A/N Yep, I'm back! Writing more HP fan ficcies with the help of me buddy
mac12. There is nothing better in the world than a good D/G, although I am
a sucker for Lucius/Sonja (underworld) things too. I miss the old stories.
My favorite D/G is the colour of her knickers. I know lots of people
other than me have read it but not enough. Read it people! Its hilarious
and fab!
Well, I know you're not here to read my stupid A/Ns but they are so fun to
blather on in. And if you read this but don't review it I will hunt you
down and personally decapitate you. Or I might just kick you scrawny ass
all the way to China, leave it there, and let the communists pick it up (I
am NOT being racists here!). Which do you prefer? I'm partial to both
ways, so I might do both, or I might do neither, or I could do only one of
them. Whatever your choice. Yes, I am a violent soul. No, I am not a
member of a gang. Yes, I am a pervert. No, I do not watch porno. Yes,
this is incredibly stupid. No, I will not stop. Actually, yes I will.
On the top of the hill a little house stood, put together like a stack of boxes dumped onto each other. It was small and the towers of rooms made it an interesting sight. Different colors and an assortment of jutting windows covered the entire surface area. A one lane dirt road led up to the front step of the house, but it was rarely used, and so weeds grew wild over the twin tracks. Spiraling out of one tower was a column of smoke which disappeared in the slightest puff of wind. If you listened hard enough a shrill grunting noise could be heard, coming from the unwanted inhabitants of the squat bushes. It was as if the place was an illustration from a children's book. Considering the family living there it wasn't surprising.
"YOU WORTHLESS SCUMBAG OF A SON!" A woman's voice cut sharply through the silent air. Next came the less than delicate smashing of dishes, or something made out of glass.
"Mom, please, let me explain."
"EXPLAIN? YES PLEASE EXPLAIN YOURSELF. EXPLAIN WHY YOU, RON WEASLEY, STILL EXPECT TO MOOCH OFF OF YOUR OWN FAMILY? AND WHILE YOU'RE AT IT, EXPLAIN WHY YOU ARE ENTERTAINING WOMEN IN YOUR ROOM. YOU THINK I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT YOU WERE DOING? STUPID WORTHLESS AROGANT THOUGHTLESS PERSON! YOU ARE STILL UNDER MY ROOF AND SO YOU WILL FOLLOW MY RULES. SHAME ON YOU!"
And this was the racket Ginny Weasley woke up to nearly every morning; this morning seemed to be no exception. The sleepy red head rolled over onto her back, stuck her head under a pillow, and tried to resume where she left off. Unfortunately right at that very instance something that sounded much bigger than a plate made a large booming noise and the floor rattled, causing dust to fall from the ceiling in a thin coat.
"Ow..." The words were muffled but Ginny knew that the person being hurt was most certainly not Mrs. Weasley. The person being hurt was unused to the pain. Ginny groaned into the pillow, knowing that she should go downstairs before further damage could be done.
'Ron needs to learn his lesson anyway,' she thought with a slight yawn. The pink pin striped robe hung loosely from her shoulders covering her usual pjs, which included a white tank top and glow-in-the-dark bottoms (they were a gift from Hermione when she was going through her trip phase during 6th year). The hem of her robe dragged on the floor as she shuffled down the stairs into the war zone, the screams continued.
Harry sat at the table quietly eating his bacon and eggs as if nothing was going on. Behind him Mrs. Weasley was slowly advancing on Ron's huddling form, wand out. There was a murderous expression in her eyes. Ginny glanced at the clock. Ron's hand was gliding over to the life threatening situation post; Mrs. Weasley's seemed to be already half way to prison. It was still very funny, though, to see Ron's face. He looked petrified and was practically shivering in his crouched position on the floor.
The beam that held the doorway gave a loud crack, announcing Ginny's presence. Mrs. Weasley whipped around hiding her wand behind her back. She looked as if her heart had seized, it was the same sort of thing as when a child gets caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Ron, on the other hand, looked as if an angel had just saved him. Harry just looked up, raised his eyebrows, and then buried himself in his food again.
