Eighteen year old Draco Malfoy sighed as the music ended and the screen faded. He hated to admit that he enjoyed the muggle contraption as much as he did, but it truly was something that he had thoroughly grown to enjoy. He laughed ironically to himself thinking about how different he truly was from his father. His father had scoffed anything remotely resembling something that muggles would use, and here he was, enjoying one. If his father could see him now. It just seemed to be another one of the many things that had changed in the world since the end of the Second Wizarding War. Things that had once been the thing that had mattered the most didn't really matter at all anymore. Families had been torn apart, friends had turned against each other. It seemed as if there was no one who would truly be the same anymore after all that had happened.
Of course, some were more affected by it's outcome than others.
He leaned his head back against the sofa and remembered the time he had first caught sight of the contraption. It seemed so long ago, and yet so recent.
Hermione had made sure that she had gotten Dumbledore's personal permission before packing her so-called "muggle belongings". She knew that these things were often frowned upon, but Dumbledore believed that such items were in no way a danger to the wizarding world and had agreed that it was fine. With the aftermath of the war being the way that it was, it felt that it was a way that could possibly help merge the gap between the two worlds. She had decided that this year, being Head Girl, she would need something to occupy her on those nights after the homework was done and she had nothing else to do. Being the researcher that she was, it didn't take long to figure out that some of the damage that had been caused to the castle reduced it's effects on these types of electronics, as well as the effects the electronics would have on the castle. It seemed that some of the magic that had originally been set in place by Salazar Slytherin himself, were now reduced to almost near nothing with the final destruction of his last heir. By doing a little of this and a little of that, Hermione and some of the other Professors were able to make it work much the same as the slide Projector that Professor Snape had used in third year worked in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The few test runs had worked well, although both Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall wanted to keep it under wraps a bit so that the younger students didn't start to get new ideas.
She had already been in a less than thrilled mood when she realized that the person she would be spending Head duties with was none other than Draco Malfoy himself. She knew she just had to put the idea behind her and get on with things, because after all, this was her last year at Hogwarts, and didn't want anything, including Draco Malfoy, to spoil that for her.
"You really want me to share duties with that... I mean, with Malfoy?" Hermione asked, remembering who she was talking to.
Professor McGonagall, as usual, stared down at Hermione. "Miss Granger, I do ask that you try, at least, to work on getting along with Mr. Malfoy. I know due to...erhm, recent events, that may not always be easy for you."
Leaning down, she whispered, so only Hermione could hear her, "Try to be a little easy on him, Miss Granger."
She had just started to unpack her things when she heard his voice from behind her.
"What is that thing?" Draco asked, half-intrigued, half-bored as Hermione pulled out the contraptions.
"Nothing you'd be interested in, Malfoy, so just leave me alone."
"How do you know I wouldn't be interested in it?" he asked, in a tone of voice she had never heard, at least from him, that was. He sounded almost… sad.
She sighed as she fought the urge to roll her eyes. "It's a muggle invention. Dumbledore gave me special permission to bring it along." She paused, as if waiting for him to make a remark about muggles.
"Alright, but you still haven't told me what it was. I know it's a muggle invention, but that doesn't help me too much, you know," he said after he realized that she probably wasn't going to say anymore on the subject.
Hermione shook her head and took in a deep breath. She usually had patience for just about anyone, but she had grown so accustomed to Draco being mean, rude, and downright hateful to her that it was hard to just forget those things.
"It's called a DVD player, Draco. You use it with this, which is called a television, and you can watch movies, that's these things, on it. Movies are like, well, sort of what muggles use instead of pictures that move. I don't really know how to explain it any better than that."
He watched as the bag holding the items unpacked itself and the small television, which sat at a mere thirteen inches was enlarged to more than 60. She then muttered some more charms, causing the two to connect themselves.
After that, they just kind of stood there for a moment in silence.
"You can try it if you want," she said, with a forced smile, remembering what Professor McGonagall had said to her.
*End of Flashback*
He thought it was ironic how she had originally brought it with her to keep herself occupied during the nights, and now, here he was, the one who was always using it, because he had nothing better to do.
"I'd better get used to it," he thought. "It looks like this is pretty much all that I am going to be doing for the rest of the year".
He waved his wand and the DVD switched over to something else. He had to hand it to the muggles. They certainly knew how to make entertainment. They had yet to fail to make him laugh, and cry, and get angry. He could get caught up in the story lines and forget everything else that was going on around him. Which was good, he supposed.
He was in the middle of probably the fifth movie that he had watched that evening, laughing and crying along with the characters, when he heard the door that opened up to their common room open, and then immediately slam shut.
He sighed. It wasn't the first time. He didn't know which was worse. The fact that Granger was actually dating Weasley, or that even though they might call it dating, they seemed to spend more of their time fighting. There hadn't been a night in the last week, if not longer, that the door hadn't slammed at some horrific hour because of a fight. Tonight was going to be no exception.