Walking With Gryffindors
A Visit From The Parents: Chapter Three
Draco rolled over in the small bed and mumbled into the sheets. He heard heels clicking to his left, but he ignored it and began to drift back to sleep. But the sudden sunlight in the room caused him to jump up.
"Time to wake, Draco. It's lunch time." Madame Pomfrey set down a tray of food on his bed. Draco rubbed his eyes yawned. His hair was poking up in several places and anyone who saw him at this moment would mistake him as Harry Potter with blond hair.
"What?" Draco yawned and looked at a clock on a nearby wall. "It's only been a couple of hours since I've fallen asleep? I feel as though I've been sleeping all day long! Hmmm.. I am hungry, though." Draco grabbed bread from the tray. But then he heard the nurse laughing again. That laugh that he believed he would never be able to forget.
"Draco, dear. You'd been sleeping for thirty hours straight. Odd how that potion had an effect on you." She began to laugh again.
"Thirty hours? Thirty? Merlin!" Draco's eyes had grown to twice their normal size, but soon he settled down and grinned. "I'm sure it's done wonders on my flawless complexion. You know, sleep makes you beautiful, and I'm one handsome devil already. I really should do that more often." He leaned back in the bed and smirked like his own self again.
"Oh my, Draco! You are acting oddly out of character today. In fact, you reminded me of that Harry Potter for a second." Madame Pomfrey bit on her lip, contemplating whether to keep him longer. She decided against it.
But Draco lifted his eyebrow at this. 'Harry Potter? From what I've seen so far, Harry Potter is a Slytherin git. Hmm... That's how the Golden Trio used to describe me. So that means I've switched lives with the Boy- Who-Lived. I'm supposed to be a goody-goody trouble maker who gets away with everything? Not bad.'
"Draco?" Madame Pomfrey was trying to get his attention by waving her hand in front of his face. He looked up and waited for her to speak.
"Yes?" He was getting impatient, but tried not to show it. 'Are Gryffindors aloud to be impatient?'
"Your parents are waiting to visit you. They're sitting outside of the infirmary. Hurry and finish your lunch so they can see you." Madame Pomfrey tapped her foot and watched as he set down his pumpkin juice. She grabbed his tray and went to set it down at a counter top.
"My parents? Bugger." He rolled his eyes as Madame Pomfrey opened the door for them. His parents stepped into the large infirmary and walked over to his bed.
But there was something different about them. A normal person wouldn't have been able to point it out, but Draco had lived with these people all his life, and he could definitely tell you what was different.
"Draco, my son!" Narcissa engulfed Draco in a choking hug, patting his hair down as she rocked him in her arms. Normal sixteen-year-olds would have yelled about not being a baby anymore, but not Draco. He felt as though he were paralyzed. He was completely shocked and wasn't even able to reply. When his mother let go to see him better, Draco pointed out to himself that she was smiling. His mother never smiled. And she was wearing a muggle summer dress and hat. She would never dare wear muggle apparel.
"Mother? You-you know my name!" He broke out in a grin. A true smile that he had never given his parents before the incident. It was odd how the smallest things could make him smile. But his mother had never called him by his first name before.
His mother knitted her eyebrows together and pulled Draco towards her today. She began stroking his untamed hair.
"My poor son. What has happened to you? Do you not remember us? I hope you're well soon." She laid her head on his and pouted at the thought of her son's condition. The sun gleamed brightly upon Narcissa's platinum blonde hair as she took off her hat and placed it on Draco's night stand.
Draco turned towards his father and also noticed the grin plastered upon his face. It looked a little odd. The only times Draco saw his father smile was when he headed off to Hogwarts for school. Draco also noticed his father's attire. He too was wearing muggle clothing. He had a pair of black trousers and white shirt on.
"Draco. I agree with your mother. I hope you're well soon." His father patted him on the back and held out his hand. Draco looked at it in confusion before taking it. His father pulled him out of the bed and onto his feet. Draco wobbled for a second, but his father steadied him.
