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Severus Snape suppressed his urge to kill Draco Malfoy. How did he ever think that Neville was the most annoying brat that he had ever taught? Neville was inept, but held a bit of possibility to learn about potions, no matter how little. It was impossible to teach Draco how to survive one day in the muggle world without looking like lunatic or exposing himself as a wizard.

"Why should I cross the street when the green light is on and the stop at the curb when the red light is on? What kind of stupid thing is that? Why does red stand for? Stop? How about green…" Draco continued his rant as he paced in front of Severus.

Severus, finally losing grips of his temper, pointed his wand at Draco and silently silenced him. He was quite pleased to see Draco continue for a few seconds to move his mouth to say something, but found himself unable to hear himself. Draco paused and tried to say a few chosen words, but was unable to. Finally, he looked around and saw Severus standing with his wand pointed him. Draco backed out when he saw Severus Snape's apparent anger.

"Just know that that is what you are suppose to do!" Severus said quietly. Raising his wand to allow Draco to speak was harder than he anticipated. He had dealt with this whining, insane brat for the past two days, preparing him for a visit to the Muggle world tomorrow. Draco was going to the muggle world to get a feel for how Harry grew up. He needed to observe the muggle world to be able to do his assignment. Draco was finally able to remember everything he should, but still liked to hear his own voice as he question everything he was suppose to do. Perhaps that was going to help him remember how he was suppose to act, but Severus seriously doubt it.

Severus thought that he had enough of Draco's questioning to last a lifetime. Finally, he decided to end his Muggle 101 lecture with a final warning.

"Remember, at no time should you take out your wand, unless you are apparating out of danger. Muggles are very sensitive to magic and would attempt to kill you…"

Draco blanked out on Professor Snape as he drone on. His father had lectured him early about the necessity of blending in with Muggles for him to do his assignment. After all, he had to replicate all aspects of Potter's life to make this children history book capture the failure of his life. He was unable to keep the smirk away from his face as he thought of the insanity of him doing a picture history book of Harry Potter for children as his assignment. It was a dream job since he did not have to fight and had plenty of time for brooding in his room. Plus, he had three years to do this assignment.

Severus was quite annoyed when he notice Draco's glazed eyes and smirk. He smacked the back of Draco's head.

Draco, raising his right hand to smooth the place where Severus hit him. He put on his most innocence expression as he tried to keep track of whatever Professor Snape was teaching and wonder if he was going to get to sleep before his little trip tomorrow.

At the same time, Hermione was working hard at untangling her uncontrollable hair, trying to resist the urge to throw the comb out the door. Hermione knew that she should be happy that she would finally leave the hospital after tonight. She had spent nearly nine months there and it was time for her to join the real world. However, there was nothing in the real world that was hers. Nothing at all. No family, no friends. Trying to pull herself out of her dark mood, she attempted to comfort herself by thinking of helpful guardian Dr. Septimus Clayton, but she couldn't stop doubting that he would abandon her soon. Well not abandon her, leave her alone. It would not be abandonment if he stop offering help since he was not obliged to help her. Her friends, if she ever had any, left her. Her grandparents had disowned her. She would not be surprised that Dr. Clayton would leave her on her own any moment. He had done more than anyone she had remembered.

Hermione could not stop worrying about her bleak future. She was still very weak, though deemed strong enough to leave the hospital. She would not be able to worked to support herself when she was barely able to dress. Finally, she was tired of trying to sleep. Rising shakily on her hands she sat up and swung her legs so that she was sitting at the end of the bed. She got off the bed and stood for a second to center herself. Keeping her hand on the bed for a little support, she walked to the hospital provided walker. Using the walker, she started her troubled walk down the hallways of the hospital.

