Well I have never been out of the country (America) so I really don't have any idea how much things cost in England. There are money references in this chapter and I have done research to help me but please let me know if my calculations are extremely off. And I would like to say I know that this chapter got put up quite quickly but that's only because it was originally part of chapter one so don't expect things to move this quickly normally.


"Hermione, what's wrong?" Ginny asked as Hermione walked into the common room. She had tried to hide her tears but Ginny was to quick.

"Nothing I'm fine," she lied.

"You don't look fine. You're eyes are all puffy like you've been crying and-oh my gosh! There's a hand make on your face!" she pointed in horror to Hermione's face.

"Ginny," she pulled Ginny's hand back to her side, "don't make a scene. It's nothing. Don't worry about it."

"But Hermione someone hit you! That's not nothing. Who hit you? Tell me right now," If I tell her she's bound to tell Ron or Harry and they will make a big scene. I mean Ron doesn't exactly have a good grip on his anger does he?

"I already told you it's nothing. Now please excuse me I have to go pack my things."

"Why? Are you going somewhere?"

"I don't know," Hermione admitted, "Professor McGonagall just said to go pack my belongings and meet her in her office after dinner. I really should go tell Harry and Ron-"

"Tell us what?" Harry asked as he and Ron joined the girls.

"That McGonagall wants Hermione to pack her things and then meet her in her office."

Ginny blurted out before Hermione could stop her.

"What? Are you expelled?" I knew Ron would think that.

"Ron use your head. What would she have done to get herself expelled? Hermione loves school remember?" It was true. Hermione did love school but she had tried to hurt Malfoy and that might be enough to get her thrown out. Don't think that, she argued with herself, you didn't really hurt Malfoy.

"Earth to Hermione!" Harry said as he waved his hand in front of her face.

"Huh?"

"I said do you want us to wait for before we go to dinner?"

"Oh yes please do. Ginny would you help me pack?" The red head nodded and followed Hermione up the stairs. They both stayed silent until the reached Hermione's room.

"Hermione? Where you still chasing Malfoy when McGonagall talked to you?" she asked quietly as if afraid of the answer.

"No…" Ginny sighed a breath of relief, "Because I had already caught Malfoy. I was jumping on him and McGonagall caught me."


"You are both probably wondering why I asked you to pack your things." No I already know I'm expelled. Who would have thought hitting someone was enough to be expelled. "Well you're not expelled if that's what you are thinking. But you will be leaving Hogwarts for a short time at least. The amount of time you spend away from Hogwarts will depend on you're behavior. Miss Granger you must learn to control your anger no matter how much Mr. Malfoy provokes you. And you Mr. Malfoy," McGonagall turned to Draco, "must learn to watch both your language and actions. You both act without thinking and that has lead to many detentions and loss house points which seems to have no effect at all. So desperate times call for desperate measures. Please hand over your wands;" seeing the horrified looks on the teenagers' faces she quickly added, "nothing will happen to them. They will be locked away and kept safe until they are returned to you." They handed their wands over reluctantly.

"But Professor McGonagall how are we supposed to perform magic without our wands?" Hermione inquired.

"You won't. I haven't explained why your wands have been taken. As soon as this meeting is over you will be transported to a muggle hotel where you will be spending the next month at least. You will share a suite that has everything you will need: a bathroom, two bedrooms, a living room, and a miniature kitchen. Across the street from this hotel is a muggle high school which you will both attend until I see fit. There will be absolutely no magic what so ever. "

"Let me get this straight. You are sending us to the muggle world where we will live as muggles until you decide our punishment is over?" Draco was outraged.

"That's correct Mr. Malfoy."

"But Professor McGonagall….what will we eat?"

"It will be up to you. I will give you 56 pounds each week to spend how you want but please keep in mind that you will need to buy food and drinks." Hermione realized how limited they would be. 56 pounds that's definitely enough for food but it's not nearly worth as much as 56 galleons.

"Professor what will we wear I have plenty of muggle clothes but I highly doubt that Malfoy does."

"Don't worry about that some of his clothing has been altered." Altered? Draco did not like the sound of that. "Enough talking you need to get going. You will arrive in the alley behind the hotel. I want you to check in under the name McGonagall. Remember when you start school, on Monday, go to the headmaster's office first thing and get your new class schedules. Now take this portkey." Hermione and Draco grabbed the portkey and in an instant felt as though something was pulling them forward by the navel. Swirls of colors flashed before their eyes and then as suddenly as it had started it stopped.

Hermione opened her mouth to speak but Draco stopped her, "Let's just get settled in and then we can argue." For once she agreed. They made their way to the front and proceeded to check in. Once given their key Draco headed for the stairs "Are you coming?"

Hermione snorted, "I'm not dragging my trunk up 8 flights of stairs. You can if you want but I'm taking the elevator."

"Elevator? Oh you mean that big metal thing like at the Ministry of M-" Hermione clapped her hand over his mouth. We're in the muggle world less than 10 minutes and already his about to expose us.

"Exactly," she hissed as she removed her hand from his mouth, "Now come on." The elevator ride took what seemed like an eternity.

It didn't help much when Draco decided that at every floor they passed he would ask "Are we there yet?"

"Yes!" Finally they reached the top floor. "Ok we're in room 815 which is," she looked down the hall and pointed to her left, "that way." While pulling their luggage down the hall the reality of it all hit them. A month in the muggle world with no magic. Hermione unlocked the door and stepped into the room. Everything was pitch black.

"I guess someone forgot to light the candles."

"No Malfoy, this is the muggle world we have to turn on the lights. They use electricity you know what that is don't you?" she asked as she flipped on the light switch. "Wow!" They were standing in a beautiful room which, guessing by the couches, was the living room. Everything was white with accents of gold. There was a television in the corner by a desk with a computer on it. On the wall across from them there was a sliding glass door that lead to a little steal balcony. But that wasn't what Draco was staring at.

"What's that?" He pointed to the light above them.

"I guess you haven't heard of electricity." She rolled her eyes, "That is a light bulb. It's similar to a candle but there is no flame and you don't need to light it. Now if you don't mind I'm going to check out the rest of this place." She started down a miniature hall that held three doors. I guess two are bedrooms and one is a bathroom. Let's see what's behind door number 1. She opened the first door and found herself in an enormous bathroom. Just like in the living room everything was white, but unlike the living room it was all tile or some type of stone. There was a tub big enough to fit four people in it and a stone sink that reminded Hermione of Hogwarts.

"Time to see your new bedroom," said a voice from behind her. "I just thought you should know that I already chose on of the rooms for myself." He led her out of the bathroom and to the next door. "I want the one at the end of the hall so this is yours." Oh no, she thought, he choose the one at the end because this one is horrible. That would be just like hi-but her thoughts were suddenly stopped when she saw the room. The white and gold must be a theme or something. And she was quite right; her room had a queen size bed with a white comforter and gold pillows. There was a desk in the corner and a gigantic mirror hung on one of the walls. She sat down on the bed and sighed, "I think I'm gonna like it here."


If my calculations are correct 56 pounds is equal to about 98 dollars. I'm not sure if things are as expensive in England as they are in California but if they are then 98 dollars is enough for food but little extra. I mean say you buy enough food for 2 teenagers to live off of for a week I can tell you from experience it could easily add up to I don't know let's say 50 dollars. Well that would leave them with 48 dollars to spend on whatever they pleased. With 48 dollars I could get probably one shirt and a pair of jeans (if I'm lucky).

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