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Chapter List
- 1-The Compulsory Muggle Studies Class
- 2-Chapter 02
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A/N: Sorry!!! I
think I didn't explain myself all that well (lack of sleep and all
that) The people you choose in the prompt won't be an actual
slash/het/femslash pairing, it will just be the focus of that
chapter, like Harry and Theo were in the first chapter and now with
Draco and Seamus.

Title: The
Compulsory Muggle Studies Class

Chapter: 02 –
The Weasley Invasion!

Warnings:
Some slash, some femslash, some disturbing content due to a fertile
mind.

Summary:
Voldemort's dead and now every magical child not raised by a muggle
or with muggle roots has to attend the Muggle Studies Class.
Hermione, following by a weird sense of duty, enrols both herself,
Ron and Harry in those classes.

The
Weasley Invasion! (Draco and Seamus)

Asked
by Rye

It was the first trip
to the muggle world, it wasn't somewhere large (like London) neither
was it somewhere totally isolated, it was a town at the south-west of
England and the fifth year students were there to have lunch, but not
just any lunch. A typical muggle lunch for teenagers, and while most
purebloods entertained the idea of a fancy restaurant with staff
waiting and heavenly scents, the muggleborns and muggle raised knew
it could only mean one of two options:

McDonald's or Burger
King.

Harry, Hermione and
Seamus Finnigan led the purebloods to the establishment they
immediately recognised as the Land of Ronald McDonald. Harry and
Seamus grinned at each other, before the Irish half-blood ran to the
door, rushing inside and already starting to ask for a Big Mac when
Professor McGonagall shouted after him.

“Mr. Finnigan!
Get back here this instant! You're not a hooligan!” The
transfiguration professor admonished, glaring at her Gryffindor.

She had been chosen to
accompany Professor Burbage in that trip and anyone looking at her
face could tell she was not a happy cookie at the moment.

They walked inside the
restaurant, the purebloods looking around them with dawning horror as
they looked at the muggles around them, getting trays with something
inside wrapped paper, a huge cup of something or other, some fries
and red and yellow stuff, all trays were covered with a paper of a
red headed man with a war painted face smiling, behind him a purple
glob, a harpie and a thief. They had to be in the wrong place, they
had to!

Seamus watched as Harry
and Hermione dragged Ron, Neville, Nott and Goldstein to a corner to
explain about muggle money, he looked around for his own partners and
found Malfoy and Crabbe already at the register, yelling at the
woman.

“What do you mean
you don't take my money! Do you know who I am?!” the blond
shouted, getting the attention of most of the seating people and
glares from the ones in line.

“Sir, we're n-not
all-allowed to take....”

“I don't care
what you're allowed to do or not! You've got to take my money!”
the blond shouted, Parkinson muttering about simpletons and muggles
behind him.

Seamus approached with
a heavy sigh, grabbing the blond by the biceps and dragging him away
from the crowd, sheepishly saying sorry to the cashier.

“Sorry about him,
mental illness, he's harmless though, just sort of unstable!”
he grinned at her, before pushing the blond in front of him.

“Idiot woman,
what do you mean they won't take my money!” He growled, just
loud enough for the whole restaurant to hear. Seamus just rolled his
eyed, opening his mouth to berate the young man when a voice beat him
to it.

“Draco,”
Theodore Nott said, passing by them as he went to wait in line for
his turn. “Behave!”

The platinum blond just
glared at the brunette before staring at Seamus. “Well, what
are you waiting for? Go get me some food! Some edible food!” he
sneered.

Seamus just rolled his
eyes, before staring at Malfoy again. “Grow up you prat! What
sort of money did you bring?”

“What do you mean
what sort of money, real money you prat!” he sneered again,
pulling out of his pocket a handful of galleons and sickles.

Seamus felt like
hitting him.

“No you bloody
idiot! The Professor asked for muggle money! Muggle! Paper-money! Not
bloody gold coins! How thick can you be?!” The Irish groaned,
picking up a galleon. “Just one of these would be enough to buy
lunch to everyone in the place, muggles, wizards and even the odd bug
or two,” he shook his head, glaring at the blond before
stalking off to Harry and Hermione. He found them ordering already,
the pureblood company staring at the trays with a mix of dread and
curiosity.

“Hey Harry!”
Seamus called, getting a polite smile and an inquiring look in
return. “Do you have any spare money? Malfoy brought only
galleons!” He rolled his eyes, his hands inside his pockets.

“He did?
Figures...” Hermione whispered, getting some pound notes and
handing it to Seamus. Watching in amusement as the Irish boy stalked
back to his company.

“Here you git!”
He scowled at the blond, handing the notes and quickly explaining how
they worked to the blond before shoving him in the direction of the
register. “Order me some Crispy Chicken will ya?!” He
yelled, trying to find a seat near the front to see the show.

He wasn't disappointed.
Malfoy screamed and shouted and hissed and he thrust the money at the
lady.

Pretending not to see
McGonagall staring disapprovingly at him, he continued to snicker,
continuing until he had a stitch on his side and Malfoy was walking
up to him, his tray in front of him and a glare on his face.

“Think it's
funny, do you?” Draco sneered, banging the tray with more force
than necessary. Unfortunately – for Draco Malfoy – as he
banged the tray, the cup topped to the side, showing up a picture of
the red headed man.