"Good Morning, mum." She shuffled towards the table and gave Harry a kiss on the forehead before sitting down beside him. "Morning Harry." Then, as an afterthought, "Ron." She nodded her head at him as an acknowledgement, what little affection she had remaining for him was used up every morning in the simple process of saving his life.
"Good morning Ginny!" There was forced cheer in her voice behind the breathlessness, which was probably due to the fact that Ginny had just saved Mrs. Weasley from reaching her lifelong goal to kill Ron. He deserved every bit of the abuse, one day Ginny wasn't going to come down to rescue him. "How did you sleep?"
"Good." Harry fought back laughing. He only stopped when his attempts earned him a sharp jab under the table. It seemed that Ginny wasn't the only one who had been having trouble getting enough sleep. Everyone got up at about this time because of Mrs. Weasley's screams and china throwing. You could hardly call the rude awakening an ending to a good night's sleep.
The table gave a little rattle as if to tell them that Ron had just come to sit there. His red hair was almost identical to Harry's in style, little chunks sticking out all over the place, except that that was just his morning hair. Blood was rushing back into his cheeks, giving him back color. For once he was really quiet, and that was probably because he didn't want to make Mrs. Weasley even angrier at him.
A plate of sizzling bacon and eggs was shoved under her nose, and then the next explosion. "GET AWAY FROM THE TABLE! YOU'RE NO LONGER PART OF MY FAMILY. YOU DON'T DESERVE TO SIT HERE!" Ron jumped more than a foot into the air and landed on his butt with a loud thud. There was a loud groan coming from the landing spot, but Mrs. Weasley ignored it and turned back to Ginny in a huff. "You know Ginny, you have never apparated downstairs before. All your brothers have. And we all know that you're the most respectable of the lot since Charlie and Bill."
The tips of Ron's ears were visible above the table, they were bright red.
"I know mum, I just get really dizzy."
"Oh, poor baby," mocked Ron.
Mrs. Weasley took his plate from the stove and threw it before Ron's knees. The fat chunks of bacon rolled over the wooden floor and the eggs splattered all over the room, like a giant paint bomb. "EAT YOUR BREAKFAST FROM THERE! THAT'S THE MOST YOU DESERVE. EVEN FRED AND GEORGE WERE BETTER THAN YOU. I'D HAVE THEIR GOOD FOR NOTHING FAKE WANDS AND TON-TONGUE TOFFEES ANY DAY OF THE WEEK INSTEAD OF YOU, YOU INSOLENT CHILD!"
"I AM NOT AN INSOLENT CHILD!"
"STOP ACTING LIKE ONE THEN!"
"THIS IS STUPID. I AM LEAVING ONCE AND FOR ALL!"
Ron stalked out of the kitchen and could be heard booming up the stairs. Every step was stamped upon, it sounded like an immature child going through a temper tantrum. A ceiling rattled for a bit and then all went quiet very suddenly.
"YOU WILL CLEAN THIS KITCHEN BEFORE YOU DO OR ELSE YOU WILL NEVER BE WELCOME HERE AGAIN."
It was still very quiet in the upstairs, but both Ginny and Harry could almost swear something that sounded very much like 'sod off.' Mrs. Weasley turned back to the eating pair with a smile on her face.
"Well, I expect you both are ready to go? Trunks packed? Dressed? Oh, not yet. But you are fed. That's a start."
"I still need to get my broomstick from the shed." Another load of eggs went into Harry's awaiting mouth before he shoved his chair back from the table.
"No, no, it's safe where it is. Besides, you're not going to need it where you're going." Mrs. Weasley firmly pushed the black haired teenager back into his seat, who looked very depressed by this piece of information.
