Chapter Five
"Do you think he's well?"
"I don't know, he's been in bed all morning. He won't wake up when I ask him to."
"Maybe I should go in there."
"No, Arthur, let him rest. I think he's going through a phase."
"Well, if he's not up by noon we won't be able to get his school things from Diagon Alley."
"I'll wake him up, don't worry."
Draco heard the muffled voices of Arthur and Molly Weasley from behind the closed door. He rolled over in bed and stared at the flaming orange posters on the wall and grimaced.
He woke up that morning as he did the two mornings before—thinking it was all a dream. But it wasn't. He was still at the Weasley's and being called "Drake" with Harry Potter and Ron sleeping in the same room as himself. He must admit that for some time he had suspected that Ron and Harry had a, well, "thing" for each other. But last night proved him wrong. They spent half the night talking about girls and who'd they like to go out with and who they've kissed. Draco scoffed at their amateur love lives.
The curtains on the windows had been pulled shut but the sun still found a way inside the room. It was beginning to get a little hot and stuffy so Draco got out of bed and prepared for a long day. He groggily walked over to the dresser and opened the drawer to pull out some clothes when there was a loud snap and the drawer slammed shut. Draco blinked his eyes several times, thinking he had only imagined it. He tried opening the drawer again but again it closed shut on him. Brows set in a determined arch, he grabbed the drawer handle with two hands and tried yanking it open, but the stubborn draw refused to give in. That's when he heard the laughing.
Draco let the drawer go and headed towards the door. He opened it up with a rough swing and before him were the twins, stifling their laughter.
"Did you do this?" Draco demanded, pointing towards the drawer.
They both nodded their heads, their smiles reaching from ear to ear. "It's our latest." One of them said.
"It's all apart of the Sibling Rivalry series." The other spoke up.
Draco didn't wait for any more explanation, he ran to his bed and pulled his wand from under his pillow and pointed it at the two. They just laughed at Draco, but when he performed a rather gruesome curse involving green pimples oozing puss, they made a dash down the stairs, followed closely behind by Draco.
Their screams echoed off the walls of the house, curses bouncing off the furniture. Molly entered the living room and brought her hands to her face at the mess that was being made. She grabbed Draco roughly by the collar of his nightshirt and took his wand from his hand. She immediately performed a counter curse on the twins.
"Drake, I don't know what has gotten into you, but it has to stop!" Molly exclaimed. "And you two!" She narrowed her eyes at the twins. "I think you've finally gotten what you deserved. Now run away and leave Drake alone."
The twins left with their heads held down. Draco stopped correcting people when they shortened his name. It was a waste of time and energy.
"Drake, you need to head upstairs and change. Hermione is coming soon and you'll all be going to Dia—" Molly was cut off short by the door bursting open and Harry, Ron and Hermione came inside, talking up a storm. They all stopped when they saw Draco in his nightshirt, Harry and Ron laughing, Hermione blushing.
"Ugh, I hate this house!" Draco yelled, then ran upstairs to change.
~*~*~
Ginny sat alone at the breakfast table. Lucius was off somewhere, doing whatever he did when not at home. Narcissa hadn't woken up claiming she had a headache. So Ginny was by herself slowly forking fruit into her mouth. She had received her Hogwarts letter and the list of supplies she would need that year. At first she thought it must have been a mistake for the supplies suggested she was in seventh year. She brought it up to a portrait that hung just outside her bedroom door, but they reprimanded her forgetfulness and told her that she should be glad it was her last year at Hogwarts and soon she'd be doing some real work in the world.
Promptly at twelve o'clock she was in front of a huge fireplace. A vase full of Flu Powder was held out to her and she took a pinch and threw it into the fire. She stepped into the flames and said "Diagon Alley" and was instantly inside the Owl Post that was situated between a candy shop and Madam Malkin's. She felt the heavy weight of the bag of galleons at her side as she made her way down the street. She had counted the money earlier that morning and found that it would have taken thirty years worth of allowance to match what was in the small sack.
She went quickly from shop to shop, buying the many things she would be needing that year. She saw a few familiar faces but turned around in dismay. Everyone here stared at her as if she had an extra eye. All of the people she once had as friends gave her evil glares. After purchasing everything necessary she headed towards the ice cream shop and purchased as much chocolate ice cream she thought she could eat before it melted.
Eating the ice cream she stared at the many faces walking by until she saw her brother's. Ron along with Harry and Hermione passed by, pointing to shops and checking their lists. Directly behind them was Draco Malfoy, er, Weasley. Ginny's heart raced within her chest. She stood up and that's when Draco turned and looked at her. Their eyes met for a second and recognition dawned on Draco. He looked back at Ron and the others, making sure they weren't paying attention, before he made his way towards Ginny.
