A/N: I'm sorry my chapters are so short!! I'll try to make them longer this
time. Review and tell me how long you think they should be.
Hermione's POV
"Wow, it really gets chilly even in September." She mumbled to herself as she slipped through the doorway, back from her walk. She heard a crinkling of paper as she stepped into the room. Looking down, she saw a sheet of paper. Picking it up, she read 'Hogwarts' on the front, and she opened the letter.
Dear Ms. Granger and Mr. Malfoy, We have been informed that school starts in five days, The name of the school is called Velerios High School, in case you didn't know. This leaves you to buy school supplies. The list of supplies is at the bottom. I am sure Ms. Granger will know all about these "supplies" as muggles call it. I have also been informed that Ms. Granger knows how to drive, so you may travel to school by your "car" unless you want to take the "school bus." If you haven't noticed by now, look out the front window and a car is parked outside the house. (She looked outside. It was a Porche convertible. "Cool" she murmured.) I really have no idea about these muggle phrases, but am sure you understand. I trust Ms. Granger to know about the school rules and regulations. If you have any more questions concerning this trip, please feel free to call 1 (55H) O-G-W-A-R-T-S.
Sincerely,
Professor Dumbledore
Supplies: 1. 2 in. ring binder 11. Five section notebook 2. Loose-leaf paper 12. Planner 3. Blue or Black pens 13. Ruler 4. Pencils 5. File Folder 6. Protractor 7. Calculator 8. Dictionary 9. Thesaurus 10. Five pocket folders
She scanned over the list. "Hmm. I'm going to have to go shopping today." She said aloud. Someone spoke from behind her. "Why?" a curious voice asked. She jumped up, nearly dropping the letter, whipped out her wand and spun around. She was relieved to find Draco Malfoy looking at her questioningly, and not some serial killer who found a way to open the door. "My god, Malfoy! Don't scare me like that!!" she cried, lowering the wand that was aimed at his chest. His nicely toned chest, that was. He smirked at her, which infuriated her and she threw the letter in his face. "Read it yourself, Mr. I'm-so-high-and-mighty!" she cried as she flounced onto the couch. She switched the TV on, and tuned into watching Spongebob Squarepants.
Draco's POV
Trying to ignore the squeaky talking sponge that was talking on this box- thingamajig, he read the letter. And did not understand a damn thing it said. "Hey Granger," he said. Hermione's face was still glued to the TV screen, now watching a pink starfish eat an ice cream cone. She appeared to not hear him. "HEY GRANGER!" He yelled, which seemed to shake her out of her trance. "What?" she snapped annoyed.
"What is this?" He asked, also annoyed.
"It's called a letter, Malfoy"
"I know THAT! I mean what is it about?"
"Read it, stupid."
"I am NOT stupid! I meant what the hell are school supplies and a car and a procracker?
"School supplies are things muggles use at school, a car is one of the means of transportation, and a protractor, NOT a procracker or whatever you called it, is something used for measuring angles. HAPPY NOW?"
"Very. Now, can you tell me where in London I am going to get all this stuff???"
"Shopping."
"You mean at Diagon Alley?"
"No. In muggle shops."
"But I don't know how to buy stuff in a muggle shop! I don't even know how to count their freakin money!!!" he whined in her ear as he sat down beside her.
She sighed and rolled her eyes, knowing where this was leading to. "Do you fully expect me to help you after what you did last night? She snapped at him.
He was starting to get frustrated. "I'm a jerk, I know. After what I did I should be ashamed. I keep on having mood swings, okay? And I'm really, really sorry I called you a mudblood and. umm. c'mon! just help me with the damn list, okay??? He cried.
She glared at him. "Do you actually expect me to believe you?"
"PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he begged as he got down on one knee. This was a Kodak picture moment. He was actually begging. A Malfoy, begging.
"Fine, if you promise you'll keep this Mr. Nice Guy act on for the whole ENTIRE time we're here, then maybe." She said. "BUT, you have to promise!"
"And if I don't?"
"I'll hit you with one of Ginny's Bat Bogey Hexes."
He had an experience with one of those. It was not something one wanted to remember.
