To begin with, I'd like to, of course, thank the lovely and talented Morning Dew aka Lily for being my beta reader. Also, I'm sorry for taking so long to update, but school just started and I'm always busy w/ band, school, work, or cross country. But sorry nonetheless.
Next order of business: Shout outs (I love these…):
Apollonia: hehe, yeah, Raven's a hottie, he gets even better in chapters to come.
Maiden: lol, thank you!! Yeah, I love the HP series too (obviously), and Newsies, so it seemed like it'd be fun to combine them!
Slider: lol, glad you like it!
Sweets: lol, you know I can't put you in this one, but you'll definitely be in my next fic!
anUNDERCOVERnewsie: ha, repeating yourself is fine, so long as you're repetitively reviewing my fic!
Dewey: YAY!! My beta reader reviewed! Lol, yeah, I kinda figured you would! Haha, clobber spot….? Or be in that girl's shoes….? Cause I'd like both.
Frenchy: hehe, glad you like, but beware…most of my chapter ends are cliffhangers!
Ershey: yeah, the spot-grabbing-her-tush thing was probably my fav scene too, at least so far…lol
Raven: hehe, so he does share the same name. Fun stuff, no? yeah I don't share the same name w/ any of my characters, but that's okay…and you're right w/ your guess, btw…as you'll read in a few paragraphs.
Chapter TwoIt was a girl, he soon realized as he opened his eyes. His head hurt a little, but he didn't notice, because whoever this girl was, she had landed on him quite provocatively. She was straddling his shoulders, in a skirt, and her panties were very close to his face.
He smirked devilishly, running his hands up and down her sides, "Well…'ello dere…" he said, his eyes not leaving her concealed little treasure.
Then, as if not even noticing him, she got up, "Shit!" she cursed. She had an accent, but not one that Spot had even heard of. This beauty definitely was not from New York.
Suddenly, just as he was about to get up, another body fell on him. This one was male. Spot shoved him off, "Git da 'ell off a me!" he said angrily.
The boy did just that, looking around, just as confused as his companion. He looked at her, "Where the bloody hell are we Granger!?" he demanded, quite pissed.
Spot got up, dusting off his clothes, they still hadn't noticed him. The girl, who he now labeled as Granger, was a little shorter than him, probably about 5'6 or so. She had on a short blue plaid skirt and a white blouse that was extremely dirty and the top few buttons were undone, not that he minded. She had a pretty face, brown eyes, and bushy brown hair to match, but was looking completely lost. His eyes wondered to her legs, they were quite nice, covered with knee high blue stockings and only one black shoe on her left foot.
The boy had silvery hair, not something Spot had ever seen, gray eyes, and a slightly pointed face, but he could understand how a girl might find it attractive. He had a white button up shirt and navy blue pants, matching what 'Granger' was wearing.
He eyed them cautiously; he'd never seen anyone dressed so strangely before. While it was obvious that they weren't from around here, probably nowhere near New York, he didn't think the dress style would be so different. Women, even those of lower classes never wore clothes that were so revealing, hell not even the working girls wore skirts that short. And even though she was wearing a blouse, it was so tight, he could see the curves of her body. Looking closer, he realized: she wasn't wearing a corset. What the hell was going on?
The male stranger was dressed much like the high-class men of Spot's society. While his clothes had a different look to them, they were still the same style. Though he couldn't understand why there was a cursive letter "S" embroidered on the front chest pocket.
The girl sighed irritated, pulling Spot from his thoughts, "I don't know where we are Malfoy so stop yelling at me!" she seemed extremely frustrated.
Spot was surprised that they hadn't noticed him yet but even more surprised by the boy's next actions. He was just as livid as the girl, probably even more so, because he took a step forward and backhanded her so hard she fell to the ground, "It's your fault you disgusting Mudblood! If you hadn't been standing near that bloody window with your bloody Time-Turner, you wouldn't have fallen out when I pushed you!" he accused.
Spot had enough. He didn't have a problem with soaking a girl if she deserved it, but this girl hadn't done a thing. "Hey! Don't ya touch hoir ya lousy bum!" he said sternly, pushing him out of the way.
They both seemed shocked at his presence. The girl stood up, seemingly unaffected by the blow she had just received, she wiped the blood from her mouth and looked at Spot, "I'm terribly sorry, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Hermione Granger and that," she spat venomously. "That's Draco Malfoy. We don't mean to intrude, and I believe I fell on you, so I apologize for that as well. This may seem stupid, but could you tell me where we are?" she asked.
Well, that did seem stupid, but he answered any way, "Youse in New Yoik doll face. And don't worry, I'se don't mind ya fallin' on me, feel free ta do it any time," he answered smiling.
Draco scoffed, "Oh please, don't tell me you're hitting on the Mudblood!?" he asked Spot in repulsion.
Spot had no idea what a Mudblood was but he knew it was an insult to this girl, "Back off ya scab, befoh I soak ya!" he threatened. He turned back to Hermione, "Allows me ta introduce meself back. I'se Spot Conlon, leadah of da Brooklyn newsies!" he stated proudly.
She looked at him, gulping, "What year is it?" she asked hesitantly.
Spot raised an eyebrow, "1899, why youse—" but she cut him off.
"We're in the 1800s!?"
