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A/N: I am so sorry that I haven't updated in such a huge period of time - I have had major writers block with it. (any suggestions will be greatly appreciated)
Thank you to everyone that reviewed
Muggle Experience Chapter 8!!!!!
The bell signalling the end of the day rang out and the three wizards headed out. Their prank had them in stitches all day. The 'drunkenness' was the talk of the school and everyone else from the class were telling excited (but not very realistic) stories of what had occurred, ranging from the slightly exaggerated (they were drinking out of cans of Lager) to the So - exaggerated - it - is - hardly - recognisable -as - the - same - story (they were all high on drugs, had knives and were actually involved in a lord of the rings style gang warfare).
As they walked up the street Harry felt as though a lead weight had settled in his stomach. That night Vernon would go to collect Dudley. Ron was trying valiantly to cheer him up
"We could always write to Gred and Forge for more of those ton tongue toffees."
"He's stupid, but not stupid enough to eat the sweets from a wizard again." Harry said scornfully
"Well why don't you curse him?" Draco said with a bite of impatience.
"The Dursleys would kill us!" Harry replied
"Huh. Like to see them try." Draco responded
Just as they were about to turn into Privet Drive, Harry stopped dead. "I don't want to go back yet. We have a football. Park anyone?"
"Ok" Draco replied rather mildly, and Ron took the leather ball out of his bag and proceeded to carry it as though it was some kind of trophy.
Once they got to the large field, Harry used his jumper and bag as goal posts.
"Ron, Give me yours too so we can have an opposing goal."
They placed them on the floor parallel to Harry's.
"Right, the rules are basic. Two teams, goalkeeper on each. The other six players on each team have to either score goals or help to defend their own."
"Right."
Draco snorted and sat down. "There's only three of us Potter, how the hell are we supposed to play a game?!"
"if I show you the basics of dribbling, passing and stuff then maybe next time we can find some others to join us."
"Fine! But I'm playing on the other team."
"Wearing green as well?" Harry replied bitingly, annoyed at the blonde's persistent attitude problem.
"Ok. Malfoy. I want you to stand in goal. Your objective is to stop the ball passing between the jumper and the bag. Ron and I will take turns kicking the ball at you."
"Can we pick it up and throw?" Ron asked
"No. That's why it's called FOOTball."
"Only asking." Ron muttered, offended
"Sorry."
"Can I touch it with my hands?" Draco asked
"yes"
For about an hour and a half the boys played, taking turns in different positions, then practicing passing. When they finally decided to leave they were all red in the face and puffed out. Harry glanced at his watch, and his eyes widened.
"Dudley'll be back in a minute. We've got to get back before everything you hold dear is trashed."
The three wizards ran back towards the Dursley house at a sprint.
Upon reaching number 4 they noticed Uncle Vernon and an extremely large boy enter the house. Breaking into a run they reached the door before it was closed. Dudley turned to see who had entered behind him and his jaw fell open.
"What's HE doing here?!"
"The boy's freaky school has thrown him and those other two out for a few months to see how 'normal' people live. We are being paid to take them in."
Dudley glared at Harry then went slightly pale at the sight of Ron. Holding his hand over his mouth, Dudley ran up the stairs, causing the whole house to shake. Vernon and Petunia snapped something to the three wizards about getting on with the decorating and they stormed into the kitchen.
"Harry, I have to say that you're entire family are the most strange people I've ever met." Ron said shaking his head in wonderment.
"What was the mouth thing about?" Draco said looking sickened at the whole situation.
"He's afraid Ron's going to poison him like his brothers did I expect."
"It would be understandable, I hear that given the right muggles, muggle torture can be quite entertaining. If you ever want them assassinated, just let me know. I could put you in with the right people - for a fee." Draco said in a false kind voice before leading the way into the living room.
Ron looked torn between amusement and anger. Harry on the other hand kept a mental note of the offer and followed the other two into the half decorated room, pretending he wasn't tempted by it.
Dinner that evening was a tense affair. Everyone at the table had a minuscule portion of chicken served with salad. Dudley, upon returning to Smeltings had been told that he had to continue on the diet.
