Something Just Felt Right

A Harry Potter Fanfiction

Hey guys! I'm back! And I got a beta! Although, this one isn't checked because I couldn't get a hold of her, it will be corrected in the future.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, only my OCs and the plot.

Chapter 6

Draco was thoroughly confused with the way that Granger and Sophie were interacting. Honestly, it was like, Hi! My name's Sophie Stockton! Nice to meet you! I'm your new best friend!

Draco soon his head and was heartened to see the other guy, William, mimicking his movements. At least not everyone was mental.

"So," Granger was saying, "how old are you guys?" Draco held back a groan. How original.

But apparently Sophie had no qualms with the question. "We're both at the ripe old age of eighteen."

Draco froze. "Wait, say 'ripe' again."

She looked puzzled, but said it again. He looked over at Granger and could see they were on the same thought pattern. "Your accents are... different," she said.

William looked irritated. "Well, of course they are. She's from Texas and I'm from Wisconsin."

Draco shook his head. "That's not what she meant." He paused, thinking. "Say 'loo'."

"Lyoo," they said together.

Granger caught on his trick. "Both."

Sophie said "Boeth" while Will said "bolth".

Granger and Draco stared cracking up. "Though really so strangely!" He gasped.

Sophie grinned. "Well of course we do. We're American. Everything we do is weird."

That only made Draco chuckle harder.

Blaise looked up at the sound of crazed laughter. To his surprise, it was coming from Draco. Blaise couldn't remember the last time he had seen his friend so amused.

Looking around the room, Blaise noticed he wasn't the only one shocked to see the Gryffindor Princess and the Slytherin Bad Boy laughing together. Blaise was the only one, however, to notice the way that Draco and Hermione were seemingly leaning towards each other. Shooting a knowing glace at Pansy, he also noticed a particular redhead who didn't look to happy.

So maybe he wasn't the only one.

Professor Addalyn Arowin was pacing around the classroom, watching her students interact with their American counterparts. It was pretty amusing, actually. Some people clammed up, and others were babbling, putting the other group back to sleep.

Addalyn was looking carefully at the students displayed at each screen. She sold be here...

Finally, she spotted the person she was looking for. "Sophie!"

Hermione was startled by the loud shout behind her. She was already precariously balanced on her seat from laughing so hard, that to have a sudden yell behind her made her topple rather inelegantly from her chair.

"Oomph!" She grunted as she felt her rump hit the floor. "That hurt."

A pale hand with long, thin fingers entered her line of vision, offering her a hand up. She took it gratefully, but was rather surprised by the force of the pull, and rolled into the owner of the hand.

"Oops, sorry," she said, peeling her face off of the (thankfully) shirt-covered chest. She looked at the person to apologize for the casual assault, and found herself face to face with a smirking Draco Malfoy.

"Now Granger," he drawled, "I know I'm irresistible, but that is going too far."

For once, Hermione found herself unable to formulate a witty response. "I... uh... Did you need something, Professor?" She could practically feel Malfoy's smirk.

The new professor was blushing. "I'm sorry, Miss Granger. It's just that your partner there is my cousin."

Hermione looked to the screen to see Sophie squirming around, trying to get a better look at what was going on. When she caught sight of Professor Arowin, she broke into a wide grin. "Addalyn! How have you been?"

Arowin grinned back. "Excellent! I, um, have to get back to my class," she kind of mumbled towards the end. Hermione could tell that despite all of her apparent confidence, she was really nervous. "Well, give my regards to Uncle Jack and Aunt Marianne!"

"Of course," Sophie replied. "It was great to see you, Lyn!"

"You too!" The professor wandered off, leaving a bewildered Malfoy and Hermione in her wake. Sophie laughed at their expressions.

"Come on," she said. "She's my cousin. It's not that weird."

Malfoy seemed to disagree. "She's quite obviously British, and you are quite obviously the opposite."

Sophie laughed. "Is it really that hard to believe?"

It was Will who answered her. "Yes, yes it is."

Before he knew it, Draco and Granger were saying goodbye to their partners and were returning their attention to Professor Arowin. "Well," she was saying, "now that you have all met your partners, you will probably want to know what you will be cooperating with them on, am I correct?" People around the classroom nodded.

"Well, as I said earlier, this class is also combined with Muggle Studies. So you will be cooperating with them on some sort of electronic presentation on the habits of the human brain." A hand was up in the back. "Yes, Mr. Zabini?"

"What's an Ellie Tonic?"

The muggleborns all snorted, and the professor smiled. "An electronic, Mr. Zabini, is something that runs on electricity. We will be getting into that in depth in the second unit." This time Granger's hand shot up, and Draco failed in his attempt to not roll his eyes. "Yes, Miss Granger?"

"What kind of presentation do you want us to do?"

"Excellent question. You could do anything from powerpoint-" At this, all the mudbloods groaned, for a reason that Draco didn't know. "to iMovie, so long as everyone, American and British, participates," she finished. "Any other questions?"

No more hands went up, so she continued. "Tomorrow, I will explain in depth what you are truly expected to do. For homework tonight, I want a short essay on your partners' personalities in America." Everyone groaned. "You are dismissed."

Draco watched as Granger shut down the computer and was about to leave when-

"Mr. Malfoy? Ms. Granger?" Uh oh. He looked up to see Professor Arowin beckoning them to the front of the classroom. He walked up there, with Granger trailing behind him, clutching their dark blue computer to her chest.

"You called, Professor?" Draco said coolly.

"Yes," she paused, looking at them, calculating. "I expect the Headmistress has already discussed this with you, but I would like to reiterate her point."

Draco rolled his eyes. If the professor noticed, she didn't comment. "I didn't want to originally put you two together on this. I know your history." They both looked at her curiously. Why had they ended up in a group, then? "However, you were both made heads for a reason, and I expect you to go above and beyond." Draco and Granger both nodded. "That is all. You may go."

They both walked out of the door in silence, looking down to see what they had next. Draco groaned. Of course. Double Potions with Gryffindor. This was going to be a very, uncomfortable long walk.

Ron was seething mad. He wasn't even paying attention to what Harry was saying beside him. Something about how Lestrange had somehow in fifteen minutes managed to cuss out a muggleborn, offend a pureblood, and crack the screen of the laptop.

"So anyways, she- Ron? Are you even listening?"

Ron waved a hand at him. "Uh huh. Yep. Go on!"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Ron, it's quite obvious you aren't listening to me. What's on your mind?"

Ron turned bright red. "Did you see how close Malfoy was to her? I don't like it."

Harry huffed. "Ron, in order for them to both fit on the screen, they have to lean together. I don't see what the problem is."

Ron folded his arms. "I still don't like it."

Ron ignored his friend as he snorted. Ron would be proven right. He knew he would.

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