Does my bum look big in this? ~ (BTW, HUGS was taken from one of my
reviewers (ShortStuff10) but I like it so I used it!!! If ShortStuff reads
this, I hope you don't mind!!!! BUT I REALLY LIKE IT AND WILL CONTINUE TO
USE IT IN ALL MY FANFICS UNTIL YOU COMPLAIN!!!!! Okay, got that out!!!!
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Chapter seven: Shopping.
MY BIG/ LARGE THANKS TO (LOVE ALL THE LITTLE REVIEWERS OUT THERE!!!!):
Meenor ~ THANKS FOR REVIEWING!!! By now, I should have read your story, and reviewed of course!!! I am so glad you liked it!!! I didn't put you in the last thanks cus' I already put the next chapter up when your review came through, the chapter just hadn't shown up on the site yet ya see. Thanks so much again and I hope you do read this chapter!!!!! You recommended this to someone? Really? AW THANK YOU SOOOOOOO MUCH!!!! Thank you again, I can't thank you enough!!!
Burgundyred ~ thanks so much for the suggestions!!!! I think I'll use one of them, or maybe more, but one of them I'm definitely going to use!!!! I am so badly trying to move things faster, but I really don't want to spend half the fic on about everyone's reaction to Orli being Draco, or make things go too fast. But I'll try to get him to transform back into Draco again soon, maybe in the next few (about 5 etc.) chappies, but not in this chapter - this is a development chappie. I'll try to bring all the good stuff in soon (but ya see, I have some good ideas for their relationship to grow, so I need to use them). THANKS AGAIN!
Tfluver2142 ~ Hehe . . . I don't have to apologise no more? YAY!!! I mean, I would have been glad to say sorry a FEW more times, hehe . . . thank you!!!! I am so happy that you liked it, and if you think it's going too slow, or too fast, do tell me - I can't fix a pace to this story anymore!!! SO HARD . . . . . . . OKAY THANKS AGAIN!!!!
wolfen-alysha-draco-drago ~ Thanks for reviewing this and Fantasy!!! That is so nice of you!!! Anyway, he was able to sit through dinner mainly because he had Dudley to insult and he does has self control I guess, no matter how little!!!! I tried to make it with a slight touch of humour because those early chapters were boring, but here's a hint - this story will take a turn to the serious side from the next chapter onwards!!!! The reason I can't tell you, but if you read then you'll know!!!!
Disclaimer: There are one of these at the beginning of every chapter and I chose to type them in every chapter because of the simple fact that 1/ They make my work seem slightly longer, 2/ So I cannot get sued and will have to stop typing fanfics, 3/ I just like them!!! Its so I can talk a lot more without an author note!!! Okay, so check back to the last chapter, which I am sure, will tell you that I own nothing, actually apart from Dennis and the plot, I own nothing! I'll tell you when I do own Harry Potter and rule the world!!! MWHAHAHAHAHA!!! Ahem . . .
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Draco woke to the suns rays shining on his face. He had just had the most peculiar dream (and what was strange was the fact that he could remember it, most of the time, he couldn't ever remember anything that could have happened in his dreams). This is his recount of the dream:
He was standing, as his ugly self, and looking out to Hogwarts. He was standing on a boat and it was sailing him towards the castle, but they never seemed to get any nearer, even though they were definitely moving. All of a sudden, the sky had turned dark and rain clouds were gathering over Draco. Two people had suddenly appeared next to either side of him.
On one side was his father, dressed as a devil, all in red with the horns to match as well. He even had the red trident in his hand. Beyond his father (to his right) was Lord Voldemort himself, with all the other fellow deatheaters. They were all dressed like dementors. To Draco's left was a masked angel, she had long hair and was dressed all in white. Beyond her was Saint Potter, the Weasley's etc. They were all whispering one thing, and that one thing stuck in Draco's mind, and would for quite some time.
"This is our path, which will you choose??"
Then the dream had ended, and Draco had found himself awake, his hands covering his ears. He knew the meaning of the dream, it was pretty obvious, and he wasn't THAT thick. He knew he was starting to get soft as well, well, softer than he used to be, and he was starting to have . . . ugh . . . feelings, for the mudblood. He had to stop that, father would never approve, that was one thing he was sure of. Another was the fact that he knew he had to find somewhere else to go so that he didn't have to stay HERE. This place was definitely doing him no good. But where he could go was a mystery to him.
