This is the Way I Fall
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Adult ++
Chapters:
15
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3,237
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97
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The Muggle Plane
Author's note--Okay, first of all, this is really short, and I'm sorry. But I ended it in this particular place for a reason, and watch out for the cliffie. I'm sorry in advance for that, but this is the way it has to be. LOL And now I have to get my ass in gear because I just realized that this is Chapter 10, and I only have through Chapter 12 written! (So if you guys are going to have an update in a few days, then I need to get to writing!) Thanks for reading!
This is the Way I Fall by Graballz
Chapter 10
The Muggle Plane
Ron, being tall and long-legged, immediately requested the aisle seat in their little trio, as he had learned the hard way that there was precious little space on Muggle airplanes.
“Merlin, am I ever glad that we have ‘wizard room’,” Ron hissed as they were getting buckled. “Can you imagine if that tent during the Quidditch World Cup really HAD been that small?”
Harry, who really didn’t see Draco and Ron being able to sit next to each other for a six-hour flight no matter HOW passing well they seemed to be getting along, opted for the middle seat, which left Draco with the window. He remembered trying to see out the small oval from the middle seat the last time they flew (when they were coming to America), and he was glad to have a better view this time. As soon as the three of them had fastened their seatbelts, Harry and Draco automatically twined their fingers, almost without thinking, as Harry continued his conversation with Ron without pausing and Draco observed the busy ground crew out the window.
**********
The taxi and takeoff was fairly uneventful, aside from the fact that Draco clutched Harry’s hand extra tight as the plane sped up. Using his free hand, the blonde poked through the pocket in front of him and looked through the airline’s magazine while Harry gave Ron a detailed rundown of their new life (outside the bedroom, of course). Ron was happy to hear that Harry hadn’t found a new best mate to replace him, and he nodded thoughtfully when Harry explained Draco’s involvement in the Chemistry Club. The blonde glared at Ron ferociously during Harry’s telling of their tango demonstration, but that was because the redhead was doubled over and laughing so hard that he couldn’t breathe.
The stewardesses brought the lunch trays around relatively quickly, and food silenced them all for the time being. The first movie that was shown was a relatively new action flick, which they all watched, even Draco. Towards the end, however, he rested his head on Harry’s shoulder and his eyes began to droop. He missed the ending of the movie, to Harry’s amusement as he kissed Draco’s blonde head and settled in, talking quietly with Ron until they both drifted off to sleep as well.
**********
Slight tremors jerked all three of them to wakefulness in an instant, and Draco’s stomach dropped like a stone. He couldn’t explain why he suddenly felt nauseous, shaky, and ice-cold as he gripped the arms of his seat, glancing all around him; the view out the window revealed fluffy white, cottony clouds, and he craned his neck to see if anyone else could tell something was wrong.
“Draco, you okay? What is it?” Harry frowned as his boyfriend wouldn’t stop fidgeting. At first, he thought it was because Draco had to use the restroom or was just bored, but when the Slytherin looked at him, Harry was surprised to see uneasy fear reflected in his grey eyes.
“I don’t know, but something’s not right,” Draco whispered hoarsely.
“What?” The redhead looked from one to the other.
“I don’t know,” Harry replied. “Draco’s upset about something.”
“So what else is new,” Ron grumbled, cranky as usual upon waking, but Draco didn’t seem to hear him.
“I don’t like this,” he whispered urgently. “Harry, something’s wrong. We should—”
Exactly what Draco thought they should do (which would have been to ‘tell someone’) was lost as the plane jumped again, more violently than before. The stewardess who was walking down the aisle at that moment careened into several seat backs as she was thrown around, recovering quickly and smiling reassuringly. Not a second later, the ‘fasten seatbelt’ sign dinged and the male steward’s voice came over the loudspeaker.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the captain has turned on the fasten seatbelt sign. Please ensure that your seatbelts are securely fastened and that your tray table is in its upright and locked position. Please remain seated with your seatback in its fully upright position; it looks as if we will be experiencing a bit of turbulence. There is no need to worry, as our captain will do everything in his power to ensure that we move out of it as quickly as possible. Thank you.”
“No,” Draco’s throat went dry, and his eyes widened. His gaze shot to the window as the plane trembled more violently each time until passengers were screaming and the sounds of children crying could be heard. The small drops ‘got’ Draco’s stomach as well as Harry’s and Ron’s. At first, Draco thought they were on some sort of Muggle roller coaster as the plane suddenly lost altitude and began to drop, tipping nose down.
**********
Author's note--The next couple of chapters are longer, I promise!!! Again, sorry for the cliffie, but this is the way it has to be...blame the muses for the angst!
