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I hope you enjoy this as much as I had writing it. This story is also very close to being completed and you will be getting a new chapter every week. Yay for constant updates!
It's quite irritating how a lot of things do not show up of FF. Sigh, all my indents and pretty lines are gone!
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To Be a Weasel: Chapter 1, Boredom is the creation of regrettable ideas.
To Draco, to be a weasel meant to be a Weasley or a sly Slytherin. In this case, he could be either.
Summary: It was post-war and Draco has nothing to do. He and Blaise soon realize that Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley have separated. Draco then realizes this is the way to appease his boredom and uses polyjuice to ruin the adorable savior. However, Draco soon realizes that ruining Potter may be the wrong word because everything unexpected starts with Potter.
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Oh, what a bore life was. Draco had less to do than a sack of potatoes. He sunk into the large velvet chair in his father's study with pile upon pile of books encircling him. Of course, he didn't read them. Why bother? He was already bored; he didn't need his father's ongoing chapters of history, magic, and whatever it was Lucius Malfoy read to escalate the intensity of his boredom. It was post-war; Voldemort was gone, his father locked away, and himself? He was watched by aurors from every angle, after all, he was Draco Malfoy; rich, sexy, suave…and wanted. But then again it made him pretty popular with the females, so, he's wasn't complaining.
"Draco," his mother, Narcissa, called.
Draco slumped out from the chair, "Yes, mother?"
"Draco, it seems that a friend of yours is at the doorstep," it was strange for his mother to get him herself. The Malfoy manor had sheltered many house elves who served the Malfoys before even himself. However, with the growing distance from him and his mother, he was not surprised that Narcissa had been speaking to him more often. She was worried. He knew that. But Draco was fine, so what if his father was in Azkaban? It mattered not. He was head of the Malfoy manor now.
...well. He hasn't done much as 'Lord Malfoy' and instead casually lounged around the manor.
Draco shook off his thoughts, "Yes, mother. I'll be right there."
Draco stretched his pale limbs, realizing he's been sitting upon the loveseat for hours. He walked down the corridor, making his way through the long hallways and sharp turns. Finally, the sly Slytherin reached the front door. In way was his was his longtime friend, Blaise Zabini.
"Hullo, Draco," Blaise smirked casually, "bored as ever, I see?"
Draco sighed, "Nothing to do anymore. What is it you want anyways?"
Blaise winced jokingly, "That hurt, Lord Malfoy. Invite me in, will you?"
"Rude and arrogant. What a Slytherin," Draco scoffed before giving a light chuckle.
"And you have room to judge?" Blaise walked past Draco and flopped onto the closest couch from the living room. "How're you Draco?"
"Bored," the platinum blond bluntly stated.
"Is that so?" Blaise replied uninterested. "Theodore is supposedly coming."
Draco looked surprised and honestly he missed his friends, ever since his father was sent to Azkaban and he graduated from Hogwarts, he did not dilly dally with his friends but instead slumped in chairs and complained about his boredom. My, was he productive! He especially missed the boys over Pansy and Queenie.
"Exciting. Let us talk about why you're here over tea." Draco called for a house elf, clapping his hands, and waiting impatiently, "Go get us some tea, three cups. What kind of tea do you want, Blaise?"
"Whatever. How about earl grey?"
"That sounds pleasant. You heard him, go fetch us some."
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and another stubby house elf came rushing to the mahogany door's aid.
Draco peeked over his shoulder to see the door, already knowing who it was. "Theo," Draco greeted with a quick nod.
"I got the Daily Prophet for you, Blaise," Draco chuckled. Theodore's rabbit-like features had yet to change since their childhood.
"Good then, toss it, will you?" Blaise smirked. "Look at it a moment, Draco. The queen weasel! Never once would I think she'd have it in her."
On the front of the Daily Prophet wrote:
The Chosen One! The Boy-Who-Lived! Our savior, dumped by his three-year girlfriend, Ginerva Weasley!
Sources spotted Ginny Weasley arm in arm with another man, her ex, Dean Thomas! When asked about this sneaky behavior, the young Weasley replied, "Harry and I? Oh, that…well, you see…Harry and I are no longer together, may I say. It wasn't working out." Rita Skeeter was determined to figure out the cause for such devastating news of the "golden couple." When our sourced asked Mr. Potter at his office with his fellow Aurors, he replied, "She broke it off. That's all." The devastation on our savior's face was of absolute horror and deep pain…
Draco smirked, "Surprising little coy Weasley broke it off with Harry Potter, did she? How hilarious!" Draco began to laugh at his arch nemesis's pain. Draco also felt surprised that Potter had even passed his N.E.W.T exams to even get himself into the Auror's office. Interesting, he thought.
"Isn't it?" Blaise joined into the laughter before mimicking the Daily Prophet, "'He was in such horror and pain!' Oh this Rita Skeeter, she's amazing at embarrassing that sod."
