Chapter Six
Well, it's almost Christmas break, and Harry, Ron, Draco, Hermione, and Ginny have all been pestering me with what they should take. Would you believe Draco had never heard of a wife-beater? Honestly, male wizards . . .
Well, after the Quidditch match (the 2nd one, against Ravenclaw), Cho Chang has been annoying as hell. She's always following the Gryffindors around, trying to corner Harry. Ginny's less than pleased. She was really worried on the day of the game, but I think that Harry proved he cared about her, not Cho Chang. It was hilarious, when I walked into the Great Hall to find Harry yelling at Cho. I think the best part was when he said something about how if he ever saw her following again, he would somehow blow her into a thousand little pieces. I think he got two weeks detention.
Ron is getting on my nerves. He has to like Hermione. Why will he refuse to admit it? I mean, it's obvious that Fred is with Alicia, and George with Katie. Ginny and Harry, also. It's not a Weasley genetic trait.
Well, diary, I gotta go. We leave in about 2 hours for Hogsmeade, and I'll be meeting Grandma at the station.
Love,
Emma
Emma threw her diary into a trunk, then looked over at Hermione, who was biting her lip, quill in hand, and glancing quickly from book to parchment. She quickly scribbled something, then stood up.
"Em, have you started your Potions?" Hermione asked, grinning.
"No. Draco's great with Potions. He'll help. Besides, I don't worry about it. I'll work on it at home. And, when Derrick is being a jerk, I'll practice my Transfiguration skills," Emma said.
"Watch his girlfriend. Did you know her name?" Ginny asked. Emma shook her head, looking at the redhead who had just bounced into the room.
"Jeans and T-shirts, right?" Ginny checked. Emma nodded.
"And, just wear a sweater and jeans to the train station. I better run and tell the boys. I also I have to borrow Hedwig," Emma said, slipping on a pair of shoes, and running down the dormitory stairs and up the boys.
She knocked loudly on the boys, and a sleepy looking Dean Thomas opened it.
"You woke me up! Hey! You aren't allowed in!" he shouted as Emma pushed past him. Emma glanced disdainfully at the room.
"NEVILLE! SEAMUS! HARRY! RONALD! Everyone get up! Two hours before we leave Hogwarts!" she shouted. Everyone immediately sprung up, and fell out of beds.
"Seamus, do you usually wear boxers with leprechauns on them?" Emma asked, giggling. He blushed, and grabbed a pair of jeans from the floor. She rolled her eyes, then glared at Harry and Ron.
"Have you packed?" she asked. They both nodded. "Don't forget homework, you know that Hermione won't let you copy. Also, I probably won't have half of it right. Anyway, just wear sweaters and jeans today, okay? Harry, I need to write Draco really quickly, can I borrow Hedwig?" Emma asked. Harry nodded, handing her a piece of parchment and a quill.
Emma quickly wrote Draco telling him what to wear on the train, and to bring homework. She grinned, giving it to Hedwig.
"Tap really hard on the window, and bite Draco," she whispered. Hedwig hooted, and Emma grinned.
"Harry, Ron, I will see you soon," Emma said, running out and back into her room. She looked at her watch, still over an hour to go.
"Seamus has boxers with leprechauns," Emma said. Parvati looked up, blushing slightly. "Looks like Parvati already knew," she continued.
"No . . . I didn't Emma. I promise . . . It's just . . . he mentioned his mum got him some," she stuttered. Emma laughed.
"Were they cute?" Lavender asked.
"Not as cute as Dean without a shirt," Emma teased. Lavender started giggling, nodding.
"He's gone swimming in the lake, and he's quite adorable without his shirt," Lavender whispered back. Emma burst into peals of laughter, and they started talking about guys—or Hermione's lack of.
"Ron is so stupid. You'd think the git would like me. I mean, I've helped him so many times it isn't funny," Hermione seethed. "Plus . . . oh, he just makes me angry!" she shouted.
"Well, Hermione, you have a whole two weeks with him in Muggle America. Speaking of that, we really have to go," Emma said. Hermione and Emma grabbed their trunks, and the entire fifth year dorm made their way to Hogsmeade.
There, Emma and Hermione met up with Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Draco, all of whom immediately grabbed a cabin. They stayed there, idly talking about Quidditch tactics (everyone but Hermione jumped at this topic) and what they would be doing in America.
"Well, Mom obviously thinks that Brandon and I haven't hung out in a while. She tried to push us together a few summers ago—I love Brandon as a friend, he's just . . . yeah," Emma said, nodding quickly. Draco laughed quietly, putting an arm around her.