"Come over here. We'll play some chess. It can't be too exciting sitting in the Hospital Wing by yourself, can it?" His father pulled two chairs up to a table.
"No, it's not. But-Father?" He was a little curious about his parents.
"Yes, Draco?" His father answered while setting up a chess set.
"Why are you and mother wearing all that?" He turned to look at his mother who was rearranging a vase of flowers in the corner.
"Oh, this!" He heard his parents laughing. It was odd hearing this much laughter. The only time he had heard this much laughter was when the Gryffindors were talking about their win over Slytherin in quidditch. But it wasn't the only odd thing. It was the way his parents laughed. How embarrassing! (Think Betty & Barney Rubble)
"I love those dresses muggles have. Besides, it's been quite a fashion lately, these muggle dresses have been." His mother twirled around, modeling her new dress to him. He smiled and nodded. 'Boy. I like this. I want Potter's life permanently. I don't think I'd be able to go back to my old life. Not ever.' He thought to himself.
"Excuse me." Draco turned around in his seat to see two girls standing in the doorway. Hermione Granger and Blaise Zabini.
"Hello, Hermione!" His mother ran up and greeted Hermione with a hug. His father gave a wave to her and moved his bishop.
"What a nice dress, Mrs. Malfoy. Yes, very stylish indeed. But have you seen Madame Pomfrey? Blaise here hurt her ankle in Potions class." She pointed to Blaise's swelling ankle.
Just then, Madame Pomfrey appeared from her office, coming to aide Blaise.
"Well, I've got to get back to class. It's good seeing you two again. I mean, I only see you once every summer. Goodbye, Narcissa, Lucius." She waved to them both and they waved back. 'My parents and Hermione are friendly towards each other?' He shrugged and turned back to his game of chess with his father. In the corner of his eye, he could see Madame Pomfrey escorting Blaise Zabini to a bed near his. His mother pulled up a chair next to him.
"So, how long will you two be staying?" He asked curiously.
"Well, your mother and I are planning on having dinner with the Weasley's tonight. So we'll have to leave for home in an hour or two. But we can take your friends out of class if you want some company once we leave." His father looked up for an answer, but Draco shook his head.
"No. Hermione would probably get angry if she were taken out of class." He tried his best to remember some basic things about Hermione Granger.
"We won't be able to come tomorrow, Draco. Your father has a Ministry meeting and I've got an interview with Witch Weekly. I've been nominated for most beautiful witch for the month of May. Granted, that's awhile from now, but it's still an honor. Me, most beautiful witch? I don't believe it. I'm old and ugly." Draco and his father both laughed.
"Mother! You're beautiful! Where do you think I get it!" Draco held his head up high when he mentioned his appearance.
"You got it from me of course!" Draco's father held his up as well, half mocking Draco. His mother laughed and handed Draco a brush. He looked at her oddly, but realized what she was trying to get him to do when she offered him a mirror.
"Hey! Why didn't anyone tell me my hair looked like this?" He had finally taken a glimpse at his hair. It was hideous. This time his father laughed.
"I know how you feel about Hermione. I thought it'd be funny." Draco turned bright red at what his father had said. 'Wait. If I'm living Potter's life, does that mean he likes Granger?'
Blaise looked over at the laughing family and smiled. 'Oh Draco. If you only knew. This life won't last forever. You'll be a Slytherin when this is over. But maybe you'll have a new look on life. I can only hope. A continuous flow of magic is keeping you in this life. When the magic runs out, you'll return to your original life. After all, I only have so much magic.'
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Eeek! My lord. That's a first. I have -NEVER- written a fic as fast as I have today. Those reviews got me crackin. I didn't think anyone was reading. But now I know there are! And that inspired me to write this real short chapter. It's really just tells the readers how when Draco switched lives with Harry Potter, he got the entire package. I thought it would be fun writing Draco's reaction to having 'normal' parents.
Read and Review and I'll Love YOU!
