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Muggle Studies
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
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1,909
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7
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter two
Well, here is the second chapter. This whole story is about how wizards and witches see Muggles (well, that and a 17 year old guy’s quest to get his girlfriend to give it up), so if something is said that sounds like a stereotype (mostly about gender roles), keep that in mind. This isn’t MY point of view. Please don’t be offended. Wizards’ views of things will naturally be way, way behind in the times. (sort of how some people I know think that all people in China still ride rickshaws all over...) So, enjoy and remember... reviews make me very, very happy, and happy writers mean more chapters.
By the next week, Draco and Pansy, along with 15 other students in their Muggle Studies class, were well-versed in electricity, radiators, fireplaces (that were not meant to transport), toasters, refrigerators, video cameras, and telephones. The class was moving quickly, and right on schedule, it was time for their bicycle lessons.
As he gathered the class outside where flying lessons were usually held, Professor Fitzwilliam explained a few things. “Many, many Muggles learn how to ride one of these by the time they are four or five years of age, very young! Some are better at it than others, naturally. As you will find today, it isn’t as easy as it looks.”
Draco looked at his bicycle. It was odd. It had a seat like his broom, but thinner (“How on earth is anyone’s arse supposed to fit on that!?”, he thought) but wheels sort of like a cart. Yesterday the Professor had explained to them that you use the pedals to move the wheels and push yourself along.. but he didn’t even see how it would work...
“.... So then, with that said, mount your bicycles, put your feet on the pedals and push with your right foot first on the count of three. One, two... three!”
Draco fumbled to do as told, but when it came time to pedal, he, along with 75% of the class, panicked and fell over.
Pansy laughed at him. She’d cheated and sort of walked herself along while straddling the bicycle seat. What I wouldn’t give to be that seat, Draco thought. “Very funny, Parkinson!” He told her, getting up and dusting himself off. “The joke’s on you, I’ve looked ahead to tomorrow’s lesson. We’ll see how sympathetic I am when you have to cook for me.”
**********
Sure enough, the next day was a disaster. Professor Fitzwilliam explained the different traditional roles of Muggle men and women, then announced that today, he was dividing the class up between the boys and girls. Since there was an even number of each, they would be put into pairs (one boy, one girl), and given an assignment which they would have to work together to complete. Each work station had assorted appliances and ingredients, and one cookbook. “The job Muggle men in the home,” Fitzwilliam had told them, “Is to fix all of that which is broken without the aid of instructions of any kind. A Muggle man will never use directions as a wizard would, even when they are readily available. Bear this in mind if you ever deal with Muggles, as failing to remember could raise suspicion.”
Idiots, Draco thought, I knew there are reasons we don’t associate with that.
“Muggle women, however,” Professor continued, “are required to prepare meals without any magic. However, a cookbook has been provided for you, young ladies, never fear. It is perfectly normal for a Muggle woman to use instructions, especially when just starting out. It’s not so different from preparing potions. Following the directions carefully will result in a well-cooked, delicious meal. Mistakes may result in charred, or otherwise disgusting food, even poisonous, depending on what you‘re making.”
Pansy attempted to peek into her cookbook to get a head start, but was spotted and ceased trying to cheat.
“So, that being said, your assignment is this-- Wizards, one of those appliances before you is broken. Your job is to fix it, WITHOUT help of any kind, especially from your partner, quickly as possible so that your partner has time to cook the assigned dish. Witches, the page marked is your assigned dish. You have one hour. Begin.”
It took a full five minutes for Draco to even figure out what was broken. Once he realized it was the blender, it took another ten minutes to figure out WHY and HOW it was broken.
Half an hour later, almost all the girls were well on their way to what smelled like something delicious. Pansy, however, had long given up and was sitting on a chair, rolling her eyes and playing with her chewing gum. Draco, who had loosened his tie, was red-faced and developing a facial twitch in his frustration. “Draco!” She finally cried, exasperated, “There’s just something caught in the blades! Merlin!”
