A/N : This story is completely AU, but I just wanted to write my own version of a story concept that I happened to come across. So this is Draco & Hermione, coming across the wonderful world of fanfiction, and making a discovery of a lifetime. Dear God, here we go.
Disclaimer: Do not own anything, except for an imagination. And the Muggle Studies teacher, Professor Blair Holland.
Darling, We're Famous
Chapter One - Draco Spungen In 'Magical Wonderland'
The day started perfectly normal. Like an other day, they went to their classes, did their lessons, received their homework, and left at the bell's resounding ring. But today wouldn't be like any of the previous days, due to one important factor.
The Year Six Muggle Studies class made their way to their assigned seats, the teacher leaning against her desk as she watched them file in. She had her arms crossed across her chest and a mysterious grin was planted on her face. She had the lesson plan of a lifetime today, and she was sure that her students would really enjoy it. During the summer, it had been decided that Muggle Studies would become a mandatory course for sixth year students for the first half of the year, so that wizarding family-born students would be able to understand the world outside of magic and give the opportunity for their Muggleborn classmates to shine a bit. The classes so far over the year have been going well, giving Professor Holland a little pep in her step - maybe more students would be interested in taking the class and treat it as less than a joke.
The bell echoed through the high-ceiling, stonewalled room and chatter in the room toned down, but didn't end completely. Holland didn't ask them to be quiet or being her lesson just yet. She continued to look around the classroom at her students - some were looking directly back at her, patiently waiting for her to begin, others were completely ignoring her presence in the room as they gossiped and joked. Then came the sounds of shushing, and the class became silent with all eyes on their teacher. Today's group was Gryffindors and Slytherins, which is always a fun combination. The Gryffindor students were always a treat; they took the class as a serious course, but they still had fun with whatever they were given. Their last lesson was on Muggle sports: the class played soccer, baseball and dodge ball without using any magic over the course of two weeks. There would been some confusion at first, but soon enough they had a good game going. The Gryffindors earned their grades, but their Slytherin peers did just enough to get by. They had the worst attitudes toward the class by far, but Holland understood. She knew enough about the House to know that this class was like slow and painful torture for them. Holland tried to make it as interesting to them as she could, and tried to work an appeal for them, but this was to no avail; they couldn't get past the Muggle-magic barrier to see that non-magic living could be fun as well.
But today may be different; Holland gazed at a group of Slytherin girls who were looking at her, their eyes already glazed over with inattention - or not.
"So. We've learned about Muggle education, entertainment, money, and sports. Now, we're moving onto something that is a personal favorite of mine. It comes in handy for me, and for Muggles everywhere in fact. Its one of the most used methods of getting their news, communicating with each other, doing their work quickly, and entertaining themselves when they're bored. Its a great step in Muggle inventions, but it can also be curse and very dangerous if not treated with care. And to someone who has never used it before, it can be mystifying even. One may even call it 'Muggle magic'." Holland chuckled at her own joke and grinned when many of the wizarding family-born students look completely entranced by the picture she painted. Of course, others look at her skeptically, and many had looks that told her they thought she was a complete nutcase. But the Muggleborn students gazed at her knowingly, and she winked. "Anyone have any guesses as to what I'm going on about?"
Hands rose slowly, but she caught in her peripheral a hand shooting up into the air before all others. The professor chuckled, knowing exactly who this was before she even got a full look at the girl. "Yes, Miss Granger?" she inquired with a bemused expression.
The bushy-haired Gryffindor, Hermione Granger, smiled and put her hand down as she answered. "Computers, Professor?" Professor Holland smiled at the smart girl and nodded at her.
"You are correct, Miss Granger." She heard a male voice mutter something under his breath and some small snickers in the same area bubbled up. The teacher turned her head and saw Pansy Parkinson with her hand to her mouth daintily as her shoulders move up and down, in an obvious giggle that she was trying to cover. She saw Draco Malfoy on the girl's right, smirking. He clearly must've made a joke regarding Hermione, who wasn't looking in the Slytherin's direction but had a blush illuminating from her face. "Mr. Malfoy, do you have a comment you'd like to make?"
Pansy snickered more at her friend's expense, expecting his confidence to deflate. Truthfully, Holland expected the same result, but was surprised to find that he continued to look as cool and collected as before. "Yeah, I do have a comment I'd like the make, I've got an input," the blond said, sounding sarcastic before he turned cold. "Why do we need to know any of this? When will I need to know how to kick a ball, or know who the most popular Muggle musician is? When am I ever going to use this?" The room went stony silent as the class waited for their professor to explode with outrage. But she only nodded, as if considering that Draco could be correct.
