A/N) Hi everyone! This is my first story I really hope everyone likes it so far... Also, this is in 7th year and I'm choosing to ignore the fact that Hermione, Ron, and Harry skipped seventh year and the fact that Dumbledore's dead because I don't think any other headmaster would send these kids to a muggle school... I don't even think old Dumbley is crazy enough for that but for the sake of this story he is. Lmk if anyone's too ooc or if there's anything I can improve on, constructive criticism is always appreciated and so are compliments 3 feel free to send me hate reviews too if you really hate it. Why not. Anyway, here's the story:
Oh and if you couldn't tell, anything in italics is what either Hermione or Draco is thinking.
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"A muggle school?" Thundered Draco Malfoy. Malfoys don't fraternize with muggles, to go to a school full of muggles... After Father was thrown in askaban, Draco had to do a lot of damage control to prove he wasn't like Lucius, easily caught by the useless ministry. Socializing with muggles was way worse than being caught red handed in a death eaters mask with no portkey home.
"I'm with Malfoy on this. I thought Hogwarts was the safest place we could be right now. Going to a muggle school would be suicidal, especially without our wands." Hermione Granger helpfully added. She always knew something was off with Dumbledore, but this request... As Ron would say, Dumbledore is off his bloody rocker.
"It's temporary. Only for a few months-" Draco scoffed, but the headmaster continued and ignored the interruption "you should be safe in America and Voldemort won't be able to find it because of the wards and the lack of magic. You will be attending a school in Virginia, middle of nowhere. You should be perfectly safe. The ministry thinks that the students would be safer inside of the ministry, but it is common knowledge that the ministry has been compromised."
"It's a horrible idea. And what school would take all twenty of the seventh years that still go here?" Draco demanded rudely.
"We've found a school, I told you two this because I plan to send you there first. The both of you are the head students. Selected because you two are model students, you have the best grades in Hogwarts and I expect you both to pack your bags and be ready to leave in two days. After a week, if all goes well, the other students will follow. I expect you both to respect my wishes and do as I say with no complaints."
Hermione rolled her eyes and Malfoy seemed to be in total shock. His mouth hung open and his stormy gray eyes were wide and panicked, his fine blonde hair had fallen into his eyes attractively. The last fact hadn't escaped Hermione's notice and she quickly looked away. He's a prat! She told herself, who cares if he's attractive? He's an arse.
"I'll go pack my things..." Hermione said warily as she dismissed herself from the headmasters office. Malfoys shock was turning into rage. Hermione Granger knew many things, too many probably, but one of those things is that when Draco Malfoy was angry, you should avoid him. Rage wasn't a good color on the pale syltherin.
She shuffled back towards the Gryffindor common room, choosing to pick up the pace when she heard yelling. She smirked to herself as she thought about how distraught Malfoy must be. Draco Malfoy was going to be surrounded by one mudblood and four hundred muggles for at least a week. I suppose it's true what they say, thought Hermione, karma's a bitch.
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"You're what!?" Parvati asked, completely shocked.
"Dumbledore is sending us to a muggle school? How are we supposed to function? I've never even talked to a muggle before." Lavender complained. Contrary to popular belief in Hogwarts, Hermione liked Lavender quite a bit. She could be dim, but she was a nice girl and could keep a secret surprisingly well, unlike Parvati.
"They're not much different from us, Lav. They're still human, they just don't have wands or use magic." Hermione sighed
"Is that fashionable for muggles?" Asked Parvati, eying a simple beige sweater Hermione stuffed into her trunk
"No..." Hermione admitted, although judging from Parvati's tone of voice, she already knew what the answer would be. She didn't pack anything weather appropriate either, in her defense, the castle grounds are cold and it's not like she knew she'd be going to a muggle school in Virginia instead of Hogwarts.
"Great. We're going to be staying up all night, Parvati."
"Why?" Asked Parvati and Hermione at the same time,
"Because we're all witches and you still have your magic, that means that we're going to be conjuring cute clothes for you to bring to that muggle school with you. And some magic hair cream, you can't just spell your hair into a bun anymore. And makeup!" Lav squealed
Hermione never liked makeup. It was inconvenient, you spent all this time putting shit onto your face in the morning only to take it off at night, but Lavender was right, her hair could use some work. And also agreeing was the only way to convince them to help her conjure up clothes, it would take just as much time to put on plain clothes than it would be to put on fashionable clothes.
"Okay," Hermione agreed "but I'm bringing in Ginny. She'll help us get it done faster, and she has great style." Ginny was always wearing something cute, and it's not easy to find something that's not only stylish, but doesn't clash with her bright red hair.
After bringing Ginny into the room, the four girls put on some of Celestia Warbeck's greatest hits and spent the rest of the night conjuring clothes. Most of Hermiones creations needed a color change or were thrown out by one of the other girls, but she learned not to get too annoyed. The girls were able to make clothes that fit Hermiones style, mostly, and were also deemed socially acceptable by the other girls.
This day wasn't so bad after all.
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This day was hell.
Dumbledore has lost his fucking marbles. Draco Malfoy was as close as he's ever been to losing his shit and pitching himself off the astronomy tower. I'd rather give Voldy my nose than go to a school full of muggles! He trudged his way back to the Slytherin common room. He dreaded telling Theo and Blaise about it, but they'd find out in about a week anyway.
"Valor!" Draco yelled the password at the door of the dungeons before storming into his own common room, past his friends and into his dormitory before flopping face first onto the bed and groaning loudly into his pillow.
