Draco was roomed with a boy from America, a tall brunette with dark green eyes and a lanky body. He reminded Draco greatly of Harry Potter, the Chosen One. This was neither good nor bad.

"Liam Reynolds," he had said when Draco entered the room, already unpacked and settled. He had posters on his side of the room, along with a few personal pictures. "Guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other for a year."

"Draco Malfoy," he had greeted, shaking the hand outstretched to him. "I guess so."

On the morning of the second school day, Draco was up at five a.m. He showered in an empty co-ed bathroom, and returned to his room by six, clean and dressed, his hair dried. Liam had yet to awake, so Draco sat on his bed and just looked around.

Soon the small alarm clock on Liam's bedside table honked a greeting, and Liam bolted up in bed.

"Morning," Draco said, waving. Liam stared at him.

"How do you do it?" he asked groggily, forcing himself to his feet. Draco shrugged and leaned back on his pillows.

"Dunno. Get ready, breakfast is at eight, and it's seven-thirty now." Liam nodded and went about getting ready quickly.

"Ready?" Draco said as he waiting by the door.

"Ready, Freddie." Draco raised an eyebrow at the odd phrase; his name wasn't Freddie. He decided to let it pass.

"...Fantastic. Let's get on to our breakfast, then, eh? I'm starving." Draco led the way from the dorm.

Breakfast was served in a large dining hall, which was, luckily, directly beside Draco and Liam's dorm. They walked there together, talking and joking, getting approving looks from the few girls they passed.

They attained a table easily enough, taking it right after its previous inhabitants left. House-Elves were scurrying about, carrying trays of food and drinks back and forth from the kitchens. Draco thought absently that Hermione would be very upset about this indeed.

"What would you like?" one small female House-Elf asked Liam first, bouncing on the balls of her small feet.

"I'd like four pancakes, with five strips of bacon, coffee, and this morning's newspaper," she told her clearly, leaning back. The elf nodded and looked to Draco.

"Er, same as him" Draco said, still unsure of the American breakfast foods. "But instead of this country's paper, is there any way I could get a copy of the English paper?" The elf bobbed her head and left quickly.

Looking around, Draco looked at the door in time to see Hermione and pretty blonde girl enter the dining hall. Hermione's hair was pulled back in a ponytail, a good style for her; wait, what?

"I'll be back in a second," Draco told Liam distractedly, who nodded, holding the paper that had been brought to him.

"Mind if I sit, ladies?" Draco leaned over Hermione's chair and smirked. She whipped around, her eyebrows furrowed, while her friend's went up. He sat before they could disagree. "Thanks."

"Well, well," the girl said, leaning towards him. "You must be Draco. Odd name, isn't it? I'm June, Hermione's roommate." June obviously was very outgoing. Draco looked taken aback for a moment before he regained composure.

"I suppose Granger here's told you all about how much of a prat I am, hasn't she?" he said smoothly.

"You English and your weird slang," June snorted. "I'll leave you two to it then, I see a friend over there." She got up and shouted a girl's name, then hurried off with a light pat to Hermione's head. "Luck." Hermione shot daggers at her back.

"Interesting friend," Draco laughed, crossing his legs. Hermione looked back at him, her eyes slits.

"Why do you always show up when I don't want you around?" Hermione growled. "Which is always, in case you were wondering."

"Simple," he replied. "I was made to pester you until you croak." She sneered at him, her eyes glowing.

"You're hilarious."

"I know."

"And incorrigible."

"If you say so."

"I do."

"Well fine."

She let out a soft scream and glowered at him.

"Could you just go?" she pleaded. "You're ruining my day already, and it's only breakfast." He raised his hands in defeat.

"Fine, I'll leave," he said, getting up. "But expect me back later." He tapped her head as he passed too, in a mocking way. "See ya, Granger." She pushed his hand off with a "Hey!" Draco just laughed and walked back to Liam, who was gawking at him. An interesting year awaited them, indeed.

Draco and Liam left breakfast feeling very satisfied.

"What's your first class?" Liam asked Draco, looking at his schedule. Draco copied him, wincing.

"Muggle Studies," he said, frowning. "I don't really remember why I chose this one but I guess there's no going back."

"That's harsh, dude," Liam snorted, slapping Draco's shoulder. "I got some kind of Accelerated Charms. Should be easy enough." They parted ways, and Draco made his way across the expansive campus, pushing through crowds of students easily. He see the girl that had been with Hermione earlier, June, watching him apprehensively from a bench, her eyebrow cocked. He winked at her and smiled evilly, and she scoffed and looked away. Draco shrugged; he could make up for it later, if he wanted.

"Welcome to Muggle Studies!" a tall lady in a skinny dress said as he approached the small building that housed the Muggle Studies classrooms. "In you go, we'll be starting soon!" Draco tried to smile and went in past her. He was disappointed.

The room was very, very simple; there was tables spread out, of course. On the walls hung some plastic looking devices with long cords, and large flat screens, both of which he recognized but could not place. There were large radios sitting on the counters around the classroom, something he finally recognized. There were some screens with long, thin pads with buttons attached to them, as well.

"Really, Draco?" Hermione's voice said, jerking him out of his examination of the weird Muggle objects. "You even had to take Muggle Studies? You hate Muggles." This earned him a few glares; Hermione's voice carried.

"Ah, ha! Funny, Hermione, you know I love Muggles!" he said loudly, but it was enough to appease the others. He leaned toward her, standing over her chair. "You need to be careful what you say, or you're going to end up getting me in trouble." She stuck her tongue out at him and he smirked.

"Take a seat, sir!" the teacher crowed as she closed the classroom door; he looked around, only to realize the only seat available was beside Granger. Sighing through his teeth, he slid into his new seat, his neighbor scowling at him deeply.

"I'm as happy as you are," he muttered, setting his wand on the table.

"Welcome to all of you!" the professor said. "My name's Professor Smith, and I know we're all going to be great friends!" She smiled around at them all. "This year, we'll be learned about the more technological parts of the Muggle world." She said this in a slightly awed voice, as she picked up one of the plastic devices. "Can anyone tell me what this is?"

Hermione hand, of course, shot up. "Ah! Miss...?"

"Granger. That's a mobile telephone; Muggles use it to communicate across long distances, almost similar to Floo Powder or Patronuses." Smith nodded, delighted.

"Very good!" she cheered. "How are you so versed in what this is, Miss Granger?" Hermione blushed a bit, while Draco grinned.

"Well, I took Muggle Studies at Hogwarts, my school," she explained carefully. "And, well, I'm a Muggle-born, so I've been around this stuff my whole life, mostly."

"Fantastic!" Smith said, smiling. "I didn't even think to ask; are there any other Muggle-borns here?" A few hands went up: one girl with dark brown hair and large blue eyes; two identical boys sitting quietly in the back, with thin lips and similarly styled blonde hair; and another boy with thick red hair and a quirky grin, beneath thick rimmed glasses. "Interesting. So I'll expect a lot from all of you!" The were slight grumblings at this. "Now, let's begin our covering of the History of the Telephone!"