Chapter Two: Summer in the Demon Room
A/N: Thanks for reviewing! I actually got more than TWO reviews (praise the Lord!). I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Oh, and sorry for not posting this chapter sooner but my room was being painted. It's 'blue reflection' now! (My Dad has been on a painting craze!)
Reviewers: If you wanted a character, it will appear in the next chapter ('The Quidditch World Cup'). Sorry for not posting them in THIS chapter but it wouldn't work out if I did.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or most of the other characters. I only own the plot. Fudge!
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1:00 p.m. Harry was scheduled to arrive at the Malfoy mansion at 1:30 p.m. Harry quickly stuffed the remainder of his clothes and spare pieces of parchment into his briefcases. The last time Harry went to Malfoy manor was the previous summer. Harry didn't understand why the Malfoys would add more rooms; there were already 20 rooms in the mansion. Harry put a big handful of galleons, knuts, and sickles into a bag and walked downstairs with his suitcases.
"Er, Aunt Petunia? Uncle Vernon?" Harry exclaimed, looking around.
"Yes, Harry?" Aunt Petunia asked from the kitchen. He could smell cookies baking in the oven. Harry walked to the kitchen.
"Well, I'll be leaving in a few minutes," said Harry, taking a brownie from a plate on the kitchen counter. Aunt Petunia was big on cooking, gossiping, and snooping around in other people's business.
"Oh, we'll miss you Harry. Make sure to eat a lot so you don't end up like Dudley," Aunt Petunia said, eyeing Dudley, who was sitting and eating celery sticks. Dudley whimpered, seeing Harry's piercing eyes staring at him.
"Don't worry, Aunt Petunia," Harry said. She handed him a cookie and Harry went into the family room and saw the jewel encrusted vase next to the fireplace. Cornelius Fudge had wired the Dursleys' fireplace to the Flooing Network.
"Bloody hell, boy! Stop eating that rabbit food!" Harry heard Uncle Vernon exclaim at poor ickle Dudders. Harry laughed and took the vase. He took a handful of floo powder from it and threw it into the flames. The fire turned an emerald green color.
"Malfoy Manor!" Harry exclaimed, and off he went . . .
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The next thing he knew, Harry was at the front door of Malfoy Manor. He rang the doorbell and heard footsteps.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Potter. Master Draco has informed me of your stay. Please let me take your bags and I will lead you to Master Draco," said Montgomery (A/N: Why is it that most butlers are ALWAYS named Montgomery?), the Malfoys' butler. Harry gave him his bags and Montgomery leaded him to a lounging area where Draco was sitting down, reading a Quidditch magazine.
"A-hem, Master Draco. Mr. Potter has arrived," said Montgomery, walking away.
"Oh, hey Harry," Draco said, looking up. He got out of his chair and walked over to Harry.
"Hey Draco. Now, where's my birthday present?" Harry asked, grinning wickedly.
"Damn, now WHERE did I put it?" Draco said sarcastically and pointed at a large box on the coffee table. Harry walked over to the table and started roughly opening it. He saw a card on it and read:
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Harry,
Since it's your Birthday (actually, it was last week . . . but, whatever), I got you a good gift. If you send me a Howler, I'll tell everyone at school that you're in love with the Mudblood.
Draco
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"Oh, please. I'll tell everyone that YOU love Granger. I have a stronger influence than you do, Malfoy," Harry said, smirking.
"Well, open it already. The suspense is killing me," Draco said.
"Yeah, I bet," Harry replied, now opening the last layer of paper. Then he saw what was in the box. There were an assortment of Quidditch related gifts. He saw a pass for unlimited Quidditch games for ten years, a few Quidditch books, a set of Quidditch balls, and several vials of liquids. "Er, what's up with the . . . potions?" Harry saw each of them labeled with names like 'Speed' or 'Power'.
"Picked them up at Quality Quidditch Supplies. If you polish your Firebolt with them, they supposedly make your broom better. And, you BETTER use them. They cost me 50 galleons each," Draco said, referring to the ten large vials of potions. "They're called Quidditch Power Potions."
