By Serendipity7
Author's Note: The only birthdays that I know are of the trio, so I made everyone else's up. If anyone knows any other character's birthdays, feel free to tell me. ^o^
Disclaimer: -sighs- Do I have to? -looks at lawyers, they nod- Oh all right. I don't own anything you recognize such as the characters...Borders...Gameboy...Inuyasha
Thanksgiving Mayhem
I don't know why I agree to go into any store that contains books with Hermione, especially a store as big as Borders. We get through the door and with in moments, she leaves me in a cloud of dust as she continues her life goal to read everything ever written.
After the last day of school before Thanksgiving break, Hermione had talked me into going to Borders with her so she could pick up some reading material for the long weekend with no homework (our teachers had been unusually nice though each threatened a giant increase in our work loads once we returned). I sighed and agreed, thinking that it was my duty as a boyfriend to do things that she wants every once in awhile, even if I have no interest in it. Sure enough, as soon as we passed through the doors, Hermione was out of sight, leaving me in a complete stupor as to how she could just disappear so fast.
I scanned the store but could not find her. Figuring that she'd find me when she was done, I went over to the café and got myself a cappuccino.
"Hi, welcome to Borders. What can I--oh it's you."
Seamus was working behind the counter, his Borders' cap was pulled so low that I didn't recognize him at first.
"Er..." I started, taken off guard. "I'll have a small French vanilla cappuccino."
"Good choice," Seamus complemented, getting a cup.
"So when did you start working here?" I asked.
"Two weeks ago, I'm trying to raise money for a car. I turn sixteen in April," he replied, handing me my drink. "Hey, it's my break. Do you wanna help me find a comic or something for my little cousin. He just got out of surgery."
"Surgery!? What for?" I asked, following Seamus as he left the counter and whet over to the graphic novels section.
"Tonsils," Seamus said nonchalantly, picking up a book and flipping through it. I followed suit (rather clumsily since I only had one free hand) and opened a comic (that was called a manga for some reason) to a page that showed a naked woman.
"How old is your cousin?" I asked, as Seamus replaced what must have been his third manga on the shelf.
"Eleven," he replied, this time pulling out several books. "Damn, comics have changed since I was a kid. Nudity," he said throwing one manga aside. "Blood and gore," he continued, throwing another down. He took his last one and opened it to somewhere in the middle and began to read. "Both nudity and gore plus a lot of bad language...kind of good though."
I looked at the title that was currently hiding Seamus's face.
"Inuyasha," I said slowly. I looked at the cover. "Why does that guy have dog ears?" I asked, pointing to the picture. Seamus glanced at it momentarily before shrugging and going back to reading it.
"Because he's half dog demon," came a female voice behind me. Hermione had returned, equipped with a bag full of books.
"Hermione, you read this stuff?" I asked, surprised.
She shrugged.
"I read everything. Here," she said, picking up one of the manga and handing it to Seamus, "if you're looking for something for your cousin; Pokemon is G-rated."
Seamus gave her a look as if to ask, 'How did you know about my cousin?'.
"Lavender told me."
"Oh," Seamus and I both said as if that explained everything.
Hermione sighed and blew a lock of hair out of her eyes while Seamus went back to reading.
"So are you ready to go yet?" she asked me. "I promised Harry that I'd help him with geometry tonight. He had to bring some extra credit home to raise his grade a bit."
I glared at her.
"I don't want you to be hanging out with Harry," I told her.
"Why not?"
"Because of what he did to my sister!" I exclaimed and Seamus took a step back, his face still hidden behind Inuyasha.
Hermione smirked.
"And what exactly did he do to her?" she asked me.
"He...he molested her that's what he did!" I said as Hermione and Seamus busted out laughing.
"Come on, man, you're making Harry sound like he's Mic..."
"He lied to me!" I shouted, cutting off Seamus's sentence.
Hermione was shaking her head in frustration. "If you can't be happy for them, then I don't know what I'm doing here with you," she said. "Bye Seamus," she added as she walked out of Borders.
I stood there, completely confused while Seamus giggled behind the comic.
There was a knock at my bedroom door.
"I told you, I HAVE A COLD!!!"
Sirius came in anyway.
"Like hell you do," he said as he threw the blankets off of my bed and confiscated the Gameboy that I was playing with. "I'm not going to let you and Ron throw away twelve years of friendship over something as stupid as this. Now get up and shower, I expect you ready to go to the Weasley's in an hour."
"Something as stupid as this?" I quoted, glaring at him. "I'm glad you see my relationship with Ginny as stupid!"
Sirius rolled his eyes.
"Of course I don't. I just think the fact that you, Ron, and the twins aren't speaking to each other over it is stupid! Ginny's their ONLY sister so of course they're worried about her! You were the dumbass for not telling them of your feelings before they found out from someone else!"
I wanted to argue more but I knew that Sirius was right. It was my fault for not saying something in the first place. I sighed with frustration and got up. I went to my closet and pulled out a pair of khakis and a nice emerald green button down shirt.
