After the meal, Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Ginny, all stayed behind, and headed to the head table where Dumbledore was. They could see several other people from the other tables aproaching as well. When everyone seemed to have arrived, Dumbledore spoke up, "Since you are all prefects this year, there is going to be a special trip to America for all prefects. You will be going to California, New York city, and Flint, Michigan- travelling by magical tour bus. You will be leaving in a week."
An excited buzz floated through the group. America! That was where all the cool people lived! And they were going! Maybe now they could all be as cool as Hermione and the Americans! With their SUVs, and their guns, and their brillo President, they were the coolest people these brits had ever heard of.
Soon everyone began to wander off excitedly to bed. Hermione drifted off for a bit in the middle of the hall, and when she realized what she was doing, she was all alone. She looked around the dark hallway, and Draco Malfoy stepped out of the shadows.
*GASP* "Malfoy!!"
"Heh, heh, Granger... I have some pictures that might be of ... interest to you..." he sneered.
"Pictures?! Of WHAT?!!" Hermione froze.
"Of...you, coincidentally..."
"Can I see them?..."
Draco pulled something out of his deep, dark, deppressing, but somehow becoming big black robes. "Here."
Hermione looked. And she nearly fainted in relief. "Oh... It's just me dancing around my room in my underwear."
"Why do you sound relieved? This isn't how my plan was supposed to work. What did you think they were?"
"None of your fucking business Malfoy."
"Oooh, touchy. Does Granger have a little secret, that she doesn't want anyone to know?"
"Fuck off."
"Don't these pictures bother you at all? Not even this one of you grinding with the wall? I assure you, if you want a dancing partner, just go grab Pot-head or Weasel."
"Nah, I don't bloody care about the pictures. You insulting my friends is another thing. HIIIIIYAH!" And with that she kicked him in the stomach. She hadn't learned Kung Fu over summer break for nothing.
An excited buzz floated through the group. America! That was where all the cool people lived! And they were going! Maybe now they could all be as cool as Hermione and the Americans! With their SUVs, and their guns, and their brillo President, they were the coolest people these brits had ever heard of.
Soon everyone began to wander off excitedly to bed. Hermione drifted off for a bit in the middle of the hall, and when she realized what she was doing, she was all alone. She looked around the dark hallway, and Draco Malfoy stepped out of the shadows.
*GASP* "Malfoy!!"
"Heh, heh, Granger... I have some pictures that might be of ... interest to you..." he sneered.
"Pictures?! Of WHAT?!!" Hermione froze.
"Of...you, coincidentally..."
"Can I see them?..."
Draco pulled something out of his deep, dark, deppressing, but somehow becoming big black robes. "Here."
Hermione looked. And she nearly fainted in relief. "Oh... It's just me dancing around my room in my underwear."
"Why do you sound relieved? This isn't how my plan was supposed to work. What did you think they were?"
"None of your fucking business Malfoy."
"Oooh, touchy. Does Granger have a little secret, that she doesn't want anyone to know?"
"Fuck off."
"Don't these pictures bother you at all? Not even this one of you grinding with the wall? I assure you, if you want a dancing partner, just go grab Pot-head or Weasel."
"Nah, I don't bloody care about the pictures. You insulting my friends is another thing. HIIIIIYAH!" And with that she kicked him in the stomach. She hadn't learned Kung Fu over summer break for nothing.