A/N: All right, everyone.  I have a good excuse fro not posting for THREE days!!  *Shudders at thought*

1) Confirmation (which went well, for all you people who care, tho I know no one does) (fri.)

2) Big, mean reports (sat.)

3) Holiday Bazarre at skool…all day.  *Groans* Fundraising for 8th grade graduation, and Girl Scouts (sun.)

4) Sick in bed all day today, but posting anywayz.  (Shhhh!  It's a secret!)

Hermione30: I see some in the near future…perhaps nearer than you think! *wink wink*

Duckie!: Ha!  I tricked you! Wait, you don't know that yet.  Ok, forget I said that.  Obliviate! *Looks curiously* well?  Did you forget?  Anywayz, thanks, thanks, and err, thanks, and yea, I read LoTR, actually, I'm reading the fellowship now too!  Weird.  Legolas is my fave character, and Orlando Bloom is perfect for him : )  Oh, and that was a VERY odd fic, by the sound of it…

AniHope: Thanks!

DQ: *smiles*

Line: Thanks, Thanks, and done!

Disclaimer: you know, I never knew what 'disclaimer' meant.  I just looked it up, and another word for it is 'requirement'.  Weird.  Oh, and I don't own Harry Potter, Hogwarts, friends, parents of friends, or everyone but Daisy and Carrie.

Chapter 18: The Agreement

            "HA-HARRY AND GINNY!  MY SISTER IS GOING OUT WITH MY BEST FRIEND?? That's great!" (A/N: he he.  I bet I had you all fooled he was angry!  Actually, I was gonna make him mad, but I changed my mind, because I remembered the train ride home in the 5th book…)

            "I thought you would think so," Hermione said, glad he wasn't going to explode, because it looked like he was.

            Ron grabbed the letter that was now on the floor, and read it himself.  "'Don't tell mum'.  Hmmmm, I wonder why…" said Ron, sardonically.

            Then Hermione said, "I'm going to write back to Ginny, Ronnie.  I'll be back later."  She gave him a quick kiss, which Ron tried to make longer, but she just broke it, smiled, and left Ron sitting on his bed, with a look of longing on his face.

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            Ginny received Hermione's letter about half an hour later, when she was out on the quidditch pitch, practicing chasing for the next match (Harry was now seeker and captain, as Angelina left, and made Ginny a chaser.)  Her beeping PDA made her land hastily, and then she took out the muggle device.

            Dear Ginny,

                       

            Wow!  I told Ron, and he seemed angry you were dating, but he was just yelling because he was happy, if that makes sense.  Well, congratulations!  I know you've been crushing on him since first year… Ginny didn't realize this was so obvious! …and I'm happy you're finally dating.  Burrows fine, Ron's being Ron. (Bill caught us kissing…It was SO embarrassing!) Ginny smiled at this.  I won't tell your mum. Well, your dad is very interested in my PDA, and he asked to see it, so I'd better go.  Oh, and go talk to Harry!  I'm sure he wants to, don't go avoiding him.

                        Happy Christmas to you too, and see you when the holidays are over!

                                    Love, Hermione

                        Ginny finished reading Hermione's letter, and gathered her stuff.  She headed back up to the castle, and went to go find Harry.  She was taking Hermione's advice, and all the way back up to the castle, she thought of what she would say to Harry.  Little did she know that her musings would be soon forgotten.

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                        Draco went back, trunk in tow, to where Daisy was waiting for his explanation.  She still looked scared of the woman.

                        "Bitch," muttered Draco.

                        "What did she say to you Draco?" inquired Daisy.

                        Draco looked over at her, his eyes showing fear, and Daisy noticed this.  However, he said nothing, and she didn't push the topic.

                        Daisy said, uncertainty, "So, Draco, where are you going in Maryland?

                        "Umm," Draco raked his brain for the odd-named place.  "Er…Oh yeah, Starview."

                        Daisy's jaw dropped.  "You're kidding, right?"

                        Draco shook his head.

                        "That's where I'm going!  That's where my foster parents live!"

                        "Wow, what a coincidence," smiled Draco, though the smile didn't reach his eyes.

                        "Well, let's go get a cab.  You can stay at my house if you want."

                        Draco nodded graciously.