"Okay, Okay! I promise! I swear! I will! Damn! NOW will you tell me where to find the F*CKING school supplies???!!??" he yelled impatiently.
"Yes, Jeez. Someone's a bit touchy today. We'll go later at around two. Now it's only 11:00. " She replied.
Turning back to the screen, she watched as Spongebob ripped his pants. Yet again she was interrupted by, none other than Draco Malfoy AGAIN. God, she was getting tired of this. Couldn't a girl just slug around for a couple minutes in peace? "What the hell are that square thing and the star thing on that box thing? He asked ignorantly. She sighed. Did she have to explain EVERYTHING? "It's called a television program. The sponge and starfish are characters on the program. The box thing, as you call it, is called a television, which shows movies and television shows. Or, in simpler words, moving pictures." She slowly explained as if addressing a kindergartener. Then he asked, "Can you change the pictures? Because that sponge thing has such a squeaky voice, it's reminding me of Pansy.
"Sure, here." She tossed him the remote control.
He looked at it questioningly. "What is this 'thing'? He asked, looking at her. She sighed. This was going to be a looong day.
Four Hours Later
After trying to teach Malfoy how to work the remote control, he was entranced. Not even if she took his prefect badge and cut it in half would he move. Now, as she looked at the screen, she saw that he was watching Baywatch. "Males all think alike, don't they?" she asked herself. Glancing at the clock on the opposite wall, she realized it was 2:15. "Draco." She nudged him. He didn't seem to budge. "Draco." She said a little louder this time. Getting a little fed up, she yelled in his ear, "DRACO MALFOY! GET YOUR LAZY ASS OFF THE COUCH!!!" That seemed to do the trick.
She could swear she saw him jump a mile high when she did that. "HERMIONE!!!! What the HELL was that for!?!?!?!" he cried jumping off the couch and staring at her. For some reason, they had acquired to calling each other by their first names. Don't ask me why. She sniggered. "Well, seeing as you couldn't tear your eyes away from Carmen Electra, I thought that was the best thing to do." She said calmly. "And anyways, we have to go shopping now." She practically dragged him out the door as he grabbed his coat.
Draco's POV
"Is it really my fault that Carmen Electra was really, really hot? Not as hot as me though." He thought conceitedly. As he gazed at his surroundings, then he asked Hermione, "How are we getting to this muggle shopping mall?" he questioned.
"With that." She said pointing at a shiny black object on the road. I looked at it untrustingly. Who would trust some foreign muggle object? I saw Ron and Harry fly something like that to Howarts in the second year, and the next time I found it, it looked like a crushed soda can. Who would trust something like that? "Well, come on, we don't have all day." She said impatiently. I glared at her. She knew very well that I didn't know how to get inside this maniacal contraption. She rolled her eyes at me. "Look, all you have to do is pull that little handle one the door and it will open. Then you sit in the seat, got it?" she said it as if I was some retarded child. I ignored that. I got in and closed the door. "Put your seatbelt on." She said. I gave her that you-know-very-well-that-I-don't-know-what- the-hell-your-talking-about look. She sighed impatiently and reached over to take the seatbelt and buckle it.
In the process she brushed my arm, and I felt tingles. I ignored those too. Finally, she drove off.
Hermione's POV
I was getting very frustrated. Having to explain every single thing to Draco was getting pretty annoying, not to mention embarrassing. People were giving us funny looks as I tried to explain how to open the car door to him. I glanced over at his face. He was looking looked amazedly at the car, but trying very hard to hide it. "Probably never saw a car before." I thought.
After fifteen more minutes of driving, we finally arrived, safely. Draco kept wanting to open the car door to see what would happen if he jumped out. We got out and walked towards the entrance. "Are you hungry?" I asked him. He nodded, too entranced to speak. He was gazing at all the shops around us. "C'mon then." I said impatiently. When he wouldn't budge, I pulled him by the wrist towards the pizzeria. I ordered two slices of pizza and two Cokes for us.
When I led him to the table, I pushed the food in front of his face. He looked at it skeptically. "I'm not eating muggle food." He said conceitedly. "It might have germs or something." I rolled my eyes. Even if he did agree to be nice to me, he still had that stupid Malfoy pride.
