Hey Everyone! Thanks for checking out my fan fic! Not my first Harry Potter one, but it's the first I'm making public so we'll see how it goes! I'll try to update as quickly as possible, and sorry if my chapters are too long or too short (depending on how you see it)Oh and sorry if my grammar and spelling suck. I try my best, I really do!Okay! So lets get on with it!
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Hermione Granger pulled the covers over her head, pretending the newly risen sun wasn't actually there, and that it was in fact, still the middle of the night. The sun's rays warmed her blankets, making the cold room feel pleasant, and she might have actually slipped back into her peaceful slumber if it hadn't been for the noise the other girls in the room were making. By their yawns and groans of discomfort, Hermione knew that class would be starting soon, and that if she wanted to make it to breakfast, she'd have to get up now.
You're a prefect now anyway, she told herself. What kind of example would you be setting for the other girls if you can't even get up on time.
Convinced that she was doing the right thing, Hermione threw the blankets off herself, and sat up slowly. She stifled a yawn and crept out of bed, hissing as her exposed feet touched the cold floor.
Yea, this prefect excuse is getting kinda old.
Cranky, and seriously not in the mood, she dressed as quickly as possible, pinning on her prefect badge in the process. It was only October 3rd and she was already sick of looking at it. Her prefect duties kept getting in the way of her studies, and of course Ron was completely useless, which left her tired and with a pile of homework every night. And of course, their O.W.L's were to be taken this year, so the amount of homework was double the usual pile.
She sighed as she made her way to the common room, trying to come up with a schedule in her head…maybe it'd be easier if she wrote it down…
"I can't believe there doing this!"
"As if we need another class!"
"We have tons of homework already!"
"Dumbledores off his rockers if he thinks this is gonna work. What's he playing at?"
There was a huge crowd around the Gryffindor notice board, where Hermione could see a new notice was pinned up over Umbridges new rules. What it said was a mystery to her, seeing that it'd take a bulldozer just to get past the sea of Gryffindor students.
She walked to the edge of the crowd, standing on her tiptoes but to no avail. This was impossible.
Suddenly a mess of red hair caught her eye making its way through of the crowd, along with a thin boy with glasses. Harry Potter and Ron Weasly, her two best friends in the world. Maybe they'd know what was going on.
She rushed over, eager to know what was happening.
"Did you see the board?", Harry asked her , while Ron sat down angrily in an armchair.
"No! What's going on?".
"It says that they're making Muggle Studies a mandatory class."
"What?"
"Bleedin Muggle Studies!", Ron said angrily, hitting his fist against the arm of the chair. "As if we don't have enough work as it is! I mean I understand if he wants to start off with the first years or something but now were supposed to take an OWL with it too? It impossible!"
"Who's he?", Hermione asked.
"Dumbledore of course!"
Hermione thought for a moment. It did sound like something Dumbledore would come up with… but why now? With Umbridge on the loose and the ministry of magic watching his every move, it seemed kinda risky to just throw something in like that.
"I wonder if Umbridge approved?", she thought aloud.
"Doubt it", Ron said. "This is probably just another way to piss off the ministry."
"When do we have to go?".
"Apparently the 5th years are first", Harry said calmly. "Right after breakfast."
"It supposed to be our free period", Ron muttered under his breath.
Hermione sighed feeling bad for Ron. Both her and Harry, were raised in muggle households so they wouldn't have to worry as much as Ron did. She had taken the class herself in the third year, which she aced (of course), it hadn't been that hard. However, it was now cutting in her free time, which she had hoped she could use to catch up on some more homework.
Oh well, theres nothing to be done.
Hermione stared out into the crowd of people still hovering the notice board. People were pushing and stepping on toes, a fight would surely break out soon.
"C'mon Ron, lets go".
He looked up at her confused.
"We still have prefect duties you know", she informed him, pointing to the crowd.
He sighed, getting up, Harry patting him on the shoulder. "This is gonna be a crappy day. I just know it."