"I see the little Weasley is spending the Malfoy money rather frivolously." Draco sneered, looking at the large scoops of chocolate ice cream.
Ginny's face blushed. "Stop it, Malfoy."
Suddenly they both looked up in surprise. "You mean you're you?" They both said simultaneously.
"I want my life back!" Draco yelled.
"What happened?" Ginny asked.
"I don't know, but whatever it is I want it reversed."
"I do too!" Ginny defended herself.
Draco looked around at the crowd of people that had begun to stare. He sat down quietly next to Ginny's chair and pulled her down into hers. In low whispers he continued. "Look, this has to be your fault because I don't screw up any of my spells."
Ginny's face turned red with anger. "I didn't do it! What makes you think I'd enjoy a vacation being you?"
"Well at least I'm rich."
"At least my family loves me." Ginny clamped her hand over her mouth. She hadn't meant to say it and she felt horrible. Draco merely sat back and scoffed.
"Don't be sorry." He said. "It's true."
"What are we going to do?" Ginny asked, hunching her shoulders in defeat.
"We?" Draco thought about this a while. "I suppose we would have to do something. Seeing as we're stuck in this crazy world together. My plan is to—"
"Hey, Drake!" Ron came running up towards them, followed by Harry. "Malfoy." Ron nodded towards Ginny.
"Where did you go, Drake?" Harry spoke up. "We left Hermione standing in line to get our books when we noticed you were gone. Come on."
"Yeah, don't waste any time with that."
Draco smiled at the forlorn look that came over Ginny's face. He stood up and walked away with Ron and Harry.
Ginny began packing up her things and headed back home. Upon return she found that Narcissa was still in her room and Lucius was in his study and not to be disturbed. She ate her meal dejectedly. After eating she left for her room to pack her trunk when a knock was heard on the door.
"A letter, Madame." A man held out a silver platter with a single envelope on it.
Ginny took the letter and waited for the man to leave before she opened it. Written in a very elegant hand it read, "Ginny, now that we know we're in this together, we have to formulate a plan. Meet me the first morning of school by the lake. Draco Malfoy."
"Do you think he's well?"
"I don't know, he's been in bed all morning. He won't wake up when I ask him to."
"Maybe I should go in there."
"No, Arthur, let him rest. I think he's going through a phase."
"Well, if he's not up by noon we won't be able to get his school things from Diagon Alley."
"I'll wake him up, don't worry."
Draco heard the muffled voices of Arthur and Molly Weasley from behind the closed door. He rolled over in bed and stared at the flaming orange posters on the wall and grimaced.
He woke up that morning as he did the two mornings before—thinking it was all a dream. But it wasn't. He was still at the Weasley's and being called "Drake" with Harry Potter and Ron sleeping in the same room as himself. He must admit that for some time he had suspected that Ron and Harry had a, well, "thing" for each other. But last night proved him wrong. They spent half the night talking about girls and who'd they like to go out with and who they've kissed. Draco scoffed at their amateur love lives.
The curtains on the windows had been pulled shut but the sun still found a way inside the room. It was beginning to get a little hot and stuffy so Draco got out of bed and prepared for a long day. He groggily walked over to the dresser and opened the drawer to pull out some clothes when there was a loud snap and the drawer slammed shut. Draco blinked his eyes several times, thinking he had only imagined it. He tried opening the drawer again but again it closed shut on him. Brows set in a determined arch, he grabbed the drawer handle with two hands and tried yanking it open, but the stubborn draw refused to give in. That's when he heard the laughing.
Draco let the drawer go and headed towards the door. He opened it up with a rough swing and before him were the twins, stifling their laughter.
"Did you do this?" Draco demanded, pointing towards the drawer.
They both nodded their heads, their smiles reaching from ear to ear. "It's our latest." One of them said.
"It's all apart of the Sibling Rivalry series." The other spoke up.
Draco didn't wait for any more explanation, he ran to his bed and pulled his wand from under his pillow and pointed it at the two. They just laughed at Draco, but when he performed a rather gruesome curse involving green pimples oozing puss, they made a dash down the stairs, followed closely behind by Draco.
Their screams echoed off the walls of the house, curses bouncing off the furniture. Molly entered the living room and brought her hands to her face at the mess that was being made. She grabbed Draco roughly by the collar of his nightshirt and took his wand from his hand. She immediately performed a counter curse on the twins.
