Disclaimer: Nope--Harry Potter isn't mine...Sheesh, why do we have to put this? It gets quiet annoying. I mean, come on! We all know J.K. Rowling owns it! Lol, don't answer this question; I know that it's just out of respect and that giving her credit is totally right D So please don't be going, "Well, duh! It's, just, like totally rude! Gosh!" Lol, I'm feeling kinda sarcastic at the moment if you haven't reaslized it - Get over it P
The Muggle World
Chapter One:
It's Impossible!
"So where to next, girls?" Emily, Hermione's muggle best friend, asked the group of 17-year-olds who walked down the busy shop-market street, bags full of cloths and jewelry slung over their shoulders.
"Haven't we been everywhere now?" Hermione laughed. She was enjoying her summer vacation in London so far, hanging out with her old school friends. They'd welcomed her back warmly and tipped her off on all the new hits that were going on. That day they decided on a shopping spree—Hermione was stocked up on all the newest styles.
In fact, she was wearing an out-fit that she'd bought only a few hours ago, right then. Her jeans were so tight, Hermione found it hard to make long strides—but they were hott (AN: yes, I mean two 't's): the back pockets were designed with golden spirals and the belt was a thin teal scarf that tied off. Her shirt was a small navy-blue tank top that hugged her woman form, making it stick out far more than usual. On her feet were plain black flip-flops and even her hair was up! It looked nice, though. The once frizzy and out of control poofball had calmed down to gentle wavy locks that flowed half way down her back.
Never before had Hermione dress so girly in her life. She'd always been so caught up in her studies to notice looks. But this summer break she had let her old friends talk her into a "make over" and she was actually having fun.
Brook, another girl in the group, laughed and swatted playfully at Hermione's head with a Kohl's bag. "We're not even near being done, Herm! This place has grown so much since last you've been here, you couldn't imagine!" Everyone giggled and agreed.
"How about Rue21?" Cecile chirped in. "I've heard they got great prices there, though I haven't been myself. It just opened a few days ago." Again all the girls giggled and agreed; yes, they'd heard of it, yes, it was suppose to be cheap, and yes, all the cloths were known to be up to date! It sounded like paradise, even to "give me a book and I'll be fine" Hermione Granger.
So the flock of gossiping girls headed towards Rue21, eager to buy and spend on any cute item they thought cool.
After about another ten-minute walk, they finally reached the store. From the window cases there were manikins that were showing off all different styles for both boys and girls: gothic, preppy, skateboarding, casual, baggy… 'All they're missing is Geeky,' Hermione thought. She had to contain herself from falling over with laughter.
The first thing she noticed when the automatic doors opened was the cool air-conditioning that rushed past her. Second was loud alternative music that she recognized as Greenday.
Staying together, the excited group of girls went to the nearest aisle that turned out to be full of fashion hats; different colors, sizes, shape, textures, and brands. They rummaged through them all, trying on ones they like and asking their friends' advice if it was "hot or not". Time passed by and soon the girls were breaking up into other areas. Hermione and Emily stayed put, modeling for each other.
Hermione picked up a blue visor that she thought would go well with her out-fit. And—to her utter surprise—on the front side of it the words Feeling Witchy were scribbled out fancily on it. "Perfect," Hermione murmured and shoved the visor on her head. She turned around to get Emily's approval.
The blonde head girl squealed in delight and clapped her hands once. "That is so awesome, Herm!" she exclaimed. "It matches great! Not to mention sexy!" They both laughed and had to hold each other to steady themselves.
"So you think I should get it?" Hermione asked. But she knew she'd get it no matter what—she was a witch after all, and she wanted to show it, even though she knew people wouldn't really think her one. 'I mean, its not like they'll really think me one. Magic isn't known over here.' Also this way she wouldn't completely be giving away her title for the summer. No, she would keep this hat in remembrance that she had a school to finish in her last year at Hogwarts when she went back after vacation.
"Definitely. Now come one. Let's go look over at those shirts—I need to find a cute pink one to go with those shorts I bought."
The two girls looked through the racks of T-shirts, giving comments on this or that one. Emily found what she wanted; she gushing on how wonderful she'd look tomorrow when she wore it. Hermione had to contain herself from bursting into laughter. She was joking, right? Yeah, she was sure she'd look great—but did she have to go out and mush over it like Heaven?
Also Emily found a gold and red one that she said she had to buy for Hermione. "The colors look fabulous on you, Herm. You should wear them more often."
'Doesn't surprise me,' Hermione thought with a grin. 'I am a Gryffindor, right? They're my colors.' She felt proud that she was a lion…yet alone at the same time. She missed the Wizarding School, missed her friends and lessons. 'Stop thinking of that and enjoy yourself!' Hermione snapped at her self mentally. 'Enjoy your time spending with friends and family. You barely get to see them with school.' But still, she wished for another witch or wizard was there with her. It felt a little lonely, being the only magic user there with all those muggles.
They continued leafing through the shirts, breaking into song whenever they knew what was playing in the shop, causing them to laugh hysterically. 'See-I'm laughing! I didn't do much of that back in Hogwarts…' Hermione silently kicked herself. 'Stop thinking of dumb school! Sheesh!'
The whispers of Brook and Cecil reached their ears and they looked at each other. Emily motioned for Hermione to follow her. They quietly walked over to the two girls who were crouching behind a curtain of clothing—they were right on the boarder separating the girl's section from the boys'. The four looked at one another, Brook and Cecil had silly grins on their faces.
"What's going on?" Emily asked, keeping her voice down. "Why are you guys hiding back here like a bunch of morons?" This erupted loud giggles from all of them but immediately stopped when they heard a gruff moan on the other side.
"Will you all just shut up and leave? Gees! Some people actually come to shop, you know, not goof around like idiots." Hermione froze. She'd know that voice anywhere…but that was impossible! How—why would he be here? Standing up so her head popped over the rack, Hermione's eyes grew wide at the young man before her. 'My eyes are deceiving me,' she concluded, blinking her eyes a couple times as though trying to clear her vision. 'He can't be here! It's impossible!"
She stampered his name out loud, still not convinced. "M—Malfoy?"
The blonde headed Slytherin nodded slowly, looking at Hermione suspiciously and holding a fashion, silk button-down blue shirt up against him as though in defense. He was wearing a pair of plain, baggy blue jeans and a loose T-shirt that had the word SEXY printed in bold letters in the middle of it. To put it simple, Draco Malfoy was wearing muggle clothing! She never thought she'd see this day. Now it was his turn to ask. "Granger?"
Hermione nodded. Their gazes were still locked, never wavering as though if they did the other might attack. 'This isn't right. No, this is totally wrong. I've gotta be sleeping. Wake me up from this nightmare!' Three other heads poked up and starred at the two Hogwarts' students, confusion written all over their faces. "Hey, Herm?" Emily said tentively, feeling the tension building between the two. "You guys know each other from somewhere?"
"Sadly," they replied at the same time, tones low and hateful. 'Boy, this is going to be fun,' Hermione thought bitterly, sarcasm dripping. 'And I thought I was rid of him for the next three months.'
Author's Note: Wow...I, like, got really bored so I made this chapter up in like two hours. Not much, but hey, whatever. lol. I'm not sure if I'm gonna continue this...I just made it up cuz I was bored like I said before lol. Anyways, tell me if you think I should continue or not.
Giving you all my love and hate,
Peasant