"Well, okay, a friend?" he asked. She nodded, "Just a friend."
"So, come on! Em, what do you do in Florida?" Ginny demanded.
"The beach. Sea World. Disney World. Daddy works at Disney World, so we get in free. I'll just sneak you guys in. You'll love it," Emma said, laughing. "Although, we'll have to stop at Gringotts and get you guys some Muggle money. There's a branch in Florida. I'll tell Mom we need to go," Emma said.
"We don't have the money," Ginny said, blushing.
"Don't worry, I can cover you two. We're rich, Daddy's some sort of CEO and Mom's some huge lawyer person," Emma dismissed. "How do you think we can fit you in our house?"
"You're rich?" Draco asked.
"By Muggle terms. I'm really a terribly spoiled brat, but that's beside the point. Anyway, I hate it, because most people act really weird. And, I know I sound like a baby calling Daddy Daddy, but it's always been like that," Emma said.
"So, what do we need money for?" Harry asked.
"Actually, we don't need to go to Gringotts, Mom and Daddy can pay. They don't spend nearly as much on me as they do on Derrick. Harry, food! And, souvenirs. I'm sure your father would love some interesting Muggle things," she said, glancing at Ginny.
"It's better not to get souvenirs. Dad gets a little . . . weird with Muggle things," Ginny said. Just then they pulled into the station, and they all unloaded their trunks. They found Emma's grandma, an old woman with blue hair piled on top of her hair.
"Hey Grandma. That's Draco, that's Harry, that's Hermione, that's Ron, and that's Ginny," Emma quickly introduced. Her grandma nodded, kissing her cheek. Emma grinned, but wiped her cheek after her grandma led her to the car, which luckily was a huge station wagon.
"So, Emma, how is school?" her grandma asked.
"Great. Hey, what do you know about Derrick's girlfriend?" she asked.
"She's apparently also a witch. Juliet, something . . . she was schooled at some school in America," said Grandma, before turning into a building. She got out.
"Well, dear, do kiss your parents for me," she said. Emma nodded, hauling her trunk up. Harry, Draco, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron did the same, before making their way up to her grandma's friend's house. Emma opened the door.
"Hey Lila," Emma said, grabbing a canister of Floo Powder. Lila waved.
"The address is 120 St. John's St., Orlando, Fl," Emma said. The group nodded, everyone quickly going. Emma landed on her back, covered in ashes.
"Here, let me take care of it," a strange voice said. Emma looked down to see herself in perfectly clean clothes. She looked up to see a girl with long brown hair and light gray eyes. She was wearing a T-shirt and jeans.
"I'm Juliet. I'm a witch," she said.
"Emma. Derrick, where are our parents?" she asked, staring at a boy who was taller than her and had the same dark brown hair. He grinned at his little sister, and pointed at the kitchen.
"Mom! We're home! I'm showing everyone to their rooms!" Emma yelled. She heard her mother faintly call an all right, before she steered everyone up the stairs in the main hallway. She walked down the hallway, noticing Derrick and Juliet had rooms next to one another. She looked at her room, then frowned.
"Okay, we'll either have to double up, or about two of you'll have to stay on the top floor," Emma said. Everyone looked uneasily at each other.
"I guess we could double up?" Ginny suggested. Emma frowned, her room, and three bedrooms.
"Okay, Ron and Harry, obviously," Emma said, pointing into a room. She gave Draco a room next to it, by himself.
"Gin, Hermione, who wants a separate room? Or, you two could share. I left the bedroom that has doors to lead into my room," Emma said.
"We'll share. Don't worry, Em," Hermione said, walking into the last empty room, leading Ginny in.
"Okay, unpack!" Emma shouted. They all started unpacking, in some silence. Emma could faintly hear laughter from Harry and Ron's room, but chose not to dwell upon it by turning on her stereo. She grinned as a familiar song came on.
Emma had finished unpacking quickly, and was sitting on her daybed. Her room was sky blue and had clouds painted on it. Her bedspread was also cloud print, and she had drawings that she had drawn over the years. Most were of flowers, although she had pictures of her friends, and imaginary characters in books.
Emma jumped up as "Waterfalls" by TLC came on. She started singing along, completely oblivious to anything else. Until she heard laughter.
"Em?" Draco asked, through laughter. She turned around, then blushed immediately. Harry, Ron, and Draco were lounging in the doorway, all smirking.
"Shut up. Breathe one word to anyone and you will die a slow and painful death," Emma hissed, before opening the door that led into Hermione and Ginny's room.
