After their forth year, summer holidays.

Btw, I made Draco way more outgoing at home, and happy, how I think it would be.

I sat down as Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe were making caramel apples. I honestly, wasn't a cook, but if they enjoyed it, I was examining the tiles on the floor, quite bored. Black and white were the checkered colors. Black seemed to repeat itself throughout the house. Black everywhere.

"Are you guys done yet?" I asked, more than bored. I might as well have been watching paint dry.

"Draco, do you have any patience?" Greg asked.

"No, not really." I admited.

"Well, we'll be done in a few minutes. You can help if you want."

"Nah, I think I'll pass. Thanks anyways " I said, adding a hint of sarcasm towards the end.

Minutes passed.

"Hurry up." I complained.

"Go hang out with Blaise." He said.

"Bring Blaise? Over here? Now? But I'm too lazy." I sighed, putting my forehead on the arm off the chair I was sitting on.

"Just owl him. He's right down the street." Vinny said.

"That includes picking up a pen and writing!" I moaned.

"Wow, you really are lazy today." Vinny chuckled.

"I know." I sighed. One of the apples fell on the floor, already caramel on it.

"That one's yours Draco." Greg said.

"Oh come on- Wait, are those green apples?"

"No, they're purple apples-"

"I love you guys almost as much as I love green apples!" I said, jumping up and hugging the both of them.

"Draco, man, that was reallly awkward."

"Yeah, don't do that again." Vinny confirmed.

"Whatever." I said, grabbing an apple. I took a bite, and set it down on the table, and sat down.

"Draco!" I heard my father call from the other room. I sighed.

"Yes Father?" I responded, making sure to say it without attitude knowing if I did I probably wouldn't see daylight for a few days.

"Come here!" He said.

"Coming" I said. It was what I feared. Getting up. I was so tired, I didn't get any sleep. I swear, I heard footsteps. It was quite possible my house was haunted, since it was so old. Then the thoughts of what would happen if Voldemort made me a Death Eater also haunted me throughout the night. I didn't want to be one anymore. Greg watched in amusement as I got up slowly and walked to the reading room. I entered, and immediately sat down on the plush tan chair. "What do you need, father?" I asked.

"I-... Did you get any sleep last night?"

"About an hour of it." I admited.

"Why?"

"I just couldn't sleep..."

"Alright... Well, I'm just letting you know you should pack your things, about two weeks worth of clothes. Me and your mother are going on vacation-"

"Where?! Am I going?!"

"That's where I'm getting to. We are going to America, and no your not going, your going to your cousins."

"Who's? It's a pure-blood family, right?"

"Yes.. You'll be going to Molly Weasly's house."

I felt my jaw drop. The Weasly's? Me? No, this can't be happening. "The Weasleys... Out of ALL our family, I'm going, to the Weasleys... I thought you hated the Weasleys?"

"I do."

"So then why..."

"They offered."

My eyes widened. That couldn't be good. "But... Why didn't you say no?"

My father gave me a smirk. I learned to smirk from him. "Payback for the whipped cream shaving cream." He said.

Typical Slytherin. "But...It was a joke!"

"And this, is my revenge, dear boy. Do not underestimate me."

I sighed and walked out of the room, slamming the door shut. Greg and Vinny were looking at me, worried. "What's wrong Draco?" They said in unison.

"Everything." I said, angrily. I sat down on the same chair I was at before.

"Draco, tell us." Greg said.

"I have to (Insert Creative Cuss Word) go to the Weasleys for two (Insert Creative Cuss Word) weeks." I said.

"Does your dad hate you that much?" He asked. Vinnys face was red from trying to stop laughter. I glared daggers at him, and chucked my half eaten apple at the back of his head. "Ow.."

"Apparently." I sighed. "Oh Greg, kill me now." Greg took out his wand. "Not literally... Yet." I said.

"When are you going?" Greg asked. Vinny went back to making the apples so I wouldn't see him laughing.

" I don't know, actually, one second." I said, walking over to the fridge. I looked at the magical calendar on the side which instantly wrote down the dates. Printed on Fridays date was 'Vacation.' What was today? Thursday? "Tomorrow" I moaned .

"Feel bad for you, stuck with the Weaslys for two weeks? Not to mention that Harry Potter spends time over there, along with Granger. A whole two weeks LIVING with Gryffindors against you-know-who."

"Tell me about it." I snorted.

Rons POV.

I devoured the sandwich my mother just made, along with my 3 other siblings that were currently present. Percy was out being a prat, and Bill and Charlie were both at work. My dad was just getting ready to go to work, at the ministry of magic. I took a sip of the milk, and instantly spit it out. It was disgusting. Fred and George were laughing their heads off.

"Dude, what did you do to my milk?" I said, taking a napkin and whiping my tongue, quite literally.

"It's a new invention, Do you like it?"

"Bloody hell guys!"

"Language, Ronald Weasly." My mother reminded me.

"Still, what is this?"

"Puke flavored flavoring, the first ones on the house." George said.

"Well I hope-" I started.

"But considering we used three of them, that will be 4 Galleons please." Fred said.

"Unfair!" I protested.

"Ginny, I Highly suggest you don't drink your milk." George said. Ginny slowly pushed the milk away.

"Ron, can you clean Percy's room?" My mom said.

"Why?"

"A guest is coming."

"Who?"

"Draco Malfoy."

I purposely drank more of the milk to take a spit take.

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