Harry poked at a slice of tomato with his fork, while Dudley kept up a running commentary about how popular he was and about how much his teachers adored him.
Draco dropped his fork with a clatter after about 5 minutes of the meal and seemed to be waiting for a pause in Dudley's speech.
"Ahem!" He said loudly, earning him a glare from the muggles.
"What! Diddy was talking weren't you?" Dudley nodded, smirking at Draco
"I wondered what we are having for the main course." Draco said.
"That was the main course. We are on a diet. Continue Diddy - Whatever did Mr Fletcher do next?" Petunia said through clenched teeth.
Draco sat there shocked. These muggles grew ruder by the day! "Why are we on a diet?"
"Because we want to loose weight." Vernon snapped.
"I don't." Draco replied forcefully, "and this is an unacceptable meal."
Vernon's face began to turn purple. Harry stamped anxiously on Draco's foot.
"Keep out of this Potter! Look - Dumbledore is paying you a large sum of money for this and so far you have treated us with none of the respect that our kind deserve, forced us to redesign your front room, and now you starve us!"
Harry edged slowly away. Ron close behind him. Vernon looked fit to explode. He raised his fist.
Harry was about to shout something along the lines of "Nooooooooooooooooooo" but his aunt beat him to it.
"No Vernon! We agreed to take the brats in. Just ignore them!" Vernon sat down heavily in his seat - panting slightly. Grabbing Draco by the back of his jumper , Harry dragged Draco from the room and up the stairs.
"You idiot!" Harry shouted.
"You're just jealous, because unlike you I don't just sit back and take it!"
"I don't!"
Draco slumped onto Harry's bed and grabbed a handful of sweets from his schoolbag.
Ron joined him. "Isn't there something - magical we can do about this?"
Harry sighed and sat down on the camp bed. "Doubt it."
"Well I'm not going to sleep till I think of something because this is unacceptable!"
Draco flung the lid of his trunk open and began throwing books at Harry and Ron. "You two are going to help me!"
Feeling slightly winded now that he had been struck in the chest with a charms textbook he puffed "We - can't - hex - the - Dursley's!"
"Why not?" Ron asked "I've had enough of watching them treat you like scum!"
Ron began flicking through the book from Draco about revenge curses - grinning evilly at a page about spontaneous muggle combustion.
Draco opened his book on the Dark arts 'Recommended by Durmstrang!'.
Looking between his best friend and the boy that he thought he hated he sighed again - this time in resignation. "Fine but if they find out and throw me out you two have to buy me a house!"
"Whatever Potter."
Harry opened his book and began reading. 'Hmm..' Harry thought 'shrinking charms - maybe that's work for Dudley and Uncle Vernon..' He folded down the corner of the page.
"Oi!" Draco shouted, snatching the book from Harry and straightening the pages out carefully. "This is a first edition!"
"It's just a book," Harry said
"Go read your own!"
As Harry felt far too lazy to get off the bed to go to his trunk he lay down and was soon sleeping.
"Let's hex him while he's asleep." Draco suggested, "Turn him green!"
"Don't even think about it!" Ron replied, taking his own wand out just in case.
At three am, Harry was snapped out of a dream being crushed by a giant football by a shout of "Eureka!" from Malfoy
"Huh?" Harry said sleepily.
"I've got the perfect thing! But by the grades you two seem to get in potions I think you'll have to leave this to me." Draco said
"What is it?" Ron asked trying to see what Draco was reading
"You'll find out tomorrow. I am going to make the three muggles a 'sorry' cup of coffee in the morning. You'll see then. Now go back to sleep. I need to concentrate"
"Why don't you go off the cupboard then?" Harry asked "nobody will disturb you there."
Nodding Draco grabbed some stuff from his trunk and left the room.
"Wow. I didn't think he'd actually go!" Harry said flopping back onto the pillows.
"You don't think he's going to hurt them do you?" Ron asked
"No. both of us know that he's going to add potion to their coffee. He's not stupid. Too many witnesses."
"Yeah. he's too Slytherin for that." Ron replied.
A look of great distain plastered on his face Ron laid on the other bed and the two Griffindors fell asleep.
