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PART 3: SPECIAL PEOPLE
Harry, reluctantly, entered the room after Draco. It appeared to be a very lavish place with many gold and silver plated things, especially mirrors. Then, what more can you expect from Draco Malfoy.
"Knock, knock!" chimed a cheerful Scottish voice.
Draco and Harry turned to see an elderly, but extremely youthful looking man standing in the entryway. He was dressed in a plaid kilt, brown leather penny loafers with black knee socks, a plaid shirt that contrasted wildly with the kilt, and a simple gray sweater vest. In his hands, he held a steaming plate covered with a blue and white-checkered cloth.
"Long time no see, Harry!"
"No way. Wood! Oliver Wood! That can't possibly be you. you look the exact same way you did when we were in school! Except for the hair. and the kilt!" blurted an amazed Harry.
"Oh your too kind," blushed Wood, taking his free hand and tussling his silverery gray hair, "well, the moment I heard that you were going to be our new neighbor, I figured I should make you a 'welcome' present. um may I come in?" he asked, gesturing toward the plate.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. The sooner you come in, the sooner you can get out." Draco muttered turning off the TV.
Wood walked in at a brisk pace, and set the plate down on a circular wooden table.
"Holy crap! Is this table Amish made!" gasped Harry, stroking the lacquered table.
"Why yes it is, Potter, it is Amish made, and it was imported from a distant land overseas known as 'Ohio'!" said Draco with great importants.
"Those Amish fellers are scary." shuddered Wood, "Anyway," he tore the cloth away from the plate, "and I made this scrumptious banana nut bread for you Harry, made with love, fresh from the oven!"
A cute little loaf of steaming hot banana nut bread with a drizzle of powdered sugar on it sat on a flowery plate. A tantalizing aroma wafted through the room.
"Oh thank you so much Wood, it looks beautiful, but, there's just one little problem, though."
"What is it, Harry?"
"I. I can't chew the nuts with my dentures." Harry looked down at the floor, crying a little as he stated this.
"Ha, ha weakling!" Draco sneered.
"That's ok, buddy, I'll just remove those for you."
Wood's wand appeared in his hand. He whispered a spell under his breath, and with a poof, the nuts were gone.
"You idiot! You know perfectly well that we're not supposed to use magic at our age!" lectured Draco, "We have to do everything the. the. 'Muggle Way'!"
"Oopsies, I must have forgotten," said Wood hiding his wand, "At least now you have 'special' banana bread. You know what I always say. 'Special banana bread for special people'! Well, I'll be leaving you two now. gotta go stick a tooth pick in Snape's pineapple upside down cake."
Wood turned on a dime and pranced out the door, his kilt swishing with his motions.
"Sit down, Potter." ordered Draco.
Harry pulled out one of the skillfully handcrafted, Amish chairs and sat, as Draco pulled a large, bread-cutting knife from a drawer. He glided back to the table, and he started to slice Wood's gift. After he finished slicing, Draco positioned his hover chair across the table from Harry, his pale eyes drilling into Harry's head.
"Well, aren't you going to eat it? I assure you that it isn't poisoned. Wood happens to be the best cook I know.
"Wow that is so unlike you to give somebody a compliment, Malfoy." said Harry, taking a nibble of banana bread, "Mmmm, this is pretty damn good. uhhhh do. do you want some?"
"Don't mind if I do, Potter." Draco took a piece, tore it into littler pieces, and popped them one by one into his mouth.
"By the way, Malfoy, you don't have to keep calling me 'Potter', you can call me 'Harry'."
"Fine. and I wish people would stop calling me 'Malfoy'. I've always hated how people address me by my last name. So, don't do it!" snarled Draco.
"Ok.Draco. Maybe. possibly. we can make this whole 'roommate' thing work, it will be hard, but, maybe."
"Yeah. maybe. whatever. just pass the damn banana bread, H. Har.Harry!"
