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Muggle Things	By : RavieSnake Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 54521 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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"Here!" Hermione said, thrusting a pair of jeans, t-shirt and trainers into Draco's arms the moment he stepped out of her Floo Saturday afternoon. "Hurry and change."
Draco juggled the items in his arms and a trainer fell to the floor. He frowned down at it before looking up at Hermione who'd already rushed away down the hall.
"Happy Birthday, Draco," he called out sarcastically as he set his clothes on the side table to sort them out. Hermione came back in with her bag.
"Sorry," she said somewhat breathlessly, "but you're late and we really need to get going in order to keep our slot."
"Slot for what?" Draco asked, tugging off his button-down shirt and tossing it aside.
Hermione stole a glance at his bare chest before picking up his dropped shoe. "For your surprise of course," she answered.
"It's my birthday, I think you can finally tell me what it is," Draco chuckled, pulling on his t-shirt.
"No," she shook her head, avoiding looking as he then lowered his trousers and kicked them aside, "I'm not telling you until we get there."
He pulled his jeans on quickly and stuffed his ID and credit card into his back pocket. "And how are we getting there?"
Hermione reached into her bag and pulled out a set of keys. "I'm driving us there."
Draco's eyes sparkled as he watched her jingle the keys. "Is that safe?" he teased, bending down to lace up a trainer. Hermione threw his other shoe at him.
"I'm a very safe driver, thank you," she replied haughtily. Draco simply smirked at her and pulled on the shoe. He stood and looked down at his new attire.
"Just needs one more thing," he said before taking off down the hall to the stairs.
"Draco! We don't have time!"
He came back down twenty seconds later, threading one of his belts around his waist. Hermione rolled her eyes and yanked her front door open.
"Let's go!" she called from the doorway when Draco continued to stand in place admiring his outfit. He looked up and gave her a playful smolder.
"Tell me I don't look good right now," he said, puffing his chest slightly and running a hand across his scalp to muss his hair.
Hermione pursed her lips and looked him up and down. She released the door handle from her grip and stepped up to him. Draco arched an eyebrow as he watched her give him another once over and then reach forward to tuck in just the front of his t-shirt to reveal his belt buckle. She cocked her head at the Celtic knot design of the brushed nickel buckle and then tugged it slightly to center it over his waistline. After an approving nod at his outfit, she then looked up to scrutinize his hair.
Draco held perfectly still as Hermione reached up and rumpled his hair for him again and then picked at a few stray strands to make them lay just so.
"There," she said, stepping back, "perfect."
"Perfect?" Draco waggled his eyebrows. Hermione shrugged.
"Well, you could do with a tan."
Draco pouted a little and Hermione rolled her eyes with a laugh. "Oh, will you get your devilishly handsome arse out the door so we can go already?"
"Devilishly handsome?" Draco smirked smugly, passing Hermione to strut out the door.
"Oh, just get in the car," Hermione ordered, stepping out behind him and pulling the door closed. She heard Draco whistle.
"Nice ride," he said with an impressed nod at the car parked in her driveway. Hermione snorted.
"How long have you been itchin' to say that little Muggle tidbit?"
Draco shrugged and strode across the lawn to the driveway. "A while. Did I sound like a Muggle?" he asked, running a hand along the length of Hermione's car as he made his way around it to the passenger side.
"Thoroughly," Hermione smiled, pulling open her car door. "It's unlocked."
Draco opened his door and slid into his seat. He shut the door and looked about eagerly. He started pressing at buttons and Hermione slapped his hand after shutting her own door.
"No touching," she warned as she started the ignition.
"Violent," Draco said, cradling his hand in an exaggerated fashion.
"You have no idea," she smirked, "Now put on your seat belt."
Draco watched Hermione pull the strap of her own seat belt across her body to click it in place and then copied her to secure his.
"And what is the point of these straps?" he asked, tugging at the belt where it rested over his chest.
"You've been in a car before," Hermione said as she shifted to pull out into the road.
"Only twice," Draco replied, "and I didn't wear these when I did."