                        After a long, two-hour car ride, Draco was staring openmouthed at the mansion-sized house in front of him.  It was the largest one he's seen, and he'd been looking out the window for two hours.

                        "Well?  What are you staring at?" asked Daisy.  "Come on, let's go in," she said, producing a key from the pocket of her muggle jeans.

                        "Draco…um…I kinda have a favor to ask you," said Daisy before they entered the house.

                        "Will you…will you pretend to be my boyfriend?  You see, I always have had one, ever since kindergarten, but I don't really think sharing an ice cream cone with your best guy friend, and then announcing your 'love', but then five minutes later, getting bored and pretending to break up…." She shook her head wildly, as Draco was looking at her like she'd grown two more heads.  "Anyway, my foster parents have never seen me without one, and I don't know how they'd react, probably saying, 'I guess you've lost your touch,' or something like that.  So?  Will you?  Please?  Only when we're around them."

                        Draco tried to take all this in.  "So your saying, Miss Potter, that you want me to be your boyfriend?  What do I get out of it?

                        Daisy considered this.  "I don't know yet.  But don't worry, it'll be good."

                        "Alright," drawled Draco, and Daisy's eyes lit up.  "As long as no one at school finds out.  I have a reputation to protect."

                        "Deal," agreed Daisy.

                        Daisy put her key in the door, and turned.  "Mom!  Dad!  I'm home!"

                        Draco looked around the muggle home with interest.  He'd never been in a muggle house before.

                        A motherly figure came out of the kitchen.  She had shoulder-length light brown hair, cut in a bob.

                        "Daisy, honey, I'm so happy to see you!" Daisy's mother squealed as she pulled her daughter into a giant hug.  She looked over Daisy's shoulder, and asked curiously, "Who's this cutie?" eyeing Draco.

                        "MOM!!"

                        "What?  He IS cute…"

                        "Mom, this is my boyfriend, Draco Malfoy.  Draco, this, obviously, is my mom."

                        "Pleasure," said Draco, shaking Barbara's (Daisy's mom) hand.

                        "Yes.  Our little girl is never without a boyfriend!  I should've known."

                        Daisy blushed.                                                                                                                                       

                        "Well, we'd better go unpack," said Daisy, grabbing Draco's hand.  Their hands fit perfectly.  She looked up at him, and smiled.  Draco realized this, and grinned back.

                        "I'd better leave you two alone.  Oh, and Daisy, your father will be home shortly," said Barbara.

                        Draco and Daisy were still staring at each other.  After about five minutes, Draco shifted, and said, "Well, our trunks are waiting."

                        Daisy jumped.  "Of course, come on."

                        Daisy saw, out of the corner of her eye, that her mother was watching them.  She gave the slightest of warning looks, because her mother was watching, and whispered, "I'm really sorry about this,"

                        Draco was caught off guard as Daisy's lips collided with his, and he had a look of great surprise on his face.  He started to back away, but Daisy pinched him and pulled him closer.  After a few seconds, he saw her mother watching down the hall, and realized what she was doing.  He grabbed her around her waist, as she put her arms around his neck, and pressed harder against her lips, and then he watched her mother smile and return to the kitchen.  As soon as this happened, he pulled away.  He looked at her, and then bent down to kiss her again.

                        "What are you doing, Draco?  She's gone!"

                        "I knew that," replied Draco, turning pink, and trying to hide his actions.

                        They went into Daisy's room, and she started unpacking while Draco went into the adjoining bathroom to wash his mouth out, to add effect of not liking her at all. (Which, of course, was a lie.)

                        "Good idea," called Daisy, seeing what he was doing, and went to join him.

                        A few hours later, after Draco had met Patrick, Daisy's father, had a HUGE Christmas dinner, and shared a few more (amazing, according to Draco) kisses with Daisy in front of her parents, Draco laid down on the bed which was in the room connected to the bathroom, which was connected to Daisy's room. (A/N: If you got all that.  If not, here is a diagram of the room arrangements:

DAISY'S ROOMàBATHROOMàDRACO'S ROOM)

                        As he drifted off to sleep, the same thought kept replaying in his mind: I can't believe I'm supposed to murder Daisy Potter.

A/N: Ha!  I'm evil.  BWAH HA HA HA HA!!