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The back of Hermione's head shone brightly in the light of the sun. She seemed very cheerful, and she could never seem to shut up. But that was okay, because most of the time she actually had something interesting to say, most of the time. It seemed that out of the three in her group she was the only one to do something worthwhile. Right after she graduated Hogwarts she began training as an Auror, although it didn't end there. During this time she created a program to protect the rights of house elves. All of her years at Hogwarts could not wean her off of her strange fetish for house elves. Needless to say this program wasn't very successful, but the few queers there were turned up. This made Hermione very happy.
"I can't believe I was asked to be your supervisor! Imagine! I can show you around muggle places and such. This is going to be so much fun." Hermione chattered mindlessly.
Ah, the supervisor thing, well Hermione being there was a lot better than Harry being there. Still, it was very strange. As much as Ginny liked Hermione she wasn't sure if she could take the woman more than a few hours at a time. It seemed that Hermione came out best if taken in short doses.
As Hermione's pace quickened Ginny struggled to keep up. Considering Ginny was nearly a head taller than Hermione it was amazing to note that she was faster, even though she had the shorter legs. Must be all that Auror training. Her life was suiting her well. Brown eyes were always gleaming, like she was excited about something. Her hair was as bushy was ever, but held a sort of classic sweep. She was pretty in one of those new age ways.
They were walking in Muggle London, somewhere in a rather dodgy end of town. It was all old sights though; they had been walking for at least an hour, working the same circuit. Hermione didn't seem to notice though, in fact, she didn't notice anything. All she did notice was that her mouth wasn't moving fast enough, so she just chattered up a storm. The words came faster and faster and faster. You could hardly follow a single thing she was saying.
Ginny groaned as they neared a street they had passed at least ten times. How many times were they going to do this? Every crack they rolled over she could feel her wheels catching onto, which made it harder to pull. Even using the muggle suitcase instead of a full trunk didn't make it any easier. She pulled up her suitcase and stood in the middle of the sidewalk, massaging the cramping muscle in her arm.
Hermione just kept on going and turned the corner out of sight, and out of hearing. For a split second Ginny wondered if she should follow after her, but then again, they had been circling around the exact same route for what seemed forever, so instead she slumped against her suitcase. Sweet bliss.
"There're sushi bars, lots of them where we're going." Three minutes later the familiar voice came again from the back. "Oh god, raw fish is sooo good you're going to love it. It looks weird, but trust-" Hermione stopped ten meters in front of Ginny, as if she had finally noticed that something was missing. "Why'd you stop?"
"We've been going around the same block for an hour. What's the point?" Ginny whined.
"It's protocol. Now come on get moving." Hermione jerked Ginny forward, dragging her by her thin wrist.
The blood headed girl dug her heels in. "Wait, why is it protocol? Where are we going?"
"The Muggle Awareness Program has a special headquarters and we can't find it unless we do this. It reduces the risk of Muggles stumbling into it accidentally."
"Why couldn't they just do the thing they did to Diagon Alley?"
"Diagon Alley is naturally like- Oh there it is."
"What?" Ginny twisted around to see what Hermione was looking at, but there was nothing there. Oh, god, now she was stuck here with a crazy person. All Hermione did was wrap her fingers around Ginny's wrist again and dragged her along behind.
"The booth."
"The booth? I thought you said there were headquarters here."
"There isn't enough room for a headquarters here."
"So we have a booth instead?"
"No, we use the booth to get to the headquarters."
"Right, and that would be why everyone else is walking around the same block?"
"Not everyone lives in London, Ginny."
"Oh, I'm sorry I asked." She said sarcastically.
Hermione reached out and pulled open the invisible door and then Ginny found herself in a cramped telephone booth. It was a very strange wizard interpretation of a muggle telephone booth. There was a telephone, exactly how it should've been, but there was a lot of other stuff. A carpeted floor of plush purple seemed to glow oddly from below to cast a dark purple sheen on the booths inside. The windows were covered with thick velvety curtains that were drawn back with golden tassels. And to top it off there was a miniature crystal chandelier that forced Ginny to crouch down in order to avoid hitting her head. All in all it was very luxurious, but a bit over done. There was barely any room for the both of them and it smelled like mold.
