A World Away
Chapter One: Two Worlds Collide
Sitting up in bed reading a choice book, "Romeo and Juliet", I began dreading the next morning. You see I, Hermione Granger the top student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, had applied for a job at a local book and movie store. It was owned by my best muggle friend's father, and was extremely popular to those who lived in London. I suppose the only two reasons I was even accepted into the store was because of my friend, and my huge knowledge of books and their authors. But.I didn't watch very many movies, and therefore knew next to nothing about them.
With a small yawn, I ran a hand through my no longer bushy brown hair, and set the book down upon a small desk that stood beside my canopy. 'I had better get some sleep now,' I thought and with that turned my bedside lamp off, and laid my head down upon my pillow.
"Hermione! Get down here honey! You can't be late for your first day on the job!" I heard my mother's voice call from downstairs. Opening my eyes to small slits, I blinked against the light that seeped in through my window. Finally gathering up enough courage I threw back the blankets of my bed, and stepped shakily onto the wooden floor.
Deciding to dress before I ate breakfast, I walked over to my dresser, and opened the top drawer. I pulled out my favorite worn down jeans, and a blue short-sleeved shirt that had the words, "I'm a witch, fear me all," written on it in white and framed my figure, and chest nicely, while showing off my belly button. I laughed at the words knowing that only my family and I would understand the real meaning behind them.
I threw on my clothes, stepped into a pair of hiking boots, and retrieving my brush from the curio dresser, my great-grandmother had given me for a sixteenth birthday present, ran it through my short, slightly straight hair before throwing the brush down onto my bed, and running out of my room, down the stairs, and into the kitchen.
I grabbed a piece of crisp toast as it popped out of the toaster, and bit into it. Inhaling the toast quickly, I grabbed my glass that had already been filled with orange juice and took a small sip. My mother shook her head, and then went back to preparing my father's and her own meal.
She tossed me the keys to the car, and said, "I suppose you are going to be wanting to drive to work the first day on your own, so off with you sweetie, and have fun!" I barely heard her final words, because I had already raced out of the front door and to the car. I was hardly ever allowed to drive on my own, and seeing that I had gotten my official license a few weeks ago was ready for the open road!
I unlocked the car, and hopped in. Cranking the car I pulled out of the driveway and made my way to London. It wasn't a long drive seeing that we lived just on the outskirts of the city, only about thirty minutes away, and that was with me taking my time. I pulled into a vacant spot beside the store; I gulped, opened the car door and stepped out. I was surprised as the wind blew right at me causing a small shiver to run through my body.it was strangely cold for summertime; even so for London temperature.
Tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear, I walked swiftly into the building, and found myself greeted by Tracie, my best friend in the muggle world, and her father who insisted I call him John. "Hey Hermione! I was getting worried you had decided to duck out of the job, and I would be left all alone everyday working behind the counter. But, never mind that! You're here!" Tracie said, and practically leaped at me.
"Yeah, I'm here!" I replied gleefully no longer feeling in the least bit frightened. This would be an awesome job! And I would finally get some time to spend with Tracie! It would be a great summer!
"Now Tracie, you're being silly, you wouldn't be all alone. Remember I told you I had recruited another person about your age, he should be here soon, but you two really must get to work. Customers will be here any minute now!" Mister John, as I had decided to call him, said.
"Yes, sir!" Tracie and I called in unison, as Mister John walked off into the back office.
"Now, I suspect you can handle yourself over in the book section, correct, Hermione?" Tracie questioned playfully.
"Yeah, I believe I can." I replied and with that I walked over to the cashier counter near the rows, and rows of books. I was as close to heaven as humanly possible, and was sure nothing could ruin my day! Boy, was I wrong.
An hour or so passed, and business still hadn't picked up, but then the clock chimed twelve, and the store was packed to the walls. I bit my bottom lip, and prepared for a hurricane, but soon I would be facing much, much worse.
"Miss, miss, do you know any good literature by Charles Dickens?" I heard one young lady ask.
"You there, I need something by Shakespeare for my daughter's birthday. Do you have any suggestions?" a man questioned me from behind. So much ruckus was taking place, in the section I was currently working in, and that of Tracie's section that I didn't even hear the bell on the door ring signaling that someone else had walked in.
Hearing footsteps come closer, and closer I looked up to see a young bleach- blonde headed boy, with piercing gray-blue eyes dressed in loose fitting jeans, that looked about as worn as my own, and a black short-sleeved shirt on. I blinked, this stranger looked extremely familiar but.who was he. With a small smirk, he looked at me with his piercing gray eyes, and in a voice filled with disgust, anxiety, and curiosity exclaimed, "Granger!"
Startled, I looked at him closer, and then I realized who he was, and with a slight yelp spoke, "Draco Malfoy! It can't be you!"
We must have remained rooted to our spots staring each other down for the longest time, because before I knew it Mister John had walked over to us, and with a smile, said, "Ah, so you two know each other! How wonderful!"
"Let's just say we're acquaintances, John," Malfoy said as if he was speaking to a classmate.
"Y-yes.acquaintances," I replied, going along with what Malfoy.
"Well! That is just simply wonderful! But Draco and I must talk, so we must be off." Mister John said, still smiling.
"Yes, we simply must be off, Hermione," Malfoy said with a drawl, and followed Mister John into the backroom.
"Bloody hell! The nerve of him!" I said to no one in particular, still slightly shocked.
"Well, he may be rude, but he has a great butt," Tracie said giggling, and a blush rose to my face.I had noticed that also.