The window in this room was letting in more sunlight than Draco had ever imagined. He felt like he could melt in the light. He walked over, and opened it. The air was cool and a breeze blew against him as he listened to the birds sing. Back home, nothing like this ever happened. All the birds stayed away from the darkness of the manor, and the windows couldn't even open so he could never feel the breeze even if there was one.
A knock at the door interrupted him, as he turned to see who had knocked. Two heads poked in through the crack.
"Hi Orli!!! Where'd you go yesterday??? I was shouting all over the house for ya, I had loads of cookies ya see!!!!" Dennis grinned.
"Orli, you know I said I was going to teach you to cook today?" Draco nodded in response to Hermione's question. He wasn't looking forward to that at all, he'd probably burn the kitchen and set it on fire or something. "Well, change of plans!! Me, Dennis, and Fille are going to take you shopping for clothes!!! Seeing as you've only got your dirty robes from before."
"Here's some of my clothes, and Uncle Jonathan shoes, I don't think you'd fit into my size 6 trainers." Dennis looked down at his feet and stared disappointedly at them, tutting and shaking his head.
"I'm a size 8 1/2 shoe size." Draco mumbled. Dennis placed the plastic carrier bag onto his bed and started to take things out. Hermione joined them both by the bed.
"Well," Dennis began, "I gave you one of my pyjamas - the ones that you're wearing now," This was indeed true, Mrs Granger had left some pyjamas that she thought would have fitted Draco on the bed, seeing as he and Dennis were about the same size. They fitted, but Draco couldn't help but feel quite disgusted at the fact that he was wearing something THAT DENNIS would wear, "Herm here says that you can't go out in your wizard clothes - they look quite expensive by the way, did you scab 'em???"
Dennis received a sharp slap in the head from Hermione. He pouted and rubbed his head.
"Fine!!! Sheesh, I was only asking. Anyway, I picked out some clothes for you, you can keep them if you like." Dennis took a pair of leather gloves out first. "These are just for you to look cool. They're rubbish at keeping you warm though. You see these holes? They're like really 'in' right now."
'SMACK' (Go Hermione!)
"Ow!!!! Stressy or what Herm!!! Sheesh . . . Then they're these," He took out a black t-shirt, "It's not a baggy t-shirt, it's like a stretchy one though so I think it'll fit you. It stretches so it should . . . Then there are these jeans, they are baggy, and the denim's soft so they're comfy too!!!"
'That's cus' you wore those jeans yesterday.' Draco thought as Dennis neatly stacked everything in a pile, and picked them up, handing them to Draco.
"You can change while you wash, there's more than one bathroom, so get ready and we'll all meet in the hall!!!" Hermione and Dennis rushed off, pulling Draco with them and taking him to the nearest bathroom, with his stuff of course.
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Draco looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. Stan had been right, his eyes were back to normal - but Draco didn't really know what to think of it. He felt pleased, but he didn't feel . . . right. His hair seemed shorter than it had been yesterday, and slightly straighter, but only slightly. He still had those awful spots though. He was slowly changing back into himself, and it seemed so . . . weird, like himself wasn't himself anymore.
He got out of the bathroom and climbed down the stairs to see Dennis and a girl Draco knew immediately to be Fille. She was looking at herself in a pocket mirror, and fixing her make up, taking a blood red lipstick from her fluffy pink handbag. Her hair was tied up into two high piggy tails, and she was wearing pink leather boots that went up to her knees, a pink jacket with fluffy bits at the edges, and a pink miniskirt with hearts at the brim. Frankly, Draco was surprised her hair was brown and not pink.
"We're just waiting for Herm now Orli," Dennis smiled a weak smile and turned to Fille, who was still applying her lipstick expertly. "Erm, Fille, d'ya think you could stop doing your make up for a few minutes."
Fille looked up and rolled her eyes at Dennis. She sighed and slowly (very slowly) put her mirror, lipstick and some other various make up stuff back into her pink fluffy handbag. She turned to Draco and smiled (a flirty smile that reminded him dearly of PANSY).
"Hi!!!! My name's Rollane, Fille Rollane, lovely to meet you."
"Orlando Felton." Draco reluctantly shook Fille's hand. He wanted to wash it straight away, this muggle reminded him way (way, way, way) too much of Pansy.
"Hi guys."
Everyone turned to look at Hermione, who was walking down the stairs. She had a pale blue dress on, and her hair was down, but one side was clipped back to reveal her smiling face. When she stood next to Fille, they looked like two contrasts of the world. For the first time in his life, Draco didn't see Hermione as the ugly mudblood anymore, he saw her as . . . . a normal person. As ugly as anybody else, and as pretty as everybody else. Fille, on the other hand just looked like a complete slut.