"Drake, I don't know what has gotten into you, but it has to stop!" Molly exclaimed. "And you two!" She narrowed her eyes at the twins. "I think you've finally gotten what you deserved. Now run away and leave Drake alone."
The twins left with their heads held down. Draco stopped correcting people when they shortened his name. It was a waste of time and energy.
"Drake, you need to head upstairs and change. Hermione is coming soon and you'll all be going to Dia—" Molly was cut off short by the door bursting open and Harry, Ron and Hermione came inside, talking up a storm. They all stopped when they saw Draco in his nightshirt, Harry and Ron laughing, Hermione blushing.
"Ugh, I hate this house!" Draco yelled, then ran upstairs to change.
~*~*~
Ginny sat alone at the breakfast table. Lucius was off somewhere, doing whatever he did when not at home. Narcissa hadn't woken up claiming she had a headache. So Ginny was by herself slowly forking fruit into her mouth. She had received her Hogwarts letter and the list of supplies she would need that year. At first she thought it must have been a mistake for the supplies suggested she was in seventh year. She brought it up to a portrait that hung just outside her bedroom door, but they reprimanded her forgetfulness and told her that she should be glad it was her last year at Hogwarts and soon she'd be doing some real work in the world.
Promptly at twelve o'clock she was in front of a huge fireplace. A vase full of Flu Powder was held out to her and she took a pinch and threw it into the fire. She stepped into the flames and said "Diagon Alley" and was instantly inside the Owl Post that was situated between a candy shop and Madam Malkin's. She felt the heavy weight of the bag of galleons at her side as she made her way down the street. She had counted the money earlier that morning and found that it would have taken thirty years worth of allowance to match what was in the small sack.
She went quickly from shop to shop, buying the many things she would be needing that year. She saw a few familiar faces but turned around in dismay. Everyone here stared at her as if she had an extra eye. All of the people she once had as friends gave her evil glares. After purchasing everything necessary she headed towards the ice cream shop and purchased as much chocolate ice cream she thought she could eat before it melted.
Eating the ice cream she stared at the many faces walking by until she saw her brother's. Ron along with Harry and Hermione passed by, pointing to shops and checking their lists. Directly behind them was Draco Malfoy, er, Weasley. Ginny's heart raced within her chest. She stood up and that's when Draco turned and looked at her. Their eyes met for a second and recognition dawned on Draco. He looked back at Ron and the others, making sure they weren't paying attention, before he made his way towards Ginny.
"I see the little Weasley is spending the Malfoy money rather frivolously." Draco sneered, looking at the large scoops of chocolate ice cream.
Ginny's face blushed. "Stop it, Malfoy."
Suddenly they both looked up in surprise. "You mean you're you?" They both said simultaneously.
"I want my life back!" Draco yelled.
"What happened?" Ginny asked.
"I don't know, but whatever it is I want it reversed."
"I do too!" Ginny defended herself.
Draco looked around at the crowd of people that had begun to stare. He sat down quietly next to Ginny's chair and pulled her down into hers. In low whispers he continued. "Look, this has to be your fault because I don't screw up any of my spells."
Ginny's face turned red with anger. "I didn't do it! What makes you think I'd enjoy a vacation being you?"
"Well at least I'm rich."
"At least my family loves me." Ginny clamped her hand over her mouth. She hadn't meant to say it and she felt horrible. Draco merely sat back and scoffed.
"Don't be sorry." He said. "It's true."
"What are we going to do?" Ginny asked, hunching her shoulders in defeat.
"We?" Draco thought about this a while. "I suppose we would have to do something. Seeing as we're stuck in this crazy world together. My plan is to—"
"Hey, Drake!" Ron came running up towards them, followed by Harry. "Malfoy." Ron nodded towards Ginny.
"Where did you go, Drake?" Harry spoke up. "We left Hermione standing in line to get our books when we noticed you were gone. Come on."
"Yeah, don't waste any time with that."
Draco smiled at the forlorn look that came over Ginny's face. He stood up and walked away with Ron and Harry.
Ginny began packing up her things and headed back home. Upon return she found that Narcissa was still in her room and Lucius was in his study and not to be disturbed. She ate her meal dejectedly. After eating she left for her room to pack her trunk when a knock was heard on the door.
"A letter, Madame." A man held out a silver platter with a single envelope on it.
Ginny took the letter and waited for the man to leave before she opened it. Written in a very elegant hand it read, "Ginny, now that we know we're in this together, we have to formulate a plan. Meet me the first morning of school by the lake. Draco Malfoy."
