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Chapter Two

When the room stopped spinning, Draco and Ron found themselves in a very small room. "They're here!" they heard a woman yell, followed by the sounds of running feet. A man and a woman appeared in the doorway, eyeing them curiously.

"Welcome to our laundry room," the man said warmly.

Ron looked around the room, "What do you use it for?"

The woman laughed, though not unkindly, and replied, "It's where we wash clothes, linens, and other fabric type stuff."

Draco looked at the washing maching and dryer with distaste. "You do your own washing?" he asked, trying to hide his disgust.

The woman looked like she wanted to roll her eyes, "Yes we do and you will too."

Draco looked faint while Ron looked rather excited. The couple glanced from one boy to the other, noticing their very different reactions. "Anyhow, all of this can be discussed later. My name is Vlad and this is my wife Susan," the man said. He was average height with bushy long black hair,a matching beard, and light brown eyes. The woman was taller, slender like a model. She had long blonde hair which curled perfectly at the ends and big green eyes. Draco noted that she didn't look half bad for a squib.

The man pointed at Ron and squinted in thought, "You must be Ronald Weasley." He then pointed at Draco, "And you are Draco Malfoy, right?"

Both boys nodded politely.

The couple led the boys up a spiral staircase to an attic/loft level. "Some wizards were here yesterday remodeling this part of the house for you two. You've got quite a nice place for yourselves now," Susan said as they climbed the stair.

Draco concluded that the squibs did not know what a 'nice place' was as he looked at the low ceiling and dusty, narrow hallway. There were three doors off of the hall and Draco only hoped that the rooms beyond were what she was referring to when she said 'nice'.

The room was tiny. There was a twin bed pushed into a corner with a little bedside table perched next to it. The only other furniture was a chair, desk, and wardrobe. Draco could not fathom WHY his father had allowed this! Fuming, he nonetheless attempted to mask his disgust and anger as he set down his trunk on the bed.

"There. I'll leave you to get all settled while we show Ronald which room is his," the squib couple exited, Ron trailing behind them uncertainly.

Draco sat down on the bed, vaguely staring around the room, as though searching for the luxury that he was so used to.

Meanwhile, Ron had discovered that his room was just as humble as Draco's. The only difference was that his had a framed drawing of what was supposed to be a flower on one of the walls.

"Do you like it?" asked Vlad.

"Yes, it's lovely," said Ron. "I feel like a muggle! It's fascinating!"

"Well, that's good," said Susan, smiling. "We'll leave you to get settled in." She andVlad walked out of the room.

There came a tapping on the wall. "Hey Weasley," hissed Draco through the wall. "What's your room like? If it's any better than mine I'm going to kill you."

"No, er, it's just the same except I've got this weird bit of artwork on my wall. But you can have that if you want."

"Why would I want your shitty muggle art?" he asked the wall.

"Well I think it's kind of nice..." Ron murmured, yet the walls were so thin that Draco could still hear him.

"Weird bugger," Draco muttered to himself in a voice even quieter than Ron's that could still be heard by Ron.

"Art hater," whispered Ron.

"Muggle kisser," squeaked Draco.

And so on.

A few hours later there came a knock on Ron's door. Susan poked her head in, "Ronald?" He had been absentmindedly sleeping on his bed, not having unpacked at all. "Ronald, would you please wake Draco up and both you come down to dinner?"

Ron, half awake, suddenly leapt up, "Wake Draco up? What do you think I am, suicidal?"

She looked puzzled.

"Oh fine then. But if I die in the process, promise me you'll give that picture on my wall to my family as a remembrance of me."

She nodded uncertainly. Ron took a deep breath, walked to Draco's door, and knocked. There was some rustling, a scream, a slunk, and then Draco appeared at the door. Seeing Ron, he sneered, "What do you want?"

"It's...dinner," Ron said and walked away. Draco trotted to catch up.

"What do you mean 'it's dinner'? Was that a threat?"

"No Draco, you idiot," sighed Ron. "It's dinnertime. Time to eat dinner, understand?"

"Oh."

They walked in silence down the spiral stairway. Susan was waiting for them. She left them to the kitchen where they sat down.Vlad brought in a large pot of spaghetti from which they served themselves. Ron and Draco ate quietly whileVlad and Susan laughed and chatted with each other.

After dinner Draco and Ron found their way back to their respective rooms and went right to sleep. Tomorrow would be their first day of muggle school and they would have to get up at six, several hours before they normally did.

