione loved it, so of course he did it). The honeymoon was nothing short of perfect. Hermione was blown away every day by the events Draco planned, and Draco was blown away every night at the positions Hermione planned, so all in all they both enjoyed their blessed honeymoon greatly.
Hermione even convinced Draco to fly back to the home...on plane. This was an experience for him. Draco had never been on an airplane, not once. He apparated, flooed, and port-keyed or (if a must) took a car or carriage every where.
'C'mon, baby, we're going to be late for the plane!' Hermione cried pulling her luggage through crowds of people at the Spanish airport.
'There's so many people!' Draco called back dragging his and some of her luggage.
Draco's eye then caught a small, motorized car. He saw an old lady get off of it, taking her bags with.
'Perfect.' Draco said to himself.
Draco ran over to the man driving the cart.
'Oh, I need this.' Draco said.
'You, senor?' the dark driver asked.
'Yes, me. Who else? My wife and I, now if you'd be so kind as to vacate this cart.'
'Excusa, senor?' the man asked confused.
'Vacate...leave.' Draco said smartly.
'Hermione!' Draco called, yelling toward where he saw her shuffle off to.
'I drive this senor.'
'Can't I use it?'
'For elderly, senor.'
'Fuck that, I want it, i'm sick of lugging all this shit around through all these goddamn people,
understand? I want to use this cart!'
'Draco!' Hermione cried from behind him.
Draco's face turned red from guilt.
'Yes my love?' He asked smiling sweetly.
'Wipe that smirk off your face. He doesn't understand why your yelling at him. These carts are normally for elderly people who can't carry their things around. You, however, are strong and physically capable of carrying your luggage.' Hermione said as a matter-of-factly.
'Well, tell him I want to use it.'
'We don't need it, Draco.'
'I didn't say we needed it, I said I wanted it.' Draco snapped back.
'Lo siento, senor, excusaro por mi esposo. A veces el bote ser un loco en la cabasa.
El...umm...nunca paseo en un avion. Puedamos usario esta vehiculo?' She asked in broken Spanish. (A/N: Roughly translated, Hermione said: "I'm sorry, sir, I apologize for my husband. Sometimes he can be crazy in the head. He's...umm...never rode on an airplane. May we use this vehicle?")
The Spanish man laughed.
'Yo como tu. Si, si, tu bote haber un paseo.' The man said comfortably. (A/N: "I like you. Yes, yes, you may have a ride.")
'What did he say?' Draco asked, arms crossed.
'He said he apologizes for acting so uncivil to you. He realizes he was wrong and will be happy to give us a ride to our airline.' She lied, but she didn’t want to piss off Draco more.
'Good. I'm glad he came through.' Draco said snobbishly.
'Don't act stupid, Draco.' Hermione said rolling her eyes.
The Spanish man got down from the cart and loaded their bags onto the back. Hermione sat by the man, Draco in the back, pouting from Hermione's ignoring him and sitting with the Spainard.
Hermione chatted in light Spanish with the man. She had learned some Spanish at her muggle school before Hogwarts, she didn't remember much, but she could carry a light conversation.
(A/N: They talked in Spanish, but here is their conversation in English)
'Is the pale man your husband?'
'Yes, he is. This was our honeymoon.'
'Ah, young love. How did you like it?'
'It was lovely. My husband may seem arrogant...which he is at times, but he's also very sweet to me.'
'You seem so young. How old, if I may ask, are you two?'
'We are both 17, but Draco, my husband turns 18 in September.'
'Where are you flying back to?'
'We live in England, but soon are moving to France.'
'Best of luck with him.' The man said jokingly.
'Thank you, i'm sure i'll be very happy.'
'Your husband doesn't look too happy.'
Hermione turned slightly to looked at Draco. His long legs were crossed, along with his arms.
His face was red and turned away, looking at all the muggles crowded in lines with luggage.
'He doesn't like airports.' Hermione stated plainly.
'Well, here is your airline. Madrid Continental.'
'Thank you so much, you've been kind.'
Hermione got out of the cart and stood by Draco.
As the Spanish man unloaded the luggage Hermione talked quietly to Draco.
'Stop pouting.'
'I'm not.' He snapped...obviously pouting.
'Tip him.'
'What?'
'Tip the man, he was kind enough to give us a ride, even though some elderly woman is injured on the floor back there because there was no vehicle for her poor old legs to rest in.'
'Nice, Granger, way to put the guilt trip on me.'
'Malfoy, pay the man.'
'What's up with you and tipping Italians.'
'He's Spanish you inconsiderate bigot.'