"Well, Mr. Malfoy. You're right. If you live in the magic world without venture outside, then you won't need any of what you're learning at all. You are right." Malfoy's expression turned triumphant at the teacher's words. But as the teacher continued on, his expression froze. "But this class isn't for practical use. Its all about understanding something beyond yourself. And nothing you say will be about to change the fact that you have until Christmas holiday to learn how to kick a ball, listen to popular Muggle songs, and much much more." The Gryffindors snickered and discreetly high-fived at the teacher's telling off, while Malfoy's smug expression dropped along with his Slytherin peers' looks as well.
Holland chuckled a little bit then called over everyone, "Okay, okay, we've wasted enough time - let's get this show going!" She pushed off from the desk and lifted a heavy cardboard box with a flick of her wand. The box perched itself onto her desk as she explained the lesson. "We're going to be working with computers for the next two weeks. You'll be looking up different types of websites, and making discovers about the mysterious Internet. You'll create an account on an instant messaging site so that you can chat with other classmates as Muggles chat with each other. And at the end of all this, you'll tell the class what you've seen and learned from the two weeks with your computers.
"Now, you'll be receiving miniature computers for personal use in your dormitories. Those are called netbooks. The ones for classwork though are called laptops-" Holland placed a hand on the box she'd just levitated. "-and they'll stay here since they were very, very expensive. I'll also be pairing you up because I don't have one for everybody." At this point, pure white index cards appeared on tables in twos. They were face down, and had names of the pairs on the unseen side. "If you pick up the cards that just appeared, you'll see that they have the name of your partner on it. So, find each other and I'll start to pass out the lap-"
"You've got to be kidding me!"
"Professor, there's got to be some mistake!"
These two exclamations came at the same time and made the classroom halt. Both the exclaimers stood at the same time, looking at their cards as if it were a highly dangerous alien artifact. Holland looked between the two, knowing that this combination didn't bode well. But, it could be a lesson within a lesson for them. Holland didn't let on that she'd planned this. In fact, they were the first partners she placed together, ever since she saw them arguing in the Great Hall during the very first week back to school. Something about Mudbloods and Pureblood inbreeds. Needless to say, it'd either be a complete success of an idea or a total disaster of one.
"Hey, random selection. Must be a sign from the gods," Holland chuckled, finding humor in their matching expressions of horror. The other students found their partners quickly so that they could watch the dramatized process of Draco Malfoy picking up his things and walking over to his new partner for two weeks, Hermione Granger. He was hesitant as he did this, giving sidelong looks to the professor, as if expecting her to exclaim 'April Fool's! This was all just a silly joke!' But she didn't.
When he finally took his seat, Professor Holland continued on with her lesson. The cardboard box lifted off from the desk and as it floated down the rows, a sleek, black laptop was placed on each table it passed. As the box did all the manual labor, the teacher spoke. "Now, I want you all to treat these laptops with care; they're worth more than you'd expect them to be. There are some websites that are dangerous, but many of them have been blocked, so that isn't a major issue I want you to worry about. Does every pair have a computer? Okay, good. Now I want you to open it and push the power button. It should have a circle with a line through the top on it."
"Hey, they've got your initials on it, Harry," Ron chuckled, calling out to his friend who was partners with Pavarti Patil.
The professor laughed, overhearing this. "Yes, they're HP brand. I favor Hewlett-Packard's over most other brands. No reference intended." There was still a bit of a reddish tint to the boy's cheeks when he nodded at the professor. Eventually the annoying repetition of every laptop powering on resounded throughout the room. "Has everyone turned their computer on?" Professor Holland asked, then continued, "Well, while we wait for them to warm up, I'll explain a few more things about the Internet."
Professor Holland told them some websites they could go to, such as Yahoo and Youtube, but to be more careful with the latter - "You never know what you'll find on a site like that."
At this point, Blaise Zabini rose his hand and asked, "Like what?" while his partner, Lavender Brown, simpered shamelessly beside him. From the way she was gazing at him, she was very taken with him, Slytherin or no. Professor Holland chuckled and answered, "Some pretty inappropriate things lurk on that site. Trust me."
Then Holland explained that they would still be responsible for all of their other work in the rest of their classes, so she couldn't be held responsible for incomplete work or their laptops being confiscated if they were being used at inappropriate times. After the lecture, they began to create an AIM username so that they could instant message each other.