The Malfoy spawn stared
at it for a second before slowly turning to the only other redhead in
his class... Ronald Weasley.

“They're
procreating!” He whispered, eyes wide as he stared at the
seemingly innocent redhead. He had known that Weasleys were evil! But
no one had listened to him... no one! It was nothing short of
unnatural to have that many children!

Unfortunately for
Draco, Seamus heard the comment and, thinking of doing one his
friends a favour, he leaned forward pretending to mop away the juice
– figures a Malfoy would ask for juice instead of soda!

“Sometimes I
think the Weasleys are taking over the world.” Seamus muttered,
seemingly to himself. That simple sentence was enough to halt
whatever Malfoy was about to say or do...

“Taking over the
world?” Draco hissed at the half-blood, eyes wide.

“Yes... first
with their multiplying tactics, I mean -”

“What multiplying
tactics?!” Draco hissed again, eyed even wider than before, a
hysterical note entering his voice.

“Well... you
didn't really think all those redheads were actually Mr. and Mrs.
Weasley children, did you? You can't have that many children, it's
just not possible! I found this out from Ron actually, promise you
won't say anything?” Seamus asked, and if Draco had been paying
attention, he would have noticed the unholy glint of mischief in
Seamus' eyes.

“I promise!”

“Well... Mr.
Weasley's father started this restaurant chain a while ago, nothing
fancy, as you can see. Hamburgers, fries, soda, juice and ice-cream.
But that's not all... he put a glamoured picture of one of his
forefathers, the man was a Charms Master and a Potions Master you see
and he did a few alterations on his own image. Anyone who spent a lot
of time looking would get the urge to become a Weasley!”

“No! You're
kidding, right?!”

“'Course I'm not!
Now shut up and let me finish!” Seamus grumbled, wondering just
how naïve Malfoy was. Potion Master? A Weasley? More like
pranking Masters! “Not only did he charm the pictures,”
he continued, “but he also put a potion on the food. The more
you eat it, the more like a Weasley you become. First come the
freckles, then the skin starts to lighten up and easy to get a
sunburn, then the voice changes and finally... the hair!”
Seamus had to force himself not to snicker at Malfoy's horrified
face.

For a person who spewed
the pureblood propaganda left and right, and who firmly believed
himself to be superior to everyone else, Draco Malfoy was
surprisingly naïve.

“It's a gradual
thing, so no one will notice it. But it happens... just look at the
Weasleys! Five out of their seven children are not their children at
all! They are, in fact, missing member of society! They were changed!
And that's not all... they multiply themselves, sure but after
that... after that they get that urge to live as Weasleys do.”

“As Weasleys do?”
Draco whispered, face ashen with fear. “You mean... struggling
to make ends meat, poverty, second-hand clothes, and that-that
cheerfulness, a-and the multitude of children?!”

Seamus Finnigan
blinked, who knew Malfoy had such an over-active imagination? Ah
well...

“That's exactly
it! You become one of them... just one bite and the process can
begin. And you'll become infected.”

“But... but
everyone's eating and drinking!” Draco cried, hastily getting
up from his chair, “and you too Finnigan! You're eating too!
Stop it! I don't want to live in a world full of Weasleys! Stop it!”
He cried, throwing his tray on the floor, and proceeding to wreak
havoc in the restaurant, turning trays, throwing drinks and food on
the floor.

“Cor! What did
you say to him?” Seamus grinned as heard Ron's voice, getting
yet another idea to prank the blond git, “oi! Do us a favour,
give your hamburger to Malfoy and ask him if he doesn't feel like
eating.”

“B-but... why
would I do that?” Ron asked, holding his own half-eaten Big Mac
close.

“Just do it! I
want to see the git's reaction!”

“Fine! But you'll
be paying me another one!” Ron grumbled, picking up his
sandwich and walking up to Malfoy.

“Oi! Malfoy!”
Ron shouted, getting the blond's attention.

Draco slowly turned
around, turning even more pale at the sight of the youngest son of
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, “get away from me!”

“Huh? B-but...
don't you wanna eat something?” Ron asked, offering the
sandwich to his fellow students.

And then wincing as
Malfoy started to rave and shout about a 'Weasley invasion.' He
looked back at Seamus, waiting for an explanation, but Ron could only
shook his head as he saw Seamus talking to the manager. He was dimly
aware of the Professors trying to calm down Malfoy without resorting
to using magic in front of muggles.

“I'm so, so
sorry, Mr. Noel. He's mentally unstable, you see, and he hasn't had
his medication yet.”

Years
later, during the Defence Against the Dark Arts NEWT's

“Wonderful Mr.
Malfoy! Now for the last test, it should be easy enough for you.”
The man smiled kindly, putting a closed chest in front of the blond.
With a fond smile, the man opened the chest and it was all quiet for
a moment before a red-headed man appeared in front of him, his
clothes a bright yellow with stripped sleeved and bright red shoes.

He slowly turned to
Draco, his face breaking in a kind smile as he slowly advanced on the
boy.

Throughout the castle,
from the lowest level of the dungeons to the highest part of the
Astronomy Tower, the girlish scream of one Draco Malfoy could be
heard.
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