#this is barely f:hp

[hermionc]

DHRFAVES; MUGGLE/AMERICAN/HIGH SCHOOL/POLITICAL AU

Featuring politician’s son!Draco and activist!Hermione. All of this is inspired by a lovely fic, bite marks by @provocative-envy, which everyone should read asap!

The Malfoys have been in American politics since Draco’s great, great, great, great, great grandfather Armand, who was apparently an aristocrat, crossed the Atlantic under the protection of the British Crown to oversee the colony of South Carolina. When signs of civil unrest led him to believe there would be a revolution, Armand quickly switched sides and managed to get a seat at the Constitutional Convention. Nearly every Malfoy since has either held public office or at least played an important role in shaping public policy.

Draco’s father has been a member of the US House of Representatives since he was like, 32, which means Draco was basically raised in the public eye. Which means campaign photoshoots after soccer practice, and hired bodyguards waiting outside the brownstone in D.C., and perfectly coordinated outfits and cufflinks and emerald green ties in Windsor knots, and GOP fundraisers with David and Charles Koch, and a long, long, line of Average Americans trying to suck up to him his entire life.

Hermione Granger is anything but an Average American. She comes from a half Indian, half American family of Democrats who drive Priuses and installed solar panels on the roof of their three story mini-mansion just outside of Arlington for like, energy efficient purposes, apparently, which irks Draco’s father and his Big Oil donors, and also probably the soul of his dead grandfather Abraxas, who was accused of some sort of racist hazing scandal, or something, when he played for Georgetown’s lacrosse team, back in the 40s. but.

Hermione is just really infuriating. She has a lot to say about Draco and his family history - like when their AP US History class did the Civil War unit, and she sourly noted that the current Malfoy estate still maintains slave quarters on their property, or that time during a chemistry club meeting when Potter suggested they set up a table on carbon emissions at the Student Activities Fair and Hermione gave Draco a dry look, like, would your dad be amenable to that, Malfoy? Seeing as he just voted against the President’s climate change action legislation last week?

The thing is, no one’s talked to Draco like this in his life. Not even Pansy, who’s about the bitchiest person he knows. Even the internship he took with his dad’s office the summer before senior year (where, to be fair, basically all he did was spend three months coercing Lucius’s aides into proofreading his college applications, lazing around drinking all the imported coffee he could find, and playing a fuck ton of Call of Duty on the 72″ flatscreen with Blaise and Theo in the conference room) prepared him for the onslaught of nastiness thrown his way by Hermione Fucking Granger.

He’s annoyed by this bushy-haired girl who doesn’t seem to have any respect for him, or his family, or their history. and he doesn’t get her. He doesn’t get her anger, or her fierce scowl, or her complete and utter disregard for the conservative values he’s been raised on, or the way her brown eyes flicker with specks of green when she’s about to win an argument. Draco doesn’t understand the sharp lines of her jaw when she throws her hair over her shoulder with a huff of indignation, or the soft curve of her waist that’s exposed as she reaches up to put some books away on the top shelf, or the quick half smile she flashes when she catches him staring.

But he wants to.