OK, so now let's continue. Sorry about the delay, my hard drive crashed and I had to rewrite all of this.
The next day, I had an all-day session at Youthline – we were training to be counsellors, and right now we were on a self-development course. Most sessions were on Tuesday evenings, but this one was a double session on Sunday – five hours long.
"I don't think you can be seen there." I told Draco. "You've got two choices. You can stay outside-", then I sighed before I finished. I'd have to let him use the Cloak. "...Or you can wear this." I pulled it out.
I wish I had had a camera to capture Draco's look of shock. "Is that..."
I nodded smugly. "And guess who gave it to me." I added. "Seems that one of your foes doesn't mind helping me out."
So Draco stayed by my side that day, invisible. Our first task in Youthline was to trace our memories, from the earliest (my ones being treading on my baby sound mat and being scared of the cow, and playing the computer game Tuneland when I was one and two), to the most cherished (my twelfth birthday, with karaoke and watching Aquamarine), to the ones we'd tried hard to forget (most of the year I was thirteen). Then we spent the rest of the morning drawing our lives and memories.
"This is stupid." Draco muttered in a low voice, so no one but me could hear him. "Why would someone draw their life? Maybe you could, but you're only eighteen. That guy with the wedding ring can't have enough room on an A1 piece of paper!"
I shrugged, drawing the year I was five, scrawling the name my Year One teacher gave me which was meant to help me remember how to hold a pencil and writing the names of my friends – bossy Stevie-Lee who loved Britney Spears, Bridget who first introduced me to the concept of a sleepover, and Rosa, my best friend before I moved away.
"Can't you draw any better?" Draco teased.
"Like you could." I muttered. Draco raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"Watch and learn." He drew a perfect lifelike broomstick. I shrugged, but he caught the look on my face.
"What's so funny?"
I was thinking of the "Hermione Can't Draw" song from A Very Potter Sequel. I kept up the pretence that I didn't know what he was talking about, but he soon wore me down, and I sighed and sang it for him.
"Hermione can't draw, Hermione can't draw, Hermione cannot draw!
She only reads books so she cannot draw, even if she's reading a how-to-draw book!" I didn't stop there, singing the little verse that turned on someone else when he claimed "This song isn't even that funny."
"Lupin can't sing, Lupin can't sing, Lupin cannot sing!
He only reads books so he cannot sing, even if he's reading a how-to-sing book!"
Draco laughed. "Wow, nice one! Where did you get that?"
"It's off a musical. I'll show you the clip on YouTube sometime." I answered. "You're in the clip, too."
The rest of the day consisted of trying to have as many people as possible fully explain their pictures. I was one of those people, along with John, Susanne, Ryan, Jordan, and Freya. Everyone else would have to do theirs within the next couple of sessions.
I had to wait for Draco to close the car door and pull off the Invisibility Cloak before I drove off at the end.
"So, guess it's a relief to have a little bit of magic around you for once, huh?" I teased.
Draco looked straight ahead, and muttered "Not that some people don't have the potential here."
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"Come on. What do you mean, people have potential here."
Draco sighed and said "Fine. Yes, I can't do magic here, but I've had this supernatural ability that is still here. I can detect if people have magic, and how much magic heritage they have. I've seen it in some people. Like you."
I pulled over and stopped the car. "I'm guessing that you're going to say that in your world, I'm a Squib or something." After all, I couldn't be magical.
Draco shook his head. "No, you're most definitely a witch. I can't detect Squibs, they're pretty much the same as Muggles to me."
"Muggleborn?" I guessed.
"Try again."
"Halfblood?"
"Neither of those. You're like me."
I stared at him. I was glad I'd pulled over. Being a witch was enough to comprehend, but the fact that I was, of all things, a pureblood?
Draco smirked at my face. "Don't look so shocked. It might well explain why you brought me to life in your world. There's a mudbl – I mean muggleborn at your university, too."
In the evening, we watched Goblet Of Fire, although I dissolved into helpless giggles at Draco's face when he watched Moody turn his movie counterpart into a ferret. "I'm never going to live that down now, am I?" he muttered.
I shrugged. "There are worse names than the Amazing Bouncing Ferret." I pointed out.
I did show him the "Hermione Can't Draw" scene on YouTube, although he didn't look too happy to be portrayed by a girl, even when I showed him all the comments about her, like:
Draco is hilarious!
Lauren Lopez is a legend!
Who else could say all that and keep a straight face?
Draco sounds like the Annoying Orange. "Potter, hey, Potter, Potter!"
He did, however, laugh about everyone saying that Ron and Snape were "secret best friends" because they high-fived each other while singing.
Out of the blue, he looked at me and said "You don't believe me, do you? About you being a pureblood. Why don't you try taking a quiz? Or going on an RPG that'll prove it?"
I found an RPG that Sorted each player and determined their blood status once they answered questions. It took a few hours, so I passed the time by showing Draco a few more Potterheaded things. Mainly fanart, including Drapple. I even showed him the scene in the last movie when Voldemort hugged him, and even that got a smile out of him.
"I can laugh because that doesn't seem real. He doesn't look like the real thing. But still, considering, it is pretty amusing."
When I checked out the RPG and got the results, Draco looked over my shoulder. "Tough." he remarked. "You're a Ravenclaw. I should've guessed, blood traitors never get into Slytherin. Still, it's disappointing."
I laughed. "I like it. I don't like many of the Slytherins, anyway. I think my best friend at Hogwarts would be Luna."
"Luna?" Draco said. "You mean Loony Lovegood, from the year below me?" He laughed too. "I guess I should've seen that coming, you're as crazy as she is. At least you chose someone pureblooded.
"I don't care about blood status." I said coolly. "I think everyone should be equal, no matter what their heritage or ability is. It doesn't mean the same, it just means they are all treated with an equal level of respect. And if that makes me a blood traitor, I am proud to be one."
"Well, you definitely are." Draco muttered. "See? I was right! It says here that you're a pureblood."
For the last few days, Draco hadn't really treated me with much respect. The only reason he was really nice at all was because I was his only help in this world. But now, he seemed to have a newfound respect for me.
That night, he still had no qualms about sharing my bed. But he seemed to get closer. He played with my hair as I closed my eyes. It was a nice feeling, and I fell asleep quickly.
Now...next chapter will also incorporate a dream I recently had about a certain ride that used to be at the museum in the capital of my country, Te Papa, and me having a friendly conversation with Luna. BTW, I'm not sure if Luna's a pureblood or not, but I think she is. Please review!
