Let the Good Times Roll
Chapter #2 - By Chilled
Disclaimer: I still don't own Draco, Narcissa, or other characters created by J. K. Rowling. And to tell you the truth, that isn't likely to change. So, for now, I'll have to be content with owning the concept of Adara. Or whatever the term is. Well, either way, I'd rather not be sued, and you'd not want to waste your money on me - you'd end up with about 73 cents in pennies. Yeah.
Author's Note: I . ^sob^ . got no reviews. Really, now . reviews keep a girl going. If you've any heart, you'll leave me a review. Criticism and critiques are welcome, as are ideas. Leave me a review, and I'll likely check to see if you've written anything I'd enjoy reading and reviewing. Fare thee well, until next time!
How odd, thought Adara, as she stared at Draco for a moment. He's wearing . well, what is he wearing? A look of disgust at his canary-yellow robes tainted her already smirking face before she turned tail and walked back through the door in which she had entered, leaving the two mothers talking, with Draco beside them. Heading back through the kitchen, she paused at one of the cupboards, fumbling around inside for something.
"Aha!" she exclaimed as she pulled something out of the very back of the cupboard. The outside of the container was dingy-looking, its label smudged beyond readability. Upon unscrewing the lid, however, Adara smiled. Oh, this is going to be too good. Hastily, she screwed the lid back on, and heading out the door to the backyard.
Again scaling the tree in which she had been hiding earlier, Adara took the jar and turned it fully upside-down over the large bucket that she had set on one of the branches. As a large glob of clear, gel-like liquid fell from the container, she nodded, and set to work checking on the rope she had attached. Looping it over and under a few more branches, she climbed higher, set to await her cousin.
"Well, I've heard that it's all the latest fashion in France," commented Narcissa, happily patting Draco's shoulder.
"I still think they're a bit too bright. As if he were hailing a muggle school bus!" replied Jade, Adara's mother.
"That's a bit harsh, don't you think?" replied Narcissa sharply, having clearly flinched at the mention of the word 'muggle'.
"No, actually, I don't, 'Cissy," commented Jade, "Would you care for some tea and crackers?"
"That sounds delightful." Having momentarily forgotten their bickering, Jade and Narcissa made their way into the kitchen, followed by a particularly annoyed eleven year-old boy.
"Mum, I'm going out back now," said Draco, slipping by them to head out into the back yard. "How do they manage to talk about such stupid things?" asked Draco under his breath as he let the screen door slam behind him. Where is the little idiot? he thought to himself, as he briefly glanced around. I don't trust her. Cautiously walking across the lawn, he peered this way and that, trying to spot anything amiss. Not that anything around here is in the right as it is, thought Draco snidely to himself. Them and their stupid muggle ways!
"HEY! SLUG-EATER!" came a shout from up and off to his right. Startled, Draco turned to see who had shouted such an insult at a Malfoy, only to receive a faceful of clear, gelatin-like goop.
"AUGH! I'm gonna kill you!" came the angry shout from Draco as he began clearing the gunk from his eyes. Reaching for the nearest branch, he began to pull himself up and in the direction of his cousin, only to fall backward, his weight snapping the branch he had grabbed.
Laughter erupted from Adara, her body rocking back and forth on the thick limb she was sitting on. And this isn't the best of it, cousin. Just you wait. Finally getting her laughter under control, Adara climbed higher up in the tree, now watching Draco in silence. We've got no brooms, and I know his momma doesn't let him climb the trees at ol' Malfoy Manor. There's no way he can get to me here.
"Dirty, rotten half-blodd," muttered Draco as he picked himself up off of the lush, green grass. "Just you wait, 'ara!" he shouted up at her, shaking his fist in the air. He'd find a way to get her back for that one. Oh, but he'd find a way.
--- Later that night ---
"Adara Elise McLoughlin, you march yourself in here this instant!"
With a groan, Adara shoved the covers of her bed off, and swiveled around to face the door. Aw, dang it all. I've been discovered. Well, twas well worth it, I suppose. Pulling a robe around her pajamas, Adara walked down the hall to a partially-cracked door. Peeking through the opening, Adara quickly saw the reason for the furious tone of her mother's voice. There, standing in the dusky light coming through a nearby window, was Draco. He was glowing.
"Adara, how could you? He's your cousin! You'll be living with him for another two months, so you'd better learn to get along, do you hear me?" Jade paced back and forth in front of her daughter, spilling out an angry speech. "And if I ever catch you doing something like this again, there'll be hell to pay, young lady. Do you understand me?"
Adara swallowed, and nodded slowly. Were it not for the mischievous glint to her eyes, Draco would've believed the whole thing. But there was that one, small exception. As Adara eyed her cousin, she smiled ever-so- sweetly at him. This was only the beginning. First Aidan's Glowbug Serum, next . well, she'd have to think about that one. Glancing once more between her mother, Adara turned tail and headed back to her room. Well, that went better than I thought it would.
I should've known. Why would she've just dropped a bunch of sludge on me? But noooo, she had to use a glowing serum. Fool. I'll get her for this. Draco sat and stewed, occasionally glancing at the mirror across the room. He was glowing, a rather radiant shade of orange. Well, it resembled the color of a ripened mango more than anything, but Draco hardly cared about such things. To top it all off, his glowing hair offset his brilliant yellow pajamas quite well. Not that he cared. With one last angry sigh, Draco turned on his side, staring absently at the moon now visible through the window. This was going to be a long summer.
