Pureblood and Prejudice: a Dramione Romance

Chapter 4: The Airport

JFK Airport New York City, New York 8:27 pm (exactly when Hermione and Ginny ended their call)

A/N: I've never been to New York, Please forgive me. I've never been to England either, but I am trying my best to be as accurate as possible. If there are factual issues, kindly, please point them out to me, and I will fix them as best I can, as the story allows.

Stepping out of a cab and handing the driver some cash, a young tall skinny man with spikey black hair and round glasses stepped onto the sidewalk, as his partner got out the other side and went around to the trunk of the cab to pull out two small black suitcases. The pale blonde man was even taller than his friend, and he looked especially pale after the wild cab ride they had taken to get to the airport intime, and the greenish fluorescent lights on the curb leading into the airport terminal did not help how he looked.

"Remind me again why you thought it was a good idea to take a taxi Potter?" his friend asked sarcastically.

"Well, you wanted to get back before, some meeting you have and the anniversary ball, It's too far to apparate across the Atlantic Ocean, and we did not want to get attacked by that leech Skeeter, the second we landed in the ministry, besides both are closed at this time of night, and someone spent 3 hours repacking his case."

"Yeah, yeah, I know all that mate, but why the taxi?"

"Because" said Harry impatiently as they walked through the automatic doors, wound though the crowds, and joined the que to the ticketing desk for British Airways, "Muggles! C'mon now, we've got to go, or we won't get through security in time, and we'll miss the last flight of the night, and trust me, knowing you and your sleep needs, you would not survive a night in an airport terminal. Especially not in New York City."

"Please, Potter, I've lived here, same as you, for the past 7 years working on that same bloody assignment, don't treat me like I've never been around muggles before," was the impatient reply.

"Yes, that's true, but airports are a new kind of torture," Harry stated grimly.

With this his friend laughed out loud causing other people around them in line waiting to get up to the ticket desk to stare. One does not simply laugh out loud in public in New York without reason, especially for fear that you will look insane. It took a long time for people to stop staring after the laughter ended because well, this young man was so tall and so handsome that people could not seem to look away, it's as if they were bewitched. The blonde and the darker men were both young, attractive, and looked slightly out of place in their three-piece business suits and well their accents clearly being British made the women around want to stop and listen.

"Torture, Ha, I've been through torture," the amusement disappeared, and turned mirthless, then muttered under his breath but loud enough for his companion to hear, "Surely these muggles/no-mag's whatever you want to call them can't have come up with anything worse than the cruciatus, and all of the things that You-Know-Who did. I had him living in my house for over a year Potter."

They slowly drug their rolling black cases forward another two feet and stopped, this was slower than a snail's pace, even a flobberworm could probably beat them onto the airplane at this rate. This was torture, but everyone around them just took it in stride, minded their own business and they continued to slowly crawl up to the ticket desk. They set a quiet bet about which ticket desk they would be helped at. Harry bet 3 Sickles that they would get the grumpy and sweaty older man who reminded him of Uncle Vernon, and agreed that if they got called up to that desk he would do the talking. Draco bet Harry 5 Galleons that they would get called up by the incredibly pretty girl with long black hair like a waterfall down her back and big dark almond shaped eyes. Harry conceded that if they got called up to her desk that he would let Draco do the talking knowing how he had a way with the ladies and that he would be able to get them the best possible seats.