"Lemon drop?" asked professor Dumbledore as the two head students sat down.
"No, thank you." Said Hermione. Draco shook his head.
"Alas I am afraid no one here shares my love for these delicious muggle candies." He said shaking his head in despair.
"Excuse me professor, but why exactly are we here?" asked Hermione.
"Ah yes… well you see I was wondering what it would be like in an American muggle school one day and I said to my self, 'Albus, why not make something of it! Joining some things that their school might have that our school is in need of! But how?' and that's when I decided to send my two most helpful students, head boy and girl. That's where you two come in. I want to send you two to high school!"
Hermione sat there grinning ear to ear. She had always wanted to go to American schools they had always been so different that she just had to see it. Draco on the other hand was speechless. His pale white face was even whiter than before and his mouth was slightly agar. His eyes were wide with fright and he was twitching slightly.
"Oh this is wonderful! When do we leave?" she asked.
"Tomorrow morning. I will let you get packed and say good by to you friends but you have to be ready to leave at 3:30 sharp. You will be flying via airplane to a small place in Missouri. Good night!" he stood and left the room.
Hermione stood too almost jumping for joy. She looked over at Draco and slightly caulked her head. He still sat there his eye twitching and a look of shear fright written across his face. Sort of like what he looked like when he was attacked by buck beak, boy was that funny. She began to giggle and he snapped out if his trance.
"What's so funny mudblood?" he snapped.
She giggled some more and then managed to say, "your face!" then she left the room laughing.
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Hermione looked at her watch. '3:29' it said in flashing letters. Then it started beeping as the 29 changed to 30. 'Oops I forgot I set the alarm.' She though. She turned it off and looked around the hallway. She saw Dumbledore walking out of his office slowly and Draco sprinting up the stairs from the dungeons. He had nothing with him, so when he stopped in front of her panting she asked him why.
"Shrinking charms Granger…" he managed to say. Then Dumbledore walked up casually.
"Mr. Malfoy, you are aware you will be around muggles this whole trip?" he asked looking down at him. Malfoy nodded. "Well, you do realize they will think it pretty odd that you pull your luggage from your pocket and resize it, do you not?"
Malfoy growled and pulled his stuff out of his pocket and resized it. At that moment the doors swung open to reveal a smiling girl. She had ironed straight brown hair with red black and honey blonde highlights. She wore a short denim skirt that came just above her knees and brown wrinkled leather boots. She had a cute blue tank top on with a nice white lace coverlet tied underneath her chest. She slid her blue-ish/black sunglasses atop her head and smiled.
"Are these the victims?" she asked with a soft voice. Dumbledore laughed and nodded.
"Ah yes indeed." He said. "Heads, this is Annette Rathmore. She is going to be your hostess. Please treat her with respect. She is a highly skilled witch, and isn't afraid to… smoke your tush as she put it. Now go and have fun!"
Annette looked at Malfoy and smiled she walked up to him and leaned in to whisper in his ear. Hermione watched aw struck, until his face turned paler and his smirk turned to a line. His eyes widened with fear and he nodded when she pulled away. Annette brushed her hands together as if she just finished something difficult and dirty and winked at Hermione. "We wont be having any trouble with this one." She whispered to her.
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They stepped onto the plain and Hermione and Annette put their carry-ons into the bins above their seats. Draco watched and did the same, but when they sat down (Hermione, Draco, Annette in that order) he had missed how they fastened the seat belts. The stewardess who walked by to check told him to fasten his belt and he nodded as she walked off.
"Granger," he whispered. She looked over at him.
"What?"
"How do I fasten it?" he asked.
"You slide the pieces together." She said simply. He looked at them blankly.
"Sir! You need to fasten your seat belt!" said the stewardess as she walked by again.
"Oh here!" cried Hermione and clicked the pieces together.
"I don't see why we couldn't just apparate there…" he grumbled.
