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A/n: I really like this fic. Not quite sure why…. It's a lot of fun to write though. I hope you enjoy reading it too! ^__^ Well, enough stalling…. ^__^;;;

Shoutouts:

HPobsessed4life2003: I'll get to them, eventually. This one is Draco, as promised. ^__~

Twilight Singer: Hey! Here's the dealie on my original: I already had the first two chapters typed up, so I could just send them to you. I'm currently typing up the third chapter, but I have a really short attention span, sorry. ^__^;;;; I will get to it though…. We updated Mai_Cecelia in case you were wondering…. ^__^ Ryou's in it. I like Ryou. ^^

Woodelf193: Yes, looking forward to put the Siri-chan one up. ^__~

Sirius: What's it about? And why are you calling me Siri-chan? Don't do that!

Does it bother you, Siri-chan?

Sirius: Yes!

Sorry…. Siri-chan.

Sirius: *hangs head* Why do I even try?

Rosie O: Cool ideas! I'll try to use them…. Hehehe…

Excessivelyperky: Hmm. Snape wanting to play Quidditch? Sounds interesting. We shall see….

P-chan: I will try my best to do Snape after this. ^^

Samyjoc: Good idea. I think I will use that one. I realized after I posted the chapter that I replied to you twice! -__-;;; stupid little me… Anyway, hope you like this one!

Chapter Four

Deciding he had scratched his head long enough and that there was no way he was going to remember that incident, Dumbledore flips the page. "Ah. Young Malfoy. I'm sure Harry will like this one."

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Harry is excited to see the scenery around him swirling. "Who now? Ron? What about Remus… or Sirius?" He grins. But that thought fades as the new scene settles in front of his eyes.

"Where am I?"

He's standing in a long, dark hallway. It's only lit by candlelight, you know, the stereotypical candles with the wax dripping down the sides. Harry takes a few steps, but he doesn't know where he's supposed to go. There are doors everywhere. A couple of servants rush by, carrying platters. Another one, Daily Prophet in hand, walks right through him. The three enter a door to his right.

"Breakfast, sire, madam."

This is the Malfoy's house, isn't it? It's got to be. He enters the other room, and sure enough, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy are sitting at their dining room table, set to eat. Draco, however, is missing. The servant that had walked through Harry hands Narcissa the paper.

"Have you seen Draco this morning, Narcissa?"

"No, I haven't."

"You took him to London, yesterday, correct?"

"Yes. He rather enjoyed it, I believe."

Then, the door opens with a sight that has Harry rolling on the floor with laughter. Did this really happen? Oooh… I can get him back for what he did to me yesterday now…

No, it isn't authentic, made probably from homemade materials, but what it is, is hardly questionable. It is a kilt. Yes, a kilt, and yes, on Draco Malfoy.

Lucius keeps his blank expression, though with some trouble, and turns to Narcissa. "London, ah, Narcissa?"

She nods. "There were some rather… odd people there."

Lucius nods and looks back at Draco, who is sitting in his seat as normal, eating his breakfast. Harry, meanwhile, has stopped laughing uncontrollably and has slowed to a smaller chuckle.

Lucius addresses his son. "Draco," He has to cough a few times to keep from uncharacteristically laughing, "Why are you wearing that?"

Draco replies calmly and composed. "Because Scottish people are cool, and I want to be one when I grow up."

"You want to be a Scottish person when you grow up."

Perfectly serious, he replies, "Yes." (Remember, this is quite logical to him. He's only five.)

Lucius searches his mind for something to say that would make Draco embarrassed to wear the… kilt. "Well, it…. Makes you look like a girl, Draco, and we can't have that."

Draco starts laughing. "Am I a pretty girl?" He asks, sarcastically.

Lucius turns back to Narcissa. "Did you buy young Draco any candy yesterday?"

"Well… yes. He hardly ever gets any, and he was being very good…"

Lucius nods. What luck… "Well, it seems that he saved some over for this morning."

Draco laughs again. "And there's more left for tomorrow!"

Lucius frowns. I cannot take him anywhere if he is on one of those 'sugar highs'. He'll be an embarrassment to the name of Malfoy… "Draco, you must give me that candy."

"Why?" He gives his father the oh so familiar puppy eyes.

"Because you are acting silly and asinine because of it. We are entertaining guests tonight, and we cannot have you being silly."

Draco hangs his head. "Fine.... I'll go get it." He runs off.

Harry grins. "Draco was actually kind of cute when he was little." He smacks himself for thinking that. "Why did they have to take his candy away? I know how that feels… poor kid." He hits himself in the head again. "Don't think that… he's a Malfoy." Then he grins again. "I wonder what he'd be like if we got him on a sugar high now…"

The scene starts blurring around him again.

"Aww…" Harry says. "Changing again already? I wonder if he ever gave the candy back… Or took the kilt off… Heh heh heh."

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Dumbledore smiles. "Sympathy toward young Draco. Maybe….. hmm….. This isn't the end of Draco's tale. Don't worry Harry, you'll be able to see the rest."

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Well, sorry it was short, I just wanted to get something up. Draco, you see, is a very fun character. I am going to bring him back again in later chapters doing different things. So, look forward to it! ^__^ Tell me next: Remmie-kun, Sevvy-poo, or Siri-chan? R/r! I will update soon! I promise!!!! Don't harass me about it! (Well, it probably helps if you do. I like bribes… Siri-chan knows this…)

Sirius: If you stop calling me Siri-chan, I will allow you to…. Do whatever you want to me in *my* chapter.

Oh good. ^__^ *cackles madly* But I was going to do that anyway….