Chapter #2 - By Chilled
Disclaimer: I still don't own Draco, Narcissa, or other characters created by J. K. Rowling. And to tell you the truth, that isn't likely to change. So, for now, I'll have to be content with owning the concept of Adara. Or whatever the term is. Well, either way, I'd rather not be sued, and you'd not want to waste your money on me - you'd end up with about 73 cents in pennies. Yeah.
Author's Note: I . ^sob^ . got no reviews. Really, now . reviews keep a girl going. If you've any heart, you'll leave me a review. Criticism and critiques are welcome, as are ideas. Leave me a review, and I'll likely check to see if you've written anything I'd enjoy reading and reviewing. Fare thee well, until next time!
How odd, thought Adara, as she stared at Draco for a moment. He's wearing . well, what is he wearing? A look of disgust at his canary-yellow robes tainted her already smirking face before she turned tail and walked back through the door in which she had entered, leaving the two mothers talking, with Draco beside them. Heading back through the kitchen, she paused at one of the cupboards, fumbling around inside for something.
"Aha!" she exclaimed as she pulled something out of the very back of the cupboard. The outside of the container was dingy-looking, its label smudged beyond readability. Upon unscrewing the lid, however, Adara smiled. Oh, this is going to be too good. Hastily, she screwed the lid back on, and heading out the door to the backyard.
Again scaling the tree in which she had been hiding earlier, Adara took the jar and turned it fully upside-down over the large bucket that she had set on one of the branches. As a large glob of clear, gel-like liquid fell from the container, she nodded, and set to work checking on the rope she had attached. Looping it over and under a few more branches, she climbed higher, set to await her cousin.
"Well, I've heard that it's all the latest fashion in France," commented Narcissa, happily patting Draco's shoulder.
"I still think they're a bit too bright. As if he were hailing a muggle school bus!" replied Jade, Adara's mother.
"That's a bit harsh, don't you think?" replied Narcissa sharply, having clearly flinched at the mention of the word 'muggle'.
"No, actually, I don't, 'Cissy," commented Jade, "Would you care for some tea and crackers?"
"That sounds delightful." Having momentarily forgotten their bickering, Jade and Narcissa made their way into the kitchen, followed by a particularly annoyed eleven year-old boy.
"Mum, I'm going out back now," said Draco, slipping by them to head out into the back yard. "How do they manage to talk about such stupid things?" asked Draco under his breath as he let the screen door slam behind him. Where is the little idiot? he thought to himself, as he briefly glanced around. I don't trust her. Cautiously walking across the lawn, he peered this way and that, trying to spot anything amiss. Not that anything around here is in the right as it is, thought Draco snidely to himself. Them and their stupid muggle ways!
"HEY! SLUG-EATER!" came a shout from up and off to his right. Startled, Draco turned to see who had shouted such an insult at a Malfoy, only to receive a faceful of clear, gelatin-like goop.
"AUGH! I'm gonna kill you!" came the angry shout from Draco as he began clearing the gunk from his eyes. Reaching for the nearest branch, he began to pull himself up and in the direction of his cousin, only to fall backward, his weight snapping the branch he had grabbed.
Laughter erupted from Adara, her body rocking back and forth on the thick limb she was sitting on. And this isn't the best of it, cousin. Just you wait. Finally getting her laughter under control, Adara climbed higher up in the tree, now watching Draco in silence. We've got no brooms, and I know his momma doesn't let him climb the trees at ol' Malfoy Manor. There's no way he can get to me here.
"Dirty, rotten half-blodd," muttered Draco as he picked himself up off of the lush, green grass. "Just you wait, 'ara!" he shouted up at her, shaking his fist in the air. He'd find a way to get her back for that one. Oh, but he'd find a way.
--- Later that night ---
"Adara Elise McLoughlin, you march yourself in here this instant!"
With a groan, Adara shoved the covers of her bed off, and swiveled around to face the door. Aw, dang it all. I've been discovered. Well, twas well worth it, I suppose. Pulling a robe around her pajamas, Adara walked down the hall to a partially-cracked door. Peeking through the opening, Adara quickly saw the reason for the furious tone of her mother's voice. There, standing in the dusky light coming through a nearby window, was Draco. He was glowing.
"Adara, how could you? He's your cousin! You'll be living with him for another two months, so you'd better learn to get along, do you hear me?" Jade paced back and forth in front of her daughter, spilling out an angry speech. "And if I ever catch you doing something like this again, there'll be hell to pay, young lady. Do you understand me?"
Adara swallowed, and nodded slowly. Were it not for the mischievous glint to her eyes, Draco would've believed the whole thing. But there was that one, small exception. As Adara eyed her cousin, she smiled ever-so- sweetly at him. This was only the beginning. First Aidan's Glowbug Serum, next . well, she'd have to think about that one. Glancing once more between her mother, Adara turned tail and headed back to her room. Well, that went better than I thought it would.
I should've known. Why would she've just dropped a bunch of sludge on me? But noooo, she had to use a glowing serum. Fool. I'll get her for this. Draco sat and stewed, occasionally glancing at the mirror across the room. He was glowing, a rather radiant shade of orange. Well, it resembled the color of a ripened mango more than anything, but Draco hardly cared about such things. To top it all off, his glowing hair offset his brilliant yellow pajamas quite well. Not that he cared. With one last angry sigh, Draco turned on his side, staring absently at the moon now visible through the window. This was going to be a long summer.
