I have a very good reason for not having posted in forever... My mom wouldn't pay the internet and took my money so I couldn't pay it (don't you just love alcoholics?) and then when I moved in with my older sister I was busy with her baby all the time and after a month there she stopped paying internet and wanted my money for all sorts of things, and after she kicked me out, I was staying at my friend's without a computer for the most part. Anyway, I'm really sorry guys. Now, I'm in college (got my GED last month) so I'm gonna be busy still.
Draco sighed, he had never realized how boring his house was until this summer. No part of his home life had seemed this dull until Harry came. Just the thought of Harry made him cheer up, if only momentarily. He loved him, he truly did. Unfortunately, his parents (or Lucius at least) loved him as well, making for some embarrassing moments. Severus liked Harry, but he didn't go around showing Harry pictures of Draco at two, on the toilet, holding up a child magazine on dragons...at least, he hoped Severus didn't do that. Draco sighed again.
Lucius walked into the hallway in time to catch his son's second sigh and rolled his eyes. Sure, he understood his son was bored, but the wandering in hallways and sighing all the time was overly dramatic to say the least. Lucius knew he himself was never this dramatic.
"You know, we haven't been shopping in a long time. What say you and I take a trip to Diagon Alley?" Lucius asked.
"No thanks. I'm not in the mood for shopping. Maybe other time..."
Lucius' eyes bulged. "My own flesh and blood not in the mood to go shopping, what's wrong with the world?" he screeched as he ran down the hall screaming. Nope, Lucius Malfoy was never dramatic.
Draco shook his head as he walked to Severus' lab. His father could always find something for him to do, so long as it wasn't mashing donkey liver. That was something he absolutely refused to do. What would Harry say if he found donkey liver under his nails?
As Draco opened the door to the lab he heard, surprisingly, Remus' laugh. Moony wasn't supposed to be here today he thought, I wonder what's going on. He opened the door slowly, just wide enough that he could sneak a peek into the room. What he saw was definitely not boring. His father and Moony, his old teacher, were... well, he wasn't entirely sure what they were doing. He cocked his head, trying to figure out what exactly was causing both Moony and stuck up Severus to laugh so hard.
At Harry's house, it was Sirius that was moping. Remus was gone, Harry was sleeping, and he was, you got it, bored. He had tried to make Harry breakfast in bed, but all he had succeeded in doing was setting the sink on fire. He still wasn't entirely sure how he managed it, but he singed off part of his left eyebrow doing it.
He stalked into Remus' room as if it was the room's fault that Remus wasn't here. Remus had said he had put a book on his dresser for Sirius, but there was no book. Of course not, his life couldn't be that fun. He flopped onto Remus' bed and stretched. As he did so, his hands went under the pillow and brushed something. He pulled out a few pictures and nearly choked, on air mind you, as he saw what the pictures were of.