Draco's POV
"Muggles really did survive rather well without magic." I thought looking around. Then, getting back to looking at my "pizza" as Hermione called it. I poked it with my fork. It didn't move. That was a good sign. I heard her sigh impatiently. "Just eat it, Draco. Or at least try it." I looked at the triangle shaped object and then her. "How do you eat it?" I asked her.
Hermione's POV
I practically had to shove it in his mouth. He was so clueless sometimes. "Finally." I thought as we left the pizzeria. I walked over to Staples and waited for Draco to follow me. Looking back, I saw Draco staring into a shop window. Walking over, I saw he was staring at a mannequin. I pretty one at that, I observed. "Why are you staring at that?" I asked him, confused.
"It's not moving."
"Of course it doesn't move."
"But in Hogwarts it does."
"But its different here, Draco."
"It is?"
"You have a lot to learn."
People were staring at us. I sighed and tried to make up an excuse. "Please excuse my dear brother, he just got released from the local asylum for the retarded." I told them. They seemed to accept that and returned to their normal business. I could feel Draco glaring at me. "What?" I asked innocently. "I AM SO NOT RETARDED!" he said defensively. "Whatever, are you finished? We need go get our supplies, now." I said pulling him inside the store.
After two hours of searching and locating and Draco talking out loud about stupid muggle contraptions. Not to mention stares and me having to come up with more excuses, did we FINALLY get home. I was soo beat. Going upstairs to take a shower, I relaxed. Hot water always seemed to soothe me. Draco was downstairs watching TV. This time it was football. I went to the kitchen in a pink tank top and white PJ Bottoms. I knew how to cook, thank god, because if I had to eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches I would have barfed right then and there. "Draco! Set the table!" I yelled to him. I was starting to sound like Mrs. Weasley. That scared me.
Looking confused (I was getting used to that expression) he came in and said, "Whaa?" "Take the forks." I explained while cooking dinner. How I could do two things at once, you ask? What can I say, I'm a prodigy. As he set the table, I could feel him staring at me, for some reason. As we sat down, Draco told me, "We have house elves to do this for us." Spoiled brat. You like it? I tried to make it longer this time. REVIEW!
Hermione's POV
"Wow, it really gets chilly even in September." She mumbled to herself as she slipped through the doorway, back from her walk. She heard a crinkling of paper as she stepped into the room. Looking down, she saw a sheet of paper. Picking it up, she read 'Hogwarts' on the front, and she opened the letter.
Dear Ms. Granger and Mr. Malfoy, We have been informed that school starts in five days, The name of the school is called Velerios High School, in case you didn't know. This leaves you to buy school supplies. The list of supplies is at the bottom. I am sure Ms. Granger will know all about these "supplies" as muggles call it. I have also been informed that Ms. Granger knows how to drive, so you may travel to school by your "car" unless you want to take the "school bus." If you haven't noticed by now, look out the front window and a car is parked outside the house. (She looked outside. It was a Porche convertible. "Cool" she murmured.) I really have no idea about these muggle phrases, but am sure you understand. I trust Ms. Granger to know about the school rules and regulations. If you have any more questions concerning this trip, please feel free to call 1 (55H) O-G-W-A-R-T-S.
Sincerely,
Professor Dumbledore
Supplies: 1. 2 in. ring binder 11. Five section notebook 2. Loose-leaf paper 12. Planner 3. Blue or Black pens 13. Ruler 4. Pencils 5. File Folder 6. Protractor 7. Calculator 8. Dictionary 9. Thesaurus 10. Five pocket folders
She scanned over the list. "Hmm. I'm going to have to go shopping today." She said aloud. Someone spoke from behind her. "Why?" a curious voice asked. She jumped up, nearly dropping the letter, whipped out her wand and spun around. She was relieved to find Draco Malfoy looking at her questioningly, and not some serial killer who found a way to open the door. "My god, Malfoy! Don't scare me like that!!" she cried, lowering the wand that was aimed at his chest. His nicely toned chest, that was. He smirked at her, which infuriated her and she threw the letter in his face. "Read it yourself, Mr. I'm-so-high-and-mighty!" she cried as she flounced onto the couch. She switched the TV on, and tuned into watching Spongebob Squarepants.