'I am not, don't fucking call me that. I married you didn't I?'
'What's that supposed to mean?'
'Nothing, never mind. I'm just in a sore mood. How much should I tip him?'
'Give him 3 galleons.'
'Three?'
'Yes, that's nothing for you, Draco. Just give it to him...you know what? Fine. Never mind, i'll tip him.'
Hermione then opened her purse.
'No, no, stop it. I'll do it.' Draco sighed.
Draco tapped the man on the shoulder.
'Gracias.' Draco said handing him the coins.
'Ah, gracias, gracias, senor.' The dark man smiled. He then drove off through the crowds.
'Let's just get on the plane.' Draco said taking his luggage and most of Hermione's.
Ten minutes later Draco and Hermione were sitting on the plane, luggage all packed away.
Draco just leaned back into his chair and closed his eyes.
'Ahh...finally...rest and relaxation.' He sighed.
'Reeaally...you can take 17 years of Lucius Malfoy, but you can't take an hour of an Muggle airport. Pathetic.' Hermione said rolling her eyes, opening up a Spanish People magazine.
'Hey, at least I went on this stupid thing with you. I could have given up and apparated easily.' He replied coldly.
'Yes. I suppose.'
'Why are you reading that? You can't even understand it.' Draco said rudely. He obviously was still upset about the fact that he had to take a plane and he would do or say anything now to start a fight.
'I cant understand some of it for your information, Malfoy. Besides, it's the pictures I care about.'
'What's so good about pictures of people you don't even know.'
'You don't know any of those professional quidditch players you read about do you?'
'I know OF them.'
'I also know of Brad Pitt...so I can read about him too.'
'Whatever.'
Hermione glared at him for a few second before returning to the beautiful man in the magazine.
It was not too long later that Draco had fallen asleep.
A noise from the overhead speakers came.
'Hola! We are flying back to London, England. We should arrive at the London Airport at approximately 8:28 PM. This is a five hour flight. We will be ascending in five minutes. Look to the stewardess for information about your safety.'
The message was then repeated in Spanish and Italian.
'Draco...Draco...' Hermione said bumping his arm. 'Wake up, you have to put your safety belt on.'
His eyes fluttered a bit before looking at her.
'What?' He asked groggily.
'Put your strap on.'
'Oh. Do I have to? It's so uncomfortable.'
'Yes you do.'
He growled as he obeyed.
The plane then started to move. Draco gripped Hermione's arm.
'What was that? Are we going to crash? Is something wrong?' He asked hysterically.
'No, no calm down, Draco. It's just getting ready to ascend.' She giggled, taking his hand in her's.
'Oh.' He said, feeling a bit sheepish.
Not too much later, the plane was slowly going into the air.
'Ah!' Draco cried quietly, pushing the sides of his head with his hands.
'What? What's going on?' Hermione asked.
'My head! Something is wrong, I think it's going to explode!' He said quickly.
'Draco, it's okay, it's just from the pressure.'
'It burns! It burns!' He cried exaggerating-like.
She hit him softly.
'Stop complaining, it's not that bad.'
'We Malfoy's have sensitive ear's, i'll have you know. Mine are popping like crazy!'
'We Malfoys...we Malfoys...' She said mockingly. 'Reeally, I would have thought you Malfoy's
would have more courage and not complain so much.'
'Just be quiet until i'm done writhing in pain will you?'
She stuck her tongue out and went back to her magazine, letting Draco "suffer". He then started to curse under his breath.
'God damnit...fucking goodie goodie. Doesn't even care that i'm fucking dying here...'
Hermione smiled to herself as Draco muttered idiotically.
An hour later, the plane was in the air and Draco was once again sleeping.
Hermione was bored beyond all belief.
'Ugh...stupid husband...doesn't even stay awake to talk to me on this stupid five hour flight.'
A pretty stewardess came over to Hermione.
'Can I get you anything, miss? Soda? Juice? Alcohol?'
'Oh, could I have scotch and orange juice please?'
After the woman checked her ID, she gave the drink to Hermione. (A/N: I don't know the legal age for drinking in Europe...but I decided to make it 16 in my story, which is crazy young, I know, but Hermione isn't going to get a fake ID now is she?)
'Thank you.' Hermione replied.
The woman smiled and walked away, just after catching a glimpse of Draco.
'Mmm...scotch scotch scotch. Scotchy scotch scotch...' Hermione mumbled as she downed her drink.
Draco's eyes slowly opened.
'Mmm...I smell something good.' He murmured. 'Ooh, scotch, let me have some.'