"Alright, but I still need to call Rocco again to make sure he knows that the tour dates are canceled." Rocco was the manager of Harry's band, called Kill the Evil Wizard. It was a very popular band, mainly due to the fact that the one and only Harry Potter was the lead singer. The music was okay, although Ginny didn't really do for the metal sound that seemed to cover the entire album. As for lyrics, well, if you liked the general theme of 'Killing the Evil Wizard' (which was basically killing he-who must not be named) than you had just found your new favorite album. Basically after Voldemort had disappeared again Harry let out all his angst about this in his music. Just think of it as a Voldemort Awareness band.
"Ginny, you don't know how proud of you we are! Going into the Muggle industry just like your father. I'll bet he'll have something to say when he you see him next." The clock remained still, with Mr. Weasley's arrow still pointing to work, it didn't seem to be moving at all.
"You know Harry, you need to settle down. Find yourself a wife. Your band isn't going to last forever." The plump woman pinched Harry's cheek with fondness. He did a classic double take into his pumpkin juice, his eyes bulging out of his head like snail stalks. "What about Ginny, eh?" Now it was Ginny's turn to take a classic double take. The combination of doing this right after sniggering made her choke. "There they are the perfect couple sitting right here in front of me. I can almost hear the wedding bells. This is what you need Harry, a girl who is down to earth and won't fall to your devices too easily." Two strong arms tried to force her towards Harry.
'No, absolutely not! Yuck!' Ginny slammed her fists into the table and the shoving abruptly stopped. "Stop it mum, you're embarrassing yourself!" A quick glance at Harry confirmed that she wasn't the only one who had been thoroughly embarrassed by her mother's only too obvious matchmaking. Over his cheeks a faint rosy color appeared, faint, but unmistakable. Ginny recovered quickly, but they were both saved by the unmistakable bang from upstairs.
The red haired woman rocketed from the room and then there was a loud crack to announce that Mrs. Weasley had just apparated. "RON IF YOU DID ANYTHING YOU ARE OFFICIALLY ERASED FROM THE WILL!" Her shout stopped for a second and resumed back upstairs. Again there was silence; it was an odd noise in this household.
"So, Ginny, want to marry me?" Harry asked sarcastically after a moment's hesitation.
Ginny chugged down the remaining Pumpkin juice and slammed her glass onto the table. "Not if I have to be your groupie."
"If you were marrying me now, than yes, you would have to be. And you would cover the ENTIRE groupie meaning, the whole shebang." He paused long enough for a very disgruntled expression to appear on his face. "I can't believe I'm going on this trip. I'm going to lose potential financers and all my groupies are going to move onto some other band. This is all your fault."
"My fault? Right Mr. I'll-do-anything-for-my-friends. I believe it was YOU who volunteered to go with me."
"You can't call being forced to look after you by your mother volunteering."
"If I remember correctly all mum said was that she was worried about me being alone. She wasn't threatening you with her wand or anything."
"I repeat, I was FORCED. Who in there right state of mind would want to come anyway?"
"Well if you really feel that way, don't come, see if I care."
"Fine, I won't. Muggles are bloody annoying anyway."
"You discriminator." Ginny jabbed her finger into his chest with an evil glint in her eye.
"Try to live with them for as long as I have and you'll be one too!"
"Yeah? Well try living with a man who is obsessed with muggles." Her copper colored hair streamed out behind her as she promptly stormed out of the room. If he was going to be an annoying imbecile the whole time, than he might as well not come. She didn't give a damn; it wasn't as if they were friends or anything. She could live without his constant presence; it would be a blessing if he didn't turn up. In fact, why not inform him of this?
She stomped back to the opening of the stairs. "YOU COME YOU DIE."
Harry perked up when he heard her scream this violently down to him.
Locked in a state of perpetual house arrest was not exactly Draco's idea of fun. It wasn't even dignified house arrest. He was not allowed to have access to his wand, owl, or broomstick and if he needed to go to the piddly diddly department or the poo parlor he would have to announce this to the whole household. 'I guess this means that father isn't very happy with me.' He snorted unceremonially, running his hand through the bleach white locks that fell on his face.
