AU! No war.

Written for Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

House: Thunderbird

Class/Task Number: Cultural Studies. 3. [Travel] new way to travel

Bonus Prompts:

[character] Draco Malfoy

[action] going on holiday

[action] sightseeing

Death Metal Container

Hermione takes Draco, Blaise and Theo on an aeroplane.

"I am not getting into a metal container that can kill me, Granger," Draco hissed through his teeth as he stared at the brochure in Hermione's hand.

"Come on, Draco! You promised me I could choose something for you to do with me! I got onto that broom of yours and let you perform that Wronski Feint, didn't I?"

"Yeah, but I didn't think you were going to choose something so terrifying!"

"It's less terrifying than a broom, at the very least," Hermione grumbled as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I can control the speed of my broom. What I can not control is the death container you want to shove me in," Draco pointed out.

"It's an aeroplane, Malfoy! Come on, I promise it'll be fun," Hermione whined as she gave him the puppy dog eyes.

Draco scowled and tried to turn away from her, but she continued to pester him to agree. Finally, he sighed and said, "Fine! I'll do it — but Blaise and Theo come too!"

Hermione looked bewildered at him. "What? What do you mean?"

Draco nodded and declared, "Either those two come along, or I won't go."

Hermione rolled her eyes but agreed to let Theo and Blaise come along.

During their sixth year at Hogwarts, Draco had turned over a new leaf and had asked Hermione out on a date.

Harry and Ron had hexed him silly before Hermione could even reply.

She had yelled at her friends and had wrapped her arm around Draco's shoulders to help him up to the infirmary.

Draco had smirked over her shoulder at Harry and Ron, and had placed his head on Hermione's shoulders dramatically, as he complained about the pain coursing through his body.

Hermione had hesitantly agreed to go on a date with him, despite her friends' fears that he would hurt her. He had hurt her — but it had been an accident.

They'd been out walking in Hogsmeade when Draco had slipped on a rough patch of ice and had dragged Hermione down with him onto the ground. Hermione had wrenched her arm and her hip had been bruised. Draco had accidentally elbowed her in the face as he had attempted to sit up.

That wasn't the only time the so-called graceful Malfoy heir had hurt her.

He'd once seen her walking down the stairs and he'd rushed up to her. He'd tripped over his robes and had fallen down the stairs with Hermione in his arms. They'd spent two days in the infirmary, to both Harry and Ron's amusement.

He'd also bumped into a suit of armour near the library when he'd seen Hermione walking towards him and the suit of armour had fallen on top of Hermione and him with a loud clang.

Blaise and Theo knew that their best friend was literally head over heels for the Gryffindor witch. And it showed in his uncharacteristic clumsiness, to their absolute amusement.

"What are we supposed to do on your holiday with Granger? Isn't that a bit.. kinky?" Blaise questioned awkwardly as he scratched the back of his head.

"What?! No! It's not kinky, you idiot! She's making me go to France with her in one of those death containers that fly in the sky!" Draco complained as he sipped on his cosmopolitan delicately.

"Merlin, what? You mean an aeroplane?" Theo cackled as he slapped Draco's back heartily.

"Yeah! She says that just because I did a Wronski Feint with her on my broom means I'll have to go to France with her in that horrifying thing!" Draco grumbled as he signalled to the bartender to bring him another drink.

"And where do we come in?" Blaise inquired.

"You two will be coming with Granger and me to France on our holiday — in the Metal Tube of Death."

Theo spat out his beer on the counter while Blaise choked on his whiskey. Theo smacked Blaise's back to clear his airways.

"What — do — you — mean?" Blaise wheezed, as Theo continued to thump his back with the palm of his hand.

"We're not getting into that thing!" Theo cried, aghast.

"Sorry, boys, but Granger's got high connections in the Ministry — I'm pretty sure she blackmailed my father about something too. Anyway, you two have a flight to catch with us on Saturday," Draco announced swiftly.

