DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter… wait… haven't I already said that? Oh the pain and anguish I put myself through every time I am reminded of the fact that I will never earn millions of dollars on a seven part series about Harry-bloody-Potter. *sulks in the corner*.

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'I've gotta tell you something…'

'Yeah…?' Sonia said looking up from the paper she was reading.

'Ummm…'

'Do it, DO IT NOW!'

'These chips need more chicken salt, don't you think.'

'I am ashamed to be your conscience boy.'

She smiled at him. 'Ok but I'm not getting it…' she stretched, 'I am having a lazy day.'

'Sure.' He walked back inside, mentally smacking himself on the head. 'I have to tell her…'

The fish and chips were great. Sonia and Draco had sat down on the beach to eat them and the sounds of the ocean, and little kids giggling and the squawks of the seagulls, made Draco blissfully happy for some reason.

Sonia started to get up so Draco jumped up.

'Why are you all jittery, Draco?'

'Ugh… I umm… I'm gunna walk home OK, I've just got to think about some things. I'll come by at eight so we can go have dinner with your folks,' he added with a smile.

She sighed and smiled back. 'Alright, gimme a kiss goodbye.'

He went over to her, wrapped her in his arms and picked her up while he kissed her. She giggled playfully and started to squirm, but when he pressed his mouth to hers she stopped, and they both for a few seconds thought that time, it self had stopped to watch their romantic embrace.

'Bye babe,' she sighed as he turned to go.

'Bye beautiful.' He grinned and waved goodbye.

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While he was walking, Draco replayed the conversation he had with Blaise over and over again in his head to find a loop hole. Was there one? He had to be able to win this bet.

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'OK… so let me get this straight. To get the broom, all I have to do is sleep with a muggle?'

'No, not sleep with a muggle; you must make her fall in love with you...' Draco shuddered.

'I'll actually have to touch one' he thought with a wince.

'…Then break her heart.'

'Ah that's better' thought Draco.

'Well what are the terms Zabini'

'Ooh… let me think. OK Firstly, no potions to be used on or by either party. The lucky girl must be from…' he thought for a second.

'Must make it difficult' he thought.

'… Australia!' he announced with a smirk.

He continued, 'You'll spend a month there, or longer if needed. No less. I'll get my father to organise the holiday house we have there.'

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'No, not sleep with a muggle; you must make her fall in love with you...'

He almost jumped for joy, but thought against it… that might be a bit weird if anyone was looking at him.

Blaise slipped up. He said Draco didn't have to sleep with a muggle. He didn't reiterate the muggle statement after that though. He just said 'her'. 'You fool! Does that even make sense?' 'I don't know but it's all the hope I have.'

His heart sank. That meant he still had to break Sonia's heart.

His month was up so he could go when ever he wanted now. His heart was breaking even at the prospect. He could not afford to lose the bet. The broom was not exactly cheap. Even by his standards. And his father had brought the Slytherin quidditch team seven Nimbus 2001's. But it wasn't just the broom that he was losing. Slytherin members, when they made bets with each other, knew that the bets themselves had underlying conditions that they had to comply to. Let's just say losing a bet was not on the cards for Draco Malfoy.

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Draco dressed in his muggle attire as he knew that Sonia's family would be as well. His dark blue jeans and white T, that showed off his abs, were certainly getting a workout as he had been wearing them a lot lately. He donned a different jacket tonight thought and the only difference in the T-shirt was that it had 'Smirnoff' written in black across his chest.

He apparated to Sonia's house and knocked on the door. She answered it with a toothbrush in her mouth.

'`ang on.' She said as she ran to the bathroom to spit the toothpaste out. Draco chuckled and walked in. Sonia had obviously been shopping. He recognised a Florish & Blotts package on the dining room table. Next to it was a package wrapped in brown paper. The paper read 'Shootong Stars: Diagon Alley'

Sonia came up behind him and wrapped her arms around him from behind. He was still looking at the package on the table.

'What's up,' she asked him.

'I… I-i-is that an Iceberg broomstick?' he stammered.

'Yeah! Isn't it mad. Dad said I should try out for the quidditch team. He used to be on the Gryffindor team as a chaser. He bought me this as a kind of 'Congratulations' present. Wanna take a look?'

'Oh my god, are you serious? Yes please.'

Sonia unwrapped the package and unveiled the precious broom that Draco himself was risking his heart for.

Draco gasped as the shining beauty of the Iceberg lay in front of him.