It was excessively boring in his room, considering the fact that it had been wiped clean of magical objects. He was still allowed to have a fire, but it was disconnected from the floo powder network. Argh, no visitors at anytime. The room was warm at least, which was the only comfort he had other than a bed and blankets. Even the food came in on what could only be described as an irregular schedule, and frankly, it sucked.
As much as he had complained about Hogwarts at least there he had a certain amount of freedom, mostly due to the fact that he had a filthy rich father and a teacher who worshipped him. He would give anything to go back there, even if it meant working with that stupid giant Hagrid. Draco sneered to himself.
He wasn't even sure why he was here, locked in his room 24/7 unless someone came to give him a loo break. It couldn't be the usual crap about becoming a Death Eater, he and his father had already agreed on that a long time ago, and his feelings hadn't changed a bit. And unless his father had suddenly got an old fashion bug creeping on he wouldn't be setting up a wedding any time soon, so what could it be?
The bed creaked as Draco slumped his head into the palm of his hand in thought.
"Sir?" Something prodded him roughly. He jumped up to see a pair of buggy eyes no less than an inch away from his face, which only made him jump back further.
"Bloody hell, Lix, don't do that!"
"Lix is very sorry for startling master." The house elf did not looked sorry at all, he still had a big smile on his face. He was Dobby's brother, and boy was it obvious that they were two peas from the same pod. For all the fuss that Lucius had made for losing Dobby it had hardly been a loss at all. Dobby was incompetent; he couldn't cook, clean, un-loyal to his own family, and a bit of a queer ball. Lix wasn't much better. "Lix has brought master some food."
A bundle of who knows what was shoved into Draco's hands and again the house elf stared at Draco for some sign of approval.
He unwrapped the food parcel slowly to reveal what could only be described as a flattened mound of coal. With a forced smile Draco turned to Lix and thanked him. Still the house elf looked at him. "Master is too skinny. Lix must make sure he eats."
'Oh, holy Jesus,' Draco gulped and brought it into his mouth, tasting the chalkiness of the coal. "It's great." The coal was still coating his tongue but his was afraid to swallow, it might kill him. Then again, that would be an improvement from his current settings.
There was a scraping at the door, as if a key was being turned in the lock. Lix turned towards Draco with his eyes opened even wider than was normal, which was really something to say. "Old master is coming, Lix must go," and then he disappeared.
Draco spit out what was in his mouth and shoved the bundle under the forest green colors. It was kind of sad to think that Hogwarts had affected him so much. He looked at the covers and then kicked back onto the bed. Immediately afterwards his blonde bombshell father entered the room.
"Hello my disappointment." Lucius greeted his son coolly.
"Hello stranger who pays more attention to his hair than his son," smiled Draco sarcastically.
"You are a disgrace to the wizarding world."
"Then you would definitely have to be my father."
Lucius turned and slammed his fist into the wall, the stone remained unmovable. "The plan was that you would become part of the ministry when you left Hogwarts. Well that doesn't seem to be an option, not with your poor grades and stupid endeavors. There's only so much money and bribery can explain."
"What? Oh, well, you see, I had the impression that money was everything. Considering that's how YOU get everything you want."
"I get everything I want because I am a respected member of the ministry-"
"-with lots of spare cash."
Lucius bared his teeth in a snarl. It wasn't very pleasant to look at, but considering the perfect condition of his face it was just strange, not at all scary.
"Well despite your utter stupidity and uselessness I have found a way to let you improve your grades without having to go back to Hogwarts next year. It wasn't what I would've chosen but you don't seem to have a choice."
"Well? What is it?" Draco snapped at his father, who threw a letter on his lap. "Is this a letter disowning me? Well that's bloody fine! Please leave me somewhere and never come back for me because I fucking hate it here!"
