A/N: I'm too impatient to wait for more reviews, plus I just feel like
writing more, and I don't want to keep you lovely people waiting. And the
chapter was so short because I wasn't even finished with it, but my
brother, being himself, told me to post it as it was, so I did because I
was bored. And the thing with the exchange student was going to be a
different story, but I forgot what this one was originally going to be
about, so I'm using this story for it, instead. Lol. And Draco's, ahem, new
name, is an inside joke, as previously stated. I named him after my 'best
friend in fourth grade' with a different last name. Lol, that was a joke.
Very very inside joke. I will now shut up. Thank you so much for reviewing,
individual thanks at the bottom, yay!
Disclaimer: I'm marrying Orlando. Really. If you review you can come to my wedding. Thank you.
Draco was bored. The problem was, being 'new' to Hogwarts, he didn't 'know' anyone. Not that it mattered or anything, as he couldn't stand any of the Slytherins. He sighed. This was going to be a long year.
Little did he know, it was going to be a much more interesting year than he had had so far.
Draco slept for the whole train ride, having nothing else to do. As the train came to a stop, he jerked awake. He knew he had to explain everything to Dumbledore, but he didn't want to. He didn't want anyone to know that he had run from the Death Eaters, but he knew he had no choice.
He slowly got out of his train compartment, and got into the last horseless carriage in the line. He figured it was empty, but he was wrong. Very wrong. Oh, how wrong he was.
In the carriage were the only three that could have been in the same carriage as him: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger. Of course. Who else?
They seemed to have been talking about something, but they stopped when he opened the door. Harry looked at him strangely. "Um, hi," he said. "Can I, uh, help you?" Draco had to use great will power not to laugh. Harry Potter was extremely articulate. Then, there was the fact that they didn't seem to know who he was. Of course they wouldn't know, but it was still amusing.
But then, Draco remembered that he'd have to sit with them. Everywhere else was full. Oh well. How bad could they be. "Er, can I join you? I'm from the Salem School of Magic in America, and everywhere else is full," he said, fighting the urge to laugh, but remembering to use an American accent.
"Sure," Hermione said. "I'm Hermione Granger. This is Ron Weasley and Harry Potter." Draco, of course, knew this, but thought it best to shut up. "What's your name?"
'Uh oh. This is bad. Very very bad. What IS my name? Think, Draco, THINK!' Draco, uh, thought. "Rob," he said, kind of out of the blue. "Um, Rob Carson."
'Rob?' he thought. 'ROB??? CARSON??? WHERE DID THAT COME FROM, DRACO? THAT'S A DUMB NAME! Jeez, I was all ready to congratulate myself on coming up with a brilliant name, but now I'm stuck with a kind of weird one for I have no idea how long!!! THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!' he screamed at himself.
Fortunately, Harry, Ron, and Hermione didn't know he was mentally screaming at himself. "What year will you be in? We'll be in sixth," Hermione said.
"I'll be in sixth year, too." Draco had recovered from his screaming match with himself, and was back to being amused with everything. Hey, it was amusing. You'd be amused too.
Ron said, "Cool." A man of many words, always. How amusing.
The carriage then came to a stop. 'Finally,' Draco thought. "Um, I have to talk to Professor Dumbledore, I'll see you later, I guess," he said to the three, and jumped out of the carriage.
(A/N: If I was mean, I'd stop here. But I'm not feeling mean today.lol)
Draco quickly went through the front doors and practically ran up to Dumbledore's office. As soon as he got there, Professor Dumbledore seemed to be on his way down to the Great Hall.
"Er, professor?" Draco said nervously. Dumbledore was watching him curiously. "Could I talk to you?"
Professor Dumbledore said, "Of course, Mr. Malfoy."
Draco did a double take. "What? How did you-"
Dumbledore smiled. "That is unimportant, Mr. Malfoy. Follow me." Dumbledore said the password to the gargoyle and it jumped aside. Draco followed him up the stairs to his office, where Dumbledore sat down and motioned for Draco to do the same. Draco sat. "Now," Dumbledore said, "I assume there is a problem?"
"Yeah, Professor, there is. You see, my father wanted me to become a Death Eater, but I didn't want to. He brought me to my initiation, and they wanted me to kill a muggle girl. I didn't want to, so I ran. To London. I stayed in the Leaky Cauldron until last night, and I wanted to come back to Hogwarts, but I knew I couldn't, or my father would find me. So, I used a few Color-Changing Charms on myself, and I, uh, told Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger that I was the new American exchange student from the Salem School of Magic, Rob Carson," Draco said sheepishly. 'Well, that was.annoying,' he thought.
Dumbledore nodded understandingly. "I see. Well, I guess we will have to keep up the act that you are the American exchange student. I will make the announcement at the feast. I am sorry, but you are going to have to be re- sorted. We can't just put you in Slytherin, it would make people suspicious. But you must not tell anyone." Draco knew that. He nodded and stood up.
"Thanks, professor," he said. He and Dumbledore walked down to the Great Hall together. When they got there, the Sorting was finished. Professor McGonagall pick up the Sorting Hat and was about to walk out of the Hall with it, but Dumbledore stopped her. He walked up to the Head Table and stood at his seat.
