Disclaimer: Okay, so I'm not J.K Rowling so I don't OWN Harry Potter. If so I would be filthy rich, publishing books and making movies about them, not writing fanfics.
(A/N Draco, Crabbe and Goyle may be a little out of character. In the story Draco is meant to be kind of out-going and friendly and he kind of switches personalities with Elise who is a bit snippy (Elise is my character and she's meant to be kind, loving and caring. But at the start she's snippy). But nevertheless you'll definitely see Elise's soft side but don't get me wrong, she definitely is no tough hardcore bitch, just a little pissed at some of the sudden arrangements.
Back to Crabbe and Goyle, if those of you who have seen 'Summer Holiday' then you realise his two sidekicks are the ones that bring comic relief in the movie. So in other words Crabbe and Goyle are being the two funny guys. Totally not them but hey, it's a fan-fic!
Anywayz I better stop yakking and let you read this chapter. Enjoy! ^_^)
Summer Bliss
~ Chapter Two ~
Draco led Elise to the garage and opened the shed. Elise looked around dubiously and saw an old motorcycle and a collection of broomsticks. She took a closer look at them and turned around to face Draco.
"You're a wizard?" she asked raising her eyebrow.
"Oh, so you're a witch," he said unnecessarily. "Well then this makes the whole thing much easier."
"Oh my Gosh!" Elise cried when she realised something. "You're Draco Malfoy?! As in Malfoy?!"
Draco was stunned. "Umm…yes. Why?"
"Then you must be the heir to Lucius Malfoy's position in being 'Head Death Eater'!" she gasped.
Draco just stared at her with no trace of embarrassment or contempt on his face.
"Actually, no," he said calmly. "My father's position in whatever is none of my concern and I have no intention in being a Death Eater. Happy?"
"Whatever," Elise grumbled rolling her eyes. "So, how exactly are we going to get to that lawyer person of yours?"
"This," he replied, pointing to the old motorcycle. "Classic isn't she?"
Elise gawked at him and then finally turned to look at the motorcycle.
"That?!" she cried, pointing an accusing finger at the bike. "You're a wizard for Merlin's sake! Can't we go on a broomstick?! Apparate at least! "
Draco just laughed and attempted to start the engine a few times before it grunted to life.
"Sorry, no magic outside of the house," he said innocently. "It's a thirty minute walk or a five minute ride. Your choice."
"Arg!" growled under her breath. "Fine! Have it your way!"
She hopped on the rusty looking motorcycle and they drove out of the garage and onto the dusty street. Having no choice but to hold onto Draco, Elise resorted to pinching onto his singlet-top so there was as little body contact to him as possible. When they drove over a bump, Elise thrust her elbows into Draco's back, the pain causing his eyes to widen but Elise just grinned wickedly.
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The fan on the old wooden ceiling of the 'Edward Solicitor Office' buzzed annoyingly as three people sat around a large timber conference table.
"These smelly, salty pieces of papers are the deeds?!" exclaimed Elise angrily as she waved the mouldy looking papers around.
"I'm afraid so Miss Kwan," Jordan Edward, the Solicitor replied dully, flipping through her passport. "It clearly states that Garett gave half the beach and beach house to Draco since Draco gave him one million Galleons."
Draco leaned over Jordan's shoulder and looked down at Elise's passport.
"What are you looking at?!" she snapped, snatching the passport from them.
"Well now you know that I'm not telling a lie," Draco stated matter-of-factly. "You're free to stay at the beach house and half of the beach still is yours, so you've got nothing to worry about. Better yet, you're a witch, which means you're more welcome since I can use magic freely in the house!"
"Oh, how kind of you!" replied Elise dryly.
She turned to Jordan.
"You're joking right?" she asked desperately.
"Lawyers don't joke," Jordan replied wiping his sweat off with a handkerchief.
An idea rung through her head and she immediately straightened herself.
"I'll give you sixty thousand Galleons for your half of the beach!" she offered, staring eagerly him.
"No," Draco replied stubbornly. "But I'll give you sixty thousand Galleons for your half of the beach!"