Lucius wisely chose to ignore his outburst. "I expect you to be ready within the next 5 minutes." His father slammed the door and then the key turned in the lock for yet another time.
'MUGGLE AWARENESS TRIP'
The headline of the letter caught his eye, and it was all he needed to read to know what was going on.
"Bloody muggles." He muttered while throwing his belongings into a bag.
You got my message in the first A/N, so you know the rules. Ready, set, HAPPY NEW YEARS! I mean, um, go.....
On the top of the hill a little house stood, put together like a stack of boxes dumped onto each other. It was small and the towers of rooms made it an interesting sight. Different colors and an assortment of jutting windows covered the entire surface area. A one lane dirt road led up to the front step of the house, but it was rarely used, and so weeds grew wild over the twin tracks. Spiraling out of one tower was a column of smoke which disappeared in the slightest puff of wind. If you listened hard enough a shrill grunting noise could be heard, coming from the unwanted inhabitants of the squat bushes. It was as if the place was an illustration from a children's book. Considering the family living there it wasn't surprising.
"YOU WORTHLESS SCUMBAG OF A SON!" A woman's voice cut sharply through the silent air. Next came the less than delicate smashing of dishes, or something made out of glass.
"Mom, please, let me explain."
"EXPLAIN? YES PLEASE EXPLAIN YOURSELF. EXPLAIN WHY YOU, RON WEASLEY, STILL EXPECT TO MOOCH OFF OF YOUR OWN FAMILY? AND WHILE YOU'RE AT IT, EXPLAIN WHY YOU ARE ENTERTAINING WOMEN IN YOUR ROOM. YOU THINK I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT YOU WERE DOING? STUPID WORTHLESS AROGANT THOUGHTLESS PERSON! YOU ARE STILL UNDER MY ROOF AND SO YOU WILL FOLLOW MY RULES. SHAME ON YOU!"
And this was the racket Ginny Weasley woke up to nearly every morning; this morning seemed to be no exception. The sleepy red head rolled over onto her back, stuck her head under a pillow, and tried to resume where she left off. Unfortunately right at that very instance something that sounded much bigger than a plate made a large booming noise and the floor rattled, causing dust to fall from the ceiling in a thin coat.
"Ow..." The words were muffled but Ginny knew that the person being hurt was most certainly not Mrs. Weasley. The person being hurt was unused to the pain. Ginny groaned into the pillow, knowing that she should go downstairs before further damage could be done.
'Ron needs to learn his lesson anyway,' she thought with a slight yawn. The pink pin striped robe hung loosely from her shoulders covering her usual pjs, which included a white tank top and glow-in-the-dark bottoms (they were a gift from Hermione when she was going through her trip phase during 6th year). The hem of her robe dragged on the floor as she shuffled down the stairs into the war zone, the screams continued.
Harry sat at the table quietly eating his bacon and eggs as if nothing was going on. Behind him Mrs. Weasley was slowly advancing on Ron's huddling form, wand out. There was a murderous expression in her eyes. Ginny glanced at the clock. Ron's hand was gliding over to the life threatening situation post; Mrs. Weasley's seemed to be already half way to prison. It was still very funny, though, to see Ron's face. He looked petrified and was practically shivering in his crouched position on the floor.
The beam that held the doorway gave a loud crack, announcing Ginny's presence. Mrs. Weasley whipped around hiding her wand behind her back. She looked as if her heart had seized, it was the same sort of thing as when a child gets caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Ron, on the other hand, looked as if an angel had just saved him. Harry just looked up, raised his eyebrows, and then buried himself in his food again.
"Good Morning, mum." She shuffled towards the table and gave Harry a kiss on the forehead before sitting down beside him. "Morning Harry." Then, as an afterthought, "Ron." She nodded her head at him as an acknowledgement, what little affection she had remaining for him was used up every morning in the simple process of saving his life.
