Draco hung up the phone, knowing how to use it now. Since he joined the
ministry, they taught him how to use a phone, why.... he didn't know. The
Ministry had done a lot for him; it had saved him for being like his
father. When he graduated, he decided he wanted to help Aurors, but not
necessarily be one. Draco had gone into training; training for paperwork,
curses and counter curses, and protection for Aurors.
What a coincidence it was when he found out Potter and Granger were Aurors, and he had to be *their* assistant and protect *them*. But, like fate had planned, they had finally put aside their differences and become chummy good chums. As Draco walked to Harry and Hermione's office an attractive woman with a very *bad* reputation walked in the opposite way.
"Hey Draco," The woman said in a seductive, fake-innocent, sing song tone of voice.
"Hey," Draco replied with a fake smile. Draco made sure she turned her back to him before he said this next insult, "Slut."
Draco turned the corner to find an empty hall, except for a past experience, and she still had everything going on. But it still wasn't Hermione.... wait, rewind, what the *fuck* did he just say? He did not just say that he wished this beautiful, elegant, *goddess* was Hermione. Oh god he did. No... no, can't think about this now, business time. Draco looked forward to seeing Hermione's beautiful, smiling face in her office when he walked in to do business. Well there goes the neighborhood.
* * *
Ron awoke the next morning, eager to give his father his new 'finding'. If you met him nowadays you would of never guessed he was *ever* poor. Ron's hair was short and well groomed, he always smelled real good, and he had only *the* best clothes, but that was only *him*. His house had a modern yet expensive look to it, big screened TV's, the finest leather couches, and plus the size of his house.
Well now was the time for him to give the statue to his father. Ron raised his perfectly tan, muscular body from his couch and went to his bedroom to change. While in there his owl flew through and open window and dropped the daily prophet on his bed. A moving picture like no other caught his eye, it was him, splattered on the front page of the Daily Prophet.
"What in the *fuck*?" Ron yelled out when he saw the picture of him running with the statue in his pocket.
Everyone who knew him could tell that it was him, freckles on his face still when he glanced back to see how far ahead he was, still flaming red hair, still tall. This was complete shit, he was going to get caught for *sure*!
"Only if they catch me...." Ron whispered to himself and glared his slit like eyes at the picture of him.
Ron grabbed some of his clothes and necessities and put them in his backpack, took the Daily Prophet and put it in with his things, he would read what they said later, for there was no time now. Ron stopped to think about something, the people who were tracking him down.
Since he was on the front page someone was defiantly going to be on his case, little fuckers. Ron swore right then and there that he would kill anyone from the ministry looking for him. No matter who they were, no matter how important they were, no matter anything.
He picked up a bottle of hair dye, (he had never learned how to change his appearance by magic) and went into the bathroom to make himself look invisible. Heeey.... invisible.... Great idea.
What a coincidence it was when he found out Potter and Granger were Aurors, and he had to be *their* assistant and protect *them*. But, like fate had planned, they had finally put aside their differences and become chummy good chums. As Draco walked to Harry and Hermione's office an attractive woman with a very *bad* reputation walked in the opposite way.
"Hey Draco," The woman said in a seductive, fake-innocent, sing song tone of voice.
"Hey," Draco replied with a fake smile. Draco made sure she turned her back to him before he said this next insult, "Slut."
Draco turned the corner to find an empty hall, except for a past experience, and she still had everything going on. But it still wasn't Hermione.... wait, rewind, what the *fuck* did he just say? He did not just say that he wished this beautiful, elegant, *goddess* was Hermione. Oh god he did. No... no, can't think about this now, business time. Draco looked forward to seeing Hermione's beautiful, smiling face in her office when he walked in to do business. Well there goes the neighborhood.
* * *
Ron awoke the next morning, eager to give his father his new 'finding'. If you met him nowadays you would of never guessed he was *ever* poor. Ron's hair was short and well groomed, he always smelled real good, and he had only *the* best clothes, but that was only *him*. His house had a modern yet expensive look to it, big screened TV's, the finest leather couches, and plus the size of his house.
Well now was the time for him to give the statue to his father. Ron raised his perfectly tan, muscular body from his couch and went to his bedroom to change. While in there his owl flew through and open window and dropped the daily prophet on his bed. A moving picture like no other caught his eye, it was him, splattered on the front page of the Daily Prophet.
"What in the *fuck*?" Ron yelled out when he saw the picture of him running with the statue in his pocket.
Everyone who knew him could tell that it was him, freckles on his face still when he glanced back to see how far ahead he was, still flaming red hair, still tall. This was complete shit, he was going to get caught for *sure*!
"Only if they catch me...." Ron whispered to himself and glared his slit like eyes at the picture of him.
Ron grabbed some of his clothes and necessities and put them in his backpack, took the Daily Prophet and put it in with his things, he would read what they said later, for there was no time now. Ron stopped to think about something, the people who were tracking him down.
Since he was on the front page someone was defiantly going to be on his case, little fuckers. Ron swore right then and there that he would kill anyone from the ministry looking for him. No matter who they were, no matter how important they were, no matter anything.
He picked up a bottle of hair dye, (he had never learned how to change his appearance by magic) and went into the bathroom to make himself look invisible. Heeey.... invisible.... Great idea.