Chapter two.
Harry Potter Shit.
"First of all, stop with that Harry Potter shit," Luc said internally surprised that they would still invite him to their school even when he waved a gun in their face. "Second, I keep my personal effects exactly that my personal effects. Third, I am an adult and a businessman and concerning you I will be treated as such; fourth, I am allowed to leave campus as well as my friends are allowed here. If those terms are agreed upon, then I will consent to attending school here, if only for my amusement."
"Agreed." Dumbledore said, "Though, you must adhere to our rules."
"Agreed." Luc said hurriedly, "now that that is settled lets get out of here. I would at some point today like to be with my wife."
"I'm afraid, Mr. Potter-"
"De'Aeth."
"Excuse me, Mr. De'Aeth, that that is not possible. Term has already begun." Dumbledore said as he summoned the sorting hat. "Now, let us sort you into a house so that you may join the other students in class."
"Ah, yes, the legendary classes of Hogwarts. What house is he in?" Luc asked gesturing to Ronald.
"I am in Gryffindor."
"We'll then, lets hope that I am not in Gryffindor." He sat himself down on an overly stuffed chair across from the headmaster. "So lets get this show on the road."
The hat was placed onto his head. Seconds past and nothing happened, seconds became minutes and minutes became even more minutes.
"Ravenclaw." The hat stated simply, almost as if it where unsure. "Yes, Ravenclaw will definitely do."
Luc took the hat of and plopped it down onto the headmasters desk. He stood and adjusted the comfortable dress pants that he had conjured.
"Mr. Weasley, would you mind terribly if you could go and fetch Miss. Granger." The headmaster said to the glaring red head.
"That won't be necessary headmaster, Malfoy would be fine."
"Malfoy?" Steam seemed to seep from Ronald's ears.
"Yes, Malfoy." He looked annoyed at the steaming boy. "Is there a problem or do I have to resort to my previous methods?"
"N-no."
"That's what I thought, now scamper along little rodent." Wolf smirked at his youngest son sentiments.
"Lucas, I'll be heading home now, you should inform Eden as soon as possible so that we don't have a repeat of three years ago."
Lucas let out a deep-throated chuckle, knowing the wrath of a woman scorned. With a nod to his father, Wolf disapperated.
After a few minutes of awkward and uncomfortable silence the door to Dumbledores office was flung open and Draco Malfoy in all his glory entered the office.
"Hey Luky." He pulled Lucas into a one armed brotherly hug.
"Hey Dray-Dray." Lucas returned his long time friends hug. "How's Blaise."
Dray smirked, "Good as always. So, what the fuck are you doing here?"
"I'm stuck here for the school year."
"Does Eden know?"
"No."
"Ouch, hope you don't expect to get any anytime soon."
Lucas let out a rich laugh. "Now, where is this Dorm out of curiosity?"
"What? You tryin' to get rid of me?"
"Who said I was tryin'?"
The Duo left the office, joking around about this and that.
After they reached the dorms; Draco told Lucas the password being that he was head boy.
"Later Dray." Lucas entered the dorm and was immediately assaulted by a bushy haired girl.
"Hello!" She shoved her hand in his face. Harry looked at it with something akin to disdain before he brushed past her and headed towards the fireplace, planning to make a quick fire call. "I'm Hermione Granger, and I'm head girl."
"Really?"
"Yes, and as a representative of Ravenclaw, I would like to welcome you to-"
"I hate to break it to you darlin' but I really don't care."
"Wha…"
A sexy smirk traveled across his face and Hermione Granger's features became alight with something other then her holier then thou attitude.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to make a quick fire call to my wife before you feel the need to assault me with the rest of you welcoming." Lucas turned to the fireplace and threw a handful of a purple powder into the flames.
"Ja?"
"Hello love."
"LUCAS!"
"Yes," He said giving her a goofy grin that Edence was so used to seeing.
"Where are you? Well I know where you are, but are you okay? Are you able to get out? I'm coming. So are-"
"E, I'm fine! No need to bring the gang, though you are more then welcome to come. Has Marie moved in?"
"Lucas."
"Yes?"
"Your parents are there."
"I am well aware of that fact. You, my dear, are changing the subject."
She gave him a small smile. "I'll be there within the week."
"E."
"Yea love?"
"Has Maria moved in yet?" He watched as something flashed over her face.
"She's gone Lucas."
"Gone?"
"Yea, gone. I called and she wasn't there. So I sent over Jag and her and her things where gone. There was a note saying that she went to her sisters."
"Was your dad their?"
"No, he wasn't there either."
"Hmm…"
"I know…I'll talk to you later right?"
"Yea, of course, the sooner the better."
"I'll be there as soon as I can." He closed the connection laughing slightly as he listened to her grumble about how the people at Hogwarts were going to pay.
"Who was that?" Hermione Granger asked getting in Lucas' face.
"Head girl you say?" He raised an eyebrow as he changed the subject nonchalantly.
"Yes! I'm at the top of the seventh year class and my boyfriend is the Minister of Magic's son, Ron Weasley!"
"Weasley?" A look of pure disgust washed over his face but it went unnoticed as he quickly masked it.
"Yea! You should meet him, maybe we could all hang out sometime, with your brother, JJ as well."
Yea right, like Lucas was going to be either of those stuck up bastards' friends. He bit back a short bark of laughter at the thought. With a straight face he addressed Hermione Granger, "then, we can go play Quidditch together, and conquer the dark Lord Voldemort, and then play a rousing game of Wizards Chess followed by exploding snaps."
Granger's face held the expression of one who was, or rather is, constipated. Lucas smirked and headed in the direction that he presumed was the boys' dormitories.
Thanking his God-given sense of direction he entered the boys dormitories, and quickly noticed that there were five other beds all of which had trunks at the end; though there was one bed that hadn't a trunk, and was with out any outstanding characteristics. The other five beds had large dressers with haphazardisly thrown objects decorating the top. There was a distinct stench wafting from the room as well, one of old dirty socks, sweat, and stale sex. It was rather revolting; Lucas had to choke back the vomit the attempted to come up his throat. How he sincerely wished that he had had the old man give him his own rooms.
Casting a quick cleaning charm, the room, which was once in disarray, put itself in place. Lucas would have thought that these Ravenclaws would have known how to do at least that.
He walked over to the bed and pulled back the crushed velvet curtains. He slipped off .his dress pants and dress shirt then slid in between the sheets.
A/N: I'm sorry it took me so long to update- I've been really busy with my AP class, you should all be happy to know that I'm not failing to badly….he he he…nope…not failing…or at least that's what I keep telling my self….
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P.S. The title of the next chapter is Sarcastic Mornings…just so you know…