"That's my boy," Sirius said, as he ruffled my hair.
Thanksgiving was not going well at all! Both Bill and Charlie couldn't make it, and left Percy as the only 'dignified' Weasley child as he so blatantly put it as his younger siblings rushed about him as if they were all five years old. His bellows echoed across the house as he stood amidst all of the hustle and bustle taking place in the living room.
"NO, NO!!! Fred...George...who ever the HELL you are!!! My laptop is NOT FOR DOWNLOADING PORN!!! Ron you cannot use that report for your English class; put it away NOW!!! Ginny, stop clinging!!!"
I smiled to myself as I peeled potatoes. It was just another Thanksgiving at the Weasley's.
"Mother, make them stop!" Percy commanded, coming into the kitchen with his glasses askew.
"I'm sorry, Perce," I said lovingly. "But I can't control them anymore."
Percy scowled and returned to the living room. "Ron I told you to STAY out of my school bag!" sounded through the rooms. Smiling to myself, I went into the living room to see the turmoil. Fred was doing some weird dance while wearing several of Percy's sweaters. George appeared to be reading some discriminating e-mails in Percy's inbox. Ron was throwing numerous papers of Percy's homework into the air like confetti. And Ginny was firmly connected to Percy's side. The vein above Percy's left eye was throbbing.
"I HATE TEENAGERS!!!" Percy shouted suddenly, his arms thrown up above his head. I thought that that was quite fresh of him to say seeing as he had just recently made it out of teenage hood himself, but the scene before me was still cute. Percy was trying to gather his things, mumbling something about going back to Harvard.
"Don't leave Perce!!!" Ginny exclaimed, throwing her arms around his shoulders.
"Yeah," chimed in George from the couch. "We still have one more teen coming, and he's the fun one!"
Everyone was silent after that except for Percy who was mumbling incoherent things again. George looked up from the laptop, 'oh no' written across his face as he realized his mistake. Just then, as if on cue, the doorbell rang. Even Percy noticed the tension in the room and shut up. I wiped my hands on my apron and answered the door to find Sirius's happily smiling face as he shoved a pie close to my nose.
"HAPPY THANKSGIVING!" Sirius shouted with the excitement of a ten-year-old. Behind him was Harry, who looked very uncomfortable. I smiled warmly and ushered them into the house.
"Happy Thanksgiving to you too, Sirius, dear!" I exclaimed as my three boys quietly left the room. Percy looked about him, confused.
"Well, Harry, I don't know what you did, but thank you, you got rid of my annoying brothers for me," Percy exclaimed. He marched over to Sirius and Harry and took their coats. "So glad you're here," he stated, half way down the hall to place the coats in his bedroom. Ginny smiled meekly at Harry before also disappearing into her room.
"Oh my," I sighed. This was not how I wanted Thanksgiving to be like.
Sirius looked from a downtrodden Harry, to a disappointed me, and tried to smile but was unable to. Percy, however, returned with a rather large smile plastered upon his smug face.
"This is excellent!" he exclaimed. "They don't seem to want to come out of their bedrooms, which means more turkey for me!" He clapped his hands together and escorted me back into the kitchen.
I stood upon Noelle's doorstep with an elaborate bowl of cranberry sauce in my hands. Mothers like cranberry sauce right? My parents didn't really care that I was spending Thanksgiving at Noelle's. I was extremely glad to be away from Malfoy Manor and Aunt Bellatrix's kisses. Noelle opened the door, smiling.
"You made it!" she exclaimed and I wondered whether she really thought that I'd stay home.
"Yeah," I said, coming inside and handing her the cranberry sauce. They had a huge mirror on the wall of their foyer and the perfect lighting to accentuate my lovely gray eyes. It took Noelle two minutes to pry me away from it and bring me into her kitchen. Her mother was at the stove, stirring something or another and an elderly woman sat at the table. Noelle handed her mother the cranberry sauce.
"Mom, this is Draco," she introduced. Her mother wiped her hands on a questionably clean towel and shook hands with me. I secretly wanted some antibacterial lotion. Her mother smiled at me and thanked me for the cranberry sauce. I waved her off.
"Think nothing of it, Mrs. Evans! The cook spent less than an hour on it!"
Mrs. Evans raised a questionable eyebrow.
"Draco's family is rich," Noelle explained, blushing slightly.
"What? Draco's a witch?" came a squeaky, elderly voice behind me. Turning back around I met Noelle's grandmother. I had forgotten that she was there.
"DRACO'S FAMILY'S RICH!" Noelle spoke loudly to her. I figured that I should probably shake the grandmother's hand as well and as I hesitantly held my hand out to her I really wished that I had that antibacterial lotion. She shook my hand and went back to her knitting, ignoring the rest of us as Mrs. Evans asked me some questions which I answered in my trademark drawl. After a half an hour a little kid of about ten years came into the dining room and sat down, scowling. He had dark brown hair that looked a little greasy and a large nose. He reminded me of Mr. Snape.
"Mark, I would like you to meet..." Noelle started, but Mark interrupted her.
