Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any other Harry Potter products, it all rightfully belongs to Ms. J. K. Rowling.

*A/N: OK, in this story, there is only one muggle technology allowed—computer. One day Dumbledore just decided to issue this rule and everyone who wishes can have one.

*A/N: Another thing, please excuse my grammar as I'm just trying hard to write! (I'm often distracted by my parents and TV so sometimes there might be a problem—Grammar's not my best subject lol.) And if you find any misspellings or grammar problems, a thousand apologies—send me a review about it and I'll do the best I can. ^^ No flames, please!!

Chapter 1: A long loss of time

Draco yearned, he looked at the old grandfather clock by the wall, wishing time would only go faster. Professor Dumbledore is giving his usual weekly speech on the events going on at Hogwarts again and Draco couldn't seem to stay awake. He stared at Crabbe and Goyle, whose heads faced toward the floor, and snorted softly.

He stared at the grandfather clock again, and disappointment shadowed on his face. Barely a minute has passed, and Professor Dumbledore seemed to talk endlessly. Draco turned his face around the room and spotted Hermione, who was sitting in the far corner next to Harry and Ron. As she looked up toward his direction, Draco quickly hid his face.

           He spied on Hermione out of the corner of his eye: she was staring at something, and as Draco quickly found, she was staring at a notebook of some kind. Draco hid his eyes under his chair so he can see what Hermione's doing. Not to his surprise, she was taking notes. Actually, she was scribbling down the endless talk of Professor Dumbledore's.

"… After a careful discussion with our teachers, we've all come to an agreement that computer, or a special device of muggle-technology, will be allowed in Hogwarts for temporary use." Dumbledore paused, expecting to see a groan, or rather a compliment of some kind. Instead, he saw nothing but boredom.

"This device will—," before he can finish, Hermione interrupted. "Professor Dumbledore," she said in her surprising voice, "I thought muggle-technology is not allowed in Hogwarts, since Hogwarts, A History has denied the fact that any muggle-device, no matter how fancy, will work in here." Hermione paused, unsure to continue as she bored everyone with her book telling again. "But if I had heard you wrong, you had just stated that computers are now allowed in Hogwarts." "Temporarily," Professor Dumbledore added. "Temporarily," Hermione repeated, "What makes you change your mind about muggle-technology?" Hermione asked suspiciously. Draco looked up instantly and found Professor Dumbledore at an ambiguous state.

"A crazy detail that I do not wish to speak in front of the crowd. It'll only bring horror," Dumbledore sighed. "I must continue, Hermione. Please sit down," he gestured.

Hermione sat down unwillingly, still looking concerned, but quickly snapped back into reality. She then scribbled at full speed on her notebook about Dumbledore's conversation with her.

"This device, called computer, will bring you much obliging favors such as," Professor Dumbledore paused, seeing interest among his students, and continued. "—typing your homework instead of writing them. I heard several complaints about sore hands," Dumbledore turned to Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle and blinked.

Draco gritted his teeth and offered nothing but contempt. His cold, icy gray eyes stared at Dumbledore as he stomped his feet.

"That's an example to the need of a computer," Dumbledore joked.

"The computer will also bring you a device called Internet, where you can chat with your friends without revealing your identity." The students oohed and ahhed. "Since none of you know how to use it, I think Ms. Granger might be the perfect tutor." Dumbledore smiled at Hermione, who was blushing furiously.

Draco snorted. "That ugly disgusting little mudblood can't teach us muggle-technology! She doesn't even let others copy her work!! I certainly won't learn it from someone like her." He gave Hermione a death glare.

"Oh, hush up, Malfoy," Ron shouted, "It's not her fault that she has to teach a little slut like you!" Ron stopped, contempt with his work as he watched Draco's mouth drop.

"Y-you… You.. You little…" Draco stuttered as he thought for a name for Ron.

"Now, now, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore started, "I do not want you to fight in front of everybody. This is not dueling class," he reminded, "Mr. Malfoy, since you complained about sore hands, you will be the first Ms. Granger will tutor."