The house elf gently placed the tea upon the table and snuck his way out of the presence of his master. Draco believed this article had made his day, "I want to poke some fun with Potter. I miss stabbing his wounds."
Blaise chuckled, "Do you, Draco? Missing Harry sodding Potter? You might as well polyjuice yourself as the ginger and gain all of the Golden Boy's dark secrets. Oh, and even add in that you can break his heart into a billion pieces."
Draco smirked, he stroke his platinum hair back, "I should. My, I have no more girls to manipulate, why not try the most powerful, sycophant arse in the whole wizarding world!"
The dark skinned boy frowned, "That bored, Draco? You better be careful not to be found, your voice is much too deep for the Weasley, but I must admit poking at Potter would be exciting."
Theodore frowned, knowing this wasn't going to turn out well, "I'm not involved, okay?"
Draco chuckled, "why would you be, Theo?"
Draco then turned his attention to Blaise who seem to have come up with a brilliant idea. The pale, arrogant slytherin leaned towards his darker and equally arrogant friend with a smirk far too devious not to be noticed. Blaise, on the other hand, let out a laugh, realizing how stupid the two of them were for even considering doing this to Harry Potter. However, they both knew it would be much too exciting to pass up such a brilliant chance to bring shame to Potter's golden name. The excitement gave Draco the chills as his smirk widened to its fullest degree.
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Harry stormed from the guest room to the dining room of Hermione and Ron's home. "This! This! Rita Skeeter!"Harry let out an aggravated grunt.
Ron grabbed the Daily Prophet from the disgruntled Harry, "This broad always takes it out of proportion. Ginny and Harry had a mutual break, didn't they?"
"Ron, you can just ask me instead of generally asking it as though I'm not there," Harry stated bitterly before continuing, "But yes and no. Ginny instigated it first. I agreed knowing that our three years together would not last anyways." Harry slumped into the simple wooden dining chair, "'In horror and deep pain'? I said and did nothing of the sort! I was more nonchalant than Dumbledore himself!"
"Harry James Potter! Stop sulking! I made food, you know!" Hermione knew that what Rita Skeeter said wasn't as far-fetched as Harry acted it was. She knew very well that Harry had been sulking at his apartment for a week. Had not Hermione offered for him to stay at their home, he'd never leave the darkness and ill-comfort of his room.
"I'm sorry, 'Mine. You're right, I need to calm down. I'm used to this blasted crap anyways." Harry sat up tall and kept his mouth shut.
Hermione felt guilty, Harry did often have to deal with the media prying their hands into his personal life and this may had been the wrong time for the media to do it. It truly affected Harry; especially Ginny being with Dean, after all, all they did was fight. "Oh Harry, I know that it's troubling you. Don't keep your mouth shut, but keep it lower."
Harry smiled, "Thanks, 'mine. It's just…Dean? Of all the people in the world, Dean!"
Oh, was Hermione always right or what? She gave a small giggle. "Harry, I know, I don't approve of Dean either, but what are we to do?"
Harry let out an irritated sigh. Hermione turned to Harry from the stove and gave a light and warm smile. She plated the food and walked over to the dining table before placing it down. Ron looked at the food hungrily. "Ron, you gluttonous fool, do not touch the food!" Ron snapped back his 'sneaky' hand and gave Hermione a pout. The brown haired Gryffindor casted a quick spell to presently set the table for three and sat down happily. "Now then, let's eat, yes?"
Ron almost dived for the fresh food had he not noticed the intense glare of his girlfriend. Ron sighed, slowly placed large portions of the brown-haired girl's amazing food onto his plate.
"Oh, 'mine. This fud iz so goo!"
"Ron! That's disgusting, but thank you, love," She gave a quick peck on the ginger's freckled check before returning to her seat. "Now Harry, I will need to talk to you about Ginny, alright?"
"Sure." Harry shrugged enjoying Hermione's gourmet taste, "Hermione, this food is brilliant!"
She smiled, feeling proud. "Well, Harry. I feel like the break up is really getting to you. You've been sulking nonstop and you've been stalking her whenever you find her!"
Harry's mouth went dry, knowing she was right, "But, it's nothing I can't handle."
"Of course not, Harry. You'll be fine but right now you aren't and you need to just admit it."
"'Mine…"
"Harry."
"Ron!" Chimed the red-head after finishing his plate.
Hermione gave a light chuckle before using wingardium leviosa to levitate the plates to the sink. "Anyone care for a stroll down Diagon Alley?" The two other boys' eyes began to gleam. Hermione knew that the two were looking forward to looking at the latest broom model to be released. She smiled briefly as she waited for her slob boyfriend and slob best friend change out of their night clothes and into something more casual. Harry was the first to finish, now, only waiting for Ron who was indulging in a long warm shower. Hermione tapped her feet impatiently and gave a swift glare in Harry's direction. Harry parted a sigh from his perched lips and gave Hermione a 'fine, I'll get him' look.
