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Muggle Integration Studies [2/6]
Title: Muggle Integration Studies [2/6]
Author: megyal
Rating: PG (for this chapter)
Summary: Harry lectures evening classes for adult wizards.
xposted to harrydraco, thelemontree
Lesson 1
"Hey, these jeans make my butt look good." Hermione turned and posed in the mirror, eying her own rear in appreciation. Her reflection blew a kiss to Ron's reflection, which blushed just as much as Ron himself. She straightened up and gave Ron an appreciative look. "Oh, Ron. You look dapper in that suit. You really should wear them more."
"Yes. It would make me look so very awesome during the housework," Ron said, tugging at the smart lapels wryly. "Thanks, Harry. You said I could keep this, right?"
"Yeah, I did. Luna?" He stared as Luna came out of the little back-room that served as an office to the lecture-theatre. She had on a one-piece bath-suit in a shocking orange colour, tiger-print fluffy boots on her feet. "Um. Aren't you cold?"
"Not at all!" Luna wrapped a long cloak about herself extravagantly and perched on one of the single seats placed right next to Harry's desk. "I feel so sexy. Like a Wrackspurt. Only not with the dizziness."
Harry continued to stare at her, then shook himself visibly as his students began to stream in, handing him their parchments. As he banished the long mirror and shoo'd the rest of his models to their seats, he was not surprised to note that the numbers of students had dwindled a bit. The novelty had worn off, he supposed, but it had been sort of nice to see the turnout. The Wizarding World had sworn up and down that bigotry against Muggle-borns would not continue after the demise of Voldemort, but magical people were still people, prone to relapse.
A murmur ran through the room and Harry turned to see Malfoy sail into the lecture hall... wearing jeans. And a snug t-shirt. Harry's brain tried to flee in several directions at once: one part immediately went into shock over a Malfoy wearing a t-shirt; somewhere, Narcissa Malfoy was shrieking in horror. Another section of his mind noted how co-ordinated it all was, the dark-blue of the jeans complementing the lighter blue of the t-shirt; and yet another part, the largest (and apparently the part that controlled all the blood in his body, sending it to all sorts of parts that didn't need it at this time, dammit) opined that Draco Malfoy had a very nice body, with even nicer legs that went on forever and it would be a horrible crime if that body was covered by robes ever again.
"Potter," Malfoy grinned in greeting, handing over his own neat essay. Harry took it with not a little surprise, skimmed through it and then chuckled weakly. His brain was still gleefully busy trying to imagine what Malfoy's ass looked like in those jeans.
"An electric blanket? Whatever made you choose that to report on?"
Malfoy gave him a sidelong look.
"I am fashionably slender, Potter. The price I pay is being cold all the time. I need someone to warm me up... dear me," he continued in genial tones as Harry's eyes widened. "Did I say someone? I meant something. Such a slip of this talented tongue. Ah, there's Nola, let me take my seat."
"Don't even start," Harry breathed at a smug-looking Ron, even as he thanked his stars for whoever invented jeans, surreptitiously eyeing Malfoy's rear. "Just don't."
"Hi, welcome back," he started unsteadily, steadfastly ignoring the titters of his friends behind him. "This section is Muggle dress. Most of you, especially those younger ones, might have an idea of all this. Muggles, for the most part and in the English culture, do not wear robes." Harry rolled his eyes at their exclamations. "It's not so bad, really. The only drawback is that they don't have warming or cooling charms woven into the material."
"So how do they deal with the temperature?" called a large wizard from the very back. "Do they go starkers in the summer?"
"You wish," Harry retorted, trying not to laugh too hard with his class. "They wear a lot less, though. And layer like crazy in the winter. Alright, shopping for Muggle clothes is easy. Most clothing stores are divided into male and female sections, and sometimes even by age-group or size. There are items of clothing that might look like a Wizarding robe, but they might be simply cloaks or dresses. Miss Granger?"
Hermione stood up and paraded along the front of the class, her limp almost non-existent. Harry shook his head as she sashayed from one end to the other, noticing Malfoy actually nodding in approval.
"The trousers she has on are called jeans or denims. You might have seen the younger ones of us in them. They're worn by both sexes, as you can see on Mr. Malfoy, in fairly casual situations, although some fashion magazines say you can dress them up for going out. She also has on a t-shirt, another bit of casual wear, also worn by both males and females. You would wear this around the house or drinking with your mates, not to a dress-party. Mr. Weasley?"
