AN: Just so you all know...the *'s mean that it's supposed to be
italicized, okay? I can't find a way to italicize words...crap.
Part Three...
*Father and Mother
Just so you know, I'm at the Weasley's shack. I hope you're pleased. I'm being forced to sleep in a cot and live like a peasant. Come and get me now.
-Draco*
Draco tied the letter to Errol's leg and took him to the window. "You damned well better get this to my father soon, you ruddy bird." He said, and let the owl fly out of the open window.
Just minutes later, Draco was walking down the hall towards Ron's room, where he was planning on wallowing in until his father arrived to take him home, but he stopped when he heard voices coming from through a closed door.
"Arthur, he *can't* stay all summer!" Mrs. Weasley said.
"Molly dear, his father and mother have gone without any explanation," Mr. Weasley said, "Nobody knows where they are, or when they'll be coming back. What are we supposed to do? Send the boy to some Muggle summer camp?"
"What do you mean no one knows where they are? You told him that his parents were in Romania...you lied to the boy."
"Well, what was I supposed to tell him, Molly? 'Sorry, Draco, but no one seems to know where your mother and father have gone. Seems they just up and left you. But don't worry, I'm sure they'll be back by next summer holiday.' I couldn't tell him that. I can't worry him about this."
"He needs to know, Arthur." Mrs. Weasley said quietly.
"No he doesn't," Mr. Weasley said, his voice tone matching his wives, "His father could be up to dark stuff, and Draco doesn't need to know about it. And it's not our place to butt in."
Mrs. Weasley sighed. "Well you know that none of the children get along. It's going to be pure chaos."
"Well they're going to have to learn to set aside their differences and get along, because this is going to be a long two months."
"What are you doing?" Ginny's voice caused Draco to jump. He turned to face her. She'd gotten quite a bit taller since he's last been so close to her.
"That's none of your concern, Weasel." He said rudely.
Ginny narrowed her eyes at Draco and said, "You've been listening in on my parents conversation, haven't you? This is their room. Well...what did they say?"
"Nothing that's any of your business." Draco said, pushing past Ginny to get to Ron's room. He pushed open the door and walked inside.
"Thanks a *ton* for knocking." Ron said sarcastically, not looking up from the Quidditch magazine he was reading.
"Look, Weasley...this is my room now too, since you people are too poor to afford a guest room, " He said, closing the door behind him, "So I'll be coming and going when I damn well please."
Ron shrugged. "One of these days you're going to see something you're not going to like."
Draco rolled his eyes and walked to his bed as he said, "I already have to see your face, Weasley...I'm sure *that* can't be much worse."
"Whatever you say, Malfoy...Whatever you say."
"Ron, Ginny, George, Fred, Draco! Come downstairs! Dinner's ready!"
Draco had been sitting upstairs with Ron for almost two hours. They hadn't said much to each other. They had a short argument about the Chudley Cannons. (Ron worshipped them. Draco thought they sucked.) After that, Ron continued to look through his magazine and read the newspaper. Draco lied down and silently cursed his father.
Ron jumped out of his bed when his mother called, but Draco stayed on his bed. "Aren't you going to come down?" Ron asked him.
"I'd rather starve than eat what you people do...Which is what? Dog food? I'm just going to stay here."
Ron didn't seem too upset at Draco's comment. "More for me..." He said.
"I'm sure you'll love that," Draco said with a sour smile, "You're family is so poor that the little extra food that your mother made will be a Godsend."
"Go fuck yourself..." Ron said leaving his room.
Draco laughed. He was loving riling up Weasley. He was such an easy target. There was so much wrong with him and his family that he could always find something to pick on.
*Nothing to do, nothing to do...* He thought, sitting up. If he was at home, he would just be coming in from taking a long ride on his broom. *I'll take a ride tomorrow,* He told himself, glancing over at his broom which was leaning against the wall. *A long ride...I'll be gone all day.*
Draco noticed a copy of *The Daily Prophet* sitting on Ron's bedside table. Too lazy to get up, he began to lean over in his bed, reaching out his arm to get to it. Four more inches and then he could grab it...three more...
"Malfoy!"
The sudden call of his name startled him, and he toppled over off the bed. He narrowly missed hitting his head on the table as he fell to the floor, landing on his arm.
"Holy fuck!" He said, rolling onto his back.
"What are you doing on the floor?" Ginny asked him when she appeared in the doorway.
Draco turned his head so that he was looking at her. "Thanks to *you*," He said angrily, "I have fallen and hurt my arm. I may have to sue."
Ginny rolled her eyes and walked over to him. "Let me see your arm." She said, kneeling down next to him.
Draco held his arm away from her and sat up. "No way! You'll just do more damage to it." He said.
"Oh, I'm not going to hurt you!" Ginny insisted, "I just want to make sure it's not broken."
"Fine..." Draco allowed Ginny to take his arm, which he had bent towards him.
"Okay...does this hurt?" She asked him, and began to bed his arm forward.
"Shit! Yes!" He yelled, pulling his arm from Ginny's grasp.
"I think you should go see my Mum. She can help that." Ginny suggested.
"I'm fine," Draco said, pushing himself up with his other arm. "Just...go."
"Well, Dad wanted me to come up and ask you if you're hungry." Ginny said, also standing up.
Draco fell back onto his bed. "I'm not," He told her, "Now leave me alone, Weasel."
Ginny sighed. "Just come down if you get hungry." She told him as she walked out of the room.
Draco watched her as she left the room. He placed his hand on his arm where Ginny had touched him.