Draco's POV
Trying to ignore the squeaky talking sponge that was talking on this box- thingamajig, he read the letter. And did not understand a damn thing it said. "Hey Granger," he said. Hermione's face was still glued to the TV screen, now watching a pink starfish eat an ice cream cone. She appeared to not hear him. "HEY GRANGER!" He yelled, which seemed to shake her out of her trance. "What?" she snapped annoyed.
"What is this?" He asked, also annoyed.
"It's called a letter, Malfoy"
"I know THAT! I mean what is it about?"
"Read it, stupid."
"I am NOT stupid! I meant what the hell are school supplies and a car and a procracker?
"School supplies are things muggles use at school, a car is one of the means of transportation, and a protractor, NOT a procracker or whatever you called it, is something used for measuring angles. HAPPY NOW?"
"Very. Now, can you tell me where in London I am going to get all this stuff???"
"Shopping."
"You mean at Diagon Alley?"
"No. In muggle shops."
"But I don't know how to buy stuff in a muggle shop! I don't even know how to count their freakin money!!!" he whined in her ear as he sat down beside her.
She sighed and rolled her eyes, knowing where this was leading to. "Do you fully expect me to help you after what you did last night? She snapped at him.
He was starting to get frustrated. "I'm a jerk, I know. After what I did I should be ashamed. I keep on having mood swings, okay? And I'm really, really sorry I called you a mudblood and. umm. c'mon! just help me with the damn list, okay??? He cried.
She glared at him. "Do you actually expect me to believe you?"
"PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he begged as he got down on one knee. This was a Kodak picture moment. He was actually begging. A Malfoy, begging.
"Fine, if you promise you'll keep this Mr. Nice Guy act on for the whole ENTIRE time we're here, then maybe." She said. "BUT, you have to promise!"
"And if I don't?"
"I'll hit you with one of Ginny's Bat Bogey Hexes."
He had an experience with one of those. It was not something one wanted to remember.
"Okay, Okay! I promise! I swear! I will! Damn! NOW will you tell me where to find the F*CKING school supplies???!!??" he yelled impatiently.
"Yes, Jeez. Someone's a bit touchy today. We'll go later at around two. Now it's only 11:00. " She replied.
Turning back to the screen, she watched as Spongebob ripped his pants. Yet again she was interrupted by, none other than Draco Malfoy AGAIN. God, she was getting tired of this. Couldn't a girl just slug around for a couple minutes in peace? "What the hell are that square thing and the star thing on that box thing? He asked ignorantly. She sighed. Did she have to explain EVERYTHING? "It's called a television program. The sponge and starfish are characters on the program. The box thing, as you call it, is called a television, which shows movies and television shows. Or, in simpler words, moving pictures." She slowly explained as if addressing a kindergartener. Then he asked, "Can you change the pictures? Because that sponge thing has such a squeaky voice, it's reminding me of Pansy.
"Sure, here." She tossed him the remote control.
He looked at it questioningly. "What is this 'thing'? He asked, looking at her. She sighed. This was going to be a looong day.
Four Hours Later
After trying to teach Malfoy how to work the remote control, he was entranced. Not even if she took his prefect badge and cut it in half would he move. Now, as she looked at the screen, she saw that he was watching Baywatch. "Males all think alike, don't they?" she asked herself. Glancing at the clock on the opposite wall, she realized it was 2:15. "Draco." She nudged him. He didn't seem to budge. "Draco." She said a little louder this time. Getting a little fed up, she yelled in his ear, "DRACO MALFOY! GET YOUR LAZY ASS OFF THE COUCH!!!" That seemed to do the trick.
She could swear she saw him jump a mile high when she did that. "HERMIONE!!!! What the HELL was that for!?!?!?!" he cried jumping off the couch and staring at her. For some reason, they had acquired to calling each other by their first names. Don't ask me why. She sniggered. "Well, seeing as you couldn't tear your eyes away from Carmen Electra, I thought that was the best thing to do." She said calmly. "And anyways, we have to go shopping now." She practically dragged him out the door as he grabbed his coat.