"You know perfectly well that if you tried to apparate to a country or somewhere as far away as we are going that you could kill your self. So stop gripping." Muttered Hermione angrily. Draco just grumbled in response. The plane started to taxi to the runway and Draco's head snapped up.
"What's it doing?" he asked in a panicked voice.
"It's just taxiing to the run way…" Hermione replied yawning. Draco nodded and leaned over Annette to gaze out of window. The plane hit the runway and began to accelerate. Draco could feel the pull of gravity and started to freak out.
"What's it doing now!" he yelped.
"Relax! It's just like taking off on a broom." Said Annette. Draco shook his head.
"No it's not! No it is not!" he exclaimed. Without realizing it Hermione grabbed his hand, she too had a problem taking off; she just didn't show it like he did. Draco stopped ranting and looked down at her hand, and then he looked up at her. Her eyes were shut tight and she was muttering something in French. He said nothing because it calmed him down. He followed her lead and shut his eyes and began to sing some lines from his favorite weird sisters song under his breath. (A/N: no darlings Draco does not harbor a secrete love for a muggle band, sorry.)
Soon the plane hit the right altitude and began to cost smoothly. Draco let out a breath he did not realize he had been holding and let go of Hermione's hand. It was then that she realized she was holding it and she looked up at him, questioningly. He grabbed a muggle magazine and flipped through it. He poked Hermione in the arm and pointed to an add for the magic bullet cooking accessory.
"What's that?" he asked her. "It looks kinky." Hermione rolled her eyes and looked back down at her book.
"It a cooking accessory, Malfoy. It's liked a blender or food processor." He just nodded not really understanding what a blender or food processor was.
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They were in the airport at the luggage department. Draco's bag was lost. Annette had jumped the counter with her wand pointed at the woman's head when she found out that his bag was taken in for surveillance. There was reason that he could be a threat to the nation, or just a wack job, one of the two. She came out dragging his bag behind her, smiling pleasantly at the woman behind the counter and waving goodbye.
"It's a good thing I was prepared for that. You should thank me latter for it though. Honestly, did you have to pack potions stuff? They thought you were on crack." She said walking past Draco and out the door.
He leaned over to Hermione and asked, "What's crack?"
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"So your telling me that muggles smoke grass just to get this temporary high that turns their brains to mush?" Annette nodded. "Wow, muggles are dumber than I thought…"
"They're not all bad, Malfoy, you'll see." Chimed in Hermione from the back seat of Annette's baby blue punch bug convertible.
"Hermione's right, Draco. You never know, you may find some special friends here." Said Annette.
"Listen Rathmore," said Draco in a harsh tone, "I never said you could call me by my first name. And I highly doubt I will ever even talk to those people, if they can be called that. I'll sit through school with them, but you couldn't pay me to talk to them."
"Not even a million galleons?" asked Annette.
"A million you sa-… no. Not even a million." Annette giggled slightly and looked in her rear view mirror.
"How are you doing Hermione dear?" Hermione smiled.
"Fine, thank you."
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Hermione sat in bed looking at her room. Annette had walked in with Hermione and asked her what her dream room was. Hermione responded with a simple list.
"White walls with black marble flooring and red satin curtains. A bed with black silk sheets and red satin covers and pillow of both colors, and… grayish silver doors." Annette waved her wand that's what the empty room looked like. With a desk and some other bedroom necessities of course.
Hermione was pleased and turned on the CD player that Annette added. She had mounted it on the wall and told her she had charmed it to play whatever songs Hermione knew and that fit her mood for the moment. She turned it on a nice soothing song came on. She turned off her bedside lamp and curled under her cool sheets, falling asleep in minutes.
Draco's on the other hand wasn't his dream room; it was just like his room at home. Green and black and silver with dragon ornaments everywhere. He even made Annette change to location of his closet and bathroom to match his room at home. She didn't complain though she just asked for one small favor.
"And what's that?" he asked bitterly.
"This." She said. The same CD player appeared on the wall next to his bed. "It plays what songs you know and that fit your mood." Draco nodded.
"Now get out of my room."