"I thought we weren't allowed muggle devices in hogwarts. They can be detected you know." Draco urged, this was his year of trying to stay out of trouble. "That's why we're going up to the seventh floor." Hermione smiled, taking his hand and dragging him down the corridors. "Why do I have to learn to be muggle anyway?" He said, trying to earn back his evening of relaxation. "Because you stick out like a sore thumb. Trust me, it'll be fun." She reassured. "So it's just going to be me and you?" Draco asked smirking. "Yeh. Oh and Harry, Ginny, Ron and Blaise." Draco sighed. "Why do the Weasley's have to be there?" Hermione raised an eyebrow, "Be nice. Plus they don't exactly fit in either. The evenings for the next month are going to be muggle evenings. Now quit complaining." They walked the rest of the way in silence.
"Hey Hermione, I thought, as it's your idea, you should, you know, require the room to your specifications." Harry said as he pulled her in for a hug. "Hmmm, I have the perfect idea. Where's Ron?" She asked frowning. "He'll be here in a minute, he's a bit busy sulking at the moment." Hermoine sighed. "Let's go." She said as she entered the room. Inside there was a 42" flat screen tv on the wall in front of a big cream sofa. There was also a coffee table beneath the tv and a vending machine against the wall, next to a popcorn machine. "What is all this?" Draco asked confused. Hermione laughed. "This Draco, is a t.v, you use it to wat-" Draco butted in "I'm well aware of what a T.V. is thank you. I meant those over there." He pointed to the popcorn machines. "Heaven." Harry said as he sat down on the sofa, a can of coke in one hand, and a tub of popcorn in the other. "Heaven."
"I don't get it." Ron said, looking blankly at the t.v. It just doesn't make any sense. He's a wizard but he has a staff instead of a wand. I'm sorry, it just doesn't make sense." Harry sighed again. "It's fiction mate, it's not real. Muggle's don't know about real magic, so this is there alternative." Ron nodded. "What about that ring thing, is that like your cloak?" Ginny asked. Hermione put her face in her palms.
"So what's that giant fire eye again?" Draco asked and Harry stood up. "I can't do it Herimone. They're just not ready for Lord of the Rings. Maybe we should try star wars. Or music or something." Hermione nodded and swapped discs. An hour into the film the questions started again. "So where can I get one of those light sticks then? Do they do them local or only on other planets - and can I get them delivered?" Draco asked, "Light Sabers Draco. Light Sabers. And no you can't." Draco grumbled incoherently and started swinging his legs into the sofa. "I'm bored! Can we do something else. Pleeeeeaaase?" He moaned and Ginny and Ron nodded in agreement. Harry sighed, "They just don't appreciate a good film Hermione. Hermione muttered under her breath as she put a different disc in.
"I bet I could do that." Ron said as he stood up and started to walk backwards. "Ron, that's not how you moonwalk." Hermione insisted. "Sure it is. I'm just like that Michael guy. See look, I'm walking backwards just like he is." Harry stood up, "No Ron, you start of with your right foot raised, and your left foot flat on the floor. Then as you push your right foot down, you slide your left foot up. Like this." Harry attempted to do it in slow motion, but failed. Dancing just wasn't his thing. Hermione stood up and did it. Draco looked on jealous. "I want to listen to something else. I don;t want to dance." Ginny complained, as Draco began to moonwalk. "Look Hermione, Hermione, Hermione, Hermione look!" Hermione laughed, "I'm looking Draco, well done." She said watching his childish behaviour as he grasped one of Michael Jackson's most famous moves.
"Why does he sing so high?" Draco said grumbling as he watched the screen jealously. "Because he's amazing now shush." Hermione urged. "That's kinda creepy, what he just did on the video. I bet if I did it, I' be branded a perv." Blaise said as he swaggered into the room. "Sorry I'm late anyway. Do you know how hard it is to get gum out of your hair? Then I had a detention with Snape. It was horrible. What are you watching anyway?" Hermione hugged him as he sat beside her. "Justin Timberlake, Cry Me A River." Ginny smiled leaning over the sofa. "He's so cool. Look at him, he's hot." She grinned and Harry mumbled. "You're cute too Harry. I mean you have let yourself go abi-joking." She smiled as she kissed him. "You're far cuter than that Justin guy." She insisted, winking at Hermione, who laughed. "I already hate him. Look, he's perving on that girl in the shower. Is that what normal people do? Eh? What would you do if I stalked you in the shower?" Draco asked, gesturing wildly. "Calm down Draco." Hermione said laughing at his jealousy. "But seriously, what would you do?" He smirked charmingly. Hermione smiled back, "I would Stupefy you into next week." Draco thought for a moment, "Worth it." She hit him lightly on the arm.