"I have an announcement to make. We have a new sixth year student. His name is Rob Carson, and he is from the Salem School of Magic. Mr. Carson?" Draco internally cracked up. This was all amusing. Thank God Dumbledore knew who he really was, or he would have actually laughed aloud. Hey, it was amusing. You'd be amused too.
Draco, still trying to keep a straight face, walked up to the front. He REALLY didn't want to be Sorted, though. It was embarrassing. He didn't know why. It just was. He didn't need a reason. If he said it was embarrassing, guess what? It was embarrassing. He was Draco, if he didn't want a reason, he didn't need a reason. Anyway.
He grumpily sat on the stool. 'Hmm.didn't I sort you five years ago?' the Sorting hat said in his ear.
'Yes, but it's a long story, just sort me.'
'I already know the whole story, I can see everything in your head, remember?'
'Oh yeah. Just sort me.'
'But the question is, where should I put you? You've changed since five years ago, you have changed a great deal.'
'Okay. Just sort me.'
'Let's see. You've got plenty of courage.running from the Death Eaters, eh? A good mind, you're very cunning, and stubborn, oh yes, you're very stubborn.'
'I knoooooow, just sort me.'
'Oh, alright. I don't think Slytherin is good for you anymore. I'm thinking.GRYFFINDOR!' It shouted out the Gryffindor bit, quite obviously.
Draco blinked and widened his eyes. Gryffindor? GRYFFINDOR? WHY??? Oh well. As stated before. It was going to be a long year.
But a better year than he had ever previously had.
A/N: Okie, done. See, I'm updating quickly, yay! Now, I had something to say, but I can't remember. Hate when that happens. But I have something else to say. Ever notice how Draco always seems to have those secret rooms in fics where he and Hermione can meet? It's really starting to annoy me. And I feel special. I gave Draco my birthday. That made me feel special. LOL!!! *dies* Anyway. Did you enjoy this chapter? I think my entire story is boring, at least so far. Lol, I hope you don't! Now, since I'm feeling nice, I'm going to thank everyone! Oh, and remember, if you want to see Orlando in a tux, review! If you don't (why WOULDN'T you???), then review anyway, please!
Thanks to Mjade, glroy, TFG, j. j. alan, and Sunflower-chan.
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not really sane: I can guarantee you I wrote it. Lol! Thanks, I'm glad you think it's cool.
Sila-chan: Lol. You can have Draco in your own mind, lol! And I agree, hobo is a cool word. Poor Draco! And on his (and mine, lol) birthday, too!
Sarah: Oh sweet Lord. It's a homosexual. *dies*
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Draco was bored. The problem was, being 'new' to Hogwarts, he didn't 'know' anyone. Not that it mattered or anything, as he couldn't stand any of the Slytherins. He sighed. This was going to be a long year.
Little did he know, it was going to be a much more interesting year than he had had so far.
Draco slept for the whole train ride, having nothing else to do. As the train came to a stop, he jerked awake. He knew he had to explain everything to Dumbledore, but he didn't want to. He didn't want anyone to know that he had run from the Death Eaters, but he knew he had no choice.
He slowly got out of his train compartment, and got into the last horseless carriage in the line. He figured it was empty, but he was wrong. Very wrong. Oh, how wrong he was.
In the carriage were the only three that could have been in the same carriage as him: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger. Of course. Who else?
They seemed to have been talking about something, but they stopped when he opened the door. Harry looked at him strangely. "Um, hi," he said. "Can I, uh, help you?" Draco had to use great will power not to laugh. Harry Potter was extremely articulate. Then, there was the fact that they didn't seem to know who he was. Of course they wouldn't know, but it was still amusing.
But then, Draco remembered that he'd have to sit with them. Everywhere else was full. Oh well. How bad could they be. "Er, can I join you? I'm from the Salem School of Magic in America, and everywhere else is full," he said, fighting the urge to laugh, but remembering to use an American accent.
"Sure," Hermione said. "I'm Hermione Granger. This is Ron Weasley and Harry Potter." Draco, of course, knew this, but thought it best to shut up. "What's your name?"
'Uh oh. This is bad. Very very bad. What IS my name? Think, Draco, THINK!' Draco, uh, thought. "Rob," he said, kind of out of the blue. "Um, Rob Carson."
'Rob?' he thought. 'ROB??? CARSON??? WHERE DID THAT COME FROM, DRACO? THAT'S A DUMB NAME! Jeez, I was all ready to congratulate myself on coming up with a brilliant name, but now I'm stuck with a kind of weird one for I have no idea how long!!! THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!' he screamed at himself.
Fortunately, Harry, Ron, and Hermione didn't know he was mentally screaming at himself. "What year will you be in? We'll be in sixth," Hermione said.
"I'll be in sixth year, too." Draco had recovered from his screaming match with himself, and was back to being amused with everything. Hey, it was amusing. You'd be amused too.
Ron said, "Cool." A man of many words, always. How amusing.
