Hello everyone. Yuuki, here! Its been a long time since I've posted a new fanfiction anywhere. I am really determine to finish this no matter how long it takes.


31 August 1997

Thursday

Dear Diary,

Tomorrow is the beginning of the new school year. And while I had initially rejected upon returning back to Hogwarts, my mother insisted I return in order to help clean up our family name. If only she could realize how much I hated our family name at the moment.

Apparently, the Grand Trio is returning also, which is partially the reason why I didn't want to go. Unfortunately, the Wizengamot ended up involved so I have no choice but to go anyway.

D.M.


Every now and then he could still hear the ghost of the past when he through the halls of the Ministry, luckily today was not one of those days. On the occasion he could've sworn he saw a glimpse of a group following Potter around before disappearing as quickly as they appeared. Of course, he hadn't spoken to anyone about, he wasn't ready to replace Luna Lovegood. Almost everyone was still suffering from deep wounds the war that occurred 2 years prior.

"You're late Mr. Malfoy," he heard a familiar voice call as he walked into the break room of Level 8. He quickly looked to spot his group of friends just two tables away.

He smirked arrogantly. "Late? I wasn't aware this we were even required to show up?" he bloated as strutted towards the table and sat down with his leg crossed over the other and leaned back on his chair. His group of friends consisted of Gregory, Theo, Blaise, Pansy, Daphne, and Astoria. However, none of the girls worked at Ministry so lunch was just usually the four of them.

Blaise snickered at his remark. Blaise was 'lucky bastard' according to Draco since his family had remained neutral throughout both wars and never became involved. It was unspoken fact that the rest of them envied him for that, Blaise relished in that truth even if he didn't bluntly admit to it. Blaise worked under the Daily Prophet and spent a lot of time in the Ministry because of it.

Gregory, on the other hand, became more reserved after the war. Turned out he was a lot smarter than they gave him credit for. Many things changed after the war, one of them was Gregory's study habits. Apparently, he was quite skilled in Arithmancy which shocked...well everybody and it was hard to surprise Granger. Although he suffered a lot of backlash from the public since he was also involved during the war. Like Draco, he also had to take rehabilitation and be a model student otherwise he would be imprisoned. Hogwarts was more ideal than Azkaban even without the dementors working there anymore.

While Theo hadn't actively been involved with Death Eaters nor the war. His father was still permanently placed in Azkaban for being a Death Eater. Theo was then stuck cleaning up his father's mess. Draco could still remember the day Theo completely destroyed his father's house. It wasn't out of fear since the Aurors since they had been present during the house's destruction. It was more of the fact that Theo never had a decent relationship with his father. And didn't want any more anchors to tie him to his tainted family name. He kept his wealth though and bought himself a new house. He now worked alongside Draco at the Committee on Experimental Charms so the Ministry can watch over them. They were lucky neither had antlers yet.

Draco had been hit the hardest by the Ministry after the war. His father was sentenced to Azkaban for a year, which was a miracle in itself. His mother and he then spent the summer and his other vacations, rebuilding Hogwarts, ridding the house of all dark objects, redecorating the entire house, and paying millions in reparations that had cut a quarter of their fortune. He was then put on probation, it was either house-arrest or Hogwarts.

He initially chose the lather but his mother insisted despite his displeasure of returning. In a way he was grateful he went as his secret pleasure became Muggle Studies and every now and then wondered whether or not just run away there but something always kept him from going. He never spoke about funerals he attended though.

"Clearly," Theo rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. Draco wouldn't say that Theo was a prick but he could put a cactus to shame.

Gregory continued to read his book ignoring the world. He was training as he was soon going to work for Gringotts. Draco till this day had no idea how in the hell he managed to get such an opportunity but he preferred to not ask. "Gregory has no complaints about my tardiness, right Greggy?," Draco said to Gregory.

Gregory looked up at Draco. He didn't look very impressed, "Malfoys are never late. Everyone one else is just simply early," he declaimed with such apathy Draco felt a bit betrayed.

"At least try to sound like you care," Draco puffed out.

