A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers.. Yea.. Thanks! In my opinion, the chapters are too short and there are too many feeble attempts at humor, but.. You know.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Lucy.. Oh. And the plot. But I'll have you know its totally OOC for J.K.'s characters. So don't flame me about OOC because I know. Mmk? MMK!
Noise seemed to cease to exist as the group pulled into the Malfoy Manors long and slightly curvy driveway. Even Lucy, who was a year below Draco and had only seen him on some occasions, (Ginny had, only because she was a Weasley, become, 'acquainted' to him,) was quiet, as she knew, from Ginny, how nasty he was.
They had thought about somehow communicating with him before they, a bunch of Gryffindors, pulled nonchalantly into the Malfoy's driveway, but thought it best not to. It would be harder for Draco to turn them down if they were in his driveway, seat open for him and all. Or, at least, that's what Hermione had reasoned. But actually, Hermione knew that if they contacted him, she would probably be the one to do it. "Oh, hi, Malfoy. Apart from talking to you, we're coming to your house to pick you up for a road trip. Yes, everythings alright, and no, my parents didn't kill themselves. See you soon!'
How bloody NORMAL.
They piled out of the car when they reached the 2 story, white stone house. It was smaller than they would have expected, yet definitely bigger than the average house.
"Right." Ginny said. "You first, Harry, go on!"
"Me?!" Harry sputtered. "This was all YOUR brilliant idea."
"Well I vote Hermione goes first." Ron piped in.
"Ron. I'm a muggle born." She informed him.
"Well then, Ron, you go first." Ginny suggested willingly.
"Right." Lucy put in. "I'll go first."
They were all rather proud of themselves for finding a leader, even though in fact, they had done nothing, and were approaching the door when it flung open and there stood Draco, tall, lean, and blonde.
"What are you all doing here?" He demanded.
"Umm.. Well.. You see.. K-k..kind sir.." Lucy began akwardly.
Hermione made a disgusted noise in the back of her throat. "Malfoy, we're here to invite you on a road trip."
"A what?" he inquired.
"Road trip." She said, when no one else did. "You know.. Traveling all over the country.. In a car.. With your friends.."
"I don't see Crabbe and Goyle around anywhere." Draco said, looking around as if he actually believed they were there.
"Sweet Lord, Malfoy, what do we have to do?" Hermione screeched. "What kind of 'friends' are they, anyway? About as smart as blocks, they are. At least try it out! If you don't like it, you can always run home to your mummy."
Draco stared at her. "I'll go pack."
"I'll come with you."
"Oh no, you won't."
"Come on, Malfoy. You need the help of an organized peer."
"I'm not letting you help me pack my bloody underwear." Draco snapped.
"Right.. On second thought, Harry looks a little pale.. I'll just be checking his temperature.. You run along now." Hermione said quickly. "And we aren't going anywhere until you're back!" She called after him, just to make sure he wouldn't leave the country. With that, she scurried over to the group, who had, conveniently, backed up slowly to the car while she talked.
"Alright, he's coming. Pile in."
Pile in they did. They left the right space in the back open for him. Hermione sat in the middle and Ginny sat on the left. They waited.. And waited.. And waited.. Hermione had just gotten out of the car to check if he was still, you know, living, when he opened the door with a huge trunk and a smaller trunk balanced on top of it.
"I hope you brought some muggle clothes." Hermione put in helpfully, popping the trunk.
"Are you insane? I'm Draco Malfoy." He said readily.
"Well then, I hope you have money because a shopping trip is in your future." she said.
"Of course."
"What's in here? Looks like a makeup bag.." Hermione said curiously.
"Uh.. Hair care products." Draco said.
"You are one odd ball."
Draco shrugged. Hermione climbed in the car and Draco climbed in behind her, muttering constantly about how he was surely above the back seat. Introductions were made to Lucy, and a conversation was started up. One in which Malfoy did not participate readily in. Hermione started one with him instead.
"So.. How'd your parents take it?"
"Like I'd tell them. 'Oh, mom, dad, I'm growing up to be everything you wanted! I'm going on a road trip with a bunch of Weasleys, mud..Muggle borns, and Gryffindors. Bye!' Yea, right." Draco said sarcastically.
"Oh.. So they don't know?" Hermione asked.
"For all they know, I'm at Crabbes." Draco said. With that, he turned his head to look out the window, indicating their conversation was over.