The carriage then came to a stop. 'Finally,' Draco thought. "Um, I have to talk to Professor Dumbledore, I'll see you later, I guess," he said to the three, and jumped out of the carriage.
(A/N: If I was mean, I'd stop here. But I'm not feeling mean today.lol)
Draco quickly went through the front doors and practically ran up to Dumbledore's office. As soon as he got there, Professor Dumbledore seemed to be on his way down to the Great Hall.
"Er, professor?" Draco said nervously. Dumbledore was watching him curiously. "Could I talk to you?"
Professor Dumbledore said, "Of course, Mr. Malfoy."
Draco did a double take. "What? How did you-"
Dumbledore smiled. "That is unimportant, Mr. Malfoy. Follow me." Dumbledore said the password to the gargoyle and it jumped aside. Draco followed him up the stairs to his office, where Dumbledore sat down and motioned for Draco to do the same. Draco sat. "Now," Dumbledore said, "I assume there is a problem?"
"Yeah, Professor, there is. You see, my father wanted me to become a Death Eater, but I didn't want to. He brought me to my initiation, and they wanted me to kill a muggle girl. I didn't want to, so I ran. To London. I stayed in the Leaky Cauldron until last night, and I wanted to come back to Hogwarts, but I knew I couldn't, or my father would find me. So, I used a few Color-Changing Charms on myself, and I, uh, told Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger that I was the new American exchange student from the Salem School of Magic, Rob Carson," Draco said sheepishly. 'Well, that was.annoying,' he thought.
Dumbledore nodded understandingly. "I see. Well, I guess we will have to keep up the act that you are the American exchange student. I will make the announcement at the feast. I am sorry, but you are going to have to be re- sorted. We can't just put you in Slytherin, it would make people suspicious. But you must not tell anyone." Draco knew that. He nodded and stood up.
"Thanks, professor," he said. He and Dumbledore walked down to the Great Hall together. When they got there, the Sorting was finished. Professor McGonagall pick up the Sorting Hat and was about to walk out of the Hall with it, but Dumbledore stopped her. He walked up to the Head Table and stood at his seat.
"I have an announcement to make. We have a new sixth year student. His name is Rob Carson, and he is from the Salem School of Magic. Mr. Carson?" Draco internally cracked up. This was all amusing. Thank God Dumbledore knew who he really was, or he would have actually laughed aloud. Hey, it was amusing. You'd be amused too.
Draco, still trying to keep a straight face, walked up to the front. He REALLY didn't want to be Sorted, though. It was embarrassing. He didn't know why. It just was. He didn't need a reason. If he said it was embarrassing, guess what? It was embarrassing. He was Draco, if he didn't want a reason, he didn't need a reason. Anyway.
He grumpily sat on the stool. 'Hmm.didn't I sort you five years ago?' the Sorting hat said in his ear.
'Yes, but it's a long story, just sort me.'
'I already know the whole story, I can see everything in your head, remember?'
'Oh yeah. Just sort me.'
'But the question is, where should I put you? You've changed since five years ago, you have changed a great deal.'
'Okay. Just sort me.'
'Let's see. You've got plenty of courage.running from the Death Eaters, eh? A good mind, you're very cunning, and stubborn, oh yes, you're very stubborn.'
'I knoooooow, just sort me.'
'Oh, alright. I don't think Slytherin is good for you anymore. I'm thinking.GRYFFINDOR!' It shouted out the Gryffindor bit, quite obviously.
Draco blinked and widened his eyes. Gryffindor? GRYFFINDOR? WHY??? Oh well. As stated before. It was going to be a long year.
But a better year than he had ever previously had.
A/N: Okie, done. See, I'm updating quickly, yay! Now, I had something to say, but I can't remember. Hate when that happens. But I have something else to say. Ever notice how Draco always seems to have those secret rooms in fics where he and Hermione can meet? It's really starting to annoy me. And I feel special. I gave Draco my birthday. That made me feel special. LOL!!! *dies* Anyway. Did you enjoy this chapter? I think my entire story is boring, at least so far. Lol, I hope you don't! Now, since I'm feeling nice, I'm going to thank everyone! Oh, and remember, if you want to see Orlando in a tux, review! If you don't (why WOULDN'T you???), then review anyway, please!
Thanks to Mjade, glroy, TFG, j. j. alan, and Sunflower-chan.
IlUvDrAcOmAlFoY: Whoa. Yes, you are very hyper. Lol. Well, I got it out in less than 24 hours, I think, so you cannot kill me, mwa ha ha, lol!
not really sane: I can guarantee you I wrote it. Lol! Thanks, I'm glad you think it's cool.
Sila-chan: Lol. You can have Draco in your own mind, lol! And I agree, hobo is a cool word. Poor Draco! And on his (and mine, lol) birthday, too!
Sarah: Oh sweet Lord. It's a homosexual. *dies*
Jay: YOU ARE SUCH AN IDIOT! YOU REVIEWED LIKE SIX TIMES! Lol, don't worry people. I know him, I can yell at him, lol.
R/R PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!!!