A/N: Weird little idea, but I couldn't resist. This is set after the war. Dramione.

Hope you like it. :)

"Okay. What in the Merlin's name is a Googull?"

Draco Malfoy's unimpressed voice made Hermione look up from her Muggle Studies essay.

At any other time, she would have laughed at his straight-faced expression, but she had been entertaining similar questions from him since the past one hour, so she just looked heavenward and prayed to be rewarded with an ounce of patience.

"It's a search engine." She explained shortly.

His reply was an arrogant "Oh."

Silence.

This silence was the reason why she was positive that he had the wrong idea about the concept but she couldn't bring herself to correct the fool.

"So, this engine." He spoke, "It's a muggle train that goes around looking for missing people, right?"

She could have wept.

"No, Malfoy. It's one of the most popular websites on the internet that allows you to search for information or other sites of information based on what you type. We covered websites, didn't we?"

She ignored his blank look and continued.

"It also specializes in other internet based services like email, chats, videos, social networking, news and blogs. Basically, it's this multinational company that provides software, cloud storage, advertising platform and such. It's very successful."

Malfoy sneered.

"I'm not a stinkin' muggle. The only reason you are tutoring me is because you're one. If you can't help me with what should obviously be a piece of cake for you, we have a problem."

She closed her eyes for what seemed like the fiftieth time.

"That's what I've been trying to do all this time. But I can't help if you aren't even paying attention! Internet was covered weeks ago. And you're still stuck on Google!"

"What the hell is Googull?!"

"I just told you!"

"Well, it was rubbish!"

"It's the best I could do!"

"Then you're not as smart as they think you are, are you?"

Hermione mentally counted to ten.

"Google-" she gritted out slowly, "is a website. If you want some information and don't know where to look for it, you type in the keywords and google will provide with a long list of links to other websites. These websites may contain the information you're looking for. In background though, Google is a large provider for many other services on the internet. Email or electronic mail. Books. News. Videos…they're a collection of moving images, you know? And social networking, so you can stay connected with the people you know. Do you understand?"

He looked at her haughtily from beneath his pale eyelashes.

"See now that wasn't so hard, was it?"

She wanted to reach over the table and strangle him. He probably guessed as much, and smirked.

She furiously continued with her own essay, digging the quill onto the parchment.

"Bloody hell, no wonder your kind is so miserable. Inventing all sorts of crap tech—techo…technology and complicating everything. Didn't anyone tell you that simplicity is elegance?"

She had been smiling as he struggled with the word, completely taking the bite out of what he was saying.

"They don't have the luxury of waving a wand around and making things happen on a whim. Too bad they only have their brains to rely upon."

He scoffed, then looked down to his unfinished essay and began writing. She prayed to God that whatever he was writing was factually correct because, jeez the guy was turning out to be a bigger pain in the arse than she could've anticipated. He could win the Order of Merlin in potions someday but he had the thickest brains in the whole world when it came down to Muggle studies.

It was an unsolved mystery as to why he had opted for this particular subject when it wasn't even required for his education. He did not need any grace points, he had been given no such direction by the Ministry during his trial and nor was he short of N.E.W.T subjects..he was taking more than the compulsory five. It was even more mystifying when it was clear that he was obviously struggling with it.

Deep down, she had to admire his determination. Even when he was scoffing at the Shakespearean dialogue or scratching his head at the way a gas stove worked, she could appreciate the underlying curiosity and a reluctant fascination. This was the reason why when Professor Bobbins had requested to tutor their new student, she had reluctantly agreed.

"Are you nearly done?" she asked.

"This will take all weekend." He muttered without looking up from his book.

She decided to go ahead with what had been eating at her for all this time.

"Malfoy, why did you take Muggle studies?"

She'd probably imagined it, but she saw his shoulders stiffening.

"That's none of your fucking business."

Her fingers automatically inched towards her wand.

"I think it is. I want to know why I'm wasting my time tutoring someone as obviously hopeless as you." She goaded.

He did not rise to it. He gave an exaggerated sigh, marked the page that he had been reading and gathered his things.

"Same time, tomorrow. Don't be late." He snarled.

She stared at his retreating back with a mixture of anger and awe. Five months had passed since the second Wizarding war and Draco Malfoy had yet to speak a polite word to her. She had spotted him giving Harry a nod here and there, and she could've sworn she had heard him mutter 'Excuse me' as he had been making his way around Neville yesterday. But he couldn't cough up a single word of respect for his tutor.

"Ungrateful prick."

There was a deep chuckle behind her.

She jumped at the voice, and turned to face him.

It was Theodore Nott.

She almost groaned. Too many snakes for today.

"What are you doing here?"

He pushed off the shelf that he had been leaning against and came to stand in front of her.

"For someone so smart, you can be unbelievably dense, Granger."

She'd had her daily dose of cryptic Slytherins for one day, thank you very much.

"What are you talking about?"

"Seeing as you're so obviously distressed because of my friend's behaviour, I can't help but provide some insight into the matter."

She crossed her arms in resignation. "Well, go ahead."

"It will cost you."

Of course.

"What do you want?"

He smirked.

"I want your word that you'll help Draco no matter what, and genuinely make an effort with him."

She frowned.

"Help him…with Muggle Studies?"

"That too, but you need to help him with what I'm about to tell you. You have to be fair. You have to try."

This was just bizarre, and she was tired, so she said, "Alright."

He nodded.

"Didn't you realise that Draco's taking up Muggle Studies coincided with your infamous declaration that you are going to leave the magical community for a few years and live life as a muggle?"

"I made no such declaration! I only decided it with my friends. Word just got out."

Nott was staring at her with pity.

"What?"

"You're supposed to be smart. Do the math. He also specifically requested the professor for you to tutor him."

Hermione stared at him.

She thought back to the day when Malfoy had entered the classroom, looking threatening and out of place and surprising the hell out of everyone, including her. She recalled the way he had spotted her among the crowd and a certain tranquillity had settled over his features. That time she had mistaken it for contempt. Several points were missing…and it was merely a theory. Surely Nott was lying.

But still…

"Does he really-?" She looked up at him for confirmation.

But he was gone.

He had promised insight, and he'd fulfilled his end of the bargain. It was just too bad as now she was left more confused than she had been before.

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