Thank you SO MUCH for the reassurances and the explanations! I'm really not normally an insecure person, so that little bit of 'I don't know what's going on' really isn't typical for me. I really appreciate the way you guys came through for me, though! THANK YOU! And I'm really glad that it turned out to be 'all in my head' and that you guys did like the chapter! That makes me happy! And one small reason why I feel bad about leaving you with this cliffie, but can you guess the next chapter's title now? *wink*
And a quick 'sorry' to Miss Nikki because I doubt that this chapter will leave you with a smile...(unless you come up with a really creative way to kill me for the cliffie and THAT makes you smile lol)...but you can always go back and read the hot gay teen sex elsewhere to make you feel better! *wheedling tone* And yes, our boys WILL have more sex...just...later...
jbj1031965 Thanks! You know, I thought about that...and I really, really wanted to write it too, but the plot bunnies took one look at my "Mile High Club" idea and said "Fuck you hard with a large, sharp, pointy object"...so this is what you get instead. Of course, the "Mile High Club" fluffiness is JUST the way to get them back from England once all of the angst is over, so we might see hot gay teen sex on the plane yet...
thrnbrooke Thank you! I'm really glad you liked it!
gorgeousbrowneyes LMAO Thanks! Apologies that this one was a few hours behind (and a short chapter besides!) But I hope you guys forgive me for that...it's been a busy day. I think I know what you are saying, and I really appreciate the explanation. I reread what I wrote and now I feel much better about it. (Of course, it doesn't hurt that everyone was like "no it worked" LOL)
Hey, I want the black guy to win too! And that's who I voted for, even though Hillary won my state's primary. (GRRR) Did you know that Obama (the black guy) is also a Muslim? No idea if he's a practicing one or not, but I figure it might help tone down the hatred emanating from the Middle East towards America right now...or maybe not, but it's worth a shot...
It's the chapter I'm supposed to post in three days that I'm worried about now...lol But I work better with a deadline, so you guys are in luck!
Roozette Yay! Thank you for YOUR reassurances! (They were just what I needed! LOL) *giggle* What? You don't like Ginny with Blaise? *wink* Hey, I had to do SOMETHING to get her mind off of Harry....or else she'd be chasing Draco all over the place trying to kill him! (and we all know that he'd kill her first...hey! haha j/k)
You know, it even makes me happy to hear you say that you sometimes want to kill me (twisted and fucked up? Absolutely!) because to me, it means that you are invested in the story and at least are reacting to it. And that is my main objective when I write: to make it seem believable and realistic and for you to react/think/identify with it.
YAY!! YOU got plot bunnies for this story??? That is AWESOME! (Yes, totally American! LOL) Seriously, no, that's amazing!
This is the Way I Fall by Graballz
Chapter 10
The Muggle Plane
Ron, being tall and long-legged, immediately requested the aisle seat in their little trio, as he had learned the hard way that there was precious little space on Muggle airplanes.
“Merlin, am I ever glad that we have ‘wizard room’,” Ron hissed as they were getting buckled. “Can you imagine if that tent during the Quidditch World Cup really HAD been that small?”
Harry, who really didn’t see Draco and Ron being able to sit next to each other for a six-hour flight no matter HOW passing well they seemed to be getting along, opted for the middle seat, which left Draco with the window. He remembered trying to see out the small oval from the middle seat the last time they flew (when they were coming to America), and he was glad to have a better view this time. As soon as the three of them had fastened their seatbelts, Harry and Draco automatically twined their fingers, almost without thinking, as Harry continued his conversation with Ron without pausing and Draco observed the busy ground crew out the window.
**********
The taxi and takeoff was fairly uneventful, aside from the fact that Draco clutched Harry’s hand extra tight as the plane sped up. Using his free hand, the blonde poked through the pocket in front of him and looked through the airline’s magazine while Harry gave Ron a detailed rundown of their new life (outside the bedroom, of course). Ron was happy to hear that Harry hadn’t found a new best mate to replace him, and he nodded thoughtfully when Harry explained Draco’s involvement in the Chemistry Club. The blonde glared at Ron ferociously during Harry’s telling of their tango demonstration, but that was because the redhead was doubled over and laughing so hard that he couldn’t breathe.
The stewardesses brought the lunch trays around relatively quickly, and food silenced them all for the time being. The first movie that was shown was a relatively new action flick, which they all watched, even Draco. Towards the end, however, he rested his head on Harry’s shoulder and his eyes began to droop. He missed the ending of the movie, to Harry’s amusement as he kissed Draco’s blonde head and settled in, talking quietly with Ron until they both drifted off to sleep as well.
**********
Slight tremors jerked all three of them to wakefulness in an instant, and Draco’s stomach dropped like a stone. He couldn’t explain why he suddenly felt nauseous, shaky, and ice-cold as he gripped the arms of his seat, glancing all around him; the view out the window revealed fluffy white, cottony clouds, and he craned his neck to see if anyone else could tell something was wrong.
