Hermione: damn trumpets…
Draco: yeah! What's with the trumpets?
Me: I like the trumpets…
Draco: I like sleep!
Hermione: yeah!
Annette: I like Starbucks!
Everyone: nods
Well… no. I wish, but no, I dare say I do not own them.
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Hermione was awoken by the shrill sound of an army trumpet going off in her ear. She sprung to her feet and slammed her pillow into the hovering instrument. It crashed to the floor and uttered its last hallow tune before it vanished. She looked at her alarm clock; it read 5:00 in flashing red letters. She sighed and stepped out her door, hearing the same shrill scream from another trumpet down the hall. Draco's door burst open and he ran from the room, the trumpet hovering behind him. He spotted Hermione and screamed to her.
"HOW DO I MAKE THE DAMNED THING STOP! I EVEN TRIED A SILENCING CHARM!" Hermione, still holding her pillow, swung it at the second trumpet and it too clattered to floor. Draco turned around and was about to walk back into his room when Annette shouted up the stairs.
"Yawl ready for school yet? I got you up early so we can get Starbucks for breakfast!"
"Um, no. We'll be down in a few minutes." Said Hermione. Draco glared at her but trudged back into his room to get ready.
Fifteen minutes later they were standing in front of the front door with Annette as she switched their clothes with a few simple charms.
"Honestly, didn't Dumbledore tell you that it's not a private school? You don't have any freakin' uniforms! We'll have to go shopping for some muggle clothes. You did transfer your money right?" Hermione nodded and said she had a credit card. Draco stared at them both blankly.
"I'm a pure blood wizard! How the hell am I supposed to know anything? And what the fuck is a credit card?"
"Plastic money. Well not really but you use it and then pay it off latter. And watch your mouth next time." Said Annette.
"I'll pay for his stuff." Said Hermione. "Little does Draco know, my parents are just as wealthy as his when it comes to being muggle dentists."
"Well then," said Annette, "we a have a reason to shop on the plaza! We shall buy nice designer threads… now lets get going."
Minutes later they were pulling out of Annette's driveway. Hermione gazed at the large colonial brick mansion that sat in the middle of a grove of trees. Ivy was growing up the front giving it a haunting look of age.
"How old is your house?" asked Hermione.
"Brand new actually. The ivy is a cloaking device that daddy invented. Only muggles can see it or, in our case, the inhabitants too." replied Annette.
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The three of them came marching through the door with their coffees in hand. Without warning Annette turned sharply into a room with a sign saying 'Front Office'.
"Stay here." She ordered. So they did and sipped their coffee quietly. Hermione peeked through the little window in the door and saw Annette waving her wand around. Everyone was frozen in time it seemed like. Then Annette walked into a side office and Hermione could no longer see her. Minutes later Annette was back and everything was back to normal.
"Okay here's the deal. You are put in as exchange students. You are seniors, just like me, and will graduate with the class. Your records will look like regular muggle files. And… oh yeah hold still." Annette took her wand and moved it around her head, then moved it around Draco's and Hermione's. "Now you know the curriculum."
Draco stood there for a moment, and then his mouth opened slowly and he screamed grabbing his head. "E equals MC squared… pie is 3.14 bla, bla, bla… Darwin's theory was… van go!" Annette nodded.
"Yeah that happens sometimes…" she said and walked off. "Oh and here's your schedule." She turned around and threw them two balled up pieces of paper. "Your on your own kids!"
"Malfoy? Are you okay?" asked Hermione. He nodded slowly. "Okay, cause it looks like we have the same classes… we have calculus first… crap, we don't have any supplies!" then she noticed two book bags on the bench. There was note with them, it read:
Thought you might need this stuff. Same things in each bag don't be picky. You, Hermione, might need to explain what things are to Draco.
Hermione grabbed one and handed the other to Draco. "Well, it's off to math class I guess."
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"Good morning again class… oh hello, are you two the new students?" asked the teacher as she gazed at the two new faces in her class.
"Um… yes ma'am. I'm Hermione Granger, and this is Draco Malfoy," said Hermione. Some of the students began to snigger in the back of the classroom. Hermione blushed.
"Don't mind them dear. I'm Mrs. Ford. If you two need any help don't hesitate to ask." Hermione nodded and sat back down.
The boy in front of Hermione turned around and smiled. He had black hair and blue eyes that contrasted deeply with his pale skin. He wore baggy black cargo pants and a tight black wife beater. Spiked bracelets covered both his arms. He flipped his side-swooshed hair out of eyes and smiled.
