AUTHOR: Lady Raedy
TITLE: Unnatural Disaster
RATING: M
WORD COUNT: 2,592
SUMMARY: While serving detention, Draco takes a file out of the Hogwarts cabinets, not knowing that by doing so, he erased all record of Hermione Granger from the Hogwarts history. It was like she'd never gone to Hogwarts. Dumbledore sends Malfoy into the muggle world to retrieve the magic Hermione from the muggle world where she's being smothered. What he doesn't expect though, is the Hermione he sees in the muggle world. Hermione is causing all kinds of trouble, being a basic bad girl. When Malfoy sees her, can he handle it?

A/N: I'm so sorry I took so long. I'm a horrendous person. The next chapter hopefully won't be as long from now though. And thank you to the lovely people who were kind enough to review. :) Anyhow... On with the story.
Enjoy!

CHAPTER 4: Here's the Deal

She was gone for three hours. That gave him just enough time to think over what he was going to do about getting her to come back to Hogwarts with him before anything serious happened. He had no clue where she'd gone, or what she was doing, but she'd said that she was going swimming in the water tower. Not that he knew what that meant.

Her parents were just a few floor boards beneath him and he hoped that his charm had worked. He wasn't sure what she meant by saying that she left every night. What did she do?

There wasn't much in the way of parties at Hogwarts, and that was where Draco had spent most of his life. It was where he'd spent the portion that he'd have been using get into trouble if he hadn't been there.
Hermione was rebellious in every kind of way. She'd been using her magic to take advantage of the people around her, and get whatever it was that she wanted. She was the definition of "problem child," or "out of control." If the people besides the ones she went to school with knew the kind of things she got into, or the kind of problems she caused, they wouldn't have been so quick to talk about what a good girl Hermione Granger was.

She was generally very smart, and very accomplished in all of her classes, and she seemed as sweet as pie when people came around her house. It was as if she'd brain washed her parents into thinking she was a taste of heaven on earth. They never would have believed it if someone told them that their daughter snuck out and partook in illicit activities almost nightly. The same could be said for every adult in Hermione's life.

Draco thought about Hermione swimming in a water tower. What was a water tower? He took out his book of simple muggle devices before flipping through the pages.

"No. 52: The vacuum.
The vacuum is a muggle cleaning device used to suck dirt off of upholstered floor surfaces. It uses electricity and is turned on and pushed around like a carriage. It makes a loud roaring noise, but is quite harmless."

Malfoy found it quite frustrating that there was absolutely no order to these objects. The writer had just put them in the book in no particular sequence. It was, to say the least, infuriating; there wasn't even an index. He flipped further and further, but found nothing that resembled a water tower. He slammed the book shut before getting up. He looked around the room before deciding that he was going to see what was different about this Hermione.

He began in the closet. It was nearly the size of the bedroom that it branched off of and every wall was covered with some article of clothing. Some of the clothes were in plastic and leather cover bags to keep them fresh. There was square shelf in the middle of the room that was reserved entirely for shoes. There wasn't a single free space. His jaw dropped as he went through some of the clothes she owned. There were things that the real Hermione never would have worn; thing she would have been embarrassed to look at.

There was a pair of shoes so tall that he couldn't picture anyone walking in them. There were shiny strappy shoes with high heels and sandals that looked barely worn. He walked around the room, being careful to not touch anything incase Hermione noticed. The walls with clothing hanging off of them were barely visible. Draco cautiously reached out and stroked a soft blue jacket. He curiously checked the tag that hadn't been taken off of it.

London Burberry, 1997
£1,500

It still had the tags on it? He wasn't sure how much that was, but he was sure that 1,500 of whatever it was, was a lot. He couldn't picture Mudblood Granger wearing something worth more than she herself. There were many similar items that hadn't been worn. All of them had logos and stickers that he didn't recognize, and most of them had price tags that had numbers in the hundreds. When had she gotten rich?

He moved from the closet and went to her dresser. On it were several brochures to places that he'd heard of. Most of them were college brochures, but some were for muggle schools called colleges.

"Visit The Eiffel Tower!"

He wondered vaguely if she'd been to Paris before.

"Cambridge University, student guide."

He flipped casually through the brochures before moving on. There were several pictures on her wall. There was a square board that looked to be made of cork that was covered in pictures. Some of them he recognized as pictures of her, and others were group and family photos. The strange things about these pictures to him, was that they didn't move like the pictures he was used to did. He'd grown up with pictures of people moving, and these were completely stationary.