Ron made sure to brush against Hermione as they exchanged spots and she blushed. Ron smiled nervously as the class peered at him in the dark suit, walking quickly.
"This is a Muggle-suit for men, usually worn to business meeting and some formal affairs, with a different tie...yes, a bowtie, the same ones we wear with dress-robes. Women wear suits as well in most of their work-places, but with a softer cut or a skirt. And high-heeled shoes. Please show them, Miss Abbot."
It was Hannah's turn to display a smart pin-striped outfit, her heels clacking along the stone floors. Most of the witches looked highly interested. Then they goggled when Parvati strolled away in a little sundress and sandals, the scars on her upper arms hidden by the frilly sleeves.
"Potter, did you choose these suits?" Malfoy said suspiciously. "They look...nice. Good quality, even."
"Really, Malfoy. I'm not that blind," Harry said, refraining from rolling his eyes. "Give me some credit, yeah?" In the few years since he had fought with Draco, he had managed to forget how he had tried everything to annoy Harry. It had almost been as bad as in school, because apparently Draco Malfoy made up for all his evil acts by being more distracting. It could have been the Malfoy Way, Harry wasn't too sure.
The students stared when Luna slinked across the floor in her bathsuit and boots.
"I know we all have swimsuits. But most Muggles tend not to pair them with that type of footwear."
"They do!" Luna cried as she took her seat again.
"On the fashion runways, maybe," Harry retorted and instantly regretted this as people demanded to know what a fashion runway was. He wasted fifteen minutes explaining designers and models and high-end clothing.
Malfoy explained smoothly to the rest of the class, "So what he's saying is that there are some clothes that only the very rich and very beautiful can afford. And there are Houses of designers, which is outrageous. And by outrageous, I mean delightfully elitist."
Harry glared at him, but Malfoy winked and for a moment Harry forgot his lesson-plan.
"Accessories," Seamus whispered helpfully and Harry leapt only a little.
"Accessories! Thanks. Ok, so Muggles wear earrings, watches, necklaces and bracelets just as we do. They also use belts on their jeans and trousers, like what Seamus has on there, and that on his head is a baseball cap. Shay, put on the shades as well. Fancy, right? Those are glasses like mine, only they serve to protect your eyes from strong sunlight. Or to simply look rich.
And now we'll go on to undergarments. These go under your clothes, right next to your skin. Not over your clothes. And they might be a little skimpier than our Wizarding wear, but that's the style, I guess. But they're mostly the same."
Harry was proud of himself. He didn't even blush that much when he pulled brassieres, panties and slips out of a small wooden box. It was only when Draco Malfoy insisted on fondling the silk boxers that he felt his face grow hot.
"How decadent these are," Malfoy murmured as he stared at Harry. "Do you have these on, Potter?"
Harry laughed to cover his shock. The rest of the class looked highly interested.
"Errr. No...ordinary cotton ones. I can't bother with those. Next class!" He hollered, before the flinty gleam in Malfoy's eye could make its way to his mouth. "Next class is about Muggle entertainment. There are no assignments today. If you like, you can wear Muggle clothes tomorrow. It's not a requirement, though."
"As long as I get these on my body, I'll be content," Malfoy declared, shaking out the silk boxers and peering at them with a loving eye as the ending chime sounded and the class began to stream out. Harry watched him out of the corner of his eye as he made his way over to the desk, placing something on it with a flourish.
"For teacher," Malfoy said complacently and Harry blinked at the large bright red-apple. "I just want to get into Professor Potter's good books."
There was a loud whisper behind them that might have been Ron saying 'or pants' and Harry very nearly turned and skewered him with his cane.
"Tomorrow is Muggle entertainment? Maybe I can get some extra credit by taking you to a club tonight," Draco said, pushing the apple forward slightly, temptingly. Harry stiffened.
"I don't dance. Not anymore." He tried not to limp too much as he rounded the table to collect more papers. They were snatched up and arranged quickly by a set of nimble pale fingers. Draco smiled as he handed the neat sheaf over.
"Everyone dances, Potter. Vertically or otherwise. Tomorrow, yes?" And he patted Harry comfortingly on the shoulder, that simple touch burning into Harry's skin, before he swanned out.
"What kind of dancing otherwise could he be talking about, teacher?" Luna piped up innocently and Harry glowered at them all as they fell over each other, giggling helplessly.