"Yeah, right," Harry said, putting the stuff back into the box.
"Well, anyway, Father got us backstage passes to meet the Quidditch players at the Quidditch World Cup," said Draco. "It's England versus Ireland. Bulgaria didn't get through this year."
"Well, up for a game of Quidditch?" asked Harry.
"Hmm, OK. But, first, don't you want to see the room you'll be staying in?" Draco said, a wicked glint in his eyes.
"Yeah, sure," said Harry and he followed Draco up two flights of stairs. "Your room is far away from the rest of us, in case you want to wank off or something," Draco said.
"Oh, right, thanks," Harry said, rolling his eyes.
"Well, here it is," Draco said, pointing to a door that said on the front in green letters 'Master Harry Potter'.
"Oh, well, I feel so loved," Harry said sarcastically and opened the door. His jaw dropped open. Everything in the room was . . . PINK! All of the sheets were pink, the walls were bright pink, and the carpet was hot pink. There were loads of stuffed animals on the bed.
"Yeah, I told my Mum that you loved pink everything and stuffed animals," Draco said, smirking, "so she decorated it like this. Don't you just love it?" Harry's eyes widened. Draco walked over to the bed and grabbed a big, stuffed bear. It was pink. He handed it to Harry who held it reluctantly.
"It's your new best friend. Now, why don't you make yourself comfy?" Draco said, leaving the room and closing the door. Harry walked over to his bed and saw that it also had flower print pillows with lace.
"Oh, thanks SO much, Draco," Harry muttered, looking at the huge pink bear.
"You're my BEST FRIEND," said the large pink bear, which was grinning like a maniac.
"Oh, fuck off," Harry said, throwing the bear across the room. He heard it exclaim, "I LOVE YOU!" but he ignored it. Harry walked over to his briefcases and bags, the only things not pink beside himself and took his Firebolt out of it. He walked out of his pink room, deciding to call it, 'The Demon Room'. Harry walked down the flights of stairs and out of the hallway and outside into the backyard. It was like he remembered. The backyard was very big and spacious (about 8,000 square feet or so) and there were Quidditch hoops set up. Harry saw Draco on the Quidditch field, which took up about half of the backyard. Harry kicked off the ground as hard as he could and flew up, into the sky. There were Quidditch balls flying all over the Quidditch Pitch.
"Potter! Here! Take a club!" Draco exclaimed, throwing a Beater's club at Harry. He caught it and saw a bludger coming right for him. He hit it hard, in Draco's direction. Draco nearly got bludgeoned by it and sneered.
"That's for making me sleep in 'The Demon Room'!" Harry exclaimed.
"Oh, well, I didn't know that you were attached enough to give it a name, Potter!" Draco exclaimed, flying through the air with the Quaffle. "Excitement." Harry quickly flew over to one side of the Quidditch Pitch where Draco was clearly aiming. Draco threw the Quaffle as hard as he could but Harry caught it and lurched forward, flying as fast as he could to the other side. He quickly flew past Draco and threw the Quaffle into the hoop.
"Oh. Fudge," Draco said.
"Ugh, this is boring," Harry said, and flew down to the ground.
"I KNEW I should've made father invite the Ireland Quidditch team . . ." said Draco, cursing under his breath.
"Yeah, right," said Harry, raising an eyebrow. "er, I'm going to go back to the Demon Room." And, so, Harry left the backyard and rushed through the Malfoy mansion. He walked up the flights of stairs and walked into the Demon Room. He saw the Devil's Spawn on his bed, smiling cheerfully.
"I LOVE YOU," said the huge, pink bear.
"Oh, bug off," Harry said, kicking it off his bed.
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A/N: Next chapter, 'The Quidditch World Cup', where your character (if you reviewed before) will be shown. Make sure to read it to see how you're portrayed! Oh, and, please review! 'Bye!
(Oh, and if you want to have yourself or a character you've made up in my story, feel free to ask . . . but remember, this is for a limited time only . . . hmm, this sounds like a commercial!)
