You'll Be In My Hearth
Early the next morning, an owl flew through an open window and began to peck Draco on the nose. His eyes slowly opened, and through the sticky eye glue (an, ya know, the stuff that's all over your eyes when you wake up? Yeah.) that tried to keep them closed, saw a letter laying on his chest.
"What in bloody gosh darn heck is this?" he wondered, to himself.
He rubbed his eyes, and reached for the letter. Upon opening it, he discovered a letter from Dumbledore.
Dear Mr. Malfoy, Please excuse the urgency of this letter. I have found a home for you to live in at the end of the school year. I am requesting your immediate presence at the castle. I know holiday's are not yet over, but this of course is of some urgency, as we need to find out how you shall pay for your new home. Also, the other Professors and I thought it best if you were sorted out of Slytherin and into another house, to avoid the ridicule from other Slytherin's that comes from being disowned. A car shall arrive at the Burrow no later than 10 o'clock on Saturday, March 26. See you at the castle!
Sincerely, Professor Albus Dumbledore Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Well, this was certainly interesting.
***
Exactly one hour later, Draco was standing outside of the Burrow with Ginny, waiting for the car that Dumbledore had promised.
"Draco, I know we'll only be apart for a couple of days, but I'll miss you!" Ginny said.
"I'll miss you too, Ginny. Although, I have an idea. Be in the sitting room tonight at midnight okay? And don't ask any questions, alright? It's a surprise."
"Okay."
A black Porsche came rolling up the driveway.
"Well. Dumbledore sure knows style, now doesn't he?" remarked Ginny.
"I'll see you soon, Gin. I love you."
"I love you too."
*** When Draco arrived at the school that afternoon, Professor Flitwick immediately escorted him to Dumbledore's office.
"Ah, Draco. You have finally arrived," said Dumbledore.
"Yes, I have. It is nice to see you again. What is this all about?"
"Well, I found a nice little cottage down in Hogsmeade for sale. It is only 500 galleons (an I think this might be equivalent to around 150,000 American dollars), and it has three bedrooms, and two and a half bathrooms. I think you'll like it very much."
"Well, thank you, Professor Dumbledore, for taking the time to look for a house for me."
"Speaking of houses, I think it is time for us to re-sort you."
Dumbledore reached up onto a shelf and pulled the sorting hat down. He tapped it with his wand and said Resortus Prefissus and handed it to Draco, who then placed it on his head.
***
That night at midnight, Ginny sat in an overstuffed chair in the sitting room, waiting. For what she was waiting for, she did not know. Suddenly, Draco's head appeared in the fireplace.
"Draco!"
"Ginny. I don't have much time. I really should be getting to bed, but I wanted to tell you this: Ginny, I got resorted into Gryffindor!" (AN would I have it any other way? LOL)
"Well that's fantastic!" Ginny began to giggle.
"What is so funny, Ms. Weasley?" Draco asked.
"It's just that *snort* your head in the *giggle* fireplace reminds me of a Muggle song they play on the radio *snortsnortgiggle*"
"You snorted! What song is it?"
"It goes like this," Ginny began an awful rendition of the song, "You'll be in my hearth, yes you'll be in my hearth, from this day on, now and forever more."
"Ginny, I think it's 'You'll be in my HEART', not HEARTH," Draco managed to get out before they both fell onto the floor laughing hysterically.
AUTHORS NOTE: Tee hee. You'll be in my hearth! *Snorts rather loud and uncouth-like* New chapter will be out soon. No idea what it'll be about though. Oh, yeah, I'm not high-and-mighty, missy.missy.darn-it I forgot your name. Oh well. No offense, but I'm not, I just really like my story.
Early the next morning, an owl flew through an open window and began to peck Draco on the nose. His eyes slowly opened, and through the sticky eye glue (an, ya know, the stuff that's all over your eyes when you wake up? Yeah.) that tried to keep them closed, saw a letter laying on his chest.
"What in bloody gosh darn heck is this?" he wondered, to himself.
He rubbed his eyes, and reached for the letter. Upon opening it, he discovered a letter from Dumbledore.
Dear Mr. Malfoy, Please excuse the urgency of this letter. I have found a home for you to live in at the end of the school year. I am requesting your immediate presence at the castle. I know holiday's are not yet over, but this of course is of some urgency, as we need to find out how you shall pay for your new home. Also, the other Professors and I thought it best if you were sorted out of Slytherin and into another house, to avoid the ridicule from other Slytherin's that comes from being disowned. A car shall arrive at the Burrow no later than 10 o'clock on Saturday, March 26. See you at the castle!
Sincerely, Professor Albus Dumbledore Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Well, this was certainly interesting.
***
Exactly one hour later, Draco was standing outside of the Burrow with Ginny, waiting for the car that Dumbledore had promised.
"Draco, I know we'll only be apart for a couple of days, but I'll miss you!" Ginny said.
"I'll miss you too, Ginny. Although, I have an idea. Be in the sitting room tonight at midnight okay? And don't ask any questions, alright? It's a surprise."
"Okay."
A black Porsche came rolling up the driveway.
"Well. Dumbledore sure knows style, now doesn't he?" remarked Ginny.
"I'll see you soon, Gin. I love you."
"I love you too."
*** When Draco arrived at the school that afternoon, Professor Flitwick immediately escorted him to Dumbledore's office.
"Ah, Draco. You have finally arrived," said Dumbledore.
"Yes, I have. It is nice to see you again. What is this all about?"
"Well, I found a nice little cottage down in Hogsmeade for sale. It is only 500 galleons (an I think this might be equivalent to around 150,000 American dollars), and it has three bedrooms, and two and a half bathrooms. I think you'll like it very much."
"Well, thank you, Professor Dumbledore, for taking the time to look for a house for me."
"Speaking of houses, I think it is time for us to re-sort you."
Dumbledore reached up onto a shelf and pulled the sorting hat down. He tapped it with his wand and said Resortus Prefissus and handed it to Draco, who then placed it on his head.
***
That night at midnight, Ginny sat in an overstuffed chair in the sitting room, waiting. For what she was waiting for, she did not know. Suddenly, Draco's head appeared in the fireplace.
"Draco!"
"Ginny. I don't have much time. I really should be getting to bed, but I wanted to tell you this: Ginny, I got resorted into Gryffindor!" (AN would I have it any other way? LOL)
"Well that's fantastic!" Ginny began to giggle.
"What is so funny, Ms. Weasley?" Draco asked.
"It's just that *snort* your head in the *giggle* fireplace reminds me of a Muggle song they play on the radio *snortsnortgiggle*"
"You snorted! What song is it?"
"It goes like this," Ginny began an awful rendition of the song, "You'll be in my hearth, yes you'll be in my hearth, from this day on, now and forever more."
"Ginny, I think it's 'You'll be in my HEART', not HEARTH," Draco managed to get out before they both fell onto the floor laughing hysterically.
AUTHORS NOTE: Tee hee. You'll be in my hearth! *Snorts rather loud and uncouth-like* New chapter will be out soon. No idea what it'll be about though. Oh, yeah, I'm not high-and-mighty, missy.missy.darn-it I forgot your name. Oh well. No offense, but I'm not, I just really like my story.