Chapter 5 : Hermione\'s Dismay
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What is Professor Dumbledore doing in our Muggle Studies class? I thought. He can't be the new -
"Good morning, class. As most of you know, your current Professor has been fired by the ministry. This is Professor Radinsky. From today onwards, he will be teaching Muggle Studies." Dumbledore announced.
With blond hair and blue eyes, he sure doesn't look like a Professor. With a pang, I realized that the other person I knew with blond hair and blue eyes (( close enough )) is Draco Malfoy. And yesterday's event came flooding back to me.
Professor Radinsky gave us a little half-smile. Practically all the girls swooned, including me. He looked even better than Lockhart.
I heard Malfoy and Gang snicker. "Headmaster, are you sure he's not Mr. United States Of America?" Malfoy called out. More snickers.
I rolled my eyes and looked at Radinsky for his reaction all the while thinking, Stupid Malfoy. Are you indicating that you are a model yourself?
"No, but I was once champion of the Hawaii Pageant," he smirked at Malfoy. Dumbledore slipped out of class, smiling, convinced that we wouldn't be able to emotionally destroy Professor Radinsky.
Radinsky clapped his hands. "Time to get down to work. I'll group all of you in pairs, preferably of different houses. Your assignment is to do a research on 3 Muggle Sports. You are gived 2 weeks to complete this assignment. If you failed to do so, I'm afraid I would have to deduct 50 points from your house each and you will fail this class." He started muttereing some spell and a piece of paper appeared in his hands.
"Here is the pair I configured."
"Longbottom and Parkinson..." Pansy gave a shriek and fainted dramatically.
"... Potter and Crabbe..."
"... Weasley and Chang..."
"... Granger and Malfoy..." The list went on.
I gaped at Professor Radinsky. He didn't seem to notice the silence that has reigned in the class.
"If there are no further questions, please begin."
I smirked as I watched Granger storm up to me. She was trying hard to avoid my gaze.
Granger slammed her book s on my desk and glared at me. I raised my right brow at her, all the while smirking.
"Did someone got off the wrong side of the bed today?" I gave her the tradional Malfoy smirk. "Since you're a mudblood, you should be able to do this assignment," I continued innocently.
"Look Malfoy, I don't want to be here any more than you want," she hissed. "Let's get this over and done with so you'd be out of my face."
I shrugged casually. "It all depends on how fast you do it, mudblood," I drawled.
"How about this? Stop calling me that and I will be nice to you," she compromised.
I had to smile. She looked so serious, like I would benefit from this deal. "You got it, Granger."
"Good," she muttered.
"Oh, and don't expect me to do all her work," she added.
I paced around the prefects' common room, waiting for Draco Malfoy. Where the hell is he? Sleeping in bed? That lazy bull.
I stamped my foot and yelled as loudly as I could, not giving a damn (( oops )) about the other prefects. "MALFOY!"
"Keep your head cool, Granger," he said, smirking as he walked towards me s ... l ... o ... w ... l ... y.
I glared at him and folded my arms. "Stupid Malfoy," I mumbled to myself.
He plopped down onto a couch and looked at me expectantly. "You may begin now," he said cockily.
I gave him a glare. "The first sport we're going to write about is basketball," I said furiously.
Malfoy shot me a confused look. "A ball made from a basket?"
I giggled, then stopped myself abruptly. This could take a long time.
After 53 minutes of explaining, he nodded. "So this ball bounces when being hit? No magic?"
I stifled a laugh. "No magic," I confirmed.
"And this Miguel guy became a celebrity through basketball?" he asked.
"Michael. Not Miguel. Michael Jordon," I corrected.
He leaned back on the couch, looking proud of himself. "I do catch on fast, if I do say so myself."
This time I didn't bother hiding my laugh. "Uh-huh, after practically an hour," I said in between laughs.
He stuck out his tongue at me grumpily. My laughter stopped and a lump formed in my throat. Why does he have to be so frustratingly cute? I thought.
"So," he said, breaking the silence.
"So," I echoed. I smoothed down my skirt, then looked at him, flustered. "Um, then we have the soccer..."
After 3 hours, we finally took a break. I stretched my arms and legs and yawned. "Muggles sure know how to tire people."
Granger grinned at me and waved her wand. An odd orange-coloured ball appeared. "Why don't you try it?" She suggested before throwing the ball at me.
I, of course, caught it effortlessly. I am, after all, a Seeker. "What do I do with this?" I asked, uncertain.
She laughed at me and I frowned in return. Nobody laughs at Malfoys. "Well, Mr. Catch-On-Fast, you could try bouncing it," she said in that know-it-all voice of hers.
Annoyed, I threw it onto the floor, hard. It bounced back, just as hard, hitting me on the forehead. "Ouch!" I exclaimed, catching the ball and inspecting it with profound respect.
After 10 minutes, I began to understand the art of basketball. "Check this out!" I said, doing a stunt that includes a dribble between my legs.
Granger laughed and cheered.
"How's that for Mr. Catch-On-Fast?" I smirked.
Before going to bed, she said to me, "Oh, you can have the basketball." She turned and climbed up the stairs leading to her room. "Good night."
"Thanks, Granger," I called, dribbling the ball to my room.
I didn't see her watching me wistfully.
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