"What took you so long Herm? We've been standing here for like, yonks!!!"
"I just got a letter from Ron."
Draco guessed that the letter was good news, as she wasn't tearful but much the contrary. She looked as happy as she did when she was normally at Hogwarts.
"Well we better get going if we're going to catch the bus."
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"So . . . what's the letter about?"
Draco couldn't help but ask. The bus was full of people, and they were all chatting away, even Fille and Dennis (although they seemed to be arguing more than talking). Hermione and Draco sat right at the very back seat, while Fille and Dennis sat at the very front. They were definitely the only pair that weren't chatting about some sort of gossip.
"I don't know, I haven't read it yet, just in case . . . you know."
"Why don't you read it now?"
Hermione smiled and nodded. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a big envelope with her name scrawled messily all over it. She slowly opened it and pulled a small piece of parchment out.
"Dear Hermione,
It's me Ron!!!! Sorry I haven't written lately, I'm at the main floo station right now, on my way to Egypt, but the line is HUGE!!!!! I told Pig to deliver this as quickly as he could cus' I can't leave without him!!!! Anywho, Fred and George showed me the Daily Prophet for today, and YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHAT!!! I put in a copy of it in case you didn't get it, but it's on the front page!!!! Tell me what you think back at school, this year is going to be the BEST YEAR EVER!!!!!!!
Ron."
Hermione finished reading the letter out aloud, and took the newspaper out of the envelope, making sure that no one but Draco and her could see it (what would muggles say if they saw a newspaper with moving pictures?).
Draco and Hermione both gasped. On the front page of the Daily Prophet was a huge picture of Draco, with the words MISSING above it in block capitals. Draco was in utter disbelief. He was staring back at himself, smirking the famous Malfoy smirk, wearing the same special ordered hair gel, the same posh robes that he would be wearing on any normal day. He found it oddly creepy, especially as he could remember that that picture had been taken years ago, when he was in his second year at Hogwarts. Oh well, he didn't look that different 4 years later anyway. Apart from now of course, but now was different.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy disappeared yesterday when at his Aunt and Uncle's home - both were former deatheaters Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange, but father Lucius Malfoy insists that they would not have done anything that would harm his son, Draco. The house elf, Diddy, which was supposed to have been looking after him while Mr and Mrs Lestrange were out on business said that 'he had stomped off in a rage' and he had no idea where his young master may have went. The young house elf has now been sacked for his poor effort to control the young master.
Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy have hired the work of 7 of the best detectives in the world to try and track down their seventeen-year-old son. Anxious mother Narcissa Black-Malfoy says: "Please, if you have any information about our only son, don't fear to contact us at Malfoy Manor. We would be most grateful and reward you accordingly.
The detectives could not find where Master Malfoy went, as they found a strong magical field preventing them from doing so, but they have concluded that he is alive and is in the hands of someone who is looking after him well. Mr Malfoy highly doubted that anyone would look after his only heir to the Malfoy millions willingly, as most families find him intolerable, yet charming to the ladies.
If you do have Draco Malfoy in your custody, Mr and Mrs Malfoy would be glad to rid him of you. (There is a reward that is being offered, but, Mr and Mrs Malfoy are unwilling to tell us what it is)
Reporter: Zacharias Smith Senior.
Picture given by Master Malfoy's former girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson."
Draco and Hermione just sat there and stared at the picture. That was all they could do. 'Weasley sure did seem happy that I disappeared, bet he's not as happy that they said I wasn't dead yet. Granger here probably feels the same. Oh the satisfactions of knowing people hate me . . .' He thought absent-mindedly, as they sat in silence for the rest for the journey to the shopping centre.
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"Mum!!! Dad!!! We're home!!!"
Hermione staggered in with a ton of bags, as did Draco. Dennis and Fille, however, were bagless. Fille was moaning all the way home on the bus (Draco was eavesdropping) to Dennis that he hadn't bought anything, and most importantly anything for her. Dennis was saying that he was broke. They sounded like an old couple, and Draco could just see himself being Dennis with Pansy being Fille, pestering him for more money.
"I think they're out, isn't it their wedding anniversary or something? They said that they were ding something special for it anyway." Dennis mumbled as he yawned. "Look Orli, Herm, I'll see you guys later. Me and Fille have to TALK."