A/N: I am so sorry that I haven't updated in such a huge period of time - I have had major writers block with it. (any suggestions will be greatly appreciated)
Thank you to everyone that reviewed
Muggle Experience Chapter 8!!!!!
The bell signalling the end of the day rang out and the three wizards headed out. Their prank had them in stitches all day. The 'drunkenness' was the talk of the school and everyone else from the class were telling excited (but not very realistic) stories of what had occurred, ranging from the slightly exaggerated (they were drinking out of cans of Lager) to the So - exaggerated - it - is - hardly - recognisable -as - the - same - story (they were all high on drugs, had knives and were actually involved in a lord of the rings style gang warfare).
As they walked up the street Harry felt as though a lead weight had settled in his stomach. That night Vernon would go to collect Dudley. Ron was trying valiantly to cheer him up
"We could always write to Gred and Forge for more of those ton tongue toffees."
"He's stupid, but not stupid enough to eat the sweets from a wizard again." Harry said scornfully
"Well why don't you curse him?" Draco said with a bite of impatience.
"The Dursleys would kill us!" Harry replied
"Huh. Like to see them try." Draco responded
Just as they were about to turn into Privet Drive, Harry stopped dead. "I don't want to go back yet. We have a football. Park anyone?"
"Ok" Draco replied rather mildly, and Ron took the leather ball out of his bag and proceeded to carry it as though it was some kind of trophy.
Once they got to the large field, Harry used his jumper and bag as goal posts.
"Ron, Give me yours too so we can have an opposing goal."
They placed them on the floor parallel to Harry's.
"Right, the rules are basic. Two teams, goalkeeper on each. The other six players on each team have to either score goals or help to defend their own."
"Right."
Draco snorted and sat down. "There's only three of us Potter, how the hell are we supposed to play a game?!"
"if I show you the basics of dribbling, passing and stuff then maybe next time we can find some others to join us."
"Fine! But I'm playing on the other team."
"Wearing green as well?" Harry replied bitingly, annoyed at the blonde's persistent attitude problem.
"Ok. Malfoy. I want you to stand in goal. Your objective is to stop the ball passing between the jumper and the bag. Ron and I will take turns kicking the ball at you."
"Can we pick it up and throw?" Ron asked
"No. That's why it's called FOOTball."
"Only asking." Ron muttered, offended
"Sorry."
"Can I touch it with my hands?" Draco asked
"yes"
For about an hour and a half the boys played, taking turns in different positions, then practicing passing. When they finally decided to leave they were all red in the face and puffed out. Harry glanced at his watch, and his eyes widened.
"Dudley'll be back in a minute. We've got to get back before everything you hold dear is trashed."
The three wizards ran back towards the Dursley house at a sprint.
Upon reaching number 4 they noticed Uncle Vernon and an extremely large boy enter the house. Breaking into a run they reached the door before it was closed. Dudley turned to see who had entered behind him and his jaw fell open.
"What's HE doing here?!"
"The boy's freaky school has thrown him and those other two out for a few months to see how 'normal' people live. We are being paid to take them in."
Dudley glared at Harry then went slightly pale at the sight of Ron. Holding his hand over his mouth, Dudley ran up the stairs, causing the whole house to shake. Vernon and Petunia snapped something to the three wizards about getting on with the decorating and they stormed into the kitchen.
"Harry, I have to say that you're entire family are the most strange people I've ever met." Ron said shaking his head in wonderment.
"What was the mouth thing about?" Draco said looking sickened at the whole situation.
"He's afraid Ron's going to poison him like his brothers did I expect."
"It would be understandable, I hear that given the right muggles, muggle torture can be quite entertaining. If you ever want them assassinated, just let me know. I could put you in with the right people - for a fee." Draco said in a false kind voice before leading the way into the living room.
Ron looked torn between amusement and anger. Harry on the other hand kept a mental note of the offer and followed the other two into the half decorated room, pretending he wasn't tempted by it.
Dinner that evening was a tense affair. Everyone at the table had a minuscule portion of chicken served with salad. Dudley, upon returning to Smeltings had been told that he had to continue on the diet.