*Sick,* he thought, *the weasel touched me.*
Part Three...
*Father and Mother
Just so you know, I'm at the Weasley's shack. I hope you're pleased. I'm being forced to sleep in a cot and live like a peasant. Come and get me now.
-Draco*
Draco tied the letter to Errol's leg and took him to the window. "You damned well better get this to my father soon, you ruddy bird." He said, and let the owl fly out of the open window.
Just minutes later, Draco was walking down the hall towards Ron's room, where he was planning on wallowing in until his father arrived to take him home, but he stopped when he heard voices coming from through a closed door.
"Arthur, he *can't* stay all summer!" Mrs. Weasley said.
"Molly dear, his father and mother have gone without any explanation," Mr. Weasley said, "Nobody knows where they are, or when they'll be coming back. What are we supposed to do? Send the boy to some Muggle summer camp?"
"What do you mean no one knows where they are? You told him that his parents were in Romania...you lied to the boy."
"Well, what was I supposed to tell him, Molly? 'Sorry, Draco, but no one seems to know where your mother and father have gone. Seems they just up and left you. But don't worry, I'm sure they'll be back by next summer holiday.' I couldn't tell him that. I can't worry him about this."
"He needs to know, Arthur." Mrs. Weasley said quietly.
"No he doesn't," Mr. Weasley said, his voice tone matching his wives, "His father could be up to dark stuff, and Draco doesn't need to know about it. And it's not our place to butt in."
Mrs. Weasley sighed. "Well you know that none of the children get along. It's going to be pure chaos."
"Well they're going to have to learn to set aside their differences and get along, because this is going to be a long two months."
"What are you doing?" Ginny's voice caused Draco to jump. He turned to face her. She'd gotten quite a bit taller since he's last been so close to her.
"That's none of your concern, Weasel." He said rudely.
Ginny narrowed her eyes at Draco and said, "You've been listening in on my parents conversation, haven't you? This is their room. Well...what did they say?"
"Nothing that's any of your business." Draco said, pushing past Ginny to get to Ron's room. He pushed open the door and walked inside.
"Thanks a *ton* for knocking." Ron said sarcastically, not looking up from the Quidditch magazine he was reading.
"Look, Weasley...this is my room now too, since you people are too poor to afford a guest room, " He said, closing the door behind him, "So I'll be coming and going when I damn well please."
Ron shrugged. "One of these days you're going to see something you're not going to like."
Draco rolled his eyes and walked to his bed as he said, "I already have to see your face, Weasley...I'm sure *that* can't be much worse."
"Whatever you say, Malfoy...Whatever you say."
"Ron, Ginny, George, Fred, Draco! Come downstairs! Dinner's ready!"
Draco had been sitting upstairs with Ron for almost two hours. They hadn't said much to each other. They had a short argument about the Chudley Cannons. (Ron worshipped them. Draco thought they sucked.) After that, Ron continued to look through his magazine and read the newspaper. Draco lied down and silently cursed his father.
Ron jumped out of his bed when his mother called, but Draco stayed on his bed. "Aren't you going to come down?" Ron asked him.
"I'd rather starve than eat what you people do...Which is what? Dog food? I'm just going to stay here."
Ron didn't seem too upset at Draco's comment. "More for me..." He said.
"I'm sure you'll love that," Draco said with a sour smile, "You're family is so poor that the little extra food that your mother made will be a Godsend."
"Go fuck yourself..." Ron said leaving his room.
Draco laughed. He was loving riling up Weasley. He was such an easy target. There was so much wrong with him and his family that he could always find something to pick on.
*Nothing to do, nothing to do...* He thought, sitting up. If he was at home, he would just be coming in from taking a long ride on his broom. *I'll take a ride tomorrow,* He told himself, glancing over at his broom which was leaning against the wall. *A long ride...I'll be gone all day.*
Draco noticed a copy of *The Daily Prophet* sitting on Ron's bedside table. Too lazy to get up, he began to lean over in his bed, reaching out his arm to get to it. Four more inches and then he could grab it...three more...
"Malfoy!"
The sudden call of his name startled him, and he toppled over off the bed. He narrowly missed hitting his head on the table as he fell to the floor, landing on his arm.
"Holy fuck!" He said, rolling onto his back.
"What are you doing on the floor?" Ginny asked him when she appeared in the doorway.
Draco turned his head so that he was looking at her. "Thanks to *you*," He said angrily, "I have fallen and hurt my arm. I may have to sue."
Ginny rolled her eyes and walked over to him. "Let me see your arm." She said, kneeling down next to him.
Draco held his arm away from her and sat up. "No way! You'll just do more damage to it." He said.
"Oh, I'm not going to hurt you!" Ginny insisted, "I just want to make sure it's not broken."
"Fine..." Draco allowed Ginny to take his arm, which he had bent towards him.
"Okay...does this hurt?" She asked him, and began to bed his arm forward.
"Shit! Yes!" He yelled, pulling his arm from Ginny's grasp.
"I think you should go see my Mum. She can help that." Ginny suggested.
"I'm fine," Draco said, pushing himself up with his other arm. "Just...go."
"Well, Dad wanted me to come up and ask you if you're hungry." Ginny said, also standing up.
Draco fell back onto his bed. "I'm not," He told her, "Now leave me alone, Weasel."
Ginny sighed. "Just come down if you get hungry." She told him as she walked out of the room.
Draco watched her as she left the room. He placed his hand on his arm where Ginny had touched him.
*Sick,* he thought, *the weasel touched me.*