Harry brought his tanned hands up to the white door leading to the bathroom before giving it a couple knocks. "Ron! Hurry your arse up before Hermione pummels me for you being too slow!" After no answer, Harry got suspicious, "Ron?" He tensed and felt his hair on edge and gave a worried glance to Hermione who came quickly thereafter. "What do you think happened…?"
"Alohomora!" Hermione chanted before the door unlocked. "Ron!"
Ron's body was lying in the tub, unconscious, as the water from the shower continue to splash onto his face. Harry quickly ran to shut it off and unplug the drain. Hermione still stood at the door, waiting to see if Ron was alright. She was not planning to see her boyfriend. Harry did a quick drying spell and wrapped Ron in a towel. "Renneverte!" Harry chanted, bringing Ron out of unconsciousness. Ron's eyes fluttered open and he gave a loud cough. He looked around fairly confused and noticed Hermione at the doorway and his face began to blend with his hair.
"What happened, Ron? Are you stupid? You're such a fool!" Hermione insulted worriedly and angrily, stepping into the loo, now that Ron was wrapped up.
"I don't think I remember anything, 'mine. All I remember was there I was…showering, then my head. It felt, dizzy. And after that, I just don't know," Ron shook hair partially damp hair and smiled at the worried brown haired girl. "Are we still going to Diagon Alley?"
"Ron, you idiot!" She muttered before storming off.
Harry gave an awkward smile and sighed, "That was real odd…"
"I'll say. I really want to go to Diagon Alley. I don't know why she's looking at me like I'm a prat, it's like I just froze hell over or something!"
"No, not that, Ron," Harry chuckled. "She's just worried, what's weird is that you randomly passed out that that."
"It was probably too warm in here, I get a bit sick when it's stuffy," Ron shrugged.
Harry looked up, the window…was open? That made it even odder. It was also winter time and the air was thin, if the window was open, the stuffy air would surely get out. However, the window wasn't large. It was no longer than Harry's shoulders and no wider than a foot and a half. Not the mention it was pretty high up, maybe about three feet over Harry's head and touching the top ceiling. Harry felt something was amiss and did not know whether to shake it off or not. His Auror senses begged to differ and tugged at his skull until he decided he would investigate.
"What're you pondering, mate?" Ron asked casually while getting dressed.
Harry snapped out of his trance, "Oh, the window. Was it always open?"
Ron raised an eyebrow, "Window?"
"Yes, that one up there," Harry pointed to the black framed window.
"Huh," Ron replied, in surprised, but not total puzzlement. "Well, I never noticed it. Then again I wouldn't notice something put in such an odd space."
"It's open too, half way to be exact," Harry continued, leaning closer to the window. What was this window doing here and if Ron didn't know about it, why is it open?
"'Mine!" Ron called for his majestic girlfriend.
"What!" She retorted.
Ron winced, "Come here will you, there's something off here."
Hermione rushed into the loo, "What is it?" She felt excited that perhaps it would be like the old days where they all would be together solving things that seemed amiss. However, the answer wasn't always pleasing to say the least. Just like how they pushed into the Chamber of Secrets and found that three headed dog that she couldn't remember the name of. Or the time they wander the house of the old lady in Grimmauld Place and she turned out to be Nagini. She shivered lightly and looked up to what Harry was glazing at. Her face looked extremely puzzled. "The window is open? Oh, that's right! I opened it this morning when I was cooking."
Harry glanced at Hermione, "That would make sense. That definitely got me worried!" Harry and Ron sighed in unison.
Hermione gave a light laugh, "You two, it's just a window." Hermione closed it with a short spell and looked at the two boys, "Diagon Alley?"
Ron and Harry's eyes beamed once more. "Okay, let's go now!" Ron jumped from the bathroom. They golden trio walked toward the floo portal and each grabbed a handful of floo powder before announcing their destination.
The trio glanced around their destination, Diagon Alley, excitingly window shopping for the new, slick, ebony colored broom. The golden trio looked at one another with an extreme giddy expression. Diagon Alley looked as Victorian and grungy as ever, after the second wizard war, all the closed shops reopened, all returning with a new stock. Hermione looked sweetly at Ollivandar's wand shop and felt glad that it was back.
"There!" Harry cried out like a child when he found what they were looking for. Suddenly a flash of red waved past him before he could even enter the shop. He whipped his head around only to see…
"Ginny…"
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Yes! Chapter one, done! Please rate and review! I love constructive criticism and compliment. Yum yum. Thank you plenty! My next update will be on Sunday or Monday. Early, yes? Please ignore that Harry actually had feelings for Ginny right now, they eventually go 'poof' anywho. Besides, It is Drarry.