Title: In Hiding: The Dursleys

Rating: PG-13 to R

Summary: The Dark Lord is rising and the Order and its younger members must go into hiding. Where better than a muggle home? With a certain Dudley Dursley?

Pairings: Ginny/Draco, Hermione/Blaise, Ron/Luna.

Chapter One - The Worst News Ever

Harry stood up, anger flashing through his eyes. He obviously didn't like the new idea that Dumbledore had concocted. "You've got to be joking!" he yelled, gaining the attention of every member of the Order in the room. His hair was in its usual messy glory, his green emerald eyes just begging for this all to be a prank. He was wearing a regular sweater, compliments of Molly Weasley. His plain jean s hung loosely off his hips, mainly because the pants were previously owned by his overweight cousin, Dudley.

Dumbledore sighed sadly. "I am sorry, Harry," he said in his usual tired voice. "But, this is the only way to make sure you are all protected."

"But … but … Professor!" protested Ron, spluttering with his words. "You can't send us there! Those muggles are simply evil! They won't even consent to it!" His red hair was also a grimy mess, sticking out in different places. He was in his Chudley Cannons shirt and a pair of black slacks that Charlie had bought him last Christmas.

Hermione, who was sitting in shock, nodded hastily. "They -- They'll … They'll try and kill us!" she retorted, making a sound of disbelief.

Professor Snape, who was standing beside Dumbledore, rolled his eyes. "Seriously, Potter," he spat. "They are a bunch of muggles. Surely, you are not afraid of magic-lacking people?"

Harry glared daggers at him then turned back to Dumbledore. "How are we supposed to survive with them without our wands? That's the only way I can get what I want over there! I can't stay there, Professor! I only spend three months a year there and I do not want to spend anymore!" he bellowed, his heart racing. He certainly didn't want to stay at the Dursleys for the remainder of the school year and for the rest of the summer. That was complete and utter torture. Not even the greatest wizard could outlast such a monstrosity.

Ginny sat quietly with her parents, not saying one word. She really had no say in the situation. She was only the small age of sixteen, she wasn't even legal yet. She knew of the horrible things Harry's guardians did, but didn't complain, for it wasn't in her position. Her hands folded over her lap, Ginny fiddled her thumbs, afraid to meet a certain someone's stare. She was wearing a casual denim skirt, just reaching above her knees. Her tank top was a bright yellow color, pink flowers floating all over it. Dumbledore had told them all ahead of time to change into muggle clothing, for they would be leaving for their hiding place soon enough. Ginny's hair was curly, reaching up to her elbows. She didn't really like to do much with it. It was just hair to her.

"Harry," Dumbledore said wearily. "I know of your current, shall I say, problem, with the Dursleys, but this is my decision. I will not go back on it."

"Who will be going?" piped in Ron, sulking in his chair. He was seated in front of Dumbledore's desk and in front of his brothers, who were standing behind him.

Dumbledore looked around the room and answered, "Everyone in this room who is seventeen and younger."

"What?!" screeched a voice.

Harry spun around and found his enemy, Draco Malfoy, standing up gracefully, his face etched in absolute incredulity. He was suited in all black; a black sweater and black wash pants. His hair was let loosely off his scalp, hanging into his eyes and forehead. "I am not staying at some muggle home," he snapped furiously.

Hermione stood up and faced him. "What's wrong with staying at a muggle home?!" she countered, crossing her arms over her chest and huffing.

He glowered at her. "You actually want to stay at their house? I've heard of the lot. Maniacs they are. I don't see how Potter can deal with the bunch," he said smoothly.

"We all know they're crazy, Malfoy," stated Hermione. "It's not like their my favorite people, but if Dumbledore sees that its right, then its right."

Draco opened his mouth to protest, but his best friend stood up and placed his hand on his shoulder. His dark blue eyes calm and smooth, he said in a composed voice, "Mate, leave it be. If the Order thinks its right, then its right. We can't change this. We chose to do this. Don't go back on your word now."

Gritting his teeth, Draco smashed his body into his chair and stared crossly at the ground. His breathing was agonizingly slow, showing that he was rather mad and obviously annoyed with the whole situation.

Blaise sat down next to him, earning a grateful stare from the trio. He nodded curtly and continued to listen to what Dumbledore was saying before he was rudely interrupted.

"I am sorry," the old man said somberly, "this is my decision. And I have decided that it is right. You will all be protected at this home. None of you will be hurt."

