A/N: Okay I've made a new way to show they are thinking ' is thinking and
"is talking. Okay? Cool. And for the whole 'secrets behind the chamber'
thing, that was under my other name so you guys wouldn't have read it. If
you want to read it just search under 'Lizzie Malfoy. " Anyway here 's
chapter 2.
Disclaimer: I already told you I'm not writing 'I do not own anything but the plot.' Oops, I already did. Damn it!
Chapter 2:
Draco's POV
Draco Malfoy was rushing around his oversized mansion looking for a pot of Floo Powder. He was already 20 minutes late and counting. He had searched each of the 47 rooms in the manor not including the dungeons or his father's office. No one would help him. His mother was asleep and his father didn't give a damn.
"Kreacher" he finally yelled at the top of his lungs. At once the house-elf appeared.
"Yes, Yes. Young master Malfoy." He mumbled
"Where is the Floo Powder?"
"It's in the master's office."
"Well, go get it then."
"Yes, yes. Kreacher will go get it."
About 3 minutes had passed when Kreacher slumped into the room handing Draco the Floo Powder.
"You may go now" Draco ordered. Once the house-elf left the room Draco took a pinch of the powder and stepped into the fireplace. "Diagon Alley!"
The flames turned a vibrant shade of green and Draco plummeted out of his fireplace. He swirled around until he had reached the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron. Draco peered around the room until he found a small huddle of Hogwarts student playing a game of snap. The Creevey brothers and Luna Lovegood were staring at him in horror. Two witches had their backs to him. One looked as if she was the counselor and the other was his age but he didn't recognize her.
' Wow, she's hot' he thought as he surveyed her. She was about 5'6, with strait shoulder length brown hair. (a/n she straightened it for any hot Italian guys she might meet) She was wearing low-ride jeans and a pink tank top. 'I wonder who she is.'
Draco stepped up to the table. The brown haired girl turned around to see who had arrived. She had been standing up while playing and bumped him with her shoulder.
"Sorry" he said quickly before realizing whom it was. Once Draco had got a clearer look he was disgusted with himself. He had just said 'sorry' to Hermione Granger.
Hermione's POV
"Sorry" Draco said then scowled at her. "Oh, I thought this was wizarding camp not mudblood camp."
"I'm guessing you're Draco" Cassi had just turned around " I'm Miss Cassi Sassanelli, your counselor. You should be glad we aren't on campgrounds or you would have bathroom cleanup for a week. Anyway, we are already late lets go."
"How are we getting there" Dennis asked
"We will take a portkey." Cassi answered.
'Oh great!' thought Hermione sarcastically. 'First Malfoy shows and up now I'm gonna puke of dizziness.'
The group followed Cassi out of the Leaky Cauldron and on to the streets of Diagon Alley. They walked down the cobblestone road until they reached Gringotts bank. Next to the entrance sat an old rusty paint can.
"There it is." Cassi pointed at the can. "That's the portkey."
Everybody started to complain. It was either 'I'll get sick' or 'I don't want rust all over me'. But in the end, even Malfoy agreed. Cassi held up the can and each camper put a finger on it.
"Only a few more seconds" Cassi told them "3.2.1."
The very second she said one the portkey lurched and they were thrown into the air. They spun and spun until they landed with a thud right outside the camp gates. Cassi walked up to the gates, mumbled something, and pulled on some kind of handle. Instantly the gates flew open and Cassi motioned for them to follow.
As they walked in they were greeted by a crowed of Italian witches and wizards, between the ages of 14 and 17. They were standing in 8 large huddles in front of the stage. Each group had about ten campers within them.
'Maybe this might not be so bad' Hermione thought. 'I mean if I stay away from Malfoy this could be quite enjoyable.'
"Welcome" said a man with a very strong Italian accent "We have already sorted the others into groups. Now once we sort you into your groups a camp counselor will explain the rules."
"Lovegood, Creevey, and Creevey you will be in group 2."
'Damn it' Hermione thought. She looked over at Malfoy. He had a cocky smirk on his face. ' Why is he smirking? He knows what's coming up.'