Fille had been applying lipstick, at the mention of her name, she had stopped and frowned at Dennis, who wasn't taking 'no, I don't want to talk' for an answer. He dragged her by the arm into the kitchen. Hermione and Draco watched them go, Fille mumbling something about 'mind the hair'.
"You know, I hope Dennis is dumping her. I hate to say it, but even Dennis deserves better than that slut."
Hermione turned to Draco. He was surprised that about this time yesterday, she had kissed him. Okay, so it was only on the cheek, but it counted as one all the same. She hadn't mentioned anything about it, and Draco wasn't particularly keen to bring it up either. 'Draco . . . she probably kisses Potter and maybe even snogs Weasley, don't make a big deal out of it.' But no matter what Draco told himself, he couldn't stop this strange feeling that he always felt now . . .
All he could do to reassure himself and say that he would get over it. He used to have a crush on the little Weasley and he got over it. He used to like PANSY and he got over it. He used to LIKE POTTER when he went through a phase when he thought he was gay, and he got over it (the Harry crush and the gay part). Granger was a lot more unattractive than any of them, why would he not get over her? It was only a little crush, Draco had had worse . . . he WOULD get over it, right?
He felt his stomach have that feeling again, and he didn't like it one bit. Hermione watched him as he struggled with himself and his emotions, she smiled and walked up to him without him noticing. Draco jumped as he felt a tap on the shoulder. Hermione laughed at his face expression.
"Well goodnight Orli!!! See you tomorrow morning - I'll wake you up!!!! Wait . . . did you cut your hair? It looks . . . shorter . . ." Hermione took a lock of Draco's hair, frowned at it, then, deciding it was just her own tiredness, she shrugged and smiled goodnight to Draco.
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The next day went rather quickly. Hermione had woken Draco up early in the morning so they could go to the nearby Sainsbury and shop for the ingredients to make cookies. Draco, being half asleep and dressed in muggle clothes that Hermione had especially chosen for him yesterday, bumped into many prams (making all the babies cry and bite his finger when he tried to shush them down before their mothers found out), food trolleys (making the whole thing tip over, then walking quickly into the crowd so no-one would blame him) and big stacks of toilet roll (that tumbled down and buried Draco in them).
Then, when he had got home, Hermione had showed him how to bake the perfect cookies (making a batch of her own first) then watched Draco make his. He had not only burnt the cookies, but also nearly set the whole house on fire when he had accidentally fiddled with the cooker's buttons instead of the ovens. By midday, Draco had ruined about two dozen batch of cookies, and Mr and Mrs Granger still hadn't returned from the last night's journey, which was kind of good because they didn't have to see the state of the kitchen, but it did get Hermione awfully worried - although Dennis didn't seem that bothered.
To top all this off, by 6:00pm, Hermione's perfect cookies that she had baked just that morning had half gone. She had eventually caught the thief, by placing a big bag of flour on top of the big jar of cookies (which was placed on a high shelf by the door). The thief had been stupid enough to not see the bag of flour, make a grab for the cookies, and obviously the whole bag of flour had collided onto 'it' and now 'its' whole head was covered in white. Of course, the thief was none other than Dennis.
For the first time in Draco's life, he laughed a hearty laugh. Not a cruel and insensitive one, but one like you would have if you were only a child and had never seen a clown slip on a banana peel before, one like you would have if one of your bestest friends had just told a funny joke.
Draco couldn't help but laugh at Dennis. He was covered in flour and was desperately trying to rub it off his hair, then wiping his hands on his trousers, making it worse. He had even been stupid enough to grab a cup of water off of the table and pour it onto himself to try and get the flour off, which didn't help at all, it just made him wet AND still covered in flour.
Dennis stood and sniffed, looking sad at the state he was in. Hermione and Draco, however, were rolling on the floor laughing.
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Draco walked down the stairs in the morning. He smiled slightly at the remembrance of Dennis and the flour yesterday, oh the joy of it all, Draco really thought that Dennis should grow up to be a clown or something. He walked into the kitchen and was about to ask what was for breakfast when he caught sight of the people that were there. Hermione had obviously been crying as her eyes were red and puffy, Dennis looked very down although he had not been crying, but the most unexpected person who was in the room was none other than the famous Headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry - Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.
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Next chapter will be better, I promise. This may be crap cus' I am bored stiff and have no inspiration, although I do know what to write - just no inspiration to write it. I'm having this crazy idea that maybe I should write the whole thing first, then post the chapters up one by one, so that I'll have everything timed and ready!!! I don't know, but if you think this is a good idea, tell me and I'll try it, cus' it only takes me about one hour to type one chapter if I watch telly at the same time!!! I'd probably only need to type five chapters in advance anyway.