"Do you want to go first?" Hermione asked politely, yet she didn't look at her blond partner. He made a sound between a snort and a laugh.
"Are you kidding me? I want nothing to do with any of this."
"You have to make one though," Hermione said as she gently pulled the laptop in front of her and clicked on the 'New User?' link on the AIM window. "If you don't, you'll fail."
"So? Not like this has any impact on my education. There's literally no point, where I'm concerned." He crossed his arms across his chest and leaned his chair back on its back legs, knee propped up on the table to keep him steady.
"I figured you'd care a little bit more about your grades rather than the class itself, Malfoy."
"What are you talking about?"
"Well... With you being concerned with your image and all, I thought that you'd at least try to maintain the simplest of grades. All you have to do is listen and put in the smallest amount of effort, and you'd have it in the bag. I thought you were at least THAT smart, but maybe I misjudged you a bit." her tone was nonchalant and breezy, as if she didn't care one way or another, but even he could make out the slight sound of disappointment in her voice, even if it wasn't intentional. She still hadn't directly looked at him, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw him completely change his body. He placed the chair back on the ground correctly and dropped his hands to his lap, turning his gaze down with them as well. He didn't do this obviously, or all at once, but in enough of a consistence for her to take notice.
Once she finished the new member page, she looked over her information to see if it was correct and as she wanted it, smiling as she clicked 'submit'. She was then automatically signed on, but decided to sign off right then, giving Draco the opportunity to at least try. He took the laptop from Hermione, rather forcefully, and started to create an account. Hermione finally looked at him, to see that there was disdain and resentment in his every feature. Smirking, she perched her head on her hand and looked around the room, feeling at ease. She almost thought it was unfair how simple this class was for her, as well as other Muggleborn classmates. Though she didn't always excel completely - she wasn't a sports kind of girl, so that lesson wasn't her favorite so far - she still felt completely at ease and comfortable, just as she does with any other subject. Except this time, she didn't have to study without stopping; it was almost as natural as breathing in this class.
Draco finished typing and looked over his information with an uneasy look on his face, clicking the 'submit' button almost hesitantly. Hermione rolled her eyes; he was acting like agreeing to this meant he was giving up his magic abilities to the machine. He stared at the screen as it signed him on automatically. "Now what do we do?"
Hermione looked around and saw some people were looking at the games, instant messaging each other, or already on the Internet. "We can get online. Or play a game."
Draco turned to look at her, eyebrow cocked as if he was challenging her. To which she nearly laughed. Even when he knows nothing about what's before him and completely detests its existence, he still tries to maintain a cocky, dominant role. "Like what?" he asked.
"Hm, my favorite game on here is Solitaire. But its a one person game-"
"Perfect, you do that," Malfoy said, pushing the laptop back over to Hermione. "I've already done my part. Now get us that perfect grade, Granger." He was back to his former position - arms crossed, chair tilted, knee as an anchor. Hermione turned to glare at the Slytherin.
"I'm sure we have to work together on this, Malfoy."
"And how do you suggest we do that. Looks like a single person device to me."
"Yeah, and you need to know how to use it."
Draco only snorted in response, causing Hermione to huff. She positioned the laptop in front of her on the desk as she wanted it, and thought of what she'd do first. She didn't feel like playing a game. She'd become hopelessly entranced until she won, and that could take hours; just back she loved Solitaire doesn't mean that she was good at it! So she looked for the Internet icon, realizing after a moment of panic that it wasn't Internet Explorer as she was used to. Recognizing the Firefox icon, she clicked it and was greeted with the homepage in a flash. The very simple Google screen was in front of her and she decided she'd look up world events first. Simple enough. She typed in '' on the address bar, and hit the 'enter' key.
"What does that even mean?" She heard from beside her.
"What does what mean?" She asked as the Google web page disappeared and was replaced by Yahoo!.
"That .C-O-M nonsense?"
Hermione laughed. "Its .com. Its part of the web address. Like Nelson Street or Warwick Avenue. There are other ones: .org is for organization sites, .edu is for education and school sites."
"I'm shocked that you didn't go to a school website then, Granger. Even on this thing, all you do is probably read and read and read." He paused for a moment, then scoffed, "I'm surprised you even said you knew what any of the games were on that thing."
