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Chapter 1
Hermione dashed down the corridor leading to the Great Hall, hugging her books to her chest. She pushed through the doors and spotted Harry and Ron in the corner, playing Wizard's Chess. She approached the table they were sitting at and dropped her books on the table loudly, causing both of them to jerk their heads in her direction.
"You will never guess what I just found out," she gushed.
Ron rolled his eyes. "Probably not, so why don't you just tell us?"
Harry snorted.
"No need to be an ass about it, Ron," Hermione said matter-of-factly.
"Seriously, 'Mione, what's going on?" Harry asked.
Her excited smile returned.
"There's a new unit being started in our Muggle Studies class, for 7th years only."
"Ahh!" sighed Ron. "Always about school! I don't want to hear about school!"
"Ron would you just shut the hell up and let her finish?"
He let out a short laugh. "Yeah, sorry I'll shut up now."
"Anyways," continued Hermione. "All of us get to go on a road trip!"
Taking notice of her friend's confusion, she explained it more thoroughly.
"Professor McGonagall thought it would be a good way to teach us if we took a road trip across America, no magic what-so-ever! And we're not coming back until Christmas Break!"
Harry and Ron sat in shock for a moment.
Then Ron stood up. "Road trip!" he yelled! Every head turned. He began to do a little dance, chanting road trip, road trip, under his breath. Hermione cracked up, then she looked at Harry's frozen expression.
"Harry, are you alright?"
"Ron, Ron shut up a minute." Harry ordered.
Ron sat down. "What's up?"
"Think, 3 ½ months. with the entire 7th year Muggle Studies class."
Hermione shrugged. "Yeah. So wha-." she cut herself off. "Oh shit."
"That's right," said Harry. Three and a half months living with Malfoy, and in a tour bus, I presume?"
Hermione nodded. Ron banged his head against the table. They sat in silence.
"No, no, wait!" exploded Ron. "Crabbe and Goyle aren't in our class, the only other Slytherin is Pansy Parkinson. Who'll he hang out with? For once, he'll be the loser!"
"You're right!" exclaimed Hermione. The only 7th years going are us, Malfoy, Pansy, Seamus, Lavender, and those two Ravenclaws, Julia Shane and Xander Markus."
"Ooh, I haven't thought of that yet," joined in Harry. "Julia Shane is going. Living in a bus with her for that long. I'm bound to get something."
Hermione smacked him on the back of the head. Ron nodded in agreement. "My chanced with Lavender could double!"
Hermione rolled her eyes, ran her hand through her hair, and gathered her books together.
"I'm off to Muggle Studies, boys. See you there."
Harry and Ron barely responded. They were too busy plotting their perverted schemes.
Hermione walked to Muggle Studies humming, filled with excitement. She walked in the classroom fifteen minutes early. She was the first one there. Hermione sat down, pulled out her book and began to study.
She'd been reading a good five minutes when the door opened loudly. Hermione glanced up, then rolled her eyes.
"What's the matter, Granger? Not happy to see me?" Draco Malfoy winked evily.
"Ugh, don't flatter yourself," she responded bitterly.
He laughed. "I don't have to flatter myself, enough people do that for me."
Hermione grinned sarcastically in his direction. "How special."
He smirked and left the room. Hermione heard the door shut behind him, then slammed her quill down angrily.
"Such a bastard," she muttered to herself.
'He's got charisma that could be received as evil or intoxicating. I've got to watch that I take it the right way,' she thought to herself.
The room filled quickly. Draco returned to his seat, while Harry and Ron sat next to Hermione.
They all listened intently as Professor McGonagall described their trip. They would apparate to Miami, Florida promptly after breakfast. The rest of the day went by quickly for the students. They all packed and fell asleep slowly, anxious for tomorrow.
The next morning seemed to be running on cheerfulness. Harry, Ron, and Hermione dragged their trunks out of the Gryffindor Common Room all the way to the front of the Great Hall, where Professor McGonagall was transfiguring everything into hats and purses, so that each student could easily carry their own luggage.
Breakfast went by in a flash, and before they knew it they were on the lawn in front of the school, waiting to send themselves to Florida.
Xander Markus wrung his hands together nervously. He didn't know any of the other students very well, and hoped that he would fit in easily. He glanced around, his gaze stopping on Hermione Granger. His stomach turned. Hopefully he would get to know her better, much better.
Professor McGonagall began giving rules for the trip, all the students half listened, not really caring. But then the Professor said something that caused all their heads to snap up.
"I won't be joining you on your trip."