'No, it's mine. Get your own.' Hermione said drinking the last sip.
'Goddamn women...' Draco growled.
The same lady walked by again.
'Oh, excuse me?' Draco said grabbing her arm.
'Yes?' the woman asked, eyes twinkling, 'May I help you?'
'Can I get a scotch on the rocks?'
'Of course, sir.' She smiled.
'Thanks doll.' Draco said, smiling sadistically at Hermione.
She just narrowed her eyes at him.
The woman poured Draco's drink generously.
'If you need anything else...anything at all...just ask.' The pretty woman said just before walking down the aisle.
Hermione scoffed.
'What?' Draco asked, happily sipping his drink.
'She pretty much just through a mile-high invite to you...' Hermione snorted.
'A what?'
'You don't know what the mile-high club is?' Hermione asked.
'No. Should I?'
'Come with me.' Hermione said.
'Where?'
'To the bathroom.'
'I don't want to go to the bathroom. I want to finish my delightful scotch.'
'Get your ass up and follow me. I'm going to educate you.'
He rose his eyebrow and and reluctantly followed her to the back of the airplane.
'This one isn't occupied.' Hermione said.
'Then go.' Draco said.
'Come in with me.'
'Uhh...okay.' Draco said, he didn't want to fight, he really didn't know where this was going.
Hermione walked in, then Draco. He shut the door with difficulty.
'Hermione we can't both fit in here.' He commented.
He turned and looked at her. She had a seductive smile on her face. She hopped up on the small sink and opened her legs, pulling his body close to her.
'Come here and kiss me.' She demanded.
He happily acquiesced. He pressed his lips firmly against her's.
'Now...unzip.' She said between kisses.
He pulled away.
'What?' He asked in bewilderment.
'You're pants, imbecile, unzip your pants.' She said she she lifted her flowy skirt, pulling down her thong.
He smirked as he watched her do so...he was starting to understand what the 'mile-high club' meant.
He unzipped and got out of his pants quickly, but with some trouble. He then began to take off his boxers, he got them to his knees when Hermione grabbed his hands.
'No time no time.' She said pressing her lips to his. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her naked self against his bare member.
'Ohhh, a quickie?' He asked happily.
She didn't respond verbally, she just pressed harder against his member, telling him to hurry and put himself inside her.
He obliged. He pushed her against the side wall and pounded into her quickly.
Hermione let out a quick moan.
'Ohhh!'
He put his lips to her ear and bit playfully. Her fingers gripped his shoulders as he pumped into her. As he moved in and out of her, the hits against the wall started to cause soaps to fall out of a cupboard. Hermione then pushed against him, making him fall back and then he set her back against the door.
'Oh...Hermione...this is a nice lesson.' He breathed into her ear, sucking on her neck.
'Mmmmhmmm.' She moaned as he continued to pump into her.
Just as Hermione was starting to reach her climax, Draco pressed his lips firmly against her's, so loud moans would not emerge from her mouth. Just as Draco was considering pulling out, something shocking happened.
Draco and Hermione felt themselves falling. The bathroom door's clasp suddenly gave-way and the door swung open! The couple, still joined, fell into the small aisle. A plane full of passengers all turned to look. A little boy even was waiting outside the bathroom, eyes wide. Draco's back was on the floor, Hermione on top, people would have been able to see their privates, but thank fully and lucky for the couple, Hermione's flowing skirt covered them.
Draco looked up at Hermione, who's face was the color of a cherry. The little boy was smiling, but then quickly taken away by an older, shocked woman, presumably his mother.
'Oh shit.' Draco said when he looked back at the people.
No one talked as Draco and Hermione pulled themselves back into the bathroom, trying to keep everything covered.
'Sorry, 'bout that ladies and gentlemen.' Draco blushed.
The flirty stewardess blushed seeing Draco that way, but she also appeared to have look disappointed.
Draco then shut the loose door on he and Hermione.
'Oh. My. God.' Hermione stammered, 'I'm so embarrassed!'
'I'm not, that was fucking hilarious! Did you see some of the faces of those people?' He cried laughing.
'Draco, shhhh! They'll hear you.’
‘I don't think anything I say now will shock them...do you?'
Hermione laughed.
'I guess not.'
They got re-dressed and Draco opened the door for Hermione. As she stepped out before him, he slapped her ass.
'Thanks for the lesson baby.' He winked.
She blushed.
As they walked to their seats, many people muttered things and stared. Some men winked at Hermione, some women blushed when they looked at Draco.
Once they got back to their seats, Draco smirked and turned to look at Hermione.
'Well, this was one experience i'll never forget.'
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