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Lord Voldermort had finally been defeated by Harry Potter, and the wizarding world was finally beginning to accept the cultures of muggles. Yes, even the pureblooded ones. You can only imagine the surprise and happiness muggleborns when everyone started wearing the clothes seen in their early lives. It was bliss.

Hermione Granger was especially happy to see many people at Hogwarts wearing jeans and T-shirts. To tell the truth, she was getting bored of the robes and all. She felt really clumsy in her robes. "Long and useless," she would say. Now, she could abandon her robes and walk around freely in her favourite pair of jeans.

Draco Malfoy was disgruntled. Yes, he would willing admit that jeans were nice and some muggle fashions were quite up to his standard, but he missed his robes. His comfy robes that he had been wearing since, forever. But, he couldn't wear his robes anymore. Everyone was wearing the silly muggle clothes now. And Malfoys were never out of fashion.

It was another fine day of wearing jeans and shirts. Hermione was in a good mood that day, Ron hadn't managed to irritate her, Harry was off snogging Ginny somewhere and her Potions essay had received an 'Outstanding'. It was a good day indeed, that is, until she bumped into the fateful person that would make her day perfect.

Draco Malfoy.

Draco was having a bad day. He had fought a war with his jeans zipper and won, fortunately. But his Nike bag was a problem. He just couldn't stop his things from falling out. And he didn't know any spells that would mend the 'hole'.

"Hey Malfoy!" he heard a voice calling him. He groaned. 'Could this day get any worse?'

"Yes, Granger?" he drawled, masking his frustrations.

"You didn't zip!" she panted.

Draco looked down frantically. This was embarrassing. The muggleborn seeing this was unbearable. He would be teased for life! Draco checked his jeans.

"Granger, what are you talking about? I zipped. Want to check?" he smirked, regaining his composure. 'Why did she try to trick me?!'

Hermione stared at Draco. 'He thought I was referring to his jeans!? Ew. That would be sick and wrong. Sick and wrong.' And she suddenly burst into a fit a giggles. Draco Malfoy not looking prim and proper (i.e. not zipping up) would be a crisis!

Draco was getting irritated. If she wasn't going to reply him, then, forget it. He turned and walked away, and more books fell out. Irritating.

Hermione stopped giggling. Her rightness appealed to her to tell this ferret in distress about his zipper.

"Malfoy. Seriously, you didn't zip."

"I did so zip!"

"You didn't zip your bag, you ferret."

"Oh."

"You didn't know did you?

"A bag needs a zipper?"

"Many things have zippers. Not only your jeans."

"Oh."

"Zip your bag up."

"I don't know how."

Hermione was shocked. The great and mighty bouncing ferret was unable to zip a bag? What a shocking revelation. Hermione made a mental note to tell Harry, they would have a good laugh. But for the time being, she would have to teach The Ferret. Clearly he was unwise in the ways of muggle dressing.

"Here. Why don't I offer you some lessons about muggle dressing?" she offered kindly.

"No way. Why would I need help from a muggleborns?" he sneered.

"Because, next time, it might be your jeans unzipped." She stated.

"Deal."

And so, Draco Malfoy got a tutor, in Muggle Fashion.

The plot sounds better when I thought of it! The fic didn't really turn out like expected. Oh well. I got to live with it.

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