One picture looked was of four girls that Draco was sure were the girls that Hermione had told and herself. Hermione's face overpowered every other in the picture. Her smile was somehow more radiant and she looked to be in control of her surroundings. He was actually sure she was. It was a recent picture and Draco hardly saw the Hermione he knew from Hogwarts in the picture. This Hermione was much more proud and confident. And beautiful.

Draco nearly thumped his head against the wall for thinking that. In many ways, this Hermione was worse than the one he knew. She was basically a muggle. He couldn't let himself think good thoughts about her. Who knew where those thoughts would take him? He hadn't exactly practiced any self control in denying himself what he wanted from the girls around him. If he wanted it, he got it. It was that simple.

He pulled himself away from the pictures and went to the balcony with glass, French doors. He opened them and stepped outside. The view of London was amazing. Her house was in the middle of everything. He searched the skyline for the image of a tower that could possibly have something to do with water, but he saw nothing; merely the same thing he ever saw when looking into the city.

The three hours passed quickly as he continued to look through her room. He knew it was probably something that she wouldn't want him doing, but he wasn't above invading her privacy, and he was willing to admit it. He'd seen a collection of glass bottles filled with pinkish and clear liquids that smelled of different flowers, fruits and foods. All of them were sweet. Most of them were good. He'd also found a large box filled with different things he'd never seen before. There were lots of pencils that were in many different muted shades of earth tones, and a collection of powder that were several different colors, and some sparkling.

Hermione crawled skillfully up the side of her balcony, almost aware that Draco was watching her. She flipped her leg over the edge and shot him a grin when she saw him.

"My girls are coming, they'll be up in a minute." She sat down across the table from him where he'd been sitting on the balcony. The chairs were cushioned and floral, and the table was stained white glass. It looked elegant. "By the way, what did you think of my room? Didn't find anything too juicy when you were going through it did you?"

If he spoke, he would have stuttered, but he knew that he needed to keep her feeling inferior to him. He needed the upper hand. He raised an eyebrow and smirked, neither confirming or denying that he had been wandering about her room, and also not telling her anything that he'd found.

A few seconds of silence later, he spoke. "Who are your girls? Are you in a gang or something?"

She laughed. "My girls are my friends. Emmy, Caroline and Kiera. They're going to help me decide whether or not you're telling the truth or if you're some master at bull-shitting people."

"Hmm. I'm not sure what you expect a bunch of muggles to be able to do about me. I could get rid of the whole lot of you with one swish of my wand."

Hermione called his bluff. "Why don't you then? Then you won't have to worry about taking me back to that place where you belong."

Draco only scowled before he heard voices and giggling coming up the side of the balcony in the same spot. Three girls tipped their way over the railing of the balcony and onto the deck where Draco and Hermione sat.

One of them, a tall blonde stood up in front of Draco and stared him down. She would have been pretty if she hadn't been a muggle. It was easy for Draco to turn himself off of her.

"So this is the one H'mione?"

"Yep." Hermione looked indifferent to everything that was going on. She seemed to be an overseer to the other girls who grouped up behind the blonde.

"He's cute." The blonde spoke to Hermione as if he wasn't there. "You're magic?" She finally directed a comment at Draco who stood up, forcing her back with his body. Even as tall as she was, her yellow blonde head only hit just at his nose. She began to cower, but caught herself and looked him in the eye.

Draco felt much more empowered being above her. "Yes, I'm magic. If you don't stop treating me like we're in reversed roles, I'm going to have to show you the hard way."

Of course, none of the girls understood what he meant when he'd said mentioned them being in reverse roles, but she seemed to get the hint and she backed into the group behind her.

Hermione stood up from her chair across the table. "Draco, this is Caroline." She gestured to the one that had been speaking to him.

"Right, blonde slag: Caroline. Who're the others?" He looked to Hermione who crossed her arms.

"I'm actually very sure that if you call any one of us a slag again, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. I'm quite sure that's not what you want, now is it?"

Draco got the hint and remained quiet.

One of the girls that had been standing in the back spoke to Hermione. "Well, what do you want us to do? Tell you if he's magic? So far, I'd say not." He watched as she pulled a blue and white, square box from her back pocket. It was slightly crunched, and the corners didn't have their original shape. She opened the flip up top and pulled out an orange and white stick, about as long as her finger. She passed the box around before putting the orange end into her mouth. Draco watched every girl take one, like it was something they did regularly. He wondered silently what they were. The first girl took another object from her pocket, and pushed a button. A yellow flame licked out of the top and she lit the end on fire. The rest repeated, and finally Hermione sat back down.

