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A/N: So, I tried revising my story codes in the summary, but oddly it won't allow me to add anything, only delete (anyone else have this problem, or know how to fix it?). Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that I forgot to add Bi in the codes. Sorry. And now... on with the story...

*****

Malfoy returned to his seat, budging my legs out of the way so he could pass. I watched him sit, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning. It had been a little over four hours now, and thankfully we have had no real problems, yet. Okay, well, that’s not entirely fair, considering I had been asleep for three and a half hours of that time.

“What?” I sighed, knowing I shouldn’t ask, but really needing something to do, as I was becoming a bit antsy.

Malfoy shrugged, still looking straight ahead. I could tell something was on his mind, and as much as I didn’t want to go inside that brain of his, I was terribly bored. “Come on, Malfoy, tell me,” I pleaded.

“Have you ever heard of the mile high club?” he finally spoke, as he turned to look at me.

I shook my head, “No. What is it?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “but some Muggle just asked me if I was a member.”

“Really? What did you say?”

“I told him to ask you,” he answered.

“Why?”

“Because I figured you’d know if I was or not.”

I furrowed my eyebrows, still confused. “How would I know if you’re a member?”

Malfoy exhaled noisily, throwing his hands up in the air. “I don’t know. I assumed you knew what it was, since you’ve lived with Muggles, and would probably know if I was a member or not.”

“So what did he say, after you told him to ask me?”

Malfoy grimaced, “He just smiled and said I was a very lucky man.”

“Oh,” I said, looking around the plane, spotting a slightly older man staring at me. “Is that the guy?” I asked.

Malfoy followed my eyes toward the man’s direction and nodded, “Yeah, that’s him. Should I tell him you don’t know?”

I shook my head. “No, let’s just drop it. Whatever club he’s talking about, I don’t think we want to join,” I answered, seeing the man suddenly smile at me, making me feel a bit uncomfortable.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Malfoy nodded. “It’s not like I want to belong to any Muggle club, anyway.”

*****

“I’m bored,” Malfoy whined, disrupting me from the movie I was watching.

“So, why not just watch the movie?” I suggested.

Another two hours have gone by, and we were still flying over the ocean. I started reading in the beginning, but had quickly become bored and focused on the movie that was playing instead. It was actually pretty entertaining and had let me forget about the time for a while.

“This movie is stupid,” he scoffed. “Muggles with their romance.”

“Would you stop?” I sighed, turning to look at him. “Muggles aren’t the only ones who like romance, you know.”

Malfoy rolled his eyes. “I’m not stupid, Potter.”

“Then why did you make that comment?”

“Because it’s fun,” he shrugged. “I always like making fun of Muggles, when I can.”

“Right,” I mumbled, returning my attention to the movie.

After a few silent minutes, Malfoy spoke up again. “Potter, do you like romance?”

Taken by surprise, I quickly turned to Malfoy, not sure how to answer his question. “Excuse me?”

“Do you like romance?” he repeated. “You know, flowers, chocolates, candlelight dinners, soft music. That sort of thing,” he rambled off.

I could feel my cheeks redden, embarrassed by this sudden turn in our conversation. “That’s really none of your business, Malfoy,” I finally said, not wanting to talk about my personal life with him.

He rolled his eyes, before spotting a young girl on the other side of the plane. He smiled over at her, receiving a giggling response. He looked over at me and smirked, “Enjoy your movie,” before standing up and walking toward the girl.

I watched in amazement, as he walked toward her, with no fear of rejection as he did so. I envied him a little, wishing I were brave enough to easily walk up to her like that. I kept my eyes on him, seeing him touch her hand in a flirtatious manner, before she offered him the empty seat next to her.

I sighed in exasperation, finally turning away from the two. I couldn’t watch anymore, feeling myself getting angrier at the thought. How was he able to do that so easily? Oh bloody hell. Am I seriously jealous of Malfoy now? I really need to get off this plane soon. My head is going to burst.