Disclaimer- nope, sorry!
Chapter 1
Hermione dashed down the corridor leading to the Great Hall, hugging her books to her chest. She pushed through the doors and spotted Harry and Ron in the corner, playing Wizard's Chess. She approached the table they were sitting at and dropped her books on the table loudly, causing both of them to jerk their heads in her direction.
"You will never guess what I just found out," she gushed.
Ron rolled his eyes. "Probably not, so why don't you just tell us?"
Harry snorted.
"No need to be an ass about it, Ron," Hermione said matter-of-factly.
"Seriously, 'Mione, what's going on?" Harry asked.
Her excited smile returned.
"There's a new unit being started in our Muggle Studies class, for 7th years only."
"Ahh!" sighed Ron. "Always about school! I don't want to hear about school!"
"Ron would you just shut the hell up and let her finish?"
He let out a short laugh. "Yeah, sorry I'll shut up now."
"Anyways," continued Hermione. "All of us get to go on a road trip!"
Taking notice of her friend's confusion, she explained it more thoroughly.
"Professor McGonagall thought it would be a good way to teach us if we took a road trip across America, no magic what-so-ever! And we're not coming back until Christmas Break!"
Harry and Ron sat in shock for a moment.
Then Ron stood up. "Road trip!" he yelled! Every head turned. He began to do a little dance, chanting road trip, road trip, under his breath. Hermione cracked up, then she looked at Harry's frozen expression.
"Harry, are you alright?"
"Ron, Ron shut up a minute." Harry ordered.
Ron sat down. "What's up?"
"Think, 3 ½ months. with the entire 7th year Muggle Studies class."
Hermione shrugged. "Yeah. So wha-." she cut herself off. "Oh shit."
"That's right," said Harry. Three and a half months living with Malfoy, and in a tour bus, I presume?"
Hermione nodded. Ron banged his head against the table. They sat in silence.
"No, no, wait!" exploded Ron. "Crabbe and Goyle aren't in our class, the only other Slytherin is Pansy Parkinson. Who'll he hang out with? For once, he'll be the loser!"
"You're right!" exclaimed Hermione. The only 7th years going are us, Malfoy, Pansy, Seamus, Lavender, and those two Ravenclaws, Julia Shane and Xander Markus."
"Ooh, I haven't thought of that yet," joined in Harry. "Julia Shane is going. Living in a bus with her for that long. I'm bound to get something."
Hermione smacked him on the back of the head. Ron nodded in agreement. "My chanced with Lavender could double!"
Hermione rolled her eyes, ran her hand through her hair, and gathered her books together.
"I'm off to Muggle Studies, boys. See you there."
Harry and Ron barely responded. They were too busy plotting their perverted schemes.
Hermione walked to Muggle Studies humming, filled with excitement. She walked in the classroom fifteen minutes early. She was the first one there. Hermione sat down, pulled out her book and began to study.
She'd been reading a good five minutes when the door opened loudly. Hermione glanced up, then rolled her eyes.
"What's the matter, Granger? Not happy to see me?" Draco Malfoy winked evily.
"Ugh, don't flatter yourself," she responded bitterly.
He laughed. "I don't have to flatter myself, enough people do that for me."
Hermione grinned sarcastically in his direction. "How special."
He smirked and left the room. Hermione heard the door shut behind him, then slammed her quill down angrily.
"Such a bastard," she muttered to herself.
'He's got charisma that could be received as evil or intoxicating. I've got to watch that I take it the right way,' she thought to herself.
The room filled quickly. Draco returned to his seat, while Harry and Ron sat next to Hermione.
They all listened intently as Professor McGonagall described their trip. They would apparate to Miami, Florida promptly after breakfast. The rest of the day went by quickly for the students. They all packed and fell asleep slowly, anxious for tomorrow.
The next morning seemed to be running on cheerfulness. Harry, Ron, and Hermione dragged their trunks out of the Gryffindor Common Room all the way to the front of the Great Hall, where Professor McGonagall was transfiguring everything into hats and purses, so that each student could easily carry their own luggage.
Breakfast went by in a flash, and before they knew it they were on the lawn in front of the school, waiting to send themselves to Florida.
Xander Markus wrung his hands together nervously. He didn't know any of the other students very well, and hoped that he would fit in easily. He glanced around, his gaze stopping on Hermione Granger. His stomach turned. Hopefully he would get to know her better, much better.
Professor McGonagall began giving rules for the trip, all the students half listened, not really caring. But then the Professor said something that caused all their heads to snap up.
"I won't be joining you on your trip."