Lesson 3
Author: megyal
Rating: PG (for this chapter)
Summary: Harry lectures evening classes for adult wizards.
xposted to harrydraco, thelemontree
Lesson 1
"Hey, these jeans make my butt look good." Hermione turned and posed in the mirror, eying her own rear in appreciation. Her reflection blew a kiss to Ron's reflection, which blushed just as much as Ron himself. She straightened up and gave Ron an appreciative look. "Oh, Ron. You look dapper in that suit. You really should wear them more."
"Yes. It would make me look so very awesome during the housework," Ron said, tugging at the smart lapels wryly. "Thanks, Harry. You said I could keep this, right?"
"Yeah, I did. Luna?" He stared as Luna came out of the little back-room that served as an office to the lecture-theatre. She had on a one-piece bath-suit in a shocking orange colour, tiger-print fluffy boots on her feet. "Um. Aren't you cold?"
"Not at all!" Luna wrapped a long cloak about herself extravagantly and perched on one of the single seats placed right next to Harry's desk. "I feel so sexy. Like a Wrackspurt. Only not with the dizziness."
Harry continued to stare at her, then shook himself visibly as his students began to stream in, handing him their parchments. As he banished the long mirror and shoo'd the rest of his models to their seats, he was not surprised to note that the numbers of students had dwindled a bit. The novelty had worn off, he supposed, but it had been sort of nice to see the turnout. The Wizarding World had sworn up and down that bigotry against Muggle-borns would not continue after the demise of Voldemort, but magical people were still people, prone to relapse.
A murmur ran through the room and Harry turned to see Malfoy sail into the lecture hall... wearing jeans. And a snug t-shirt. Harry's brain tried to flee in several directions at once: one part immediately went into shock over a Malfoy wearing a t-shirt; somewhere, Narcissa Malfoy was shrieking in horror. Another section of his mind noted how co-ordinated it all was, the dark-blue of the jeans complementing the lighter blue of the t-shirt; and yet another part, the largest (and apparently the part that controlled all the blood in his body, sending it to all sorts of parts that didn't need it at this time, dammit) opined that Draco Malfoy had a very nice body, with even nicer legs that went on forever and it would be a horrible crime if that body was covered by robes ever again.
"Potter," Malfoy grinned in greeting, handing over his own neat essay. Harry took it with not a little surprise, skimmed through it and then chuckled weakly. His brain was still gleefully busy trying to imagine what Malfoy's ass looked like in those jeans.
"An electric blanket? Whatever made you choose that to report on?"
Malfoy gave him a sidelong look.
"I am fashionably slender, Potter. The price I pay is being cold all the time. I need someone to warm me up... dear me," he continued in genial tones as Harry's eyes widened. "Did I say someone? I meant something. Such a slip of this talented tongue. Ah, there's Nola, let me take my seat."
"Don't even start," Harry breathed at a smug-looking Ron, even as he thanked his stars for whoever invented jeans, surreptitiously eyeing Malfoy's rear. "Just don't."
"Hi, welcome back," he started unsteadily, steadfastly ignoring the titters of his friends behind him. "This section is Muggle dress. Most of you, especially those younger ones, might have an idea of all this. Muggles, for the most part and in the English culture, do not wear robes." Harry rolled his eyes at their exclamations. "It's not so bad, really. The only drawback is that they don't have warming or cooling charms woven into the material."
"So how do they deal with the temperature?" called a large wizard from the very back. "Do they go starkers in the summer?"
"You wish," Harry retorted, trying not to laugh too hard with his class. "They wear a lot less, though. And layer like crazy in the winter. Alright, shopping for Muggle clothes is easy. Most clothing stores are divided into male and female sections, and sometimes even by age-group or size. There are items of clothing that might look like a Wizarding robe, but they might be simply cloaks or dresses. Miss Granger?"
Hermione stood up and paraded along the front of the class, her limp almost non-existent. Harry shook his head as she sashayed from one end to the other, noticing Malfoy actually nodding in approval.
"The trousers she has on are called jeans or denims. You might have seen the younger ones of us in them. They're worn by both sexes, as you can see on Mr. Malfoy, in fairly casual situations, although some fashion magazines say you can dress them up for going out. She also has on a t-shirt, another bit of casual wear, also worn by both males and females. You would wear this around the house or drinking with your mates, not to a dress-party. Mr. Weasley?"
