A Morning Conversation and An Evening Introduction

Disclaimer: if any of the characters or the places mentioned here belonged to me I would NOT be writing a fanfic, rather I'd be working on the real thing or out spending my millions of dollars partying, and if I owned the song here for the party, I wouldn't be here, I'd be at the party.

Harry got up early in the morning, in preparation of sending Dumbledore a letter about Malfoy. He slowly got himself out of bed, still groggy and definitely not steady on his feet. He threw a plain black robe over his head and made his way downstairs where he found none-other-than Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, hunched over a piece of paper, talking in low, and by the sound of it, confused, voices.

"Mrs. Weasley?"
"Oh! Good morning Harry dear!"
"Maybe we should ask him about the letter dear?"
"Why would he know about it Arthur?"
"Because Draco would most likely turned to his peers."
"But he and Harry are long time-"
"Mrs. Weasley," Harry cut her off, "sorry to interrupt, but Draco's here, he asked Ron, Hermione, and me for help yesterday, some story about failing one of Voldemorts tests, we'd thought we'd at least run it by Dumbledore incase he was telling the truth."
"So he's here?!"
"Yeah, for that matter, he's staying in the room right next to Hermione and Ginny's."
"Oh, that's wonderful! The whole order is searching for him, and it turns out he was telling the truth. He'll come with us today to get school supplies and then back to the order with us. This is our second Slytherin refugee this summer, another girl had her parents murdered when they refused Lucius Malfoy's offer," Mrs.Weasley's face turned grave with the last sentence, a side of her Harry rarely saw.
"It will all work out in the end Molly, for every life that's lost we save another one."
"I know Arthur, I just hate to think what could happen."
"Let's not think about that, let's just send a reply to Dumbledore instead."
"Okay. Harry dear," she rounded to the teenager that had been trying to block out their conversation, "would you wake up the others? Your letters arrived, and it's close to 9 o'clock, we need to get going if we want to get all your things."
"Alright, thanks Mrs. Weasley."
"For what dear?"
"Everything," Harry shrugged and went up stairs to his and Rons room where he went about trying to figure out how to wake his sleeping friend.
"You'd think he'd wake himself up with those snores," Harry muttered to himself.

He set to work, starting by saying Ron's name a few times, no luck. He threw a pillow, it bounced off his friend and hit the floor, the soft floosh of the pillows attack on the floor was accompanied by yet another loud snore. Harry sighed, picked up the water bowl sitting on the window, and decided to wash Ron's face.
"OY! WHAT WAS THAT FOR HARRY?!"
"You wouldn't wake up," Harry said between laughs, "I'm going to go wake the others, get dressed, your parents are waiting downstairs."
He made his way into the hall, still doubled over laughing.
"We're already up, I don't know what you did to Ron, but don't think about trying it on me!" George and Fred were both cracking up, and trying hard to breath.
"What did you do to him anyway?"
"Just dumped water on his head."
"Well," George looked slightly disappointed, "Not as brilliant as I thought, but it had marvelous results!" The twins made their way downstairs as Harry began to climb to the next level up. Bill and Percy were woken without much trouble, but the next thing he knew he was outside of Draco Malfoy's room.
Harry had never thought he'd be waking Malfoy up for a day of shopping, this was just to odd. As Malfoy's morning mood was yet unexplored territory, he knocked on the door.
"Yeah?" Uh-oh, he didn't sound like he was in a preaching-about-getting-along mood.
"Time to get up, we got our Hogwarts letters and everyone's meeting downstairs to go shopping."
"Okay, okay, I'll be down when I'm ready."
Harry turned to the next room, Ginny and Hermione. He swallowed, still unsure of how he felt about Ginny. Again he knocked, when no answer came he knocked harder.
"Alright, alright, I'm up! Jeez, don't break down the door!"
"Sorry... Is Hermione awake?"
A clunk and a muffled groan issued from the other side of the door, "Now she is!"
Harry shook his head to cover his laugh, "Meet down stairs as soon as you can, we got our Hogwarts letters and need to get our school stuff."