Dr. Clayton knew that tonight would be a hard night for Hermione, she would be leaving her only familiar place. He had stayed in the dark corner watching her again. He knew how much she needed those walks, so he did not stop her nightly travels. That did not mean that he would not follow her, ensuring that she did not fall. She was still quite weak and though the other doctors believe that magical caused brain injury would undone itself if the patient lived, he had known better. Magic can cause the same amount of lasting damage as the kinds formed by muggle accidents. Hermione's innate magic was acting up. It had healed her so that there was very minor brain damage and will continue to heal her. He was certain that she will be cured fully from her brain damage.

As he followed Hermione at a safe distance, where he would be to break any of her falls with his wandless magic, he thought of his plans for Hermione. He was not planning to leave Hermione on her own since he was found her again no matter what Hermione thought. He was going to care for her, despite his non-existing experiences as a parent. He had moved from the house across the street from the Granger's house to one that was closer to the hospital. He did not want Hermione to be at a place where she was more likely to have her memories revived. He will be moving soon with Hermione to a safe place once she was stronger and he will disguise it as a chance to work at another hospital.

Draco, stepping out of the taxi, was a bit overwhelmed by the sight of so many Muggles. He had paid the driver with the excess amount of currency and had resisted the urged to jump when his hand contacted the driver's hand. The driver was a Muggle, for the sake of Merlin. He also left a tip, even with the horrible driving. How could Muggles get anywhere with this sort of snail driving?

Holding his head high, he strolled down the street, trying to locate a café where he could observe the public at peace. He looked at his watch, every now and then, to look as if he belonged. He noticed that he was looking quite different from most people in the streets. They were wearing common clothes of Muggles that some wizards had taken up wearing at Hogwarts. He was wearing the best of the Muggles, a three piece gray suit. Professor Snape had advised against wearing a suit because he believed that Draco would have more trouble pretending to be an affluent muggle rather than a college-aged-student that was bound to act insanely at times. However, his mother had insisted that her son would pretend to be the best type of muggle, which was a businessmen.

Finally, he located a café with outside terrace. There, he was ordered a cup of espresso from a waitress, just as he was supposed to. He was sitting there for a couple of minutes, watching the muggles, before he remember his prop. Quickly, he took about the Muggle toy called a laptop, and was relief when it "turned on" with the first button he pushed. He was able to open the file he was supposed to when the waitress finally returned with his coffee.

After five minutes, Draco decided that the Muggles were not much different from wizards as they were doing their shopping or the way they walked down the street, except from the way they dressed. He was thoroughly bored and wanted to return home, but he knew that an early arrival home would bring the displeasure of his parents and Professor Snape. Beginning to brood, he stared at the passing Muggles not noticing that his cup of coffee was slowly cooling down.

Something had brought him out of his brooding. Draco sat up and looked out in the streets again. There, it was a girl that resembled Granger, leaning against a middle-aged man. There was no way that it was Granger. She was dead and he was out of his mind to think that it was Granger. Looking again at his watch, he decided that he had sat there long enough. He gestured for the waitress and asked for the bill. Everything occurred the way it was supposed to until he was exiting the café. There he bumped against a muggle girl. Without sparing a glance at the girl, he helped her up. He was about to leave, when she said, "Thank you."

That voice sounded so much like Granger's. He step back from her as if he were burned so that he could studied her, to prove to himself that it was possible that it was someone that sound like her. He saw that she looked exactly like Granger. It had to be a mistake. Granger was killed by Professor Snape. She had to be, or else Professor Snape was so dead. Maybe she was a cousin of Granger's. He was staring at her for so long, that the girl was looking at him so questioning. Yes, that was not Granger. She would have questioned me to death. But then she tucked her hair behind her ear the same way Granger did.

"Do you know me?" Finally gathering his senses, he ran from her, running into the man that he had seen her with early. He had enough with this Granger-look-alike. It seemed that Merlin was playing jokes with him, preventing him from leaving this nightmare.

"Hermione, are you okay?" Dr. Clayton said, without a glance at the young man that nearly ran him down. That was the last thing that Draco remembered and enough was enough.

Draco had fainted.