"We need passports! Yeah, we need passports and because we don't have any passports, we can't leave the country by plane," Theo tried to persuade Draco.

"Too bad, boys. Granger's gotten everything prepared already. I'm only here to inform you two are dying — sorry, coming along with me," Draco stated firmly.

"I — I have a date on Saturday," Blaise lied.

"Yes, with Death. I know," Draco deadpanned.

"Drake, mate, don't joke about such things, okay? We can't just drop everything and come along with you and Hermione," Theo said nervously.

"Did I tell you we're meeting up with Longbottom in Nice?" Draco asked, as he batted his eyes at Theo innocently.

"L–Longbottom? R–really?" Theo stammered out, his hands nervously wrapped around his glass.

"Yeah, he said he's got someone he wants us — well, Granger to meet," Draco continued offhandedly.

"I haven't seen France in so long. Yeah, I'll come along," Theo suddenly blurted out, as his eyes roved the bar but didn't settle on anything in particular. He missed Draco's triumphant smirk and Blaise's defeated groan.

"Then, it's settled. Meet us at Granger's flat at exactly one in the morning," Draco announced as he stood up on shaky feet.

"One in the what now?" Blaise cried, horrified at what he'd just heard.

"Yeah, she called it a red-eye flight — probably means we're all going to die with our eyes closed? I don't know. Anyway, just be at the flat with your suitcase ready. Granger said she'll owl you both what you need to pack for the trip," he continued.

"Merlin, mate, you're off your rocker if you think I'm going to come to Granger's flat at one in the morning for a trip I don't even want to go on!" Blaise howled as he slapped the table with his hand.

"Do I look like I care, Blaise?" Draco retorted as he turned around and left the bar.

"And you — you traitor! You're only going for Longbottom!" Blaise accused Theo, annoyed.

"Cut me some slack, mate! Longbottom's gorgeous! I need him to notice me!" Theo whined petulantly.

"You guys owe me one," Blaise muttered as he tossed back his drink and stared at the wall with dread at the upcoming trip.

"I told you guys to arrive at one — I didn't say you could sleep over!" Draco grumbled loudly as he glared at Blaise and Theo sprawled out on the floor of Hermione's living room.

"Oh, stop it, Draco," Hermione admonished as she handed Blaise the television remote.

"Ha! See, your girl doesn't mind, so why should you?" Theo teased as he grabbed the popcorn bucket from Draco's hands.

"That's mine! Give it back!" Draco whined, his lower lip jutted out in a childish pout.

"Theo, give it back to him. I'll make you some more," Hermione persuaded.

"Your girl loves me, D," Theo said, with a wicked smirk on his face.

"Yeah, just because you two bookworms like talking about things we've never ever heard about — and you like meat," Draco said with a straight face.

"What are you even talking about, Draco? Meat? What's that got to do with me liking Theo?" Hermione asked, bewildered.

Blaise and Theo muffled their laughter behind their hands as they didn't want to embarrass Hermione.

"Nothing," Draco said, innocently.

Hermione looked at him suspiciously and suddenly gasped. "Oh, Merlin! Draco! Being gay's not a logical reason for me to like Theo!"

"But you can talk to him about how gorgeous I am. And he won't judge you," Draco pointed out, amused.

Hermione huffed and got up, her cheeks red. "Sod off," she muttered as she quickly walked towards her bedroom. "And you stay out!" Hermione called out over her shoulder.

"B–but I —" Draco was interrupted by the bedroom door being slammed shut.

"Tough luck, mate," Blaise teased, his smirk devious.

"Oh, shut up!" Draco mumbled as he Transfigured the chair into a mattress and plopped down on it.

The three young men watched a movie about witches and laughed about how stupid it was and how it had gotten everything wrong about magic.

"Go the hell to sleep," Hermione yelled from the bedroom, and the boys quickly turned off the television to do as she'd ordered.

"Uh, Granger, are we supposed to stow away our wands? It says no weapons allowed," Draco cautiously asked.

