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I only own the plot, the people in the USA, and Dusty!
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Draco's POV
The trip had passed quickly. Their stuff was already put away when the train stopped. They stepped out into the rain and quickly made their way to a half full carriage. Upon entering, he had figured out why had chosen this particular carriage. There sat Potty and Wheezy. He scowled and sat down as Hermione closed the door.
Hermione's POV
"What's he doing here?" Ron asked coldly as he narrowed his eyes at Malfoy.
Hermione frowned. "Well let's see, Ron. He's a seventeen year old wizard who needs his schooling," she answered. She watched as Harry and Ron backed off. 'Good.' She thought. 'Now I don't have to hear them bicker.'
They all leapt from the carriage and were soon seated at their house tables.
Dumbledoore stood at the end of the sorting. "Will the Heads and the Prefects please come forward?" Dumbledoore asked.
The ten students all crowded around the staff table, and Dumbledoore spoke again.
"My Prefects. You will have a lot to do while the Heads are away." Dumbledoore watched them exchange confused glances before continuing. "There will be no quidditch this year as all the seventh years will be in the United States of America."
Hermione became overjoyed. "Everyone will be in pairs. Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger, you two will be a pair. The rest of the seventh years will be paired up randomly." He finished and turned to all of the students. "Let the feast begin!"
Dumbledoore turned back to the ten students and smiled, his eyes twinkling from behind his half moon spectacles. "Come with me," he said and led them out of the Great Hall.
Dumbledoore stopped at a painting of a phoenix. "You may choose your password. I need to take the prefects to their homes," Dumbledoore said and left them behind.
Hermione smiled. "Filibuster's Fireworks?" she asked him. Draco nodded and climbed into the portrait hole. Hermione followed and gasped at the awesome sight. The main colors in the room were black, silver, and gold; the second colors of the houses. There were two armchairs and a couch. They all sported the same colors. There were tapestries, pictures, and a whole wall dedicated to books.
Draco's POV
Draco watched as Hermione ran over to the books, happily skimming her finger over the spines. Draco looked around and saw an owl. He took the letter from its beak and read the letter aloud.
".You will be attending a muggle high school in Kansas City, Missouri. You will be gone for the first half of your school year. You will be living with a squib couple. This will be an enjoyable experience. Albus Dumbledoore."
Draco looked down as two plates of food appeared on the coffee table in front of the couch. "I guess this is our dinner," he said and folded up the letter. Hermione left the books and sat down on the couch. Draco waited for Hermione to start eating before he did. Finally, he began eating his chicken.
Draco looked over at Hermione momentarily. "I did it because this is our last year, and I'm sick of it all," he said. He studied Hermione's confused look. 'How adorable.' He realized his thought and quickly banished the thought. 'Malfoys do not think muggle borns.err.mudbloods are adorable!' He was snapped back to reality when he heard Hermione's voice.
"What?" she asked.
"What you asked me on the train.about my acting weird," he answered. Hermione nodded and went back to her treacle tart.
Draco blinked. He had just lied to Hermione. Well. he had lied to her many times. This was different though. He had actually felt guilty. He shrugged it off quickly.
Hermione finished and stood as the remains of her food disappeared. He frowned, noticing there was only one bathroom. Hermione went into her room and came out minutes later. Draco looked up and studied Hermione. She was wearing a periwinkle blue bathrobe that reached just above her knees. He blinked as Hermione caught his eye. He quickly turned his attention away from her. Hermione slipped into the bathroom, leaving him alone.
Hermione's POV
Hermione sighed happily as she slipped into the warm, scented water. In just a few days she would be going to the United States.
She stepped out of the bathroom twenty minutes later and quietly slipped into her room. She came back out, a book in her hands. She looked up at Draco, slightly surprised to see him reading. She sat down in one of the armchairs, seeing as Draco was sitting on the couch.
"What are you reading?" she asked peering at him over the edge of her book.
"Greek mythology." he muttered in reply. Hermione nodded.
"Muggles. they just don't get it," she heard him mutter. She glared at him before he beckoned her over. Hermione sighed and walked over to the couch. After sitting she pulled her legs up, placing her book in her lap.
"What?" "Is that not a Winged Horse?" he asked, pointing to an illustration of a large horse with bird like wings.
"It is." she answered. "Then why don't the muggles make it easy for themselves and use winged horse instead of 'Pegasus'?" Hermione shrugged.
"It's because there is a constellation in the sky called Pegasus," she explained.
Malfoy turned the page. "I'll get my bath in the morning," he said as he studied the description of the centaur.
Draco's POV
Hours passed and Draco heard the even breathing of sleep. Draco turned and beheld Hermione in her sleeping state. She wore black shorts and a white tank top for pjs.
He stood and carefully lifted her in his arms. Draco steadily took her into her room and easily sat her in a chair. He then pulled back the silver sheets and comforter of her bed before picking Hermione back up. He gently laid her down and covered her up. He lingered watching her sleep peacefully. 'She looks so innocent.and beautiful.' He thought. He quickly shook his head and left. Malfoys did not feel that way for filth like that. 'She's not filth you stupid git! She's the first person who has ever been nice to you!' Well then, I'll just have to change her attitude.
In his frustration with himself, he slammed the door and disappeared into his room.
Hermione's POV
Hermione woke with a start at the sound of the door slamming. 'How did I get here?' she questioned her memory. The last thing she remembered was reading the same line over and over, not being able to take her mind off of how Draco had acted on the train. She guessed she had fallen asleep. Draco must have brought her up. No one else could have. She sighed and fell asleep.
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Thanks Meg!