Hermione frowned sideways at him. "Seat belts are a safety device. They keep you from ejecting through the windshield in the event of a collision."
Draco looked at her horrified. "What?"
"It will keep you in the car if we crash," she reworded.
"I understood you the first time," he frowned back, "Why the hell do you not have cushioning charms or anything in place?"
"Draco," Hermione said, shaking her head as she drove, "there are limits to magic. I'm sure that comes as a shock to you, but a cushioning charm is not going to save you when you slam to a stop going 60 miles an hour."
"And this will?" he asked, nervously gripping the belt.
"If you're lucky," Hermione replied evenly. Draco tensed slightly as she accelerated and Hermione made a face.
"If you're scared of going too fast, we might as well turn around right now," she sighed.
"I'm not scared!" Draco said, releasing the belt and lowering his hands. He narrowed his eyes at her. "And why would my not liking the fact that I'm currently in mortal danger mean we need to turn around?"
Hermione grinned slyly. "Because the car you're about to ride in can reach speeds up to 240 miles an hour."
Draco gaped at her. "I'm sorry, what?"
"I've arranged for you to take a ride in one of the fastest production cars in the world."
"Is…is that my surprise?" Draco asked in disbelief. Hermione nodded with an affirmative hum.
"You seemed so enthralled with the race scenes in that one film that I thought…well, I thought it might excite you to actually experience that type of speed," she explained. "That and I think it's important that you understand just how much power Muggles are capable of creating."
Draco looked at her stunned for a moment and then settled back into his seat. "How fast are we traveling right now?" he asked curiously. Hermione glanced down at the gauges on her dash and shrugged.
"About 40 miles per hour."
Draco looked back out the window at the passing scenery. "Two hundred and forty…" he whispered.
"Should I turn back?" Hermione asked anxiously. "I won't feel bad if you don't wan-"
"No, it's not that," Draco interrupted, "it's just…the Firebolt tops out at 150 and the best Thunderbolt at 180. I can't…I can't even imagine…"
"Muggle airplanes go between 500 and 600 miles per hour," Hermione informed him with a smug grin. "And the space shuttle exceeds 17,000."
Draco shook his head in awe. "How is that even possible?"
Hermione turned her face to him as they stopped at a light. "I told you. Wizards are not the only ones with magic."
Draco looked back at her thoughtfully for a moment, but then merely returned his gaze out his window. They drove for a time in silence until Draco spoke again.
"A car that drives that fast can't be very common," he commented suddenly. He turned to look at Hermione again. "Or cheap."
Hermione nodded. "I knew you were smart."
Draco frowned slightly. "How did you arrange for me to ride in one?"
"When your parents are both doctors you tend to meet people with very expensive toys," she answered with a shrug.
"I don't understand," Draco said, furrowing his brow, "what does being a…uh doctor have to do with expensive things?"
"It's one of the highest paid professions in the Muggle world," she answered with a furrowed brow of her own, "They're the equivalent of Healers. My father is one of the best dentists in Australia and my mother is an oral surgeon, Draco."
"So, what are you saying? That you're wealthy?" he asked skeptically.
"No, my parents are. They're certainly not your level wealthy, but they're upper-class enough to know people that own cars that most people haven't even heard of."
"So, your parents know this person that is going to let us use the fast car?"
Hermione nodded. "My Uncle Mark…well, not really my uncle. He's my father's best mate from university. He owns a racetrack and several high-performance cars. He allows people to come and experience the thrill of racing…for a price of course."
"And how much is this going to cost me?" Draco asked.
"Nothing," Hermione said simply.
"Nothing?" he repeated.
Hermione smiled as they turned into the drive of the track property. "Happy Birthday, Draco," she said, the topic of pricing instantly forgotten as Draco leaned against the window to watch a car zoom along the straightaway of the racetrack a little ways in the distance.
"Sweet, fucking Merlin," he said breathlessly at the sight. Hermione smiled wider as she pulled into a parking space and checked the clock on her dash.