"Oh my Gosh!" Elise screamed. "I'm serious!"
"Jordan, I heard you went fishing last weekend," Draco asked pretending not to hear her. "How'd you do?"
Elise threw her arms up in surrender and started to walk out of the room.
"Great! I caught this fish that weighed-" Jordan scratched his chin trying to remember.
"Seventy!" Elise interrupted, rushing back to the table.
"That's it!" Jordan exclaimed. "Seventy Kilos!"
"Seventy thousand galleons!" Elise cried. "I'll give you seventy thousand Galleons for your half of the beach!"
Draco whistled and looked away, pretending to admire the fish sculpture, which was hanging off the wall. Elise glared at him and stormed out of the office.
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Sipping on her iced tea nervously, Elise tried to concentrate to what Mr. Stewart, the resort developer, and his secretary were saying. They had arranged to meet that afternoon at a trendy two-storey restaurant and after ordering drinks Mr. Stewart had started explaining some plans his corporation had designed.
"So if I do sell the beach, do I get free suites?" Elise asked.
"Does this mean you're going to sell the beach?" Mr. Stewart asked anxiously.
"Sure, it's a deal!" Elise beamed, raising her glass. "You and your corporation have just bought half of my beach!"
"Half?" he asked, slightly frowning. "Miss Kwan, so are we receiving the top half, the bottom half, the left half or the right half of the beach?"
"Whatever," Elise said, still smiling. "It's up to you."
"Miss Kwan, that is very insincere," Mr. Stewart said, his frown deepening. "Your beach isn't the only one on the 'Redang Islands' you know. We still have a couple of people who are interested."
"I'm really sorry," Elise said apologetically. "I can only sell half of the beach right now since I'm experiencing some personal problems."
Mr. Stewart thought for a moment.
"Listen my last offer is three million and I'll give you like a month to sort things out," he suggested. "It'll be plenty of time and if you still can't decide then I'll just find another beach."
"Wait, three million what?" she asked suspiciously. "Knuts?"
"Of course not," the secretary laughed. "He means Galleons."
Elise's mouth dropped open.
"Oh my Gosh!" she cried. "Thank you so much! I'll definitely have the whole beach for you by the end of the month!"
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Elise stepped onto the veranda of the house and onto the beach, desperately looking for Draco. It didn't take long to find since he was just in front of the veranda quarrelling with a woman.
"Just say you love me and then we'll start all over again!" crooned the woman as she tugged desperately onto Draco's arm.
"Pansy, I've told you," he said, trying very hard to yank her arm away. "I don't like you any more!"
"There's a another woman!" she screamed. "I know it!"
Elise tried hard not to laugh and went up to both of them and tapped them on the shoulder.
"Excuse me," she said innocently to Pansy. "Please stop harassing my boyfriend!"
Draco eyes nearly popped out but he quickly got the drift and put his arms around Elise.
"Who is she?!" Pansy shrieked.
"My-" Draco started.
"Girlfriend," Elise cut in, dragging him away.
Pansy screamed and threw a sandal at Draco but missed. Draco sighed in relief and they continued walking down the beach. Realising that his arm was still on hers, Elise yanked it away.
"Okay, I helped you on this one so you can help me out to!" she declared.
"Haven't you heard of ask nicely?" he said dryly.
"I'm serious!" she said pleadingly. "I'll give you three million Sickles for the beach!"
"Didn't you mean three million Galleons?" he grinned mischievously.
Elise's mouth dropped open.
"Mr. Stewart came to me and told me about the offer as well," he explained.
"Fine then," Elise said gruffly. "We sell the beach and spilt it, one million and fifty thousand Galleons each."
Draco thought for a moment. "I'm going swimming!" he finally declared, taking off his t-shirt.
"What?!" scream Elise.
"Swimming," he yelled, throwing his shirt at her.
"One million and fifty thousand Galleons!" she cried, catching his t-shirt. "Be serious here!"
(A/N That's all folks! Please submit a review ^_^. Sowwi this chapter kinda drags on, I'll try to get to the point as soon as possible)