Hiya! I'm Fire and I'll be doing this story with two of my best gal-pals...SherbetLemon101 and Finntastic! We will be taking turns in writing the chapters of this story and NO WE DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER! But we sure wish we did! =)
Chapter 1
Draco Malfoy's eyes peaked open. He took a deep breath and sighed. Today was...today was the first day he had to spend in India. He rolled over unto his back and stared up at the ceiling. He had nothing against India. It was a colourful and spiritual land filled with beauty and if you are a wizard, magic. He was not colourful and he was certainly not spiritual! He was your typical never-live-life-to-it's-fullest-because-I'm-too-afraid-to-try-new-things kind of guy.
Sighing, he sat up and adjusted his eyes to the light streaming through the curtains that hid the massive window that was so conveniently placed to be the first thing his sensitive eyes would see. Yawning and stretching as far as his arms would go; he threw the covers off himself and yanked his wand from its resting place. He pointed the wand towards himself.
'Scourgify!' he cried. The whole of his body immediately felt cleaner. He pointed the wand towards his mouth and repeated the spell. Draco then stumbled out of bed and whirled his wand in the air. Muggle trousers called jeans and a white t-shirt flew through the air. He groaned. Stupid father, stupid mother, he ranted to himself. Making me wear stupid mudblood clothes.
He ripped off his sleeping clothes and threw them on the floor before he stuffed himself into the 'jeans' and t-shirt. He stormed out of his room, hell bent on finding his father and demanding to know why he had replaced all off his clothes with muggle ones. He knew exactly where his father was this time of the morning; he was in his private study, probably working away on some new project that would bring the Malfoy name up to scratch. He threw the doors open and marched into it.
'Father!' he bellowed. 'You have dragged me to India and I haven't said a word but when you replace all my clothes with mud-'
Draco faltered. It seemed his father wasn't alone in his study. Next to his father was an elderly lady, she was dressed in a blue silky dress and in her finest pearls despite it being seven o'clock in the morning. His father's eyes flashed with anger and Draco slinked back.
His father sighed deeply and raised his eyebrows. 'Sylia, this is my son, Draco. Draco, this is Sylia, a very important business partner of mine.'
Draco nodded. 'Yes, hello,' he said, head bowed.
'Hello, Draco,' she replied. 'Please, Lucius, your son needs you. I can wait.'
Lucius smiled at the woman but when he turned to face Draco his face fell and Draco cringed, he wouldn't want to look into his father's eyes right about now. 'Draco,' Lucius growled through clenched teeth. He led Draco out of the study and into the hallway. Grabbing him by his ear and twisting it to an angle, he shook Draco.
'What are you thinking, boy?' he whispered to Draco. 'I am in the middle of a deal that will not only bring the Malfoy name up out of the mud but also much higher that we have ever had it! If you have ruined that deal...I swear-'
'I'm-I'm sorry,' he stuttered. 'I just wanted to know why you replace all of my clothes with mudblood ones?'
Lucius's eyes widened. He pulled his hand from Draco's ear and placed him on his mouth. 'Draco!' he hissed. 'Shut up! From now on you will refrain yourself from calling muggles by that name, is that understood?'
Draco's eyebrows went up. 'Father?'
Lucius sighed and let go of his son. 'One you'll understand that perhaps your parents are not always right.'
'Father?'
Lucius smothered his face into his palm. 'Go to your mother, she'll take you into town. It's time you learnt about the locals.'
'Yes, father,' he said.
Lucius smiled at Draco, the wrinkles around his eyes evident. 'I only do what I do-'
'-because you love me,' Draco finished for him. 'I know.'
Lucius walked back into the study, apologizing to Sylia on Draco's behalf. Draco ran his hand through his hair and when in search of his mother. He found her in the dining room, sitting down all alone on the stretched table. She had a look of disgust on her face as she pushed the sliver fork in her hand against what looked like a typical English breakfast and sighed.
'Mother, is everything alright?' Draco asked.
His mother's head snapped up and she smiled and shook her head. 'Those blasted house elves! Can't cook a damn thing!' she cried slamming her fork onto the table.
Draco smiled. After have a rather strange chat with his father who had told him he must not use the word 'mudblood' now, he was happy to see that this stupid trip to India didn't change his mother. She was still the whining, nagging, sour mother and he loved it! Draco walked up to her and nearly stumbled back when he saw what she was wearing. It was a jeans and t-shirt! Muggle clothing!
His mother smirked at him when she saw his discomfort. 'It was your father's idea, dear.'
Draco nodded and concluded that perhaps the heat of this place had gotten to his fathers' head. He was sure that his father would see that this trip was a terrible idea and drag both his mother and him back to the Malfoy Manor where they belong. His mother must have seen his disgusted expression because she placed her hand upon his shoulder.
'Darling, your father has his reason and I have mine,' his mother said. 'Come along dear, your father told me, I should take you to the local market.'
Draco's face fell as he realized his mother was serious. Narcissa grabbed her wand seated on the table and hand her hand out to Draco. 'Come along, dear,' she cried, chuckling as she watched Draco clench his teeth and held onto his mother's hand.