Chapter seven: Shopping.
MY BIG/ LARGE THANKS TO (LOVE ALL THE LITTLE REVIEWERS OUT THERE!!!!):
Meenor ~ THANKS FOR REVIEWING!!! By now, I should have read your story, and reviewed of course!!! I am so glad you liked it!!! I didn't put you in the last thanks cus' I already put the next chapter up when your review came through, the chapter just hadn't shown up on the site yet ya see. Thanks so much again and I hope you do read this chapter!!!!! You recommended this to someone? Really? AW THANK YOU SOOOOOOO MUCH!!!! Thank you again, I can't thank you enough!!!
Burgundyred ~ thanks so much for the suggestions!!!! I think I'll use one of them, or maybe more, but one of them I'm definitely going to use!!!! I am so badly trying to move things faster, but I really don't want to spend half the fic on about everyone's reaction to Orli being Draco, or make things go too fast. But I'll try to get him to transform back into Draco again soon, maybe in the next few (about 5 etc.) chappies, but not in this chapter - this is a development chappie. I'll try to bring all the good stuff in soon (but ya see, I have some good ideas for their relationship to grow, so I need to use them). THANKS AGAIN!
Tfluver2142 ~ Hehe . . . I don't have to apologise no more? YAY!!! I mean, I would have been glad to say sorry a FEW more times, hehe . . . thank you!!!! I am so happy that you liked it, and if you think it's going too slow, or too fast, do tell me - I can't fix a pace to this story anymore!!! SO HARD . . . . . . . OKAY THANKS AGAIN!!!!
wolfen-alysha-draco-drago ~ Thanks for reviewing this and Fantasy!!! That is so nice of you!!! Anyway, he was able to sit through dinner mainly because he had Dudley to insult and he does has self control I guess, no matter how little!!!! I tried to make it with a slight touch of humour because those early chapters were boring, but here's a hint - this story will take a turn to the serious side from the next chapter onwards!!!! The reason I can't tell you, but if you read then you'll know!!!!
Disclaimer: There are one of these at the beginning of every chapter and I chose to type them in every chapter because of the simple fact that 1/ They make my work seem slightly longer, 2/ So I cannot get sued and will have to stop typing fanfics, 3/ I just like them!!! Its so I can talk a lot more without an author note!!! Okay, so check back to the last chapter, which I am sure, will tell you that I own nothing, actually apart from Dennis and the plot, I own nothing! I'll tell you when I do own Harry Potter and rule the world!!! MWHAHAHAHAHA!!! Ahem . . .
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Draco woke to the suns rays shining on his face. He had just had the most peculiar dream (and what was strange was the fact that he could remember it, most of the time, he couldn't ever remember anything that could have happened in his dreams). This is his recount of the dream:
He was standing, as his ugly self, and looking out to Hogwarts. He was standing on a boat and it was sailing him towards the castle, but they never seemed to get any nearer, even though they were definitely moving. All of a sudden, the sky had turned dark and rain clouds were gathering over Draco. Two people had suddenly appeared next to either side of him.
On one side was his father, dressed as a devil, all in red with the horns to match as well. He even had the red trident in his hand. Beyond his father (to his right) was Lord Voldemort himself, with all the other fellow deatheaters. They were all dressed like dementors. To Draco's left was a masked angel, she had long hair and was dressed all in white. Beyond her was Saint Potter, the Weasley's etc. They were all whispering one thing, and that one thing stuck in Draco's mind, and would for quite some time.
"This is our path, which will you choose??"
Then the dream had ended, and Draco had found himself awake, his hands covering his ears. He knew the meaning of the dream, it was pretty obvious, and he wasn't THAT thick. He knew he was starting to get soft as well, well, softer than he used to be, and he was starting to have . . . ugh . . . feelings, for the mudblood. He had to stop that, father would never approve, that was one thing he was sure of. Another was the fact that he knew he had to find somewhere else to go so that he didn't have to stay HERE. This place was definitely doing him no good. But where he could go was a mystery to him.
The window in this room was letting in more sunlight than Draco had ever imagined. He felt like he could melt in the light. He walked over, and opened it. The air was cool and a breeze blew against him as he listened to the birds sing. Back home, nothing like this ever happened. All the birds stayed away from the darkness of the manor, and the windows couldn't even open so he could never feel the breeze even if there was one.