"Just keep it in your bags, guys. And don't pull them out," Hermione warned, as they stepped towards the metal detectors.

"Are we supposed to pass through these things without our shoes on?!" Blaise was horrified.

"B–but what about the germs?!" Theo cried, aghast.

Hermione pinched the bridge of her nose and muttered a quick Cleaning Spell on their feet. "Just do it," she hissed at them, annoyed.

The boys quickly removed their shoes and put them on the conveyor belt.

"This is disgusting!" Draco muttered as he tiptoed through the metal detector.

"I'll need that sanitizer now, Granger," Blaise whispered, his hand outstretched towards her.

"Wait till we get to our gate," Hermione said, before she picked up her bag and swung it over her shoulder.

"What's this nonsense about carrying only 10 kg in hand?" Blaise asked, as he read the policy printed on the wall.

"Mine weighs a tonne!" Draco whined.

"You guys didn't cast a Feather-Light Charm?" Theo asked, amused.

"We were supposed to do that?! I thought we were travelling Muggle!" Draco howled, horrified.

"Don't cause a scene, Draco," Hermione whispered, as she glanced around nervously.

"You mean to say 'don't act like a brat'," Blaise teased, as he slapped Draco's back roughly.

"Oh, bugger off! Come with me to the loo, I need to lighten my bag," Draco groaned as he grabbed Theo's arm to drag him off.

"Are you sure you want to take me to the loo, mate?" Theo smirked.

"It's not kinky," Draco hissed, before Blaise could say something.

"Will you two be able to find your way to the gate? Remember it's Gate 12," Hermione said.

"Yeah, yeah - we're not idiots. We won't get lost," Draco stated pompously.

"We're lost, aren't we?" Theo asked, calmly, as Draco looked around with wide eyes.

"No, we're not," Draco hissed under his breath, a slight pink tinge to his cheeks.

"Can't we just ask someone for directions?"

"No, we'll manage."

"Dude, I know we don't really want to get onto that plane, but that doesn't mean we can just leave Hermione and Blaise on their own," Theo pointed out.


"Blaise is single, Blaise is hot - and he knows it. What if he tries to make a move on your girl? Do you really want that to happen? No, right? So, just ask for the bloody directions so we can get to them in time!" Theo snapped at the end.

None of the boys were in a good mood; they'd gone to sleep around midnight and Hermione had woken them all up two hours later.

"Fine, but do you really think Blaise will make a move on my girl? It's against the Code," Draco muttered weakly.

The Code. The boys had been twelve years old when they'd made a long list of rules neither one of them could break - or else their childhood friendship would be at stake.

The Code had rules about conduct, food, women, hobbies. It even had a rule which stated that none of them could use each other's hair products, on pain of death.

"Do you really want to risk it?" Theo manipulated him subtly.

"Okay," Draco said, before he asked a nearby security guard for directions to Gate 12, embarrassed that a Malfoy had to resort to such mundane actions.

"Good morning, passengers. This is the pre-boarding announcement for flight BA304 to Paris. We are now inviting those passengers with small children, and any passengers requiring special assistance, to begin boarding at this time. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Regular boarding will begin in approximately ten minutes time. Thank you," the announcement resonated through the airport.

"Do we require special assistance, Granger?" Blaise cackled loudly, as he jerked his thumb towards Draco who fidgeted nervously on his seat.

"Oh, stop it, Blaise. I can't wait to see you on the plane," Hermione said, with a wicked smirk on her face. She picked up the plate of pizza she had bought and carried it towards the queue.

Blaise blanched when he realized he would have to board the plane, too.

Was it too late to back out?

It was too late to back out.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome onboard Flight BA304 with service from London to Paris. We are currently second in line for take-off and are expected to be in the air in approximately seven minutes time. We ask that you please fasten your seatbelts at this time and secure all baggage underneath your seat or in the overhead compartments. We also ask that your seats and table trays are in the upright position for take-off. Please turn off all personal electronic devices, including laptops and cell phones. Smoking is prohibited for the duration of the flight. Thank you for choosing British Airways. Enjoy your flight."