"Good morning Ginny!" There was forced cheer in her voice behind the breathlessness, which was probably due to the fact that Ginny had just saved Mrs. Weasley from reaching her lifelong goal to kill Ron. He deserved every bit of the abuse, one day Ginny wasn't going to come down to rescue him. "How did you sleep?"
"Good." Harry fought back laughing. He only stopped when his attempts earned him a sharp jab under the table. It seemed that Ginny wasn't the only one who had been having trouble getting enough sleep. Everyone got up at about this time because of Mrs. Weasley's screams and china throwing. You could hardly call the rude awakening an ending to a good night's sleep.
The table gave a little rattle as if to tell them that Ron had just come to sit there. His red hair was almost identical to Harry's in style, little chunks sticking out all over the place, except that that was just his morning hair. Blood was rushing back into his cheeks, giving him back color. For once he was really quiet, and that was probably because he didn't want to make Mrs. Weasley even angrier at him.
A plate of sizzling bacon and eggs was shoved under her nose, and then the next explosion. "GET AWAY FROM THE TABLE! YOU'RE NO LONGER PART OF MY FAMILY. YOU DON'T DESERVE TO SIT HERE!" Ron jumped more than a foot into the air and landed on his butt with a loud thud. There was a loud groan coming from the landing spot, but Mrs. Weasley ignored it and turned back to Ginny in a huff. "You know Ginny, you have never apparated downstairs before. All your brothers have. And we all know that you're the most respectable of the lot since Charlie and Bill."
The tips of Ron's ears were visible above the table, they were bright red.
"I know mum, I just get really dizzy."
"Oh, poor baby," mocked Ron.
Mrs. Weasley took his plate from the stove and threw it before Ron's knees. The fat chunks of bacon rolled over the wooden floor and the eggs splattered all over the room, like a giant paint bomb. "EAT YOUR BREAKFAST FROM THERE! THAT'S THE MOST YOU DESERVE. EVEN FRED AND GEORGE WERE BETTER THAN YOU. I'D HAVE THEIR GOOD FOR NOTHING FAKE WANDS AND TON-TONGUE TOFFEES ANY DAY OF THE WEEK INSTEAD OF YOU, YOU INSOLENT CHILD!"
"I AM NOT AN INSOLENT CHILD!"
"STOP ACTING LIKE ONE THEN!"
"THIS IS STUPID. I AM LEAVING ONCE AND FOR ALL!"
Ron stalked out of the kitchen and could be heard booming up the stairs. Every step was stamped upon, it sounded like an immature child going through a temper tantrum. A ceiling rattled for a bit and then all went quiet very suddenly.
"YOU WILL CLEAN THIS KITCHEN BEFORE YOU DO OR ELSE YOU WILL NEVER BE WELCOME HERE AGAIN."
It was still very quiet in the upstairs, but both Ginny and Harry could almost swear something that sounded very much like 'sod off.' Mrs. Weasley turned back to the eating pair with a smile on her face.
"Well, I expect you both are ready to go? Trunks packed? Dressed? Oh, not yet. But you are fed. That's a start."
"I still need to get my broomstick from the shed." Another load of eggs went into Harry's awaiting mouth before he shoved his chair back from the table.
"No, no, it's safe where it is. Besides, you're not going to need it where you're going." Mrs. Weasley firmly pushed the black haired teenager back into his seat, who looked very depressed by this piece of information.
"Alright, but I still need to call Rocco again to make sure he knows that the tour dates are canceled." Rocco was the manager of Harry's band, called Kill the Evil Wizard. It was a very popular band, mainly due to the fact that the one and only Harry Potter was the lead singer. The music was okay, although Ginny didn't really do for the metal sound that seemed to cover the entire album. As for lyrics, well, if you liked the general theme of 'Killing the Evil Wizard' (which was basically killing he-who must not be named) than you had just found your new favorite album. Basically after Voldemort had disappeared again Harry let out all his angst about this in his music. Just think of it as a Voldemort Awareness band.