A knock at the door interrupted him, as he turned to see who had knocked. Two heads poked in through the crack.
"Hi Orli!!! Where'd you go yesterday??? I was shouting all over the house for ya, I had loads of cookies ya see!!!!" Dennis grinned.
"Orli, you know I said I was going to teach you to cook today?" Draco nodded in response to Hermione's question. He wasn't looking forward to that at all, he'd probably burn the kitchen and set it on fire or something. "Well, change of plans!! Me, Dennis, and Fille are going to take you shopping for clothes!!! Seeing as you've only got your dirty robes from before."
"Here's some of my clothes, and Uncle Jonathan shoes, I don't think you'd fit into my size 6 trainers." Dennis looked down at his feet and stared disappointedly at them, tutting and shaking his head.
"I'm a size 8 1/2 shoe size." Draco mumbled. Dennis placed the plastic carrier bag onto his bed and started to take things out. Hermione joined them both by the bed.
"Well," Dennis began, "I gave you one of my pyjamas - the ones that you're wearing now," This was indeed true, Mrs Granger had left some pyjamas that she thought would have fitted Draco on the bed, seeing as he and Dennis were about the same size. They fitted, but Draco couldn't help but feel quite disgusted at the fact that he was wearing something THAT DENNIS would wear, "Herm here says that you can't go out in your wizard clothes - they look quite expensive by the way, did you scab 'em???"
Dennis received a sharp slap in the head from Hermione. He pouted and rubbed his head.
"Fine!!! Sheesh, I was only asking. Anyway, I picked out some clothes for you, you can keep them if you like." Dennis took a pair of leather gloves out first. "These are just for you to look cool. They're rubbish at keeping you warm though. You see these holes? They're like really 'in' right now."
'SMACK' (Go Hermione!)
"Ow!!!! Stressy or what Herm!!! Sheesh . . . Then they're these," He took out a black t-shirt, "It's not a baggy t-shirt, it's like a stretchy one though so I think it'll fit you. It stretches so it should . . . Then there are these jeans, they are baggy, and the denim's soft so they're comfy too!!!"
'That's cus' you wore those jeans yesterday.' Draco thought as Dennis neatly stacked everything in a pile, and picked them up, handing them to Draco.
"You can change while you wash, there's more than one bathroom, so get ready and we'll all meet in the hall!!!" Hermione and Dennis rushed off, pulling Draco with them and taking him to the nearest bathroom, with his stuff of course.
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Draco looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. Stan had been right, his eyes were back to normal - but Draco didn't really know what to think of it. He felt pleased, but he didn't feel . . . right. His hair seemed shorter than it had been yesterday, and slightly straighter, but only slightly. He still had those awful spots though. He was slowly changing back into himself, and it seemed so . . . weird, like himself wasn't himself anymore.
He got out of the bathroom and climbed down the stairs to see Dennis and a girl Draco knew immediately to be Fille. She was looking at herself in a pocket mirror, and fixing her make up, taking a blood red lipstick from her fluffy pink handbag. Her hair was tied up into two high piggy tails, and she was wearing pink leather boots that went up to her knees, a pink jacket with fluffy bits at the edges, and a pink miniskirt with hearts at the brim. Frankly, Draco was surprised her hair was brown and not pink.
"We're just waiting for Herm now Orli," Dennis smiled a weak smile and turned to Fille, who was still applying her lipstick expertly. "Erm, Fille, d'ya think you could stop doing your make up for a few minutes."
Fille looked up and rolled her eyes at Dennis. She sighed and slowly (very slowly) put her mirror, lipstick and some other various make up stuff back into her pink fluffy handbag. She turned to Draco and smiled (a flirty smile that reminded him dearly of PANSY).
"Hi!!!! My name's Rollane, Fille Rollane, lovely to meet you."
"Orlando Felton." Draco reluctantly shook Fille's hand. He wanted to wash it straight away, this muggle reminded him way (way, way, way) too much of Pansy.
"Hi guys."
Everyone turned to look at Hermione, who was walking down the stairs. She had a pale blue dress on, and her hair was down, but one side was clipped back to reveal her smiling face. When she stood next to Fille, they looked like two contrasts of the world. For the first time in his life, Draco didn't see Hermione as the ugly mudblood anymore, he saw her as . . . . a normal person. As ugly as anybody else, and as pretty as everybody else. Fille, on the other hand just looked like a complete slut.
"What took you so long Herm? We've been standing here for like, yonks!!!"