Draco awoke to music and for a moment he thought he was having a nightmare. "Yeah yeah yeah! Yeah yeah yeah!" a pop singer shouted and followed that with a more melodious, high-pitched, "Yeah..." Draco reached for his wand and found it wasn't there. Oh yes, he remembered now, it was hidden in his wardrobe where it belonged. He sighed, sat up, and tried to recall which button SHE had told him to press to turn off the alarm.

"Aaaaaaah!" he heard Ron wail from the other room and he wondered if the Weasley had suffered the same fate as him.

"Can it Weasley!" he shouted, pressing all the buttons on the radio until it turned off. "Fucking muggle music..." he muttered as he stood up.

Suddenly the music blasted loudly from Ron's room and Ron screamed, "Turn it off! Aaaah! Turn it off!" Draco, muttering curses, ran to Ron's room. Ron was laying on the floor, curled into a little ball with his hands over his ears.

Draco turned off the radio, gave Ron a disgusted glance, and went back to his own room, slamming the door behind him.

Draco put on his school uniform: white dress shirt, Slytherin house tie, dark grey V-neck sweater, black pants, and his Slytherin robe. Realizing his mistake, Draco took off the robe.

He was on his way to the bathroom to fix his hair and see how he looked when Vlad shouted up stairs, "You boys have five minutes to get to school! Don't be late on your first day!"

Ron stumbled out of his room, tie askew and shoe laces undone. He gave Draco a frightened look and ran down the stairs. Draco took a final longing glance at the bathroom and followed after Ron.

As soon as they were downstairs, Susan shoved a piece of toast into each of their faces and pushed them out the front door. "I'll drive you since you're going to be late," she said, walking towards a vehicle.

They gaped at her. "Get in," she said irritably. Ron got in and put on his seatbelt, clearly having been in a car before. Draco watched him carefully and then followed suit.

When they arrived at the school, Draco catapulted himself out of the car. They had only been driving for about a minute, but to Draco is felt as long as the train ride to Hogwarts.

The school was hideous. It looked like a huge block of grey concrete that was superfluously lined with red wherever managable. The main facade was a tall wall of glass, split into sections with ugly red dividers. Through the glass they could see an atrium and a big red bulky staircase connecting the three floors of the school.

Their schedules said they had "P.E." now in the "gym". They walked around the building for a bit, trying to spot a place called the "gym". Two girls came running into view, one clearly faster than the other. The slower one was dressed in green and white while thefaster onewas dressed in blue and black.

"You don't have to wait for me! I don't even have a first!" thegreen one was grumbling.

"Fine! I won't ever wait for you again!" theblue one yelled over her shoulder. "I'm going to be locked out of the locker room now!"

The green one started laughing. The fast one spotted Draco and Ron looking at them and stopped. The green one didn't notice and ran right into her. They both stumbled around, but the blue one caught herself gracefully while the green one had to stumble around for a few more moments to regain her footing.

"Bloody hell you bitch!" the green one shouted. Draco exchanged a look with Ron. She was about to eject more foul words before she saw Draco and Ron as well and immediately cut off the word "assface".

"Do you need something?" the green one asked them, turning slightly red.

Ron looked at Draco, who avoided his gaze, and decided he had to do the talking. "Yes please. Where is the gym? We're new and that's our first class," he said as politely as he could manage.

The green one looked like she was going to explode. "You're British?" she asked excitedly. The blue one was twitching joyously as well.

"Er, yes...?" Ron answered a bit fearfully.

The green one looked dazed. The blue one spoke up, "We're going there too, just follow us." She was smiling widely.

Both girls walked off and the boys followed reluctantly behind them. They entered the school and walked down a hall until they came to some double doors. "Damn it all to hell," the blue one stated angrily. "Warrin locked the doors!"

"Well tell her you're sorry yaddah yaddah and ask her to unlock them. Better than a nonsuit..." the green one said. She then turned to look at the boys, "I'm guessing you two will be nonsuits as well since this is your first day?"

"Nonsuits?" Ron asked as Draco stared at the ceiling.

The green one furrowed her brow, "You know, when you don't dress for PE..."

Draco looked down at the girl with cold grey eyes, "What is P.E. exactly?"

She blushed and sputtered, "It's doing exercise and stuff. Playing sports, running in circles,and other useless workouts. Are you two sophomores or freshmen?"

Ron looked confused and Draco looked angry, "Um, we don't really know..."

"How old are you then?" the blue one asked.

