Disclaimer ( you know, the one I forgot in the 1st chapter...) well, we all know what a genius J.K Rowling is (not that I'm not hehehe j/k) she made that characters, not me, not anyone else, k? If you sue me, I'll sue you back for not reading this. Oh well, continue one with the story!

"...to live as a muggle for a whole month. Of course this is a simulation, but it will seem like the real deal. I will record all of your behaviors and you will need to write an extensive report on muggles and what you have discovered." The professor paused and noticed some hands in the air. "Yes, you will need to reed the book," he said and giggled inside because of all the moans and groans everyone made.

Draco was still pouting and mumbling un-distinctive words. A piece of parchment appeared on everyone's desk. They were the simulation guidelines. Draco read them out loud in a mere whisper. "'As I said to the class today, you will be in a muggle simulation. Each minute will consist of a day. There for, you need only spend approximately thirty minutes to complete the simulation. I will be able to see your progress, so don't fool around. You will be going to a muggle school with muggle appliances, muggle technology, etc. ' What the bloody he--" Draco nearly shouted as his fellow class mates stared at him. "What are you looking at?" he viciously muttered, but pierced like ice. Draco continued reading softly. "'You will have muggle parents and possibly siblings. YOU ARE NOT TO USE MAGIC!!!' Well, duh. ' THE MERE MENTIONING OF MAGIC, HOGWARTS, WIZARDS, ET CETERA WILL CAUSE YOUR GRADE TO DROP SEVERLY! See me when you would like to begin. Enjoy your experience being a muggle!'"

Draco's wrath was beyond the charts, his face was red, his veins popped, and his fists were clenched. "I don't know how Weasel's father can stand them." Draco was exasperated he could not believe what he was going through. He desperately pinched himself hoping this experience was a nightmare. But hard luck for him. Like the rest of his classmates, Draco read Muggles: an Experience. While he grumbled like before.

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After what seemed like an eternity, class was dismissed. Draco trudged out mumbling to himself.

Girls were giggling and squirming, "You should have seen poor Draco's face. It seemed as if he was going to cry!" Their friends giggled and some laughed so hard they cried. They all wished they had taken muggle studies. "Just imagining Draco tear-eyed was funny, but if you were really there, it would have been ecstatic! I tried so hard not to laugh."

This made Draco fume and steam even more, if there was an "even more". He wanted to pound something, he wanted to get Potter and his friends in trouble, he wanted someone to feel his pain. Draco finally realized that all this rubbish must have been a mistake, a joke. Draco went to Snape's office in desperate need.

When he arrived, he was careful to be on Snape's good terms. Draco cautiously approached and sweetly said, "Dearest Uncle Snape," Severus Snape was a family friend and Mrs. Malfoy insisted on Draco calling Snape "uncle", "there was a mistake in my schedule. Or possibly Potter (he said obviously in disgust) and his poor friends are playing a joke on me. It is quite impossible for a Malfoy to have muggle studies."

Snape simply nodded. What the boy said was true, it was indeed impossible for a Malfoy to take muggle studies. "I will speak with Professor Dumbledore. In the mean time, continue the class until further noticed." It was the best Snape could do and shooed Draco off.

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A few days later, Draco was called to Dumbledore's office. They had a quick (I really don't want waste time on this hehehe) discussion. In other words, having muggle studies was not a joke let alone mistake. Dumbledore had given the class to him for specific reasons ( oh come on! If you don't get it...never mind...)

Draco stomped out and grumbled to himself. Like dummies, Crabbe and Goyle obediently followed. Crabbe said, "Er, boss, you can hit us if you want..derr um yah!"

"My pleasure," Draco hissed. Crabbe and Goyle, being the idiots that they were, hoorayed. Draco slammed his fists into their stomachs.

Goyle cheerfully exclaimed, "Wow! It actually hurt! Cool, boss. Your that man! Hehehe...maybe you should try it on Potty and his gang! Heheh...isn't it stupid that they follow Potty like his shadow! What a bunch of dorks...hehe.."

Draco roled his eyes and went to the Slytherin common room.

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Because Crabbe and Goyle was getting on his nerves and Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville weren't there to tease, Draco reluctantly decided to do the simulation. After all, he was to receive a grade on it. He strolled casually to the muggle studies's classroom. If anyone saw him, he would just say he was walking to the library. After all, they were in the same direction.

When he entered the classroom. There were several students, including Hermione, in a trance. Draco stared at them until the professor startled him. "Care to join us?" The professor said it more like a command than a question. Draco nodded casually, "Thirty minutes." The professor jumped a little and nodded back. He muttered a spell and the room seemed to disappear. Streams of light bursts out of nowhere. As for Draco, he found himself in a bed.

The bed was not like his. There were no silk sheets and he also noticed that he was no longer in Hogwarts. None of the materials in the room were his. He got out of his bed and rubbed his head. He waited and grumbled. Then he started snapping his fingers. Annoyed he called out, "MMMUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!"

A plump lady entered his room and said, "You better get ready for school Draco-kins."

"Who are you? Your not my mum! MUM!!! There's this weird lady--"

"I am your mum. Oh lord, you hit your head again."

But of course, the simulation. "They could have gave me my real mum," Draco thought.

"I did? Oh, yah, of course I did. I was going to get ready for school, but where are the house elves?"

"House what's? There are no such things as house elves. Darling, I believe you have been playing too many of those video games of yours."

"Oh...so, where are my clothes?"

Exasperated, "Mrs. Malfoy" pointed to the closet and went on and chose him a green T-shirt and khaki pants.

"Muggles are so primitive," Draco mumbled.

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*END OF CHAPTER TWO*

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And no, my lotr fic is not coming good. I still need a lot of editing and plot thingies, k? It will come before summer's over.