"Ginny, you don't know how proud of you we are! Going into the Muggle industry just like your father. I'll bet he'll have something to say when he you see him next." The clock remained still, with Mr. Weasley's arrow still pointing to work, it didn't seem to be moving at all.
"You know Harry, you need to settle down. Find yourself a wife. Your band isn't going to last forever." The plump woman pinched Harry's cheek with fondness. He did a classic double take into his pumpkin juice, his eyes bulging out of his head like snail stalks. "What about Ginny, eh?" Now it was Ginny's turn to take a classic double take. The combination of doing this right after sniggering made her choke. "There they are the perfect couple sitting right here in front of me. I can almost hear the wedding bells. This is what you need Harry, a girl who is down to earth and won't fall to your devices too easily." Two strong arms tried to force her towards Harry.
'No, absolutely not! Yuck!' Ginny slammed her fists into the table and the shoving abruptly stopped. "Stop it mum, you're embarrassing yourself!" A quick glance at Harry confirmed that she wasn't the only one who had been thoroughly embarrassed by her mother's only too obvious matchmaking. Over his cheeks a faint rosy color appeared, faint, but unmistakable. Ginny recovered quickly, but they were both saved by the unmistakable bang from upstairs.
The red haired woman rocketed from the room and then there was a loud crack to announce that Mrs. Weasley had just apparated. "RON IF YOU DID ANYTHING YOU ARE OFFICIALLY ERASED FROM THE WILL!" Her shout stopped for a second and resumed back upstairs. Again there was silence; it was an odd noise in this household.
"So, Ginny, want to marry me?" Harry asked sarcastically after a moment's hesitation.
Ginny chugged down the remaining Pumpkin juice and slammed her glass onto the table. "Not if I have to be your groupie."
"If you were marrying me now, than yes, you would have to be. And you would cover the ENTIRE groupie meaning, the whole shebang." He paused long enough for a very disgruntled expression to appear on his face. "I can't believe I'm going on this trip. I'm going to lose potential financers and all my groupies are going to move onto some other band. This is all your fault."
"My fault? Right Mr. I'll-do-anything-for-my-friends. I believe it was YOU who volunteered to go with me."
"You can't call being forced to look after you by your mother volunteering."
"If I remember correctly all mum said was that she was worried about me being alone. She wasn't threatening you with her wand or anything."
"I repeat, I was FORCED. Who in there right state of mind would want to come anyway?"
"Well if you really feel that way, don't come, see if I care."
"Fine, I won't. Muggles are bloody annoying anyway."
"You discriminator." Ginny jabbed her finger into his chest with an evil glint in her eye.
"Try to live with them for as long as I have and you'll be one too!"
"Yeah? Well try living with a man who is obsessed with muggles." Her copper colored hair streamed out behind her as she promptly stormed out of the room. If he was going to be an annoying imbecile the whole time, than he might as well not come. She didn't give a damn; it wasn't as if they were friends or anything. She could live without his constant presence; it would be a blessing if he didn't turn up. In fact, why not inform him of this?
She stomped back to the opening of the stairs. "YOU COME YOU DIE."
Harry perked up when he heard her scream this violently down to him.
Locked in a state of perpetual house arrest was not exactly Draco's idea of fun. It wasn't even dignified house arrest. He was not allowed to have access to his wand, owl, or broomstick and if he needed to go to the piddly diddly department or the poo parlor he would have to announce this to the whole household. 'I guess this means that father isn't very happy with me.' He snorted unceremonially, running his hand through the bleach white locks that fell on his face.
It was excessively boring in his room, considering the fact that it had been wiped clean of magical objects. He was still allowed to have a fire, but it was disconnected from the floo powder network. Argh, no visitors at anytime. The room was warm at least, which was the only comfort he had other than a bed and blankets. Even the food came in on what could only be described as an irregular schedule, and frankly, it sucked.