"Hermione huh? Nice name, ever thought of changing it? Names Cory. Changed it from Conroy. Didn't fit me." He said stretching out his hand. She shook it, slightly startled. "Ever thought of dying your hair black, it's a nice color, black is. No, your color is red. I can tell. Red hair for you, yes, red…" Hermione shook her head.
"I like my hair color." She said.
"Nonsense, Mi, you don't mind if I call you Mi do you? Good." He said before she could reply. "I will make you emo yet!"
"CORY!" yelled Mrs. Ford. He spun around and smiled. Hermione mouthed a thank you and the teacher smiled. "Cory, can you solve this equation?"
Draco was having similar luck. This girl, Nichole, was flirting with him. She had dropped twelve pencils already to try and get his attention. He didn't even blink.
"Um… Draco, could you hand me my pencil?" she asked him in a flirtatious tone. He scowled.
"Will it get you to stop dropping them and talking to me?" he asked. She looked startled but nodded. He picked it up and threw it her. "Better now?" he asked. She nodded again. "Good now stop bothering me."
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Lunch rolled around three hours later. The two magical teens walked through the line of horrible bearded ladies and food that was still moving. They looked around the large room to find a table to sit at. There was a jock table, with the football studs of the season discussing plays and checking out the cheerleaders. Their table was right next the jocks. Draco's eyes lingered on their table as they walked by, they were all scantily clad jumping up and down, their short skirts lingering in the air. Draco winked at one of the blonde women with a large chest. So what if she was muggle, she was a hot muggle. Hermione rolled her eyes.
They brushed past a table whose occupants were in nothing but black. And that's when Hermione dropped her tray of food as Cory's high-pitched voice cut through the air like a razor.
"MI!" he shouted. "Sit here! PLEASE MI! You gotta meet the gang!"
"Run, Malfoy!" she said in a panicked voice and shot off towards an empty table. Draco laughed but when Cory sent him a wink he too ran after Hermione.
They were seated at an empty table next to a bunch of pimple faced, glasses and plaid clad, buck toothed, stringy people. The band geeks as Hermione and Draco later found out. They sat with their instruments and gazed at each other lustfully. It was disgusting to say the least. Then on the other side of room was Annette, sitting at a table filled with nicely dressed kids, guy and girls, laughing and joking around.
"Mi! Why did you run off like that?" asked Cory as he slid into the seat next to Draco. Hermione squeaked in surprised and franticly tried to come up with an explanation. Cory gazed over at Draco. He smiled and scooted a little closer. "Mi, you didn't tell me you had a sexy boyfriend." Hermione gapped at him.
"He is not my boyfriend, " she said in a harsh whisper.
"OooooooOo. So he's single!" he said scooting closer to Draco.
"I'm NOT gay!" Draco shouted and scooted closer to Hermione.
"Oh, to bad. I would have shown you an extra good time." Said Cory, winking at him again. Draco grew paler and a hint of green spread across his face. Hermione tried not to laugh, but she did and fell ungracefully out of her chair. The cheerleader that Draco had winked at earlier sauntered over to their table. She slid into Hermione's now empty chair and smiled at Draco.
"High there," she said in a seductive tone. "I'm Brittany."
"Hiya Brittany!" said Cory. "Nice out fit, needs some silver sparkles though don't you think?"
"Oh my god! I know! I was just telling the girls that like we needed an updated!"
"I know!" said Cory; "it's been the same damn thing every year!"
"Like totally, its so old now!" Hermione slid into another chair and glared at Brittany. Then hearing a mindless conversation between Cory and her, she decided to slip out unnoticed. Unfortunately Draco did notice and fallowed her out the door.
"Trying to sneak away Granger?" he asked as they entered the hallway.
"Yes." She sighed. "Thank god I made it. Cory has been in all of our classes and has been bugging me to no end! Its like flesh eating slugs are crawling all over me!"
"To bad they aren't." muttered Draco.
"Oh stuff it!" she said. "You know I thought you weren't going to insult me on this trip. I guess I was wrong."
"You got that right Granger." He said. " The only thing that Rathmore told me was to not call you a mudblood."
"And why are you listening to her?"
"She threatened me."
"Like that's stopped you before."
"Well this time its different."
"How so Malfoy?"
"She knows something… like she could read my mind."
"Now you have my curiosity. What on earth could she have used to keep you from calling me a mudblood?"
"Like I'm going to tell you!"
"Fine…" but not really she was going to find out.
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"OH COME ON MALFOY! YOU CAN'T LOOK THAT BAD!" yelled Hermione into the men's changing room.
"My god Granger I look gay!" he shouted back.
