Life with Zabini and Malfoy
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K.ROWLING and so does all other characters excluding any characters made up by myself…
Summary: As part of muggle studies, a must take subject for year 6 and 7, all pureblood students are to live with a muggle student and his or her family for two month. And guess whom Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini had the good fortune to get paired up with? None other than Hermione Granger of course!
A/N: Hey people, this is my first attempt at writing a actual fanfiction by myself. Reviews would be greatly appreciated) and so would Constructive criticisms. If you find any obvious grammar/spelling or some other problems please notify me!
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And the Slytherins went wild.
Loud protests, roars of anger and colorful Curses flew across the Great Hall as Dumbledore sat down from his little speech, his eyes twinkling as usual behind his half-moon glasses and a merry smile appeared on his face.
"He has gone bonkers, I tell you, bonkers!" Ronald Weasley said to his two best friends, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger.
Harry nodded his head in agreement.
"Dumbledore finally lost it," He muttered.
Hermione frowned and whacked Ron none too gently on the head, earning herself an "Ouch!" and a glare from him and said, "It is a little crazy, but it is a brilliant idea nonetheless."
Ron and Harry looked at her with wide eyes and jaws hanging open. Hermione looked at the half chewed pumpkins pie in Ron's mouth in disgust, "Ronald! Don't shut your mouth when you chew!
"Bri-brilliant?"Harry stammered.
"Are you mad?" Ron asked incredulously.
Hermione huffed and turned away from her friends.
"Okay," Harry said, "Let me recap,"
Hermione glanced sideway at him.
"As part of muggle study, a new subject which starting from year six everyone have to take, two or three purebloods are to go and live with a muggleborn and his or her family in the same year for the last two month before summer holidays to learn about the ways that muggles live. Which means using all muggle devices, going to a muggle school and using absolutely no magic. And you-you think.."
"Think it is bloody brilliant!" Ron finished for Harry.
"Well," Hermione defended, "I'm not to keen on the idea of missing classes and not being able to use magic. There is also the fact that you won't find any useful books in a muggle library. I am sure Madame Prince will allow me to borrow some books from the school library though. They probably will be giving out homework. They better be, I mean they should make up for the work we missed in the two months away. I, for one, would absolutely hate to miss some of the curriculum…
Hermione continued on, more mumbling and voicing her concerns to herself than anybody else until an irritated Ron interrupted her.
"And your point is?"
"My point is," Hermione said, using her best teacher's voice. "Whether we like it or not, witch and wizards still have numerous interaction with muggles. I just thought, if purebloods like Malfoy understood muggles more, he would be less prejudiced. Besides, muggles do have some awesome devices. Like the mobile phone, I much prefer that over talking to a head in the fireplace. Also, laptops sure can come in handy when writing one of those ten page long essays.."
"Yes," muttered Harry, "that is true."
But Ron continues to look unconvinced.
"On top of all that, with all the six and seven years away, the professors in the Order of Phoenix can have more time planning against Voldmort," Ron winced at the name, "Some students could also be safer in the muggle world. And sometime away from all this magic and a look into the world of the people Voldmort is hurting might change some minds about getting the dark mark like..like Malfoy even."
Harry nodded at Hermione's logic.
But Ron, being Ron, shook his head and spat, "People like Malfoy is bad to the root, they'll never change!"
"Have a little faith!" Hermione said, "With people constantly telling them they are bad to the root and absolutely no encouragements, do you think they will want to change?"
"Faith? Faith!" Ron yelled attracting attention, "Do you remember how he bullied us for the past six years? How he never fails to call you mudblood?"
"For goodness—!"
Harry interrupted before they could argue any longer, "speaking of Malfoy…."
All three pair of eyes turned to the Slytherin table, where a red-faced Draco Malfoy was speaking furiously with Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy, shouting out n occasional "this is ridiculous!" or "no way I am going to live with dirty mudbloods!"
At the sound of clinging spoon from the head table, the students fell silent as Dumbledore stood up once again.
"Year six and seven please go straight to your house's common room after super, the head of the house will come to inform you of your living arrangements. And may I please remind you," Dumbledore said, looking straight at Malfoy who had yelled out that he is thinking about using Aveda on the muggle family he has to live with, "that any magic used out of school grounds, especially the Aveda," he paused dramatically as few students sniggered, "will result in severe punishment and expulsion."
The Great Hall broke into murmurs and protests.
"We don't even get to choose who we live with!" Ron asked in outrage.
"I pity anyone who get Malfoy," Harry said, frowning at the thought, "or anyone other Slytherin for that fact."
"Harry," Hermione said in a concerned voice, "do you think the Durselys will be happy with you bringing two or three of your magical friend's home?"
Harry's eyes widened at the realization, "Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia will absolutely kill me! They probably will lock us up for most of our time there!"
Hermione shook her head in disagreement, "Dumbledore won't allow that! He probably already sent letter's home to parents to us for their consent. If the family says no, which your aunt and uncle probably did, then you probably will be going along with someone else. But if so, why did my parents not owl me about it?"
"Dumbledore probably wanted to tell us himself, just to laugh at our reaction. He probably has everything already planned out, that crazy old man," Ron said, half in admiration, half in disgust.
Ten minutes later, the trio arrived at the Gryffindor common room, joining other six and seven year students and a few younger ones there out of curiosity and entertainment as they waited for professor Mcgonagall to show up and notify them about their living partners.
"Hey!" the three turned their heads to find the youngest Weasley walking towards them.