"Come on, girls. We're going to see my parents," Emma said, before pushing the boys out of her room, and meeting up with Hermione and Ginny. They all slowly walked down to the kitchen, where her mother was trying to bake. Emma nodded, perching on a stool by the island.
The kitchen was huge. White tiles, gleaming white appliances, an island in the middle that had a wood top and room for eight people to sit, and a small table.
"Hey, Mom," Emma said. Sarah Davis sat up, powder covering her red apron.
"Emma! I'm trying to bake a cake," she explained. Emma nodded, biting her lip.
"Why not get Martha?" she asked, referring to the cook/housekeeper. Sarah shrugged.
"I wanted to bake," she said, pouting. She immediately grinned, looking pointedly at the people sitting around Emma.
"That's Hermione Granger. She's in Gryffindor with me, top witch of the year," Emma said, grinning. Hermione blushed and muttered a hi to Sarah.
"That's Harry Potter. Famous—for defeating Voldemort, although he did come back, for being the star of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and basically for having half of Hogwarts crazy for him," Emma continued.
"Not true," Harry interrupted. "No one 'cept Gin likes me at Hogwarts," he finished. "Nice meeting you."
"Whatever. That's Ginny Weasley, Harry's girlfriend. She's the keeper for Gryffindor in Quidditch. That's her brother, Ron. Red hair tends to run in the family," Emma said. "He's a reserve chaser—quite good too," Emma said. They both politely said hi.
"That's Draco Malfoy. He's my boyfriend. He's in Slytherin—the Seeker on their Quidditch team. They aren't bad," Emma said, grinning. "He's a good Potions student."
"Less than glowing review," Draco muttered, before saying hello.
"Hi all! I'm Sarah Davis. Hope you like our home," she said. "Now, Emma, this afternoon I would like you to swim in the pool, or do things like that. No leaving the house, Brandon will come over after dinner," Sarah said sternly. Emma nodded.
"Yes Mother. I'm starting on my homework," Emma said, grinning.
"You're turning into Hermione," Ron said darkly. "We have two weeks."
"Yes, but those two weeks will be very busy. Oh, we do presents differently here. I'll tell you about it soon," Emma said. Hermione glanced at Emma, in confusion.
"I overheard you talking about a while ago," she said in explanation, before heading up to her room. The group followed her to her room, where they all started doing their homework—much to Ron's disliking.
"Okay, what about the Charms essay?" Emma asked, twirling a strand of long brown hair (which was back to straight. The perm had grown out, and Emma wouldn't let Lavender approach her hair with a wand). Draco glanced at her, then leaned over to look.
"Give descriptions of three Charms, and explain how they work? That's easy," he said.
"Yeah, maybe, I don't remember what is new and what I already knew," Emma said darkly. Draco grinned, placing a kiss on her forehead.
"Okay, we learned the Fire Charm, the Water Charm—" Hermione said, suddenly cut off.
"Which was because so many people were catching everything on fire that they needed the water to put it out," Harry interrupted, laughing slightly. Emma giggled also.
"And, we also learned the Memory Charm," she said, referring to the Charm that made everyone forget things. Emma nodded, and instantly started writing. Draco was stretched on the bed next to her, scribbling quickly.
"So, Em, how do you guys do presents?" Ginny asked.
"Well, on Christmas Eve, all of our presents must be underneath the tree in the living room. Christmas Eve, we'll open one present, and then . . . we go to bed. The next morning, we must wait for everyone to get up, and have the customary coffee in the kitchen, then we go and open the rest of presents," Emma said.
"Cool," Harry said. "It's a basic Muggle thing, though," he said. Emma nodded, finishing her Charms essay.
"Got DADA yet?" Hermione asked. Emma shook her head.
"I'm saving that for later. I can easily do an in depth report on vampires—I did the vampire essay for History of Magic months ago," she said, before standing up.
"Go change into T-shirts. Brandon should be over, and dinner's in half an hour," Emma instructed, watching the boys leave. She locked her door, then looked through her closet. She found a sparkly blue tube top, which she put on. Hermione and Ginny had gone back to their room, while she was changing.
Emma looked in the mirror, then yanked a brush through her hair. She brushed her hair, then pulled half of it up. She put on lip gloss, before walking down to the living room. She saw Juliet in there, talking with Derrick. Emma sat in a chair across from them.
"So, Emma, where do you go to school?" Juliet asked.
"Hogwarts. Where did you go?" Emma asked.
"Charleston—it's in Texas," Juliet said. "We learned most things that Hogwarts students did. We didn't have to worry about Voldemort here, though," Juliet said.