Draco turned around and glared at her. “I thought he said the girls were supposed to keep their mouths shut.” However, he still listened to her and checked the blades. Sure enough, there was a walnut jammed in there.
Pansy just crossed her arms and gave him her patented, snobbish “I told you so” look. Draco sighed. He’d never hear the end of this.
By the next week, Draco and Pansy, along with 15 other students in their Muggle Studies class, were well-versed in electricity, radiators, fireplaces (that were not meant to transport), toasters, refrigerators, video cameras, and telephones. The class was moving quickly, and right on schedule, it was time for their bicycle lessons.
As he gathered the class outside where flying lessons were usually held, Professor Fitzwilliam explained a few things. “Many, many Muggles learn how to ride one of these by the time they are four or five years of age, very young! Some are better at it than others, naturally. As you will find today, it isn’t as easy as it looks.”
Draco looked at his bicycle. It was odd. It had a seat like his broom, but thinner (“How on earth is anyone’s arse supposed to fit on that!?”, he thought) but wheels sort of like a cart. Yesterday the Professor had explained to them that you use the pedals to move the wheels and push yourself along.. but he didn’t even see how it would work...
“.... So then, with that said, mount your bicycles, put your feet on the pedals and push with your right foot first on the count of three. One, two... three!”
Draco fumbled to do as told, but when it came time to pedal, he, along with 75% of the class, panicked and fell over.
Pansy laughed at him. She’d cheated and sort of walked herself along while straddling the bicycle seat. What I wouldn’t give to be that seat, Draco thought. “Very funny, Parkinson!” He told her, getting up and dusting himself off. “The joke’s on you, I’ve looked ahead to tomorrow’s lesson. We’ll see how sympathetic I am when you have to cook for me.”
**********
Sure enough, the next day was a disaster. Professor Fitzwilliam explained the different traditional roles of Muggle men and women, then announced that today, he was dividing the class up between the boys and girls. Since there was an even number of each, they would be put into pairs (one boy, one girl), and given an assignment which they would have to work together to complete. Each work station had assorted appliances and ingredients, and one cookbook. “The job Muggle men in the home,” Fitzwilliam had told them, “Is to fix all of that which is broken without the aid of instructions of any kind. A Muggle man will never use directions as a wizard would, even when they are readily available. Bear this in mind if you ever deal with Muggles, as failing to remember could raise suspicion.”
Idiots, Draco thought, I knew there are reasons we don’t associate with that.
“Muggle women, however,” Professor continued, “are required to prepare meals without any magic. However, a cookbook has been provided for you, young ladies, never fear. It is perfectly normal for a Muggle woman to use instructions, especially when just starting out. It’s not so different from preparing potions. Following the directions carefully will result in a well-cooked, delicious meal. Mistakes may result in charred, or otherwise disgusting food, even poisonous, depending on what you‘re making.”
Pansy attempted to peek into her cookbook to get a head start, but was spotted and ceased trying to cheat.
“So, that being said, your assignment is this-- Wizards, one of those appliances before you is broken. Your job is to fix it, WITHOUT help of any kind, especially from your partner, quickly as possible so that your partner has time to cook the assigned dish. Witches, the page marked is your assigned dish. You have one hour. Begin.”
It took a full five minutes for Draco to even figure out what was broken. Once he realized it was the blender, it took another ten minutes to figure out WHY and HOW it was broken.
Half an hour later, almost all the girls were well on their way to what smelled like something delicious. Pansy, however, had long given up and was sitting on a chair, rolling her eyes and playing with her chewing gum. Draco, who had loosened his tie, was red-faced and developing a facial twitch in his frustration. “Draco!” She finally cried, exasperated, “There’s just something caught in the blades! Merlin!”
Draco turned around and glared at her. “I thought he said the girls were supposed to keep their mouths shut.” However, he still listened to her and checked the blades. Sure enough, there was a walnut jammed in there.
Pansy just crossed her arms and gave him her patented, snobbish “I told you so” look. Draco sighed. He’d never hear the end of this.