Hermione blushed red and shook her hair into her face, so as to create a shield from Malfoy. Suddenly, looking at recent events in the world wasn't so fun. Raising a hand to her face to keep her hair from brushing back behind her shoulder, she lifted her gaze to look around at what everyone else was doing. Chatting, games, and websites. She saw that Pansy Parkinson had taken the laptop for herself from her partner Neville, and was currently looking at a clothing site. She saw Pavarti and Harry watching a video on Youtube, and decided that that site was as good as any. That's where most people were at anyway. She typed in the address and waited for the site to come up. Unsure of what to look for when she was able to, she typed in the name of her favorite song.
"Um, what are you doing?" Draco said from beside her as she clicked on the second video down. After a few moments, the song began as the video played.
"Listening to a song?" she said, a small smile ghosting her face. It was a soft kind of song that made her tingle all over, the sound of the guitar and tenor of the vocals making her think of her youth and summertime. It was something difficult to explain unless you've felt it, but she could help but grin when she heard it. Her blond partner seemed to think otherwise.
"Turn that off, its too girly."
"Its a guy singing it!"
"So?" He listened to more of the song then snorted, shaking his head. "Typical, fluffy babble. All girls are the same," he muttered under his breath, but Hermione ignored him. Her favorite lyric was coming soon, and even if she couldn't sing it out as loudly as she could, she could grin like a fool as it rolled off the singer's tongue.
"Seriously, I don't want to listen to this," Draco sighed. "I don't want to have anything to do with this. Its stupid." He ran his hands through his hair, sighing again in frustration. "So, if you'd make this easier on me and turned that off- What are you staring at me for?" Hermione was glaring at him so intensely, that he had to stop mid-sentence.
She huffed. "Nothing, Malfoy. I just love listening to you huff and puff about how stupid this is and how awful this class and how much more superior you are. Its just so attractive." She typed in Google's web address and violently pushed the 'enter' key.
"I didn't know that you cared about how attractive I seemed, Granger."
"I don't, but it makes you uglier than you already are."
"Aw, now you know that's not true."
"I beg to differ."
Draco's lips became a thin line on his face as he glared at her. "At least I'm not a buck-toothed, frizz-headed, know-it-all Mudblood," Draco seethed. Hermione had to bit her tongue to keep from yelling at him, be it a spell or a telling-off to end all telling-offs. She breathed loudly and slowly, calming down the frantic beat of her heart. Though her body practically growled with anger at her attempts to calm down in the face of her enemy, but soon enough her adrenaline died down and she was thinking more rationally again. Then an idea came to mind and she privately smirked. What harm could come from still being a bit smart with him?
She huffed then turned the laptop to him, sarcastically quipping, "While you have the opportunity, would you like to look up information on yourself, Malfoy? I'm sure you'll find so many lovely things."
This made Draco shot her a smug smirk. "I bet I will."
As he slid the computer in front of him and began to type his own name in the search engine, Hermione looked at him as if he were losing it. Which frankly, she thought he was. "Are you daft? You're a Pureblood wizard who never even heard of a computer or the Internet until just today. How would anything about you get on Google?"
"Hm, apparently quite a bit," Draco murmured, causing Hermione's eyes to widen. She grabbed the laptop and turned it to see what he was talking about. "What the..?" she breathed, clicking on the first link. It was Draco's Wikipedia page.
"Draco Malfoy is a fictional character-"
"I'm not fictional!" Draco exclaimed, offended.
"Shush, keep your voice down, idiot! -and a major antagonist in J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series." Both of them stare at the screen, not reading past that first sentence.
"What?" they say, in unison and quite loudly. A couple heads turn to look at them, and Hermione smiles at them in reassurance while Draco glares at them to scare them off. Hermione looks back to the screen and scans the rest of the paragraph. "This has to be a joke. This can't be me," Draco growled under his breath.
"Does that look like you, Malfoy?" Hermione snapped, pointing at the picture on the right side of the page. His expression became confused and slightly distressed. "Yes, I guess... Hm, why isn't the picture moving?"
"Muggle pictures don't move, remember?" Before he could say anything in response, she shook her head and said, "This is you, completely. It mentions that you're in Slytherin, Crabbe and Goyle...a cowardly bully." Hermione grinned widely at this, restraining her laughter as Draco took the laptop from her hands.
"I am not a coward!" he exclaimed hotly, looking for where it said this. He read, his face growing more and more angry until he reached a compliment on his part. "Hm, you failed to mention that it also said I have the 'ability to cunningly wield magic to attain my objectives'."
