A/N: This is purely fictional. I just thought it will be fun to make Draco this way. Draco and the
author of this story do not necessarily share the same views on Muggle music.

Pssst...Do You Wanna Know Draco's Secret?

by bohemian vixen
 
 

Chapter 1
 

In a world which Muggles think to be fictional—but in truth, isn’t—there lives a young wizard
with a huge secret.

This young wizard is NOT Harry Potter.

Harry Potter has enough exposure already. It’s about time other people of the fascinating
wizarding world get their share of attention.

And who also deserves to be noticed? Draco Malfoy. Without him (and Voldemort, of course,
how can I forget) Harry’s life will not be half as interesting.

So there. Draco Malfoy, the platinum-blond young wizard and our favorite bad boy, has a huge
secret.

Before you get any ideas, let me make some clarifications. Draco is not subjected to the
Imperius curse by his father or anyone; he isn’t in love with any ‘Mudblood’, as he so fondly
calls Muggle-born magical folk; he isn’t Slytherin’s heir (Draco is disappointed with that fact);
he isn’t abused at any way at home (well, maybe a little verbal abuse from his ‘doting’ father,
but Draco can live with that); he isn’t a Death Eater (but Draco wants to be in the future); his
family isn’t cursed; he isn’t gay; he isn’t a vampire or werewolf; he isn’t disturbed or whatever.
He’s just a typical fifteen-year-old. At least, as typical as a devastatingly handsome and
outrageously rich young wizard who seems to have everything can possibly be.

“So what’s his secret?” you ask.

Okay, I’ll tell you, but don’t tell anyone, okay? Draco might get into trouble. And if Draco
finds out that we know about his secret, he might just have to subject us to a Memory Charm
and to the Cruciatus Curse (but he hasn’t gotten around learning this one yet).

You see, Draco Malfoy is secretly fascinated with Muggle life.

Yes, it’s true. Quite surprising, isn’t it?

Draco has a huge trunk containing his collection of Muggle books, clothes, CDs (even though
he can’t play them), posters, gadgets, and other stuff under his bed. He puts a combination of
the Minimizing Charm and the Invisibility Charm on his trunk so his father will not find it.

It all started when Draco was left alone with the house-elves for a whole month last year’s
summer. His parents left for a business trip. Draco got so bored, he went exploring the huge
house he lives in—it is so huge that even though he lived there all his life, he doesn’t know
every nook and cranny of it. In the Malfoy manor, there is a secret passage that is directly
connected to the Muggle world. His father, Lucius, might be the one using the passage so
he can terrorize Muggles whenever he feels like doing it. Draco discovered the passage, and
he just couldn’t ignore it, could he? He went to Muggle London for the hell of it, even though
he was disappointed because he couldn’t curse Muggles for fun—underage wizards aren’t
supposed to use magic out of school.

And there, Draco discovered a whole world which he knew existed but never imagined. He
was fascinated with the new things he saw, tasted, and heard. He discovered Muggle music,
Muggle food, Muggle books, and other Muggle stuff which fascinated him. Everyday for that
month he returned to the Muggle world. He exchanged his wizard money for Muggle money
and bought all Muggle things which caught his fancy.

It has been a year or so, and since then, Draco returns to visit the Muggle world in secret
whenever he can. Since then, too, he has been a huge fan of the Beatles (he actually felt bad
when George Harrison died), Nirvana, Oasis, Deftones, Santana, Bush, Metallica, Blur, Kiss,
Black Sabbath, and other groups as well. He likes all of Muggle music, even classical music
and Charlotte Church (she is easy on the eyes, after all)—well, except for bubblegum pop.
He hates all the boybands with a passion—he imagines transfiguring ‘the annoying useless
pretty-boy Muggles’ into squiggly worms so he can bury them underground. And the female
performers of bubblegum pop are just as bad for him—but strictly looks-wise, he kinda
fancies Britney Spears because he thinks she’s so pretty even for his high wizard standards.
Too bad she just isn’t a witch in the least bit. They could have looked good together.

He also has a guitar which he learned to play well within months after he bought it. He never
plays it in public, of course. Too bad, because he is a great guitarist yet he must keep it a secret.