"We made it just in time. Your turn's up next."
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"Little Mia!" a tall, impeccably dressed, dark-haired man said cheerfully as he came out of the back office of the track's operations building.
"Uncle Mark," Hermione smiled back as the man came up and gave her a firm, fatherly hug. Mark took a step back and looked at her fondly.
"Though, not so little anymore, are you, Mia? Sakes alive…I don't think I've seen you since before your folks made for the outback."
Hermione blushed a little and nodded. "Yes, it's been too long. It is really very good to see you. And I do hope that it wasn't too much trouble to fit us in on such short notice."
Mark waved at her impatiently. "Anything for you. Lord knows I owe your father enough to put me in the red." He chuckled and then noticed Draco standing awkwardly to the side.
"Is this Draco?" he asked, pointing to him. At Hermione's nod, Mark stepped up to him and held out his hand.
"Mark…Mark Mitchell," he introduced himself professionally. Draco glanced once at Hermione and then stuck out his hand to shake the one offered to him.
"Draco Malfoy," he nodded back politely. Mark's grip tightened as he leaned his face close to Draco's and eyed him sternly.
"You treatin' my Mia right?" he demanded, suddenly looking angry. Draco's eyes went wide and he visibly stammered to respond.
"I…I…uh…"
"Oh, I'm just hasslin' you," Mark said with a loud jovial laugh, slapping Draco hard on the back. He released his hand and ruffled Draco's hair affectionately. "If Mia trusts you, you must be alright. Come on, kid…let's get you suited up for the ride of your life, eh!?"
"Suited up?" Draco asked with a nervous glance at Hermione.
"Mia sprung for you to have the full experience, kid," Mark said, ushering Draco to a door.
"Mr. Mitchell? The paperwork?" a woman sitting behind a nearby counter called out. Mark halted in his steps and made an exaggerated huff.
"Blasted paperwork," Mark said, redirecting Draco to the counter. "Make it quick, Janet. We've got engines waitin' for revvin'!"
The woman swiftly assembled a clipboard with several papers and slid it across the counter as Hermione stepped up to it to stand beside Draco.
"Sign by the x's, and I need your identification, please," Janet instructed as Draco took the clipboard from her. He furrowed his brow at it and then looked sideways at Hermione.
"What the hell am I signing?" he whispered as he pulled his ID from his back pocket and set it on the counter.
"Just something that says you won't blame me if you die," Mark answered, slapping him on the back again. Draco looked up at him with an eyebrow cocked up into his hairline and Mark laughed again loudly. "Don't fret, kid. My drivers are the best. Now let's get this office mumbo-jumbo rollin'," he said, picking Draco's ID off the counter. He glanced at it, then did a double take, and then looked at Hermione.
"Mia?" he questioned with a stern expression of parental concern. "This address looks rather familiar."
Hermione shifted uncomfortably on her feet. "Yes, well…it would look familiar wouldn't it?" she cast her gaze about, avoiding his. Mark looked between her and Draco (who was pointedly focusing his attention to signing the papers) and then handed the ID to Janet with a smile.
"Ready then?" he asked, without further comment on the address, as Draco slid the clipboard back across the counter.
"Yes, sir," Draco said, with a deep breath. Mark nodded approvingly and with a motion for Hermione to follow, led Draco back to the door.
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"You look good," Hermione beamed at Draco as he stepped out of the building onto the siding of the track. He set aside the racing helmet in his hands and tugged at the collar of the black and white, full body racing suit he had on.
"I always look good," he smirked.
Hermione rolled her eyes, but smiled as Mark came out and placed a hand to Draco's shoulder. "There she is," the older man said, pointing to a car coming down the track, "my fastest baby."
Draco eyed the bright orange car greedily as it approached and slowed to pull up to them. "Nice ride," he said. Hermione stifled a snicker and Mark grinned at his enthusiasm and squeezed his shoulder.
"Helmet on, kid," he said and Draco hefted the helmet from the cement pylon he'd set it on. He leaned over to Hermione.