Hermione, Ron, and Harry sat at a small table in the back of the room, waiting for whatever was going to happen next. Instead of having the usual two house per class, all four houses were sitting in the rather small muggle studies room. No teacher was present at the moment, so the 5th years entertained themselves by making an unnecessary amount of noise; climbing on tables and practicing spells. Hermione could see Draco Malfoy and his cronies laughing at some joke he just made. Out of all the houses, it was the Slytherins making the most ruckus, but could anyone be really surprised about that? You just put a group of muggle haters in a muggle studies room with muggle borns and half-bloods. It was only to be expected.
Finally the door opened, and everyone quieted down, waiting to see who would appear. Sure enough, it was none other then Albus Dumbledore that walked into the classroom, making everyone sit up straight.
He strolled in causally, his robes sweeping behind him, with a small smile on his face. He knew exactly what he was doing.
"Fifth years", he began, his eyes moving to each and every face. "I am sorry for the short notice. I know this is a very critical time in your wizarding carreers, and that every moment is precious…But unfortunately changes need to be made. It has come to my attention that some of you have been given the wrong ideas about muggles, whether it be family or what not, leaving you to believe things that are not entirely accurate."
"Some of you", his eye quickly flashing to the Slytherins group. "believe that muggles are below you. Some may even say they are worthless. I, however, am here to inform you that this is not the case, and I blame myself for not doing this a long time ago."
Dumbledore paused a moment to clear his throat, then continued. "There are more muggles then wizards in this world, as you already know, and I believe that it is important to understand the people around you before you can form opinions about them.
Hermione watched as the Slytherins rolled there eyes, Pansy Parkison actually laughed. It was obvious that Dumbledore wasn't getting through to them. It made her sick to look into those biased faces and know that whatever happens their opinions were not going to change.
"So by further ado, may I introduce your new muggle studies teacher, Professor Burbage" An short thin woman, with light brown hair, and dark eyes, came into the room looking positively excited to be there. It actually looked like there was a spring to her step as she walked over to Dumbledore, a huge smile on her face. Hermione remembered her to be very enthusiastic in her third year class, often bouncing around and laughing at her own jokes.
"Wow I've never seen so many kids in my classroom before", she said happily to Dumbledore, before turning towards the class. "Hello everyone, I'm Professor Burbage, and I'll be teaching muggle studies. It's actually a very fun class, I'm sure you'll enjoy it".
"Doubt it", Hermione heard Malfoy mumble under his breath, causing his gang to snicker quietly. Hermione cursed herself for getting a seat so far away from him. She would have loved to give his chair a good kick.
"So I'll tell ya right now this class is going to be a hell of a whole lot different then other ones, I can tell ya that. First, I want -"
"Ahem"
Hermione groaned with the rest of the Gryffindors They knew that little cough anywhere.
In the door way Professor Umbridge was smiling in her sickening sweet way, looking like an overgrown three year old in her revolting pink dress. However, her eyes had death written all over it. "What exactly is going on here?", she asked
"Ah Umbridge, nice of you to join us.", Dumbledore said happily. "I was just getting the 5th years ready for there new Muggle Studies class".
"Muggle studies?", she asked, looking around the room. "They all signed up for it?".
"I believe I mentioned it last week that I was going to make it a mandatory class."
"Ah yes… but I don't remember approving it."
"You don't have to", Dumbledore answered, a smile still on his face. "I already spoke to the minister about it. He seemed to love the idea".
"Is that so?", Umbridge smirked in a way that said she didn't believe a word of it. "I'll see about this." And with that she marched out of the room.
Dumbledore nodded for Professor Burbage to continue.
"Right!", she said enthusiastically. "Like I said this isn't going to be a normal class. In fact, most of the time you won't even be here, only on days I believe necessary. But you will have a long term assignment that needs to be completed."
She paused, for what seemed like dramatic effect, the whole class hanging on her every word now.
Instead of continuing she started handing out little pieces of paper to the class. Hermione looked down at hers which said, Third floor, West Corridor, 4th room on the left.
What this meant, she had no idea. Looking at Ron's and Harry's she saw they had similar notes, each leading them to a different location in the castle.