Draco also has the complete works of Shakespeare inside his trunk under the bed, along with
other Muggle literature by Browning, Hawthorne, Orwell, Dickens, Wells, and others. He has
just read ‘Lord of the Rings’ by a Muggle Tolkien. Draco is annoyed at himself for it, but he
can’t help but be amazed with the Muggles’ ideas of the wizarding world. It is so far from the
real wizarding world, but the description is so vivid and detailed that he starts to wonder that
maybe there is another wizarding world that he doesn’t know about.

Draco also has different pairs of Muggle-made sneakers, rubber shoes, jeans, and sunglasses
in his trunk. He even owns a leather jacket. And there are other curious Muggle stuff he owns—
a used movie pass, a floppy diskette (he doesn’t know how it works), a pair of headphones
which isn’t connected to anything (so it’s useless, anyway), a piece of plastic with ‘phone card’
printed on the center, a mechanical toy robot (Draco is amazed Muggles can make things move
even without magic), a poster of a famous basketball player, Playboy magazines (hey, he is a
hormonal fifteen-year old, after all, though he finds it weird to see stationary pictures), a
baseball mitt, a golf ball, among other things.

And yes, Draco is rather attached to Darth Vader and to all the fictional villains of Muggle
entertainment.

But even if he was fascinated with Muggle things, that does not mean that his attitude towards
‘Mudbloods’ changed.

In fact, Draco is very uneasy and annoyed about his secret fascination. He fought it, he tried to
ignore it, but he just couldn’t. So he resigned himself to the fact and decided to feed his curiosity,
but he justifies what he feels by reasoning this to himself: he is fascinated with dragons and
benefits from them—judging from his large collection of expensive dragonhide boots and coats—
but that does not mean that he considers dragons his equal. Dragons are animals, for crying out
loud. Yes, that’s how low Draco looks at ‘Mudbloods’ and Muggles—at the animal level.
Muggle life is something that amuses him, something he uses and exploits for his own enjoyment,
and still, something he has power and superiority over.

As far as Draco is concerned, the wizarding world must be exclusive to purebloods. Nothing
can change that. You see, part of the reason why Draco is vehemently against ‘Mudbloods’ is
his pride on being a wizard. Draco is used to privileges which only a select few can have, and
he loves it to be that way. And for him, being a wizard is one of the most exclusive privileges
ever to be given to a very chosen few—the purebloods. Not just any purebloods, but
purebloods with ‘proper wizard feelings’, as he puts it. It is a trademark trait of a snob, but we
all know that Draco is a snob.

So this is Draco Malfoy’s state of mind when fifth year starts.

And we shall see what a year this will be…
 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The students just arrived at Hogwarts for another school year. Dumbledore has just announced
that for the sake of students’ well-roundedness, there will be an addition to the curriculum for
fourth year students and up.  The addition called Special Topics, and it is mandatory for fourth
to seventh years to take it. The subject list, sign-up sheet, and class schedules are posted on
the doors of the school entrance.

After dinner, Draco and the whole Slytherin lot look at the list, deciding what subjects to take.

Under the list of Special Topics are various subjects, which include:

   1.)      Physical Education: Quidditch Training

   2.)     Wizarding Literature

   3.)     Introduction to Wizard Psychology

   4.)     Practical Magic: Useful Everyday Spells

   5.)     Vampires and Werewolves

   6.)     After Hogwarts: Career Options

   7.)     Cultural Awareness: Magic Around the World

   8.)     Culinary Magic

   9.)     Dueling Club

   10.)  Elementary Self-Defense

   11.)   Basic Care for Domestic Magical Pets

   12.)  Everyday Muggle Life: A Hands-On Approach

   13.)  Foreign Languages: Goblinese and Trollspeak

   14.)  Ethics of Magic Use

   15.)  Wizard Art Through the Ages

   16.)  Performing Arts, the Wizard Way

   17.)  Technical Magic: Wizarding Wireless and Other Communication Means

   18.)  Personalized Spells and Customized Potions
 

Every fifth year to seventh year student is required to take at least three of these subjects.

Draco knows what he will take. He will take up subjects 1, 5, 9, 18 and…12. Surely, his
father will find about his taking up of a class about Muggles, but Draco has thought of a great
excuse already. He can simply say that he is taking it up so he can find easier ways to torture
Muggles and ‘Mudbloods’. As for his friends…he doesn’t have to explain anything to them.
He isn’t obliged to explain, anyway. He’s sure that no one will give him a hard time about it.
No one will dare.