"Cig?" Hermione threw the box to Draco, who caught it with a bewildered look on his face.

"What?" He stared from Hermione to the box and watched the smoke slowly drifting from the end of each girls stick. One girls sat on the corner of the rail and the others found seats elsewhere on the balcony.

"Cigarette." Hermione stated simply. "You know, you smoke it."

"We umm - don't have these." Draco had never even heard of the idea of something like this. The closest he could think of was a pipe, and those were for old men with nothing to do but drink and read.

"Watch." Hermione's voice became kind. She put the orange end in her mouth and Draco watched as her chest rose slightly and then fell, but instead of breath coming out of her mouth, a white smoke came out.

He was dumbstruck. Why hadn't wizards thought of this? The smoke floated silently into the black night and he stared in awe. It was incredible that the muggles could control smoke like that.

He did what all of the girls before him had done and took out one of the sticks before putting one end in his mouth and lighting the other end.

"You have to inhale while you light." The dark haired girl who had produced the box spoke.

Right, inhale. As he did so, his throat was overcome with a stinging, burning sensation and he pulled the stick away, coughing wildly.

The girls snickered. He realized that by partaking in muggle activities, he was letting them have the upper hand. He held the stick out and the blonde one, Caroline, took it, laughing.

"It happens to everyone," Hermione said with a reassuring air about her voice.

"Well, I don't want two!" Caroline spoke, holding up the second cigarette that Draco had passed to her. The black haired girl took it, before standing in the front, one cigarette in each hand.

"We're here to see if your magic." She inhaled deeply off of Draco's cigarette.

"Right." Draco was still standing, and he wasn't about to sit again and let these muggle girls feel better than him.

"Show us." The tiny dark girl with two cigarettes spoke.

Malfoy pulled out his wand and muttered and incantation. Yellow birds shot from the end of the wand he held and began to gracefully zoom about the girls' heads. Two of them screamed, Caroline ducked, and the girl with black hair grabbed his wrist reflexively.

"Alright, enough. Take them back!" She almost shouted, as if in fear.

"I'm Keira," she said before stepping back to the edge of the rail and sitting down.

"What else do you want me to do?" He asked, smirking, pleased by the reaction that he had created.

"Something that Hermione can do." The last girl with brown hair, much the same as Hermione's spoke.

"Like...?" He held up his wand and the blonde girl flinched. He smirked. Power.

"Levitating." Hermione said.

Draco looked at her surprised. "You can lift things up without a wand?" He'd never seen it done before.

"Sure, but let's see you do it." Keira spoke.

"Okay." Draco raised his wand and whispered "Wingardium Leviosa." Basic spells.

A glass filled with clear liquid lifted gently and steadily off of the table. Hermione smiled cheekily, as if proud somehow that Draco could do this.

"Everyone inside. We'll be there in a minute." The three girls listened to Hermione's orders and trickled into her bedroom, shutting the glass doors behind them. When they were inside, Hermione turned to him. "Here's the deal." She put her hands on her hips, and Draco almost laughed at the fact that she thought she had authority. "You're going to staywith me for a week, or two." She smiled. "If I still want to go with you after that, then I'll come with you. But I've worked hard to get where I am. I'm just not so sure if I want to give it all up."

Draco raised his eyebrows. "And...?"

"I want you to tell me everything there is to know about the 'Wizarding World.'" She made quotations in the air with her fingers.

"Okay." This seemed pretty easy so far. Of course, not as easy as he'd been expecting, since he'd planned on being back in his warm bed in the Slytherin dorms by now, but it would have to do.

"While you're here," she looked at his outfit up and down. "You're going to have to look a little less like a business executive and more like someone cool enough to be with me."

He couldn't hold in his rude snort of laughter when she'd said this. Cool enough? Hah!

Her eyes narrowed, and he quickly became quiet. "Basically, you're going to follow me for a while. I'm assuming you don't have a place to stay?"

Come to think of it, he didn't. He'd honestly been banking on being in and out in less than fifteen minutes. He shook his head.

"Right, you'll sleep in my room." There was an air of finality in her voice that he didn't dare argue with. This Hermione could probably hold her own against him. She was much more feisty.

With that, Hermione picked up the clear glass that he'd been carefully levitating earlier. She took a swig, and cringed as the liquid hit her throat. She held the cup up to him. "Vodka?" She was offering.

"Vodka?" He had no clue what that was.