~Lana
Disclaimer: In My Biography Thing
A Visit From The Parents: Chapter Three
Draco rolled over in the small bed and mumbled into the sheets. He heard heels clicking to his left, but he ignored it and began to drift back to sleep. But the sudden sunlight in the room caused him to jump up.
"Time to wake, Draco. It's lunch time." Madame Pomfrey set down a tray of food on his bed. Draco rubbed his eyes yawned. His hair was poking up in several places and anyone who saw him at this moment would mistake him as Harry Potter with blond hair.
"What?" Draco yawned and looked at a clock on a nearby wall. "It's only been a couple of hours since I've fallen asleep? I feel as though I've been sleeping all day long! Hmmm.. I am hungry, though." Draco grabbed bread from the tray. But then he heard the nurse laughing again. That laugh that he believed he would never be able to forget.
"Draco, dear. You'd been sleeping for thirty hours straight. Odd how that potion had an effect on you." She began to laugh again.
"Thirty hours? Thirty? Merlin!" Draco's eyes had grown to twice their normal size, but soon he settled down and grinned. "I'm sure it's done wonders on my flawless complexion. You know, sleep makes you beautiful, and I'm one handsome devil already. I really should do that more often." He leaned back in the bed and smirked like his own self again.
"Oh my, Draco! You are acting oddly out of character today. In fact, you reminded me of that Harry Potter for a second." Madame Pomfrey bit on her lip, contemplating whether to keep him longer. She decided against it.
But Draco lifted his eyebrow at this. 'Harry Potter? From what I've seen so far, Harry Potter is a Slytherin git. Hmm... That's how the Golden Trio used to describe me. So that means I've switched lives with the Boy- Who-Lived. I'm supposed to be a goody-goody trouble maker who gets away with everything? Not bad.'
"Draco?" Madame Pomfrey was trying to get his attention by waving her hand in front of his face. He looked up and waited for her to speak.
"Yes?" He was getting impatient, but tried not to show it. 'Are Gryffindors aloud to be impatient?'
"Your parents are waiting to visit you. They're sitting outside of the infirmary. Hurry and finish your lunch so they can see you." Madame Pomfrey tapped her foot and watched as he set down his pumpkin juice. She grabbed his tray and went to set it down at a counter top.
"My parents? Bugger." He rolled his eyes as Madame Pomfrey opened the door for them. His parents stepped into the large infirmary and walked over to his bed.
But there was something different about them. A normal person wouldn't have been able to point it out, but Draco had lived with these people all his life, and he could definitely tell you what was different.
"Draco, my son!" Narcissa engulfed Draco in a choking hug, patting his hair down as she rocked him in her arms. Normal sixteen-year-olds would have yelled about not being a baby anymore, but not Draco. He felt as though he were paralyzed. He was completely shocked and wasn't even able to reply. When his mother let go to see him better, Draco pointed out to himself that she was smiling. His mother never smiled. And she was wearing a muggle summer dress and hat. She would never dare wear muggle apparel.
"Mother? You-you know my name!" He broke out in a grin. A true smile that he had never given his parents before the incident. It was odd how the smallest things could make him smile. But his mother had never called him by his first name before.
His mother knitted her eyebrows together and pulled Draco towards her today. She began stroking his untamed hair.
"My poor son. What has happened to you? Do you not remember us? I hope you're well soon." She laid her head on his and pouted at the thought of her son's condition. The sun gleamed brightly upon Narcissa's platinum blonde hair as she took off her hat and placed it on Draco's night stand.
Draco turned towards his father and also noticed the grin plastered upon his face. It looked a little odd. The only times Draco saw his father smile was when he headed off to Hogwarts for school. Draco also noticed his father's attire. He too was wearing muggle clothing. He had a pair of black trousers and white shirt on.
"Draco. I agree with your mother. I hope you're well soon." His father patted him on the back and held out his hand. Draco looked at it in confusion before taking it. His father pulled him out of the bed and onto his feet. Draco wobbled for a second, but his father steadied him.
