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Totchii tells me I must always have an author's note so here it is. Well now... things you should know... math for real people is a real class. It's the class I got bored and started writing this story in. ummmm... so... if you have any questions free to ask. Please review. I will love forever the first non- Totchii person to review this.
Totchii has also said that I must start all stories with a song or poem or quote or something so here it is.
I love to do my homework,
It makes me feel so good,
I love to do exactly,
As my teacher says I should.
I love to do my homework,
I never miss a day,
I even love the men in white
Who are taking me away.
Oh, a final note. The first part of this really should be with chapter one but well things happen.
Math For Real People
His relatives gave him nothing but meager worn-out hand-me-downs, but he learned to economize with his weekly dog walking money. He had gotten really good at turning scraps into wearable clothes and livable sheets. His main problem was food. While his aunt and uncle did not starve him, they complained if he ate more than absolutely necessary. He disputed starting a vegetable garden, but he hadn't found an unobtrusive place his aunt would overlook. It didn't matter much now; he'd be gone in little over a year anyway.
He was hoping to go to college when he got out. His parents had left him a trust fund, and while it wasn't much, if he got a job it should be enough.
~#~#~ Draco ~#~#~
"Now if everyone would please turn to page 499 in their math books and start on problem 43.) x + 2y = 0, x + z = 2, y - 3z = 7. As you can see, this problem easily lends itself to galvanizing. So, let us set upon the matrices 1 2 0 0 , 1 0 0 2 , 0 1 -3 7. As you can see, the first step is already done for you. Keep working people!...Do you have the answer yet?...You should be finished by now!"
'Galvanizing?! What the heck was that? Matrix? Wasn't that a movie? Why am I in math? I should have known better than to take pre-cal, but no, Daddy Dearest says I have to get into Harvard and be a lawyer. And thus must take Pre-calculus. Now don't get me wrong it's not that I'm particularly bad at math, it's more that it means a year with Sister Eve. Sister Eve was once a perfectly normal teenager, she even had a boyfriend. But then suddenly when she was sixteen, she dropped out of high school to be a nun. Then God told her to be a math teacher. Really! God told this woman to be a math teacher, like he doesn't have better things to do with his time. Why? Breathe, Draco honey, she doesn't teach calculus so you'll be free of her soon. Very, very soon.'
As Draco mental monologue (rant is more like it) slowed to a halt, he took a deep breath and tried to collect himself.
"Sister Eve, slow down you're going too fast, where did the negative three come from!" Draco asked in a futile attempt to understand. Futile, because Sister Eve was only ever helpful one on one. Virtually half the class had a private tutoring session once a week with her. Maybe she was lonely and that was why she taught so badly.
Draco became more and more confused as the numbers on the board quickly reduced to zeroes and ones.
'Thank god Daddy got me a tutor' Draco thought. Since it became obvious he wasn't going to get it, he snuck a glance at his tall, dark, and handsome boyfriend, Harry Potter. As it turned out, Draco chose a rather in opportune moment to glance in that direction, Harry had a far off dreamy look in his eyes and was bust masticating the heck out of his pencil.
'Damn him, he can afford to goof off.' Somehow Harry always managed to get A's in math, although Draco had never once seen him pay attention or do homework.
All things must end, even math, though there were times when Sister Eve's students had their doubts. The bell rang.
***RING***
Draco saw Harry practically bolt out the door and wished he could follow him for a steamy make out session in the hall, but alas, it was not to be. Instead he went to his locker where his two henchmen...er, friends, were usually waiting for him.
Crabbe and Goyle were, sadly, Malfoy's two best friends and most likely the result of severe inbreeding. Obviously their fathers were rich and from old money. While Draco would never have trusted them with anything important, they did make for good accomplices at the fancy parties their parents dragged them off to.
Draco had taken to driving the two of them back and forth to school (and occasionally cruising). Today though, they were both serving detention for setting off a stink bomb in the teacher's lounge. So Draco went straight home. It was for the best he supposed, he heard his mother yelling at the maids, so it was a good sign that there'd be company tonight.
As Draco drove back home in his nice new light blue car (AN: I would say what kind of car, but they all look alike to me, so just imagine something rich, sporty, and convertible.) He wondered who could be coming over. His mother hadn't mentioned anything to him, but he had noticed a new tailored suit in his closet. So, it was most likely something important. Crabbe and Goyle were serving detention, so their families weren't involved, maybe it was one of dad's business clients...
As Draco got out of the car and walked inside the house, he knew something was up; not only was the house shining, but his mother's favorite snapshot of him as a toddler potty training in his, at the time favorite, cowboy hat was missing from the foyer.
'Oh shit...' Just then his mother walked in wearing one of her nicest dresses and with her hair done.
"Draco, darling there's a new suit waiting for you in your room, and Hosie (Like Rosie with a Ho) will be up to see about your hair in half an hour, remember to look nice."
"Ummm...Mother..." Draco said, pained, knowing he was sure not to like whatever was coming next, "What's going on?"
"Dray, honey, didn't I tell you? Your father and I are having the Parkinsons, the Bulstrodes, and Gardners over. Why, now that I think about it, don't they all have daughters about your age?"
'Oh god, no!' he thought.
"Now run along upstairs and go get dressed." "Ummm...I left something in the car, I'll be back." Draco quickly ran out to the car and found a pen and paper. He scribbled a hurried note to Harry.
Dear H,
Need to see you, 11:30, our gazebo.
D.
As Draco ran the short block to Harry's house, he thanked whatever benevolent deity watched over him that he had a boyfriend who lived so close. His mother was trying to find him a wife; he was definitely going to need the comfort of a boyfriend after this evening.
