Just Another Love Story (Re-written)
Chapter One

Author's Note: Hey, I've re-written this story. I just thought HP characters in the muggle world might sound a bit more interesting. Anyway, tell me what you think.

Summary: Draco's whole life of perfection goes to hell when he finds himself falling for his best friend. Story is based on Hogwarts as a muggle high school full of typical drug-addicted teens with their typical teen dilemmas.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything familiar.

Draco

I was halfway through a good dream when I was so rudely pulled to consciousness by a sharp pain in my side. The first thing I saw as my eyes focused was a slender face; a girl with shoulder-length brown hair and dark eyes stood, staring down at me. I groaned and turned over, burrowing my face into my pillows.

"Lazy ass, get up or we're gonna miss the plane."

"Go away!" I mumbled in irritation, my voice coming out muffled.

"I'm not kidding. With the amount of time you spend applying your makeup, the earliest we would arrive at the airport would be fifteen minutes past boarding time! Get UP!"

"Firstly, I do not use makeup. Secondly, who the bloody hell cares if we're late or not?"

"Fine. You give me no choice but to resolve to cold brutal force."

I felt her hands grip tightly around my ankles and pull as hard as she could. I barely moved an inch. I smirked victoriously. She let go and I could hear her footsteps fade as she walked away. Thank God! It wasn't long before she returned, and the next thing I knew, the back of my head was soaking wet with icy freezing water.

I was seriously going to get her back for that.

"What time is it anyway?" I asked, forcing myself to walk all the way to my closet wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. If only Rachel was like all the other girls, she would have passed out at the sight of my God-blessed body. Maybe then I'd get more sleep. Curse this cruel world we live in!

"One fifty-three."

"Already?!" It dawned on me that I had less than 7 minutes to get ready. No doubt we'd miss the plane.

I casually slipped into a pair of black jeans and slowly began buttoning up my white shirt, being sure to leave the first two buttons undone.

"Must you be so slow?" Rachel asked, clearly annoyed.

"Yes. Unlike you, I happen to want to look decent in public." I eyed her typical attire – a pair of torn skater shorts and a big loose t-shirt with r-rated words printed all over.

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I'm gonna go wait in the car. You'd better hurry up or Blaise is seriously gonna get pissed."

"I fail to see where that's my problem," I replied, applying fists full of gel on my hair.

Before storming off, Rachel attempted to maim my face with three cushions. If it weren't for my fast reflexes attained from being on the school's football team, God knows what mutilations the girl could have done to my perfect complexion.

Rachel

Draco is such a moron at times. We missed the plane because Draco made the driver turn the car around when we were just about to arrive at the airport. He made us go back to his place, claiming he hadn't put enough gel on as he fiddled with a single cowlick. It was quite surprising to know that he didn't carry a tub of gel everywhere he went.

Anyway, we had to wait a whole three hours before we could catch a second plane heading for North America. It isn't exactly a walking distance from home to school, living in England with Hogwarts High located in California. The only reason our parents shipped us off to that school was for good education, and also a small slice of heaven for not having to deal with us teens and our priorities.

So there we were, the three of us, waiting the last hour to pass by.

"Hell, this is dead boring!" Blaise exclaimed, slouching deep into a seat in the Waiting Area. "This is your entire bloody fault!" He directed a glare at Draco, whom seemed unperturbed, too busy admiring his reflection in a window.

"It's called Patience, Zabini. Get used to it," Draco drawled.

"Yeah, well Boredom just ran Patience over with a bulldozer." Blaise sighed. "You two wanna play a game?"

"Seriously, what do you think we are – kindergarteners?" Draco asked.

"Hey, I'm in if it beats watching that old hag over there counting the pieces of her dry skin that falls out," I said, anxious to get my mind away from counting along. So far I think she'd reached a hundred and seventy-three. "So what game?"

"Truth or dare –"

Draco snorted. "We stopped playing that game when we were five!"

"You didn't let me finish," Blaise replied calmly. "Truth or dare extreme."

"Extreme? What the hell?" Now I was pretty sure Blaise was way WAY over the desperate line.

"Zabini, the name of the game is as lame as you're turning out to be."

"Don't tell me you're too chicken to join," Blaise mocked.

Draco let loose a sigh of great exasperation. "Go on then, give me an extreme dare." I watched as his trademark smirk formed.

"See that Asian chick over there?" Blaise nodded in the direction of a girl around our age who seemed to have the potential of a model. "Get her to snog you on the spot."

"This is too easy," Draco said, walking towards her and working his charm.

In less than five minutes the girl was all over him. I feel like puking! It seemed as if they were already a couple instead of two strangers meeting for the first time.

Ten minutes later Draco took his seat opposite me, his hair slightly ruffled.

"I even got her number. Satisfied?" he asked Blaise.

"Yeah, it's your turn then," Blaise mumbled.

"This is no fun. There's no money involved. I'm gonna call bets – how's about a thousand pounds?"

"This is gonna be good," I said, fishing out crumpled notes from my pocket, worth around two hundred pounds.

"And I'm putting in another five hundred," Blaise added. It pays to hang around rich people.

A thousand seven-hundred pounds at stake – I was beginning to get excited.

"I'm picking Ray."

"You better make this dare worth my money, Malfoy," Blaise warned.

"I assure you, it would be worth much more."

Blaise

Five hundred pounds wasn't much to me. I could beg my parents for more money when I visited them for Christmas. Besides, there's nothing like a good bet to end the summer holidays right?

"Go on, shoot," Rachel said and bracing herself for the nightmare Malfoy had in store for her.

"I dare you to walk, talk and act like a total chick for the whole year."

I choked as I took a big sip out of my Esprit drink. Did he say what I think he said?

"What?" Rachel seemed as shocked as I was. "What did you say?"

Draco's smirk grew. "You heard me. After you dragged me out of bed this morning, I think I'm liable to get my revenge."

"I'm not doing it!" Rachel blurted.

This may seem like the easiest dare to a girl. I mean, all they had to do was act like themselves right? And this is where Ray's problem comes in. She's a total tomboy. I mean, she dresses like a guy, she talks like a guy and she acts like a guy. She might even have a sex change when she's older. What the hell would I know? Her entire life, she has never been associated with anything girly, save for her school uniform. This dare meant everything to her, going to ruin everything for her. And I, as a loyal and good friend was going to make sure that doesn't happen.

"I'm, raising the stakes by four hundred!" I practically shouted it. Oh well, screw loyalty. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. What did you think I was going to do? Sit back and relax while it passes me by? I don't think so!

"Seven hundred!" Draco put in. Not bad.

"One fifty!"

"Four seventy-five!"

"Sixty-three!"

"Two thirty!"

"Twelve!"

"One nineteen!"

"Four pence!" What? I'm broke okay!

Draco

She'd never take it.

Rachel

Three thousand eight hundred and forty-nine pounds. I really needed the money. Even so, there is NO way I'm going to accept. It would be like suicide to me.

"I'll take it!" Oops. Did I say that? Oh crap!