PART 3: SPECIAL PEOPLE
Harry, reluctantly, entered the room after Draco. It appeared to be a very lavish place with many gold and silver plated things, especially mirrors. Then, what more can you expect from Draco Malfoy.
"Knock, knock!" chimed a cheerful Scottish voice.
Draco and Harry turned to see an elderly, but extremely youthful looking man standing in the entryway. He was dressed in a plaid kilt, brown leather penny loafers with black knee socks, a plaid shirt that contrasted wildly with the kilt, and a simple gray sweater vest. In his hands, he held a steaming plate covered with a blue and white-checkered cloth.
"Long time no see, Harry!"
"No way. Wood! Oliver Wood! That can't possibly be you. you look the exact same way you did when we were in school! Except for the hair. and the kilt!" blurted an amazed Harry.
"Oh your too kind," blushed Wood, taking his free hand and tussling his silverery gray hair, "well, the moment I heard that you were going to be our new neighbor, I figured I should make you a 'welcome' present. um may I come in?" he asked, gesturing toward the plate.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. The sooner you come in, the sooner you can get out." Draco muttered turning off the TV.
Wood walked in at a brisk pace, and set the plate down on a circular wooden table.
"Holy crap! Is this table Amish made!" gasped Harry, stroking the lacquered table.
"Why yes it is, Potter, it is Amish made, and it was imported from a distant land overseas known as 'Ohio'!" said Draco with great importants.
"Those Amish fellers are scary." shuddered Wood, "Anyway," he tore the cloth away from the plate, "and I made this scrumptious banana nut bread for you Harry, made with love, fresh from the oven!"
A cute little loaf of steaming hot banana nut bread with a drizzle of powdered sugar on it sat on a flowery plate. A tantalizing aroma wafted through the room.
"Oh thank you so much Wood, it looks beautiful, but, there's just one little problem, though."
"What is it, Harry?"
"I. I can't chew the nuts with my dentures." Harry looked down at the floor, crying a little as he stated this.
"Ha, ha weakling!" Draco sneered.
"That's ok, buddy, I'll just remove those for you."
Wood's wand appeared in his hand. He whispered a spell under his breath, and with a poof, the nuts were gone.
"You idiot! You know perfectly well that we're not supposed to use magic at our age!" lectured Draco, "We have to do everything the. the. 'Muggle Way'!"
"Oopsies, I must have forgotten," said Wood hiding his wand, "At least now you have 'special' banana bread. You know what I always say. 'Special banana bread for special people'! Well, I'll be leaving you two now. gotta go stick a tooth pick in Snape's pineapple upside down cake."
Wood turned on a dime and pranced out the door, his kilt swishing with his motions.
"Sit down, Potter." ordered Draco.
Harry pulled out one of the skillfully handcrafted, Amish chairs and sat, as Draco pulled a large, bread-cutting knife from a drawer. He glided back to the table, and he started to slice Wood's gift. After he finished slicing, Draco positioned his hover chair across the table from Harry, his pale eyes drilling into Harry's head.
"Well, aren't you going to eat it? I assure you that it isn't poisoned. Wood happens to be the best cook I know.
"Wow that is so unlike you to give somebody a compliment, Malfoy." said Harry, taking a nibble of banana bread, "Mmmm, this is pretty damn good. uhhhh do. do you want some?"
"Don't mind if I do, Potter." Draco took a piece, tore it into littler pieces, and popped them one by one into his mouth.
"By the way, Malfoy, you don't have to keep calling me 'Potter', you can call me 'Harry'."
"Fine. and I wish people would stop calling me 'Malfoy'. I've always hated how people address me by my last name. So, don't do it!" snarled Draco.
"Ok.Draco. Maybe. possibly. we can make this whole 'roommate' thing work, it will be hard, but, maybe."
"Yeah. maybe. whatever. just pass the damn banana bread, H. Har.Harry!"