Ginny sneezed loudly as her companion picked up the phone with a sharp glance in her direction.
"Yes, this is Hermione Granger and Virginia Weasley, we would like to be transferred to the MAP Headquarters."
Very faintly Ginny could make out a sleepy voice on the other side of the line giving an affirmative. There was a sharp clicking noise and then the telephone spit out two badges, one with each of their names on it. Hermione pinned hers securely to the front of her shirt before turning and doing the same to Ginny, who fidgeted with annoyance.
"You're not my mother you know."
"No, but I am your supervisor."
There was nothing Ginny could think of saying to that, so she switched topics. "You know, that kind of looks like your head girl badge."
Hermione remained silent but twisted her face as if contemplating how she was going to murder Ginny. Against her back Ginny could feel the doorknob twist, uncomfortably digging into her back. As she turned around the door gave a click and then swung open. It didn't reveal the street again; instead they were introduced to a room that looked a bit like Professor Trelawney's classroom. It was filled with squishy armchairs and pillows, only it wasn't as cramped as its inspiration. There weren't any tables or anything of the like, except for a large multi-chambered trunk that lay in the far corner of the room.
"Well we're here."
"Oh, joy."
Ginny was curled up comfortably in one of the squishy armchairs as she surveyed the newcomers. It seemed that they weren't all British, there were a few Americans, at least one Spanish girl, and two guys who were conversing fluently in German. Out of all of them the Germans were the most interesting to watch. This was mostly because they seemed to know each other so well and spoke a foreign language. One of them had their labret pierced with a hoop that was looped around the bottom lip. That one seemed to be riding the end of the gothic/punk tide. He had a black Mohawk, not one of the wannabe Mohawks, a real straight up huge Mohawk. Ginny hadn't seen one of those for ages; it was a sight for sore eyes. The other had sort of long shaggy hair and seemed relatively normal, except for the fact that he was speaking German.
The Spanish girl also had brown hair, but it was much lighter and her skin was really pale. She hadn't done anything since she had gotten there but stare down into her lap and fidget a bit uncomfortably. Probably the least interesting of the group, Ginny felt sort of sorry for her but wasn't really feeling social enough to strike up a conversation.
The Americans were a motley crew, the only reason Ginny could place them as Americans was because of their accent. They weren't talking much, and what they did say made Ginny think that perhaps they weren't on the best of terms with one another.
Her fellow Brits sat around her in a tight group talking about one thing or another. She wasn't really paying attention since it was much more interesting to watch everyone else.
Hermione stood up finally, as if she had just decided what to do. "Well, it seems you have all arrived." She clapped her hands together firmly. "Let's get started. Well as you all know this is the Muggle Awareness Program. We are going to live in a purely muggle city and learn how muggles live. We'll have six months to educate ourselves completely about their lives. And since this is a Muggle Awareness Program we can not have any magical items. How many of you have brought your wands?"
Nearly everyone raised their hand, expect for Ginny who remained comfortably still on her chair. Hermione tutted. "Have any of you read the letter? It says no magical items, and that would include wands, despite what you might think. All right, I want all of you to bring your wands and bags up here so I can store away any unwanted magical items." At some of the distressed looks on their faces she added, "Don't worry they'll be safe here-"
She was cut off by screaming coming from behind the door that led to the telephone booth.
"YOU WILL GO WHITHER YOU WANT TO OR NOT! YOU ARE DISGRACE TO THIS FAMILY I HOPE YOU STAY THERE FOREVER. JUST KILL YOURSELF WILL YOU? SPARE ME THE TROUBLE OF HAVING TO. I HAVE WASTED SO MANY YEARS ON YOU SHOW ME SOME RESPECT."
There was a loud crash and thwack as someone was thrown around the booth. It sounded as if they were having a brawl right there in the transporter.