"I just got a letter from Ron."
Draco guessed that the letter was good news, as she wasn't tearful but much the contrary. She looked as happy as she did when she was normally at Hogwarts.
"Well we better get going if we're going to catch the bus."
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"So . . . what's the letter about?"
Draco couldn't help but ask. The bus was full of people, and they were all chatting away, even Fille and Dennis (although they seemed to be arguing more than talking). Hermione and Draco sat right at the very back seat, while Fille and Dennis sat at the very front. They were definitely the only pair that weren't chatting about some sort of gossip.
"I don't know, I haven't read it yet, just in case . . . you know."
"Why don't you read it now?"
Hermione smiled and nodded. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a big envelope with her name scrawled messily all over it. She slowly opened it and pulled a small piece of parchment out.
"Dear Hermione,
It's me Ron!!!! Sorry I haven't written lately, I'm at the main floo station right now, on my way to Egypt, but the line is HUGE!!!!! I told Pig to deliver this as quickly as he could cus' I can't leave without him!!!! Anywho, Fred and George showed me the Daily Prophet for today, and YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHAT!!! I put in a copy of it in case you didn't get it, but it's on the front page!!!! Tell me what you think back at school, this year is going to be the BEST YEAR EVER!!!!!!!
Ron."
Hermione finished reading the letter out aloud, and took the newspaper out of the envelope, making sure that no one but Draco and her could see it (what would muggles say if they saw a newspaper with moving pictures?).
Draco and Hermione both gasped. On the front page of the Daily Prophet was a huge picture of Draco, with the words MISSING above it in block capitals. Draco was in utter disbelief. He was staring back at himself, smirking the famous Malfoy smirk, wearing the same special ordered hair gel, the same posh robes that he would be wearing on any normal day. He found it oddly creepy, especially as he could remember that that picture had been taken years ago, when he was in his second year at Hogwarts. Oh well, he didn't look that different 4 years later anyway. Apart from now of course, but now was different.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy disappeared yesterday when at his Aunt and Uncle's home - both were former deatheaters Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange, but father Lucius Malfoy insists that they would not have done anything that would harm his son, Draco. The house elf, Diddy, which was supposed to have been looking after him while Mr and Mrs Lestrange were out on business said that 'he had stomped off in a rage' and he had no idea where his young master may have went. The young house elf has now been sacked for his poor effort to control the young master.
Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy have hired the work of 7 of the best detectives in the world to try and track down their seventeen-year-old son. Anxious mother Narcissa Black-Malfoy says: "Please, if you have any information about our only son, don't fear to contact us at Malfoy Manor. We would be most grateful and reward you accordingly.
The detectives could not find where Master Malfoy went, as they found a strong magical field preventing them from doing so, but they have concluded that he is alive and is in the hands of someone who is looking after him well. Mr Malfoy highly doubted that anyone would look after his only heir to the Malfoy millions willingly, as most families find him intolerable, yet charming to the ladies.
If you do have Draco Malfoy in your custody, Mr and Mrs Malfoy would be glad to rid him of you. (There is a reward that is being offered, but, Mr and Mrs Malfoy are unwilling to tell us what it is)
Reporter: Zacharias Smith Senior.
Picture given by Master Malfoy's former girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson."
Draco and Hermione just sat there and stared at the picture. That was all they could do. 'Weasley sure did seem happy that I disappeared, bet he's not as happy that they said I wasn't dead yet. Granger here probably feels the same. Oh the satisfactions of knowing people hate me . . .' He thought absent-mindedly, as they sat in silence for the rest for the journey to the shopping centre.
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"Mum!!! Dad!!! We're home!!!"
Hermione staggered in with a ton of bags, as did Draco. Dennis and Fille, however, were bagless. Fille was moaning all the way home on the bus (Draco was eavesdropping) to Dennis that he hadn't bought anything, and most importantly anything for her. Dennis was saying that he was broke. They sounded like an old couple, and Draco could just see himself being Dennis with Pansy being Fille, pestering him for more money.
"I think they're out, isn't it their wedding anniversary or something? They said that they were ding something special for it anyway." Dennis mumbled as he yawned. "Look Orli, Herm, I'll see you guys later. Me and Fille have to TALK."
Fille had been applying lipstick, at the mention of her name, she had stopped and frowned at Dennis, who wasn't taking 'no, I don't want to talk' for an answer. He dragged her by the arm into the kitchen. Hermione and Draco watched them go, Fille mumbling something about 'mind the hair'.