He made his way back down to the lobby where Charlie, Bill, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Fred, George, and Ron all waited. Charlie, Bill, and their parents were immersed in conversation, Fred, George, and Ron just looked bored. The twins bored could not possibly be a good thing, so Harry decided it would be a good time to talk to them – it would be a good idea to limit the amount of havoc wreaked today.
"How's your shop going anyway?"
"Pretty well, managed to get some Hogwarts students to work for us during the summer and take a little time off, it's been nice, but it's back to work next week, they're parents want them back to get ready for school."
"Who all's been working for you?"
"Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan," Harry was surprised to hear this at first, but now that he thought about it, it made since. All teenagers needed money, well, all teenagers that weren't left with they're parents small fortune like he was.
"Good choice, people you can trust."
"Yep, that's what we figured."

As Draco Malfoy made his way down the stairs something clicked in the back of Harry's mind, and he wondered who Mrs.Weasley had been talking about, "Who's the Slytherin that's a refugee with the order?"
This caught Ron's attention, he obviously knew the answer better than the twins because they lapsed into silence and Ron began speaking immediately, "She's actually pretty cool, named Sian Murray, a 5th year. Not your stereotypical Slytherin, you know, she was already kinda friends with Ginny, they have this whole redhead joke thing going 'cause Sian has auburn hair. She was raised with muggles, she's pureblood though, and brought a whole bunch of muggle stuff with her, Dad's been all over it, and Ginny's getting pretty caught up in it too, especially some of the muggle music. She has this thing called a TG, pictures show up on it and sound comes out of it and it's not even happening anywhere near the TG and not always at the same time and she has this thing called a rodeo that plays music where ever you are and something called a Jogman where you can listen to a GB anywhere and it's all so cool but none of it will work and Hogwarts which is kinda..." At this point Ron ran out of breath and choked because he was talking so fast. This sight left the twins, Malfoy, and Harry all laughing so hard they soon couldn't breath either.
"I think," Harry said between laughing fits, "you mean a TV, a radio, a Walkman, and a CD."
"Well, close enough," Ron retorted, "it's all really cool anyway."
"Sounds like she's not to horrible for a Slyth."
"No, she's pretty cool, going to be a prefect next year to."
"Who are you talking about?" Malfoy had turned at the word Slyth.
"Sian Murray."
"Oh," he remained silent for a time after this. Moments later Hermione and Ginny came down and breakfast began.

The Knight Bus dropped the Weasleys, Hermione, Draco, and Harry off in front of Grimmauld Place. Harry was very interested to meet this Sian, Ginny and Ron both seemed to think she was pretty cool, Malfoy said nothing on subject, and the Weasley parents were both ecstatic about Harry getting to meet her. They made their way quietly into the house, past the portrait of Mrs.Black and into the kitchen. Tonks had already started levitating their trunks up the stairs.
"Okay you guys, dinner will be in about an hour, we only have us and Tonks so I don't need any help, why don't you guys go find Sian and introduce Harry and Draco."
Ginny and Ron quickly stood up and walked out, Harry and Draco close behind. Draco looked bored, he at least knew who Sian was, Harry had no idea. They walked into the living room where a petite teenager sat in a chair staring at a computer screen. She was typing, quite a lot quicker than Dudley used to, behind her there was a TV on which there woman standing on stage.
"I'm here for the party... and I ain't leavin' till they throw me out."
Ginny migrated immediately to the TV and started singing along. Ron rolled his eyes and Harry went back to studying the girl at the computer. She was slight in frame, very skinny but not annorexically so, she had medium length auburn hair, straight, smooth and very pretty. He saw multiple rings and bracelets adorning pale hands, the paleness was made up for in freckles though, she had freckles everywhere.
"Heya," the girl had turned around, "who are you guys?"
Harry noted bright green eyes, a pointed nose, high cheek bones, and an air of intelligence that he could explain, he took this all in within half a second, and set to work trying to figure this girl out, why on Earth was she in Slytherin?
"Harry and Draco," Ron pointed to them each in turn.
"Draco Malfoy?"
"Yeah," Malfoy was studying her as well.
She nodded, "nice to meet you both."
"What're you doing?" Harry asked curiosity overcoming him.
"It's called a fan fiction, it's actually about a book a woman wrote about this wizard that's been almost killed by some evil guy more times than I can count, I'm doing a version of what I think the next book could be like, only putting myself in it, changed my name to "Shelley" I got it from one of the campers at a camp I used to work at. I'm making my favorite character fall in love with myself, it's very much fun." (A/N: hehe, I love it)
Harry nodded, slightly confused and a little weirded out, but she seemed nice enough.
"So," she turned to Malfoy, "What are you doing here? I thought you were a big Voldemort supporter."
She said his name, Harry couldn't help but wonder, she said his name.

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