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Title: Never To Return
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Still unsure...
Summary: Draco gets wacked in the face with a brick! Not literally...but figuratively, yes! His life takes a wicked turn(or so he thinks) when he is expelled from Hogwarts and forced to live in the muggle world! Or shall I say, in reality?
Chapter 2
"Class, because Professor Dumbledore has granted me the special opportunity to bring you all here today, I sincerely ask that there is no fooling around or mention of non-muggle subjects whatsoever. Remember, do not take out your wands! If there is any trouble, I will assist you. Everyone ready? Follow me and stay together!"
Draco couldn't believe what he was hearing! He rolled off his bed and went to his open window when his heart nearly stopped. He quickly turned from the window, leaned against the wall, and tried to focus his suddenly frozen brain. He was pretty sure it was the Professor of Muggle Studies, but what in Merlin was he and a class doing here? And right outside his room? He crouched beneath the window and cautiously raised his head to see what was happening. The Professor was leading a class of Hogwarts students all disguised in muggle clothing including himself .
"Oh, Merlin!" He hid his face from the window again as the all too familiar faces of Potter, Weasley, and Granger passed.
"Wonder which muggle home we'll be visiting , eh Harry?"
"I heard that we were visiting Malfoy!"
"What? You don't mean Malfoy, Malfoy?"
"Yep."
"Ha, ha! This'll be the best lesson yet!"
"I know. I can't wait to see the look on Malfoy's face!"
"Serves him right, the twisted little git."
Draco sank lower onto the floor, his heart thumping wildly than ever. How could that be? They weren't coming to visit him? Now? Suddenly, there was a loud knock. Draco froze. Was it them? He waited for another knock when instead he heard voices. Oh, no! His bedroom door was unlocked. They would soon find him. He wanted to hide in the closet or somewhere, but his legs wouldn't listen. Move legs, c'mon move! Sweat dripped down his forehead when his bedroom door burst open with a bang.
"Ha! You were right, Harry. Look, it's Malfoy!" Everyone's eyes turned on him with surprised looks of digust. The Professor spoke first.
"Mr. Weasley, as excited as you are, I don't recall you being in charge . Now class, take out your scrolls and begin jotting down observations. There, under the window, is a muggle. As you can see, he is dressed like us. Simple pants and a t-shirt for the males. You muggle, will you please stand up."
Draco stood under the gaze of his once fellow school-mates. Suddenly a desperate urge unlike him came over.
"Please, Professor, take me back to Hogwarts! Please, I'm not meant to be a muggle! I'm a wizard! Please take me back to where I belong!" He turned to Potter. "Potter-er-Harry! You know I'm not a muggle! I don't belong here! You live with muggles, don't you? You hate it too, don't you?"
"Ha, ha, ha! Malfoy, I didn't know you knew how to beg! Pretty good too! I almost felt sorry for you! Ha, ha! Professor, are all muggles as pitiful as this?" The class erupted into mocking laughs.
"Now, now class, we didn't come here to fool around. We came here to study muggles, although I do have to agree, this one seems a little deranged, eh?" The Professor started to cackle and the rest of the class followed suit. Potter was now rolling around on his stomach, unable to control himself.
"Hey Professor! Look-ha, ha-look at me! I'm a muggle!" He got on his knees, folded his hands and did a very good imitation of Malfoy's pleas just a moment ago. The howling grew louder and louder when the Professor lowered his face in front of Draco and whispered scathingly, "You'll never be one of us, muggle boy, never! Never! Ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
Draco opened his eyes. He blinked and slowly looked around. There was no one in his room. No one. He heaved a nervous sigh. It had been a dream; just a dream.
Clearly remembering the laughs in his dream as if they were real, Draco threw his pillow against the wall, breathing like an angry bull. Never in his life had he been so envious of Potter until now. Even Weasley and the mudblood Granger. Everyone! Every bloody prat in that bloody school! They were all better off than him now. And his father. He wasn't here to help. The dementors probably had gotten to him by now. He was probably insane. Draco got off his bed and ripped open the bag that the ministry supplied to him before being banished from the wizarding world. Dumping all the contents on the floor, he searched for anything that could help him. There had to be someway he could contact someone...his mother...or Crabbe, or Goyle.....
"Arrrrghhhhhhhhh!" Nothing. He was alone; an outcast; alone. He drew his knees to his chest and finally let the bottled up tears fall. The sun outside slowly diminished as a cool evening creeped on, completely unaware of a silently weeping boy inside.
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YUMMYJAJANGMYUN SPEAKS!
Special thanks to my two and only reviewers.
FoXyRoXie: Very flattering; thanks for enjoying the first chapter!
CNJ: I'm pleased to hear that you have found a story to your liking! I'll do my best to keep it up!
Hope you enjoyed this chapter. This one was particularly hard to write with all the emotions and such. Well, hope you will await the third! and I apologize if you have been waiting awhile, but get used to it! I'm very lazy; it's a miracle the sun doesn't rise from the west because I actually updated. Well, toot, toot everyone! ( That is, if there even are readers....heh.) Oh yea and wow, I just realized how hard it is to write a realistic story, that is,a realistically written one..cuz we all know that Harry Potter doesn't exist...right. SO, a big salute to fellow writers out there!
