Chapter Four: Float On

Draco sat back in his chair, the book he had been reading abandoned on the desk next to him, grinning for the first time that summer. His parents would give up on him at on their return, he'd have company other than the other snobby purebloods and maybe a bit more if he could help it. He wondered how the DMFC would react to this stunt. Yes, he did know of the Draco Malfoy Fan Club.

He had been patrolling the hallways and had found a two students snogging in dark corner. They had been so frightened at being found out that the girl had dropped her book bag, containing a few texts and the DMFC Handbook. She had been putting things in her bag and hadn't noticed when he slipped it in his robe, providing him with much entertainment over the following nights.

Honestly, they had a mission statement! "We, as members of the Draco Malfoy Fan Club, will do our best to find out anything we can about this perfect male specimen, while keeping the club a secret and respecting him as a person."

Apparently the club had been responsible for many things that had gone missing from both his rooms and his book bag. The book was charmed to write down anything they had already 'temporarily borrowed' and anything they had found out about him, along with any rumors they would especially like to find out the truth behind. Including if he owned a pair of underwear the colors of his eyes.

He didn't react badly to the news of a fan club in his honor; in fact, he might have helped it along in some ways. He had started quite a few of the rumors himself, some true and some not, and he had begun leaving things around more carelessly. He had been the one to start the rumor about his underwear, and it was indeed true.

But they didn't need to know that.

He sat there, looking off into space until a lump of feathers fell into his lap.

"Ah, you're back! So what did your mistress say then?" He stroked the creature and looked over the note.

"How did I know she would accept?" With that, he rang a bell and a small house elf appeared.

"Go pick up a Miss Weasley at," He looked down at the letter again, "The Burrow? I expect her to arrive back here shortly, understood?"

The elf nodded and disappeared.

What to do until she arrived? Her room was being prepared, dinner wasn't for another few hours, and he was as primped and ready as ever. There was nothing left to do. The house was impeccable, the gardens immaculate. Maybe he'd take a quick stroll down to the small lake at the back of the property. Yes, that's what he'd do.

"Would you like to take a walk with me while we wait for Ginny?" The bird nuzzled his hand, but soon flew off in the direction of the kitchens.

"Guess not then." He walked along the path, avoiding the shallow puddles from the earlier shower.

Author's Note

I still need a beta reader.