August 12th 1995
7am
"Malfoy, hurry up!"
"I'm hurrying!" Draco seethed as he slipped into clean clothes, and fairly ran into the hallway after Harry. The two of them scrambled down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"You're bloody late!" Harry repeated. Draco scowled. "Eat, then go!" Harry said.
Draco grabbed three slices of bread out of the bread bin and sat down next to Harry. "Why don't I just take it upstairs?"
"Because!"
Draco knew better than to argue. He was halfway through his last slice when Fred sauntered into the room.
Draco dove under the table, and pressed himself against Harry's legs as Fred pulled out a chair and sat down opposite. "Morning, Harry. Early, aren't you?"
Harry mumbled something about being hungry. Fred got up, and somehow managed to kick Draco in the ribs. Draco stifled a yelp, but that wasn't enough.
"What was that?" asked Fred.
"What?" responded Harry, smiling brightly.
"I kicked something under the table." Fred started bending down to look.
"Oh!" cried Harry, much too loudly. "That was me. Don't bother. It didn't hurt." Thankfully, Fred was satisfied with this. Now the problem was how to get Draco back upstairs.
Harry moved into the kitchen with Fred, pointed out of the window, exclaiming, "Look at that!"
While Fred looked, Draco wriggled out from under the table and pelted up the stairs - to run full tilt into George.
"What the…"
Draco didn't even pause. He bolted into Ron's room and slammed the door. When George knocked, Ron opened it.
"I saw Malfoy!"
"Who?"
"Malfoy!"
Ron laughed, too loudly. "Why would he be here?"
"I don't know! But he's here!"
Ron said, "You really think so? 'Cause I think someone had a little too much to drink last night."
"Are you off your rocker?! He ran straight into your bedroom!"
"If you're so sure, see for yourself," answered Ron, letting the door swing open.
George glanced around the room. No Draco. He checked in and under the bed. No Draco. He looked in, behind and under the cupboard. He even looked in the chest of drawers. No Draco.
When he finally left, disgruntled, Ron went back into the room and locked the door. He turned to the cupboard. "Need help?"
Draco looked down from his place on top of the cupboard. "Yes, please." Before Ron could say anything else, Draco was falling … right onto him! Ron fell under his weight, and lay there with Draco effectively sitting on his lap.
"Thanks for breaking my fall," Draco said, and kissed him on the forehead. Then he stood up and rushed out of the door. Ron stared. As an afterthought, he wiped his forehead with an "Eew."
Draco closed the door to Ginny's room a microsecond before George raced up the stairs, shouting, "I forgot to look on top of the cupboard!"
Ginny squealed as Draco entered to find her clad in only a pair of jeans and a bra. (She'd been picking out a top to wear.) "Looking good, Ginny," he said breathlessly as sat on the end of her bed.
"What are you doing?" she shrieked, in her anger forgetting about her state of undress. He shushed her with a finger across her lips.
"Shh!" he said unnecessarily, getting in very close. "Your brother is looking for me!"
"And is that any reason to come barging in here?" she demanded. Then suddenly remembered what she was wearing… or not wearing. "Argh!"
They could hear George pounding about in Ron's room, still seeking Draco.
"Get out!" Ginny hissed.
Draco smiled condescendingly, and patted her head. "Wait until he's gone."
"Now!"
"Patience, Ginny."
"What happened to 'Weasley'?"
"Well," Draco explained, "There are too many Weasleys. It got confusing. This way, you can be Ginny, and darling Ronald can be the original Weasley."
Ginny whipped a shirt out of the closet and pulled it on. "He's gone! Get out!" she said agitatedly.
Draco paused, listened, then bent his head and kissed her briefly on the lips. "Forgive the cliché, but you're so cute when you're angry," he said. "Come visit me sometime." Then the door swung and he was gone.
She stood in disbelief, and wondered what the world was coming to, if a Weasley could honestly think that a Malfoy was damn fine.
--End Chapter Seven--
Reader responses (I really appreciate your feedback!)
Gwen - *Will* it be slash, do I think? Well, (and here I borrow my own quote) You never can tell, with me. ;) Keep reading!
wolf and princess - That's always an option. Watch this space!
Juliana Black - Very technical question. If you're reading this, it's highlight the text, on the menu click Format, Font, then check Strikethrough. This is in MS Word, by the way.
JediGinny - I definitely agree. But since, they're all 15 or younger, I don't think it would be PC for them to be jumping into bed anytime within the next 2 or 3 years…
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