Hermione giggled and shrugged. "Whoops, I'm sorry." She didn't sound sorry in the slightest. Malfoy scrolled down the screen to continue reading, as Hermione turned her eyes toward her friend. 'J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series.' She heard this echo in her mind as she saw her raven-haired friend laughing with Pavarti at a video they were watching. Had someone written a series of books on his life? That didn't seem impossible - he was already featured in more than enough books before he even knew he could do magic. But how did Draco become involved? He wasn't of no more importance than just being someone who got on Harry's nerves. Draco didn't do anything special to deserve recognition in Harry's life stories. Truthfully, this didn't sound like educational text at all. How many books could there be, if she was going to be real about the situation. Harry never mentioned talking to anyone by the name of Rowling who was writing a bunch of books about him, and she was sure he'd mention something like that. Hermione heard Draco muttering to herself while she mused - "Rowling uses the Malfoys to introduce themes of intolerance and bigotry- Oh, that's quite lovely." "Pft, 'magical wonderland', seriously?" "Draco SPUNGEN? What kind of name is SPUNGEN?"
"Apparently, it was going to be yours. But obviously its not, Malfoy. Let me see the laptop."
"No, I'm reading about myself."
Hermione huffed. "You didn't want the thing before!"
"Suddenly, it became interesting."
"Are you actually that conceited?"
Draco smirked, boyishly. "Perhaps."
Another huff. "Don't you want to know why you have a web page, maybe?"
Draco remained quiet for a moment, then shrugged. Hermione continued, "And besides, you know everything. There shouldn't be anything that comes as a shock. Hand it over." Draco sneered, then passed her the laptop.
"Fine. But share, I do want to know what all of this is about." Hermione nodded at Malfoy, sitting on the edge of her chair as she scrolled back to the top. She clicked on Harry's italicized name.
"This should explain everything," she told the blond Slytherin as she waited for the page to load up. The page popped up and the were greeted with some paragraphs and a collection of books stacked side-by-side. "Oh my," Hermione breathed, not believing what she was seeing. "We're a part in a fictional, seven part book series. About Harry."
Draco scoffed. "Well, of course. Saint Potter. He's THE Boy-Who-Lived. Of course he gets a book series."
"No, no. Its fiction. Made up. As in NOT REAL." Hermione felt her hands shaking as she looked over the titles of the books. Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. And there were others, the books getting thicker and thicker in size as they ascended. "Genres are fantasy, young-adult fiction, mystery, thriller."
"So...what you're saying is that our lives have been put up on display for a bunch of Muggle children? Oh, lovely," Draco drawled. 'Well, isn't this just fantastic!' he screamed in his head. As if life couldn't become more complicated, he finds out that all he's seen as is a big bully by a bunch of Muggle brats. Not that he cared, its not like he was trying to get a nice guy award or anything. What he wanted to know was how, and why. Why would anyone care about Potter? Draco smirked. This book series was probably a failure. Doesn't explain seven books...but it couldn't be too wildly popular, could it?
Hermione shook her head. "I've never seen anything like this, and I am Muggleborn!"
Draco snickered. "I guess Saint Potter's life story isn't that fascinating, huh?"
Instead of receiving a glare or a scolding, he received a smug smirk in return. "Well, Malfoy, I'm sure you don't remember how to use Muggle money, but surely you'd realize the gravity of fifteen billion pounds in worth, wouldn't you?"
Draco eyes widened. He did know the gravity of that much in worth, he faintly remembered Holland talking about pounds and currency amounts. "H-how?" Hermione just shook her head and shrug. They stared at the screen, completely baffled and astonished. Hermione looked around and then caught eyes with Harry, who was staring back at her, concern on all his features.
"Are you okay?" he mouths and she nodded. She saw Harry differently now; how couldn't she after such a revelation like this? But it wasn't as if she thought of him as some great icon or as Draco called him sarcastically 'Saint Potter'. She just thought of him...Hermione didn't know. She felt a bit more sorrow for him. His hurt, his pain, everything was on display and was making a pretty hefty profit. And her pity and shock and (quite honestly) fear was increased tenfold at Draco's next exclamation.
"'The highest grossing film series of all time so far!'" He still managed to yell even though his words weren't loud enough to reach the tables around them. Hermione snapped her gaze back to the screen even though Harry was still look at her with worry.
"Click it, click it!" she hissed, and he did. They weren't taken to the Harry Potter page immediately, but when he found the page, any doubt they still had was obliterated. There was Harry's face, with Harry's name on the side of the screen. His name and face were on a DVD box-set of the movies.