"I'm sixteen and he's..." Ron trailed off and looked at Draco.

"Sixteen," Draco filled in icily.

"Then you're a junior like me!" the green one grinned. The blue one rolled her eyes.

"Oh hi, I'm Ron," Ron said, extending a hand.

The green one shook it happily, "I'm Blythe."

Ron offeredhis handto the other girl and she shook it as well, "I'm Abigail."

They stared expectantly at Draco but he didn't move- he was staring at the ceiling again. "Er, excuse Draco," Ron said, "he's a bit shy." Draco glared at Ron.

"Nice to meet you both," Abigail said and Blythe muttered some word of agreement.

"Same to you," Ron replied.

They stood there in silence for a few moments before Blythe started walking down the hall again. Draco noted that her backpack was green and grey. Abigail followed after her and waved the boys to follow.

"Holy fucking shit," Blythe murmured to her friend.

"I know," Abigail whispered back.

Blythe reached a door and pulled on it. "Locked!" she exclaimed and then began to bang on it loudly. Draco and Ron looked in the little window that was in the door and saw a sea of red and white kids sitting on the floor of a warehouse-like room. A kid near the door got up, jogged over, and open it. Everyone in the room turned to look at them. Blythe grabbed Draco's schedual and studied it. He glared at her. "Looks like you have Warrin," she told him.

"He does too," Abigail informed them as she read over Ron's schedual. "My God! You have like four classes with me!" Ron didn't know if she was happy about that or irritated.

"Quelle coincidence!" Blythe said. The others looked at her oddly. She turned bright red.

Mrs. Warrin came over, dressed in her blue and purple track suit, and eyed the four of them. "Abigail, why are you late again?" she asked, obviously exasperated.

"Um, my alarm didn't go off..." she answered. "I'm really sorry but the locker room was locked just before I got here or else I would have dressed."

"Okay, but you can't keep doing this, it's really affecting your grade," Warrin said and then turned to Ron and Draco. "Are you the new students from England?" she asked them, smiling.

"Yes ma'am," Ron answered and Draco nodded.

"Do you have P.E. clothes?"

"Er, no..." Ron said.

"Well, you'll have to get some. See me in my office after class and we can get you suited up! I want you ready to go at least by Thursday, but preferably on Wednesday for the mile," she explained, still smiling manically.

The boys nodded again and she walked away yelling, "Keep your knees off the ground!" The students were doing push-ups. "Abigail, I want you dressing out! It's not too late!" she shouted across the room at them.

Abigail huffed fiercely and followed a tall guy carrying keys out of the gym. Blythe went and sat down on the bleachers, letting her backpack down with a thunk. The boys followed her and sat down as well.

"Why aren't you dressing out too?" Ron asked.

"Oh I don't have P.E. anymore. You only have to take it for two years and I'm starting my third. I don't know why you guys were put in it though..." she replied.

"Why are you here then?" Ron asked.

"Sometimes I come with Abigail for the hell of it," she answered.

"Ah," Ron said.

"FIVE MINUTES!" a older blonde man yelled, waving his hand in the air in a circular motion. All the students got to their feet and began to run around the gym in a circle. Draco laughed. Abigail ran into the gym, shot Blythe an angry look, and joined the other runners in their herd-like revolutions.

They sat in silence and watched the running kids. Blythe occasionally made faces at Abigail when she ran past them. Then half the class went outside to play on the field while Abigail's half stayed in to play ping-pong. Draco and Ron were both confused as to what they were doing, but they didn't ask so as not to look stupid.

Blythe lay down and closed her eyeswhile the boys continued to watch the muggles hit a little ball back and forth with paddle. The students eventually stopped and left the gym, chatting loudly. Blythe got up and put her backpack back on. "Time for our next class," she told them. They got up and followed her out of the gym. As soon as Blythe exited she stopped and looked down the hallway towards the locker rooms. The boys just stood there, getting odd looks from passing students. The school did not have a formal dress code.

Abigail strode towards them, smiling. "I can show you to your next class Ron," she said.

The bell rang and the two girls walked off, the confused boys trudging after them. They entered a back stairway that was crammed with students and recieved manly curious glances. When they reached the second floor, Abigail exited the stair. Ron and Draco followed, but Blythe grabbed Draco's sweater, stopping him. "You have chemistry next," she told him.

"Huh?" he asked, having the weird feeling that he didn't want to be parted from Ron.

Blythe lifted up her hand and revealed she was holding his schedule. Wordlessly, he followed after her up to the third floor.