Hey guys! Needless to say, I was shocked at how many people read the first chapter. Now, just in case some of you don't like how I treated Harry..I'm uber-sorry, but I needed to get him out of the way and it was the first idea that came to me. Don't be confused, I love Harry and am so glad that he in real Harry Potter world made it through ^^. And sorry it took me a bit to update, been busy with school, since I just started University, so that's the reason for most times when I'm late updating, okie-dokie? And please feel free to comment! I would love to read what you guys think!
Knock knock knock. Knock knock knock.
"Go away," Draco groaned. "I don't want to buy anything tonight."
Knock knock knock.
The knocking became more persistent.
"Merlin's saggy left sock," Draco muttered under his breath, the knocking finally waking him up.
Knock knock knock.
"I'm coming!" he bellowed. He looked at his clock. It read 1:37am. Damn those stupid people who are out all hours of the night!
Draco dragged his feet to the front door as the knocking continued. "I'm coming, I'm coming," he called. Merlin people are pushy! But why in the hell of things were they knocking at 1:30 in the bloody morning?
He looked through the peep-hole and saw a head of red. A Weasley. "What are you doing here?" he asked.
"Can you let me in?" came a girl's voice. 'It's girl Weasley,' Draco realized. And unless he was mistaken, he heard silent sobbing on the other end of the door.
Draco cursed himself for always having a weakness for crying girls. Sighing heavily, he opened the front door of Malfoy Manor.
"What in the hell of things are you doing here?" he demanded. "It's 1:30 in the bloody morning!" He really hated being woken in the middle of the night.
"I-I-I need a place to stay," Weasley said quietly, choking through her sobs. "You were the only person I could think of. No one will look here," she burst into tears.
'Merlin,' Draco thought. He couldn't remember the last time he saw her cry, not that he paid attention to her or anything. She just seemed to be ready to hex someone before crying.
"Ugh, come in. But don't think you're going to stay too long," Draco sneered at her. The blood-traitor didn't deserve niceties from him, not too many. "Where's your stuff?" he asked. Weasley lifted up a small duffel bag. "That's it? Geez, you are still poor aren't you? U would've thought Potter could've at least given you a decent bag."
She slightly reacted to the mention of Potter, but then just glared at him. Draco was taken aback. Not by the glare, he expected that, but by the sadness, the grief that flickered in her eyes at the name. 'What the hell did Potter do to her?' he thought fiercely, much to his shock. Why should he care about her?
"Get your bag and follow me," Draco said, rolling his eyes. Weasley nodded and followed him into the house. He led her to a spare room on the second floor. He flicked his wand and the bed became freshly made. He had learned a few tricks now that he lived there alone.
"Thanks," Weasley muttered, slowly sitting on the bed. She dropped the bag onto the floor, her shoulders shrugged, almost as if she had been defeated emotionally.
Draco shrugged in response. "Just don't plan on staying here for too long." He turned around and headed to bed. As he drifted off to sleep, he wondered what had happened to Weasley.