"Malfoy, Granger group 3."
a/n Okay, I know it's kinda short and it took a while but I had a slumber party at my house so for the past 3 days I've been getting ready, having it, and cleaning up so please excuse the delay.
Disclaimer: I already told you I'm not writing 'I do not own anything but the plot.' Oops, I already did. Damn it!
Chapter 2:
Draco's POV
Draco Malfoy was rushing around his oversized mansion looking for a pot of Floo Powder. He was already 20 minutes late and counting. He had searched each of the 47 rooms in the manor not including the dungeons or his father's office. No one would help him. His mother was asleep and his father didn't give a damn.
"Kreacher" he finally yelled at the top of his lungs. At once the house-elf appeared.
"Yes, Yes. Young master Malfoy." He mumbled
"Where is the Floo Powder?"
"It's in the master's office."
"Well, go get it then."
"Yes, yes. Kreacher will go get it."
About 3 minutes had passed when Kreacher slumped into the room handing Draco the Floo Powder.
"You may go now" Draco ordered. Once the house-elf left the room Draco took a pinch of the powder and stepped into the fireplace. "Diagon Alley!"
The flames turned a vibrant shade of green and Draco plummeted out of his fireplace. He swirled around until he had reached the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron. Draco peered around the room until he found a small huddle of Hogwarts student playing a game of snap. The Creevey brothers and Luna Lovegood were staring at him in horror. Two witches had their backs to him. One looked as if she was the counselor and the other was his age but he didn't recognize her.
' Wow, she's hot' he thought as he surveyed her. She was about 5'6, with strait shoulder length brown hair. (a/n she straightened it for any hot Italian guys she might meet) She was wearing low-ride jeans and a pink tank top. 'I wonder who she is.'
Draco stepped up to the table. The brown haired girl turned around to see who had arrived. She had been standing up while playing and bumped him with her shoulder.
"Sorry" he said quickly before realizing whom it was. Once Draco had got a clearer look he was disgusted with himself. He had just said 'sorry' to Hermione Granger.
Hermione's POV
"Sorry" Draco said then scowled at her. "Oh, I thought this was wizarding camp not mudblood camp."
"I'm guessing you're Draco" Cassi had just turned around " I'm Miss Cassi Sassanelli, your counselor. You should be glad we aren't on campgrounds or you would have bathroom cleanup for a week. Anyway, we are already late lets go."
"How are we getting there" Dennis asked
"We will take a portkey." Cassi answered.
'Oh great!' thought Hermione sarcastically. 'First Malfoy shows and up now I'm gonna puke of dizziness.'
The group followed Cassi out of the Leaky Cauldron and on to the streets of Diagon Alley. They walked down the cobblestone road until they reached Gringotts bank. Next to the entrance sat an old rusty paint can.
"There it is." Cassi pointed at the can. "That's the portkey."
Everybody started to complain. It was either 'I'll get sick' or 'I don't want rust all over me'. But in the end, even Malfoy agreed. Cassi held up the can and each camper put a finger on it.
"Only a few more seconds" Cassi told them "3.2.1."
The very second she said one the portkey lurched and they were thrown into the air. They spun and spun until they landed with a thud right outside the camp gates. Cassi walked up to the gates, mumbled something, and pulled on some kind of handle. Instantly the gates flew open and Cassi motioned for them to follow.
As they walked in they were greeted by a crowed of Italian witches and wizards, between the ages of 14 and 17. They were standing in 8 large huddles in front of the stage. Each group had about ten campers within them.
'Maybe this might not be so bad' Hermione thought. 'I mean if I stay away from Malfoy this could be quite enjoyable.'
"Welcome" said a man with a very strong Italian accent "We have already sorted the others into groups. Now once we sort you into your groups a camp counselor will explain the rules."
"Lovegood, Creevey, and Creevey you will be in group 2."
'Damn it' Hermione thought. She looked over at Malfoy. He had a cocky smirk on his face. ' Why is he smirking? He knows what's coming up.'
"Malfoy, Granger group 3."
a/n Okay, I know it's kinda short and it took a while but I had a slumber party at my house so for the past 3 days I've been getting ready, having it, and cleaning up so please excuse the delay.