"A kiss for luck?" he asked, batting his eyes innocently. Hermione shoved at him and he chuckled as he pulled the helmet snuggly down over his head. "Worth a try," he muffled behind it with a shrug.
Mark shook his head at the two of them, but said nothing as he stepped up to the car and lifted its vertical-lifting side door up and open. He leaned down to say something to the driver and then waved at Draco to come.
Draco gave Hermione one last excited look. "If I die, I'm coming back to haunt you," he winked behind the visor of the helmet and then jogged over to the car. Hermione sighed and crossed her arms as she watched Mark assist Draco into the low seat and adjusted the safety harness around his torso. Mark said something to Draco, who nodded, and then stood straight to shut the door. Hermione held her breath as Draco was lost to her sight within the car and it began to pull away.
"What did you say to the driver?" Hermione asked Mark when he came back to stand next to her.
Mark smirked. "I told him to give it all she has and to add an extra round of laps!" he shouted over the sound of the engine.
"You didn't have to do tha-"
"There he goes!" Mark interrupted, nudging Hermione in the side to watch the track.
"Draco," she gasped involuntarily with a hand to her chest at the shock of seeing just how impossibly fast the car was already going.
"He's safe, Mia!" Mark said, his eyes trained on the car that was already coming back around to pass them. The wind coming off of it as it flew by in a blur whipped Hermione's air wildly and she clamped her arms over her head.
"Oh, my god! It looks so fast this close!" she yelled, leaning closer to Mark.
"They're not even at full speed yet!" he hollered back. Hermione bit her lip, her anxious whimper drowned out by the wind.
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Draco's knuckles were white as he gripped at the harness securing him to the seat and a steady torrent of expletives poured incoherently out of his mouth. The driver to his right laughed loudly.
"Get ready!" the man shouted, "Here comes the fast part!"
"Fast part!?" Draco yelled back, his helmeted head rattling against the seat with the vibrations of the intense speed. The driver smiled behind his own helmet and shifted gears to send the car lurching forward at its maximum velocity. Draco's mouth pulled into a wide smile even as he screamed.
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"They're coming back in now!" Mark clapped and then waved both hands over his head at the approaching car as it slowed down the straightaway. The driver pulled into a nearby pit and Mark jogged the short distance to it.
He went to the passenger side and pulled up the door. He swiftly undid the harness keeping Draco confined to the seat and then offered him his hand to help him out. Draco took it and exited the car with a hop. He released his hand only to yank off his helmet and lift it high in the air like a trophy and whoop so loudly that the noise echoed. Mark chuckled at him as Hermione came sprinting up to them with an enormous smile.
"Oh, my gosh, you were going SO fast!" she said excitedly. "Did you have fu-"
Her words were cut short when Draco suddenly pitched forward and flung his arms around her. He kissed her square on the lips, swept her off of her feet and whirled her around with another whoop.
"That was fucking awesome!" he yelled joyously, setting down and releasing the dazed looking Hermione to turn back to Mark. He shook the man's hand enthusiastically as the two began talking to the driver that'd also gotten out.
Hermione swayed slightly on her feet and touched her hand to her mouth. She clasped her other hand back to her heart as her eyes followed the adrenaline-high Draco – his hair sweaty and mussed from the helmet, his flushed face lit-up with a smile so wide it looked painful - as he spoke animatedly with the other two men about his ride.
"Did you see us, Hermione!?" Draco asked elatedly, looking back at her suddenly. "Did you see us!?"
She nodded dumbly and Draco turned back again to shake the driver's hand and then Mark's once more.
"I have got to get me one of these!" Draco said, looking covetously at the car. Mark laughed and slapped a hand to his shoulder.
"You'll have to get about £3,000,000 first," he said.
"Not a problem," Draco replied, still eyeing the car. "Hermione, you want one too?"
Mark laughed again. "This kid's funny," he said looking at Hermione, "I can see why you like him."