"You made me wait an extra 5 minutes to order food. I couldn't care less about your feelings right now."

"What's the problem this time?" Draco said almost immediately. If anyone knew Gregory, it was Draco. Gregory had been on diet since last year, the only time he ate out of his schedule was when he was upset...very upset. Blaise immediately handed him a copy of the Daily Prophet.

Cho Chang Marries A Muggle

After much speculation, Cho Chang, Harry Potter's former girlfriend, has married! And to a muggle no less!? And what does The-Boy-Who-Lived think of this? (Read More on Page 6!)

Draco put the paper down. Since their 4th year, Gregory had a small liking for Chang or at least that was the case until after graduation. Gregory had finally had a chance to act on his feeling but instead was hexed. While Gregory had no ill-feelings towards her nor did he have any desire to peruse her, he was still hurt. "Why a muggle? Out of all things a muggle?"

"Still got something against muggles, ay Malfoy?"

Everyone immediately looked up to see Weasel-bee and George right next to them. Weasel-bee and he since the beginning of time never got along and were likely to continue to share their dislike for one another. While they no longer exchanged dirty looks and fight in nearly every time they were near each other, they could now be civil with each other while exchanging backhanded compliments usually following with a witty comeback by Harry or Hermione to make them stop talking. "Of course not. I'm just surprised that a pureblood, that took muggle studies once during her third year, would be able to survive the muggle world. Didn't anyone inform her about the simplicity of how mundane muggles were?"

"That's quite rich coming from you, Mr. Malfoy," George said with a smugness in his voice that matched his face. It seemed like both Weasley had somehow joined their table. "Considering you've never even stepped into muggle territory."

"On the assumption that you have," Blaise immediately answered.

"What are you implying Mr. Weasley?," Draco responded with the same smugness George had spoken to him with.

"Look," Ron began, "all we're saying that you have a greater chance of surpassing 'Mione academically than surviving the Muggles."

"Sounds like quite the challenge," Theo faced Draco. Draco looked over at Ronald and George. They both a twinkle go off in their eyes. It had been a while he had ever seen George with a twinkle in his eyes. After his brother, his eyes had lost the sparkling mischief it once had. No one had ever spoken of it. Ever.

Hearing a book slam close everyone turned to Gregory who finally put his book down. "Theoretically speaking. If Draco accepts, then I will put in 1000 galleons that Draco can at least survive 24 hours."

"Draco is quite adaptable. 5000 galleons if he makes through the month," Blaise continued adding. Draco's heart raced, people were betting on him and he hadn't even accepted the challenge!

"Make it 25,000, if he can make it at least 6 months," Theo threw down his bet and gave it to George, who was now the unofficial croupier.

Bloody Merlin get me out of here!, his brain yelled until... "50,000 galleons says Draco will fail within the first 24 hours," Ron smirked. If there was one thing Draco never got used to was the fact that Weasleys now had galleons to spare, their combined fortunes were almost as large as half the Malfoy vault.

Hearing Ron, Draco snapped and met with Ron's eyes. His inner Slytherin needed to be repressed before he said something that'd he'd regret, "250,000 galleons," he spoke. "I won't just survive. I will be a damn successful git! 6 months." Draco founds it hilarious to look at the group's faces when he said. Or at least he did until he realized what he just betted away.

Ron smirked, Hermione would kill him for being part of a high-stakes bet but it would all be worth it once he collected his earnings. "I accept your challenge, Mr. Malfoy," George said as they both shook their hands to seal this deal. George and Ron then stood up from their magically appearing seats.

"I really hope you didn't just join us for a wager," Draco sat back against his chair.

George slicked his hair back and smiled. "Of course not. We were just passing through."

"So when shall our pompous Draco be thrown into the depths of hell?," Blaise patted Draco's back.

Ron and George merely smirked. "Not sure. I'll owl you the details," was the last thing he said before they left the room.

"You fucking idiots!," Draco quietly slammed his hands on the table just enough to get the others attention. "I barely know anything about bloody muggles!"

"Oh c'mon Draco, we have faith you!" Theo gave him a thumbs up. "Besides. Out of all of us, you had the highest score in muggle studies. Better you than me."