Harry swallowed and looked around the room. He found Hufflepuffs, Susan Boones and Hannah Abbot shift around uneasily, not really knowing who these "Dursleys" were. Harry felt extreme pity on their loyal souls, for he knew Dudley and his relatives would surely make their summer hell. He averted his gaze to Terry Boot and Luna Lovegood who were talking animatedly about muggles and how they do the most outrageous and ingenious things. He shook his head at them, pitying the way they spoke highly of the muggles. Harry thought muggles were normal, considering he thought he was one for twelve years of his life, but the three muggles he lived with, were the most horrifying in the world. They were loud and obnoxious, nitpicking at every little thing. Their rather large home was filled with pictures of their pig son, Dudley, who would, on occasions, go off into the park corner and smoke with his cronies. Looking back at Dumbledore, he sighed at how ridiculous this whole proposal was.

"As I said," Dumbledore sat down in his grand chair, "all teenagers under the age of seventeen in this room will be boarding with the Dursleys for the summer." Pushing his glasses farther into his face, he scanned the room quickly and added, "The following who will be going are, Harry Potter." Harry flinched and sat down grumpily, his face expressionless and his heart sinking into his stomach. "Ronald Weasley," Ron, who looked equally sullen, pouted in his chair, his legs stretched out lazily and his hands at his sides. "Hermione Granger," She slammed down into her chair and huffed, lifting up her chin in indignation. "Luna Lovegood," Luna smiled widely and shook with excitement. "Terry Boot," Terry simply shrugged carelessly and proceeded to line the carpet with his foot in a very bored fashion. "Susan Boones," Susan sighed heavily, her eyes flooding with fatigue. "Hannah Abbot," Hannah bit her lip and folded her hands together, looking to the floor uncomfortably. "Draco Malfoy," A scowl was heard throughout the room, apparently coming from Draco's direction. "Blaise Zabini," Blaise stared blankly at the headmaster, his eyes fixated with pure determination. "And Ginny Weasley." Ginny licked her lips and squirmed in her chair. "You will be leaving as soon as possible. Have you all packed your things?"

A series of "yes" and nods waved throughout the room, everyone looking enormously tired and weary. "Tonks?" called Dumbledore.

Soon, the now blonde haired girl came striding up, a smile flitted on her face. "Albus?" she asked sweetly. She changed her appearance to a rather beautiful one. Her hair was erupted in fat curls, cascading down to her knees. It was a dark blonde color, tinting with a hint of brown. She was dressed in a white button up shirt and a pair of regular jeans.

"I would like you to escort the ten children to Privet Drive," he said kindly, gesturing to the brooding teenagers in the room.

Tonks looked apprehensive. "Sir, I was listening to the whole conversation and I must say, how will all these kids fit into the home? I thought it only accommodated a family of six," she asked, her voice ringing throughout the room.

Harry's eyes flashed in hope. He didn't want himself, or anyone for that matter, to ever room with the Dursleys. They were overly neat and always had to have things in order.

"Mundungus has already bewitched the house to lodge all the students. It may not look big from the outside, but in once you step in, it is much more capacious," he answered calmly, emitting a few more moans and groans. He took off his glasses and heaved a sigh. "They will be spending three months and fifteen days in that home. It's not necessary for us to watch them, for they will be well protected. No one will even think to find them at this muggle home."

Tonks nodded in understanding. "And how will we be getting there, Sir?" she asked seriously, leaning in on the desk and watching him in concentration.

"I suggest you take muggle transportation. The floo gates have been closed and it is too risky to be apparating with them when they are not of age. Do you know how to drive a car?" he asked, hilarity in his voice.

No one knew why, but Dumbledore seemed particularly taken with the whole strategy. He acted as if he did it more for his amusement then rather for their protection. His eyes were glittering with delight as a growl sounded through the room, yet again coming from Draco Malfoy. Snape, who didn't look any different, had a large smirk on his lips, his eyes narrowed in laughter.

"Actually, Sir, I don't. I do suggest that Arthur join along. He knows of these contraptions," she replied subtly.

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Arthur?" he called.

Mr. Weasley stood up from the couch from right beside Ginny. Mrs. Weasley, who was seated on the other side of Ginny, inhaled. "Albus?"

"You will accompany them to Surrey," Dumbledore said gently. He stared around the room and announced, "The meeting is done."

Pops were heard around the room, people disappearing in a second. Soon, the only people present was Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Draco, Blaise, Susan, Hannah, Luna, Terry, Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley.

Mrs. Weasley sniffled a little and pulled Ginny into a huge embrace. "Oh, love," she soothed. "I'll miss you so much. You and your brother."

Ginny rolled her eyes and hugged her mother back, her lungs starting to collapse as her mother squeezed tighter. Mrs. Weasley continued her little renegade, hugging Ron, Harry and Hermione. She cried a little, causing Draco to laugh silently with Blaise hitting him on his shoulder, muttering, "This is no time for fun and games!"

Letting out a stressful sigh, Ginny shot up off the couch and picked up her trunk, waiting for Dumbledore's cue. She watched as everyone else did as she did, lugging around their trunks and standing by the office door. Closing her eyes in frustration, she leaned against the wall and thought about what was happening. She hasn't really said anything during the whole chat, but it didn't matter. She would be safe. Safe from any harm that could come to her from Voldemort, from Death Eaters and from anyone else who would want to harm her.