"See this guy can dance. Not like that ridiculous moon walk rubbish. This guy is Awesome." Ron said smiling and trying to mimick the moves whilst Hermione and Harry sang along. "I think he looks even more ridiculous than that Michael guy. But in a good way. A funny ridiculous. He can sing better as well. This music is different, it's better." Hermione nodded, "It's rock and roll. And Elvis is the king."
"This actually hurts my ears." Blaise complained. "It's actually painful to listen to. And watch. How many times has he said baby now?" Ginny laughed, "It could be worse. It could be that shouty music again!" Hermione sat there arms crossed. "Harry, I told you like four times. There's only room for one Justin here." Harry stood up, "Yeh, and it's not that Timberlake guy." Hermione stood up, "You know he is the one and only. You're just jealous because Ginny fancies him!" Harry took a step closer, "She does not! And besides I let you play that you me at seven crap!" Hermione oushed him back, "You know full well it's you me at six. And it is NOT crap. It has real instruments! And they have cool hair!" Harry sat back down giving Hermione the evils. Draco looked up before scruffying up his hair, pushing it up to match Josh's. "What do you think Hermione?" He said smiling hopefully, "Ummm, it looks great Draco." She lied. Draco saw right through her bluff and sulked. "Maybe if you just shift it here a little. And spike that and flatten..." Hermione played about with his hair, noticing how soft it was to touch. She pushed it about for about a minute before passing him a mirror. "It looks like that guy from that other band." Draco said. "Ryan Fletcher from Lawson." She smiled. "Whatever you say." She laughed.
"Do you prefer my hair this way?" Draco asked, Hermione peeled her eyes away from the screen "It's cool. I liked it how it was though. When it was just down naturally I mean. Not jelled back." She looked back. "So should I keep it like this, or have it how I always do." Hermione waited a minute before looking back at him, "Which ever you prefer Draco." He nodded and watched the film again. "So which do you prefer?" He asked quietly, he didn't think she heard him, but as he was about to repeat himself she answered, "I like it regardless. Just don't go OTT." She carried on watching the film and Draco beamed. "So he's a god, he's a scientist, he's an experiment, he can shoot arrows, she can do flips and he's green. And they're somehow the greatest idea for a perfect team?" Blaise asked, still trying to grasp the film. "Exactly" Harry nodded. "I thought we were the perfect idea for a team." Hermione said thoughtfully, "You know, the brains, the brawn, the chosen one." Harry nodded, "What about me?" Ginny complained. "I know, How about, the brain, the brawn, the hot, the ginger, the chosen one and the italian?" Draco said. "How come I'm just 'The ginger'?" Ginny complained. "Well what would you prefer?" Draco asked and she stayed quiet. "That's what I thought!" He said kickstarting an arguement. "I AM TRYING TO WATCH THIS!" Hermione shouted and everyone stayed quiet. "I am hot though." Draco said and Hermione hit him on the arm. Yet again.
Hermione and Draco walked back to their common room together. "I can't believe you couldn't get through a single film. We haven't even started on books." At this Draco started to run jokingly. He stood waiting outside the portrait. "It's about time you got here." He chuckled. She smiled before entering the room. "I've got to get some sleep. I'm meeting someone tomorrow." She beamed. "Who exactly, are you meeting?" Draco asked and she blushed. "I'm not exactly sure... All I know is they're charming, funny, smart and Slytherin." Draco stayed quiet for a minute. "You know I'm charming, funny, smart and Slytherin. Only I have Awesome eyes and abs." Hermione shook her head and walked to her room. "You've seen them and you love them! Don't even try to lie and deny! They're hot!" He shouted as she entered her room. "I'll give you that." She smiled to herself as she extracted the night's memories, sealing them in a vial and adding it to the collection in her drawer.