"Okay here's the assignment", the teacher continued, looking more excited by the second. "Each of you has been assigned a room. Three other people, from different houses also have the same room as yours. You are going to live with these people for the rest of the month in a muggle habitat. It'll be set up just like a muggle home and you'll have to solve normal muggle problems without using magic, while also having to learn to get along with your fellow students. It's a win win situation!"
There was a moment of shocked silent before the room exploded with complaints.
"What if you hate that people you're with?"
"How are we supposed to go to classes if we can't use magic!"
"Do we have to sleep there?"
"Does anyone else have to do this bloody assignment?".
Professor Burbage waited for everyone to quiet down before she answered questions.
"You will be able to go back to your common rooms and get your wands back everyday before class, and yes you have to sleep in your assigned rooms. This is your new family, so you have to live with them. No, each year is getting something different and you'll have to just deal with the people you don't like. Muggles have to deal with people they dislike on a daily basis, so you will too".
The questions went on and on, and it was only before Dumbledore cut in that they subsided.
"Let's give the assignment a chance first shall we? Everyone please return your wands to your common room. Anyone who believes they can outsmart me will find that there rooms will have an alarm for those who want to bring there wands with them. If you do not partake in this assignment you will fail the class which means you will get left back, so no excuses. Please go to your rooms as soon as your ready…Oh and don't forget to have fun".
"Have fun he tells us!", Ron shouted as walked down the corridor, wand less. "Have fun!" There's going to be a bloody Slytherin in my room and he's telling me to have fun".
"Relax Ron." Hermione said, getting annoyed. "It's not like they can do anything without a wand. Plus they'll be outnumbered, three to one anyway.
Ron crossed his arms, clearly pissed off. Harry didn't look happy either. Hermione didn't know what to think. She saw the benefits to the assignment… but the problems this could cause were far larger.
"All the Slytherins can't be like Malfoy", Hermione thought aloud. "Maybe we'll get someone friendly".
"You really know how to think optimistically, huh Hermione?", Harry said, while Ron scoffed.
But it was true! Who knew who they be rooming with. This could be a chance to unite the two houses that hated each other. With a little effort it could work!
With new found spirits, Hermione said her goodbyes and made her way to her new room. She went up to her door, took a deep breath, and pulled on the doorknob.
It wouldn't budge.
"Password?", said a female voice coming from the door.
"Uh", Hermione pulled out the paper that she had been given and noticed a new word appeared on the parchment.
"Lawn Mower"
The door opened by itself. Hermione had to hold back a laugh. That had to be the strangest password that she ever heard at Hogwarts… well it was Professor Burbage who made it up…made sense.
She walked into the well lit room, not knowing what to expect. What she didn't expect was what stood around her.
It was like she stepped out of Hogwarts and into a muggle apartment.
She was met with a well kempt sitting room, with 2 couches and an arm chair, with a glass table sitting in front of it. Leaned against the wall was a television and by the window was a small stereo.
Hermione was amazed! She knew there was no electricity allowed at Hogwarts. To the left there was a small kitchen area with a fridge, oven, cabinets, and a kitchen table.
Were supposed to cook for ourselves too?
There was a door next to the kitchen and another on the right which she assumed was the two bedrooms. She opened one of them to see two twin beds, each on either side of each other, a closet, and a door that led to a small bathroom. The whole apartment was spacious, with light colors and had various pictures of muggle families. It made Hermione feel homey.
Suddenly she heard something thump outside and a male voice swear. There was someone already here!
She hurried back to the sitting room, but it was still empty.
"God Damnit!", a muffled voice sounded coming from the other bedroom. It was a voice she recognized but couldn't place a name to it.
With growing excitement, she knocked, then opened the door before waiting for an answer.
On the floor was an open suit case, with clothes scattered all over the place. That must have been the thump she just heard. However, standing over the mess was the last person Hermione ever thought she'd see.
She sighed to herself. "You've got to be kidding me".
The cold gray eyes. The blonde hair. The pointed pale face . There was no mistaken it. It was Draco Malfoy.
"Wonderful", he said looking angrier by the minute. "I've got to spend the rest of the month with a filthy mud blood!"
Okay! First Chapter done and the fun has yet to start! Don't worry, now that the stories started we can get to the fun stuff! Tell me whatcha think ;)