As much as he had complained about Hogwarts at least there he had a certain amount of freedom, mostly due to the fact that he had a filthy rich father and a teacher who worshipped him. He would give anything to go back there, even if it meant working with that stupid giant Hagrid. Draco sneered to himself.
He wasn't even sure why he was here, locked in his room 24/7 unless someone came to give him a loo break. It couldn't be the usual crap about becoming a Death Eater, he and his father had already agreed on that a long time ago, and his feelings hadn't changed a bit. And unless his father had suddenly got an old fashion bug creeping on he wouldn't be setting up a wedding any time soon, so what could it be?
The bed creaked as Draco slumped his head into the palm of his hand in thought.
"Sir?" Something prodded him roughly. He jumped up to see a pair of buggy eyes no less than an inch away from his face, which only made him jump back further.
"Bloody hell, Lix, don't do that!"
"Lix is very sorry for startling master." The house elf did not looked sorry at all, he still had a big smile on his face. He was Dobby's brother, and boy was it obvious that they were two peas from the same pod. For all the fuss that Lucius had made for losing Dobby it had hardly been a loss at all. Dobby was incompetent; he couldn't cook, clean, un-loyal to his own family, and a bit of a queer ball. Lix wasn't much better. "Lix has brought master some food."
A bundle of who knows what was shoved into Draco's hands and again the house elf stared at Draco for some sign of approval.
He unwrapped the food parcel slowly to reveal what could only be described as a flattened mound of coal. With a forced smile Draco turned to Lix and thanked him. Still the house elf looked at him. "Master is too skinny. Lix must make sure he eats."
'Oh, holy Jesus,' Draco gulped and brought it into his mouth, tasting the chalkiness of the coal. "It's great." The coal was still coating his tongue but his was afraid to swallow, it might kill him. Then again, that would be an improvement from his current settings.
There was a scraping at the door, as if a key was being turned in the lock. Lix turned towards Draco with his eyes opened even wider than was normal, which was really something to say. "Old master is coming, Lix must go," and then he disappeared.
Draco spit out what was in his mouth and shoved the bundle under the forest green colors. It was kind of sad to think that Hogwarts had affected him so much. He looked at the covers and then kicked back onto the bed. Immediately afterwards his blonde bombshell father entered the room.
"Hello my disappointment." Lucius greeted his son coolly.
"Hello stranger who pays more attention to his hair than his son," smiled Draco sarcastically.
"You are a disgrace to the wizarding world."
"Then you would definitely have to be my father."
Lucius turned and slammed his fist into the wall, the stone remained unmovable. "The plan was that you would become part of the ministry when you left Hogwarts. Well that doesn't seem to be an option, not with your poor grades and stupid endeavors. There's only so much money and bribery can explain."
"What? Oh, well, you see, I had the impression that money was everything. Considering that's how YOU get everything you want."
"I get everything I want because I am a respected member of the ministry-"
"-with lots of spare cash."
Lucius bared his teeth in a snarl. It wasn't very pleasant to look at, but considering the perfect condition of his face it was just strange, not at all scary.
"Well despite your utter stupidity and uselessness I have found a way to let you improve your grades without having to go back to Hogwarts next year. It wasn't what I would've chosen but you don't seem to have a choice."
"Well? What is it?" Draco snapped at his father, who threw a letter on his lap. "Is this a letter disowning me? Well that's bloody fine! Please leave me somewhere and never come back for me because I fucking hate it here!"
Lucius wisely chose to ignore his outburst. "I expect you to be ready within the next 5 minutes." His father slammed the door and then the key turned in the lock for yet another time.
'MUGGLE AWARENESS TRIP'
The headline of the letter caught his eye, and it was all he needed to read to know what was going on.
"Bloody muggles." He muttered while throwing his belongings into a bag.
You got my message in the first A/N, so you know the rules. Ready, set, HAPPY NEW YEARS! I mean, um, go.....