"Oh my God..." Hermione whispered, her voice strangled. She reached up and pushed on the downward arrow and blurred text and pictures until she stopped on a picture of a chart of films and their release dates and revenue. They continued to discover more and more information about the apparent phenomenon that was made out of their lives. As they read more and more, the feelings of being stalked and followed and watched only increased. By the time they finally decided to watch one of the film trailers, it was time to turn off the computers.
"Five more minutes!" Draco exclaimed, keeping a hold onto the laptop when Hermione tried to take it from him. A few people laughed as Malfoy made a scene. Professor Holland was standing in front of their table, grinning.
"Enjoyed the computer that much, Mr. Malfoy?" she inquired, her voice mysterious and knowing. She knew that no one could resist the fun of a laptop, even if one was completely against the idea at first. Hermione was whispering calmly to him, but his grip didn't relent. And even though Holland found this cute at first, the effect was wearing off fast.
"Come on now, Mr. Malfoy. I need these laptops back," she said, but he still didn't want to let go. "You're getting netbooks, in case you've forgotten." At these words, he releases the laptop, allowing Hermione to hastily exit out the screen and shut down the computer. Her face was burning red and she tried to hurry as quickly as possible with the process. Holland smiled at Granger and took the computer as it was handed to her, carrying it up to the cardboard box it had originally been in. Then she pointed her wand at the box and with a complex looking hand motion, the box transformed into two, smaller sized boxes. "Come up here and take one you want, but be careful and no shoving!"
Professor Holland put stress on the last two words because as she spoke, every student stood up at once and went toward the front of the class. Draco bolted for the front without giving Hermione even a second glance. She, on the other hand, moved slowly, feeling in a daze. It seemed that everything had been turned on its head. Hermione Granger was only a children's book character, nothing more. She admonished herself mentally, of course she was something more! She was living and breathing wasn't she? Yet still, and though she wasn't one to get psychological and deep like this, she wondered what life meant anyway. Was she only existing in some author's mind? Was she and everyone else in the whole school just a dream? An imaginary being?
She shook her head, only realizing before it was too late that she was actually making this physical motion. But no one seemed to take notice to this abnormal behavior. In fact, it even seemed to fit the unheard question that Ron had apparently asked her.
"Yeah, I don't know what's wrong with Malfoy these days either. Going a bit loopy, isn't he?" Hermione turned to look at her friend, not realizing his presence before.
"Just a bit," Hermione murmured in response as they made their way to the front of the class. Ron look down at her, curiously.
"Are you alright, Hermione?" he had asked, just as Harry came semi-rushing back toward them. She nodded, and replied with a small smile of reassurance. "Yes, I'm just fine, Ron. Why wouldn't I be?"
"What was it you and Malfoy were looking at?" Harry asked, sounding rather harsh. Hermione turned her gaze to him, almost unwillingly, and tried to prevent the sad eyes look from overtaking her face. Looking at him with unforeseen pity would only raise more questions that she didn't want to be asked or answered.
Hermione shrugged in a nonchalant way. "Nothing, why?"
"You two seemed pretty engrossed into what you were reading," Harry retorted, his eyes narrowing. He was walking backward as his friends walked forward as a very slow rate. The bell rung out through the class, but the trio didn't increase their pace. The only time their little bubble of slow walking and interrgations was busted was when someone ran straight into Harry's shoulder with such intense force that Harry nearly fell to the floor. The rushed blur didn't check to see if he was okay - in fact, it didn't even lose speed as if it had been ran into something. This blur was identified as Draco Malfoy when he yelled, "Out of the way, Potter!"
With netbook in tow, he ran out of the room so quickly that he didn't even stop for his book bag. Pansy Parkinson cried, "Draco! Draaaco?" as she picked up his heavy bag and followed him as fastly and as 'gracefully' as her high-heel clad feet could take her.
I hope you enjoyed it! Its my first fic that I'm posting on here and it may not be the BEST work of mine, but I put a lot of effort into it. Also, in case you were curious, the song that Hermione was listening to was 'Slide' by the Goo Goo Dolls, and the lyric Draco spoke over was "What you feel is what you are/And what you are is beautiful". It may not be that popular in the UK..I'm not quite sure. But I like that song a LOT, so I decided to include it. It may just reappear, dunno yet. ;)
And all the information in the chapter has been researched. You can find it all on Wikipedia, that's where I found it as I was writing, so you can know that I'm bein' legit. :)
New chapter should be up soon. This story won't be terribly long, but the chapters may be. Not quite sure, ha ha.
Please review, it keeps me lively. ;)
