The Muggle Project
By Ceri Blackheart
Introduction (… well, sort of):
Name: Draco Malfoy
Age: 17
Birthday: June 5, 1980
Parentage: Pureblood
Eye colour: Gray
Hair colour: Pale, white blonde
Distinguishing features: Pale pointed face
First year: 1991
House: Slytherin
Quidditch: Slytherin Quidditch team Seeker (1992 - present)
Organizations & affiliations: Inquisitorial Squad (under Dolores Umbridge), ex-Death Eater.
Friends: Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Blaise Zabini, and Pansy Parkinson.
Awards, etc.: Prefect for Slytherin his 5th year (but not his 6th).
Wand: Hawthorn and unicorn hair, 10 inches, reasonably springy.
Interests: Quidditch, the Dark Arts, himself.
Skills: flying; Potions; Occlumency; faking injuries; finding where you hurt and rubbing salt in it; whining to Daddy ('Which is entirely not true'-says Draco at fourth year).
Brooms: 1991: Comet 260; 1992 - 1993: Nimbus 2001; 1993 – present: Firebolt.
Patronus: (unable to produce one)
Boggart: Himself … as a Gryffindor.
Dating status: Currently Available
Name: Hermione Jean Granger
Age: 18
Birthday: September 19, 1979
Parentage: Muggle-born
Eye colour: Brown
Hair colour: Brown and bushy
First year: 1991
House: Gryffindor
Earned 11 O.W.L.s: She received 10 "Outstandings" (Care of Magical Creatures, Transfiguration, Potions, Charms, Herbology, Astronomy, History of Magic, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes and one unknown class), and an "Exceeds expectations" in Defence Against the Dark Arts.
Awards, etc.: Prefect for Gryffindor her 5th, 6th, and 7th years.
Organizations & affiliations: Dumbledore's Army; S.P.E.W.
Wand: Vine wood with a dragon heartstring core.
Skills: Packing for long trips, Logic; Arithmancy; portable waterproof fires; Has actually read Hogwarts: A History. Can produce a full Patronus and mastered the Protean Charm to create the enchanted coins used by Dumbledore's Army.
Patronus: Otter
Boggart: McGonagall telling her she failed everything.
Dating status: NOT AVAILABLE
The only similarity between the two is that neither can stand each other.
…and that's all you have to know.
Enjoy!
Chapter One: My lot and your lot, what's the difference?
"—and this is starting two months from now." Snape finished his statement. He absolutely loved seeing the students' misery and the looks on their faces were just exquisite.
"So let me get this straight," Draco Malfoy breathed in slowly then exhaled. "You are going to abandon us Wizarding teenagers in the Muggle world for six fucking months—starting a fortnight from today, strip us from magic, and worst of all, you're going to pair me up with Longbottom?! You must be out of your bloody mind! I refuse to take part in this activity. It is just all too inhumane!" He growled at Snape in front of the whole class.
"Actually, you should be thanking your lovely Headmaster for that." Snape rolled his eyes and sneered. As much as he loved his Godson, it was still required for him to follow Dumbledore.
"I am still not going. You shall hear from my father about this. And maybe even mother would gladly step in," He shuddered for a moment, imagining the ghastly look on his mother's face as she finds out that he, Draco Malfoy, is to interact with the filthy lot called Muggles. "And I'm sure that would convince you to exclude me from this awful activity." Malfoy wrinkled his nose in disgust.
From afar, Hermione Granger, alongside Harry Potter—the boy who lived and defeated the Dark Lord, and Ron Weasley, who was behind them all these years, supporting them in their struggles in life, pursed her thin lips. She quickly moistened them with her saliva then bit down on it hard.
"Fat git. What's he got against Muggles? Dad loves them—" Ron interrupted by Pansy bloody Parkinson who squinted her eyes in an unattractive fashion and snorted,
"And we know that your dad's gone bonkers long ago, eh Weasley? Playing with silly flying Muggle cars and rubber duckies." The whole class sniggered along.
"For your information, fascination for Muggle items is not a sign of one who has gone mad. After all, he wasn't a fool who supported a sadistic Lord-wannabe who thought he'd be the king of the world—who in the end suffered a great deal of uncontrolled magic." Hermione spat, eyes glinting, ignoring Ron's protests of wanting to defend his own dad.
The whole class went quiet and most of the Slytherins had bowed their heads in shame. Draco Malfoy, on the other hand shot a deadly glare in Hermione's direction. Everyone knew the story behind Voldemort's fall, and it sure was not a pleasant thing to hear.
"That is quite enough, Miss Granger. Ten points from Gryffindor for bringing up such a subject. And the answer is still no, Mister Malfoy, you will take part in this activity just like everyone in this room along with the other students in your year." said slimy old Snape. Hermione's lips twitched in anger, but she knew it was better to keep quiet.
Malfoy, who had, at this point, gotten over about the previous subject, raised his voice yet once again. "I AM NOT GOING, AND YOU CANNOT MAKE ME!"
"Your father and mother have already agreed to this…wonderful activity."
His eyes wide as plates and he paled when he saw the 'That-is-Quite-ENOUGH-look' on Snape's revolting face, and were resigned to his fate. However, he implored: "No, not with Longbottom, please, anyone but Longbottom. If you want me to turn as ugly and as Gryffindor-like as he, then by all means, but if you love me at all as a Godson, then please, for the love of Merlin, do not send me off to that Muggle world with fucking Longbottom!"