"Now this I gotta see!" she shouted back. He stepped out, looking pissed. He was wearing tight jeans with a pink striped polo shirt. His white shoes practically matched his hair and the black belt popped sending your eyes to his lower region.
"I like it." Said Annette walking up behind Hermione. "Just cut that shaggy main and you've got the prep look down."
"I don't think he wants the prep look," said Hermione pondering. "Maybe skater?"
"Ooooooooo that's hot." Said Annette and walked off again.
"Yes, Malfoy we're going to try the skater look. Come on now, go change." He grunted and backed into the dressing room.
Hermione walked off and came back with some black jeans and a wife beater. "Try these."
Draco came out and Hermione took a sharp breath. The shirt was tight, really tight, and his muscles were popping out of it. The black jeans were loose and hung just a little showing off his green boxers.
"I- I like It." She stuttered. He nodded.
"Yeah it kinda fits me I think. Next?" he said not noticing the dryness of her voice. She threw five more pairs of jeans at him and about twelve tee shirts. You just need to try the jeans to make sure the fit. I picked the shirts for your cocky ego. They should fit you nicely. He walked out one last time with an FCUK (French connection united kingdom) shirt. It read 'FCUK me, you know you want to.'
"I have to admit Granger, you have nice taste." He said. She laughed.
"I read it and thought of you, Malfoy." then she could have slapped her self when she realized what she said.
"Really Granger? To bad the feeling isn't mutual." He said laughing.
They paid for the clothes and kept walking with Annette down the plaza. Draco was gazing through the windows when his eyes spotted something. He smirked and grabbed Hermione around the waist with one hand covering her mouth so her scream was unnoticed. He pushed her through the door and called attention to the clerk.
"This girl, is in need of hair assistance!" he exclaimed motioning toward Hermione. "We will pay what ever! Just fix that dead animal on her head!" Hermione glared at him.
"What on earth are you doing Malfoy?" she hissed.
"If I have to look at you for the rest of the year, I might as well look at something remotely good looking." He responded smirking.
"How dare you, my hair is-"
"Dreadful!" screeched the man that approached her. "This hair must be tamed! Young lady, what do you do to it every morning, it looks absolutely butchered!"
"I'll have you know sir, that my hair is perfectly fine!" she said, her face turning red with embarrassment and anger.
"Well your boy friend seems to disagree." Said the man.
"HE IS NOT MY BOY FRIEND!" she squealed.
"What else do you do besides hair?" asked Draco.
"Nails, facial hair, massages, the works basically." Replied the man.
"Makeup too?" asked Draco. The man nodded. "Good, then give her the works. I'll be back Granger, have to tell Rathmore that I'm fixing you."
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"EEK! That hurts!" yelled Hermione as the man forced a brush through her hair.
"What do you expect! This thing is a walking knot! Besides no pain no gain!" he said spinning her in her chair while he poured more conditioner in it. "While we let that soak in, we shall start on those nails… OH MY GOD! Do you bite them!"
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Snip. "How much are you cutting off?" snip. "I like my hair long you know." Snip. "Hey! Are you listening to me?" snip. "Stop that!" snnnnnnnnnip.
"Have you ever dyed your hair?"
"No."
"Oh goody I love virgins."
"Excuse me?"
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"Voila."
"Wow I look…"
"Exquisite? Who knew that this ugly duckling was such a sexy swan?"
"How do I thank you?" she asked as she fiddled with her hair.
"By letting me see the look on that boys face." Said the man smiling at her in the mirror. Hermione stood up a little straighter and walked slowly to the front of the hair parlor. Draco was sitting in a chair flipping through a magazine. She cleared her throat but he didn't notice.
"Um… Malfoy?" he looked up, startled by her quiet voice. He seemed to make a double take when he noticed her standing there. His mouth went loose and hung there slightly agar. He stood quickly and dropped the magazine, clearing his throat continuously.
"Granger, hem, you look… better." He coughed out. Her hair stylist leaned over a bit and whispered in her ear.
"Bet he wishes he was your boyfriend now." He said. Hermione giggle.
"I owe it all to you Malfoy, I admit you did a good thing dragging me in here."
"I hate to break the love fest," said the clerk with a rude snap of her gum, "but you owe us $250."
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Well what do you think? You get a full
description of what she looks like next chapter along with the
unfolding of the plot. Annette isn't all fun and games, she's
fire, and she's just waiting to burn something…
teaser? M'kay.
"Homecoming? What's that?"
Later
"Granger… would you like to be my… err date?"
Mmmmm I like suspense.
