Psychology 101
She woke up late. This morning is supposed to be the first day of her college life and she cannot, for the life of her, be late. She spent her last day of freedom at the Burrows with the Weasley family and she came home late last night, not to mention slightly drunk.
She stared at her alarm clock. It was quarter to 8 in the morning and her first period class starts at 8:30. She groaned and jumped from her bed. She was thinking about scurgifying herself clean instead of going for a shower but she remembered she promised her parents that she wouldn't be using magic as much as possible because according to them, they want her to be just a "normal" college student. She can't explain it but she actually liked the idea of being a regular muggle girl for a change. It's like she's almost excited. She's going to meet a lot of normal people her age. Maybe go shopping with them or drink coffee or go to the movies. Anything. She may even meet a nice muggle guy and go out on a date. She seriously can use a real boyfriend right now. She lives alone in her flat and wouldn't it be nice to spend a lazy afternoon cuddling on her bed rather than daydreaming about the Legolas poster on her wall? She laughed at her thoughts.
She took a 5 minute shower and made herself a cup of coffee while she looked at her class schedule. Psychology 101, she read, sipping coffee. She smiled to herself. This is going to be a great first day.
At least she thinks so.
Clutching her books to her chest, she entered the already filled classroom. There must be at least 25 students in this class, all eager to learn by the look on their faces. She sat at the only available chair at the back of the room, next to a bespectacled Asian girl who smiled at her the moment she sat down. She smiled back at her, feeling the need to at least make casual friends she could talk to about assignments and stuff. The professor stood up from her chair and walked to the front of the room, introducing herself as Professor Ervina Giang. She's about 30 years old based on Hermione's personal judgment, with short black hair and a jolly face. The professor is also wearing converse shoes to go with her almost formal wear. Hermione chuckled. She loves weird people.
The professor started her lecture about the history and the branches of psychology, namely Psychonanalytic, Behavioural, Cognitive, Evolutionary, etc. which is very interesting to Hermione. She has always been interested in the human brain. Wizards have their own version of how the whole human psyche works, but she finds the muggle version better and more complex.
"What's your name?" the Asian girl beside her whispered.
Hermione smiled at her. "Hermione Granger." She said. "You?"
"Penelope Ang." She answered. "But you can call me Pepper."
They smiled at each other, and just then they heard the door of the classroom opened and this completely gorgeous guy walked in. Penelope and half the girls in the class gasped. He's probably 5'9, with hair so blond that it's practically white. He's wearing dark blue jeans and a red shirt under his coat. He strolled the room to the front of the class and gave a piece of paper to the professor, which the professor skimmed quickly with her eyes and gave back to him. She motioned him to an empty seat at the corner, a few feet away from where Hermione was sitting.
Hermione gasped along with the other girls, her eyes as round as saucers but not because she found this new guy handsome like the other girls. She thought her mind was playing a cruel trick on her. Maybe Ginny cast a spell on the vodka they drank last night. That must be it because what's happening right now can't be true! This is impossible! She is hallucinating!
On his way to his seat he happened to glance at Hermione and the element of surprise on his face was what Ginny would call "priceless". His jaw dropped as his gray eyes met Hermione's brown ones. Their eyes lingered on each other until the professor cleared her throat and continued with her lecture about Sigmund Freud and his theory of the mind. But Hermione wasn't listening to the lecture anymore. At this moment she doesn't care about how Freud compared the mind to an ice berg and she doesn't care whether Freud is the most sexist man that ever lived like what she had read. Her eyes was still averted at the guy, or rather at the back of his head. He was sitting now but she can still tell the expression on his face- he is as confused as she is. He turned his head and met her eyes again. He glared at her before turning his attention back to the board.
Hermione doesn't understand this at all. Her mind hasn't grasped the idea yet that he was here, in the same room as her. Here, of all places. Why? Why Why Why? She tugged hard at her pigtail hanging on her left shoulder. Pepper was looking at her with a confused expression on her face.
"You know him?" She asked, blushing as she took a quick glance at the guy again. Hermione wanted to glare at her, but she caught herself. She took a deep breath and sighed.
"Oh you have no idea." She mumbled.
Her mind was swarming with questions. What is that git doing in her class? That bloody arrogant git! This is the last place she would expect him to be. This is a muggle class, right? And she perfectly knows how much he loathes muggles. The guy is full of the worst possible prejudices. She will find out. She will corner him after class. He is not here because she is here, right? That's just crazy. Or maybe she is crazy? Maybe she really is hallucinating.
But No. She's pretty sure Draco Malfoy just walked into her class.
She can't believe it. She can't believe Draco Malfoy, ex-death eater is taking a Psychology class with her.
