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No? Fine enjoy your stupid disclaimer: I do not own any characters of Harry Potter. J. does.


Draco Malfoy was not having what you called a good day. In fact he was having one of the worst days ever. It had started off nicely. His wife had woken up and kissed him, he had a magnificent breakfast, and his son had gotten better from his head cold. Now that he thought about it, Draco could pinpoint the moment everything had gone wrong.

It had been after breakfast, and after his wife had taken Scorpius down to Hogsmeade for new robes.

Robes, he thought, the source of all evil. Draco was slightly off on that statement, but no one could blame him.

He had been reaching for his a fresh robe to change into when he had seen the flash.

Draco blinked. It was probably just a trick of the mind, he reassured himself. Once again poking through the racks of robes, he was blinded yet again. This time though he heard a faint click.

"Alright! Whoever is in there better come out now!"

Draco was rather proud of himself. He had given the perpetrator enough warning. He had learned that lesson rather forcefully from Astoria.


Draco Malfoy was strolling down in his gardens and admiring all that was his. His house elves were first class, and they kept Willow Estate neat and tidy. After all what good is money if you don't flaunt it?

He had heard a rustling in the shrubs next to him.

Draco was livid! Sure, there had been a scandal that week about his father being poisoned with some Reckless Silliness potion (in truth, the formal name was very long, and only puffed up doctors and Percy Weasley used the full name). The incident had resulted in the eldest Mr. Malfoy running naked as bowtruckle. After that, the once solemn Lucius Malfoy next tried to enter a muggle theme park and defeat the "GIANT WHEEL OF DOOOOOM" (at least that was how he pronounced it as aurors caught up with him and forced him into some clothes). It was not surprise that when Lucius received the antidote he turned a brighter shade of red that even Weasleys were incapable of.

Now there was another blasted reporter hiding in his bushes. He had warned the last crowd that if they ever again encroach on his property, he would jinx them to kingdom come.

Draco kept his word. Without even giving even a hint that he was about to attack Malfoy launched a series of hexes into the hedge plant. He braced himself for a return volley of spells though shock ran through him when he heard the cry of "DADDY!" practically disarmed him.

When Draco had to explain to his wife, why their four year old soon who had a newly found obsession for playing hide and seek, was speaking in gibberish, and his legs would not stop dancing the square dance, he had been lectured and banished to the couch for over four months.

Not to mention all the parenting courses Astoria forced him to take. Muggle parenting classes. For a year.


When no one replied, he murmured "Homenum revelio."

The spell sensed that the room was empty except for him.

Cautiously Draco proceeded to undress, so he could change.

Flash. Click.

"DAMN IT! COME OUT NOW!"

No response. Just: flash. Click. Flash. Click.

"OH! IT'S A WAR YOU WANT THEN! I'LL HEX YOU INTO OBLVION"

Draco Malfoy's spent the day combating the mysterious click and flashing that seem to be coming from his robes. Needless to say he lost. He ended up crying on the floor in fetal position.

That's how Astoria found her proud husband. Fetal position in boxers and crying about making the clicking and flashing go away in the silent and still closet.


As men from St. Mungos arrived on the scene to escort the ailing Malfoy, a young, small blond man summoned a camera and walked away pleased. Colin Creevey had gotten a perfect shot of distraught Draco for his brother. It would be a nice "haven't-seen-you-in-a-long-time-because-I-died-and-now-I'm-back-baring-gifts-and-apologies-so-don't-have-a-heart-attack" present.

Not a bad day at all, Collin mused.


AN: I'm so sorry for so long of a wait!!! There is really no excuse for it. I'm sorry that this chapter was not the best or the funniest. It was really just a filler chapter for next much, much funnier ones. The Weasley reunion. Oh what fun am I going to have there……

Anyway once again a hundred apologies.

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