'Draco?'

'Yeah,' he said distractedly.  

'Do you want to go to Mum and Dad's place by broom,' she said with a smirk.

'Yeah, how cool. I haven't ridden a broom since my last Quidditch game.'

'Quidditch game?'

'Yeah I'm on the Slytherin team… Seeker.'

'Mad! OK then lets go. It's dark enough.'

Sonia led him through the house to the back yard. Draco positioned himself on the back of the broom and she sat in front of him. He pushed off from the ground and they were flying.

Sonia nestled into Draco as they flew through the air. 'So, you like?' she asked.

'Yeah, but I think the experience is better cause I'm on it with you.'

She murmured in agreement as she closed her eyes and he wrapped his arms around her tighter. They began the descent to the Gordon Mansion. The broom landed smoothly on front lawn behind a tree.

Draco was deeply impressed by the size of the mansion and it clearly lived up to the name mansion as well.

Sonia straightened her clothes as she pressed the door bell. The door was open by a house elf. Sonia greeted it by its name (Doraly) and it (she?) led Sonia and Draco through the house. Draco had never seen a wizards house that looked and felt so homely. They came to the kitchen where a woman, that Draco presumed was the chef, was cooking. The smells were amazing and Draco thought that this might be the first time in months that he would be enjoying a nice home cooked meal.

Sonia walked up to the lady cooking and kissed her on the cheek.

'Hey mum.'

Draco was shocked, his mother never cooked. He didn't even think she knew how. But how was this woman, Sonia's mother? She looked so young. But after seeing them both there together he could see striking resemblances.

The woman turned to him. She smiled a warm smile that was all too familiar. 'And you must be Draco,' she said as she came up to him. He held out his hand.

She laughed. 'Dear, I have heard enough about you to feel as if I've known you forever. Give me a hug.'

She hugged him with a real motherly hug. One his mother had only perfected in the last few years. And it still didn't match up to this one. It felt nice to have such a connection with people that you didn't really know.

She let go of Draco and looked at him. 'I'm Annette, Sonia's mother. It's a pleasure to meet you.'

He grinned, 'No no, the pleasure is all mine. You have a beautiful daughter.'

Sonia beamed at him from behind her mother. She walked past Mrs. Gordon (No no dear call me Annette) and took Draco's hand.

'Mum, where's dad?'

'Oh, I think he's the living room.'

Sonia led Draco through the house once again and he heard the sound of a T.V blaring in a room up ahead. Just as they were approaching the living room, he glanced into the room they had just passed and there stood a man, in his early 50's it looked like. Draco tugged at Sonia hand and she turned to face him.

'Yeah?'

'Umm, is that you dad,' he said while pointing into the dining room.'

'Oh yeah.'

She led him into the room and walked up to her father and he enveloped her in a big hug.

He had been setting the table when she came into the room, something that his father would never do. He smiled up at Draco.

'Wow, you really do look like old Lucifer himself,' he said with a chuckle

'Umm, thanks?' said Draco, quite taken aback.

From what he'd heard, Draco had thought up an image of an old coot, who was power hungry and a mean bastard. But he was quite the opposite. Sure he may have neglected his family a bit, once in a while for work, he still loved them. Draco could tell that he really liked these people and he hadn't even known them for more then half an hour. Russell Gordon (Call me Russ, son) came up to him and shook his hand.

Draco smiled at him, 'Wow, sir. This house is absolutely amazing.'

'Oh, I can't take credit for that. Sonia designed it her self. She has a flair for that kind of stuff.'

He smiled at his daughter when he praised her. Draco felt a pang of jealousy towards her. His father never praised him for anything.

Sonia wandered out of the dining room and motioned for him to follow her.

'Hey mum, when's dinner going to be ready?'

'Ohh, I'd say give it another half hour. Your sister's coming tonight did I tell you?'

'Oh cool,' she turned to Draco, 'You'll love Paul, her husband. He is the biggest Quidditch freak. He's a kiwi though, so he goes for the New Zealand Newts.'

She turned back to her mother, 'Mum, I'm going to show Draco around ok?'

'Mmm hmm,' mumbled Annette as she skimmed over the recipe book with Doraly.

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A/N That was the meeting of the parents… Not finished yet. I don't know how many more chapters there will be… probably a few more. Please Read and Review… my 2 reviews are getting lonely all by themselves. I'd change the Mary Sue aspect but I've got most of the plot figured out now so it's too late to change it.

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