“Fucking bitch,” I heard Malfoy grunt, seeing him return to his seat next to mine, while rubbing his cheek.

“What happened?” I curiously wondered, noticing the handprint on the side of his face.

Malfoy stared over at me, with his hand still caressing his cheek. “All I did was ask her if she knew what the mile high club was,” he answered.

I furrowed my eyebrows, glancing over in the direction of the girl, seeing her face completely red in anger. “Weird,” I said.

“You’re telling me,” Malfoy agreed. “Serves me right for flirting with a Muggle.”

I rolled my eyes, ignoring his comment, as I leaned back on my seat and closed my eyes, feeling a bit tired again. For the past few weeks, I really haven’t had much sleep, so I was glad to be able to catch up on it somewhat up here.

*****

The plane jolted, causing me to open my eyes in fright. I turned to my side, noticing Malfoy wasn’t sitting there. I furrowed my eyebrows, as I searched the plane, curious to know where he was. I finally found him sitting in another seat, talking to that same man he had spoken to earlier before about that club.

I continued to watch the two men, noticing Malfoy flirting with him in the similar manner he was doing with the girl before. Now I was really confused. Why would he be flirting with this guy? And why was this guy obviously flirting back? I gritted my teeth, feeling something inside me crawl to the surface. I had no idea what this feeling was, but I didn’t like it. I didn’t like it one bit.

I saw Malfoy squeeze the bloke’s shoulder and then smile at him. I couldn’t believe Malfoy was actually smiling. He really has a nice smile, too. So much better than those stupid smirks he tends to wear all the time. Oh Merlin, did I just say that Malfoy has a nice smile? Fuck. I turned away from the two, not able to watch their little display of affection anymore, and closed my eyes.

The plane shook again, causing me to sit up a bit straighter in my seat, in alarm. What the hell was going on? Why was the plane shaking? And how come everyone on board seemed perfectly okay with it? I don’t know why I did it, but I suddenly turned my head toward Malfoy and the man again, feeling a bit curious as to what they were doing now.

The man was running his hand through Malfoy’s soft, blonde hair, while Malfoy just continued smiling. Wait, I did not just say Malfoy’s hair was soft, did I? I mean it’s not like I’ve ever felt it before. Well, okay, I did once, but it was only because Malfoy had to get close when he passed by me to go to the loo. It wasn’t my fault his hair just happened to breeze up against my skin in the process.

Suddenly, Malfoy turned to look at me. My body started to tremble, when his stormy gray eyes stared into my green ones. He then winked at me, before turning his attention to the man once again. Okay, what the hell was that? I mean why would Malfoy wink at me? And why the hell did my stomach flutter in response?

“Potter,” I heard someone call out.

I ignored the voice, as I continued to watch Malfoy playfully touch the man next to him, suddenly wishing it were me sitting in that man’s seat. Oh come on. Can I help it if I find Malfoy attractive? Shit. Did I really just say that?

“Potter, wake up.”

I quickly opened my eyes, feeling Malfoy jab me in the shoulder. I stared up at him, a bit confused as to where I was at the moment. I wiped my eyes and mouth, glad to find no drool, mind you, as I lifted my head up, still staring at him beside me, in bewilderment.

Malfoy lightly chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “We landed, Potter,” he answered my unasked question. “That must’ve been some dream, if you couldn’t even feel it,” he added.

I gulped, feeling my cheeks blush, as I turned around, noticing people getting out of their seats and moving toward the exit door. I cleared my throat, as I ran my hand through my hair to straighten it a bit. Not that it would help, considering my hair was not easy to tame. “You ready then?” I asked.

“I guess,” Malfoy answered, with a shrug. “So are you going to tell me what that dream was about?”

“No,” I simply said, as we both stood up and followed the others out of the plane. Right, like I was really going to tell Malfoy I was having a dream about him. Bloody hell. I was having a dream about Malfoy. What did that even mean? And why was I so jealous of that guy flirting with him? Okay, that’s it. I’m talking to a shrink when I get back.