He takes a quill out of his pocket and signs in the sign-up sheets for the said subjects.

“Draco, are you sure about number twelve?” asks Pansy, an uncertain look on her face.

“Yes, I am,” Draco answers simply.

“But-but why?” Pansy asks in disbelief.

“Because I want to,” answers Draco in a frosty voice. That shut Pansy up.

And Pansy isn’t the only one who shut up.  No one dares to question Draco Malfoy why he
signed up for a class about Muggles.

Everybody is wondering and shocked about it, but no one is ridiculing and teasing Draco. Draco
is the BMOC, or Big Man on Campus—popular, handsome, rich, influential, athletic, enigmatic,
and also merciless—so it’s not surprising that nobody wants to displease him.
 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The next day—the first day of classes of the new school year, Hermione rushes to her class
after Herbology, which is her Everyday Muggle Life class. Hermione’s schedule is full—she’s
the Gryffindor prefect, she’s still taking up Arithmancy and she signed up for fourteen out of
eighteen of the Special Topics.  She wants to take up all—well, except for Quidditch Training—
but the schedules overlap. She can use a Time-Turner, but she doesn’t want to use it again,
not for a long time anyway. It’s exhausting and mind-boggling.

She finally finds the room and goes inside. She is very glad to see that the teacher, whoever
she or he is, isn’t there yet. Exhausted from running, she settles on the first empty seat she finds,
which is in the front row. She looks over her right shoulder and scanned the room. There is no
one she knows in this class.  There are familiar faces—one of whom is Che (or is it Chi?), the
Ravenclaw seeker—but she doesn’t know anybody. At least there is no Slytherin, and Hermione
is grateful for that. Some of the students have grouped themselves and are now talking in little
huddles. Hermione sighs and looks to her right only to see a flash of platinum-blond hair whose
owner can only be…

Draco Malfoy. Sitting at the desk just right beside her. His face is expressionless, his eyes
staring straight at the blackboard at the front of the class.

Hermione’s eyes almost fell out of their sockets in shock. “Malfoy?” she squeaks.

Malfoy looks at her with a malevolent smile on his lips, but he doesn’t say anything.

Hermione just has to make sure that she isn’t seeing things. This is a class about Muggles, after
all. Seeing Malfoy here can be a sign of insanity on her part. Before Hermione can stop herself,
she pinches Malfoy’s arm, just to make sure that he is real.

Malfoy looks at her in surprise, disgust, and indignation. “What did you do that for, huh,
Granger?!” he bellows. “I’ll hex you if you can’t get your hands off me.”

Hermione is still in surprise so she can’t think of smart-aleck comebacks. All she can say is,
“What are you doing here, Malfoy? Are you in this class?”

“Yes I am. So what is that to you? Do you have to put your nose in everyone’s business? You
just have to be a know-it-all, huh?” Malfoy says spitefully.

Hermione is enraged. “Well, I’m just reminding you that you are in Everyday Muggle Life class.
Muggle, get it? I was just thinking that you’re too self-absorbed so you got lost along the way!!!”
she cried shrilly.

“I know what class this is and I enrolled in this, you—you Mudblood!” Malfoy hollers.

Hermione stands up upon hearing this. “Some nerve you got, Malfoy! You just enrolled in this
to mock Muggles and the so-called ‘Mudbloods’!!!”

“What do you know about why I enrolled in this class, Grang—“ Malfoy is cut off by an “Ahem”.

Silence.

And again, “Ahem,” says a delicate-featured, middle-aged witch with short black hair. But her
delicate motherly features are now contorted in a hard, tiger-like expression. She is standing on
the platform in front of the class, looking sternly at the two students who are having a row.

‘Uh-oh. First day of classes, my first day as prefect, and now this,’ Hermione thinks miserably.

“What is this all about, young lady and young man?” the witch, who seems to be the professor,
asks.

Hermione opens her mouth to explain and apologize, but Malfoy gets to it first.

In an oh-so-innocent and sickeningly charming voice, Malfoy says, “You see, ma’am, I was just
sitting here minding my own business and suddenly Hermione Granger asked me why I’m in this
class, as if I don’t have a right to be here…”
 
 
 

A/N: Hope you’re intrigued enough to like this one. :D Please read and review so I’ll know whether
or not I’ll continue this one. Thanks!!!
 

Chapter 2