Author's Note: Hello, again! Thank you all for the three lovely first reviews. I feel so special. xD Anyways, here's the second chapter, as asked. I did it fairly quickly, but at least it's longer than the other one. Here you go! And remember to REVIEW!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. That right is rightfully righted to J.K. Rowling.

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Love, With a Spoonful of Milk and Way Too Much Sugar
By: Brinkixsh

Chapter Two


Draco's mother was not home, waiting for him, when he got back to his Manor. But the black carriage, embossed with the Malfoy crest on it, was, ready to deliver him to King's Cross. His trunk, belongings, and broomstick all stashed in the carriage already, accredited to the house-elves that had replaced Dobby after he was freed in Draco's second year.

Draco hurried up his set of stairs to his part of the Manor, massive as it was, to change into yet another white dress blouse and dark wool slacks. Buttoning up his shirt - leaving the last three open - he turned and his hard-gray eyes locked in the mirror.

White-blonde hair fell over his face, cropped neatly but more of a Potter's style, due to his hasty exit at the Parkinson's. He began to reach for the bottle of gel that stood on his dressing table, but after more thought, he decided to leave it. Lucius had always forced him to slick his hair like that, and he had always hated it. But Lucius wasn't around anymore, he thought grimly.

And he was as pale as ever. He lifted five strong, large fingers to his face and brushed his own cheek, and wondered how he had not tanned after long training sessions of Quidditch in his own field the past summer. (Besides his nightly rendevous, Draco had spent his days in the Quidditch field, determined to snatch the Snitch from under Potter's ugly nose.) But he really didn't mind - he was actually fond with his white complexion.

Although tanning was not an outcome of his Quidditch training, his body was. He had grown a towering six feet five, not scrawny but built nicely.

All in all, Draco decided, as he stared at himself in the mirror, he looked good.

He smirked.

Suddenly, Remy, the new house-elf, dashed into the room. "Master Draco," he squeaked. "It is five past nine! You must be hurrying now if you aren't going to miss the train."

Draco let his eyes linger on the mirror before turning to face the elf. "Right," he nodded, and followed Remy down the stairs to doors.

However, he paused before the door and turned his head around. Remy looked at him, curiously, but didn't dare to question. Draco cast one look up the stairs that led to his mother's chambers.

"Goodbye, Mother," he said softly, even though he knew she wouldn't say anything back, and swiftly stepped out the door and closed it with a small click .

"Goodbye, son."

-break-

"FRED!"

"I'm not Fred, I'm George."

"GEORGE!"

"Just joking with you, Mum, I'm Fred."

"GEORGE!"

"What! What did I do this time? Whatever it is, it's Fred, I promise you."

Ginny rolled her eyes and closed them, attempting to block out the chaos in the Ministry car Dad had gotten for them this time. Most unfortunately, he was only able to get two, and since Fred and George had both come to send them off as well, Mum, Harry, Fred, George, and herself were all compressed together in the very tight space that was driving through London.

Harry noticed this and placed an arm around her shoulder, as if to comfort her. It didn't. Ginny shuddered and felt, if possible, a little more enclosed then she had before.

Opening her eyes and straightening up, she attempted to remove Harry's arm by leaning forward. "Harry, I don't.."

Fred, George, and her mum finally stopped their bickering and saw Harry's arm around Ginny. "Harry," George, who was sitting to the right of Harry, elbowed him hard in the ribs. "You watch yourself there! Wouldn't want to... You know..."

"Get in trouble with us for, er, how do you say it.." Fred continued, turning around.

"Get in with Ginny, if you know what I mean..."

"An excellent way to put it, George."

"Pleasure's mine. Anyways..."

"We've been meaning to talk to you about this, but I guess it slipped our minds..."

"As you know, we're very busy and succesful people, so we'll just have to say it now..."

"If you ever, ever hurt Ginny in any way..."

"You'll have us, and, mind you, four other brothers answer to..."

"So you better watch yourself, Harry..."

"'Cause we've got a few items that have been labled 'Too Dangerous' in our joke shop to sell, but of course, we could always find use for them..."

"Especially the one that involves cutting off your..."

"Fred!" Mrs. Weasley cried, scandalized.

"Sorry, Mum."

"Don't threaten Harry like that, he's a good boy, aren't you, Harry?" Mrs. Weasley turned around at a red light to look at Harry in the eye. "You know not to.. Not do anything a good boy wouldn't do, don't you, Harry? Don't you?"

"Yes, Mrs. Weasley," Harry nodded firmly. George cuffed him in the shoulder.

"Good," George grinned. "It's good to know you can control your urges..."

Ginny blushed raw pink, shaking with embaressment and anger. How dare her brothers threaten Harry! She could take care of herself quite well, thank you! And especially in front of her. At least they should have the decency to do it privately! Her mother, too! She crossed her arms, fuming, and glared out the window.

No more than ten seconds later, Mrs. Weasley had reached for her wand when it turned into a giant green parrot and flew out the window, squawking, and she began to shout at the twins again, completely forgetting about Harry, who put his arm back around Ginny again.

She was quite glad when Mrs. Weasley had finally pulled to a stop and announced that they had arrived at King's Cross, and nearly bolted out of the car.

-break-

"You're late." Draco smirked.

Blaise Zabini looked offended. "I got distracted on the way here. You're just not that important."

"Of course I am," Draco said softly. Blaise smirked.

"Whatever, Princess." Blaise crossed his arms and leaned against a brick column at Platform 9 3/4. "From what I hear, I'd think you might be kind of straight. Pansy was going on and on about what a great shag you were, and how disappointed she was when she woke up to find Drakie-Poo not there."

Blaise, who had came to Hogwarts in Draco's sixth year, was something of a brother and a best-friend to Draco.

Draco glared at him. "I'm as gay as you are bloody straight. And what's Parkinson got, anyways? I've shagged her and left her in the early morning about twenty times this summer. She should be used to it."

Blaise raised an eyebrow. "Quite the busy-body, aren't you, Draco"

He smirked in reply.

Blaise looked him up and down. "Well, I must admit, you do look rather.. Tasty..." He licked his lips. Draco shivered.

"Don't do that. It's almost as scary as Potter checking me out."

Blaise grabbed his chest.

"I said almost. Calm down."

Blaise grinned. "I hear Potter's got a new girl. Probably just to priss off Chang, though. Don't know who it is, yet, anyways."

Draco smirked. "I.. had Chang this summer. Pity Potter didn't keep her any longer, she was really good.."

Blaise snorted. "Come on, Princess." He started heading towards the scarlet train. "We're not going to find an empty compartment if you don't get your hairy arse over here."

Draco glanced at the clock on a column on the platform. "Bloody hell!" he yelped, hurrying after Blaise, who was smirking. "Damn you, Zabini. If you weren't late to our designated meeting, and then delayed me with your incessive talking, we would have had a private compartment all to ourselves."

His friend laughed. "First of all, my incessive talking is something you should've gotten used to by now, and I had a good reason for my delayed arrival that even you would like." He smirked widely.

Draco stopped and turned to look at the raven-haired boy. "What?" he snapped.

Blaise snickered and gestured his hand towards a figure in the crowd who had their back to them. "I know I'm gay," Blaise whispered softly in Draco's ear behind him. "But she is just delicious."

Draco peered through the crowd, spotted the girl, and dropped his jaw in shock.


Author's Note: Ooh! I wonder who that girl is! xD No prizes guessing who. Anyways. REVIEW!

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