"Come over here. We'll play some chess. It can't be too exciting sitting in the Hospital Wing by yourself, can it?" His father pulled two chairs up to a table.
"No, it's not. But-Father?" He was a little curious about his parents.
"Yes, Draco?" His father answered while setting up a chess set.
"Why are you and mother wearing all that?" He turned to look at his mother who was rearranging a vase of flowers in the corner.
"Oh, this!" He heard his parents laughing. It was odd hearing this much laughter. The only time he had heard this much laughter was when the Gryffindors were talking about their win over Slytherin in quidditch. But it wasn't the only odd thing. It was the way his parents laughed. How embarrassing! (Think Betty & Barney Rubble)
"I love those dresses muggles have. Besides, it's been quite a fashion lately, these muggle dresses have been." His mother twirled around, modeling her new dress to him. He smiled and nodded. 'Boy. I like this. I want Potter's life permanently. I don't think I'd be able to go back to my old life. Not ever.' He thought to himself.
"Excuse me." Draco turned around in his seat to see two girls standing in the doorway. Hermione Granger and Blaise Zabini.
"Hello, Hermione!" His mother ran up and greeted Hermione with a hug. His father gave a wave to her and moved his bishop.
"What a nice dress, Mrs. Malfoy. Yes, very stylish indeed. But have you seen Madame Pomfrey? Blaise here hurt her ankle in Potions class." She pointed to Blaise's swelling ankle.
Just then, Madame Pomfrey appeared from her office, coming to aide Blaise.
"Well, I've got to get back to class. It's good seeing you two again. I mean, I only see you once every summer. Goodbye, Narcissa, Lucius." She waved to them both and they waved back. 'My parents and Hermione are friendly towards each other?' He shrugged and turned back to his game of chess with his father. In the corner of his eye, he could see Madame Pomfrey escorting Blaise Zabini to a bed near his. His mother pulled up a chair next to him.
"So, how long will you two be staying?" He asked curiously.
"Well, your mother and I are planning on having dinner with the Weasley's tonight. So we'll have to leave for home in an hour or two. But we can take your friends out of class if you want some company once we leave." His father looked up for an answer, but Draco shook his head.
"No. Hermione would probably get angry if she were taken out of class." He tried his best to remember some basic things about Hermione Granger.
"We won't be able to come tomorrow, Draco. Your father has a Ministry meeting and I've got an interview with Witch Weekly. I've been nominated for most beautiful witch for the month of May. Granted, that's awhile from now, but it's still an honor. Me, most beautiful witch? I don't believe it. I'm old and ugly." Draco and his father both laughed.
"Mother! You're beautiful! Where do you think I get it!" Draco held his head up high when he mentioned his appearance.
"You got it from me of course!" Draco's father held his up as well, half mocking Draco. His mother laughed and handed Draco a brush. He looked at her oddly, but realized what she was trying to get him to do when she offered him a mirror.
"Hey! Why didn't anyone tell me my hair looked like this?" He had finally taken a glimpse at his hair. It was hideous. This time his father laughed.
"I know how you feel about Hermione. I thought it'd be funny." Draco turned bright red at what his father had said. 'Wait. If I'm living Potter's life, does that mean he likes Granger?'
Blaise looked over at the laughing family and smiled. 'Oh Draco. If you only knew. This life won't last forever. You'll be a Slytherin when this is over. But maybe you'll have a new look on life. I can only hope. A continuous flow of magic is keeping you in this life. When the magic runs out, you'll return to your original life. After all, I only have so much magic.'
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Eeek! My lord. That's a first. I have -NEVER- written a fic as fast as I have today. Those reviews got me crackin. I didn't think anyone was reading. But now I know there are! And that inspired me to write this real short chapter. It's really just tells the readers how when Draco switched lives with Harry Potter, he got the entire package. I thought it would be fun writing Draco's reaction to having 'normal' parents.
Read and Review and I'll Love YOU!
~Lana
Disclaimer: In My Biography Thing