He nodded, this dame may have been cute, but she was getting a bit too insane for his likings. His newsies must have finally heard the commotion, because they began to gather round, many holding clubs or bats. They were all eyeing Hermione with the same caution that Spot held earlier. Whispers traveled throughout the crowd, all asking the other where she came from and why she was dressed so oddly. Draco noticed their weapons and looked around nervously, "Alright Granger, just send us back! Get us out of this bloody situation!" he demanded, but Spot had to smile at his frightened tone.
Hermione pulled out a chain from under her shirt that had a broken charm on it. Looking at her closer he noticed that a piece of glass was stuck a little bit above her right breast. He stepped closer to her, and went to take it out, but she slapped his hand away, "What?" he asked.
"What are you doing?" she demanded, her cheeks red.
Ohhh…he got it, she didn't want him touching her chest. He smirked, "Don't worrah doll face, I'se wasn't gonna hoit ya. Youse had some glass stuck in ya skin, I'se was jist gonna git it out foh ya," he said, looking into her brown eyes with a hint of mischief.
Before she could protest, he pulled it out, squeezing her arm as she winced. He thought she was gonna try and deck him, but she just smiled slightly in appreciation. She looked around, nervous like Draco, "Um…Spot…? Are these your friends?" she asked, hoping he'd say yes.
Spot nodded, "Yup, dese are me newsies," he said proudly. He looked at all of them, "Boiys, dis is…" he paused. "What was youse name again?" he asked.
"Hermione Granger," she answered, still looking around.
"Hoimione?"
"Hermione," she emphasized.
"Dat's wha I said, Hoimione. Boiys, dis is Hoimione! She ain't from around heah, so treat hoir real nice, ya hear? If any of youse don't I'm gonna soak ya, and dat's a promise!" he threatened. Many of the boys smiled to one another in a manner that Hermione didn't like. They eyed her like she was fresh meat and that was rather unnerving. Spot seemed to notice her uneasiness and smiled; none of the boys would touch her until he did, he was the leader and privileges allowed him to have the first go at any girl who came here. Still, it was amusing to see her so nervous.
"Oh," he added, remembering that there were two newcomers and not just Hermione. "And dis is Draco somet'ing or othah, youse can soak him foh all I'se care."
His newsies smiled, but Draco leapt over to Hermione, grabbing her shoulders, "You filthy Mudblood, get me the bloody hell out of here!" he demanded, shaking her violently.
She tried to push him off, "Malfoy, if you haven't noticed, the Time-Turner's broken, I couldn't get us back even if I tried, no magic can fix this. We're going to have to wait it out until Dumbledore realizes that something's happened. Don't worry, he'll find us…" she said in a low enough voice that no one would hear her as she tried to calm her companion down.
Spot glared, he didn't like other people touching what he made claim to, "Would youse stop touching hoir!" he said. "She obviously don't like it!" he snapped his finger and all of the newsies aimed their slingshots. "Now let hoir go or else…" he warned, though now smiling; he loved the feeling he got from an obeyed command. The rush from the power that he held was intense.
Draco laughed, "You think a bunch of pebbles are going to hurt me?" he pulled out his wand, though to the newsies it was just a stick.
Now Spot laughed, "What are youse gonna do wid dat? Youse can't block all dese shots and me boiys have excellent aim," he informed him.
Draco pointed his wand, but Hermione jumped in the way, "Draco don't you dare! You know bloody well that you need me to get back. If you try anything I swear by Merlin I won't help you!" she said fiercely.
None of the other newsies understood what the big deal was, but Draco put his wand reluctantly away and scowled. Hermione smiled, "Good," she turned to Spot. "I hate to be a burden, but we've haven't got a place to stay, do you know anywhere?" she asked.
Spot smiled, "Youse can stay wid me and me boiys at da lodging house. But youse both is gonna have ta sell papes tomorrah mornin', none a us have da fundin' ta pay foh ya stay," he informed them. "N' even if we'se did, we wouldn't," he added a little harsher than he meant.
Hermione nodded immediately, trying not to make a bad impression, "Not a problem," she said, though she had no idea how to sell a 'pape.'
Spot put his arm around her, "Let's go toots, and youse friend can come too if he don't piss off me boiys. Now dat youse a Brooklyn newsies, youse is gonna need a name dat suits ya," he told her, looking over her attire again.
"A name?" she asked.
He nodded, "Yeah, every newsies' got a nickname dat fits dem. Like, dat dere's Raven," he said pointing to the tall, black haired boy. "And dat's Fetch, Deaf, Robin, Two Bit, n' No Shot" he pointed to a few of the other newsies that were closer. "Ya see? Everyone's gotta a nickname, usually it's one dat matches dere poisonality or somet'in'. Take No Shot foh example, his name's pretty obvious; we call him dat cause he's got da woise aim wid a slingshot I'se evah seen!" he laughed, along with the rest of the boys, while No Shot glared at all of them defensively, make threats to all of them except Spot. When the laughter died down, Spot looked around, " So, whaddya say boiys, what should we be callin' Hoimione?" he asked.
A few boys made some inappropriate suggestions that made Hermione blush scarlet. Spot noticed and leaned in and whispered, "What's wrong? Not used ta comments like dat?" he asked, chuckling slightly at her innocence.
She just nodded. Spot thought for a moment, "Let's call hoir Meow, cause she's da Cat's Meow." Cheers rang out as everyone agreed.
"Heya Spot, what should we be callin' dis clown?" Raven asked, indicating Draco.
Draco smiled, "They call me Dragon," he said proudly.
Spot shrugged, "Aight, Dragon it is."
