YEY TIME FOR PART 4! WE CAN MEET THE MUGGLE BRUNETTES! WHICH SHLD BE FUN, LOL.
last line of part 3: the intercom started buzzing and his stomach jumped into his throat.
PART 4:
Harry sat bolt upright on the brown corduroy sofa, fixing the intercom with a look of panic. He took a deep breath and prayed for mercy. "Malfoy, where are you?" he muttered, which had to be the very first time he had ever wished for the appearance of his old rival.
Harry pressed the little button and spoke into the mike. Luckily, his voice had broken another octave during the summer, and instead of hearing the paranoid bloke fidgeting nervously on the other end of the line, the girls at the door found themselves listening to a rough, deep baritone that was definitely not who they had expected.
"This is Mal- er, Draco's flat," said Harry, stupidly.
He heard a shrill fuzzy whispering at the other end, then a voice said, uncertainly, "er, who's that? This is Emma. D said we could still catch up tonight. -more whispers in the background-, um... should we go? only it's like, nearly six."
"Sure," said Harry, hoping that he sounded extremely cool and smooth, rather than a quivering nervous wreck. He had approximately two minutes to get himself together while the girls climbed the stairs, and suspected he would start hyperventilating a little before then.
But then, miraculously and as if on cue, the window opened behind him and Malfoy entered on a very old Comet Two-Sixty, pulling off an invisibility cloak that looked rather newer than Harry's.
"What? Think you're the only one Dumbledore ever protected?" he snapped.
"It's not even six yet," said Harry, blankly. "Er, those muggles are on their way up."
"Bollocks," said Malfoy, in a posh sort of self-preoccupied voice. He darted into his room, throwing a, "come here!" to Harry. Harry followed, warily, holding his wand, which had been on his person ever since he'd hailed the Knight Bus. Malfoy was hastily ripping off his robes, which had jeans underneath, and pulling on a muggle shirt, while continuing "OK, you're my cousin and your name is...Chris. It can be Chris. Chris Malfoy. God I have ugly relatives," he muttered, stowing the broom on the top of the wardrobe with his Nimbus.
"Why can't I just be Harry Potter?" said, Harry, nonplussed, as Malfoy shoved any evidence of wizardry under his bed, including the photographs from the window sill.
"God Potter, you really are thick," he said, "we'll talk later. You're CHRIS. And put your wand somewhere out of sight for God's sakes!"
Harry was just stowing his wand in his trunk, when he heard Malfoy opening the door to the muggles. He swallowed, keeping out of sight long enough to hear Malfoy say, in a distinctly huskier tone than usual, "Surprised? Your faces, I did promise I'd be back early!" There was the sound of girls saying 'mwa...mwa!'. Harry assumed they were kissing Malfoy's cheeks the way posh Londoners do, which made him smirk, remembering what it looked like when Aunt Petunia and Marge attempted this. "Who answered, D? He said you were out? I was verrrry upset." Harry cringed. he could feel the girl's pout from here.
"My...cousin. Chris. He's got a sense of humour, you know...hey Chris!"
Harry unwillingly left the safety of his new room, and leaned against the door frame in what he hoped was a casual manner. Malfoy was standing in the doorway still, with a girl draped over one arm, and another two occupied the sofa.
"This is Emma," Malfoy smirked, indicating the girl on his arm. Harry stared. Tall brunette was right, but Malfoy had neglected to mention that this girl -ALL these girls, he realised -looked at least half a million quid better off than anyone he'd ever seen, and was clearly what was referred to on reality TV as a 'socialite'.
"Hey," she said, dropped Malfoy's arm and began to make for the kitchen. he felt decidedly scruffy, and pulled his hair over his scar as if it was a terrible embarrassment.
"And this is Cassy, and Heidi. My girls," said Malfoy possessively. "Girls, this is Chris."
"Hey Chris," said one of them, who Harry noted was very leggy and didn't own a lot of skirt. She did a double-take for a second and said, "hey, that's is just too unreal. If you weren't D's cousin I'd be seriously freaked! Cass, doesn't he look a lot like Harry Potter?"
Harry choked. Malfoy gave a very forced laugh, "yeah, yeah that would be weird wouldn't it, Chris? But you know, just cuz my parents were barmy enough to name ME after a book character..." he laughed again. Harry was extremely confused. The girl Cassy had stood up and was giving him an appraising look.
