The House of Weasley
Chapter 4- You can't make me!
The boys entered the kitchen half an hour later. Fred has a bloody nose and George's right eye was blackening. Harry has throbbing, fist sized, lumps on the top of his head, and Ron's arms were covered in large, bruises, that were turning purple in front of his very eyes. Draco had all of these, was limping, and had a large red ring around his neck, where Fred had tried to strangle him.
Ginny let out a soft scream, and ran over and hugged and kissed her brothers and Harry, with tears streaming down her cheeks. Mrs. Weasley pulled Ginny off of Harry (who seamed very content to cry all over his shoulder) and handed them each a little blue sack, that Harry put on his swollen head. The small sack, no doubt, had magic in it and his whole body felt like it was on fire when it touched his head, and after a few moments of pain, every inch of Harry's body went numb and his eyelids dropped.
He couldn't feel or control anything and he started to fall, but someone caught him, picked him up, and set him softly on a chair.
A few minuets later Harry opened his eyes. He was sitting limply at the table. And he........
........................He felt GREAT! He put a hand to his head. The lumps were still there, but they were no longer throbbing painfully.
He looked around the room. Ron had fell off his chair. Fred was kind of handing off the edge of the table, and George was lying on his back, only feet from Harry's chair, with his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
Harry and Draco seamed to be the only ones who managed to stay in their seats. All of this was quite blurry, Harry noticed, because he was not wearing hi glasses. He ran his hand along the smooth tabletop and soon enough his hand ran into his glasses and he shoved them on his nose.
Ron, Fred, and George had all managed to crawl back into their seats. Draco's eyes were still closed. Harry glared at him. His blond hair was no lounger sleek and shiny, but full of dirt and sticking up in odd places.
After they had all managed to sit up in their chairs, Mr.Weasley walked around the table and seated himself between Fred and Draco.
Well boys, I thought this.........well........This is probably the best time to tell you all that...... well.... We are going to sort of be muggles...well......for just a week," said Mr.Weasley wearily.
"WHAT," screamed Draco at the top of his lungs.
"But, Dad what dose-be muggles-supposed to mean?" Asked Ron, whose eyes had widened.
"Well, some very foolish, and very stupid witches and wizards jinxed a whole lot of things in a muggle Hotel to do things like bite, scratch, or even try to eat any muggles that go near them," Mr.Weasley paused to look around at the dumb struck faces, but when his eyes met Draco his smile disappeared. " What are you laughing at, Malfoy?" Said Mr.Weasley. "Oh, nothing" said Draco with an evil grin and a sharp glance at Harry.
"So, the Ministry has asked me to go and sort it all out, and well......I have decided that because I didn't see enough of you during the year," he nodded at Fred, George, Ron, and Harry all in turn."....... That you boys are all going to come with me,"
"Hope you all have a jolly good holiday, but I am not going to prance around in muggle clothes, doing good deeds! And I will not be seen in such company as the likes of you, " screamed Draco, his anger rising.
"Now, Draco Dear, you don't have to feel left out," said Mrs.Weasley, taking his anger as jealously and thinking that he wanted to go. "You're going too!" She said, pulling into a large hug.
As soon as Mrs.Weasley had let him go and left the room, (carrying a screaming, fighting Ginny, who really wanted to go) Draco turned to the others and said "YOU...CAN...NOT...MAKE...ME...GO...!!!!,"
"The Hotel is called The Belden Inn," said Mr.Weasley calmly, ignoring Draco completely. "And it's about a seven-hour drive from here,"
"No! I am not going to ride in a car with a bunch of idiots, like you," screamed Draco, his eyes bulging in rage.
Watch you tongue, Malfoy," said George, pointing his wand at Draco's mouth. Draco's tongue stated to stretch to a length of six feet and it began to wind itself around him when Mrs.Weasley came running in into the kitchen (from watching from the stairs) and taped the tongue with her wand and it shrunk back to normal size.
Then she rounded on George and hit him hard on the head. " Now each and every one of you will be up early tomorrow morning to get a head start on driving. Do I make myself quite clear?" Mrs.Weasley snarled. And they all nodded (even Draco), each afraid that they might get her yelling again.