Draco sat stiffly on his seat in between Blaise and Hermione, Theo on Hermione's other side.

Blaise had bagged the window seat, as he'd heard from one of the other passengers at the airport that the window seat was the best.

Hermione hadn't informed him it was the best seat to look out from.

"Why are we seated so close to each other?" Draco muttered as he peered over his seat to look at the front of the plane.

"Because the plane has at least a hundred passengers on board," Hermione replied as she flicked through the catalogue in front of her.

"What the hell is this?" Blaise croaked out, as he pointed at the button on his armrest.

"It'll let you move the armrest up and down," Hermione answered patiently.

"You mean we're allowed to press it?" Draco asked, a mischievous grin formed on his face.


"Wicked!" Theo exclaimed, delightedly, before all three men started to raise their armrests up and lower them down.

Hermione simply smiled, amused at how child-like the three men could become at once.

"Why's it so cold?" Theo frowned as he glanced around the cabin.

"If you want, you can turn off the air conditioning by turning that knob over your head," Hermione instructed him, as she pointed over Theo's head.

"What are all those weird buttons and lights?" Draco frowned as the boys stared up at the buttons on the low ceiling above their heads.

"That one is to call the flight attendant to you, in case of an emergency," Hermione explained.

"Can I press it?" Blaise asked, a smirk on his face.

"What do you need a flight attendant for?" Theo retorted.

"I feel lonely," Blaise replied, a wicked smirk on his face.

"If I see any single person press that button without a good enough reason, I'll throw you out of the plane," Hermione said sweetly.

The three men quickly swallowed, terrified, and nodded fervently.

"Good, now we'll be taking off soon. Your ears are going to pop, but it's completely normal. I brought chewing gum for us, so chew it on slowly and remember to swallow regularly," Hermione instructed.

"Swallow what? The gum?" Blaise asked, as panic rose in his chest.

"Your spit, you total berk!" Theo guffawed, as his terror turned into amusement.

"Can we still Apparate away?" Draco asked Hermione, cautiously optimistic.

"No, and if you even try something like that, you'll splinch yourself," Hermione stated calmly, as she stowed the catalogue back into the seat pocket in front of her.

The three men tried to hide their whimpers but failed.

"It'll be fine, guys," Hermione said with a soft chuckle.

"Will you hold my hand?" Draco suddenly asked her.

"Sure," Hermione replied as she entwined her fingers with his and squeezed.

"Hold my hand, Draco," Blaise muttered as he grabbed Draco's hand in his, to Hermione's mirth.

"What? No! I want in on the action too!" Theo wailed as he grabbed Hermione's right hand in his.

Hermione's laughter echoed through the cabin.

"Is this thing supposed to do this?" Blaise suddenly asked as he shakily clutched onto the armrest with one hand and Draco's hand with the other.

"It's called turbulence. And yes, it happens sometimes," Hermione explained, her hands still tightly clutched within Draco and Theo's.

"Are we going to die?" Theo whispered, horrified.

"Please say no! I haven't even married you yet!" Draco sobbed, as his heart thundered against his ribs.

"What?" Hermione snapped her head to look at Draco, astonished.

"Please say you'll marry me if we live through this plane ride," Draco sobbed brokenly, as the plane hit a little turbulence again.

"That is the worst proposal in the history of worst proposals!" Blaise howled, as Theo burst into peals of laughter.

"Oh, stop it, guys, don't tease him. I think it's sweet," Hermione scolded them as she let go of Theo's hand and turned to face Draco.

Draco's eyes were clenched shut.

"Look at me, Draco," Hermione whispered and cupped his cheek lovingly.

"I don't want to die without marrying you, Granger," Draco muttered, as he slowly opened his eyes to gaze at Hermione.

"Really? You mean it?" Hermione beamed at him.


"Aww, that's so sweet!" A woman in the row behind them cooed suddenly.