"He would be, if he were a bit fatter, and had a scar thing," she said, and sauntered past him to join Emma in the kitchen, where they could now hear the chinking of glassware. Malfoy gave him a sharp twitch of the eyebrow, and reclined with a practiced casualness on the sofa. Harry, against his inner wishes, and his instinct which was to run away from this extremely strange situation before he got sucked in too far, slouched over to the armchair and slumped into it. Malfoy put his hand on the leggy girl's thigh.
"Eep! Dracoooow not in front of your cousiiin!" she squeaked, and moved a little closer to him. Harry stared pointedly at the blank TV screen. Malfoy chucked him the remote.
"Hey Chris," he said, and Harry detected a small hint of warning in his tone, "see what's on TV mate." Harry flicked the channels. It was just past 6 am. There was BBC news, early 'Ceebeebies'. ITV News, and re-showings of yesterday's 'Big Brother'.
"Ceebeebies!" squealed leggy, now joined again by Cassy, who had taken Malfoy's other side and was looking distinctly pissed off with him.
They were forced to watch Ceebeebies, including the Teletubbies and the Tweenies for over an hour, when Emma, who had taken the initiative to find them all beers or vodka, depending on preference, suggested that they switch over for the football results. Harry decided that this one of the little 'social club' was alright.
"We'd better go, then," said Heidi pointedly. She and Cassy made to go, around quarter to eight, when Harry had got so tired that he was awake again and feeling slightly drunk and very hungry.
"See you round, Harry Potter lookie," said Cassy, and Heidi kissed him on the cheek before throwing a disgruntled look at Malfoy, and leaving with a, "we should hang out some time, Chris!"
Emma remained. The moment the door shut, she fell down across Malfoy's lap, where she'd been sitting to keep out of the way of the giggle sisters.
"Urgh, that was the biggest pile of shite I've ever had to put up with in my life!" she said. Harry gaped. Malfoy sniggered. "You are Harry Potter, aren't you?" she continued, "you know The Daily Prophet puts at least ten pounds on you. You could sue."
"Yeah, that's him," said Malfoy idly, flicking onto the news.
"Hortense Lestrange," said the girl who up to two seconds ago had been the very muggle Emma, extending a hand, "Weird place to meet, eh Potter?"
TO BE CONTINUED SO ADIOS AND WAIT FOR CHAP 5 TO SEE HOW THEY ALL KNEW IT WAS HARRY!!!
last line of part 3: the intercom started buzzing and his stomach jumped into his throat.
PART 4:
Harry sat bolt upright on the brown corduroy sofa, fixing the intercom with a look of panic. He took a deep breath and prayed for mercy. "Malfoy, where are you?" he muttered, which had to be the very first time he had ever wished for the appearance of his old rival.
Harry pressed the little button and spoke into the mike. Luckily, his voice had broken another octave during the summer, and instead of hearing the paranoid bloke fidgeting nervously on the other end of the line, the girls at the door found themselves listening to a rough, deep baritone that was definitely not who they had expected.
"This is Mal- er, Draco's flat," said Harry, stupidly.
He heard a shrill fuzzy whispering at the other end, then a voice said, uncertainly, "er, who's that? This is Emma. D said we could still catch up tonight. -more whispers in the background-, um... should we go? only it's like, nearly six."
"Sure," said Harry, hoping that he sounded extremely cool and smooth, rather than a quivering nervous wreck. He had approximately two minutes to get himself together while the girls climbed the stairs, and suspected he would start hyperventilating a little before then.
But then, miraculously and as if on cue, the window opened behind him and Malfoy entered on a very old Comet Two-Sixty, pulling off an invisibility cloak that looked rather newer than Harry's.
"What? Think you're the only one Dumbledore ever protected?" he snapped.
"It's not even six yet," said Harry, blankly. "Er, those muggles are on their way up."
"Bollocks," said Malfoy, in a posh sort of self-preoccupied voice. He darted into his room, throwing a, "come here!" to Harry. Harry followed, warily, holding his wand, which had been on his person ever since he'd hailed the Knight Bus. Malfoy was hastily ripping off his robes, which had jeans underneath, and pulling on a muggle shirt, while continuing "OK, you're my cousin and your name is...Chris. It can be Chris. Chris Malfoy. God I have ugly relatives," he muttered, stowing the broom on the top of the wardrobe with his Nimbus.
"Why can't I just be Harry Potter?" said, Harry, nonplussed, as Malfoy shoved any evidence of wizardry under his bed, including the photographs from the window sill.
