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The alarm didn't wake me the next morning. It was Saturday, and I'd already planned to go shopping. I woke up alone, put on my black dressing gown, and found Draco already dressed in the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

Draco shrugged. "Checking out what this stuff is. If I'm going to be stuck here, I figured I should work out what I'm doing here."

I sighed, and started giving Draco a basic lesson on the gas rings, the oven, and the microwave. Draco actually did seem interested. "As much as I hate to admit it," he muttered, "Weaselbee's father is right about Muggles. You do seem to have some interesting ways to do stuff without magic."

I frowned a little. "Do you mind? I don't really want to hear you calling Ron names. And if you ever say anything about Hermione's blood status, I swear, I'll-"

"You'll slap me, I know." muttered Draco. "Anyway, what are you doing today?"

"It's my free day, so I'm going shopping." I told him. "I've got work tomorrow."

"No, you're not going. You're going to help me with Muggle things today."

I scowled at him. "I can do what I want. You can't stop me."

"Wanna bet? Just because I don't have magic doesn't mean I'm helpless."
"Oh? So how are you planning to stop me?"

"You'll see."

So I kept making mental plans about what to do at the mall as I got dressed and ate my toast. But the minute I got to the door, two arms slid around my waist, joined up and pulled me back. The minute I was back, one of Draco's arms moved further up and pulled me against him, a prisoner. He used his other hand to open my bag and pocket my keys.

"I'll let you have them back when you teach me to drive." he whispered silkily.

"You can give them back now!" I hissed. "You can keep me like this, but you can't make me talk. I don't have to tell you anything."

I felt Draco's realization, rather than seeing it, seeing as I was facing away from him.

"I swear to Merlin, if I still had the resources, I would make you talk."

"No Veritaserum here." I taunted, knowing what he was talking about.

"Well, you're still not going out." Draco said firmly. "Not until you tell me what I want to know. You're smart enough to know that I'm stronger than you. I can wait."

"So can I." I said dangerously. "I don't even have to tell you how to use the DVD player. I know for a fact you want to find out what everyone knows about your school years." I had all the HP movies.

Draco gave a sigh and let go of me for a moment. "Go if you want, but I've got your car keys and your house keys, so you can't get back in."

I smirked. "Nice try. I can walk, and I've got a spare set of keys in a certain place which I am not telling you about." That gave me another idea. "OK, I've got a compromise. You give me back my keys and come with me, and I teach you to drive on the way."

I knew Draco was, if not a Ravenclaw or a Hermione-standard student, fairly intelligent. So it wasn't really a surprise when the smirk appeared on his face and he said simply, "Sure."

Surprisingly, he caught on to driving pretty quickly. I put the old L liscense plates up. It didn't seem like the theory test was really needed, as Draco caught on way quicker than fifteen-year-old me.

I didn't tell him, but he seemed to read me anyway. "I have good coordination." he said smugly. "How else do you think I got to be the Slytherin Seeker?"

I smirked at this. I was concentrating on driving into town at the time, so he probably couldn't see the smirk, but still. "Your father bought everyone the newest broom in second year? Oh, sorry, I forgot you're so sensitive about it. Hermione pointed it out and you thought it was OK to call her names."

Draco gave me a glare. "If it was bribery that got me in, then how come I won the games against Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw in third year?"

"How come Gryffindor won the House Cup that year?" I countered. "I never saw Cho as being that good of a Seeker, anyway." Cho Chang, Harry's crush in fourth and fifth year (before he got stuck on Ginny), was the Ravenclaw Seeker, but from everything the books said, she didn't seem like a sporty type – more like the girl-every-guy-wants. Some people hated her just because they thought she played around with Harry's feelings. She had, sort of, but that was because she got the wrong idea when they went to Hogsmeade on Valentine's Day and Harry told her that he had to meet up with Hermione in the afternoon.

But I digress.

"Anyway, you still can't fault me for what I said to Granger." Draco added. "She is a m-"

"I don't think I'll bother slapping you if you say it." I told him. "I'll just go the Emma Watson route and punch you in the face."

"What?"

"Remember when Hermione slapped you in third year?"

"Yeah. Probably the most admirable thing she's ever done, if I'm honest."

"In the movie, Emma Watson plays Hermione. Tom Felton plays you, and in this one scene, she first held her wand at his throat. When she put it away, he started laughing. Instead of slapping him like the script said, she punched him in the face." I parked at that moment.

To my surprise, Draco laughed. "You'll have to show me that scene." I took the moment to look at him. Draco didn't look exactly like Felton in the movies. His blonde hair was sleeker, his face was thinner, his eyes were greyer. His smile was sweeter.

I didn't know if I had a crush on this Draco as much as I was in love with the idea of him. But I sort of was beginning to like him more than I had liked the idea – as a person rather than as a man. Plenty of times, I'd inwardly yelled at him. Now, I was starting to get to know him, I liked him better. Maybe it was completely insane to like him, but he had a certain amount of charm to him, and from all I knew about him, he could be a lot more irritating than he was being, so he seemed to be making an effort to get along with me.

That night, I decided to cave in to one of his demands, and we watched three back-to-back Harry Potter movies over takeaway pizza (something purebloods knew nothing of) – Philosopher's Stone, Chamber Of Secrets and Prisoner Of Azkaban.

Draco and I did converse during the movies, mainly because his onscreen counterpart was annoying me.

"Remind me why you stole Neville's Rememberall?"

"I was just borrowing it!"

"Could you stop laughing at Ron? I'm starting to wish his hex had worked."

"Get a grip, Granger deserved what I said."

"You're such a drama queen! You shouldn't have insulted Buckbeak, then he wouldn't have attacked you."

"That thing shouldn't have even been taught about. Worst teacher in the whole school is onscreen."

When it came to nighttime, I walked into my room...and stopped short. A cloak was lying there, with a white note on top.

"What's that?" I wondered out loud, picking up the note.

It read: Author: So Malfoy's off the page, out of your head, into your world. Your OC insisted I send this out, too. Don't worry, I've still got one. This is the one in your head – and I'm still on the page. Good luck.

-HP.

Luckily, Draco wasn't with me. I understood what the cloak was, though. Question was, would it work, here?

I quickly wound it around me and pulled it over my head, and looked in the mirror.

I had to smile. No sign of me at all. But that also meant that maybe Draco could use magic. Maybe he just hadn't realized how.

I kept quiet about the Invisibility Cloak. It would definitely come in useful. I hugged the secret to myself, happy.

So now I've got an Invisibility Cloak, too! But if that works, does that mean Draco actually can use magic in our world? Review, and you will discover later!

Now, I have a huge favour to ask. I just wrote a lemon based on the TV show, "Recess". You don't need to see the TV show to understand. All you need to know is that the two main characters have been friends since kindergarten, and are now in their senior year. Please read that and review, since it's my first lemon!