Totchii tells me I must always have an author's note so here it is. Well now... things you should know... math for real people is a real class. It's the class I got bored and started writing this story in. ummmm... so... if you have any questions free to ask. Please review. I will love forever the first non- Totchii person to review this.
Totchii has also said that I must start all stories with a song or poem or quote or something so here it is.
I love to do my homework,
It makes me feel so good,
I love to do exactly,
As my teacher says I should.
I love to do my homework,
I never miss a day,
I even love the men in white
Who are taking me away.
Oh, a final note. The first part of this really should be with chapter one but well things happen.
Math For Real People
His relatives gave him nothing but meager worn-out hand-me-downs, but he learned to economize with his weekly dog walking money. He had gotten really good at turning scraps into wearable clothes and livable sheets. His main problem was food. While his aunt and uncle did not starve him, they complained if he ate more than absolutely necessary. He disputed starting a vegetable garden, but he hadn't found an unobtrusive place his aunt would overlook. It didn't matter much now; he'd be gone in little over a year anyway.
He was hoping to go to college when he got out. His parents had left him a trust fund, and while it wasn't much, if he got a job it should be enough.
~#~#~ Draco ~#~#~
"Now if everyone would please turn to page 499 in their math books and start on problem 43.) x + 2y = 0, x + z = 2, y - 3z = 7. As you can see, this problem easily lends itself to galvanizing. So, let us set upon the matrices 1 2 0 0 , 1 0 0 2 , 0 1 -3 7. As you can see, the first step is already done for you. Keep working people!...Do you have the answer yet?...You should be finished by now!"
'Galvanizing?! What the heck was that? Matrix? Wasn't that a movie? Why am I in math? I should have known better than to take pre-cal, but no, Daddy Dearest says I have to get into Harvard and be a lawyer. And thus must take Pre-calculus. Now don't get me wrong it's not that I'm particularly bad at math, it's more that it means a year with Sister Eve. Sister Eve was once a perfectly normal teenager, she even had a boyfriend. But then suddenly when she was sixteen, she dropped out of high school to be a nun. Then God told her to be a math teacher. Really! God told this woman to be a math teacher, like he doesn't have better things to do with his time. Why? Breathe, Draco honey, she doesn't teach calculus so you'll be free of her soon. Very, very soon.'
As Draco mental monologue (rant is more like it) slowed to a halt, he took a deep breath and tried to collect himself.
"Sister Eve, slow down you're going too fast, where did the negative three come from!" Draco asked in a futile attempt to understand. Futile, because Sister Eve was only ever helpful one on one. Virtually half the class had a private tutoring session once a week with her. Maybe she was lonely and that was why she taught so badly.
Draco became more and more confused as the numbers on the board quickly reduced to zeroes and ones.
'Thank god Daddy got me a tutor' Draco thought. Since it became obvious he wasn't going to get it, he snuck a glance at his tall, dark, and handsome boyfriend, Harry Potter. As it turned out, Draco chose a rather in opportune moment to glance in that direction, Harry had a far off dreamy look in his eyes and was bust masticating the heck out of his pencil.
'Damn him, he can afford to goof off.' Somehow Harry always managed to get A's in math, although Draco had never once seen him pay attention or do homework.
All things must end, even math, though there were times when Sister Eve's students had their doubts. The bell rang.
***RING***
Draco saw Harry practically bolt out the door and wished he could follow him for a steamy make out session in the hall, but alas, it was not to be. Instead he went to his locker where his two henchmen...er, friends, were usually waiting for him.
Crabbe and Goyle were, sadly, Malfoy's two best friends and most likely the result of severe inbreeding. Obviously their fathers were rich and from old money. While Draco would never have trusted them with anything important, they did make for good accomplices at the fancy parties their parents dragged them off to.
Draco had taken to driving the two of them back and forth to school (and occasionally cruising). Today though, they were both serving detention for setting off a stink bomb in the teacher's lounge. So Draco went straight home. It was for the best he supposed, he heard his mother yelling at the maids, so it was a good sign that there'd be company tonight.
As Draco drove back home in his nice new light blue car (AN: I would say what kind of car, but they all look alike to me, so just imagine something rich, sporty, and convertible.) He wondered who could be coming over. His mother hadn't mentioned anything to him, but he had noticed a new tailored suit in his closet. So, it was most likely something important. Crabbe and Goyle were serving detention, so their families weren't involved, maybe it was one of dad's business clients...
As Draco got out of the car and walked inside the house, he knew something was up; not only was the house shining, but his mother's favorite snapshot of him as a toddler potty training in his, at the time favorite, cowboy hat was missing from the foyer.
'Oh shit...' Just then his mother walked in wearing one of her nicest dresses and with her hair done.
"Draco, darling there's a new suit waiting for you in your room, and Hosie (Like Rosie with a Ho) will be up to see about your hair in half an hour, remember to look nice."
"Ummm...Mother..." Draco said, pained, knowing he was sure not to like whatever was coming next, "What's going on?"
"Dray, honey, didn't I tell you? Your father and I are having the Parkinsons, the Bulstrodes, and Gardners over. Why, now that I think about it, don't they all have daughters about your age?"
'Oh god, no!' he thought.
"Now run along upstairs and go get dressed." "Ummm...I left something in the car, I'll be back." Draco quickly ran out to the car and found a pen and paper. He scribbled a hurried note to Harry.
Dear H,
Need to see you, 11:30, our gazebo.
D.
As Draco ran the short block to Harry's house, he thanked whatever benevolent deity watched over him that he had a boyfriend who lived so close. His mother was trying to find him a wife; he was definitely going to need the comfort of a boyfriend after this evening.