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Disclaimer: I don't own anything except a love for the books and the show.

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Chapter 12

Draco didn't know which detention he was dreading more, Snape's or the sisters'. But after his detention with Snape he thought it couldn't get any worse. Snape made him clean all of the cauldrons without magic. Then he had to clean up the shelves that housed the ingredients and clean out some of the jars themselves, then he had to organize Snape's files…in short Draco had to clean the entire potions classroom using nothing but good old fashioned elbow grease.

After this torture, he felt he could take anything the sisters would throw at him. Boy was he wrong.

The night of his detention, he followed the sisters out of the Great Hall and to their portrait. They had obviously changed the password because they whispered it so that he couldn't hear. He grumbled a bit before following them inside.

Once inside the familiar entrance, he looked at the sisters who each had devilish grins on their faces. What have I gotten myself into, Draco thought miserably.

"So…you have to do whatever we say?" said Phoebe smiling sweetly.

"Unfortunately," he mumbled under his breath.

"What was that?" asked Piper.

"Yes, Professor," he said curtly.

"Great, then you can start by putting this on." As Paige talked she pulled out from behind her something that made Draco stare in openmouthed horror.

"You can not be serious!" he half yelled.

"Oh, but we are," said Phoebe. She walked up to him, put it over his head and tied it in the back.

It was truly a sight to behold. Draco Malfoy, purest of the pureblooded wizards in a fluffy, frilly, lacey, pink… apron.

The girls laughed out loud at the sight of the blonde teen. It's not everyday you see a sixteen year old boy in a pretty apron.

Draco looked about to kill. However, he did come to the conclusion that they were only doing this to embarrass him. Perhaps if he played along they would get bored and let him leave early.

Piper was the first to speak because she was the first to stop laughing. "Well, don't you look adorable."

"Of course I do. I look good in anything," he said with his best smirk in place.

"Good. Then you won't mind if we take a few pictures," said Paige holding a camera in her hand.

He panicked for a second then decided it couldn't be that bad. "On one condition," he said.

"And what would that be?" asked Piper suspiciously.

"As long as I get one with my three favorite professors," he said innocently.

"I don't see the harm in that," said Phoebe. "But who will take the picture?"

"Chris!" Piper called. Within a few seconds Chris had orbed into the living room.

"Bloody hell," Draco exclaimed.

Chris looked first at the girls, then at Draco in the apron, and burst out laughing. "Who is that?" he was able to choke out between gasps.

Draco gave him a glare before Piper said, "This is Draco. He's one of our students and he decided to pay the attic a little visit and try and look at the book. Now he's here for detention." She talked casually as if this sort of thing happened everyday.

"Wait. He tried to steal the book? Why didn't you get him expelled or something?"

Draco did not like this guy one bit. "Because, he won't do it again. Will you?" said Piper warningly.

"No professor," he said glaring at Chris.

"Well, remind me to never get on your bad side," said Chris.

"Can we just take the picture?" said Draco moodily.

They arranged in front of Chris from left to right with Piper, Draco, Phoebe and Paige who had absolutely refused to stand next to Draco. Chris tried not to laugh as he took the picture (which was a Polaroid). When he handed it to Piper she promptly broke out laughing again.

Once that was done, they handed Draco a list of everything he was supposed to do that afternoon. He practically had to clean the whole house, and he was expected to cook. It's a good thing he had once seen some of the house elves cooking in the manor otherwise he would have no idea where to even begin.

"What if he tries to poison us?" Paige whispered to Piper while she looked at Draco who was in the kitchen. He had his wand out over a pot and was trying to think of some spells that cooked food.

Paige walked over to Chris who kept looking at Draco and laughing. "I think you should keep an eye on him," said Chris trying to keep a straight face.

"You read my mind, dear nephew. Could you watch him and make sure he doesn't do anything he's not supposed to?"

"Sure thing."

Chris walked into the kitchen and sat at the table. "What are you doing?" he asked looking at Draco's confused face as he looked at he empty pot.

"I'm cooking," he said through gritted teeth.

"Really? And what exactly are you cooking…invisible soup?"

Draco whirled around and glared at Chris. "Who the hell are you anyway?"

Chris looked at his wand before saying, "I'm Chris. That's all you need to know."

"I knew that already. I meant how do you know them?" he said motioning towards the sisters who were in the living room talking.

"That's none of your business."

"Fine," and with that Draco turned back around to the pot. He muttered something and a big splash was heard.

"What did you just do?" asked Chris.

"I made the soup visible," said Draco looking quite proud of himself. He opened the cabinets to look for some bowls and instead found a lot of herbs and spices. Mandrake root, wormwood, ragweed, and many others. "What the hell?" he said looking at everything. "I thought only Snape had this many potions ingredients."

Chris got up from the table and shut the cabinet door. He went over to another and pulled out three bowls. "You thought wrong," he said handing Draco the bowls.

Draco poured some soup into each bowl, put them on a tray and brought it out into the living room.