"But Professor Dumbledore—," Draco began, "There is no 'buts', Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore informed. "Study sessions starts today, and continues every Tuesday and Thursday. Computers are in the library, you may use it any time you want." Dumbledore paused. "Anyone who wishes to use computers will be free to go at any time. Ms. Granger or Madam Pince, the librarian will be there if you need help." Dumbledore paused. "And this session is dismissed.

As students scattered around the room to leave, Draco shot Hermione a death glare when she met his eye. She blew him a raspberry and left with Harry and Ron.

"Hermione, are you sure you're alright with this?" Ron asked concernedly.

"Of course, I mean, it's twice a week right?" Hermione asked nervously.

"Yeah, double the length of a week," Harry agreed.

"Well, today's Tuesday, right?" Hermione asked. "Does that mean study session starts right now?"

"Y-yeah, I guess." Harry stuttered, "I think it starts after dinner, which we already ate." he sighed. "Are you hungry, Ron?" Harry asked.

Ron nodded.

           "Well, see ya! We are going to head over to the kitchen now." Harry and Ron said it unison.

"Yes, I'll see you when I come back from hell." Hermione signed as Harry and Ron left for the empty hallway.

Some friends you are, Hermione sighed, and she walked toward the library.

As Hermione opened the door to the library, she found Draco sitting in front of a computer. Unsure, she slid behind Draco to see what he was doing.

She found his eyes glued to the front screen, hand touching it.

           "Stop it, Malfoy, you're only making it worse." Hermione said impatiently.

           Draco almost slipped down his seat when he heard Hermione speaking from behind him.

           "I know, I know, most people finds me scary, but I never expected you to do the same," Hermione mocked.

"Shuddup, mudblood, now teach me this chat thing that Dumbledore said." Draco put his hand on the mouse and followed it on the screen, eyes glued.

           "You know, Malfoy, you are the bravest person I've ever known to put your head that close to the screen. I see that death doesn't scare you that much, huh?" Hermione teased.

           Draco quickly moved his head away from the screen and murmured, "So what, mudblood, I like doing it that way."

           "Now click on that icon that looks like a lowercase E," Hermione pretended she didn't hear Draco's 'compliment'.

           Draco clicked on it, confusingly.

           "Now create an account. Don't worry, I won't look at it." Hermione mocked again.

           Draco typed in "DragonRulez" as his username.

"Now put in a password," Hermione said, blindfolded.

           Draco then typed in "ihatehermione" as his password.

           "Now just go to a chatroom and you're done. Any time you open it the same way I taught you, without going to create an account, but to log in, you'll be perfectly fine. When you opened your mail, you might hear someone saying, a male voice of course, 'You've Got Mail'. Well, just click the person's subject and read then if you want, reply. Okay?" Hermione said, breathlessly, she has held her breath for over a minute.

           "Right." Draco smiled evilly.

           "Alright. I'm going to create one, too." Hermione said sternly.

As Draco tailed the mouse on the screen reading "News Today", he spied on Hermione out of the corner of his eye.

"Draco, I'm ready to type in my username, don't look." Hermione said severely.

           "Like I want to," Draco smirked mindlessly. Like all Malfoys, Draco didn't keep his promise.

           As she was ready to type in her username, Hermione looked around the room to make sure nobody's looking. "Phew," she whispered, unaware that someone's eyes are already glued to her screen.

As she got the text box, Hermione typed in "Brainwich" as her username and moved on to the password field.

Draco took his eyes back to his screen and whispered to himself, "Haha," as he thought of a way to mess up her life.

           Be careful, miss mudblood, revenge awaits you…Draco thought evilly.

A/N: How did you like the story? Well, you're going to start seeing sparks of love appearing next chapter. Please support me by inputting reviews okay? Or else I'm going to stop writing the story. Anywayz, I hope you enjoyed this chap. ^^ Cheers~

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