Author Notes G-Dammit!!!! My radio wont work!!! NNNOOO!!!! *falls to ground dead, but somehow manages to continue working on chapter*
I watch the boy laying on my bed. He mouth was wide open and the most God-awful sound was comming from it. I could only assume it was a snore, but I honestly haven't heard anyone snore like that before. I adjusted my skirt out of annoyance for having to wear it before raising my heeled foot and nudging him in the ribs.
"Mmm.. Dobby, I missed you, come here sessy." Woah... Did he just say 'sessy'? This kid was in deeper than I thought. I nudged him again, only succeeding in him rolling off and into the floor. I stared down at him as his grey eyes opened. Upon spotting me, he let out a scream.
"Holy shit, Malfoy!" I yelled, throwing a nearby stuffed animal at him. He blinked at the yellow teddy bear on his chest before shoving it off and standing. I looked him up and down before tutting. "Malfoy, you need to clean up. I'm not taking you anywhere like that."
"What are you talking about?" Draco grumbled. I didn't reply, just threw a small stack of clothes at him and started rushing him out of my room and down the hall. I pushed him into the blue bathroom and threw in a towel. He looked around curiously.
"You do know how to use a shower, don't you?" I asked snidely. Ha, I didn't always get Slytherin as a result in those 'Which Hogwart's House Do You Belong In?' quizzes for no reason afterall. Draco glared.
"Yes, I do."
"Just wandering. They've never actually said you took showers in that book of yours." I said before shutting the door and leaving him completely confused. I stood there for a few minutes, untill I heard the shower turn on. I smiled smugly and headed into the kitchen.
It was early, around eight am. But for once that didn't bother me. No, for today I was taking my dear little Malfoy to church. I laughed wickedly, recieving an odd look from my mother. I grabbed a granola bar and sat down across from her, waiting for the rich brat to finish with his shower. My mom set down her glass of orange juice and looked at me. "Is he in the shower?"
"Yes'sum."
"You told him not to use my rinse right?" She asked me. I frowned. She sighed. "If he comes out here with strawberry smelling hair, I'm going to make you pay for it. That stuff is expensive."
"Err.. right'o." I replied. My mother stiffled a yawn. "So, uh, he up yet?"
"Hmm? No, silly, it's Sunday." She replied. She looked at me, taking in what I was wearing. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry, I forgot."
"Ma, dont' worry." I replied, throwing the granola wrapper in the trash. "I always go alone. Besides, today Draco's going with me."
"Are you sure that's wise?" She asked uncertainly. "He doesn't exactly know the basics of the Catholic Church."
"What is there to know?" I asked, laughing. "You stand, sit, stand, sit, kneel, sit, stand, kneel, stand! That's it! He doesn't have to recite stuff. It's confession I'm worried about."
"You are not taking that poor boy to confession!" My mother exclaimed, shocked. I shrugged.
"Why not?"
"That is just asking for trouble, dear."
"Nonsense!" I replied. I looked up to see Draco enter, wearing a pair of slacks and a black cowboy shirt. His hair was, of course, gelled back. Hmm, must have gotten into my hair supplies. My mother took one look at him then immediately smelled his hair. Draco stared at me, eyes wide.
"All right, he's clean, no strawberries. And it's nice to know someone can wear those clothes, Lord knows your step-father can't." My mom said. Draco watched her leave the room and then glared at me.
"What?!" I asked, standing and grabbed my purse off the counter. I fidgeted with the purse, trying to figure out how to balance it on my shoulder (i'm a wallet girl, people). After a few minutes of work, I slid my arm through his and grinned down at him. Boy, he's a short little boy. Oh, wait, never mind, I'm just tall. "Ready to go to church, sweetie?"
"What?" Draco asked, trying to break from from me. I, of course, didn't let him. I dragged him out the door with me and forced him into my car. After sliding into the driver's seat I turned to him with grin. He gave me a wary look, but chose not to question where we were going. Good for him.
Draco glared at the church, looking like he was going to hex it and everyone inside. I was relieved I had made sure he didn't have his wand with him when I kidnapped him. I looked up to see my priest, Father Matt - a short, 29 year old -, walking towards us. He smiled and shook my hand before turning to Draco. "Why hello! Who might you be?"
"Father Matt, i'd like you to meet Draco Malfoy." The priest reached over and shook Draco's hand and instantly ushered us inside.
"You here for confession?" He asked. I nodded. "Okay, it starts in five minutes, just hang out here until then."
"What's confession?" Draco asked, sitting down in one of the white couches, next to a small statue-ette of Saint Catherine.
"Basically, you tell all your sins to the Father. Stuff you've done wrong. For example, me kipnapping you!" I smiled enthusiastically. Draco eyed me then sighed.
"Your going to make me do it aren't you?"
"Naturally."
"Damn you woman." He muttered.
"Tsk. Tsk. Your gonna have to tell him about that too." I teased. We waited around a few minutes, then I quickly ushered the blonde into the confession booth. I tried to listen in, but dammit, those doors are sound proof. Draco was in there a while. I was really starting to get worried. When Draco finally emersed, he looked a lot calmer then usual. I eyed him before entering the booth myself. I sat a second before my curiosity got the best of me. "So, Father, what did Draco tell you?"
"You know I can't tell you that." Father Matt replied. I heard him shift nervously. Geeze, what did Draco tell him? Father Matt cleared his throat.
"Oh, right. Umm, well, I kidnapped Draco." The priest sighed.
"Again?"
"Yea, i know I said I was gonna stop, but I couldn't help it!" I explained. "I mean, really though, look at him! Ain't he sexy?"
"I refuse to comment on that." He replied.
"Oh fine." I muttered. I finished up my confession, then left to find Draco. I found him in the church, sitting in one of the pews.
Church went rather well. In fact, Draco was very well behaived. I was shocked. As we headed back to the car, Draco finally burst out into laughter. After insisting on him telling me what was so funny, he said, "Now I know why all you muggles are insane!"
I couldn't help myself, I slapped him. I'm very defensive about my faith, you know. Draco kept quiet the rest of the trip home. It was later that night that I laid on my bed, looking down at him, that I came to the decision. "Draco?"
"What is it, woman?" He mumbled, sounding sleepy.
"I'm going to let you go home tomorrow." I said softly. He jerked to a sitting position.
"Really? No lying?"
"No, no lying."
"Umm... What made you change your mind?" He asked.
"What, did you want to stay here?" I replied.
"NO!" He exclaimed. "I mean, no, I'm just curious."
"I dont' know... Your boring me, maybe?" He snorted at this. "Besides, I have other people I need to kidnapp. I can't let you have all the fun with me."
"Other people?"
"Yea! Just a little warning, you wont be able to call Ron a Weasel for a while." I laughed. With that, he laid back down and I listened to him snore and mumble things about Dobby being 'sessy'.
end notes well, that's it. i know this chapter wasn't that funny. but i was running out fo ideas. anywho. i'm planning on making a series! next will be The Night I Kidnapped Ron! MUWAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!