"You know, I hope Dennis is dumping her. I hate to say it, but even Dennis deserves better than that slut."
Hermione turned to Draco. He was surprised that about this time yesterday, she had kissed him. Okay, so it was only on the cheek, but it counted as one all the same. She hadn't mentioned anything about it, and Draco wasn't particularly keen to bring it up either. 'Draco . . . she probably kisses Potter and maybe even snogs Weasley, don't make a big deal out of it.' But no matter what Draco told himself, he couldn't stop this strange feeling that he always felt now . . .
All he could do to reassure himself and say that he would get over it. He used to have a crush on the little Weasley and he got over it. He used to like PANSY and he got over it. He used to LIKE POTTER when he went through a phase when he thought he was gay, and he got over it (the Harry crush and the gay part). Granger was a lot more unattractive than any of them, why would he not get over her? It was only a little crush, Draco had had worse . . . he WOULD get over it, right?
He felt his stomach have that feeling again, and he didn't like it one bit. Hermione watched him as he struggled with himself and his emotions, she smiled and walked up to him without him noticing. Draco jumped as he felt a tap on the shoulder. Hermione laughed at his face expression.
"Well goodnight Orli!!! See you tomorrow morning - I'll wake you up!!!! Wait . . . did you cut your hair? It looks . . . shorter . . ." Hermione took a lock of Draco's hair, frowned at it, then, deciding it was just her own tiredness, she shrugged and smiled goodnight to Draco.
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The next day went rather quickly. Hermione had woken Draco up early in the morning so they could go to the nearby Sainsbury and shop for the ingredients to make cookies. Draco, being half asleep and dressed in muggle clothes that Hermione had especially chosen for him yesterday, bumped into many prams (making all the babies cry and bite his finger when he tried to shush them down before their mothers found out), food trolleys (making the whole thing tip over, then walking quickly into the crowd so no-one would blame him) and big stacks of toilet roll (that tumbled down and buried Draco in them).
Then, when he had got home, Hermione had showed him how to bake the perfect cookies (making a batch of her own first) then watched Draco make his. He had not only burnt the cookies, but also nearly set the whole house on fire when he had accidentally fiddled with the cooker's buttons instead of the ovens. By midday, Draco had ruined about two dozen batch of cookies, and Mr and Mrs Granger still hadn't returned from the last night's journey, which was kind of good because they didn't have to see the state of the kitchen, but it did get Hermione awfully worried - although Dennis didn't seem that bothered.
To top all this off, by 6:00pm, Hermione's perfect cookies that she had baked just that morning had half gone. She had eventually caught the thief, by placing a big bag of flour on top of the big jar of cookies (which was placed on a high shelf by the door). The thief had been stupid enough to not see the bag of flour, make a grab for the cookies, and obviously the whole bag of flour had collided onto 'it' and now 'its' whole head was covered in white. Of course, the thief was none other than Dennis.
For the first time in Draco's life, he laughed a hearty laugh. Not a cruel and insensitive one, but one like you would have if you were only a child and had never seen a clown slip on a banana peel before, one like you would have if one of your bestest friends had just told a funny joke.
Draco couldn't help but laugh at Dennis. He was covered in flour and was desperately trying to rub it off his hair, then wiping his hands on his trousers, making it worse. He had even been stupid enough to grab a cup of water off of the table and pour it onto himself to try and get the flour off, which didn't help at all, it just made him wet AND still covered in flour.
Dennis stood and sniffed, looking sad at the state he was in. Hermione and Draco, however, were rolling on the floor laughing.
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Draco walked down the stairs in the morning. He smiled slightly at the remembrance of Dennis and the flour yesterday, oh the joy of it all, Draco really thought that Dennis should grow up to be a clown or something. He walked into the kitchen and was about to ask what was for breakfast when he caught sight of the people that were there. Hermione had obviously been crying as her eyes were red and puffy, Dennis looked very down although he had not been crying, but the most unexpected person who was in the room was none other than the famous Headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry - Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.
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Next chapter will be better, I promise. This may be crap cus' I am bored stiff and have no inspiration, although I do know what to write - just no inspiration to write it. I'm having this crazy idea that maybe I should write the whole thing first, then post the chapters up one by one, so that I'll have everything timed and ready!!! I don't know, but if you think this is a good idea, tell me and I'll try it, cus' it only takes me about one hour to type one chapter if I watch telly at the same time!!! I'd probably only need to type five chapters in advance anyway.
