Author's note: Hi everyone! This was written for Kelly (sevfank) who bid for me at the Support Stacie Auction back in April. I was offering a 10k Draco/Hermione (Harry Potter) story, or Tina/Artie (Glee) story. To make it more interesting for her though, I was asked to write both. Therefore, this is a crossover. It was extremely interesting and challenging to write, but I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: Nothing in the HP or Glee universe belongs to me.
"Hermione, we get it already, shut up!" Ron groaned at Hermione.
She slammed her fists on her hips, "Well, excuse me Ronald, if I'm excited that we finally get to go on a field trip that isn't to Hogsmeade!"
"What's wrong with Hogsmeade?" Harry piped up, looking confused. Well, more confused than he usually did.
Hermione sighed at them both. "It's not that there's anything wrong with Hogsmeade, it's just nice to actually go somewhere else."
"But it's not really that exciting, 'Mione." Ron frowned in concentration. "Somewhere in the Great States, Lime, Ohoo right?"
Hermione took a deep breath and spoke gently. "Not quite Ron. It's the United States, Lima, Ohio."
Ron huffed indignantly. "Exactly what I said," he muttered.
Hermione and Harry both nodded gently at him.
"So, have you both got what Professor Snape told us we need?" Hermione asked brightly.
The boys nodded.
"I still don't see why that bat is coming with us," Ron groaned.
"Because he has family near there, and so he knows the area," Hermione explained patiently.
"Right, but he's an overgrown bat. Isn't the point of this assignment to blend in?"
"Yes," Hermione said looking confused. "I don't understand how having a Professor along will hinder our progress in that respect."
"Hermione." Ron groaned, "He's a bloody bat! How on earth will that make us inconspicuous?"
"Good point." Hermione conceded. "But if it was Professor Snape or Professor Sprout, I think we're going to get less stares from Snape."
"True." Harry laughed. "If people stare at Snape, they'll just turn into stone!" He and Ron burst into laughter and high-fived each other.
Hermione huffed and turned away, "Boys!" She muttered.
"Now students, if you have not brought what I requested from you, you will find yourselves back at the Castle before you can say Hogwarts. You will not draw out your wand for any reason. You shall not reveal yourselves as non-Muggle for any reason. You will not release any bursts of accidental magic. You will not reveal that you live in a castle. You will not reveal any personal information about yourselves. You will find in the handbooks provided your intended area of study, and the group that you will be studying with. Any questions?" He finished sourly, glaring around at the students.
"Blimey," Ron whispered in awe, "Can we breathe?"
"If you keep asking silly questions like that Weasley," drawled Professor Snape from behind them, "You will find you no longer can." He swooped away and left Hermione, Harry and Ron gaping mystified after him.
Hermione shook her head. "Come on, we need to find out who our group is." She grabbed the pamphlet out of Ron's hands.
"Oi!" He exclaimed indignantly.
"Well, were you going to read it?" She asked impatiently.
"No, but thats not the point," he said indignantly.
"Let it go mate," Harry advised him, patting him on the back.
Hermione scanned the pamphlet quickly. "Alright, we're grouped with Draco, Pansy, and Blaise."
"Slytherins?" Ron groaned in disgust.
Harry looked green.
"Oh, come on," Hermione said impatiently, "We're not First Years anymore, and we can certainly handle them if we get into any trouble."
Ron and Harry looked at her as though she'd grown a third head.
"What?" She said impatiently.
They continued staring.
"Fine!" She threw her hands up in the air and stomped off.
An hour later, Hermione, Harry, Ron, Blaise, Pansy, and Draco were gathered around their Portkey, a musty old watch. Requiring that everyone was touching everyone else, leading to many arguments.
"Oi, Granger, move your bushy frizz off my face!" Pansy spat.
"I would, but your face is just too big," Hermione replied sweetly.
"I swear to Merlin, if you touch me one more time Weaselbee," threatened Draco.
Ron kicked his ankle, "It's not my fault you git. Oof-"
The familiar pulling sensation around their navals kicked in, and it felt as though a hook was trying to pull their intestines out of their stomachs.
The disorientating, black, void surrounded them, and everyone slammed their hands over their mouths, trying not to vomit.
A second later, they all landed flat on their backs in the middle of a field.
Hermione was the first one to get up. "I wonder where we are." she muttered to herself, grabbing the map they had been assigned out of her backpack.
Draco picked himself up next. "Stupid, ruddy, Muggle projects." He looked around and saw a field of green.
"Where are we?" He asked Hermione grumpily.
"About a mile outside Lima." She looked around, searching for more information.
"Whatever," Draco muttered, shaking his head. "Oi, Blaise!" He prodded him with his toe.
"Git." Blaise stood up groaning and reached down to pull Pansy up.
"Alright, are we ready then?" Hermione asked brightly.
"Yeah," Harry said quickly and nudged Ron.
"Of course!" Ron beamed enthusiastically at Hermione.
"Whatever." Pansy tossed her hair to the side, admiring its glint in the sunlight.
They started walking towards the main road. Hermione, Harry and Ron leading, and the Slytherins trailing behind.
"Come on you three," Ron snapped. "We want to make it there before nightfall."
Pansy, Draco and Blaise continued ignoring them, chatting intently amongst themselves.
They finally reached the outskirts of the town at 12:00. As they continued passing small restaurants and diners, Ron's stomach let out low groans.
"Oi, Weaselbee!" Pansy chortled. "I think your stomach's trying to tell you something!"
Draco tapped his chin thoughtfully, "I think it's along the lines of, 'You're poor and look like a troll.'"
"Just ignore them!" Hermione sang under her breath to Ron, catching his arm and pulling him in front.
Ron pretended to stretch his other arm out, flipping the Slytherins the bird.
"Ouch, that hurt Ronald," Draco said in a wounded tone.
Harry shook his head. Why of all people did they have to get stuck with them?
Draco sneered at the back of the bloody Gryffindors. Of all the people that they could have been paired up with, why them?
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