Draco Malfoy

"C'mon, Draco! We're going to be late," Blaise said.

"Oh, Please! Don't tell me that you're actually looking forward to Muggle Studies with Professor Vector!" I said while looking for my book.

Why do I always lose my schoolbooks? I think someone has placed a curse upon me—it's probably Potter. I wouldn't put it past him. "Well, see unlike you--I'm taking

Muggle Studies because I'm actually interested in learning about muggles. What's yours?" Blaise replied as I found my book.

"AHA! I found it!" I exclaimed.

"Good, now can we get to class?" Blaise asked impatiently.

I then began to walk towards Vector's class. "Are you okay?" Blaise asked out of the blue.

"Do I look okay?" I snapped.

Blaise gave me a what's-wrong-with-you look and I stopped walking. "I'm sorry Blaise. It's just that I'm under a lot of stress right now with the whole Voldemort thing," I told him.

I'm 17 and my dad keeps asking me to become a death eater. I don't want to be all evil like him. He's one of the reasons I decided to take Muggle Studies. "Why don't you just tell him no? That'd get him off your back," Blaise suggested.

"It's not that simple!" I replied as I began walking again.

"Okay, if you say so!" Blaise told me.

We then took our usual seats in the back of the Muggle Studies classroom. "Good afternoon, class," Professor Vector greeted us giving her best fake smile. "I talked to Professor Dumbledore and got his approval for a fun but educational field trip that I have been planning to take all my Muggle Studies classes on."

I groaned. Any time a teacher says something will be fun AND educational that usually means you are about to go on the boringest field trip of your life. "We are going to spend two weeks in Sunnydale, California where you will study the muggles. When you get back, you will each write a 3-page report on your experiences. Any questions?"

I slid down in my seat. Here's a chance for a really cool field trip and our teacher has to ruin it with a 3-page report. Teacher's these days. I looked around and saw that several people had their hands up—including Granger.

That girl is just too predictable sometimes. "Will we be attending a muggle school while we are there?" Granger asked when Vector called on her.

"Yes, you will attend Sunnydale High as transfer students who are MUGGLES!" she replied.

Oh, bugger! Who wants to attend school while on a field trip? Some field trip! "Where will we stay?" some kid I didn't recognize asked.

"In a hotel with a partner, which I choose," she informed us.

Great, just great! "Now here are the partners: Zabini and Moon, Patil and Perks, Malfoy and Granger…"

GRANGER? I have to spend two bloody weeks with her? This will be the worst two weeks of my entire life. I'm beginning to think Potter really did put a curse on me to make my life as miserable as possible.

I raised my hand. "Yes, Mr. Malfoy?"

"So, we can't bring any wizard stuff, only muggle stuff?" I asked.

"That is correct," she replied.

Then it was time for my next class—History of Magic. A completely boring and useless class if you ask me.

SPIKE

"Spike?"

I looked up from the show I was watching to see Buffy standing on the steps. "Hey, what's up?"

"I just found out that Sunnydale's about to get a little more crowded," Buffy said as she sat down on my cot.

"Is that right?" I asked as I looked at her.

"Yeah, apparently their coming here to learn more about the US," Buffy replied.

"Do you know where they are from?"

"London."

"Hmm. I sure hope they don't have any bad experiences because of the Hellmouth," I told her.

"Yeah, listen I gotta go check on Dawnie."

"OK, what do you think she has?" I questioned.

"The flu," Buffy replied.

DRACO

"How hard can it be to decide what to wear?" Blaise asked.

"Let me guess…you're already packed?" I replied.

"Yep! So what do you need help with?" Blaise inquired.

"How 'bout we start with the number of leather pants I should bring," I told him.

"How many do you have?" Blaise asked in awe.

"That my friend is classified information," I replied.

"Well what else can you wear and do you really want to look like a rich person?"

Blaise and I did this all the time. We weren't really arguing, just being playful. "I've got shorts and jeans. If I'm going to be forced to look like a muggle, I want to do it in style!" I answered.

"So bring a little of each," Blaise advised.

"Okay, 7 leather pants, 3 shorts and 4 jeans it is," I said happily.

Blaise groaned. "What?" I asked shortly.

"Why are you asking my opinion if you're going to do your own thing?" he replied.

"Just trying to make you feel needed," I told him.

"Great," Blaise replied dully.

I then decided on red, black, gray and green shirts—4 black, 3 gray, and 3 green. I also packed my fav leather jacket that Aunt Bella bought for me on my 16th birthday.

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"Okay there is NO way I'm getting on that—that—thing!" I exclaimed.

I was looking at a big thingy with wings. I don't know about you but I don't trust things with wings except for the snitch and animals. "Relax, Draco it's just an airplane!" Blaise explained.

"Oh, please! Just because you know more about muggles than me doesn't mean you have to rub it in!" I complained.

"I'm not! Besides we've learned about airplanes in Muggle Studies remember?" Blaise asked.

"Nope, I must've been absent that day," I replied.

"Everybody listen up!" Professor Vector called. " You and your partner are to sit together on the plane. It is your responsibility to know where your partner is at all times. So if you want to receive a bad grade you should make sure your partner doesn't make it on the plane ride home."

Great there goes plan A: lose Granger. I got on the plane hoping to beat Granger to the window seat. But alas, the curse is alive! She beat me to it. "Hey! No fair!" I exclaimed.

Granger looked up from her book. "What's not fair?" she asked sweetly.

She makes me sick! "You took the window seat. That's my favorite spot!"

"Well too bad. I'll let you sit by the window on the way home," she said.

I sighed as I sat down in my horrid seat and pulled out my favorite book—Interview with a Werewolf by Darin Klugel.

********************Two Weeks Later********************

"I am SO bored!" I exclaimed while Granger was watching 'Passions'.

"And you know what?" she asked.

"NO! And right now I'm wondering if I even want to know," I replied.

"I'm sick of you're complaining. Honestly you are worse than a two year old!" she lectured.

"Whatever. This is the most stupidest show!" I told her.

"Oh please! How would you know? You've only watched five minutes of it," Granger chided.

I got up and started to leave when Granger said, "Hey, where are you going?"

"Out," I replied.

"Well, be sure to be back in one hour so that you don't miss your ride back to Hogwarts!" she said as I left.

I wandered around the streets of Sunnydale. I wasn't going anywhere in particular which was my mistake. Pretty soon, I was as lost as a little puppy. 'Uh-oh' I mumbled to myself.