'This is going to be a long night.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Lucy.. Oh. And the plot. But I'll have you know its totally OOC for J.K.'s characters. So don't flame me about OOC because I know. Mmk? MMK!
Noise seemed to cease to exist as the group pulled into the Malfoy Manors long and slightly curvy driveway. Even Lucy, who was a year below Draco and had only seen him on some occasions, (Ginny had, only because she was a Weasley, become, 'acquainted' to him,) was quiet, as she knew, from Ginny, how nasty he was.
They had thought about somehow communicating with him before they, a bunch of Gryffindors, pulled nonchalantly into the Malfoy's driveway, but thought it best not to. It would be harder for Draco to turn them down if they were in his driveway, seat open for him and all. Or, at least, that's what Hermione had reasoned. But actually, Hermione knew that if they contacted him, she would probably be the one to do it. "Oh, hi, Malfoy. Apart from talking to you, we're coming to your house to pick you up for a road trip. Yes, everythings alright, and no, my parents didn't kill themselves. See you soon!'
How bloody NORMAL.
They piled out of the car when they reached the 2 story, white stone house. It was smaller than they would have expected, yet definitely bigger than the average house.
"Right." Ginny said. "You first, Harry, go on!"
"Me?!" Harry sputtered. "This was all YOUR brilliant idea."
"Well I vote Hermione goes first." Ron piped in.
"Ron. I'm a muggle born." She informed him.
"Well then, Ron, you go first." Ginny suggested willingly.
"Right." Lucy put in. "I'll go first."
They were all rather proud of themselves for finding a leader, even though in fact, they had done nothing, and were approaching the door when it flung open and there stood Draco, tall, lean, and blonde.
"What are you all doing here?" He demanded.
"Umm.. Well.. You see.. K-k..kind sir.." Lucy began akwardly.
Hermione made a disgusted noise in the back of her throat. "Malfoy, we're here to invite you on a road trip."
"A what?" he inquired.
"Road trip." She said, when no one else did. "You know.. Traveling all over the country.. In a car.. With your friends.."
"I don't see Crabbe and Goyle around anywhere." Draco said, looking around as if he actually believed they were there.
"Sweet Lord, Malfoy, what do we have to do?" Hermione screeched. "What kind of 'friends' are they, anyway? About as smart as blocks, they are. At least try it out! If you don't like it, you can always run home to your mummy."
Draco stared at her. "I'll go pack."
"I'll come with you."
"Oh no, you won't."
"Come on, Malfoy. You need the help of an organized peer."
"I'm not letting you help me pack my bloody underwear." Draco snapped.
"Right.. On second thought, Harry looks a little pale.. I'll just be checking his temperature.. You run along now." Hermione said quickly. "And we aren't going anywhere until you're back!" She called after him, just to make sure he wouldn't leave the country. With that, she scurried over to the group, who had, conveniently, backed up slowly to the car while she talked.
"Alright, he's coming. Pile in."
Pile in they did. They left the right space in the back open for him. Hermione sat in the middle and Ginny sat on the left. They waited.. And waited.. And waited.. Hermione had just gotten out of the car to check if he was still, you know, living, when he opened the door with a huge trunk and a smaller trunk balanced on top of it.
"I hope you brought some muggle clothes." Hermione put in helpfully, popping the trunk.
"Are you insane? I'm Draco Malfoy." He said readily.
"Well then, I hope you have money because a shopping trip is in your future." she said.
"Of course."
"What's in here? Looks like a makeup bag.." Hermione said curiously.
"Uh.. Hair care products." Draco said.
"You are one odd ball."
Draco shrugged. Hermione climbed in the car and Draco climbed in behind her, muttering constantly about how he was surely above the back seat. Introductions were made to Lucy, and a conversation was started up. One in which Malfoy did not participate readily in. Hermione started one with him instead.
"So.. How'd your parents take it?"
"Like I'd tell them. 'Oh, mom, dad, I'm growing up to be everything you wanted! I'm going on a road trip with a bunch of Weasleys, mud..Muggle borns, and Gryffindors. Bye!' Yea, right." Draco said sarcastically.
"Oh.. So they don't know?" Hermione asked.
"For all they know, I'm at Crabbes." Draco said. With that, he turned his head to look out the window, indicating their conversation was over.
'This is going to be a long night.