DISCLAIMER: J.K Rowling owns Harry Potter. She is British, in her mid-thirties (?), and blonde. I own this little piece of writing. I am Australian, in my mid-teens and brunette. So by powers of deduction, I would think that one would figure out I'm not her and I beg of you… DON'T SUE!!

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'If you complete the bet, you get this. If you don't, I get it. OK, Draco?' questioned Blaise.

'OK… so let me get this straight. To get the broom, all I have to do is sleep with a muggle?'

'No, not sleep with a muggle; you must make her fall in love with you...' Draco shuddered.

'I'll actually have to touch one' he thought with a wince.

'…Then break her heart.'

'Ah that's better' thought Draco.

'Well what are the terms Zabini'

'Ooh… let me think. OK Firstly, no potions to be used on or by either party. The lucky girl must be from…' he thought for a second.

'Must make it difficult' he thought.

'… Australia!' he announced with a smirk.

He continued, 'You'll spend a month there, or longer if needed. No less. I'll get my father to organise the holiday house we have there.' He took in the look on Draco's face.

'Oh, this is priceless!'

'It really is a nice country, really good beaches. You do know what a beach is, don't you?'

'Of course I do,' snapped Draco.

'Good, well the end of term feast is about to start so I must be off,' replied Blaise as he sauntered out of the common room.

Draco sighed, 'This is going to be a long summer,' he thought.

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The train ride back to London was pretty uneventful. Draco excluded himself from most of the goings on to think. The year had been a good one by his standards, and now that he was allowed to use magic outside of school, it was going to be even better.

He remembered the bet about an hour into the journey. He was going to have to try hard not to be such a jerk. It was going to be difficult and he couldn't imagine what these Australian muggles were going to be like. He'd only met an Australian witch once. She seemed pretty friendly. Of course he'd had his fair share of women and they'd had an instant attraction to him. But that was in the wizarding world. Would it be any different in the world of Muggles?

When he got off the train at King's Cross Station, he wandered over to the place that he was meeting with his parents. He supposed that his father knew of the bet. He had a way of knowing these things. It was something that, quite frankly, creeped Draco out.

He wasn't sure of what his mother's reaction was to be, but he was sure he would hear of the emotions in her voice. He had a lot of respect for his mother. She was the one person he looked up to. His father had been a dark wizard for as long as he could remember and he had rubbed off on Draco. His mother often said that she feared he would eventually become too much of a likeness of his father. Draco hoped that would not be true.

When he saw his parents walking up to him, his heart lifted… a bit. His mother had cut her hair. It suited her. His father, well, he never really changed much. Draco hugged his mother and got a conversation happening immediately. She wanted to know what had been happening. He felt a pang of guilt because he hadn't been writing letters home because letters felt too impersonal.

It turned out that his parents both knew of the bet. His father wasn't pleased because of the muggle aspect but knew that Draco would never fall for a muggle, and the stakes weren't that bad either. His son could defiantly put that broom to good use.

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Draco's parents had booked his apparation test for the following week, so he had to complete that before he was to leave for Australia. The time came all too quickly for when he had to leave. Blaise had told him that the place he was staying was called Hervey Bay and that the book/Portkey Blaise had given him was to take him there when the time came. It was a little town of 10,000 muggles but only 500 witches and wizards. 'At least I won't have to try hard to find a muggle,' he thought.

He arrived at the Holiday House and two house elves came out to greet him. They were recognizable as house elves but somehow the Australian version of the house elf had vast differences. For instance, the ears were a bit smaller and the nose smaller too. The skin did not have a weathered look as most of the ones back home did either.

The house was nice looking on the outside, and resembled a quaint little cottage by the ocean, with a small back yard and an even smaller front yard. As he stepped into the house it became identifiable as a wizards home. It was decorated as any home would be but it was most peculiar that this cottage could hold all these rooms.

Draco figured he should get to work right away. 'The less time spent here the better' he thought. Blaise had ever so nicely, hired some muggle 'help', as he called it- A muggle maid. 'Blaise being a funny britches,' He thought. Draco strode into the room that 'Iris' was cleaning.

He cleared his thought and she turned around.

'Ahh, you're the new tenant, I suppose' she said with a strong Australian accent.

 'Yes, I am.'

'So you're a friend of Mr Zabini then?'

'No, I'm a friend of his son.'

'That means you're a wizard aye?'

'Yes.'

'Do you want a list of the wizarding hang outs?'

'Um…' he thought for a second, 'Can I have some of the muggle ones as well?'

'Oh, you're a polite one aren't you' she exclaimed with a laugh.

'Don't get used to it,' he muttered under his breath.

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Draco decided that he would spend the first night at home. He wandered down to the beach before dinner and he was amazed at how calm the water was. It was just so… tranquil. 'Maybe I should go out tonight' he wondered. He looked up and down the shore line and saw couples holding hands, and lone men doing something in the water with big sticks. He yelled back to one of the house elves that he was going for a walk and to put a hold on dinner.