“Draco, you okay? What is it?” Harry frowned as his boyfriend wouldn’t stop fidgeting. At first, he thought it was because Draco had to use the restroom or was just bored, but when the Slytherin looked at him, Harry was surprised to see uneasy fear reflected in his grey eyes.
“I don’t know, but something’s not right,” Draco whispered hoarsely.
“What?” The redhead looked from one to the other.
“I don’t know,” Harry replied. “Draco’s upset about something.”
“So what else is new,” Ron grumbled, cranky as usual upon waking, but Draco didn’t seem to hear him.
“I don’t like this,” he whispered urgently. “Harry, something’s wrong. We should—”
Exactly what Draco thought they should do (which would have been to ‘tell someone’) was lost as the plane jumped again, more violently than before. The stewardess who was walking down the aisle at that moment careened into several seat backs as she was thrown around, recovering quickly and smiling reassuringly. Not a second later, the ‘fasten seatbelt’ sign dinged and the male steward’s voice came over the loudspeaker.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the captain has turned on the fasten seatbelt sign. Please ensure that your seatbelts are securely fastened and that your tray table is in its upright and locked position. Please remain seated with your seatback in its fully upright position; it looks as if we will be experiencing a bit of turbulence. There is no need to worry, as our captain will do everything in his power to ensure that we move out of it as quickly as possible. Thank you.”
“No,” Draco’s throat went dry, and his eyes widened. His gaze shot to the window as the plane trembled more violently each time until passengers were screaming and the sounds of children crying could be heard. The small drops ‘got’ Draco’s stomach as well as Harry’s and Ron’s. At first, Draco thought they were on some sort of Muggle roller coaster as the plane suddenly lost altitude and began to drop, tipping nose down.
**********
Author's note--The next couple of chapters are longer, I promise!!! Again, sorry for the cliffie, but this is the way it has to be...blame the muses for the angst!
Thank you SO MUCH for the reassurances and the explanations! I'm really not normally an insecure person, so that little bit of 'I don't know what's going on' really isn't typical for me. I really appreciate the way you guys came through for me, though! THANK YOU! And I'm really glad that it turned out to be 'all in my head' and that you guys did like the chapter! That makes me happy! And one small reason why I feel bad about leaving you with this cliffie, but can you guess the next chapter's title now? *wink*
And a quick 'sorry' to Miss Nikki because I doubt that this chapter will leave you with a smile...(unless you come up with a really creative way to kill me for the cliffie and THAT makes you smile lol)...but you can always go back and read the hot gay teen sex elsewhere to make you feel better! *wheedling tone* And yes, our boys WILL have more sex...just...later...
jbj1031965 Thanks! You know, I thought about that...and I really, really wanted to write it too, but the plot bunnies took one look at my "Mile High Club" idea and said "Fuck you hard with a large, sharp, pointy object"...so this is what you get instead. Of course, the "Mile High Club" fluffiness is JUST the way to get them back from England once all of the angst is over, so we might see hot gay teen sex on the plane yet...
thrnbrooke Thank you! I'm really glad you liked it!
gorgeousbrowneyes LMAO Thanks! Apologies that this one was a few hours behind (and a short chapter besides!) But I hope you guys forgive me for that...it's been a busy day. I think I know what you are saying, and I really appreciate the explanation. I reread what I wrote and now I feel much better about it. (Of course, it doesn't hurt that everyone was like "no it worked" LOL)
Hey, I want the black guy to win too! And that's who I voted for, even though Hillary won my state's primary. (GRRR) Did you know that Obama (the black guy) is also a Muslim? No idea if he's a practicing one or not, but I figure it might help tone down the hatred emanating from the Middle East towards America right now...or maybe not, but it's worth a shot...
It's the chapter I'm supposed to post in three days that I'm worried about now...lol But I work better with a deadline, so you guys are in luck!
Roozette Yay! Thank you for YOUR reassurances! (They were just what I needed! LOL) *giggle* What? You don't like Ginny with Blaise? *wink* Hey, I had to do SOMETHING to get her mind off of Harry....or else she'd be chasing Draco all over the place trying to kill him! (and we all know that he'd kill her first...hey! haha j/k)
You know, it even makes me happy to hear you say that you sometimes want to kill me (twisted and fucked up? Absolutely!) because to me, it means that you are invested in the story and at least are reacting to it. And that is my main objective when I write: to make it seem believable and realistic and for you to react/think/identify with it.
YAY!! YOU got plot bunnies for this story??? That is AWESOME! (Yes, totally American! LOL) Seriously, no, that's amazing!