A/N: Thanks for reviewing! I actually got more than TWO reviews (praise the Lord!). I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Oh, and sorry for not posting this chapter sooner but my room was being painted. It's 'blue reflection' now! (My Dad has been on a painting craze!)
Reviewers: If you wanted a character, it will appear in the next chapter ('The Quidditch World Cup'). Sorry for not posting them in THIS chapter but it wouldn't work out if I did.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or most of the other characters. I only own the plot. Fudge!
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1:00 p.m. Harry was scheduled to arrive at the Malfoy mansion at 1:30 p.m. Harry quickly stuffed the remainder of his clothes and spare pieces of parchment into his briefcases. The last time Harry went to Malfoy manor was the previous summer. Harry didn't understand why the Malfoys would add more rooms; there were already 20 rooms in the mansion. Harry put a big handful of galleons, knuts, and sickles into a bag and walked downstairs with his suitcases.
"Er, Aunt Petunia? Uncle Vernon?" Harry exclaimed, looking around.
"Yes, Harry?" Aunt Petunia asked from the kitchen. He could smell cookies baking in the oven. Harry walked to the kitchen.
"Well, I'll be leaving in a few minutes," said Harry, taking a brownie from a plate on the kitchen counter. Aunt Petunia was big on cooking, gossiping, and snooping around in other people's business.
"Oh, we'll miss you Harry. Make sure to eat a lot so you don't end up like Dudley," Aunt Petunia said, eyeing Dudley, who was sitting and eating celery sticks. Dudley whimpered, seeing Harry's piercing eyes staring at him.
"Don't worry, Aunt Petunia," Harry said. She handed him a cookie and Harry went into the family room and saw the jewel encrusted vase next to the fireplace. Cornelius Fudge had wired the Dursleys' fireplace to the Flooing Network.
"Bloody hell, boy! Stop eating that rabbit food!" Harry heard Uncle Vernon exclaim at poor ickle Dudders. Harry laughed and took the vase. He took a handful of floo powder from it and threw it into the flames. The fire turned an emerald green color.
"Malfoy Manor!" Harry exclaimed, and off he went . . .
* * *
The next thing he knew, Harry was at the front door of Malfoy Manor. He rang the doorbell and heard footsteps.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Potter. Master Draco has informed me of your stay. Please let me take your bags and I will lead you to Master Draco," said Montgomery (A/N: Why is it that most butlers are ALWAYS named Montgomery?), the Malfoys' butler. Harry gave him his bags and Montgomery leaded him to a lounging area where Draco was sitting down, reading a Quidditch magazine.
"A-hem, Master Draco. Mr. Potter has arrived," said Montgomery, walking away.
"Oh, hey Harry," Draco said, looking up. He got out of his chair and walked over to Harry.
"Hey Draco. Now, where's my birthday present?" Harry asked, grinning wickedly.
"Damn, now WHERE did I put it?" Draco said sarcastically and pointed at a large box on the coffee table. Harry walked over to the table and started roughly opening it. He saw a card on it and read:
* * *
Harry,
Since it's your Birthday (actually, it was last week . . . but, whatever), I got you a good gift. If you send me a Howler, I'll tell everyone at school that you're in love with the Mudblood.
Draco
* * *
"Oh, please. I'll tell everyone that YOU love Granger. I have a stronger influence than you do, Malfoy," Harry said, smirking.
"Well, open it already. The suspense is killing me," Draco said.
"Yeah, I bet," Harry replied, now opening the last layer of paper. Then he saw what was in the box. There were an assortment of Quidditch related gifts. He saw a pass for unlimited Quidditch games for ten years, a few Quidditch books, a set of Quidditch balls, and several vials of liquids. "Er, what's up with the . . . potions?" Harry saw each of them labeled with names like 'Speed' or 'Power'.
"Picked them up at Quality Quidditch Supplies. If you polish your Firebolt with them, they supposedly make your broom better. And, you BETTER use them. They cost me 50 galleons each," Draco said, referring to the ten large vials of potions. "They're called Quidditch Power Potions."