He decided to walk down to the right, towards the lights and sounds. Before he knew it he was near a structure that stretched towards the ocean. A muggle woman was standing on it with a male muggle and she was holding a muggle communication device to her ear. 'I'm on the Scarness Jetty' she was saying to someone. Draco laughed at how stupid muggles were. He continued walking. With every step he took he grew, just that little bit, calmer. He thought of things back home and how this 'bet' destination may have been a gift sent by Merlin.

He started thinking about his father. Draco had always been worried about him and his whereabouts all the time. He knew it had something to do with the Dark Lord, but hopefully he wasn't concurring with the death eaters all the time. If he was than his mother would still be in danger and he didn't like that one bit.

Draco became distracted as he heard the sounds of someone running up to him. He turned around and he saw a familiar brunette standing behind him, smiling, slightly out of breath.

'Hi,' she said breathlessly.

'OK be nice, be a tourist,' he said to himself.

'Hi yourself.' He said with a smile.

She gave him a weird look. 'You dropped this back at the jetty, I thought you might be needing it.'

It was the port key that Blaise had given him. And she was the girl he saw on the muggle communication device.

'Do you like this author?' she questioned.

Draco faltered. Who was the author? What was the name of the book. He decided to take a chance.

'Oh yeah, he's great. Got to love him.'

Again she gave him a weird look. 'It's by Brenda Thort… a woman…'

Draco blushed- not a usual occurrence- and tried to fix his mistake.

 'Ah yeah, but she seems to write the males in the book so well that sometimes it seems like she is a he.'

'Smooth Draco, very smooth.'

'Yeah, I guess I can see your point.'

A smile spread across her lips. 'Sorry, you must think I'm really rude. I'm Sonia by the way.'

'Hi Sonia, I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy. I saw you on the jetty before I think.'

'It's nice to meet you and yeah that was me.'

'Um, I hope you don't mind me asking, but where is your boyfriend?'

'Who Peter? Hah, he's not my boyfriend! Gosh we haven't gone out since like two years ago,' she said with a giggle.

He brightened up instantly

'Are you from around these parts?' he questioned.

'Well, yeah but I go to… boarding school… in another country…Scholarship,' she added.

'Ahh,' Draco said intelligently.

'Are you here on holidays?' she asked.

'Yeah, I guess you could say that.'

'With family?'

'Nah, just by myself.'

'Wow, you don't look older than 17. That's pretty young for a traveller.'

'Yeah I'm seventeen, in a couple of months anyway. I'm off to my last year of school soon.'

'Me too! So I guess this is kind of like a bit of R & R for you, hey?'

He chuckled. 'Did I just chuckle' he thought. 'Oh yeah. The years just go by so quick.'

'Oh I agree completely,' she giggled, 'but it makes us sound so old when we say that.'

'Too true,' he agreed.

Draco must have been hallucinating. He was actually having a conversation with a muggle, and liking it.

He started to say something when she did as well.

'Would…'

'Are…'

'Go ahead' he said.

'Oh I was just wondering if you were doing anything tonight. You could come to the pub with me and Peter if you want. We'll probably just shoot some pool and drink for a couple of hours.'

'You know what, I would love to,' he said with a smile even though he had no idea what shooting pool was.

Sonia's smile seemed to stretch all the way to her ears and it seemed to have the most unusual effect on his stomach.

They started walking back towards the 'Jetty'. Peter was there as well. He looked up, saw Sonia and grinned.

'Back are we?'

'Yeah and look who I met! He's going to join us OK.'

Peter looked like he was swallowing a lemon. He had obviously thought that it was going to be just him and Sonia that night.

Draco smiled inwardly. 'Competition makes it so much more fun.'

They headed up to 'THE BEACHHOUSE'. A small local pub with a great lively feeling and a free 'Jukebox' Sonia had explained to Draco earlier.

While Sonia and Draco set up the pool table- which was a big table covered in a green material- for their game- in which they had to sink a lot of balls into holes on the table in order to be able to sink the black ball last and win the game- Peter went to buy the drinks. Peter had a 'Beer', Sonia had a 'Cocktail' and Draco had what was known as a 'Bundy Rum and Cola'. These muggles were very confusing.

Two hours- and a considerable amount of 'Alcohol'- later, they had finished their fourth game of pool in which it was Sonia and Draco against Peter. Sonia and Draco had thrashed Peter in the third and fourth game, and were celebrating with a couple of 'shots'. They were small glasses of liquid and tasted surprisingly good after two or three. Or maybe he was just 'shit-faced' as Sonia so eloquently put it.

When they exited the pub, Sonia had to go to her 'car' to get some change so she could pay for the cab home. Draco went with her 'For her protection'. Peter must have thought that Draco was going to do something to Sonia, so he went too. Sonia unlocked her 'car'. It was a shiny silver looking carriage with lots of curves and on the back it read 'Lamborghini'.

'Wow,' Draco exclaimed, 'I've read about those. They're meant to be really expensive.'

'Yeah, well that's what you get when Daddy is a multi-billionaire, and you're daddy's little girl,' explained Peter in an artificial voice from the other side of the car.

'What are you guys talking about?' came Sonia's voice from inside the car.

'Nothing at all,' Peter muttered as the taxi arrived.

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A/N OK First chapter done. So… what do you think? Keep going?? Please review once you've read the story.

~Lockeness~