"I know who he is," he stated, staring at me grumpily. "He hogs the dance game at the video arcade."
I had half a mind to beat the kid. Instead, I smiled feebly. Just then Mr. Evans entered the room. He had black hair and also resembled Mr. Snape, except that he was clean, dressed properly, and seemed fairly happy. He kissed his wife, mother, and daughter and ruffled his surly son's head before turning back to me. "Who are you?" he asked kindly, though his eyes showed that he was scrutinizing me.
"Um, daddy, this is the boy that I was talking to you about," Noelle said, coming towards me and linking her arm with mine, something that she had never done before. I was shocked at first but then I thought, 'Why wouldn't she link arms with me? I'm utterly gorgeous! Who could resist my charm?'
Mr. Evans smiled and held out his hand. "Good to meet you, son," he said before sitting down at the table. Us men talked while the women finished up the food. We offered to help (I don't know what I was thinking because the idea of me doing manual labor is just disturbing!) but it turns out that neither of us can cook. We talked about Hogwarts High (Mr. Evans had graduated from there) and about where they had lived before moving back (Colorado). And then it was time fore dinner. The food was placed before us and I wondered why people weren't digging in. Then suddenly, Noelle grabbed my right hand and her brother grabbed my left. Mr. Evans led us in grace. I had never said grace before.
"Would you three please come out?" Dad asked through the closed door.
No we were not going to come out; we were in the middle of a poker tournament and I was winning! George owed me his skateboard and bowling shoes and Ron owed me a box of pop tarts.
"I'm asking you three one last time!"
We ignored him and he got mad and, with Sirius' help, broke down the door. Sirius had Harry by the collar of his shirt and Dad had a fist full of Ginny's hair. They marched over to us and grabbed us by our shirt collars. We met Mom in the living room, she threw our coats at us. Sirius opened the door.
"Out!" Dad yelled.
"But..." Ron uttered.
Percy appeared and seemed absolutely delighted. He mumbled something about more food for him and disappeared once again.
"You kids are going on a walk and you're not coming back until you get this whole ordeal over with!" Dad yelled. The fact that it was Dad yelling and not Mom amused me and George so much that we left without a fuss. Ginny left too, only because she was confused over everything. Harry left because he was just so depressed that I don't think that he remembered how to think for himself. And Ron only left the house once Dad and Sirius hurled him out. He landed on his bum in the middle of the yard.
He got up and glared at the rest of us, his Weasley hair falling into his eyes which at the moment were flashing with anger. "Well let's go!" he shouted and with that he stormed off down the street. Me and George followed behind with Harry and Ginny bringing in the rear. After about five minutes, Ron went behind, grabbed Ginny's hand and brought her back up front. Five more minutes past before Harry ran up front and stood before Ron, blocking his way and forcing him to stop.
"I LIKE YOUR SISTER!" he shouted.
Ron looked stupefied. "I know that already," he stated, calmly.
"You're mad because I didn't tell you. Well I told you. I like your sister and I want to go out with her." Ron, George and I were all silent. I don't know what was going on in my brother's heads but mine was blank. Finally George sighed.
"Listen, Harry, our sister..."
"Will be fifteen soon. She's old enough to make her own choices."
"She doesn't know what she wants yet!" Ron yelled.
"Oh and you do?" Ginny asked, talking for the first time all day. Then we all erupted into yells of which I only heard: "I can make my own choices!", "I wouldn't do anything that would make her uncomfortable!", and "We're missing the turkey!" Harry, Ron, and George started throwing punches. I pried Ron off of Harry. Ron was so angry that he hit me. George hit Ron for hitting me, and then us three started hitting each other. We didn't see Ginny rush out into the darken street in frustration. We didn't see the car coming at a fast speed. And we didn't see Harry rush out and push Ginny out of the way. But we did see the car smash into Harry.
Last Author's Note: CLIFFHANGER!!! Sorry about that...I know that I was going to have Dr. Khai come in. I was planning on having Harry wake up in the hospital in this chapter but I decided that this was a good place to stop and Harry waking up will be a good way to start next time. I remember that in some review a person told me that I should have the dream team go to the hospital more often. Well this is the score so far: Harry has been in the hospital twice, Ron once, and Hermione zero. I think that's a lot. Anywho. Someone also told me to have a background for Noelle so I did. Now, I'm sitting here with my friend and she suggested that I should have had Dr. Khai driving the car that hit Harry. Then I suggested an old priest of ours who is now retired. I picked him cuz once upon a time (like two years ago) we were on a walk and our priest almost ran us over. Well as you know I didn't put that in the story but I thought of a parody with it...Enjoy!!!
Harry ran out into the street, all he saw was Ginny. She was staring at the car's headlights, two small orbs that were increasing in size as the car rushed forward at an amazing speed. A chubby man with rosy cheeks and white, thinning hair stuck his head out of the car's window. His small eyes were filled with insanity.
"SEASON'S GREETTINGS!!!" he shouted as I pushed Ginny out of the way. Everything went black after that.
Fin
(of the parody of course!)