A.N. Hello all. Just thought I put up this funny little one-shot I wrote. Hope you enjoy!
Attacked
"Oh my God!" came a shriek. "Julie! Julie look!"
"What?" asked another girl.
"Look! Over there!" she shouted, pointing to a shop across the street. "It's Tom Felton!"
"OH MY GOD!" Julie shouted. "TOM! OVER HERE TOM!"
"Is that Emma, too?"
"We've got to go over there! Please, please, please?"
The other girl, the blonde one, snatched up Julie's hand. The pair dashed across the street, narrowly missing a flying car, and shouting all the way.
At the tiny shop, however, the object of their affection was growing quite annoyed. "What are those idiotic girls shouting about?"
His date chuckled softly. "I think they're talking about you, Malfoy."
"What? Why?"
"You haven't heard? You're quite famous in the Muggle world now, too." Hermione's grin grew wider.
Draco gave her a look, but before he could reply one of the fan girls had finally reached their table. The blonde launched herself at him, still squealing madly, and landed half way on his lap.
"Tom!" she squealed, squeezing him in a very awkward hug. Hermione thought Draco looked like he might die of the shock.
When he had finally snapped out of it, his face became cold. "Get off of me you filthy Muggle!" he snarled, shoving her off.
The girls didn't take this badly; in fact they seemed quite pleased.
"That's so cute!"
"He called you a Muggle, Amy!" Julie giggled.
By the time they managed to ask for autographs, Hermione was having trouble breathing she was laughing so hard. "Oh, please Tom? Just sign my shirt! Or a napkin! Anything!" Amy said rather fast, bouncing up and down.
Draco shot his date a furious look; apparently he couldn't handle two teenage Muggles on his own. "Oh, just sign something for them, Malfoy, so they'll go away."
Before he could ask, Julie was shoving a permanent marker into his hand, though where she got it he had no idea. For one second he merely left his hand hovering over the napkin he was supposed to sign. Should he sign his real name, or that of the Muggle that had taken on his appearance? At last he settled for his own name, scrawled it out twice, and ripped the napkin in two. "Here," he huffed, shoving the bits into their out stretched hands. They quickly turned on Hermione, but with slightly less fuss.
"Now, Granger, what in Merlin's pants, was that about?" he asked as the pair bound away.
Hermione gave him a smile. "Fancy stopping in a Muggle bookstore, Malfoy? We might get trampled on our way, though."
He just shook his head and returned to his tea.