I don't own any of these characters except Audrey. HP and Empire Records
did not come from my brilliant mind.
But thanks for reading it:-D
*******Chapter Three********
Draco and Ron were now, surprising, pretty good friends. They walked to the back entrance of "Empress Records."
Ron, as usual, was high off the new wizarding pot that his brothers manufactured on the sly. Draco was just, well, plain old Draco, minus the mean and sinister. And no more sarcasm.
They rounded the corner, and it was not much of a surprise that Harry was there, hovering a few feet above the ground, asleep on his broom.
Draco ran over and put a cushioning charm underneath the broom, then pushed him off his broom.
"Harry! Hey Harry! Harry? What the hell are you doing here?"
Harry rolled over and sat up. " Something happened to me last night. In Atlantis City."
Draco leaned back against one the rails and smirked. "Oh, so you went to Atlantis City? What did you cash in? Your fame?"
"Shut up Malfoy." Ron staggered towards Harry, trying desperately not laugh. He tended to have terrible laughing fits after smoking.
"So mate, didja win anything?"
"No," said Harry as he sat down on the ground. "I did not win. So if you guys ever wonder if it was nice to know you, I tell you now that it was. That even goes for you Malfoy."
"Shit Harry. What stupid thing are you brooding about? Did you try to show some married broad how 'powerful' your 'wand' was again?"
Harry sighed and looked up at Draco. " I do not regret the things that I have done, but those that I did not do."
"Fuck Harry! How much? How Much?!" Draco was beginning to fume. The group that worked together at Empress were planning on getting a house after graduation in London. If Harry blew all his money, they were screwed.big time. Draco was cut off by his family, save for a few hundred galleons his mother sent to his vault every month. He was still loaded, but he was not about to support a gang of losers who knew nothing about money.
Draco sat there fuming, then he realized there was no way Harry would be able to go to Gringotts by the time he left the store last night, which meant.
"SHIT!"
"Malfoy, calm the fuck down. What do you mean by shit?"
"Well, Weasley, Harry here never has any cash on him unless he drags his shining self to Gringotts, which would have been CLOSED when Harry got off work last night. Boy wonder over here was closing the store for Snape last night."
"Ha!" Ron was red with glee, before realizing the severity of the issue. "Oh, Huh. I guess Harry didn't live up to the responsibility of the position."
Draco shook his head. "Nope, not the full responsibility."
At that moment, Draco spotted Snape.
"Shut up! Shut up!" Draco walked towards Snape. "Hey, What's up Sev?"
"Mr. Malfoy, no matter how long I have not taught you and your motley crew, I am still to be regarded with some respect." The three of them stared at Snape with their mouths open. Ever since he quit, he was so much more laid back and well, less greasy looking. He even developed a tan after leaving the dungeons. So to have him suddenly revert back to old Snape mode was simply frightening.
Snape smirked.."Get in the store. You're pathetic, the lot of you," said Snape as he unlocked the door laughing as he entered.
He turned around to his three employees, and the laughter stopped. "it's freakin' Gilderoy Lockhart Day."
Gilderoy Lockhart, never regained his memory after his curse backfired during the second year. He was, however, allowed to retain his knowledge of magic and re-create an identity for himself. He became a pop singing sensation almost overnight. The whole wizarding world, save a few such as Snape, saw no reason why he should have been given another chance.
Ron flopped on the couch munching on some left-over chips that were on the table. "What's with the Hostility Snapey? Hahahah.rhyming."
Draco, who was busy getting himself ready for work began singing under his breath, "say no more, mon amour."
Ron, hearing draco, jumped up on the coffee table, "Lips are for kissing baby je t'adore. MWAH!"
But thanks for reading it:-D
*******Chapter Three********
Draco and Ron were now, surprising, pretty good friends. They walked to the back entrance of "Empress Records."
Ron, as usual, was high off the new wizarding pot that his brothers manufactured on the sly. Draco was just, well, plain old Draco, minus the mean and sinister. And no more sarcasm.
They rounded the corner, and it was not much of a surprise that Harry was there, hovering a few feet above the ground, asleep on his broom.
Draco ran over and put a cushioning charm underneath the broom, then pushed him off his broom.
"Harry! Hey Harry! Harry? What the hell are you doing here?"
Harry rolled over and sat up. " Something happened to me last night. In Atlantis City."
Draco leaned back against one the rails and smirked. "Oh, so you went to Atlantis City? What did you cash in? Your fame?"
"Shut up Malfoy." Ron staggered towards Harry, trying desperately not laugh. He tended to have terrible laughing fits after smoking.
"So mate, didja win anything?"
"No," said Harry as he sat down on the ground. "I did not win. So if you guys ever wonder if it was nice to know you, I tell you now that it was. That even goes for you Malfoy."
"Shit Harry. What stupid thing are you brooding about? Did you try to show some married broad how 'powerful' your 'wand' was again?"
Harry sighed and looked up at Draco. " I do not regret the things that I have done, but those that I did not do."
"Fuck Harry! How much? How Much?!" Draco was beginning to fume. The group that worked together at Empress were planning on getting a house after graduation in London. If Harry blew all his money, they were screwed.big time. Draco was cut off by his family, save for a few hundred galleons his mother sent to his vault every month. He was still loaded, but he was not about to support a gang of losers who knew nothing about money.
Draco sat there fuming, then he realized there was no way Harry would be able to go to Gringotts by the time he left the store last night, which meant.
"SHIT!"
"Malfoy, calm the fuck down. What do you mean by shit?"
"Well, Weasley, Harry here never has any cash on him unless he drags his shining self to Gringotts, which would have been CLOSED when Harry got off work last night. Boy wonder over here was closing the store for Snape last night."
"Ha!" Ron was red with glee, before realizing the severity of the issue. "Oh, Huh. I guess Harry didn't live up to the responsibility of the position."
Draco shook his head. "Nope, not the full responsibility."
At that moment, Draco spotted Snape.
"Shut up! Shut up!" Draco walked towards Snape. "Hey, What's up Sev?"
"Mr. Malfoy, no matter how long I have not taught you and your motley crew, I am still to be regarded with some respect." The three of them stared at Snape with their mouths open. Ever since he quit, he was so much more laid back and well, less greasy looking. He even developed a tan after leaving the dungeons. So to have him suddenly revert back to old Snape mode was simply frightening.
Snape smirked.."Get in the store. You're pathetic, the lot of you," said Snape as he unlocked the door laughing as he entered.
He turned around to his three employees, and the laughter stopped. "it's freakin' Gilderoy Lockhart Day."
Gilderoy Lockhart, never regained his memory after his curse backfired during the second year. He was, however, allowed to retain his knowledge of magic and re-create an identity for himself. He became a pop singing sensation almost overnight. The whole wizarding world, save a few such as Snape, saw no reason why he should have been given another chance.
Ron flopped on the couch munching on some left-over chips that were on the table. "What's with the Hostility Snapey? Hahahah.rhyming."
Draco, who was busy getting himself ready for work began singing under his breath, "say no more, mon amour."
Ron, hearing draco, jumped up on the coffee table, "Lips are for kissing baby je t'adore. MWAH!"