Title: Never To Return
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Still unsure...
Summary: Draco gets wacked in the face with a brick! Not literally...but figuratively, yes! His life takes a wicked turn(or so he thinks) when he is expelled from Hogwarts and forced to live in the muggle world! Or shall I say, in reality?
Chapter 2
"Class, because Professor Dumbledore has granted me the special opportunity to bring you all here today, I sincerely ask that there is no fooling around or mention of non-muggle subjects whatsoever. Remember, do not take out your wands! If there is any trouble, I will assist you. Everyone ready? Follow me and stay together!"
Draco couldn't believe what he was hearing! He rolled off his bed and went to his open window when his heart nearly stopped. He quickly turned from the window, leaned against the wall, and tried to focus his suddenly frozen brain. He was pretty sure it was the Professor of Muggle Studies, but what in Merlin was he and a class doing here? And right outside his room? He crouched beneath the window and cautiously raised his head to see what was happening. The Professor was leading a class of Hogwarts students all disguised in muggle clothing including himself .
"Oh, Merlin!" He hid his face from the window again as the all too familiar faces of Potter, Weasley, and Granger passed.
"Wonder which muggle home we'll be visiting , eh Harry?"
"I heard that we were visiting Malfoy!"
"What? You don't mean Malfoy, Malfoy?"
"Yep."
"Ha, ha! This'll be the best lesson yet!"
"I know. I can't wait to see the look on Malfoy's face!"
"Serves him right, the twisted little git."
Draco sank lower onto the floor, his heart thumping wildly than ever. How could that be? They weren't coming to visit him? Now? Suddenly, there was a loud knock. Draco froze. Was it them? He waited for another knock when instead he heard voices. Oh, no! His bedroom door was unlocked. They would soon find him. He wanted to hide in the closet or somewhere, but his legs wouldn't listen. Move legs, c'mon move! Sweat dripped down his forehead when his bedroom door burst open with a bang.
"Ha! You were right, Harry. Look, it's Malfoy!" Everyone's eyes turned on him with surprised looks of digust. The Professor spoke first.
"Mr. Weasley, as excited as you are, I don't recall you being in charge . Now class, take out your scrolls and begin jotting down observations. There, under the window, is a muggle. As you can see, he is dressed like us. Simple pants and a t-shirt for the males. You muggle, will you please stand up."
Draco stood under the gaze of his once fellow school-mates. Suddenly a desperate urge unlike him came over.
"Please, Professor, take me back to Hogwarts! Please, I'm not meant to be a muggle! I'm a wizard! Please take me back to where I belong!" He turned to Potter. "Potter-er-Harry! You know I'm not a muggle! I don't belong here! You live with muggles, don't you? You hate it too, don't you?"
"Ha, ha, ha! Malfoy, I didn't know you knew how to beg! Pretty good too! I almost felt sorry for you! Ha, ha! Professor, are all muggles as pitiful as this?" The class erupted into mocking laughs.
"Now, now class, we didn't come here to fool around. We came here to study muggles, although I do have to agree, this one seems a little deranged, eh?" The Professor started to cackle and the rest of the class followed suit. Potter was now rolling around on his stomach, unable to control himself.
"Hey Professor! Look-ha, ha-look at me! I'm a muggle!" He got on his knees, folded his hands and did a very good imitation of Malfoy's pleas just a moment ago. The howling grew louder and louder when the Professor lowered his face in front of Draco and whispered scathingly, "You'll never be one of us, muggle boy, never! Never! Ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
Draco opened his eyes. He blinked and slowly looked around. There was no one in his room. No one. He heaved a nervous sigh. It had been a dream; just a dream.
Clearly remembering the laughs in his dream as if they were real, Draco threw his pillow against the wall, breathing like an angry bull. Never in his life had he been so envious of Potter until now. Even Weasley and the mudblood Granger. Everyone! Every bloody prat in that bloody school! They were all better off than him now. And his father. He wasn't here to help. The dementors probably had gotten to him by now. He was probably insane. Draco got off his bed and ripped open the bag that the ministry supplied to him before being banished from the wizarding world. Dumping all the contents on the floor, he searched for anything that could help him. There had to be someway he could contact someone...his mother...or Crabbe, or Goyle.....
"Arrrrghhhhhhhhh!" Nothing. He was alone; an outcast; alone. He drew his knees to his chest and finally let the bottled up tears fall. The sun outside slowly diminished as a cool evening creeped on, completely unaware of a silently weeping boy inside.
*************************************************************************************
YUMMYJAJANGMYUN SPEAKS!
Special thanks to my two and only reviewers.
FoXyRoXie: Very flattering; thanks for enjoying the first chapter!
CNJ: I'm pleased to hear that you have found a story to your liking! I'll do my best to keep it up!
Hope you enjoyed this chapter. This one was particularly hard to write with all the emotions and such. Well, hope you will await the third! and I apologize if you have been waiting awhile, but get used to it! I'm very lazy; it's a miracle the sun doesn't rise from the west because I actually updated. Well, toot, toot everyone! ( That is, if there even are readers....heh.) Oh yea and wow, I just realized how hard it is to write a realistic story, that is,a realistically written one..cuz we all know that Harry Potter doesn't exist...right. SO, a big salute to fellow writers out there!