"You alright there, mate?" Blaise asked from the bed next to him, one eyebrow raised as he turned his attention away from his transfiguration textbook.
"No," Draco moaned "I've never been less okay!"
Blaise mumbled a phrase that sounded suspiciously like "Drama Queen" as he moved so he was facing Draco. "What is it?" He asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
"Dumbledore wants me to go to a muggle school."
"No need to be so bloody sarcastic, I was just trying to help." Blaise sighed as he picked up his quill and returned to his textbook.
"I'm not joking!" Draco said angrily, "Have I died recently? Am I in hell? It's a school in Virginia and I'm pretty sure it's hot there... Maybe I am in he- Ow! What the fuck?" Draco picked up the heavy transfiguration textbook that Blaise threw at him.
"If you were in hell, I wouldn't be there with you. Your hell would be not having me there with you. Now calm down. It's not that bad."
"Not that bad? Did you not hear anything I just said?"
"I heard everything. Muggles aren't that bad. My babysitters growing up were all muggle since my mum could imperio them into taking care of me and my siblings when I was younger. Much easier to imperio and obliviate muggles than wizards. Less messy." Blaise said.
"That's..." Draco paused, looking for the right word, "disturbing. The worst part about it is that for the first week he's only sending me and the mudblood! I'll be spending an entire week with numerous muggles and Granger. Please avada kadavra me now."
"Wait, what did you mean by first week?" Blaise asked
"He's sending us all. But Granger and I are going first because we're the head students. If anything, that should be a reason to send us last. We should have work to do here! It's been a week since we got here and we haven't even held a single prefect meeting." Draco complained
"Who's sending us all where?" Asked Theo Knott, standing next to him was Vincent Crabbe, who was still as pudgy as ever. Both Blaise and Draco were so caught up in the Headmasters plans that the entrance of the other two male slytherins had gone unnoticed.
"Dumbledore is sending everyone to a muggle school. Draco and Granger are going first as the head boy and girl of the school." Blaise answered with no emotion.
"What?" Crabbe asked in disbelief as Theo said "I've gone to hell. I'm in hell aren't I?"
"Yes you are," Draco said dramatically "we've all gone to hell."
The other two boys flopped down on their respective beds and stared at the ceiling in shock. None of the four slytherins were ready to leave Hogwarts, none of them, except for Blaise, had any interest in going to a muggle school. Safety be damned.
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Okay, thought Hermione traveling the muggle way won't be so bad.
She stood in front of an expensive black limo, her oversized trunk in the moving truck behind it. They were not aloud to use magic once they left the school ground because of the trace the ministry has on everyone. Since the ministry has been infiltrated, as soon as they knew where you were, Voldemort knew where you were.
"What the hell is this thing?" Asked Draco
"It's called a car, Malfoy. Really, was it too much to ask for you to have taken muggle studies? Now I'll have to answer your questions about what things are all day. Just wait until we get to the airport. Oh Merlin."
"I'm not going to be asking you anything since I have no intention of talking to you, Mudblood." Scowled Draco
"Then why'd you ask me what the limo was?"
True to his word, Malfoy didn't respond. Hermione shrugged and climbed in the limo before opening her book on advanced charms.
She looked over to discover Malfoy making himself comfortable on the plush seats. Thank god this ride would only last an hour or so before they made it to the airport. There wouldn't see such an awkward silence there since airplanes are never quiet. Hermione grinned, Malfoy's spoiled ass was going to hate economy class.
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Hermione Granger was smart enough to bring a pair of dark blue jeans, simple white tank top, and leather jacket for her to change into for the plane ride, she was supposed to fit in with the muggles and her usual robes would have gotten some weird looks.
Just like Draco's are.
"What the bloody hell are they wearing?" Draco muttered, either oblivious or unbothered by the eyes trained on him.
"Muggle clothes. I know you've seen them before, they're not as comfortable as robes but they certainly look better." Replied Hermione, Draco whirled around, he hadn't even realized she'd gotten back from the ladies room. He surveyed her appearance with grudging approval, she looked good, he was pretty sure she was even wearing makeup on her eyes, brings out the pretty hazel color... No, shut up. They're brown, like mud. Very unflattering.
"You know you look ridiculous, right?" Hermione asked, eyeing his expensive robes.
"Excuse me for not owning muggle clothes Granger. I'm a Malfoy, we're not mudbloods or blood traitors." He spat angrily.
Hermione glared at him before turning on her heel and stalking off. Malfoy's never been to an airport before, maybe if I leave him here he'll miss our flight and I won't have to sit next to him on the plane... Or go to school with him.
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"How?" Asked Hermione, staring at the blonde wizard in shock as he took his seat next to her in second class.
"Easy, you go through security and then you-"
"I know how an airport works, Malfoy. How did you know what to do?"
"We have a few muggleborns in Slytherin. I asked one of them how an airplane works and they explained the whole thing, airport included." Draco explained, smirking the whole time.
"You know you just said muggleborn, right? Not Mudblood."
"Yes, when they're in Slytherin they're muggleborn. When they're in any other house they're mudbloods."
Hermione decided not to dignify that with a response while she plugged in her headphones to start the first of many movies. She wasn't planning on talking to Malfoy if she could help it. This was gonna be a long flight.
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A/N) okay there's chapter one! I really hoped everyone liked it, I'll be updating fairly quickly since I have the flu and absolutely nothing else to do.