Draco's POV
"Is it really my fault that Carmen Electra was really, really hot? Not as hot as me though." He thought conceitedly. As he gazed at his surroundings, then he asked Hermione, "How are we getting to this muggle shopping mall?" he questioned.
"With that." She said pointing at a shiny black object on the road. I looked at it untrustingly. Who would trust some foreign muggle object? I saw Ron and Harry fly something like that to Howarts in the second year, and the next time I found it, it looked like a crushed soda can. Who would trust something like that? "Well, come on, we don't have all day." She said impatiently. I glared at her. She knew very well that I didn't know how to get inside this maniacal contraption. She rolled her eyes at me. "Look, all you have to do is pull that little handle one the door and it will open. Then you sit in the seat, got it?" she said it as if I was some retarded child. I ignored that. I got in and closed the door. "Put your seatbelt on." She said. I gave her that you-know-very-well-that-I-don't-know-what- the-hell-your-talking-about look. She sighed impatiently and reached over to take the seatbelt and buckle it.
In the process she brushed my arm, and I felt tingles. I ignored those too. Finally, she drove off.
Hermione's POV
I was getting very frustrated. Having to explain every single thing to Draco was getting pretty annoying, not to mention embarrassing. People were giving us funny looks as I tried to explain how to open the car door to him. I glanced over at his face. He was looking looked amazedly at the car, but trying very hard to hide it. "Probably never saw a car before." I thought.
After fifteen more minutes of driving, we finally arrived, safely. Draco kept wanting to open the car door to see what would happen if he jumped out. We got out and walked towards the entrance. "Are you hungry?" I asked him. He nodded, too entranced to speak. He was gazing at all the shops around us. "C'mon then." I said impatiently. When he wouldn't budge, I pulled him by the wrist towards the pizzeria. I ordered two slices of pizza and two Cokes for us.
When I led him to the table, I pushed the food in front of his face. He looked at it skeptically. "I'm not eating muggle food." He said conceitedly. "It might have germs or something." I rolled my eyes. Even if he did agree to be nice to me, he still had that stupid Malfoy pride.
Draco's POV
"Muggles really did survive rather well without magic." I thought looking around. Then, getting back to looking at my "pizza" as Hermione called it. I poked it with my fork. It didn't move. That was a good sign. I heard her sigh impatiently. "Just eat it, Draco. Or at least try it." I looked at the triangle shaped object and then her. "How do you eat it?" I asked her.
Hermione's POV
I practically had to shove it in his mouth. He was so clueless sometimes. "Finally." I thought as we left the pizzeria. I walked over to Staples and waited for Draco to follow me. Looking back, I saw Draco staring into a shop window. Walking over, I saw he was staring at a mannequin. I pretty one at that, I observed. "Why are you staring at that?" I asked him, confused.
"It's not moving."
"Of course it doesn't move."
"But in Hogwarts it does."
"But its different here, Draco."
"It is?"
"You have a lot to learn."
People were staring at us. I sighed and tried to make up an excuse. "Please excuse my dear brother, he just got released from the local asylum for the retarded." I told them. They seemed to accept that and returned to their normal business. I could feel Draco glaring at me. "What?" I asked innocently. "I AM SO NOT RETARDED!" he said defensively. "Whatever, are you finished? We need go get our supplies, now." I said pulling him inside the store.
After two hours of searching and locating and Draco talking out loud about stupid muggle contraptions. Not to mention stares and me having to come up with more excuses, did we FINALLY get home. I was soo beat. Going upstairs to take a shower, I relaxed. Hot water always seemed to soothe me. Draco was downstairs watching TV. This time it was football. I went to the kitchen in a pink tank top and white PJ Bottoms. I knew how to cook, thank god, because if I had to eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches I would have barfed right then and there. "Draco! Set the table!" I yelled to him. I was starting to sound like Mrs. Weasley. That scared me.
Looking confused (I was getting used to that expression) he came in and said, "Whaa?" "Take the forks." I explained while cooking dinner. How I could do two things at once, you ask? What can I say, I'm a prodigy. As he set the table, I could feel him staring at me, for some reason. As we sat down, Draco told me, "We have house elves to do this for us." Spoiled brat. You like it? I tried to make it longer this time. REVIEW!