"YOU KNOW WHAT? I HAVE BEEN IMPRISONED FOR THE PAST YEAR UNDER YOUR KINDNESS SO LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!"
The door slammed open framing the tall bleach blonde figure. He seemed relatively calm, although his hair had fallen out of its carefully gelled mold. There was very little difference in him since she had seen him last, except that he had gotten even thinner, if that was possible. His world famous sneer had already found a place upon his face as he looked down at the inhabitants of the room. He chose to plunk down onto the chair closest to him with his feet kicked out in front.
"Wanker." He muttered under his breath.
"Mr. Malfoy," Hermione addressed coolly, "what a surprise. You're not on the list."
"My father just signed me up yesterday. I'm in the main books, handled by the important people." He replied just as coolly back in her direction.
"Malfoy, while you're here I expect you to respect me."
"Yes, well, you clearly don't remember my position from when I saw you last. I have a very important life, and at the moment I am tired so please shut up while rest." He grabbed a nearby chair and turned it around to rest his feet on. The American girls sitting near him glanced over him. They had never heard of or seen him before, so at the moment all they could see him as was a piece of ass. "What?" He snapped at them as he caught them staring openly.
"I suppose so since this isn't really your sort of thing which is why I'm going to cut you some slack."
"Am I supposed to feel indebt?" He said snidely.
Hermione had a murderous expression in her eyes. With great difficulty she continued. "Well, you came in just in time. We were going to have a routine check of the bags."
"Oh, no." He cut off with aggression. "My bags are to remain specifically untouched."
"In the letter you should've received if you are indeed signed up for this it states that I have the power to search bags. Don't think this is a special exception just for you, everyone has to." She argued right back.
Draco's silver eyes glared at her, but he remained silent. Not like he was accepting defeat, but in defiance.
"All right. I expect this discussion is over. When I call your names I would like you to bring your bag up here." Her gleaming brown eyes glanced down to the scroll she was holding. "Abbott, Hannah."
From behind Ginny a blonde pigtailed girl lugged a bright pink suitcase to the front of the room. Ginny knew Hannah to a certain extent. Hannah was a year ahead of Ginny and a Hufflepuff. Her defining feature was definitely her blondness. She was more than a little bit slow and loved pink. A life-sized Barbie doll if there ever was one, complete with a set of huge boobs and long legs.
Hermione was very friendly towards Hannah since they were both in the same year at Hogwarts. "Hey Hannah, how's life treating you? Good? That's good."
The pink cover of the suitcase was flipped back to reveal a world of pastels. On top of all the clothes were a newly polished wand and her toiletry kit.
"You knew there weren't supposed to be wands." The long flexible wand was drawn out and placed carefully into one of the compartments with Hannah's name on it. Her clothes were all muggle and non-magic but the toiletry kit was full of magical items. There were vials of beauty potions and magic hair shampoo and a variety of other items that were not permitted.
"You can't take those away from me. I look like a baboon without them." Hannah whined as they were removed from her bag.
"You mean you have a blue butt?" The blonde girl looked indignant but Hermione quickly continued. "Hannah it said specifically no magical items."
"I don't have a blue butt." She said grumpily.
"I know, I was just commenting on the comparison you chose."
"Oh."
Hermione sighed at her blankness and let Hannah take her bag back to her seat as the offending items were placed in her compartment.
After that there weren't very many magical items. There were very few interesting things at all. Just some clothes and tooth paste and such. Well, that was until one of the Americans came up.
"Johnston, Lisa."
Her hair had been permanently died black and she had long red roots that were the same color as Ginny's hair. She had dark skin with even darker freckles splattered across the bridge of her nose and cheek bones. Very exotic, and on top of that she had blue eyes.
"Hello Lisa," said Hermione in a friendly voice, although she sounded a bit condescending too. Ginny rolled her eyes. When would she learn that she wasn't better than everyone else? It was starting to piss off even the most tolerant of people.
"Hm." The distinct woman grunted in a stiff greeting. She didn't look very social.
The top of the suitcase was routinely thrown back to show a few articles of clothing tossed around with a variety of... rather interesting items.