Her eyes still fluttered close, she felt a hand travel down her arm and into hers, entwining the fingers together in support. She opened her eyes slowly and smiled. "You okay, Ginny?" asked a very concerned Harry, his eyes staring directly into hers.

"I'm quite fine, Harry," she replied quietly.

He gave her a lopsided smile and swung their interlaced hands back and forth, also bored from all the commotion.

Ginny felt something eerie about, as if she was being stared at. Being the paranoid girl she was, she spun her head around and narrowed her eyes. Brown met silver and the world seemed to collide. Feeling her heart beat wildly in her chest, Ginny continued to stare into the orbs of gray and white in the eyes of her brother's enemy. She could sense anger, jealousy and lust overflowing in his pupils. His eyes flashed in irritation as they snapped to where her hand lay in Harry's palm. She followed his gaze and immediately snatched her arm back, causing Harry to look at her in confusion. "You alright there, Sis?" he asked kindly, rubbing her shoulder with the hand she was once holding. Ginny turned around one final time and found him glaring at her, before spinning around and speaking quietly to his friend.

Ginny met Harry's gaze and grinned. "I'm fine, Harry. Just a little nervous is all," she responded in a sweet voice. "Where's Ron?"

Harry nodded his head towards Mr. Weasley, who, by the looks of it, was scolding Ron about something. Hermione, on the other hand, was giving Mrs. Weasley a warm smile, whispering a few words of comfort. "Talking with your parents," he answered.

Ginny held onto her bag until her knuckles turned white, mentally whining about how long they were taking just to get into the muggle car. Of course, she'd ridden one before, mainly because she would take them to the train station on the first day of Hogwarts. Her father would usually call up the Ministry for a few new ones. It was a very great experience for her.

Tonks cleared her throat and yelled, "Alright, in the car!"

The car ride was absolutely hell for Ginny. Ron thought it would be funny to open the window and flirt with girls that would cross the street when their car would stop. Hermione would simply smack him upside the head and complain about how stupidly moronic he was. Draco, who was also in the car, along with Blaise, would insult Ron about how foolish he was to even think that women found him attractive. This little comment made Ron jump to the back of the car and almost pummel the blonde Slytherin to a pulp. Luckily, Tonks and Ginny held him back, both of them being in the middle section of the car. The driver scowled as he saw Ron punching Draco's face in, anger and rage written in his eyes. Tonks yelled loudly and placed a binding spell on him, aggravated with the feud. She turned around and scolded her cousin, reprimanding him on his lack of sincerity and abundance of pride. Ginny merely looked out the window when this happened, not wanting to even glance at his face.

Harry saw the tension between Ginny and Draco and immediately felt a pang of over-protectiveness. He thought that Draco had hurt Ginny in some way, making her feel uncontrollably scared or frightened of him. Sitting next to Ron, who was struggling with his bounds, Harry whispered in his ear, "Hey, do you reckon Gin's alright?"

Ron shifted his head a bit and answered, "Why? Did she say something?"

Right then, the car stopped suddenly at a red light, giving Ron the opportunity to flirt some more. He beckoned for Harry to open the window, which he did. Three beautiful blonde girls were crossing in front of them, giggling madly.

Ron grinned and yelled, "Morning, ladies!"

They stopped walking and looked at each other, identical grins on their faces. They walked up to the car and leaned over at the window, showing a bit too much skin. "Hi," they said in unison, their voices high and squeaky.

Hermione and Ginny rolled their eyes. Looking out eh window and ignoring their flirting, Ginny found the other car, where her father, the Ravenclaws and the Hufflepuffs were. She spotted Luna next to the window and waved, throwing her a smile. Luna waved back, but upon seeing Ron with the girls, she frowned and turned to face the front of car.

Ginny noticed the exchange and immediately turned to her brother. "Ronald!" she snapped, "what are you doing? I thought you were going to stop with the girls after Hermione had the baby!"

Everyone in the car froze.

Ginny threw a mischievous smirk and Hermione, signaling for her to go along. She did. Hermione put on a face of sadness. "How could you!" she wailed. "I don't think Harry Jr. would want you to be doing this! He's only three months, Ronald! Three months!"

The three girls looked at Hermione in sympathy. "Oh, Hon," cooed one of them. "Don't worry. You'll live."

The girl to the left gave Ron a huge smack in the head with her purse, surprised at how he didn't move at all. "Jerk!" she yelled. "Something is wrong with you!" They huffed and walked to the sidewalk, their hips swaying side to side. The car soon started up again, faster than before.

Ron growled. "Ginevra Molly Weasley!" he bellowed.

