CH2: Muggle Surprises
Hermione lazily woke up. She rolled over and found that it was very early, for the sun had not risen all the way yet. She groaned, but got up anyways. After taking her shower, she turned towards the mirror, as was her habit. She almost screamed when she saw her reflection.
"Wha-the?" she cried. The short blonde haired woman in the mirror copied her every move. Unbelieving, she slowly felt her hair, then looked at it. It was short and blonde. Curious, she ran her hands down her figure. She found that where I was lacking before, it was perfect now.
"But how..?" she stumbled.
"But who," corrected a green figure. This time Hermione did scream.
"Shh! Do you want to wake up everyone in the neighborhood?!" Lucky cried.
"No.. I guess not…" she said.
"What happened to me?"
" You were transfigured, do you like it?" Lucky smiled.
"I don't know…' she said, looking at her new reflection,
"Wait a minute! Who are you?" she asked turning towards him.
"I'm the Leprechaun Lucky," Lucky stated proudly.
"What?" Hermione asked,
"Leprechauns are in fairy tales!"
"So, that doesn't mean we're not real," Lucky defensively said.
"Oh…" Hermione sighed.
"Anyways, you might want to know why you look and sound this way?' Lucky asked, glad to have a changed of subject. He had never liked explaining his life story to everyone.
"Yes, I would, wait, you had something to do with this?" Hermione looked at him again and suddenly understood.
"You did this!" she exclaimed.
"Yes, yes I did, calm down, I did it for good reasons," her waited for her to fall silent, then he continued,
"You said yesterday that you didn't want all these responsibilities and choices in you life soo…"
"SO you changed me?" she yelled.
"No, I changed your life," Lucky smiled.
"I have some-er-um-some rules about this spell though."
"Well spit it out!" cried Hermione.
"Well, #1: You can't respond to any magical form of transportation or communication.
#2: You can't tell people about this, or talk to them or magic of any kind.
And #3: Nobody can tell you, whether out of their own free will or not, about the wizarding world."
"And what if I break one of these rules?" Hermione asked, trying to maintain a calm temper.
"Well, you stay a muggle forever." Lucky smiled, concern growing in his voice.
"Well, great!" she said sarcastically,
"How long does this last?"
"Until you learn your lesson," Lucky stated.
"When will that be?"
"You will know. If I were you, I would look toward getting a job, muggles have to work, you know." and that was all he said before he disappeared into the air.
"Well," she sighed
"If I'm gonna look different, I have to act different, and that also means I have to have a new name. I'll be… Emma Marie Johnson, yeah, I guess that will do. I like my original name, but I can't change this spell." She sighed again, this was going to be one hell of a summer. Then she got dressed and went to look for a job.
Draco looked around his room, papers that were scattered everywhere, told him of all the work he had yet to do. There was always homework, she smiled, yeah, and I'd drop dead before doing it. But he didn't want to do all this other work either.
Taking that job at the Ministry was a mistake, he mused, and working for his father was the biggest mistake he could have made.
"Oh fuck it!' he cried as he kicked a box a paperwork. He hated his job, it wasn't getting him anywhere.
"I could always quit…" he wondered out loud. Yeah, he could see his father's response to that one. He'd yell for a week, not to mention he'd kick my ass before letting his own son quit working for him…
Huh! I need a vacation… A vacation! But where? He looked down at the folder in his hand, green. Yes somewhere green. Scotland, Greenland? No somewhere I haven't been… I know! He mused, Ireland!
"Yes I will take a 'work related vacation'" he cried.
"Dad would agree to that. Yes he would agree that I could go to Dublin---that is the capital, right? Yes it is, I'll go to Dublin." He finished, and dropping the pile of papers in his hand, he walked out to ask his dad. A half and hour later, Draco was in the process of packing.
"Well, Miss Johnson, you have a very extensive résumé. Let's see, you were at 'The Great Hall Diner' for six years. Under a Mr. Albus?' the lady with red hair asked.
"Yes. It was a great job, but I need something for the summer. I plan to go back before September 1st, though." Emma smiled, her dimples slightly showing.
"Ok, well I know 'Café Dublin' is not what 'The Great Hall' was in quality, but we do expect you to work.
"I know, and I hope I can work here." Emma sighed.
"Well, it sounds like you've got yourself a job. I'm Janet, and that there's Mindy," she pointed a long finger to a skinny brunet woman,
"Let me show you where your uniform is and such."
"Ok," Emma agreed. Man, she thought, I'll have lots of fun here. I don't see what's so hard about working. She let Janet talk and walk her through all the procedures, almost forgetting why she had come here in the first place, almost.
She got home at about 10 P.M.. Ah, she sighed, as she grabbed a drink out of her refrigerator, here's to a new life… A new Hermione, she added, as she drifted off into a dreamless sleep.