"Well no wand, that's good." Hermione stared in shock at the suitcase. "I know this isn't a magical item, but are you sure this is entirely appropriate?" She held up a large dildo.
The other woman shrugged nonchalantly. "You don't know how muggles do business down there."
Hermione's eyebrows rose. "Ah, I see." But still she set it on the surface next to the bag, in the pile that would be sent to the trunk. "What about this?" She held up a leather whip.
"Ditto."
"Okay then, that's good enough. You can keep the rest." With a skeptical eye Hermione watched the red head go back to her seat before going on, coldly. "Malfoy."
There was no movement, no response.
"Malfoy." Again, except this time with sharpness.
"My bag likes where it is." His eyes were closed and he looked asleep, but for the fact that he was talking.
"Bring your bag up here right now."
"No, I don't think I will."
"Yes, you will."
"If you want it so bad than come get it."
"You're more trouble than you're worth."
"I'm worth every bit of it."
"You think so?"
"Yes."
"Well I don't, you're worse than all of death eaters put together."
"You could get in trouble for saying that."
"Why? Are you going to call your rich daddy on me?" She smiled sweetly.
Draco snapped his mouth closed and begrudgingly brought his bag to the table.
"There's nothing in here."
"I know."
"You are definitely more trouble than you're worth."
"That's what father says." He gave her a sarcastic smile before going back to his seat.
After they had gone over all the rules they had boarded the bus that would take them to the preferred urban center. It was much slower than the Knight Bus, which was quite horrible considering the people inside. Draco was looking all snotty in his own private seat and Hermione was sending glares at him every chance she got. It was really annoying.
Plus the German's were still chattering away. Ginny had decided that it wasn't fun to listen to anymore, now she just wished that they would shut up, if only for a split second. The only comfort she had was knowing that they had apartments when they got there, and whatever that was it sounded nice. Well, house sounded nicer, but oh well. You took what you got.
For the moment she watched a pallid guy in the back of the bus throw ketchup packets at passing cars when he thought no one was looking.
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The back of Hermione's head shone brightly in the light of the sun. She seemed very cheerful, and she could never seem to shut up. But that was okay, because most of the time she actually had something interesting to say, most of the time. It seemed that out of the three in her group she was the only one to do something worthwhile. Right after she graduated Hogwarts she began training as an Auror, although it didn't end there. During this time she created a program to protect the rights of house elves. All of her years at Hogwarts could not wean her off of her strange fetish for house elves. Needless to say this program wasn't very successful, but the few queers there were turned up. This made Hermione very happy.
"I can't believe I was asked to be your supervisor! Imagine! I can show you around muggle places and such. This is going to be so much fun." Hermione chattered mindlessly.
Ah, the supervisor thing, well Hermione being there was a lot better than Harry being there. Still, it was very strange. As much as Ginny liked Hermione she wasn't sure if she could take the woman more than a few hours at a time. It seemed that Hermione came out best if taken in short doses.
As Hermione's pace quickened Ginny struggled to keep up. Considering Ginny was nearly a head taller than Hermione it was amazing to note that she was faster, even though she had the shorter legs. Must be all that Auror training. Her life was suiting her well. Brown eyes were always gleaming, like she was excited about something. Her hair was as bushy was ever, but held a sort of classic sweep. She was pretty in one of those new age ways.
They were walking in Muggle London, somewhere in a rather dodgy end of town. It was all old sights though; they had been walking for at least an hour, working the same circuit. Hermione didn't seem to notice though, in fact, she didn't notice anything. All she did notice was that her mouth wasn't moving fast enough, so she just chattered up a storm. The words came faster and faster and faster. You could hardly follow a single thing she was saying.
Ginny groaned as they neared a street they had passed at least ten times. How many times were they going to do this? Every crack they rolled over she could feel her wheels catching onto, which made it harder to pull. Even using the muggle suitcase instead of a full trunk didn't make it any easier. She pulled up her suitcase and stood in the middle of the sidewalk, massaging the cramping muscle in her arm.
