by ??
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter; J.K.Rowling does. The only thing of this story I own is the plot and Melaana Cartlson.
Chapter One: Enemy of the Summer
Melaana covered her eyes as sunlight drifted into Ginny Weasley's bedroom. Hermione sighed and Ginny let out a loud, groaning yell. Caught by surprise, Melaana gave a small jump, rolled off the bed and onto the floor.
"Whoops! Sorry, Laana," Ginny said sleepily, peering over the bed at Melaana.
"'Sall right," Melaana said, wincing as she shakily stood up.
Melaana Carlson had met Ginny Weasley on the Hogwarts Express the previous year, and, being introduced by Ginny, she had met Harry Potter, Ginny's brother Ron, and Hermione granger.
"What fell?" Ron yawned, opening Ginny's bedroom door.
"I did," Melaana said, rubbing her tailbone gently. "Fell outta bed."
"Ouch," Ron said. "Anyways, mum says you've gotta get up. She's said someone is coming to stay here over the summer."
"Who?" Hermione asked, standing up and stretching her arms.
"Dunno," Ron said. "Wouldn't say."
Ron exited the room and left the three girls to get dressed.
As Hermione, Ginny, and Melaana were walking down the many steps, they could hear Mrs. Weasley shouting at the twins, Fred and George.
"You boys better straighten out your act before the school year, or you two won't be going–"
"What do'ya mean 'we wont be going to school this year?" Fred shouted.
"You didn't let me finish," Mrs. Weasley said. "You'd better straighten out your act, or else you won't be going to school this year with all the hairs on your head!"
"Oh," George said quietly. "That's what you meant."
"That's exactly what I meant!" Mrs. Weasley shouted, but then stopped when she saw Melaana, Ginny and Hermione walk into the kitchen. "Good morning, dears," she said, pulling out her wand from her apron pocket and giving it a little flick.
Eight plates, forks knives, and glasses floated magically out of one of the cabinets and onto the kitchen table, where Ron, Harry, Fred and George were already sitting. Mrs. Weasley gave her wand another flick, and a pot and pan that were on the stove floated over to the table.
"Eat up," Mrs. Weasley said, placing a large plate pilled with buttered toast on the tabled.
As they ate, Mr. Weasley came down the stairs, buttoning his cloak for work. "Is he here yet?"
Mrs. Weasley shook her head, flicking her wand at the teapot bubbling on the stove, causing steam to issue from its spout.
"His mother explained to me that he didn't want any part of his fathers business," Mrs. Weasley said, unaware that all the children were listening in to her and her husbands conversation.
"That's no reason to trust him," Mr. Weasley said exasperatedly. "Molly, that boys father is a–"
A sharp tap on the front door cut off Mr. Weasley. "That must be them," Mrs. Weasley said, moving quickly to the door and opening it.
To everyone's surprise, standing outside was a woman with long, blonde hair and a boy, in his teens, also with equally blonde hair.
It was Narcissa and Draco Malfoy.
Hermione and Melaana gasped, and the glass Harry had been holding shattered. Ron, Fred, George, and Ginny gapped, starring at the two people standing in their front doorway, looking strange in the elegant clothing against the country atmosphere around them. "Come in, come in," Mrs. Weasley said politely, eyeing the reactions of the children.
"Molly, it is good to see you again," Narcissa said, stepping to the Weasley kitchen. "I apologize now for the trouble my son may cause you."
Draco shot a nasty look at his mother, but then he shifted his gaze to the people staring at him. Fred was whispering something into Ron's ear, which sounded much like, "For the rest of the summer? Is mum serious?!"
George was mouthing something while looking completely disgusted. There was Harry, holding a broken glass in his hand, and sitting next to Harry was Ginny, who was picking up glass shards off the table, staring at Harry saying, "Harry…Harry? Are you okay? …Harry?"
Hermione had covered her eyes and was shaking her head, and the girl sitting next to Hermione–who had auburn hair–was just sitting there, just starring at Draco, her head cocked to the side and her mouth slightly open. The girls pale blue eyes and his silver ones met, and Draco, feeling his face getting warm, looked to the floor.
