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Chapter XIII- Suckers, Sobbers, and One Lucky Limo
Draco Malfoy painted a strange picture, as he ran down the red carpet, with his daughter pulling on his hair. The fans were arriving now, great numbers of them, and they swarmed him like bees.
"Mister, please, a picture?"
"May I have your autograph?"
"Who do you play?"
"I'm Draco Malfoy's stunt man," he mumbled at them, then spotted his friend Mike, who was a set designer. "Hey Mike! Where's Tom?"
Mike gave him a little wave, and answered, "His limo should be arriving any minute! What the hell are you doing here?"
"I need to talk to Albert! Wait!" Something didn't make sense. "His limo?"
"Yes, his limo!"
"What?"
Mike frowned. "Oh, you mean your son, Tom?" He laughed. "I don't know!"
"What other Tom would I be talking about?"
"The guy who plays…oh, never mind. I'll ask around."
Draco shook his head, making his blond locks look even more appealing to his daughter. She grabbed a substantial amount from the back of his head, and gave a mighty tug.
"$&#!"
The crowd gasped, and flashbulbs went off. Draco could see the headline now; Middle Aged Malfoy Look-alike Curses on Red Carpet. That was something he definitely didn't need on his record, and he had a feeling that The Author would freak out.
Speaking of which…
"Dorian!"
"DORIAN!"
"DORIAN!"
He turned around, and saw The Author waving at him from the middle of a huge crowd. It had been over ten years now, but he still hadn't gotten the hang of having a false name, especially since none of his friends or family really called him that.
He jogged down the carpet, and hugged her, squashing Katrine in between. More flashbulbs popped, and she groaned.
"It gets annoying, having everyone stalking me like this," she confessed.
"That's the price of celebrity." He grinned. "How are you? I haven't seen you in ages!"
She smiled. "I'm fine, Draco," she whispered. "Where's Tommy? Out with Dobby?"
"I don't know where he is! I ran off to find Katrine, and then I remembered that I left him behind." He bit his lip in frustration. "Please don't put this in a book."
"You know that I'm finished for now." She clapped im on the shoulder. "Go find your son. We can catch up later."
They shared a Hollywood kiss, and Draco turned, and walked away. She called after him, "Where is Her-Helen?"
He shrugged. "I have no idea."
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Dr. VanHorny lifted the heavily engraved pen, and presented it to her master. "My Lord, It is finished. The plan has come into place." Lord Dimitrius took the writing apparatus from her, then rummaged around in his pockets for his wallet. He pulled out a tiny gold key, and with a small glance at the doctor, handed it to Fred Weasley.
"Your payment, my faithful servant. Vault 739, just down the street. Use the gold well."
Fred bowed his head in reverence. "I will, my Master."
Dimitrius kissed VanHorny on the cheek, then stood to one side of the crowded wizard's shop. "I thank you all." He took the chain, and flung it over his head. There was a puff of smoke, and he was gone.
The two remaining sat in silence for a minute, then the doctor suddenly stood up. She extended her hand. "It was a pleasure working with you, Fred."
He took it, and kissed it. "The pleasure was all mine." She smiled, and walked out the door.
Only after exiting the mural, did she think; Something was wrong about that. She shrugged, and continued walking.
Meanwhile, in a small joke shop on a cobblestone road, the red headed inventor began to laugh.
Sucker.
AVAVAVA
Hermione sat on a giant rock, facing Neville and Ginny. "I can't believe Fred betrayed us like that," she said. "All this time, I thought he was a great friend, and that maybe he was helping us."
Ginny sniffed. "Some brother-in-law he is."
"Hey, why not be optimistic about this?" Neville piped up. "Maybe he just forgot to tell us how to escape, or maybe he has another plan."
Their laments were interrupted by a small 'pop!" coming from behind them. Hermione turned around, and instantly wished she hadn't.
In the small meadow, amongst the daisies, stood Lord Dimitrius, scourge of Wizard-kind.
Thunk!
Neville fell in a dead faint.
"Oh God," Ginny breathed. "Lord help us."
AVAVAVA
Draco turned another corner in the amazingly huge Academy, and ran straight into more fangirls. And Tommy.
What are these kids, fangirl magnets? He thought to himself. They must get it from their Father's side.
"TOMMY MA-McIsaac!" he sputtered. The surprised fangirls screamed, and scattered like bugs.
"We're sorry, sir, he was just so cute!" one of the explained, hiding behind a large ornamental pillar. "He looked just like a-"
"-Draco/Ginny love child, I know, I've heard it." Draco rolled his eyes. The girls around him gasped, and shook their heads earnestly.
"Is that what the Fire and Ice-ers have been saying?" another girl remarked.
"Fire and Wha-?"
"Draco/Ginny shippers." She waved her hands like everyone knew what that meant. "We're totally different. We thought he looked like a little Draco/Hermione toddler!"
Tommy opened his mouth to say something, but was quickly shushed by Draco, who smiled at the fangirls. "That's what I'm talking about. Thank you for keeping him safe."
He headed off, away from the now squealing L&L fangirls, who looked ready to glomp him into the ground.
As soon as they were out of sight, Tommy planted his feet down, and began to pout.
"You stupid, and I hate you."
He stared at his father with a vengeance, unshed tears in his eyes. "You left me all by myself."
Draco hugged his son tightly, and said, "I'm sorry, Tom, okay? I promise that I'll never leave you by yourself again."
Tommy sniffed, then hugged him back. "I sorry Daddy I call you stupid."
Draco smiled, and stood up, Katrine still tightly held in his arms. "We need to go find Dobby. Do you know where he is?"
He made a face, his little nose all scrunched up. "Yes Daddy, I knows."
AVAVAVA
An: yeek. Run, fangirls, run!
Fun fact: a 'dobby' is actually the woven or braided band on the edge of a towel. Believe it, or not!
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wingless87: fangirls are scary…well, I kind of drew this one out a bit, so there are two chapters left now
MysticalSpirits: I LURVE CAPITALS BECAUSE THEY MAKE ME FEEL LOUD
Miranda G. Potter: you've got it…sort of…
mrs w00d nd malf0y: poor Draco is still a bit confused about the fangirl thing. Ew. Neville is not sexy
Cayticious: YES! You are correct! Have a dobby plushie! It sings!
Horny-Cotter: YES! You are correct as well! You can have a singing dobby plushie too!
SinfulColours: ew! Pickles smell funny. It's a good thing that you already spell colour with a 'u', because I would spell it that way anyway.
T'Lorie: you have friends like that? I made an ice cream cone, but ate it when I updated my fic
lildaisygirl24: that's okay…as long as you don't start fantasizing about Neville. Ew
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