Hermione just kept on going and turned the corner out of sight, and out of hearing. For a split second Ginny wondered if she should follow after her, but then again, they had been circling around the exact same route for what seemed forever, so instead she slumped against her suitcase. Sweet bliss.
"There're sushi bars, lots of them where we're going." Three minutes later the familiar voice came again from the back. "Oh god, raw fish is sooo good you're going to love it. It looks weird, but trust-" Hermione stopped ten meters in front of Ginny, as if she had finally noticed that something was missing. "Why'd you stop?"
"We've been going around the same block for an hour. What's the point?" Ginny whined.
"It's protocol. Now come on get moving." Hermione jerked Ginny forward, dragging her by her thin wrist.
The blood headed girl dug her heels in. "Wait, why is it protocol? Where are we going?"
"The Muggle Awareness Program has a special headquarters and we can't find it unless we do this. It reduces the risk of Muggles stumbling into it accidentally."
"Why couldn't they just do the thing they did to Diagon Alley?"
"Diagon Alley is naturally like- Oh there it is."
"What?" Ginny twisted around to see what Hermione was looking at, but there was nothing there. Oh, god, now she was stuck here with a crazy person. All Hermione did was wrap her fingers around Ginny's wrist again and dragged her along behind.
"The booth."
"The booth? I thought you said there were headquarters here."
"There isn't enough room for a headquarters here."
"So we have a booth instead?"
"No, we use the booth to get to the headquarters."
"Right, and that would be why everyone else is walking around the same block?"
"Not everyone lives in London, Ginny."
"Oh, I'm sorry I asked." She said sarcastically.
Hermione reached out and pulled open the invisible door and then Ginny found herself in a cramped telephone booth. It was a very strange wizard interpretation of a muggle telephone booth. There was a telephone, exactly how it should've been, but there was a lot of other stuff. A carpeted floor of plush purple seemed to glow oddly from below to cast a dark purple sheen on the booths inside. The windows were covered with thick velvety curtains that were drawn back with golden tassels. And to top it off there was a miniature crystal chandelier that forced Ginny to crouch down in order to avoid hitting her head. All in all it was very luxurious, but a bit over done. There was barely any room for the both of them and it smelled like mold.
Ginny sneezed loudly as her companion picked up the phone with a sharp glance in her direction.
"Yes, this is Hermione Granger and Virginia Weasley, we would like to be transferred to the MAP Headquarters."
Very faintly Ginny could make out a sleepy voice on the other side of the line giving an affirmative. There was a sharp clicking noise and then the telephone spit out two badges, one with each of their names on it. Hermione pinned hers securely to the front of her shirt before turning and doing the same to Ginny, who fidgeted with annoyance.
"You're not my mother you know."
"No, but I am your supervisor."
There was nothing Ginny could think of saying to that, so she switched topics. "You know, that kind of looks like your head girl badge."
Hermione remained silent but twisted her face as if contemplating how she was going to murder Ginny. Against her back Ginny could feel the doorknob twist, uncomfortably digging into her back. As she turned around the door gave a click and then swung open. It didn't reveal the street again; instead they were introduced to a room that looked a bit like Professor Trelawney's classroom. It was filled with squishy armchairs and pillows, only it wasn't as cramped as its inspiration. There weren't any tables or anything of the like, except for a large multi-chambered trunk that lay in the far corner of the room.
"Well we're here."
"Oh, joy."
Ginny was curled up comfortably in one of the squishy armchairs as she surveyed the newcomers. It seemed that they weren't all British, there were a few Americans, at least one Spanish girl, and two guys who were conversing fluently in German. Out of all of them the Germans were the most interesting to watch. This was mostly because they seemed to know each other so well and spoke a foreign language. One of them had their labret pierced with a hoop that was looped around the bottom lip. That one seemed to be riding the end of the gothic/punk tide. He had a black Mohawk, not one of the wannabe Mohawks, a real straight up huge Mohawk. Ginny hadn't seen one of those for ages; it was a sight for sore eyes. The other had sort of long shaggy hair and seemed relatively normal, except for the fact that he was speaking German.
