To the reader: First of all I'd like to say I don't own any of the characters, except Mr. Cassar; also I would like to say that I know all of these people do not go to muggel studies, but I did it this way so there could be an interesting story, so in reviews it would be less trouble for you to not add that. So take your bathroom brake now, get that snack out of the fridge and sit back and relax. Oh, and before I forget, this story contains things some might not understand so I'll put a short and straightforward dictionary for these words. D.D Bltchy_mama@hotmail.com.
The price of education by: Draco's Draca
Prologue
What is the price of education exactly? I know, it's doing what the Teachers want.
Harry, Ron and Hermione made their way to their first Muggle studies class of their sixth year. They had it with Slythern this year and Ron was complaining loudly at the moment about it.
"I don't know why they always put us with those dim-wits, I think they think that we will get along after they stick together enough times. I mean if I'm partnered with Malfoy one more time I'll-"
"Ron, shhhhhhhh! There is Professor Cassar!" Cassar was the new muggel studies teacher, he was a mudblood as Malfoy often called him, and he came from Canada and was an all-together nice guy. He had talked about a special assignment in their last class, at the end of their fifth year (he had been filling in for their last teacher, Miss. Cue, who had an accident.) and Hermione was over excited. The professor was talking to a younger student who seemed to have lost his way. Cassar seemed to be just as confused as the young student; he looked up to see Hermione, Harry and Ron watching and smiled. He waved them over and, though Ron silently complained, they went.
"Miss Granger could you give me a hand here?" Hermione eagerly nodded to help the teacher, she stood tall and ready. "Well this young man would like to know where to find his potions class, would you do me a favour and show mister Klieg to the correct room, you will be excused from my class for today." Hermione's face fell, she didn't want to miss a single class, Mr. Cassar seemed to realize it and he continued. " But I think Mr. Weasly would rather miss the class." He said turning to Ron who turned a little red in the face. " So off you go Mr. Weasly, we wouldn't want Mr. Klieg late on the first day. The bell will ring in a few minutes." Ron pulled the kid along a few corridors and around a corner, a smile on his face; he had gotten out of a class and didn't even have to say anything.
"So shall we move into the class?" Mr Cassar.
"Lets." Said a cold, sneering voice from behind them. Hermione turned first to see Draco Malfoy, he was looking taller and he had filled out. No longer a small spindly fourteen-year-old boy, instead he was a young man, broad shoulders and everything. Mr Cassar didn't get the feuds between the houses, and it showed every time one of the students would make a comment. Hermione could see the teachers face fall and decided to make nothing off Malfoy's comment.
"Yes," She said cheerfully, "Lets." A slightly stunned look appeared on both Harry and Malfoy's faces, but most off all on Professor Cassar's, but his surprise turned into delight and he moved into the class and motioned the five students (Crabbe and Goyle are obviously always there) to take a seat.
"Now," Professor Cassar said, " The seats will change each day that we are here, so I hope all of you don't mind sitting next to each other at one time." The rest of the class moved into the class noisily, and Mr. Cassar didn't here the groans coming from the already seated five. He turned smiling to the rest of the class and started the class off by telling them about his marking plan. The period wasn't anything important until the end, when he introduced the special assignment.
"I will be taking all of you to Canada," the class exchanged excited glances, even Malfoy and his two knuckleheads. " We will be going to Ontario, that is where I grew up, to a place called Brampton. There, there is a place where I know well, it is called ClaireVille Ranch. We will be learning to handle and to ride horses." The class started to cheer and talk loudly; Mr. Cassar hushed them and waited a few seconds while they settled back into their spots. "I'm glad you are all excited, this will be a great muggel experience, we will not of course be using magic, but as it is wizard law you are all permitted to bring your wands." He explained as he heard the Slytherins groan. "It is a non-magical area and no on there knows that there is such a thing as Wizards. Well except Daniela, she is one of many borders there, when she isn't riding she is reading, some thing muggels call-can anyone tell me the word they use? Hermione?"
"Fantasy, or Fiction." Hermione said brightly. Mr. Cassar nodded and turned to his desk, he grabbed a stack of papers and handed them out.
" A letter exactly like this has been sent to each of your parents of guardian. We have already gotten a response from all and the only one not going in Crabbe, so poor Mr. Crabbe will have to stay here and do work." Hermione saw Goyle give Crabbe and Malfoy a questioning look but then turned back to the teacher as he explained further. "We will be leavening tomorrow, by portkey, and I expect you all to pack pants and muggle only clothes. If you do not have any we will work something out don't worry. The bell rang and Cassar told them to sit still. "You will not have any other classes today, we have decided you need most of the day to pack for the trip, please stay behind if you need clothes and Mr. Potter can you please fill Mr. Weasly in and tell him to come to me if he has any other questions. Class dismissed." Hermione was surprised to see how many of her classmates needed to stay behind to get clothes, but was even more surprised to see Malfoy walk right out of the class without stopping.
Hermione and Harry left the class and made their way to the common room. They bumped into Ron at the Portrait hole and Hermione rushed to tell him about the trip. Ginny came over and started to talk to Hermione about horses. Apparently Hermione had taken lessons and wasn't half bad. After Ginny left to go to her next class Hermione decided they had to pack, she shoved Ron and Harry up their stairs and went up her own.
