DISCLAIMER (I hate doing this)- See Chapter Three. I OWN LEMONY!!! SOUND FAMILIAR? HEHEHEHEHE!!!! You'll never find out my sources!!!!BWA HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

That is all, all, all ***

CHAPTER FOUR~ ***

"What do you want?" Draco asked politely, but in a peeved way.

"Nothing much," The professor said (hehehe all that suspense for nothing!!!hehehe me evil!) "It's just that I offer to give you another chance, because at this current moment, you have received an "F". If grading scales could go any worse, you would have a "Z". So I suggest take it or leave it. I understand that you are from a prestige family and wish to do no more harm to your status."

"If you could do more harm," was what Draco wanted to say but instead said, "I accept your offer." Draco sounded calm, but he was shocked and appalled. It was impossible for him to receive a failing grade! He came from a pure blood line.etc.

The bell rang; meaning class was to begin again. The professor left leaving Draco alone. Now that he was given a clean slate, he shouldn't/can't ruin it. Draco solemnly walked back to class with hands in his pockets, head down and sullenly kicking rocks that were in his way.

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At long lasts, the bus stopped and Draco was once again "home". Although he didn't relish it, it was someplace of shelter and filled with food. Draco stepped into the empty house disappointed. He was hoping Mrs. Fake could fix up something for him. He found a note on the muggle appliance that stores food and produces ice (refrigerator!). The note read, "Draky- kins! How was school? Well, your father and I will be working late today dear. You may order pizza for supper. Enjoy! Here is the phone number: 248- 6027 (readers, don't call.they are random numbers. Er.I mean.I know what you did last summer! MWA HAHAHAAHAHAH!!! Um.continue on w/ the story). We have left you a sufficient amount of money." Pinned below the note were a few Euros.

Draco had no idea what was a phone let alone phone number. He knew it must be something with numbers. The first thing he saw was the microwave (did you know microwaves really had MACRO waves? J/k) He punched in the numbers, but it couldn't fit 7 digits. So he went to another muggle appliance. He searched in the living room and found the remote control, he, again, punched in the numbers and resulted with nothing. He searched everywhere and decided to use what muggles called, "dictionaries". Muggle studies actually helped for once. He searched under "phone" and found diagram of a telephone. "I'M A GENIUS!!" Draco thought.

He turned the house up-side-down and finally found what he was searching for: the brilliant phone which would be the link to the loot. He picked up the cradle and punched in the numbers. For a while, all he could hear was the dial tone. "BRINNNG!" The phone screamed and he dropped it. Was that a banshee? "Hallo! Big Bob's Pizza, how can I help you?" a voice asked from the round thingy on the crudely banana shaped device. Gingerly, Draco picked up the phone and put it next to his ear. "Oh, yah. Hi. Do you sell pizzas?" Draco questioned. (And no, he didn't yell like Ron. He heard Mrs. Fake do it once.)

"Um. Yes, sir! That is why we are called Big Bob's Pizza!"

"Well, what exactly IS a pizza?"

"It's food.it's round, it has cheese."

"How do you expect to sell ANYTHING if you don't even know what the product is?!?!"

"Dude, chill. Most people know--, never mind. You want to talk to the manager?"

"Muggles," Draco said under his breath. "YES I WOULD!!!" Draco was exasperated.

After a few moments pause. Draco heard someone on the other line. "Big Bob's---"

"Yes I know your pizza, what ever that is, place is called 'Big Bob's Pizza'. Tell me, what is a pizza. Tell me in detail, or." Draco was going to say, "Blast you with my wand" but he couldn't risk it. He just ended with, "else." (I know, I know.lame^1029474653..sorry! I'm hungry and not awake!)

Sigh. The manager got out a pocket dictionary and looked it up. "'Pizza'," he read in a monotone voice, "'is a baked pie of Italian origin consisting of a shallow breadlike crust covered with seasoned tomato sauce, cheese, and often other toppings, such as sausage or olives' you got that?"

"Thank you," Draco said in his sarcastic way. "I would like what you described.with the sausage and olives."

"What size?"

"A large medium. I'm famished!"

"Um..," sweat drops from his forehead. The manager never had such an abnormal customer before, "sure, that will be (???)£10.00.

"Where do I get this pizza?"

"It will be delivered sir."

"By owls?"

"Kid, are you okay."

"Yes, I'm alright."

"Well, the delivery boy will be there shortly, if the pizza is cold you'll get a refund. Bye."

"Wait, how do you know where I live?"

"Phone line, kid."

"You spy on me, I'll take this to court."

The manager was exasperated. "Fine, kid. What's your phone number?"

"What's YOUR phone number? How am I to know MY phone number??? From the beginning of the day I didn't know what that was!!!"

"That's why we use the phone line."

"Bye! And never call back!" With that, Draco slammed the banana-like object back into its cradle.

"Muggles," Draco thought as he plopped into a sofa in the den. "Muggles," he whispered under his breath.

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The end of this chapter.

I can't think of anything interesting. I have been helping my sister (silverquill) write her hp fic (Dear Diary) I gave her most of the ideas. I wasted my brain power on her!

Better chapter coming soon! -prancing