The Spanish girl also had brown hair, but it was much lighter and her skin was really pale. She hadn't done anything since she had gotten there but stare down into her lap and fidget a bit uncomfortably. Probably the least interesting of the group, Ginny felt sort of sorry for her but wasn't really feeling social enough to strike up a conversation.
The Americans were a motley crew, the only reason Ginny could place them as Americans was because of their accent. They weren't talking much, and what they did say made Ginny think that perhaps they weren't on the best of terms with one another.
Her fellow Brits sat around her in a tight group talking about one thing or another. She wasn't really paying attention since it was much more interesting to watch everyone else.
Hermione stood up finally, as if she had just decided what to do. "Well, it seems you have all arrived." She clapped her hands together firmly. "Let's get started. Well as you all know this is the Muggle Awareness Program. We are going to live in a purely muggle city and learn how muggles live. We'll have six months to educate ourselves completely about their lives. And since this is a Muggle Awareness Program we can not have any magical items. How many of you have brought your wands?"
Nearly everyone raised their hand, expect for Ginny who remained comfortably still on her chair. Hermione tutted. "Have any of you read the letter? It says no magical items, and that would include wands, despite what you might think. All right, I want all of you to bring your wands and bags up here so I can store away any unwanted magical items." At some of the distressed looks on their faces she added, "Don't worry they'll be safe here-"
She was cut off by screaming coming from behind the door that led to the telephone booth.
"YOU WILL GO WHITHER YOU WANT TO OR NOT! YOU ARE DISGRACE TO THIS FAMILY I HOPE YOU STAY THERE FOREVER. JUST KILL YOURSELF WILL YOU? SPARE ME THE TROUBLE OF HAVING TO. I HAVE WASTED SO MANY YEARS ON YOU SHOW ME SOME RESPECT."
There was a loud crash and thwack as someone was thrown around the booth. It sounded as if they were having a brawl right there in the transporter.
"YOU KNOW WHAT? I HAVE BEEN IMPRISONED FOR THE PAST YEAR UNDER YOUR KINDNESS SO LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!"
The door slammed open framing the tall bleach blonde figure. He seemed relatively calm, although his hair had fallen out of its carefully gelled mold. There was very little difference in him since she had seen him last, except that he had gotten even thinner, if that was possible. His world famous sneer had already found a place upon his face as he looked down at the inhabitants of the room. He chose to plunk down onto the chair closest to him with his feet kicked out in front.
"Wanker." He muttered under his breath.
"Mr. Malfoy," Hermione addressed coolly, "what a surprise. You're not on the list."
"My father just signed me up yesterday. I'm in the main books, handled by the important people." He replied just as coolly back in her direction.
"Malfoy, while you're here I expect you to respect me."
"Yes, well, you clearly don't remember my position from when I saw you last. I have a very important life, and at the moment I am tired so please shut up while rest." He grabbed a nearby chair and turned it around to rest his feet on. The American girls sitting near him glanced over him. They had never heard of or seen him before, so at the moment all they could see him as was a piece of ass. "What?" He snapped at them as he caught them staring openly.
"I suppose so since this isn't really your sort of thing which is why I'm going to cut you some slack."
"Am I supposed to feel indebt?" He said snidely.
Hermione had a murderous expression in her eyes. With great difficulty she continued. "Well, you came in just in time. We were going to have a routine check of the bags."
"Oh, no." He cut off with aggression. "My bags are to remain specifically untouched."
"In the letter you should've received if you are indeed signed up for this it states that I have the power to search bags. Don't think this is a special exception just for you, everyone has to." She argued right back.
Draco's silver eyes glared at her, but he remained silent. Not like he was accepting defeat, but in defiance.
"All right. I expect this discussion is over. When I call your names I would like you to bring your bag up here." Her gleaming brown eyes glanced down to the scroll she was holding. "Abbott, Hannah."
