A/N: This is my second fic, so bear with me. (No, I haven't abandoned my first one, I just have really bad writer's block)
Chapter 1: A Computey Whattey?
"Hey guys," said Hermione as she saw her two best friends, "How were both of you all's summers?"
It took them a long time to answer, they were too busy looking at their friend, she had changed a lot over the summer. She actually looked like a woman, and not the scrawny little teenager that they were accustomed to seeing. She wore a pink Baby Phat halter top with the matching skirt. Her skirt came was a little above half of her thigh, in other words, it was short. She had on some white Phat Farm shoes, with a pink P on them. She also wore pink shoe laces to go with it. She was fitted for real.
"Wow Hermione, you look great." Said Ron, while looking her up and down.
"I agree with Ron, did you do something with your hair? And nice outfit, you look…. American." Harry replied; still baffled at the way Hermione looked.
"Yeah, I thought that I should make a change this year, and also I went to America, and I liked the way that they dressed over there." She said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world for her to suddenly start dressing like this.
"So, did you make Head Girl like I thought you would?" Asked Harry, even though he was pretty sure he knew the answer.
"Yeah, I did, and guess who the Head Boy is." She said, with a sick look on her face.
"Don't tell me that it's Malfoy, because I will jump off of this train in a hot second." Ron said, not wanting to hear the answer.
"Well you better get to jumping, because you got it right." Hermione said.
"Are you serious? Why didn't you tell me this earlier?" Harry asked.
"Well, when I got my letter, Dumbledore asked me to meet him in Diagon Alley, so we could discuss the things that we would be doing this year," she said,
(Words not pertaining to the flashback)
"So when I went there, I saw Malfoy sitting at a table, and knowing him he just had to say something to me."
He said, "What's up mudblood, why aren't you in some muggle mall or something."
And I said, "Well, actually that's where I would be, but someone told me to come meet them here today, why aren't you off torturing some poor little kid?"
And he said, "Well someone asked me to come and meet me here, so that's why I am, and by he way, what the heck are you wearing?"
"Well, I was wearing a yellow Rockawear® miniskirt, with this yellow and white shirt, and some Forces (Air Force Ones). And so I was like, 'It's what muggles wear, it's better that those big heavy cloaks you wizards wear all the time.'"
"Well, it actually makes you look cute, I think our girls should start wearing some things like that," he said.
"Harry, can you believe he had the nerve to look down my shirt when I was bending over" she said.
"And then Dumbledore came in." she said.
"So, I see you have now met each other, Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger, you are the new Heads." He stated.
(Back to present-tense)
"So, that's how I found out that he was the Head Boy." She said, amused by the look on Harry and Ron's faces.
"He looked down your shirt?" Said Ron, obviously mad, even though when Hermione tied her shoe, he and Harry were both looking down her shirt. "I'm going to get that Ferret." He said.
"Well, I have to tell you that worst part, me and Malfoy have to share a Common Room, doesn't that suck?" she said.
"You have to what? What if he tries to do something to you?" Asked Ron, more upset by the fact that Malfoy and her will be spending a lot more time with each other, and that he had never seen Hermione's room, but Malfoy will get to see it.
"I think that I can take care of myself, Ron. What do you think about all of this, Harry?" She asked.
"I think that this is going to be a funny year." He said.
"Well, that is all of my announcements, so eat!" Dumbledore said.
"Wow, food looks great this year, can you believe that he's making 6th and 7th years take Muggle Studies, and what is a computey whatey?" Ron asked, with confusion clearly shown on his face.
"Well, me and Harry are going to ace that class, and a computer is a muggle tool for communication, information, and fun." Hermione explained.
"Communication? How do you communicate on that thing, it's a box." Ron asked.
"Well, if Harry has one at his house, and I have one at mine, we get on this thing called the internet. And it tells me if Harry is using his computer, you still with me?" She asked.
"Yeah, I think so, so it tells you if Harry is on, and then what." Ron said.
"Well, I can do two things, I can send him an Instant Message, or more commonly called, an IM. All an IM is, is like a short letter, kind of like you are writing a note. And it'll pop up on his computer, and then he responds, you still with me?" She asked, yet again.
"Yeah, so it's kind of like sending an owl back and forth?" Ron asked.
"Yeah, except it's much quicker. Now the other thing you can do is send an e-mail. An e-mail works the same way except it might take them longer to get back to you, and you can send really long letters." She said.
"Oh okay, I get how you can communicate. But I don't understand how you get information off of it. Can you explain that?" He asked.
"Well, you go to this thing called the internet, and it has a lot of different pages. You type something in like, Chicken, and a page will come up with a lot of different pages you can go to learn about chickens, or look at pictures of them, or restaurants where you can eat them. Are you still with me?" She asked.
"I get the idea, but can you explain this so called 'type' (does quote motions with fingers)." He said.
"Okay, you have this thing called a keyboard, and it has buttons on it, and those buttons have letter, numbers, and symbols on them. When you push those letters, they pop up on the screen, and that is called typing." She could understand that Ron didn't understand the 'computer', but this was the last thing she thought she would be explaining to someone.
"Now I understand, and so I'm guessing that if you type in a game, a page will pop up with the game on it, and you can play it, that's how you have fun, on the computer." He said.
"Oh my goodness Ron, I can't believe understood it that quickly, but yes, that's how they work." Harry said.
"I hope you all got filled up, but now I must bid thee goodnight." Dumbledore stated, as he rose from his seat, signaling the students to the door.
"I am so ready for Muggle Studies, I think I'm going to owl my parents and tell them to send me my laptop." Hermione said.
"Here we go again, now what's a laptop?" Ron said, puzzled once again.
"All a laptop is, is a compact computer, it's portable. Hey Harry, do you think my cell phone will work here if computers do?" She asked, contemplating whether she should bring her Baby Phat® cell phone or not.
"Well, I wouldn't suggest that you bring it, I don't think that Ron here can hold anymore Muggle information anyway." He whispered the last part about Ron.
"I heard that." Ron shouted to Harry.
"Well, whoop-de-doo for you." Harry said, sarcastically.
Soon, they arrived at the Fat Lady, and none of them knew the password. However, Neville came up behind them and said, "Drôle." Ever since last year, Neville's memory had improved tenfold.
"Wow, interesting password." Hermione said.
"What does it mean?" Ron inquired.
"It means funny, in French." She replied.
Just as the portrait was opening, Dean came running to the door, and said,
"What's up, 'Mione?" Now this startled Ron and Harry, since when was Dean calling Hermione 'Mione? She didn't even let them call her that.
"Nothing, what about you?" She replied. This nearly made Harry and Ron faint from surprise, she just acted like she was used to him calling her that. What was going on?
"I was just thinking about you." After he said that, he reached out and put his arm around her waist. This nearly killed Ron and Harry, especially Ron.
"Umm, would you mind telling us what's going on here?" Harry asked.
"Oh yeah, I forgot, Dean and I are going out." She said.
This was going to be a long year.
A/N I hope y'all liked it. Y'all know that y'all see that little purple review button, punch it, an write something.
-Brianna