Chapter One: Two Worlds Collide
Sitting up in bed reading a choice book, "Romeo and Juliet", I began dreading the next morning. You see I, Hermione Granger the top student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, had applied for a job at a local book and movie store. It was owned by my best muggle friend's father, and was extremely popular to those who lived in London. I suppose the only two reasons I was even accepted into the store was because of my friend, and my huge knowledge of books and their authors. But.I didn't watch very many movies, and therefore knew next to nothing about them.
With a small yawn, I ran a hand through my no longer bushy brown hair, and set the book down upon a small desk that stood beside my canopy. 'I had better get some sleep now,' I thought and with that turned my bedside lamp off, and laid my head down upon my pillow.
"Hermione! Get down here honey! You can't be late for your first day on the job!" I heard my mother's voice call from downstairs. Opening my eyes to small slits, I blinked against the light that seeped in through my window. Finally gathering up enough courage I threw back the blankets of my bed, and stepped shakily onto the wooden floor.
Deciding to dress before I ate breakfast, I walked over to my dresser, and opened the top drawer. I pulled out my favorite worn down jeans, and a blue short-sleeved shirt that had the words, "I'm a witch, fear me all," written on it in white and framed my figure, and chest nicely, while showing off my belly button. I laughed at the words knowing that only my family and I would understand the real meaning behind them.
I threw on my clothes, stepped into a pair of hiking boots, and retrieving my brush from the curio dresser, my great-grandmother had given me for a sixteenth birthday present, ran it through my short, slightly straight hair before throwing the brush down onto my bed, and running out of my room, down the stairs, and into the kitchen.
I grabbed a piece of crisp toast as it popped out of the toaster, and bit into it. Inhaling the toast quickly, I grabbed my glass that had already been filled with orange juice and took a small sip. My mother shook her head, and then went back to preparing my father's and her own meal.
She tossed me the keys to the car, and said, "I suppose you are going to be wanting to drive to work the first day on your own, so off with you sweetie, and have fun!" I barely heard her final words, because I had already raced out of the front door and to the car. I was hardly ever allowed to drive on my own, and seeing that I had gotten my official license a few weeks ago was ready for the open road!
I unlocked the car, and hopped in. Cranking the car I pulled out of the driveway and made my way to London. It wasn't a long drive seeing that we lived just on the outskirts of the city, only about thirty minutes away, and that was with me taking my time. I pulled into a vacant spot beside the store; I gulped, opened the car door and stepped out. I was surprised as the wind blew right at me causing a small shiver to run through my body.it was strangely cold for summertime; even so for London temperature.
Tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear, I walked swiftly into the building, and found myself greeted by Tracie, my best friend in the muggle world, and her father who insisted I call him John. "Hey Hermione! I was getting worried you had decided to duck out of the job, and I would be left all alone everyday working behind the counter. But, never mind that! You're here!" Tracie said, and practically leaped at me.
"Yeah, I'm here!" I replied gleefully no longer feeling in the least bit frightened. This would be an awesome job! And I would finally get some time to spend with Tracie! It would be a great summer!
"Now Tracie, you're being silly, you wouldn't be all alone. Remember I told you I had recruited another person about your age, he should be here soon, but you two really must get to work. Customers will be here any minute now!" Mister John, as I had decided to call him, said.
"Yes, sir!" Tracie and I called in unison, as Mister John walked off into the back office.
"Now, I suspect you can handle yourself over in the book section, correct, Hermione?" Tracie questioned playfully.
"Yeah, I believe I can." I replied and with that I walked over to the cashier counter near the rows, and rows of books. I was as close to heaven as humanly possible, and was sure nothing could ruin my day! Boy, was I wrong.
An hour or so passed, and business still hadn't picked up, but then the clock chimed twelve, and the store was packed to the walls. I bit my bottom lip, and prepared for a hurricane, but soon I would be facing much, much worse.
"Miss, miss, do you know any good literature by Charles Dickens?" I heard one young lady ask.
"You there, I need something by Shakespeare for my daughter's birthday. Do you have any suggestions?" a man questioned me from behind. So much ruckus was taking place, in the section I was currently working in, and that of Tracie's section that I didn't even hear the bell on the door ring signaling that someone else had walked in.
Hearing footsteps come closer, and closer I looked up to see a young bleach- blonde headed boy, with piercing gray-blue eyes dressed in loose fitting jeans, that looked about as worn as my own, and a black short-sleeved shirt on. I blinked, this stranger looked extremely familiar but.who was he. With a small smirk, he looked at me with his piercing gray eyes, and in a voice filled with disgust, anxiety, and curiosity exclaimed, "Granger!"
Startled, I looked at him closer, and then I realized who he was, and with a slight yelp spoke, "Draco Malfoy! It can't be you!"
We must have remained rooted to our spots staring each other down for the longest time, because before I knew it Mister John had walked over to us, and with a smile, said, "Ah, so you two know each other! How wonderful!"
"Let's just say we're acquaintances, John," Malfoy said as if he was speaking to a classmate.
"Y-yes.acquaintances," I replied, going along with what Malfoy.
"Well! That is just simply wonderful! But Draco and I must talk, so we must be off." Mister John said, still smiling.
"Yes, we simply must be off, Hermione," Malfoy said with a drawl, and followed Mister John into the backroom.
"Bloody hell! The nerve of him!" I said to no one in particular, still slightly shocked.
"Well, he may be rude, but he has a great butt," Tracie said giggling, and a blush rose to my face.I had noticed that also.