"Yeah, right," Harry said, putting the stuff back into the box.
"Well, anyway, Father got us backstage passes to meet the Quidditch players at the Quidditch World Cup," said Draco. "It's England versus Ireland. Bulgaria didn't get through this year."
"Well, up for a game of Quidditch?" asked Harry.
"Hmm, OK. But, first, don't you want to see the room you'll be staying in?" Draco said, a wicked glint in his eyes.
"Yeah, sure," said Harry and he followed Draco up two flights of stairs. "Your room is far away from the rest of us, in case you want to wank off or something," Draco said.
"Oh, right, thanks," Harry said, rolling his eyes.
"Well, here it is," Draco said, pointing to a door that said on the front in green letters 'Master Harry Potter'.
"Oh, well, I feel so loved," Harry said sarcastically and opened the door. His jaw dropped open. Everything in the room was . . . PINK! All of the sheets were pink, the walls were bright pink, and the carpet was hot pink. There were loads of stuffed animals on the bed.
"Yeah, I told my Mum that you loved pink everything and stuffed animals," Draco said, smirking, "so she decorated it like this. Don't you just love it?" Harry's eyes widened. Draco walked over to the bed and grabbed a big, stuffed bear. It was pink. He handed it to Harry who held it reluctantly.
"It's your new best friend. Now, why don't you make yourself comfy?" Draco said, leaving the room and closing the door. Harry walked over to his bed and saw that it also had flower print pillows with lace.
"Oh, thanks SO much, Draco," Harry muttered, looking at the huge pink bear.
"You're my BEST FRIEND," said the large pink bear, which was grinning like a maniac.
"Oh, fuck off," Harry said, throwing the bear across the room. He heard it exclaim, "I LOVE YOU!" but he ignored it. Harry walked over to his briefcases and bags, the only things not pink beside himself and took his Firebolt out of it. He walked out of his pink room, deciding to call it, 'The Demon Room'. Harry walked down the flights of stairs and out of the hallway and outside into the backyard. It was like he remembered. The backyard was very big and spacious (about 8,000 square feet or so) and there were Quidditch hoops set up. Harry saw Draco on the Quidditch field, which took up about half of the backyard. Harry kicked off the ground as hard as he could and flew up, into the sky. There were Quidditch balls flying all over the Quidditch Pitch.
"Potter! Here! Take a club!" Draco exclaimed, throwing a Beater's club at Harry. He caught it and saw a bludger coming right for him. He hit it hard, in Draco's direction. Draco nearly got bludgeoned by it and sneered.
"That's for making me sleep in 'The Demon Room'!" Harry exclaimed.
"Oh, well, I didn't know that you were attached enough to give it a name, Potter!" Draco exclaimed, flying through the air with the Quaffle. "Excitement." Harry quickly flew over to one side of the Quidditch Pitch where Draco was clearly aiming. Draco threw the Quaffle as hard as he could but Harry caught it and lurched forward, flying as fast as he could to the other side. He quickly flew past Draco and threw the Quaffle into the hoop.
"Oh. Fudge," Draco said.
"Ugh, this is boring," Harry said, and flew down to the ground.
"I KNEW I should've made father invite the Ireland Quidditch team . . ." said Draco, cursing under his breath.
"Yeah, right," said Harry, raising an eyebrow. "er, I'm going to go back to the Demon Room." And, so, Harry left the backyard and rushed through the Malfoy mansion. He walked up the flights of stairs and walked into the Demon Room. He saw the Devil's Spawn on his bed, smiling cheerfully.
"I LOVE YOU," said the huge, pink bear.
"Oh, bug off," Harry said, kicking it off his bed.
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A/N: Next chapter, 'The Quidditch World Cup', where your character (if you reviewed before) will be shown. Make sure to read it to see how you're portrayed! Oh, and, please review! 'Bye!
(Oh, and if you want to have yourself or a character you've made up in my story, feel free to ask . . . but remember, this is for a limited time only . . . hmm, this sounds like a commercial!)