An Education - Dramione

Muggle Studies

A short intro to the story, more will come soon.
K.

Hermione heaves out a sigh as she drops into her seat, her book bag hitting the floor with a harsh "clunk". Properties spill out slightly sliding inches towards the chair beside her.
Draco's harsh glare finds her immediately, his eyes narrowing in distaste as they slide down to her books on the floor.
"At least have some manner Granger, no need to throw things around."
"My apologies Malfoy, I know it must be difficult for you to imagine taking a full line of classes" Hermione snarls back, leaning over to shove her books back into her bag.
Draco's chuckle seems to reverberate around her as the toe of his shoe presses firmly down on one of her pages.
Her schedule.
"Let go Malfoy."

Instead, the blond leans over and picks up the sheet, eyes skimming the contests with morbid curiosity.
"Contrary to your belief Granger, we share all of our classes, of course I also participate in quidditch on the side so who truly has the workload?"
"Try debate team and head girl," she snaps, patience wearing thin as she reaches out to snatch her schedule put of his grip. His hand only tightens around the paper, moving it further out of her reach.

"See that truly is unfortunate for you then because I will be head boy Granger. I did ask for the head girl to remain uninformed initially as I was not arriving by train but I assumed you would have worked it out by now."
"Why would I assume you of all people could get head boy,"
"Because despite the performances of last year, I still performed better than every male in the year, interesting how that works isn't it?"

Hermione reaches out further for her paper, arm brushing Draco's chest as she leans.
His low chuckle sends chills up her spine as he mumbles his next words, "Get away from me Granger, or else I'll keep the stupid paper."
With a huff of frustration, Hermione pulls back and holds out her hand stubbornly.
He only grins maliciously and drops the paper on the floor in front of him, returning it to the place he took it from.

Lowering herself to the ground, she gently picked up the slightly crumpled paper, waving a hand to straighten it before tucking it into her bag.

"Class please find your seats." A loud voice comes from the front of the class room, startling Hermione as she slides back into her seat. Her knee bumps against the leg of the table and she winces, letting out a quiet gasp.
Draco's gaze snapped to her unwillingly before returning to the teacher.

"Due to the circumstances of the war, Ms Burbage is unable to return to Hogwarts for this year. My name is Ms Churchill and I will be teaching you all Muggle Studies. One of the first concepts we will be covering is communication. As a mandated subject I believe it is important for you all to understand the varying types of slang used by muggles. I will assign you into pairs and you will present the findings of your given topic to the class in two weeks. It is important to understand muggles do not rely on post as we do, they use technology to communicate and your presentation should reflect accordingly."
Hermione's shoulders dropped in frustration, she had hoped to be exploring something interesting in Muggle studies, perhaps the myths and folklore that muggles believe in, certainly not the slang they use in messages.

"These will be your pairs and assigned topics, Hannah and Blaise will study acronyms, Neville and Parvati will study song terminology, Draco and Hermione will study innuendo's and double meanings, Pansy and"
Hermione's hearing began to fade out as what she had just heard sunk in.
She was studying with Draco Malfoy.
A cold sensation ran across her body, slowing to drag down her spine and she shivered, flinching at the displeasure of it.

"Relax for one second would you Granger, now what the fuck are muggle double meanings,"
"She also said innuendo's"
"I know what a fucking innuendo is Granger, believe me,"Hermione would swear she heard his voice lower slightly with the last two words, a different edge to his tone and his eyes slightly less angry.

"Off the top of my head, I don't know Malfoy," she groans, leaning back in her chair with a frustrated sigh.
"Well then what is the point of being paired with a muggle" he snarls, slamming his book shut as he glared at her.
Hermione buzzes with anger as her hand twitches, "Tell me some innuendos then if you know so many."
He rolls his eyes and leans back in his chair, "You want to hear sex innuendos Granger,"
"How many are muggle ones Malfoy?"
His movements slowed slightly as he stared at her, eyes unblinking.
"You same some them Granger, are you gonna tell me all the muggle terms to describe how you touch yourself at night, all lonely and crying over that pathetic Weasley."
Hermione pulled back, her eyebrows dipping is shock.

"Perhaps I actually know more than those for single people," She snarls, her mind slowly losing rationality in an attempt to prove she isn't lonely.
He smirks, "Name one."
His tone had dropped now but Hermione wasn't paying enough attention to notice. She didn't notice the way he leant forward in curiosity, nor the way his eyes flicked to her lips as she said her next few words.
"Well it depends what you want to know about Malfoy, there is sixty-nine and netflix and chill, or even going down and"
he cut her off before she could say anymore.
"And what is sixty nine Granger."
Her eyes snapped to his, slight shock marring her features.
"Nevermind," she mumbled.
"Oh but now I'm curious Granger."
"Drop it Malfoy,"
He rolls his eyes before leaning back over his work and pulling out a book to research.
The rest of the class was silent, no words exchanged nor glances made.