Hermione blushed, but didn't respond as Mark led Draco around the rear of the car where the driver had opened a hatch to reveal the engine. She joined them, her eyes never leaving Draco's face as he smiled and laughed and awed over the Muggle machine before him with the others.
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"So, why does he call you Mia?" Draco asked with a grin as Hermione turned onto her street.
Hermione grinned back. "When I was little I couldn't quite figure out how to say my name. I used to say 'Her-mia.' Uncle Mark thought it was hilarious and has called me Mia ever since."
"I think I'm going to start calling you that," Draco teased. Hermione shook her head at him.
"So, did you enjoy your birthday surprise?" she asked, changing the subject as she pulled into her driveway. Draco chuckled.
"Are you kidding? That was the single most thrilling thing I've ever done," he reminisced excitedly. Hermione smirked as she got out and shut her door. Draco did the same and then leaned forward to fold his arms over the roof of her car as he addressed her. "I still can't believe you arranged that."
Hermione gave a half shrug. "It was nothing," she smiled back.
"No, it was bloody brilliant," Draco insisted coming around the front of the car to jog after her as she headed up the front walk to her house. Hermione merely shrugged again as she opened the door and stepped inside. Draco followed her in quickly and grabbed her elbow to turn her around to face him.
"I mean it," he said sincerely as the door clicked closed. "That…no one's ever done anything like that for me before," he added, gazing down at Hermione's wide eyes.
Hermione shook her head slightly. "It was only a few phone calls. A small price to pay to see you so happy."
They stood then in loud silence, Draco's hand still on her elbow, as they stared at each other. Hermione finally cleared her throat and tugged her arm free to her side.
"Well, I don't have any other plans tonight," she said shyly, "would…would you maybe like me to take you out for a birthday dinner?"
"No, it's okay," Draco answered at once. Hermione's face fell at that and she took a step back.
"Oh…okay," she said quietly with a weak smile, hugging her arms around her middle.
"I mean…I… I would," Draco explained, at the sight of her suddenly self-conscious stance. "It's just…my mum's already got something planned and I said I'd be there, and…"
"No, it's fine. Really," Hermione said with a forced chuckle, "Of…of course you should spend your birthday with your family. It was silly of me to think…just…you should probably get going then. I've kept you long enough and I'm sure your parents are missing you."
Draco opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but closed it again and simply took his Wizarding attire from Hermione as she gathered it from the side table and handed it to him. He quickly changed in the awkward silence as Hermione turned around to stroke Odin, who'd jumped up onto the back of a nearby chair.
"I, uh...I'm done," Draco said quietly when he was finished. Hermione merely nodded and led him then into the sitting room and picked up an earthen jar of Floo powder from beside the hearth of her fireplace. She held it out for him to grab a small handful and then set it back down.
"I really do appreciate today," Draco said, idly rubbing a thumb through the powder in his palm. "Thank you."
Hermione said nothing, but reached up and cupped his face in her hands. She tugged his head down even with hers and just as Draco's eyes widened, she turned his head to plant a soft kiss to his cheek.
"Happy Birthday, Draco Malfoy," she whispered, releasing him. He stood straight again and blinked at her like he was seeing her for the first time. He looked again like he wanted to say something, but Hermione beat him to it.
"You had better go," she said softly, "You don't want to be late for your dinner."
Draco gave her another nod with a last small smirk and then stepped back and dropped the powder to disappear into the flames of her Floo.
Hermione sighed heavily and hugged her arms tight around her torso with a look at Odin. "Well, boy," she said dismally, "it looks like another Saturday night alone."
The cat bounded over to her and jumped up into her arms and nuzzled her. Hermione laughed. "Yes, I know I have you."
She turned to start walking out of the room when the Floo behind her suddenly roared to life again. She whirled around to see Draco stepping back out, his face set in an expression of smug determination as he looked up and met Hermione's startled gaze.
"So, where are you taking me for dinner?"
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A/N: Sorry for the wait. Real life and other story and all…
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Exchange rate in 2004: approx. £.54 GBP = $ 1USD So: £3 million = $5.6 million
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