McGonagall decided to promote Muggle electronics in Hogwarts. She put up Internet service and allowed students to bring any laptops or cellular devices into school. She even set up a website, Hogwarts Online, to encourage students to socialise. She was proud of herself for even being able to create one like this. Thank Merlin for Dumbledore teaching her how to work one of these computing devices years ago.
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Draco Malfoy was walking around Muggle London. He had no idea what was even possessing him to do this, buying a Muggle device, that is. Thank Merlin he had a glamour on, or he would be publicly shamed for this one. Buying a Muggle laptop with his Muggle money.
He's excited to go back to Hogwarts for his eighth year. Ever since he heard about the new pro-Muggle act made by McGonagall, he couldn't resist rebelling against his parents' beliefs for once by following his own. It felt good, even if he was doing it secretly.
Draco stepped into the store with a big luminescent apple on the front. He saw many ads for the best kind of laptops, and they were in this store. He browsed through the different types of electronics. He definately misunderstood these Muggles for sure. He looked at an "iPhone" and couldn't believe all it could do.
Draco chuckled as he saw a child next to him telling her father that she wanted one of these. The father only rolled his eyes and told her she could get it when she had enough money to pay for it herself. The little girl clapped her hands joyously, and Draco couldn't help but smile at her antics. He made eye contact with the father and they both chuckled at the girl's expectations.
Draco turned around and started looking for an employee. He definately needs to buy one of these "Macs." They were the same ones he saw in the ads.
A man came over to him and smiled. "Hello, sir, how can I help you today?"
"Umm... I'd like to buy one of these Macs here," Draco said a bit awkwardly. He has no clue what he's even doing.
The man smiled encouragingly at him. "Well, I can do that for you. If you'll follow me, I can get your order placed right away." Draco nodded and followed the man to a machine on a desk. The man pressed the buttons on it and asked for Draco's information. Draco narrowed his eyes a bit, but remembered that this was probably how Muggles do things.
In the end, Draco bought the laptop and carried it outside. He went to the Apparation point and Apparated himself to Malfoy Manor.
As soon as Draco walked in, he was relieved that he got no reply when he yelled, "I'm home!" He went into his room and unpacked the electronic device. It took him hours to set it up, but he was finally able to access the Internet. He never knew that the Manor was equipped with wifi.
When Draco finally got tired, he shut down his new device and took a shower. He vowed himself to never speak of this to anyone. He didn't want everyone to think he was doing it because everyone else was. He is an independent man and could decide things on his own, but people still thought he followed his parents' expectations. He also made a vow to stop bullying, for it would at least get his point across that he wasn't a prejudice git anymore. Draco might even compensate with Potter, who knew.
The next week before Hogwarts Draco packed all of his books, parchments, quills, clothes, and miscellaneous items into his trunk. He got a little white kitten to keep him company, for he knew that he was going to be one of the loneliest students in Hogwarts this year. The Slytherins all hate him for going against the Dark Lord, and everyone else hates him for going with the Dark Lord. He couldn't get anything right with these fuckers. Not that he cares about what they think of him.
On the first of September, Draco was set off for Hogwarts. He went on the Express and picked a random empty compartment to sit in. He hoped that nobody would come by. He really didn't want any company.
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Technological Difficulties
FanfictionDraco has been having a rough time starting Hogwarts when a certain someone surprises him. Who is it, and what exactly do they want? Warnings of slash.