Snape's eyes were drawn to Hermione's angry form. She was hissing furiously to Harry and Ron, who looked as angry as she. "Alright, let Miss Granger lead you to it. After all, she is from the Muggle world, so why not learn from one who comes from it herself?" The corner of Snape's mouth tilted into a smirk. He felt pity for Draco Malfoy, but seeing that the Mudblood was the only one without a partner, he had absolutely no choice. Besides, he got some sick pleasure from the look on his godson's face.
From across the room, Neville's loud whisper to the heavens saying, "YES!" was heard by his classmates who eventually erupted into laughter.
"GRANGER'S STUCK WITH MALFOY!" Seamus roared in laughter. Everyone was in high spirits, except for Malfoy's cronies, Hermione, Ron, Harry, and of course, Malfoy himself.
"NO!" Ron's eyes practically popped out of their sockets.
"Merlin!" Pansy gasped and brought her slender hands to cover her mouth in horror.
"You can't put me in with that bitch!" Malfoy trembled. "You can put me back with Longbottom! Just not her, anyone but her! Sev, do something!" Snape hated that disgusting, shallow nickname—Sev, but he was willing to let it pass for now.
"Professor Snape, I demand a regrouping!" Hermione growled as she went down the steps toward Snape. Her nostrils flared in fury. No way in hell am I going to end up with that sodding prat!
"YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO US!" The blond and the shaggy haired brunette both cried in unison. The class seemed to stop jeering and realised just how much the Slytherin and the Gryffindor hated each other.
Snape smirked, "Oh yes, I do believe I can."
Malfoy took a deep breath and leant against the wooden desk for support. "I think I need to lie down." Malfoy quivered and paled.
Where's a Time Turner when you need it? Hermione thought to herself.
"No, you shall not get your hands on such an item, Miss Granger." Apparently, the infinitely maddening Snape had been entering her thoughts.
"Bollocks," she cursed.
"I do not tolerate language here, Miss Granger, another five points from Gryffindor for crudeness." Snape taking points away from helpless Gryffindors sounded like music to his own ears, and not only had Hermione been paired with the last person she'd rather be with in this world, but she had also lost her own house ten points in a span of five minutes.
The Gryffindors' angry moans and groans erupted throughout the dungeon. "But Malfoy's been sayin' fuck for the last hour!" Snape merely acted as if he heard nothing at all and continued to listen to his Godson's woes.
"First, I don't get the post of Head Boy, second, fatherandmother agreed to this pointless activity," Malfoy mumbled as Snape joined in, "—with slight abuse of persuasion, of course. You know your parents would not allow you to take part in such a thing so easily." Malfoy narrowed his eyes as he stared at the floor, oblivious to the fact that they had just been dismissed for their next class.
Hermione refused to leave the room. She was determined to make Snape change his mind. "Sn—Professor Snape, please, by all means, you do know that Malfoy and I hate the living souls out of each other, right?"
"Of course I'm aware of that," snapped Snape.
"And yet you still pair us up?! Imagine, six bloody months with this… with this thing!" said Malfoy in exasperation. He spluttered to find the right insult, but failed miserably.
"Yes, and I still pair you up. After all, I think it's just wise to do so. After all, if you did stay in the Muggle world with Longbottom, Merlin knows how you'd survive. And since Miss Granger here is a Muggle herself, I'm s—" Snape was interrupted by Hermione who growled, "Muggle born," Snape shot her a look and continued speaking. "Since Miss Granger here is a Muggle born, I'm quite sure her experiences are enough for you to survive. And I'm also sure that she'd be more than happy to assist and guide you during your time in this Activity."
"Sir, might I suggest—" Draco tried once again to interrupt, but was silenced.
"Shut up, Mister Malfoy, unless you want me to do it for you. Now I suggest that both of you go to Lunch unless you want me to take that privilege away as well."
"Ugly prat." Hermione hissed under her breath as she walked to the Great Hall, a four meter distance from Malfoy.
"Wench." He retorted with narrowed eyes. Both were itching to strangle each other to death.
Hermione stopped abruptly, turned around to face Malfoy and snarled, "I detest you."
"I detest you even more. With vehemence!" He added, gritting his teeth together. "Why can't your lot just stay away from my lot?!" He groaned, digging his nails into his palms.
"And what do you mean by that?!" She snapped.
"Since you're too dim-witted to understand, I'm afraid that I'd have to elaborate on my previous statement. WHY CAN'T YOUR LOT, THE MUDBLOODS, JUST STAY AWAY FROM THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE, THE PUREBLOODED WIZARDS?!"
"I'm here for good and you can do nothing to make me go away! So you better start getting used to it because starting two months from now, you shall be living in the same flat as me." She hissed coldly.
"Fuck you, Granger."
"Watch your mouth, Malfoy. A passerby might think you'd actually shag a Mudblood."
"Pretty little tongue you have there, eh Granger? I just wonder what you could say when I cut that off."
"As if you can, Malfoy. What are you gonna do? Ask daddy's Death Eaters to cut a helpless little Mudblood's tongue off? So that he can go to Azkaban again?" She said slyly.
"You do not know what I'm capable of, Granger."
"And you don't know what I'm capable of, Malfoy."
They both seethed and glared at each other in heated silence.
Author's note: Well, that's it. What'd you think? By the way, yes, this is AU. Which means if you stumble across characters who are supposed to be dead, but aren't? That's gotta be one of them.