From behind Ginny a blonde pigtailed girl lugged a bright pink suitcase to the front of the room. Ginny knew Hannah to a certain extent. Hannah was a year ahead of Ginny and a Hufflepuff. Her defining feature was definitely her blondness. She was more than a little bit slow and loved pink. A life-sized Barbie doll if there ever was one, complete with a set of huge boobs and long legs.
Hermione was very friendly towards Hannah since they were both in the same year at Hogwarts. "Hey Hannah, how's life treating you? Good? That's good."
The pink cover of the suitcase was flipped back to reveal a world of pastels. On top of all the clothes were a newly polished wand and her toiletry kit.
"You knew there weren't supposed to be wands." The long flexible wand was drawn out and placed carefully into one of the compartments with Hannah's name on it. Her clothes were all muggle and non-magic but the toiletry kit was full of magical items. There were vials of beauty potions and magic hair shampoo and a variety of other items that were not permitted.
"You can't take those away from me. I look like a baboon without them." Hannah whined as they were removed from her bag.
"You mean you have a blue butt?" The blonde girl looked indignant but Hermione quickly continued. "Hannah it said specifically no magical items."
"I don't have a blue butt." She said grumpily.
"I know, I was just commenting on the comparison you chose."
"Oh."
Hermione sighed at her blankness and let Hannah take her bag back to her seat as the offending items were placed in her compartment.
After that there weren't very many magical items. There were very few interesting things at all. Just some clothes and tooth paste and such. Well, that was until one of the Americans came up.
"Johnston, Lisa."
Her hair had been permanently died black and she had long red roots that were the same color as Ginny's hair. She had dark skin with even darker freckles splattered across the bridge of her nose and cheek bones. Very exotic, and on top of that she had blue eyes.
"Hello Lisa," said Hermione in a friendly voice, although she sounded a bit condescending too. Ginny rolled her eyes. When would she learn that she wasn't better than everyone else? It was starting to piss off even the most tolerant of people.
"Hm." The distinct woman grunted in a stiff greeting. She didn't look very social.
The top of the suitcase was routinely thrown back to show a few articles of clothing tossed around with a variety of... rather interesting items.
"Well no wand, that's good." Hermione stared in shock at the suitcase. "I know this isn't a magical item, but are you sure this is entirely appropriate?" She held up a large dildo.
The other woman shrugged nonchalantly. "You don't know how muggles do business down there."
Hermione's eyebrows rose. "Ah, I see." But still she set it on the surface next to the bag, in the pile that would be sent to the trunk. "What about this?" She held up a leather whip.
"Ditto."
"Okay then, that's good enough. You can keep the rest." With a skeptical eye Hermione watched the red head go back to her seat before going on, coldly. "Malfoy."
There was no movement, no response.
"Malfoy." Again, except this time with sharpness.
"My bag likes where it is." His eyes were closed and he looked asleep, but for the fact that he was talking.
"Bring your bag up here right now."
"No, I don't think I will."
"Yes, you will."
"If you want it so bad than come get it."
"You're more trouble than you're worth."
"I'm worth every bit of it."
"You think so?"
"Yes."
"Well I don't, you're worse than all of death eaters put together."
"You could get in trouble for saying that."
"Why? Are you going to call your rich daddy on me?" She smiled sweetly.
Draco snapped his mouth closed and begrudgingly brought his bag to the table.
"There's nothing in here."
"I know."
"You are definitely more trouble than you're worth."
"That's what father says." He gave her a sarcastic smile before going back to his seat.
After they had gone over all the rules they had boarded the bus that would take them to the preferred urban center. It was much slower than the Knight Bus, which was quite horrible considering the people inside. Draco was looking all snotty in his own private seat and Hermione was sending glares at him every chance she got. It was really annoying.
Plus the German's were still chattering away. Ginny had decided that it wasn't fun to listen to anymore, now she just wished that they would shut up, if only for a split second. The only comfort she had was knowing that they had apartments when they got there, and whatever that was it sounded nice. Well, house sounded nicer, but oh well. You took what you got.
For the moment she watched a pallid guy in the back of the bus throw ketchup packets at passing cars when he thought no one was looking.
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