"Poor Harry," Emma mused. "He really does have to fight him—everyone expects him to kill him once and for all," she said.
"Yeah, sounds terrible," Juliet said, quickly dismissing Voldemort. That was lucky, because Harry and Ron appeared then, followed closely by Hermione and Ginny.
"Where is Draco?" Emma asked, biting her lip.
"Fixing his hair," Ron snorted.
"Not funny. I'm sure his hair is naturally like that," Emma replied.
"My hair is naturally like this," Draco said, appearing suddenly and sitting down by Emma. She grinned widely, taking his hand. He stroked her thumb, before looking over.
"Okay, everyone, that's Derrick, my insane and terrible older brother. That would be his girlfriend, Juliet. She's one of us," Emma said, looking at everyone. "Guys, this is Draco Malfoy. That's Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley is sitting basically on him, and that's Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley," Emma said. Juliet and Derrick looked everyone over, then said hello as the doorbell rang.
"Emma! Darling, get the door! It'll be Brandon!" Sarah shouted. Emma rolled her eyes but walked to the door and opened it to find a grinning Brandon.
"Em! You look unbelievable," he said, hugging her. Emma pulled back—the two years since she had seen him (she stayed over in England one summer, and her parents came to visit, the second summer he went off to stay with his cousin). Brandon had dark brown hair that was styled down and dark brown eyes.
"You don't look that bad, either, Brandon. Come on, you have to meet a few people," she said, leading him in by the hand. She looked at Draco, who was glaring at their joined hands.
"Brandon, my boyfriend Draco. He's a jerk," Emma said with a wide smile. Draco snorted, before glaring at their still-joined hands. Emma rolled her eyes, dropping Brandon's hand.
"That's Harry, that's Ginny, that's Ron, Gin's brother, that's Hermione. You know Derrick. That's his girlfriend, Juliet. Draco, come here," Emma said in one breath. Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny exchanged worried looks.
"Em—" Harry started.
"Harry Potter, shut up!" Emma said. Harry closed his mouth. Draco stood slowly, following her into the hallway.
"Emma, I don't want your stupid lectures," he muttered.
"Draco, I'm not letting you act like that. One, I know that you can be a good person. Two, he was one of my best friends. I want you to understand if I hold his hand, it means nothing. Brandon and I could have had something, but I didn't want it. I like you, Draco," Emma said, smiling at him.
"Why do you hold his hand?" Draco asked. Emma frowned, losing her grin. She slapped him across his face, then walked back into the living room and sat next to Hermione.
"Are you okay?" she asked. Emma rolled her eyes to the ceiling, which made Ginny and Hermione start giggling uncontrollably. The boys looked on, but Juliet grinned.
"What are you girls doing?" Brandon asked.
"We can read each other's facial expressions, Brandon. Don't ask," Emma said, standing up. Hermione, Ginny, and Juliet followed.
"Are you going to leave us alone?" Harry asked hopefully. Emma shook her head, looking at Ginny.
"Dinner!" Sarah yelled.
"We can predict the future," Hermione said eerily, leading the way into the kitchen. The girls sat down on one side, the guys on the other, Sara and her husband, Pierce, at the ends.
"Daddy, that's Draco, Harry, Ron, and that's Hermione and Ginny," Emma quickly introduced. Pierce nodded curtly as they all started eating dinner.
"So, Emma, how's school?" he asked formally.
"We'll talk later, Daddy," Emma said. He glanced up curiously, then noticed Brandon, and nodded.
"Which is your boyfriend?" he asked, glaring at the boys, who tried to hide.
"Draco. The blond, pointed chin, being a bastard," Emma said.
"Emma Katherine Davis!" Sarah admonished.
"Sorry, Mother," Emma said, throwing her fork down and glaring at Draco.
"Em—" he started.
"Shut up, Malfoy," Hermione cut in.
"You shut up, Granger!"
"Both of you shut up. It's been several months since this has happened. I'm tired of it. Yeah, you hate him. I get it, Hermione. Be nice. Draco, I'm royally pissed off at you, so don't say anything to any of my best friends," Emma said angrily.
Draco actually looked like he was going to apologize, but suddenly the lights went out and a high laughter was heard. Harry and Draco give gasps at the same time, as all of the girls screamed.
A/N: Okay, hope this is good (and I get a few more reviews this time). Um . . . I don't own anyone except Emma, Sarah, Pierce, and Derrick Davis, Juliet, and Brandon Johnson. The plot, also.
Krissy: Thanks for the review! This doesn't really feature Draco . . . and I'm not sure about the next part.