Hermione ignored the woman and instead said to Draco, "If you ask me properly afterwards, I'll marry you."


"Why don't you two go sightseeing? Blaise and I'll relax in the hotel," Draco suggested that evening.

"Yeah, we'll go to the Louvre!" Hermione said, excited at the thought of discovering something new in Paris.

Theo scrutinized Draco for a couple of moments and understood what Draco wanted. He smirked, but agreed to go along with his plan.

"I'll go get ready!" Hermione squealed as she rushed over to her room.

"Okay, spill," Theo demanded, a grin on his face.

"I want to find something for her," Draco admitted.

"Okay, I'll distract her," Theo agreed.

"Get her to the Eiffel Tower by nine," Draco ordered Theo.

"This is going to be either terrible or really good," Blaise muttered as he watched Theo leave the room.

"Let's go to the Eiffel Tower now," Hermione exclaimed as she grabbed Theo's hand in hers.

Theo teased, "You do know I'm gay, right?"

"Like you haven't reminded me for the past three hours," Hermione retorted, as they walked towards the Eiffel Tower.

"Still — what if someone sees us together?" Theo elbowed her in the ribs.

"Who cares? You're gay and half in love with Nev, I'm almost engaged to Malfoy. Doesn't matter if we go to the Eiffel Tower together," Hermione pointed out.

"What?! I'm not in love with Longbottom!" Theo protested weakly.

"You didn't say you're not half in love with him, though." Hermione smirked at Theo's flabbergasted expression.

"Is it that obvious?" Theo muttered as he shoved his hands into his pockets awkwardly.

"Not really, no. You're shy around people you don't know, so they won't realize. But we've known each other since we were eleven, Theo. So, yes, it's obvious to me," Hermione said offhandedly as they crossed the street and walked closer to the beautiful tower that shimmered and gleamed with lights.

Large throngs of people stood nearby, their cameras pointed up at the monument.

"Did you know the height of the tower was actually 985 feet when it was first made?" Hermione asked him, as she clicked a picture of the Tower.

Theo stared at the monument and asked, "Did you know the man who scaled the Tower back in 1954 was actually Abraxas Malfoy under Polyjuice Potion?"

"Wh–what?! That's.. why would Draco's grandfather scale the Tower?!" Hermione cried, horrified.

"Someone actually dared him to do that — it was around the time Lucius Malfoy was born," Theo admitted, with a toothy grin on his face.

"I can't even imagine Mr Malfoy scaling this tower — he'd say his hair would get messed up, or something," Hermione said jokingly.

"I can actually imagine Draco doing it, though," Theo said, a thoughtful look on his face.

"No, he wouldn't." Hermione laughed at the thought.

"He did?! He actually scaled the Tower?!" Neville gasped as he covered his mouth with both hands.

"Yes! He used a Sticking Charm on his hands! The Muggle police tried to catch him, but he Apparated away!" Blaise cackled, as he clutched onto his belly.

"That's.. why would he do that?" Neville gasped.

"Theo and I dared him, of course! It was right after Hermione said yes to his proposal," Blaise replied.

"What proposal?! Why didn't you mention that before?!" Neville yelled, stunned.

"Draco scaling the Eiffel Tower was better than the proposal," Theo admitted amused.

"How did he ask her to marry him?" Neville inquired.

"Eh, the usual way. He tripped over his feet, ended up on one knee and begged her to marry him," Blaise answered offhandedly.

"Pretty sure it's 'asked' her to marry him," Neville corrected him.

"Oh, no! It was begging, pure and simple!" Theo laughed.

"Yeah, he almost cried when he begged her. His exact words were 'Granger, I need you to change your last name to Malfoy'," Blaise continued.

"That's.. pretty sweet," Neville admitted.

"It's not sweet. It's sappy! It's terrible for Slytherin's reputation!" Blaise howled.

Neville laughed at that, and Theo watched him with a soft smile on his face.

Maybe he could use Draco's wedding preparations to slide up to Neville — and hopefully take him on a date.

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