A/N: I haven't updated since forever. But it's not like it matters, since
this plot is overused! But this one isn't! REALLY! Because I'm changing the
summary. Mwa ha ha. Yay. Okie dokie. Man, I have to learn to shut up. The
train leaves at 11 o'clock, doesn't it? I can't remember. Oh, and even
though nobody commented on it, as far as I know, S² (Snape) (SARAH!!!) has
his trunk because I said so. And Draco's 'new name'? INSIDE JOKE! With
myself. Lol. Sorry. Hehe.
Disclaimer: I'll say this once again. Of course I own them. And I'm going to marry Orlando Bloom. And I speak seventy world languages. And I know the secret to defy gravity. And I'm going to cure cancer. And I'm currently building a time machine in my backyard. Really! Come on over to one of my many mansions in the Mediterranean Sea and see it! Thank you.
Draco wasn't really sure what he did until September. He stayed at the Leaky Cauldron, but he was so darn bored. Plus he had a sunburn. There are no two worse things than being sunburned and bored. Needless to say.he had a jolly-less birthday. He actually had a jolly-less week. What a jolly-less surprise.
When August 31 rolled around, Draco didn't know what to do. He knew he couldn't go back to Hogwarts, or his father would find him. The problem was, he wanted to go back and he couldn't do anything otherwise. Suddenly it came to him. He would go.incognito! 'Good God, Draco, you ARE a genius!' he thought to himself.
The next morning, Draco woke up late. Checking his watch, he saw it was 10:30. Cursing himself, he quickly dressed into jeans and a green sweatshirt that he had bought in London, and took a Muggle taxi to King's Cross. The taxi driver was creepy, though, so he was extremely glad to get out at the station.
He ran into the bathrooms. It was 10:50. He had ten minutes. He knew that everybody would recognize him if he just waltzed out there in all his blond- ness. And since he valued his life, he knew he had to look different if he was going to hid from his father. Draco liked being blond, but he knew what he had to do. Grumpily, he took out his wand and performed a few simple color-changing charms, which turned his hair brown and his eyes blue.
He looked in the mirror. Not bad.but who was he going to be??? He couldn't be himself, for then the loss of his blond hair would be in vain. Draco thought for a minute. Suddenly it clicked. He would be.the American exchange student! He could do an American accent. Of course he could. He was Draco. 'Good God, Draco you ARE a genius!' he thought, yet again.
He had two minutes left. He casually went through the barrier, glad that his trunk was at Hogwarts.
He walked along the outside of the train, trying to find an empty compartment. As he walked, he noticed most of the girls' eyes on him. Draco internally smirked. Once again, the loss of his blond-ness was not in vain!
He found that the last compartment was empty, so he got inside it just before the train left. He laughed evilly. Well, it wasn't evil, but it was the evil-type laugh. He was such a genius!
Disclaimer: I'll say this once again. Of course I own them. And I'm going to marry Orlando Bloom. And I speak seventy world languages. And I know the secret to defy gravity. And I'm going to cure cancer. And I'm currently building a time machine in my backyard. Really! Come on over to one of my many mansions in the Mediterranean Sea and see it! Thank you.
Draco wasn't really sure what he did until September. He stayed at the Leaky Cauldron, but he was so darn bored. Plus he had a sunburn. There are no two worse things than being sunburned and bored. Needless to say.he had a jolly-less birthday. He actually had a jolly-less week. What a jolly-less surprise.
When August 31 rolled around, Draco didn't know what to do. He knew he couldn't go back to Hogwarts, or his father would find him. The problem was, he wanted to go back and he couldn't do anything otherwise. Suddenly it came to him. He would go.incognito! 'Good God, Draco, you ARE a genius!' he thought to himself.
The next morning, Draco woke up late. Checking his watch, he saw it was 10:30. Cursing himself, he quickly dressed into jeans and a green sweatshirt that he had bought in London, and took a Muggle taxi to King's Cross. The taxi driver was creepy, though, so he was extremely glad to get out at the station.
He ran into the bathrooms. It was 10:50. He had ten minutes. He knew that everybody would recognize him if he just waltzed out there in all his blond- ness. And since he valued his life, he knew he had to look different if he was going to hid from his father. Draco liked being blond, but he knew what he had to do. Grumpily, he took out his wand and performed a few simple color-changing charms, which turned his hair brown and his eyes blue.
He looked in the mirror. Not bad.but who was he going to be??? He couldn't be himself, for then the loss of his blond hair would be in vain. Draco thought for a minute. Suddenly it clicked. He would be.the American exchange student! He could do an American accent. Of course he could. He was Draco. 'Good God, Draco you ARE a genius!' he thought, yet again.
He had two minutes left. He casually went through the barrier, glad that his trunk was at Hogwarts.
He walked along the outside of the train, trying to find an empty compartment. As he walked, he noticed most of the girls' eyes on him. Draco internally smirked. Once again, the loss of his blond-ness was not in vain!
He found that the last compartment was empty, so he got inside it just before the train left. He laughed evilly. Well, it wasn't evil, but it was the evil-type laugh. He was such a genius!