Ron made sure to brush against Hermione as they exchanged spots and she blushed. Ron smiled nervously as the class peered at him in the dark suit, walking quickly.
"This is a Muggle-suit for men, usually worn to business meeting and some formal affairs, with a different tie...yes, a bowtie, the same ones we wear with dress-robes. Women wear suits as well in most of their work-places, but with a softer cut or a skirt. And high-heeled shoes. Please show them, Miss Abbot."
It was Hannah's turn to display a smart pin-striped outfit, her heels clacking along the stone floors. Most of the witches looked highly interested. Then they goggled when Parvati strolled away in a little sundress and sandals, the scars on her upper arms hidden by the frilly sleeves.
"Potter, did you choose these suits?" Malfoy said suspiciously. "They look...nice. Good quality, even."
"Really, Malfoy. I'm not that blind," Harry said, refraining from rolling his eyes. "Give me some credit, yeah?" In the few years since he had fought with Draco, he had managed to forget how he had tried everything to annoy Harry. It had almost been as bad as in school, because apparently Draco Malfoy made up for all his evil acts by being more distracting. It could have been the Malfoy Way, Harry wasn't too sure.
The students stared when Luna slinked across the floor in her bathsuit and boots.
"I know we all have swimsuits. But most Muggles tend not to pair them with that type of footwear."
"They do!" Luna cried as she took her seat again.
"On the fashion runways, maybe," Harry retorted and instantly regretted this as people demanded to know what a fashion runway was. He wasted fifteen minutes explaining designers and models and high-end clothing.
Malfoy explained smoothly to the rest of the class, "So what he's saying is that there are some clothes that only the very rich and very beautiful can afford. And there are Houses of designers, which is outrageous. And by outrageous, I mean delightfully elitist."
Harry glared at him, but Malfoy winked and for a moment Harry forgot his lesson-plan.
"Accessories," Seamus whispered helpfully and Harry leapt only a little.
"Accessories! Thanks. Ok, so Muggles wear earrings, watches, necklaces and bracelets just as we do. They also use belts on their jeans and trousers, like what Seamus has on there, and that on his head is a baseball cap. Shay, put on the shades as well. Fancy, right? Those are glasses like mine, only they serve to protect your eyes from strong sunlight. Or to simply look rich.
And now we'll go on to undergarments. These go under your clothes, right next to your skin. Not over your clothes. And they might be a little skimpier than our Wizarding wear, but that's the style, I guess. But they're mostly the same."
Harry was proud of himself. He didn't even blush that much when he pulled brassieres, panties and slips out of a small wooden box. It was only when Draco Malfoy insisted on fondling the silk boxers that he felt his face grow hot.
"How decadent these are," Malfoy murmured as he stared at Harry. "Do you have these on, Potter?"
Harry laughed to cover his shock. The rest of the class looked highly interested.
"Errr. No...ordinary cotton ones. I can't bother with those. Next class!" He hollered, before the flinty gleam in Malfoy's eye could make its way to his mouth. "Next class is about Muggle entertainment. There are no assignments today. If you like, you can wear Muggle clothes tomorrow. It's not a requirement, though."
"As long as I get these on my body, I'll be content," Malfoy declared, shaking out the silk boxers and peering at them with a loving eye as the ending chime sounded and the class began to stream out. Harry watched him out of the corner of his eye as he made his way over to the desk, placing something on it with a flourish.
"For teacher," Malfoy said complacently and Harry blinked at the large bright red-apple. "I just want to get into Professor Potter's good books."
There was a loud whisper behind them that might have been Ron saying 'or pants' and Harry very nearly turned and skewered him with his cane.
"Tomorrow is Muggle entertainment? Maybe I can get some extra credit by taking you to a club tonight," Draco said, pushing the apple forward slightly, temptingly. Harry stiffened.
"I don't dance. Not anymore." He tried not to limp too much as he rounded the table to collect more papers. They were snatched up and arranged quickly by a set of nimble pale fingers. Draco smiled as he handed the neat sheaf over.
"Everyone dances, Potter. Vertically or otherwise. Tomorrow, yes?" And he patted Harry comfortingly on the shoulder, that simple touch burning into Harry's skin, before he swanned out.
"What kind of dancing otherwise could he be talking about, teacher?" Luna piped up innocently and Harry glowered at them all as they fell over each other, giggling helplessly.
Lesson 3