Harry poked at a slice of tomato with his fork, while Dudley kept up a running commentary about how popular he was and about how much his teachers adored him.
Draco dropped his fork with a clatter after about 5 minutes of the meal and seemed to be waiting for a pause in Dudley's speech.
"Ahem!" He said loudly, earning him a glare from the muggles.
"What! Diddy was talking weren't you?" Dudley nodded, smirking at Draco
"I wondered what we are having for the main course." Draco said.
"That was the main course. We are on a diet. Continue Diddy - Whatever did Mr Fletcher do next?" Petunia said through clenched teeth.
Draco sat there shocked. These muggles grew ruder by the day! "Why are we on a diet?"
"Because we want to loose weight." Vernon snapped.
"I don't." Draco replied forcefully, "and this is an unacceptable meal."
Vernon's face began to turn purple. Harry stamped anxiously on Draco's foot.
"Keep out of this Potter! Look - Dumbledore is paying you a large sum of money for this and so far you have treated us with none of the respect that our kind deserve, forced us to redesign your front room, and now you starve us!"
Harry edged slowly away. Ron close behind him. Vernon looked fit to explode. He raised his fist.
Harry was about to shout something along the lines of "Nooooooooooooooooooo" but his aunt beat him to it.
"No Vernon! We agreed to take the brats in. Just ignore them!" Vernon sat down heavily in his seat - panting slightly. Grabbing Draco by the back of his jumper , Harry dragged Draco from the room and up the stairs.
"You idiot!" Harry shouted.
"You're just jealous, because unlike you I don't just sit back and take it!"
"I don't!"
Draco slumped onto Harry's bed and grabbed a handful of sweets from his schoolbag.
Ron joined him. "Isn't there something - magical we can do about this?"
Harry sighed and sat down on the camp bed. "Doubt it."
"Well I'm not going to sleep till I think of something because this is unacceptable!"
Draco flung the lid of his trunk open and began throwing books at Harry and Ron. "You two are going to help me!"
Feeling slightly winded now that he had been struck in the chest with a charms textbook he puffed "We - can't - hex - the - Dursley's!"
"Why not?" Ron asked "I've had enough of watching them treat you like scum!"
Ron began flicking through the book from Draco about revenge curses - grinning evilly at a page about spontaneous muggle combustion.
Draco opened his book on the Dark arts 'Recommended by Durmstrang!'.
Looking between his best friend and the boy that he thought he hated he sighed again - this time in resignation. "Fine but if they find out and throw me out you two have to buy me a house!"
"Whatever Potter."
Harry opened his book and began reading. 'Hmm..' Harry thought 'shrinking charms - maybe that's work for Dudley and Uncle Vernon..' He folded down the corner of the page.
"Oi!" Draco shouted, snatching the book from Harry and straightening the pages out carefully. "This is a first edition!"
"It's just a book," Harry said
"Go read your own!"
As Harry felt far too lazy to get off the bed to go to his trunk he lay down and was soon sleeping.
"Let's hex him while he's asleep." Draco suggested, "Turn him green!"
"Don't even think about it!" Ron replied, taking his own wand out just in case.
At three am, Harry was snapped out of a dream being crushed by a giant football by a shout of "Eureka!" from Malfoy
"Huh?" Harry said sleepily.
"I've got the perfect thing! But by the grades you two seem to get in potions I think you'll have to leave this to me." Draco said
"What is it?" Ron asked trying to see what Draco was reading
"You'll find out tomorrow. I am going to make the three muggles a 'sorry' cup of coffee in the morning. You'll see then. Now go back to sleep. I need to concentrate"
"Why don't you go off the cupboard then?" Harry asked "nobody will disturb you there."
Nodding Draco grabbed some stuff from his trunk and left the room.
"Wow. I didn't think he'd actually go!" Harry said flopping back onto the pillows.
"You don't think he's going to hurt them do you?" Ron asked
"No. both of us know that he's going to add potion to their coffee. He's not stupid. Too many witnesses."
"Yeah. he's too Slytherin for that." Ron replied.
A look of great distain plastered on his face Ron laid on the other bed and the two Griffindors fell asleep.