"I hate you."


"DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY!" he heard his mother and father roar as a copy of the Daily Prophet of smacked him awake. "CARE TO EXPLAIN THIS STUPIDITY OF YOURS!?"

Draco sat up and yawn, his eyesight was still too fuzzy. He squints his eyes in an attempt to focus to read the headline of the newspaper, his eyes widened.

Can He Do It? Former Death Eater, Draco L. Malfoy, bound by a high-stakes gamble.

Anonymous sources have confirmed Draco L. Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Gregory Goyle, versus Ron and George Weasley have put themselves under a gamble that could end very costly for either party. 250,000 Galleons under the condition that Draco Malfoy is to go live among muggles for a year. And not just survive but to flourish as successful. But can the Great Pureblood handle such thing? Never having stepped foot out of the Wizarding World. Only time will tell. No specific date has been given. George Weasley currently acting as their official croupier. Good Luck Mr. Malfoy.

"I really can't explain that...," Draco murmured.

Lucius huffed, "Draco! This complete irresponsible! You're at least worth 1,000,000-"

"LUCIUS!," Narcissa screeched bashing Lucius across his head with the newspaper. "DON'T ENCOURAGE HIM!"

Draco bit his tongue attempting to hide his laughter as his parents argued. Until he saw the headline again. He shook his head until he realized an important detail.

"Weasley," Draco uttered under his breath. Becoming deaf to his parents' voices calling him. He quickly got out of bed and rushed out the door before returning quickly after realizing he was still in his night clothes.


Draco angrily marched through Diagon Alley. Those weasels set him up. Damn Weasleys knew how to get under his bloody skin and damn well enjoyed it too... probably!

The morning was impressively packed for weekend meaning a lot of students had begun school shopping. Draco had promptly ignored them all as his sights were currently focused on one particular building.

Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

His pace fastened as soon as the store came into focus. He was in mid-run by the time he arrived at its doors and aggressively swing them open. "Weasley!"

His voice shaking the empty store to its knees. "Listen I know looks it bad but it wasn't us this time!" Ron and George quickly replied coming out from under the desk and slamming the newspaper on the counter.

"Oh really because as far as I'm concerned you were the only other people that knew about that bet!," Draco yelled out.

"Oy, do you trust your friends that much or do you need us to take a Veritaserum?" Ron pointed out. "Besides, have you forgotten who works for the Daily Prophet?"

Draco looked over the article before finding the name printed in small letters.

-By Rita Seeker

This bitch, Draco immediately thought. While Draco wasn't aware of her animagus, he did know about her uncanny ability to know when and where to be to get the "juiciest stories" as she once put it. Rumor had it she had been responsible for selling out the wizarding world to a muggle author, of course, it still just a rumor. "How much money do you suppose they'll take to take this story down?"

"None. We want in," the familiar voice of the great pyro, Seamus Finnigan, filled the room once again. The trio of purebloods quickly turned to the entrance to see 5 members of Wizengamot, 3 Aurors, plus the Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt.

"We heard about this little gamble," Shacklebolt smirked. "Rumor had it George was the current croupier," he added, sliding a bag of coins. "On behalf of the Ministry and Mister Potter, we're adding an extra 250,000 Galleons to Draco's original amount on the terms that Draco Malfoy is given an extra 6 months without any contact of the Wizarding World if he can survive that is."

Draco heart sped rapidly. He hadn't felt so scared since Voldemort decided cuddle time in the middle of Hogwarts. Behind him, Ron and George gasp at the amount. "Feel like challenge Malfoy?" Seamus spoke up. Draco wanted to hide. Anywhere was good at this point, he'd even take a cupboard under stairs.

"Absolutely not. 6 months was my max!," Draco spoke exasperated and wide-eyed. He might've said what he said but he also wasn't wishing to greet death.

Shacklebolt chuckled, Draco wasn't finding it very comforting. "Mr. Malfoy, as I recall, the Wizengamot has become involved and you're still under probation."

The floor of shop swayed under Draco's feet. He was right. Now he was stuck.