"Fred, George, Ron, Ginny Harry, Hermione, Melaana," Mrs. Weasley said, "You know Draco from school?"
"Psh, yeah we do," Ron muttered.
The girls nodded, but all the boys were slumped in their seats, looking suspiciously at Malfoy.
"I think that leaving him here," Narcissa explained to Mrs. Weasley, "will make him see that there is different world out there then luxury and no house elves to work for you. He takes advantage of that sometimes."
"Well then, you've come to the right place," Mrs. Weasley said, smiling at Narcissa and her son.
"Well, its best if I be off now," Narcissa said. "Draco's father and I are preparing a trip for when he goes back to school." She kissed her son on his blonde head, waved goodbye to the people in the room, walked out into the Weasley's front yard and disapperated.
Mr. Weasley, who had said nothing during the conversation with Narcissa and his wife, spoke suddenly. "Molly, I have to be off too, so I'll se you all at dinner," he said, looking around at all of the children in his kitchen, and he to disapperated.
Mrs. Weasley sighed deeply, and turned to the others in the kitchen. "Well, why don't we start working in the garden? Ron, you must have some extra clothes for Draco to change into?"
Ron turned slightly red, muttered something and started walking up the stairs to his room. Mrs. Weasley walked out of the back door and into the garden, soon followed by Fred and George, who didn't look very happy that they would have to be working with a 'Weasley-hater'.
Draco turned to Ginny, Harry, Hermione, and the auburn haired girl, sneering at them. "Well, this is going to be an interesting summer, isnt it?" he drawled.
"We doing know what your trying to pull, Malfoy," Hermione snapped. "You've probably convinced your mother that you want to be good, and shes probably brought you here to get at Harry!"
"For your information, Mudblood, my mother hasn't brought me here to do something like that, in a house full of–"
"Don't call her that!" the girl with auburn hair yelled at Draco.
Harry, Hermione, and Draco glared at her. "I'm sorry…" she muttered, shifting her gaze to the floor.
"Who are you to stop me from calling granger a Mudblood?" Draco asked, moving closer to Melaana to look her straight in the eye.
"Don't call her that!" Harry said this time, drawing his wand on Draco.
Draco pushed Harry away into the kitchen chairs and waving his wand at the chair legs, and Draco returned his gaze to the girl; Hermione and Ginny were trying to help Harry, who was stuck under the table, the chair legs stuck to the floor, unmoving.
"Who are you?" Draco asked, pinning the frightened girl up against a wall.
"Melaana Carlson, and I would like it if you would please stop calling–"
Ron, who threw an old, dark green t-shirt and working jeans at Draco's head, interrupted their heated conversation.
Draco was having problems out in the garden, not having cleaned one up before. Half of the things he had done were only in his Herbology class, and that was at school. Mrs. Weasley said that the girl, Melissa, or whatever, was going to be helping him with the things he needed help with, which completely scared Melaana.
Draco kept glancing at the girl who had shorted in his face for calling Hermione the worst name you could call a Muggle-born. "She does have rather pretty eyes…" Draco thought to himself, pulling on a root stubbornly, although it wouldn't budge. "Oh, come on, you damn root!" he muttered to it. "Move!"
Melaana looked at him out of the corner of her eye and said, "I think it would rather you not to curse at it."
Draco glared at her, and she recoiled. "I was just saying," she mumbled, returning to her own work.
"Who gave you the order to speak your mind?" he snapped at Melaana, tugging on the root before it finally released its hold on the Earth. Draco was flung back from the force of his pulling, and he landed on his side.
Melaana laughed silently, and Draco leered at her. "I'm sorry," she said, wiping her dirty hands on her pants.
It was then that Draco realized that bandages covered the girl's small hands. Old bandages, it seemed at that. His expression softened, and Melaana, seeing the look of question on his face, said, "What?"
Draco shook his head, saying nothing, and he returned to his gardening.
A/N: so this is the first chapter! Hope you liked it, and please review.