"Yum, soup," said Phoebe. "What kind is it?"

"Um, I'm not really sure. Tomato?" he guessed.

"Why don't you taste it and let us know," said Paige looking at the soup as though it would attack any minute.

Draco took a spoon and filled it with soup. When he had tasted it he looked back at the bowls looking very disappointed. "Damn. I don't think you want to eat that," he said.

"Why not?" said Piper.

"Because it's poison?" suggested Paige.

"No…because it's only water."

Everyone laughed except Paige.

"Can I leave now?" he asked rather annoyed at being laughed at again.

"No way. You've only been here for half an hour," Piper consulted her watch. "Go clean something."

"Fine, but can I at least take this off," he said tugging at the apron. He looked at Piper because for some reason he thought she hated him the least compared to the other two.

Piper studied the boy in front of her and vaguely wondered what it would be like when Wyatt was that old. She shrugged. "Okay, you can take it off, but go clean."

Draco practically ripped the apron off. "Go clean what?"

"How about the basement?"

He shrugged. "Okay," it was just a basement. How bad could it be?

He saw how bad it could be when he went down there. He had never seen so much dust in his life. If he was allergic he surly would have dropped dead. Not far behind, Chris followed.

"What are you anyway? How did you do that…light thing?" Draco asked sweeping the floor and looking at Chris.

"Like I said before, that's none of your business."

"Why? What do you have to lose?" he pried further.

"Nothing. But I'm sure as hell not going to tell you anything about us. You're a Slytherin."

"To the core," he said proudly. "How do you know about the houses?"

"I did a little research when I found out my-the girls were going to be coming here. Seems like you people don't have such a good rep."

Draco shrugged and went on cleaning. He didn't really feel like talking about how almost every Slytherin went bad.

"Why did you want to take the book?" Chris asked catching Draco off guard.

"Oh come on, like you've never wanted to. Who doesn't want a book of spells?"

"I don't have to steal it. I can look at it all I want."

"Why? Wait let me guess…it's none of my business, right?" he said annoyed.

"Damn straight," said Chris smiling. Maybe this kid wasn't so bad after all, he thought. "You know, you got off easy. If I know the sisters, your really lucky they didn't do something worse."

"Like what?"

"Oh, I don't know…like test potions and spells on you," he said casually.

"They wouldn't, they can't. Teachers aren't allowed," he said not so sure of himself.

"Well, they aren't really permanent teachers are they? They're just here to," he tried to think of the cover they were using, "to write that article." He was happy to see Draco look a little nervous. "So, will you be trying to get a glimpse of the book any time soon?"

Draco reluctantly shook his head.

The two walked back upstairs after Draco had swept all of the dirt into a pile and made is disappear.

The girls were giggling in the living room when the two arrived.

"Well," said Paige expectantly.

"Well what? It's clean isn't it. You can go check if you don't believe me," he said sharply. He really didn't like her. He just wanted to...

"Hey!" said Phoebe. "You apologize right now." She had felt exactly what Draco had wanted to do because of her empath powers. Apparently the spell she had done had only blocked out his lustful thoughts.

"For what?" asked Draco incredulously.

"You know what," said Phoebe looking at Draco then nodding towards Paige. "Say it."

"A Malfoy never apologizes," he said stubbornly.

"Well a Malfoy better unless he wants a Halliwell to turn his hair pink…permanently," Piper said smiling. Chris let out a small chuckled and received a glare in return.

"I'm sorry," he said through gritted teeth while looking at Paige.

"For?" she prompted.

"For thinking that I wanted to stun you."

"Stun me?" said Paige confusedly. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Are you serious?" said Draco disbelievingly. "You know, stupefy!" he yelled the spell and pointed his wand at one of the bowls that was still on the table. It broke into tiny pieces.

"Why you little -"

"Paige," said Piper warningly.

"But he wanted to kill me!" she said exasperatedly.

"I did not!" he yelled back.

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"HEY!" Piper yelled getting their attention. "Paige, how old are you again?" she asked arms crossed.

Draco shot Paige a triumphant look. Until Piper turned to him. "And you…care to explain what that was about?"

"It was just a stunning spell. It would only have knocked her out," he said casually.

"Oh, is that all," said Paige.

"That's enough, Draco you can leave now."

"Finally," he said and headed towards the door.

Phoebe and Chris had been watching closely and trying not to laugh at the little exchange between Paige and Draco.

"I think I'll go now too," said Chris.

"What, no good bye for your dear old Mom?" said Piper.

"Bye Mom. Call me if you need anything." Then he was gone.

Draco tried to close the door as quietly as possible so that they wouldn't know he had heard.

Mom? Piper's his mother? This is even weirder than I thought. I will figure this out.

The lone Slytherin walked to his common room thoroughly confused and annoyed all in one. They are definitely not your everyday witches. They're more like muggles, yet they aren't. It was too confusing to think about. Maybe he should just ask his father if he's heard anything.