*
It was pretty restless night for the Gryffindors, as well for the Slytherins, each student contemplating the next day and what came with it.
The price of education by: Draco's Draca
Prologue
What is the price of education exactly? I know, it's doing what the Teachers want.
Harry, Ron and Hermione made their way to their first Muggle studies class of their sixth year. They had it with Slythern this year and Ron was complaining loudly at the moment about it.
"I don't know why they always put us with those dim-wits, I think they think that we will get along after they stick together enough times. I mean if I'm partnered with Malfoy one more time I'll-"
"Ron, shhhhhhhh! There is Professor Cassar!" Cassar was the new muggel studies teacher, he was a mudblood as Malfoy often called him, and he came from Canada and was an all-together nice guy. He had talked about a special assignment in their last class, at the end of their fifth year (he had been filling in for their last teacher, Miss. Cue, who had an accident.) and Hermione was over excited. The professor was talking to a younger student who seemed to have lost his way. Cassar seemed to be just as confused as the young student; he looked up to see Hermione, Harry and Ron watching and smiled. He waved them over and, though Ron silently complained, they went.
"Miss Granger could you give me a hand here?" Hermione eagerly nodded to help the teacher, she stood tall and ready. "Well this young man would like to know where to find his potions class, would you do me a favour and show mister Klieg to the correct room, you will be excused from my class for today." Hermione's face fell, she didn't want to miss a single class, Mr. Cassar seemed to realize it and he continued. " But I think Mr. Weasly would rather miss the class." He said turning to Ron who turned a little red in the face. " So off you go Mr. Weasly, we wouldn't want Mr. Klieg late on the first day. The bell will ring in a few minutes." Ron pulled the kid along a few corridors and around a corner, a smile on his face; he had gotten out of a class and didn't even have to say anything.
"So shall we move into the class?" Mr Cassar.
"Lets." Said a cold, sneering voice from behind them. Hermione turned first to see Draco Malfoy, he was looking taller and he had filled out. No longer a small spindly fourteen-year-old boy, instead he was a young man, broad shoulders and everything. Mr Cassar didn't get the feuds between the houses, and it showed every time one of the students would make a comment. Hermione could see the teachers face fall and decided to make nothing off Malfoy's comment.
"Yes," She said cheerfully, "Lets." A slightly stunned look appeared on both Harry and Malfoy's faces, but most off all on Professor Cassar's, but his surprise turned into delight and he moved into the class and motioned the five students (Crabbe and Goyle are obviously always there) to take a seat.
"Now," Professor Cassar said, " The seats will change each day that we are here, so I hope all of you don't mind sitting next to each other at one time." The rest of the class moved into the class noisily, and Mr. Cassar didn't here the groans coming from the already seated five. He turned smiling to the rest of the class and started the class off by telling them about his marking plan. The period wasn't anything important until the end, when he introduced the special assignment.
"I will be taking all of you to Canada," the class exchanged excited glances, even Malfoy and his two knuckleheads. " We will be going to Ontario, that is where I grew up, to a place called Brampton. There, there is a place where I know well, it is called ClaireVille Ranch. We will be learning to handle and to ride horses." The class started to cheer and talk loudly; Mr. Cassar hushed them and waited a few seconds while they settled back into their spots. "I'm glad you are all excited, this will be a great muggel experience, we will not of course be using magic, but as it is wizard law you are all permitted to bring your wands." He explained as he heard the Slytherins groan. "It is a non-magical area and no on there knows that there is such a thing as Wizards. Well except Daniela, she is one of many borders there, when she isn't riding she is reading, some thing muggels call-can anyone tell me the word they use? Hermione?"
"Fantasy, or Fiction." Hermione said brightly. Mr. Cassar nodded and turned to his desk, he grabbed a stack of papers and handed them out.
" A letter exactly like this has been sent to each of your parents of guardian. We have already gotten a response from all and the only one not going in Crabbe, so poor Mr. Crabbe will have to stay here and do work." Hermione saw Goyle give Crabbe and Malfoy a questioning look but then turned back to the teacher as he explained further. "We will be leavening tomorrow, by portkey, and I expect you all to pack pants and muggle only clothes. If you do not have any we will work something out don't worry. The bell rang and Cassar told them to sit still. "You will not have any other classes today, we have decided you need most of the day to pack for the trip, please stay behind if you need clothes and Mr. Potter can you please fill Mr. Weasly in and tell him to come to me if he has any other questions. Class dismissed." Hermione was surprised to see how many of her classmates needed to stay behind to get clothes, but was even more surprised to see Malfoy walk right out of the class without stopping.
Hermione and Harry left the class and made their way to the common room. They bumped into Ron at the Portrait hole and Hermione rushed to tell him about the trip. Ginny came over and started to talk to Hermione about horses. Apparently Hermione had taken lessons and wasn't half bad. After Ginny left to go to her next class Hermione decided they had to pack, she shoved Ron and Harry up their stairs and went up her own.
*
It was pretty restless night for the Gryffindors, as well for the Slytherins, each student contemplating the next day and what came with it.