A/N: You can all thank this story to Kamerreon's Yahoo group! Rye came up with the wonderful idea and I couldn't help but comply! This will be a series, so if you're interested just send me a pairing and a prompt, something like this: (Muggleborn or muggle raised + pureblood) and the scene you'd like to see unfold! Just to remind you all, I still refuse to have anything to do with Drarry pairings, so don't even try!

Title: The Compulsory Muggle Studies Class

Chapter: 01 – Episode IV, an old dilemma.

Warnings: Some slash, some Femslash, some disturbing content due to a fertile mind.

Summary: Voldemort's dead and now every magical child not raised by a muggle or with muggle roots had to attend the Muggle Studies Class. Hermione, followed by a weird sense of duty, enrols both herself, Ron and Harry in those classes.

Episode IV – An Old Dilemma!

Charity Burbage smiled to herself as she walked to her classroom. Her bill had finally been approved! A bill that had all wizards without a muggle or muggleborn parent, learn the muggle ways so they could blend easier in the outside world, mostly were purebloods with the odd exception of a half-blood here and there.

Of course, it did help that Dumbledore supported the bill. It helped even more that the headmaster had regained credibility after You-know-who's attack at the start of the year. The icing on the proverbial cake however, was that the Dark Lord had been defeated by Dumbledore, his secret Order and a couple of 5th year students on an errant to the Ministry of Magic.

It amused her to no end to know that Potter and Granger, two muggle raised students, had improvised a lot during the battle and rounded up a few Death Eater with fake lightsabers. She still snickered as she remembered Albus putting his memory on display for the whole faculty, wondering what the two fifth years had done.

She had never laughed so hard, and she had never heard Snape laugh like that.

Schooling her features the opened her classroom door to greet the fifth years, she noted that the Potter lad was sitting next to Mr. Nott and that Ms. Granger was frowning sitting next to a scowling Ms. Parkinson, Mr. Malfoy was at the other end of the classroom, with a muggleborn Hufflepuff. Ah well, she wouldn't change their arrangements. She started with a 'good afternoon' before starting with practical lessons.

Harry stared ahead, resisting the urge to childishly pull Hermione's hair in retaliation. It was her fault for dragging him here, to a class he already knew all the bloody material! All to help the 'poor ignorant purebloods,' her words, not his.

For a change they had sat at different tables, with Hermione in front of him and Harry at the back. 'To leave room for people who would benefit from our knowledge Harry!' she had said, it was just his bloody luck that instead of some random Ravenclaw, he got the Slytherin Emperor, Theodore Nott.

Everyone knew Malfoy was the pampered prince of Slytherin, whining and getting his way most of the time, but the true power was with the only child from one Voldemort's most feared Death Eaters, Theodore Nott the Second.

Harry could only try and make himself invisible as he stared at the professor, half-listening to her talk about one of the films in the '10 most watched films'. He sighed, already bored, they were probably going to see Gone With the Wind and Harry privately though watching once with Hermione was more than enough. He loved her to death, but he couldn't stand her tears.

He was, therefore, mildly startled as he heard the orchestra start to play the most unmistakable theme of all time, he became giddy with excitement as he watched the logo appear on the wall:

STAR WARS

ESPISODE IV:

A NEW HOPE

He glanced quickly at his muggleborn friend, watching her grin at the logo faded and the plot begun to appear on the screen. He quickly looked for Ron as well, watching as the red headed pureblood stared at the screen with eyes wide with fright and wonder.

"Episode 4? Why not start at the beginning? Makes no sense!" he heard a mumble to his left and he risked a glance at the boy next to him.

"Shh! Episoe 4 it's where it all starts."

He didn't notice the other boy look at him weirdly, before he heard a whisper right next to his ear. "Makes no sense! If it's the first, why not start with Episode 1?"

"Because the author wanted so! It will make perfectly sense, just watch!"

And Theodore did, watching as some Princess Leia sent some machine and a human stuck in a bronze suit to find some Ben Kenobi, watched as Ben found some Luke Skywalker guy and they escaped in a flying ship with a pirate to rescue the princess...

He watched Potter's rumoured weapons appear on screen, watched the mock fight between Ben and the Dark Lord, often shooting glances at the green eyed boy next to him. He leaned closer to the boy, still staring at the screen.

"Did you at least demand the copyright of your life story from the author, Potter?"

"Wha...?" Harry glanced away from the screen, staring at the pureblood as if he had grown a second head and was singing the Hula with the Headmaster.

"It's obviously based on your life Potter! Surely you can see that!"

"Er... well..." He stared at the screen again, easily seeing the parallels between him and Luke Skywalker. Major differences included that his aunt and uncle were unfortunately still alive and his mentor was not dead.

"I mean, the mentor, the sudden trio, the escapades, hell even the Dark Lord sounded like this Vader person!"

Harry stared at the screen in horror, having a sudden epiphany. He hastily got up, the chair making a loud screech noise in the quiet room. Most stopped looking at the film, staring at Harry as if he had gone insane again.

"Mr. Potter?"

"I...I've...go... I've gotta go professor!"

"Go? Where to?" The woman asked, confused.

"The hospital wing, have to get a blood test!" And he ran off, calling "Madam Pomphrey!" at the top of his lungs followed by the desperate shouts of "He can't be my father! He can't!"

Hermione slowly turned to the pureblood, amusement lighting up her eyes.

"What did you say to him?"

"Nothing much... just asked him if he demanded copyrights from the author of the film." Nott replied, thoroughly confused.

And Hermione couldn't help it. She started to laugh.

Next prompt: A trip to McDonnald's!

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