authors note* ok so here's another chapter. a little more humor in this one. I really think malfoys predjudice (spell?) is just ignorance of the muggle world. hermione's a little bit more punk in this one. but not totally oc. I just wanted her to be kind of unappolagetic about who she is. hope you like it! and please reveiw, good or bad, feedback helps us grow as writers.
oh by the by, I don't own the characters, they are the litterary goddess' Mrs, JK Rowling, and the songs belong to pink and green day respectively.
Draco stood staring open mouthed at Hermione. His brain filled with a dense fog and he became about as articulate as Ron around a veela. His eyes traveled over her lean body, she was wearing a black wife-beater with the words 'punk rock saved my soul' in Gothic letters across her chest. He could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, because of the way her nipples poked through the thin fabric. She hadn't bothered with pants, instead she only wore some pink boy shorts with little polka dots all over them. He cursed himself for thinking she was very attractive.
"What is that your.."he swallowed hard, "wearing?"As much as He hated to admit it he couldn't force himself to sound even the slightest bit disgusted. Realizing he was flustered Hermione decided to take advantage of the situation even though she was pretty embarrassed herself.
"This are called clothes." She spoke as if he he was three. "I realize you wouldn't understand seeing as your a Ferret. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go shower." She walked away with a smirk on her face leaving Malfoy to stare after her.
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*clothes! Those weren't clothes!* Draco thought wildly. Try as he might he could not remove the image of her from his brain. * the last thing I want an my mind all day is the sight of that mudblood. I was disgusted, thats the only reason I couldn't think of anything to say.* happy with his reasoning, he decided to have breakfast and was about to call for the house elf when he heard the strangest sounds coming from Hermione's bathroom. It sounded like singing but he couldn't be sure and curiosity got the better of him and he once again ventured in to her room. Disregarding the thought of what state of undress he might find her in, he pushed the door open and stealthily poked his head in.
Hermione stood before a large vanity brushing out her long extremely bushy hair while the large deep tub was filling up with hot water. Evidently she had decided to enjoy an early morning bath. ordinarily there would be nothing strange about this scene except for She was singing.
"Doctor, doctor won't you please prescribe me something A day in the life of someone else? Cuz I'm a hazard to myself! Don't let me get me! I'm my own worst enemy! Its bad when you annoy yourself!
So irritating. Don't wanna be my friend no more, I wanna be somebody else Don't let me get me I'm my own worst enemy Its bad when you annoy yourself So irritating Don't wanna be my friend no more
I wanna be somebody else ..."
Draco couldn't believe it the bookworm was singing rock music! Before he could stop himself he laughed, and Hermione screamed and spun around.
"what the bloody hell are you doing in me private bathroom Malfoy!" Her face was red, she was furious, and he was quite pleased he angered her enough to swear.
"Listening to that enchanting song." he said sarcastically, actually she sang quite well but he of course would never admit it. "I mean really mudblood how is a person supposed to think with you screeching that muggle trash they call music?"
"First of all, ferret, it's not trash. Muggle music has much more substance than wizard music, there is no comparison. Seriously ' a cauldron full of hot strong love'? Thats good music? Secondly get the hell out of my bathroom I want to get naked with out you ogling me." she walked over and shut off the taps as she said this.
"Ogle you!" he said incredulously "don't flatter yourself. All I want is for you to tell me how to fix my room and I'll leave." smiling triumphantly he leaned against the wall crossed his arms and smirked, hoping to bluff her out. Unfortunately she was much more stubborn than he new so she simply shrugged and started to pull her top off. Malfoy panicked and bolted from the room in shocked. In his haste he tripped over his own feet and went sailing rather ungracefully through the door landing in a crumpled painful looking heap on her bedroom rug.
Hermione came out of the room laughing, puling a short pink robe around her.
"It's not funny." he mumbled trying to stand up and regain his dignity. "how did you know I was bluffing?" he looked up at her honey brown eyes, noticing that she was very close. She had leaned down to make sure he hadn't hurt himself.
"I didn't." he looked at her questioningly " I simply hoped. And I was right." she smiled and stood up again offering him a hand to help him up, but he stared at her like she was crazy. So she dropped her hand rolled her eyes and walked back towards the bathroom. She stopped looked over her shoulder and said, "If you can wait I'll help you after I clean up." and that she shut the door.
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while she was bathing Malfoy began to nose around her room. Then he saw a strange flat fuchsia thing about two inches long with a long cord and two bulbs on the end just laying on her night stand.
* must be some sort of muggle thing. Made of plaskick* he thought knowledgeably. He began poking it with his index finger trying to figure out what it did. When he poke the the small circle in the center of the big circle the screen lit up and some kind of noise began playing from inside the bulbs. He put them up to his ears and heard some more of that muggle music, he listened carefully to the words the man was singing and soon found himself caught up in the song.
'I walk a lonely road .The only one that I have ever known Don't know were it goes But it's home to me and I walk alone I walk this empty street On the Boulevard of broken dreams Were the city sleeps And I'm the only one and I walk alone
I walk alone I walk alone I walk alone and I walk a-
My shadows the only one that walks beside me My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me Till then I'll walk alone
Ah..ah..
I'm walking down the line That divides me somewhere in my mind On the border line of the edge. And where I walk alone'
Draco was captivated, he sat on her bed and continued to listen to the music that the odd thing played. Some songs made him feel like they were written about him. About 20 minutes had gone by without him even realizing it, he didn't even realize he was being watched until Hermione got bored and flung the towel she had been drying her hair with at him. He leaped up and dropped the music player on the bed. smoothing down his white button down as he stood up.
"Finally, now you can help me with my room." he spoke more pompously than usual as he was trying to make her forget she caught him listening to 'that muggle trash'.
"ok all you have to do is tell your room what you want." she smiled walked past him picked up he music thing and left the room. He groaned and realized the rooms work on the same magic principle as the room of requirement. Mentally scolding himself for being and idiot he made his way back to his room hoping to forget the eventful morning.
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Hermione stood in the small kitchenette leaning against the counter, with a glass of pumpkin juice when a large barn owl sailed through the open window dropping the days lessons.
"Excellent!" She looked like a kid at Christmas as she opened her list of work for the day.
"What lessons do we have today?' Draco was walking out of his room when the owl flew in.
"looks like a Potions essay, Transfiguration. History of magic, a DADA essay, Translating these runes. And for me a Muggle Studies essay." She handed him the list of coursework and pushed the sleeves up on her hoodie " there's no time like the present. We may as well start on these now."
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Hours passed with them working in silence, when Hermione began her Muggle studies essay. She got up walked to the bookshelf and asked it for the subject she needed.
"World war 2. The Holocaust please." the shelf filled with books she selected one and sat down to find something to help her with her essay. Draco was trying to figure out what she meant by world war 2, when had there been a world war one? How many world wars had there been? His father had taught him only wizards history. If muggles can put music in a little plastic thing what else were they capable of?
what else are we capable of? the question of the centuary... reveiw!!!!!! please!!!! I need my fix. lol