"God Potter, you really are thick," he said, "we'll talk later. You're CHRIS. And put your wand somewhere out of sight for God's sakes!"
Harry was just stowing his wand in his trunk, when he heard Malfoy opening the door to the muggles. He swallowed, keeping out of sight long enough to hear Malfoy say, in a distinctly huskier tone than usual, "Surprised? Your faces, I did promise I'd be back early!" There was the sound of girls saying 'mwa...mwa!'. Harry assumed they were kissing Malfoy's cheeks the way posh Londoners do, which made him smirk, remembering what it looked like when Aunt Petunia and Marge attempted this. "Who answered, D? He said you were out? I was verrrry upset." Harry cringed. he could feel the girl's pout from here.
"My...cousin. Chris. He's got a sense of humour, you know...hey Chris!"
Harry unwillingly left the safety of his new room, and leaned against the door frame in what he hoped was a casual manner. Malfoy was standing in the doorway still, with a girl draped over one arm, and another two occupied the sofa.
"This is Emma," Malfoy smirked, indicating the girl on his arm. Harry stared. Tall brunette was right, but Malfoy had neglected to mention that this girl -ALL these girls, he realised -looked at least half a million quid better off than anyone he'd ever seen, and was clearly what was referred to on reality TV as a 'socialite'.
"Hey," she said, dropped Malfoy's arm and began to make for the kitchen. he felt decidedly scruffy, and pulled his hair over his scar as if it was a terrible embarrassment.
"And this is Cassy, and Heidi. My girls," said Malfoy possessively. "Girls, this is Chris."
"Hey Chris," said one of them, who Harry noted was very leggy and didn't own a lot of skirt. She did a double-take for a second and said, "hey, that's is just too unreal. If you weren't D's cousin I'd be seriously freaked! Cass, doesn't he look a lot like Harry Potter?"
Harry choked. Malfoy gave a very forced laugh, "yeah, yeah that would be weird wouldn't it, Chris? But you know, just cuz my parents were barmy enough to name ME after a book character..." he laughed again. Harry was extremely confused. The girl Cassy had stood up and was giving him an appraising look.
"He would be, if he were a bit fatter, and had a scar thing," she said, and sauntered past him to join Emma in the kitchen, where they could now hear the chinking of glassware. Malfoy gave him a sharp twitch of the eyebrow, and reclined with a practiced casualness on the sofa. Harry, against his inner wishes, and his instinct which was to run away from this extremely strange situation before he got sucked in too far, slouched over to the armchair and slumped into it. Malfoy put his hand on the leggy girl's thigh.
"Eep! Dracoooow not in front of your cousiiin!" she squeaked, and moved a little closer to him. Harry stared pointedly at the blank TV screen. Malfoy chucked him the remote.
"Hey Chris," he said, and Harry detected a small hint of warning in his tone, "see what's on TV mate." Harry flicked the channels. It was just past 6 am. There was BBC news, early 'Ceebeebies'. ITV News, and re-showings of yesterday's 'Big Brother'.
"Ceebeebies!" squealed leggy, now joined again by Cassy, who had taken Malfoy's other side and was looking distinctly pissed off with him.
They were forced to watch Ceebeebies, including the Teletubbies and the Tweenies for over an hour, when Emma, who had taken the initiative to find them all beers or vodka, depending on preference, suggested that they switch over for the football results. Harry decided that this one of the little 'social club' was alright.
"We'd better go, then," said Heidi pointedly. She and Cassy made to go, around quarter to eight, when Harry had got so tired that he was awake again and feeling slightly drunk and very hungry.
"See you round, Harry Potter lookie," said Cassy, and Heidi kissed him on the cheek before throwing a disgruntled look at Malfoy, and leaving with a, "we should hang out some time, Chris!"
Emma remained. The moment the door shut, she fell down across Malfoy's lap, where she'd been sitting to keep out of the way of the giggle sisters.
"Urgh, that was the biggest pile of shite I've ever had to put up with in my life!" she said. Harry gaped. Malfoy sniggered. "You are Harry Potter, aren't you?" she continued, "you know The Daily Prophet puts at least ten pounds on you. You could sue."
"Yeah, that's him," said Malfoy idly, flicking onto the news.
"Hortense Lestrange," said the girl who up to two seconds ago had been the very muggle Emma, extending a hand, "Weird place to meet, eh Potter?"
TO BE CONTINUED SO ADIOS AND WAIT FOR CHAP 5 TO SEE HOW THEY ALL KNEW IT WAS HARRY!!!