Disclaimer: I own none of these characters; they either belong to Diane Duane or J.K. Rowling.
A.N: Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed my last chapters! It made me so (sniff) happy... ;-) Anyway... on with the story! Oh yeah, just to clear up some points, just pretend in that "alternate fantasy universe" Nita and Kit live in, there's no HP books, 'kay?
"Erm, hi?" Nita said cautiously to the exuberant ball of apparel in front of her. "I'm Nita, and that's Kit," she said pointing to him splashing around excitedly in the waves.
"So, tell me! What school do you go to? Do you have Arithmancy there? It's my favorite class you know, what about transfiguration? Has your class progressed to rabbits ye-"
"Uh... they don't teach magic at our school."
Hermione stopped short in her rambling and stared at her. "So you're a muggle! But Dumbledore said only magic- users can come to this island?"
"Erm, muggle? What the hell is a muggle?" Nita asked, confused out of her mind. Hermione sighed and went into a lengthy explanation of Hogwarts, including many exerpts from Hogwarts, a History, portkeys, Diagon Alley, the Hogwarts Express, and anything else she could think of.
"Well... we seem to be involved in different branches of wizardry, you see, we learn everything from this and on the job experience," she said holding out the manual.
"All that from one book! Where'd you get it?"
Nita sighed, called over a highly reluctant Kit, and started to explain. An hour later, Hermione, Ron, and Harry, who had joined her earlier stared open-mouthed at the pair.
"You were right," Hermione said faintly, "That's a completely different branch of magic, and so much more complicated..." she suddenly snapped straight up, her eyes taking on a mad glint, "I've got to learn that stuff! Please please please please teach me!"
"I don't think I can, but if you want, I can use wizardry to keep the sun off you," Nita said consolingly.
"No, that's all right, I'll just keep these on," Hermione said, disappointed.
"What's this?" a malicious voice drolled behind them, "A mudblood, Potty and the weasel, some kid I don't know, and... ahh, a dainty dame."
"And who do you think you are?" Nita asked angrily.
"Draco Malfoy at your service," he replied grinning lecherously at her.
"You know this creep?" she asked the Hogwarts trio.
"Unfortunately," Harry answered.
"So Potter," Malfoy said, turning his attention away from Nita's swimsuit top, "You ever been to a beach before? My father happens to own one in Bermuda. Makes this place look like a garbage dump."
"Er... sure, loads of times," Harry retorted.
"Well then, I challenge you to a surfing contest. You can surf right?"
"Well..."
"Than let's get started, shall we? You there," he said imperiously to Kit, "You will be the judge along with my minions, erm... I mean friends Crabbe and Goyle." Two heavily muscled students stepped from behind him.
"Awwwww, but I don't... eep!" Kit said as Crabbe and Goyle cracked their knuckles in unison.
Draco threw off his plush robe and stood there in all his pale scrawny glory in a bright red Speedo with a dragon across the butt. "Let's do this Potter."
A.N: Sorry, I had to put a Speedo in there somewhere... heehee. Not that I want to see Draco in one, no, not at all...