Disclaimer: This story contains settings, situations, and characters created and owned by JK Rowling. Plot and everything else you don't recognize is inarguably mine. No money is being made, therefore no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

A/N: I came up with the idea for this fic after watching The Mummy Returns for what seemed like the hundredth time. It's Part One of a trilogy, and more of an action/adventure than a romance but, don't worry, there WILL be fluffy moments, just not that much ;-) Dedicated to my buds Kyra Felton, Micah Malfoy, and J-me Malton, my brother, beta reader, critic, and Number One Fan, Jay, and everyone who reviews.

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Enchantments: Chapter One

Professor Binns' class was sunk deep in its usual stupor. Neville Longbottom's eyelids kept dropping down every five seconds. Dean Thomas stared blankly out the window. Seamus Finnigan was fast asleep, drooling on his desk.

Only Hermione Granger remained alert, furiously scribbling down notes on a piece of parchment as Binns droned on about the ancient Egyptian dynasties. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley looked at their friend, then at each other.

"Mental," Ron muttered, shaking his head sadly.

Across the room, Draco Malfoy sat with the other Slytherins, drumming his fingers on his desk, his impatience growing as minutes passed. Bloody hell, this class lasted forever! Why couldn't Binns just drop dead?

Because he already has, you idiot, he answered himself.

Suddenly Hermione stiffened in her seat and said loudly, "What did you say, Professor? A field trip where?"

Dean blinked, then leaned forward. Neville's eyes widened, all traces of sleepiness gone. Seamus' head snapped up, and he hurriedly wiped away the drool from the corner of his mouth.

Gryffindors were such nerds. Especially Granger Wait, did she mention something about a field trip? Draco raised curious, yet disdainful blue gray eyes to the ghost teacher.

The students stared enraptured at Binns, who gazed back at them blearily, completely thrown by the unusual display of interest. No one had ever paid much attention to him, dead or alive. "I told you, Miss Granger," he said, finally finding his voice, "in relation to our discussion on the Hyksos period, this class will be taking a field trip to Egypt, to study the temples, pyramids, and other relics, in order to develop a thorough understanding of"

The room exploded with cheers before Binns could finish his sentence.

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"We're going to have a blast!" Ron declared emphatically as he, Harry, and Hermione entered the dungeons. The redhead had been to Egypt before, so he definitely knew what he was talking about. "The pyramids were cool! Kind of spooky, though, but the burial chambers were amazing! There was all this jewelry and gold"

"Wanted to make off with some of it, didn't you, Weasley?" taunted the cold, drawling voice of Draco Malfoy. "I wouldn't be surprised, seeing as how your family's vault in Gringotts could do with a little filling. It's empty, isn't it?"

"No, it's not!" Ron yelled, his face turning red, blending with his carrot-colored hair.

"Oh, yeah," sneered Draco. "Silly me, I forgot the cobwebs."

"Shut up, Malfoy," Harry said through gritted teeth.

"That's the best you can come up with, Potter? Hanging around Longbottom must have affected your intelligence or were you always so dumb?"

Hermione bit her lip as Harry and Ron glared murderously at Draco, their fists clenched. Malfoy deserves to be beaten up, of course, she told herself, but fights are always so messy.

Fortunately, before either of her friends could lunge at the Slytherin's throat, Professor Snape swooped into the dungeons, wearing his trademark dour expression.

"Everyone, take your seats," snarled the Potions master. "Hurry up, we don't have all day."

However angry they were, Harry and Ron were not foolish enough to pick a fight under Snape's nose, particularly when he was meaner than usual. They went to their seats, Draco smirking triumphantly.

"I wish Buckbeak finished him off," Harry said, referring to the time his enemy had been injured by a mad hippogriff. "Then we won't have to deal with him anymore."

"Got that right," Ron mumbled, appearing deep in thought. When Snape turned to write something on the chalkboard, Ron turned to Hermione, his eyes misting over with some faraway dream. "Hey, Herm, is there a way we can lock Malfoy up in a pyramid without anyone finding out about it?"

Hermione gave him a pointed look. "I think you already know the answer to that as well as I do."

"We could lead him into a booby trap," continued Ron, sounding hopeful. "There are all sorts of booby traps in pyramids, you know"

Harry grinned. "Or maybe we could make an entire temple fall down on him!" he suggested. "Imagine him crushed underneath all those rocks."

"That would be my fondest memory, pity it's next to impossible We could bury him in the sand"

"Or we could"

Honestly, boys are so immature, Hermione thought, heaving a frustrated, long-suffering sigh as her two best friends discussed ways to get rid of Malfoy and get away with it.