Authors notes: Let the second day of torturing Dracokins begin. Hehehehe.

Draco's notes: Noooooo! Please everyone, you must help me escape. I promise not to call you a mudblood for one day if you review.

Disclaimer: Not mine. Not Draco's, but J. K. Rowling's.

Chapter 2: Review 1

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The next day arrives for poor Dracokins who is not used to the muggle world.

"Stop calling me that, stupid- dumb- not- blonde- but- still- dumber muggle."

"How dare you!" Elanor gets very angry at the fact that she does not look like a Mary Sue with long golden locks waist length with aqua-what-ever bright big shiny eyes.

"What's a Mary Sue, stupid- dumb- not- blonde- but- still- dumber muggle?" Draco asks, looking confused.

"For one thing," Elanor starts wondering whether to feed Draco to her pet Garfield, "call me Elanor and I'll stop calling you Dracokins."

"Deal," Draco smugly replies back.

"Grrrrrr..." Elanor is positively fuming that the cloud had to kidnapped a snobby jerk and a Slytherin.

"Why didn't you get Ronnie for me, cloud?" Elanor desperately thinks.

"So you have a crush on the dirty faced Weasel do you," sneers Draco apparently able to read minds.

"HOW DARE YOU CALL RONNIE DARLING A DIRTY FACED WEASEL!!!"

Draco just raises his eyebrows calmly despite the fact that Elanor has turned into an furious dragon.

"And for your information, no I do not have a crush lasting over 1 and three quarters of a decade on darling dear Ronnie with the cutest red hair." As you can see, Elanor is not good at denying things.

"Yeah right, you couldn't fool a flobberworm." Draco sarcastically taunts.

"Bet a flobber- whatever- you-call- it could tear up all your questions and make you stay here with me forever," Elanor replies with a positively evil glint in her eye.

Draco loses his calm evil Slytherin look... well okay... he lost it just for one second.

"Don't you dare muggle, insolent muggle." Draco calmly replies.

"Even Tom Riddle would have been better than you. Why am I stuck with a smarty pants Slytherin? Oh Why?" Elanor bangs her head on the wall in frustration.

Bang

"Tom."

Bang

"Riddle."

Bang

"Ouch! My poor head."

"My poor crazy Elanor," Draco mutters.

Elanor forgets about her head in an instant.

"How dare you! As I was about to say, even Tom Riddle is cuter than you."

"What!" Draco exclaims, getting positively worried.

"That is not possible, I am the hottest, most richest and most wanted boy in the whole wide world and Potter is ugly."

"Potter is every girls dream actually. You wouldn't know. You're not a girl."

Elanor has become a very good liar all of a sudden. Potter is actually not every girl's dream, just 99.99999999% percent of theirs.

A letter suddenly flutters out.

"What's that?" Draco asks, "Another stupid useless muggle invention?"

"No, it's your first review." Elanor reluctantly hand Draco his letter.

"YES! 99 MORE TO GO! MUHAHAHA!!!"

The first letter:

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Hey Draco!!

I'm a fourth year Ravenclaw, Candy. I have a crazy roommate who will not leave me alone!!

HELP!!!

How can I get Percy Weasley to get to like me?

Candy

P.S I'm Tom Riddle's cousin.

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Draco's reply:

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Dear Candy (shudders at the name)

You are an imposter. Ha ha! All death eaters know all our Master's relations down to his third cousin twice removed's stepfather's nephew. So there you go imposter. For one moment, I thought that my prayers (if I had any) had been answered and that Master was coming to rescue me but you Ravenclaw had to let my hopes down.

And besides, Riddles are not named Candy or any other sweet sugary names (shudder shudder).

Just because you are in Ravenclaw doesn't mean you can fool me. (Sticks tongue out at letter)

I am the best person and pureblood in the whole wide world.

May I ask if you are a mudblood or simply a Riddle wannabe?

If you are a Riddle wannabe, just join our dark legions FOR YOUR MIND'S SAKE!!!

Oh yes, where was I, these muggle pencils are just useless compare to my 50 galleon each golden quill.

If you have a room mate that is bugging you, just kill him/ her and then frame your neighbour's cat. It always works for me. (Muhahahaha) Or just tell the person that you have a problem with him/ her and try to work things out. If things don't work out, some unforgivable curses are very useful to learn right now.

Muhahahahaha.

As for that Weatherby dirty faced Weasel, please let me recommend you to the nearest hospital to get your head checked.

Yours evilly and hatefully,

Draco Malfoy the owner-to-be of the Malfoy mansion and a large and wealthy inheritance, so there!

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No sooner had Draco finished this letter, Elanor starts trying to punch him in the face.

"Ahhh, I hate you Draco. The Weasley's are not dirty faced and they are the best and you are not and you shouldn't kill your roommates, just paralyse them for good! Everyone knows that!"

Unfortunately, Elanor does not realise that Draco fights back equally fierce.

"Well you Elanor, muggle head captured me in the first place."

"It was the cloud of smoke I tell you!"

And so goes the fight until both are two exhausted to do anything else except lie on the couch watching 'JAG' and eating a couple of mouldy chocolate frogs Elanor found in Draco's pocket.

Meanwhile, a cloud of smoke is sighing in the background.

"They always end up blaming me. I'm just a cloud of smoke!"