Harry rolled up the window and laughed hysterically, having Hermione also join him. "Baby -- You -- Ha -- Still -- Virgin -- Need -- Oxygen!"

Ginny snorted and giggled a little, earning a glare from her dearest brother. "I hate you, Gin," he spat, pouting heavily.

Ginny stuck her bottom lip out and ruffled Ron's hair. "Aww … is baby Ronald sad? Don't worry … I'm sure Harry Jr. will make you happy."

More roars of laughter were sent throughout the car, especially from the Slytherins. They were very amused with the turnout of the supposed flirting strategy that Ronald Weasley had planned.

Thankfully, the car came to a halt, stopping at a very long street, filled with houses that look exactly alike. They turned their heads to the right and found the house they were going to live in for the next three months and fifteen days.

Harry swallowed and asked, "Tonks, do they even know that we're here?"

Just as she would answer, another car rolled in just in front of them, a very happy Mr. Weasley driving it. "Well …" stuttered Tonks. "Yes?"

Harry whimpered slightly and opened the door to the car, ready for his fate with death. Tonks whispered the counter spell for Ron's bounds and soon he was also getting out of the car with Hermione and Ginny.

Draco scowled once more, causing Blaise to pinch him on the arm. Draco glared at him. "What?" asked Blaise innocently. "You were being a prat."

Everyone emptied out of the car and went to go and get their trunks. The sun hit on them hard, making them extremely hot and sweaty. The grass outside was a very green color and the flowers were blooming magnificently. Hermione took in a good amount of breath and grasped the handle to her bag. Heaving it upwards, she felt herself fall back with the impact, sending her to the floor.

Right before she could hit the concrete, someone took their one arm and placed it on her back. She cursed under her breath and stood up, looking at the person who prevented her from falling flat on her back. "Thanks, Zabini," she mumbled, now lugging her trunk behind her. She looked rather flustered and embarrassed at how a Slytherin managed to save a muggle-born, but said nothing about it.

Hermione walked side by side with Ginny as they walked up the footpath. "Ginny! Mione!" yelled a voice. The girls turned around and found a blonde haired girl with light blue eyes running towards them with a bright orange trunk. She finally reached them, out of breath. "I wish I could of ridden with you guys," she stated, catching her breath.

Hermione and Ginny smiled. "It's alright," replied Ginny. She looked around and found Terry Boot having a chat with Ron and Harry. "How does Terry feel about all of this?"

Luna shrugged. "Who cares? I'm spending the summer with you guys. My dad wanted us to go to Rome, but I didn't want to. I heard muggles bite over there," she said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Tonks was already at the door, ringing it loudly, her hair now a light daffodil color. It was waved around, as if she had live snakes for hair. It opened with a start, a happy Petunia smiling gaily. Taking one look at Tonks and the people behind her, a frown appeared on her pointed face. "May I help you?" she asked nastily.

Tonks disregarded the rudeness and said, "Hello, I'm Nymphadora Tonks. And I'm here to drop off the students. I don't think you were aware that they were coming, but now you are. As you've noticed, you house has grown larger from the inside. The rooms added are for their accommodation, not yours. Thank you very much!"

Tonks yelled for the kids to come in. "Get in!" she screeched, pushing through Petunia and walking into the house. Petunia, who had a shocked expression on her face, searched outside for any neighbors that would think this ambush was quite strange. Fortunately, everyone was still sleeping in late.

Tonks walked in, followed by Ginny, Hermione, and Luna. Ginny scanned the room and found tons of photos of a boy who looked way too big to even live. She rolled around her trunk and stopped at the other side of the living, waiting for Tonks' directions.

As if on cue, the overweight boy came running into the living room. He looked a lot thinner and leaner, but still quite chubby. His eyes widened as he saw all the students walk into the room. He squeaked loudly when he noticed the live Medusa standing in front of him. "Mummy," he sniveled. His eyes narrowed as his most hated cousin walked into the house. "What is he doing here?"

Harry threw him a smirk and walked over to Ginny, who was biting her lip awkwardly. Dudley then stared at Ginny. Looking her up and down, he stared at her enticingly, looking as if he was about to eat her up right then and there.

Still gazing at her tantalizing body, as he so thought it, a voice drawled directly at him. "Keep your eyes off what's mine."

Dudley broke the stare and looked up to find a tall muscular blonde boy glaring daggers at him. No one else was paying attention for they were too busy looking around the house. "Ex-Excuse me?" Dudley asked afraid.

"Don't so do as much as look at her," he said through clenched teeth. "She's mine."

Before Dudley could come up with a good retort, his father's booming voice echoed throughout the room. "What is this, Petunia?!"

Author's Note: Did you guys like? I really think this idea is pretty cool. I hope you liked it. Well, there will be more craziness and romance to come. This is a humor, so don't think by this chapter that it's going to be filled with Drama and stuff. (well, it will) .. bye !!

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