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A/N- Well, it has been a while. We've had this chapter typed up and ready for about 1-2 months. We thought we should add more to it, but we just took a look at it and realized: Even if this chapter is short, it fits. We have A LOT written already for future chapters, (about two notebooks full!) We'll try to get off our lazy asses and type them up for you! Enjoy! LET US PRAY THAT OUR SPIRITS ARE NOT DESTROYED BY THE SIXTH BOOK! NOOOOO! weeps

Chapter Seven- Magical Ponderings

Abby awoke to a rumbling noise. After suppressing a wave of panic, she realized she was lying perpendicular to Ron on the floor with her head on his stomach. The rumbling sound had been his stomach growling. She noticed with a start that Blythe and Draco's hair were still on fire. They were both asleep. Blythe was splayed out on her back and Draco was lying next to her on her his side his nose was almost in her ear. His right hand, still clutching his wand, was resting on her stomach. Abby cackled at the sight. They hadn't even known these people for 24 hours yet!

She looked up at Ron's face and saw he was sleeping as well. Getting to her knees, she crawled over to Blythe and poked her harshly in the ribs.

Blythe groaned into consciousness, blinking her eyes to focus them on Abby. "Whore!" Abby accused. Blythe shoved Draco's hand off of her and rolled away from him.

"What is going on Abby?" Blythe asked in a quiet voice.

"Like I know!" Abby retorted with irritation.

"I blew up a fucking wardrobe for Christ's sake! Then I lit Draco's hair on fire!"

"How do you know you did it?"

"And then you lit my hair on fire!"

"I didn't do it!"

Blythe's expression turned dark and her eyes glazed over. "Didn't you feel it Abby?" she murmured.

Abby faltered and looked around the room complacently. "Yeah…" she finally whispered.

Blythe nodded and then seemed to see the room for the first time, "Why are they asleep? Where are the twins?"

"I have no idea what the hell is happening!" Abby snapped.

Blythe leaned over and shoved Draco roughly. He didn't stir. She tried a couple more times with no result. "Draco!" she hissed into his face. Nothing.

Abby and Blythe got up and went over to the snoring Ron. After a few minutes of kicking at him, they gave up. The boys wouldn't wake up. Abby muttered something along the lines of 'oh my this is creepy'.

They sat down on a rather large section of burnt wardrobe that served well as a bench. "This is fucking insane!" Blythe wailed.

As if summoned, Fred and George apparated into the room with two loud cracking sounds. Blythe and Abby yelped and fell backwards off their bench. Fred and George went and sat down next to them nervously. The girls eyed the wands they were carrying. "Explain," Abby managed to squeak with command.

"Well we've looked into it and well, there's no other explanation..." George rubbed the back of his neck anxiously.

"You're both unregistered and unrecognized witches!" Fred suddenly blurted out. George shot him a nasty look.

"What, how, and why?" Blythe asked. Both girls seemed eerily calm.

"Um, well, can both of you trace your family back in time a ways?" Fred asked.

"I can," Abby nodded. "Well besides my grandmother's parents are unknown since she was adopted..."

George nodded as if this was what he was expecting to hear.

"I can't," Blythe muttered. "I don't know my dad at all and my mom can't really trace back past her grandparents."

Fred grinned. "I'm willing to bet 100 galleons that your dad is a wizard!" he said excitedly.

"I'm not taking that bet," George responded.

Blythe fainted again but Abby looked angry and upset, "What does this mean then? I really have no clue what you're talking about!"

"Since you're both unregistered, the Ministry won't be coming after you... I don't know, maybe they'll think it was Draco," George said.

"It's been over an hour! An owl would have come or something.." Fred replied as he lifted Blythe up.

Abby looked like she was about to vomit. "What the fuck is going on?" she roared.

Fred lay Blythe down on Draco's bed. He muttered something, waving his wand, and her eyes fluttered open. She ignored Fred for a few minutes and just stared up at the ceiling. Fred watched George and Abby quietly arguing on the other side of the room. When he turned back to Blythe, she was smiling at him.

"What?" he asked, unnerved.

She started laughing hysterically. "You guys are tricky!" she managed to gasp. He looked agast. She managed to calm herself a bit and continue, "I mean, of course you guys didn't need our help with the prank tonight! You brought us here to prank us!"

"No Blythe--" Fred started.

"Yes," she cut him off, her voice suddenly grave and stern.

He only gaped at her. "Abby!" Blythe called, standing up. Abby looked over at her with a weird expression on her face. "We have to get back home!" George looked at Fred questioningly, but Fred only shrugged back.

Blythe grinned at them, "Well, that was fun! See you some other time, maybe we can do this again!" Then she climbed out the window without another word.

Once the girls had left, the two Weasleys stared at each other, stunned. George revived Ron and Draco with a wave of his wand.

"What the hell's your problem?" shouted Draco.

"Yeah!" said Ron.

"Oh shut it, you two," muttered Fred. "We did it for your own good. And now... we have to go. We're going to move in with you, okay, Ron?" Not waiting for an answer, he transfigured two big pieces of charred wood into small beds. The room was too small for three beds so he transfigured one back into wood. Fred started walking out the door.

"Oh no you don't," George growled, grabbing Fred's sweater and jerking him back into the room. "If you think we need to stay here, I'm not the one sleeping with Malfoy!"

Fred eyed his brother lazily, a secret calculating gleam deep in his eyes that only his twin could spot. "Is there something you're not telling me Fred? I mean, why do we need to stay here at all?" George asked.

Fred transfigured the other bed back and sighed. "Yeah, you're right. I'm tired," he muttured. With two loud CRACKS, the two older boys were gone.

"Where did Blythe and Abby go?" Ron said, looking around the room as if the two girls were going to jump out at him at second.

"Who the fuck cares? I'm going to strangle that wench when I see her next..." Draco said, eyeing his devastated room. "Now get out of my room."

Ron glared at Draco for a moment before turning and stomping out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Draco stood, still staring around at the mess. He couldn't help but feel a little ... admiring, secretly, of the girls' work. He was a man who could appreciate a good job of destruction, having been raised by a Death Eater father and all... He shook himself mentally. What was he thinking? They were Mudbloods. He could cause this kind of destruction with his eyes closed.

A small voice in his head spoke up, saying, Pretty good for Muggles, though, innit?

Another small voice screeched, Oh shut up, you.

He lay down on his slightly damaged bed and tried to sleep, severely put off by the smell of her. The stench of the mudblood's presence was permeating...