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I only own the plot, the people in the USA, and Dusty!
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Draco's POV
The trip had passed quickly. Their stuff was already put away when the train stopped. They stepped out into the rain and quickly made their way to a half full carriage. Upon entering, he had figured out why had chosen this particular carriage. There sat Potty and Wheezy. He scowled and sat down as Hermione closed the door.
Hermione's POV
"What's he doing here?" Ron asked coldly as he narrowed his eyes at Malfoy.
Hermione frowned. "Well let's see, Ron. He's a seventeen year old wizard who needs his schooling," she answered. She watched as Harry and Ron backed off. 'Good.' She thought. 'Now I don't have to hear them bicker.'
They all leapt from the carriage and were soon seated at their house tables.
Dumbledoore stood at the end of the sorting. "Will the Heads and the Prefects please come forward?" Dumbledoore asked.
The ten students all crowded around the staff table, and Dumbledoore spoke again.
"My Prefects. You will have a lot to do while the Heads are away." Dumbledoore watched them exchange confused glances before continuing. "There will be no quidditch this year as all the seventh years will be in the United States of America."
Hermione became overjoyed. "Everyone will be in pairs. Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger, you two will be a pair. The rest of the seventh years will be paired up randomly." He finished and turned to all of the students. "Let the feast begin!"
Dumbledoore turned back to the ten students and smiled, his eyes twinkling from behind his half moon spectacles. "Come with me," he said and led them out of the Great Hall.
Dumbledoore stopped at a painting of a phoenix. "You may choose your password. I need to take the prefects to their homes," Dumbledoore said and left them behind.
Hermione smiled. "Filibuster's Fireworks?" she asked him. Draco nodded and climbed into the portrait hole. Hermione followed and gasped at the awesome sight. The main colors in the room were black, silver, and gold; the second colors of the houses. There were two armchairs and a couch. They all sported the same colors. There were tapestries, pictures, and a whole wall dedicated to books.
Draco's POV
Draco watched as Hermione ran over to the books, happily skimming her finger over the spines. Draco looked around and saw an owl. He took the letter from its beak and read the letter aloud.
".You will be attending a muggle high school in Kansas City, Missouri. You will be gone for the first half of your school year. You will be living with a squib couple. This will be an enjoyable experience. Albus Dumbledoore."
Draco looked down as two plates of food appeared on the coffee table in front of the couch. "I guess this is our dinner," he said and folded up the letter. Hermione left the books and sat down on the couch. Draco waited for Hermione to start eating before he did. Finally, he began eating his chicken.
Draco looked over at Hermione momentarily. "I did it because this is our last year, and I'm sick of it all," he said. He studied Hermione's confused look. 'How adorable.' He realized his thought and quickly banished the thought. 'Malfoys do not think muggle borns.err.mudbloods are adorable!' He was snapped back to reality when he heard Hermione's voice.
"What?" she asked.
"What you asked me on the train.about my acting weird," he answered. Hermione nodded and went back to her treacle tart.
Draco blinked. He had just lied to Hermione. Well. he had lied to her many times. This was different though. He had actually felt guilty. He shrugged it off quickly.
Hermione finished and stood as the remains of her food disappeared. He frowned, noticing there was only one bathroom. Hermione went into her room and came out minutes later. Draco looked up and studied Hermione. She was wearing a periwinkle blue bathrobe that reached just above her knees. He blinked as Hermione caught his eye. He quickly turned his attention away from her. Hermione slipped into the bathroom, leaving him alone.
Hermione's POV
Hermione sighed happily as she slipped into the warm, scented water. In just a few days she would be going to the United States.
She stepped out of the bathroom twenty minutes later and quietly slipped into her room. She came back out, a book in her hands. She looked up at Draco, slightly surprised to see him reading. She sat down in one of the armchairs, seeing as Draco was sitting on the couch.
"What are you reading?" she asked peering at him over the edge of her book.
"Greek mythology." he muttered in reply. Hermione nodded.
"Muggles. they just don't get it," she heard him mutter. She glared at him before he beckoned her over. Hermione sighed and walked over to the couch. After sitting she pulled her legs up, placing her book in her lap.
"What?" "Is that not a Winged Horse?" he asked, pointing to an illustration of a large horse with bird like wings.
"It is." she answered. "Then why don't the muggles make it easy for themselves and use winged horse instead of 'Pegasus'?" Hermione shrugged.
"It's because there is a constellation in the sky called Pegasus," she explained.
Malfoy turned the page. "I'll get my bath in the morning," he said as he studied the description of the centaur.
Draco's POV
Hours passed and Draco heard the even breathing of sleep. Draco turned and beheld Hermione in her sleeping state. She wore black shorts and a white tank top for pjs.
He stood and carefully lifted her in his arms. Draco steadily took her into her room and easily sat her in a chair. He then pulled back the silver sheets and comforter of her bed before picking Hermione back up. He gently laid her down and covered her up. He lingered watching her sleep peacefully. 'She looks so innocent.and beautiful.' He thought. He quickly shook his head and left. Malfoys did not feel that way for filth like that. 'She's not filth you stupid git! She's the first person who has ever been nice to you!' Well then, I'll just have to change her attitude.
In his frustration with himself, he slammed the door and disappeared into his room.
Hermione's POV
Hermione woke with a start at the sound of the door slamming. 'How did I get here?' she questioned her memory. The last thing she remembered was reading the same line over and over, not being able to take her mind off of how Draco had acted on the train. She guessed she had fallen asleep. Draco must have brought her up. No one else could have. She sighed and fell asleep.
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Thanks Meg!
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