"Ginny!" Hermione called out in delight.
"Can you believe Dumbledore?" Ginny laughed, "trust him to come up with crazy ideas like these!"
Ron snorted.
"I wonder who I'll get paired with," Ron said in wonder.
"Oh! I do hope you and Harry can come with me!" Hermione said, "My parents probably are thrilled to meet some of my classmates and agreed to play host."
"Erg!" Ginny said, "What on earth am I going to do with all of you away? Just my luck I had to be a year younger than all of you!"
"We'll owl you, Ginny!" Hermione promised as professor Mcgonagall entered.
The Common room immediately fell silent as she started talking,
"I know some of you might find the living arrangements quiet disagreeable," Professor Mcgonagall looked around the room, "But, the decisions are final and no one are allowed to trade places so they can spend the time with their friends. The other professors and I thought this would be a good time for the houses to interact, which means, yes Mr. Weasley, that you might be living with a student of another house."
Everyone in the room groaned and protested, the younger kids out of pity for the older ones.
"Do not think, that just because myself and other professors are not there to watch over you, you are allowed to do however you wish. We will be notified about your activities and will turn up quiet often to check upon you. Also, your behaviors will still affect your house points. So I trust you all to be mature enough not to do anything rash."
Some students groaned again, having their plans of trading places secretly destroyed.
"Now, I will call out three student names at one time, the first name will be the student whose parents or guardian agreed to play host or hostess, the latter two will be the guest. I will then post the list beside the entrance for you all to see if anyone of you think you missed your name. Also, I would recommend you all to start packing as soon as possible, all six and seven years will be boarding the Hogwart's Express in three days time and will be picked up at the train station by your host. Tomorrow will be the last day of class; you will receive your homework tomorrow. I would highly advise you to finish this homework unless you are wishing for suspension in the beginning of next term or not graduate in the year seven cases."
Professor Mcgonagall waited until the complains died down and started to read names, "Dean Thomas, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley."
The three boys cheered and stood up to high five each other.
Professor Mcgonagall looked disapprovingly at them and said, "There will be no more of that please."
Harry sat down beside Hermione and said "sorry 'Mione,"
Hermione smiled, as she looked at the two boys, barely able to contain their excitement. "Nah, I need a break from you two anyway."
Soon all the names were read and students start to move upstairs to sleep all the while muttering or complaining about their living mates for the next two month. Hermione however looked confused, as she cannot find her name on the list posted on the wall.
"Ms. Granger?" Hermione turned around to find Professor Mcgonagall looking at her. "Can you come with me please?"
Hermione looked questionably as she was led out of the Gryffindor common room. Harry and Ron made a move to follow but Hermione give them a look to tell them to stay.
"Professor," Hermione said carefully, "if you don't mind me asking could you tell me where we are going?"
"To Dumbledore's office," was her only answer.
Minutes later Hermione arrived at the gargoyle that marked the entrance to Dumbledore's quarter.
"Pineapple ducks," Mcgonagall said the password stiffly while Hermione stifled a giggle, trust Dumbledore to come up with non-guessable passwords.
The door swung open and Hermione entered and walked up the stairs. Before she could knock on the door, Mcgonagall had already brushed passed her and opened it.
Hermione followed curiously, her professor somehow seemed angry. She gasped as she noticed the figures in the room. It was none other then Draco Malfoy…and a Dark haired boy Hermione remembered vaguely seeing in potions called Zabini.
"Ahhh, hello Miss Granger!" Dumbledore said, Hermione noted the phoenix perching on his shoulder.
"If it isn't Potter's little girlfriend," Malfoy said with a sneer on his face. Hermione glared at him.
"Well, seeing they are all here, please get started," Mcgonagall said, impatient.
"No hurries, Minerva," Dumbledore replied, "Would you like a Lemon Sherbert, Ms Granger? It is a pity that neither Mr.malfoy nor Mr.Zabini share my like of sweets."
Hermione accepted the candy and popped it in her mouth as Malfoy and Zabini stared at her.
"Why am I here?" Malfoy leaned forward in his chair to slap Dumbledore's desk, "honestly, I have no idea why I am wasting my time with an insane old coot and a filthy mudblood."
"Now, now Mr.malfoy," Dumbledore held up a hand to silence Mcgonagall who was ready to take points off Slytherin. "There is no need to use that kind of language."
"No need to use that kind of language?" Malfoy spat, "I'm after all only saying the truth. About the old coot part too, only one such as you would come up with such a ridiculous idea such as muggle study. There is no way in the seven level of hell I am going to live with filth! If my father hear about this.."
"But he won't," Hermione cut in softly, "and even if he does he can't do anything about it. He is locked up in Azkaban with dementors for company."
"You-" Malfoy was shaking in rage and readied to pounce on Hermione before Blaise moved from his place leaning on the wall to hold him back.
"Not much honor in beating up a girl," Zabini drawled, looking from Hermione to Draco.
"Dumbledore," Professor Mcgonagall said exasperatedly, "I told you this was not a good idea! They can't even stand being in the same room as each other, how on earth do you expect them to live together?"
"LIVE TOGETHER?" Hermione and Draco howled.
Blaise grimaced, "Jesus, I'm suppose to survive these two?"
"Well," Dumbledore said, "Ms.Granger, your parents has agreed to be the host of Mr..Malfoy and Mr.Zabini."
Hermione nearly fainted; her life has gone to hell, literally.
R&R!