AN: OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!! I AM SOOOOOOOO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY!!!!!!!!! I can't believe I forgot to do this! I wrote this on Sunday, got it into Document Manager, and I FORGOT to actually add it onto the story! Oh, man, i am REALLY sorry you guys! I am really, really, REALLY sorry . . . . I'm uploading this now and then chapter six tomorrow, I promise. Now, to business . . .
I HAVE A NEW PIANO! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And, I have new school supplies! Why is it that school shopping is so much fun? And then, once you've got your supplies, you just sit there next to your book bag and stare at it, wondering what you can do with your binders and homework planner . . . why is this so great? Or maybe it's just me, because I finally got to go REAL school shopping! When your home-schooled on the computer, you don't have to buy much in the means of school supplies. So, after two years of home school, I FINALLY got to go REAL school shopping! YAYNESS! I was away all weekend at my Grandma's house in Delaware, so I got my school supplies while I was there since there's no sales tax . . . teehee. ANYWHO . . . on with the shout-outs!
NeLLy22 - You're in a shout-out! YAY! And I found time to write chap 5 even with all the stuff in my life before your 2 week deadline.
emikae - good idea, too bad the chapter is already up. Draco does have a bigger part in this chapter, though.
Princess Chisu - oh well, I've always considered Amanda mature for her age anyway.
cavechick - there is a little something telling me that your threats are not really . . . well . . . threatening . . .
yaminiy-grint4eva - lol, I'm a natural blonde, yes, and no offense is taken.
HaliJade Snape - yes, Emily is starting her 1st year and Amanda is starting her 3rd year.
Lynn-Dumbledore - never ask me anything in a review that is a question about the plot - just don't do that!
Karana Belle - see response for Lynn-Dumbledore. And, I don't thin kthat Emily and Amanda would be willing to let you "borrow" their gifts, lol.
rocket4477 - uh-oh . . . I'm in trouble from you because I didn't update this on Tuesday . . .
HPFanatic04 - lol, you're all excited because you think you know what the presents are, but you don't tell me your suggestion. Silly . . .
THE LIST!: thedarkside45, jeffsextremegirl1987, lilbumblebee, scholcomp25, centaur219, PadfootObssesed329, Hippie1212, marauderluva-17, Sarahamanda
Disclaimer: (I haven't been putting this in . . . oopsie . . .) I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER AND COMPANY!
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Amanda and Emily were completely puzzled by this strange, softer than silk material.
"Uncle Harry, what ARE these?" asked Amanda, picking hers up. "It looks kind of like a cloak, but it wouldn't keep anyone warm with this weird material, so what is it?"
Harry smiled. "Those are also one of the things that was in then possession of my father. I, of course, have the original, which helped Ron, Hermione, and me a great deal in our Hogwarts days. It is a cloak, actually, Amanda, why don't you put it on and see how you look in the hall mirror?" he asked, so Amanda gathered up the "cloak" and walked out into the hall with it bundled under her arm. A few moments later, the people in the living room heard a scream – of terror or delight, it was impossible to tell.
"Emily! Emily come here! And bring your cloak!" they heard Amanda calling. Emily, completely confused, gathered up her "cloak" and rushed out into the hall. However, Amanda wasn't there.
"Amanda! Where are you?" she demanded.
"I don't know . . . maybe I'm behind you . . ." came Amanda's voice from behind Emily. She whipped around, but Amanda wasn't there.
"Or perhaps to your left . . ." came Amanda's voice again. Emily turned to her left, but there was no one there.
"Amanda, this isn't funny . . . I don't know how you're doing this, but if it's with a spell, then you're in big trouble with Hogwarts . . ." said Emily uneasily.
"Silly little sister, I'm not doing anything," came Amanda's voice from behind Emily. She turned around to find her sister standing right in front of the mirror, holding her cloak.
"But – but – but . . . how did you do that?" stuttered Emily.
"Do what? I was just standing here, then you started acting all weird," said Amanda. "Oh, look! Mystic is climbing the tapestry!" said Amanda, pointing towards the wall behind Emily, who quickly turned around to see the family kitten who . . . wasn't there?
"Hey, that's not fair!" said Emily turning back around, but her sister wasn't there. Emily looked all around the hall, but she was no where in sight. This wasn't funny at all, Emily was really getting annoyed. Just when she was about to go back into the living room to complain to her mom, she heard loud breathing . . . right in front of her.
"BOO!" said Amanda, as her head appeared out of nowhere. Emily couldn't think of anything to do except . . .
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed, running into the living room. She clung to her mother and started crying.
"Mummy . . . mummy, Amanda's b-being really m-m-mean! She's scaring m-me by p-p-pretending she's – that she's – a GHOST!" wailed Emily, as Hermione's arms tightened around her shoulders.
"Shh . . . it's okay Em, it's all right. You know Amanda's not a ghost, and you're behaving very childishly for someone who is eleven years old and who is starting at Hogwarts next week. Now, why don't you put on your cloak and see how it looks on you to cheer you up?" Hermione suggested.
"Okay . . ." said Emily, getting out of her mom's lap and wiping away her tears. She then picked up the top of her cloak, which had been clenched in her hand, and let the bottom flow to the floor. Then she swept it around her body and onto her shoulders. Hermione gasped in (fake) surprise.
"Emily! Emily, look down!" said Hermione. Emily did so, and gasped as well.
"My body's gone! Where'd it go? I can still feel it, I know it's there! Uncle Ron, where is it?!" said Emily frantically.
"Keep your socks on, Em! It's still there, it's just invisible. What you're wearing is an invisibility cloak," said Ron. At this, Emily's eyes widened.
"Really? Wow! This is so cool! Thanks, Uncle Harry and Uncle Ron!" she said, throwing off the cloak and giving them both hugs. "Now, revenge . . ." said Emily, walking back over to her cloak.
"Don't even think about it, cry baby," said Amanda, materializing in the living room doorway. Emily stopped in mid-step.
"WHAT did you just call me?" she demanded angrily.
"A crybaby! 'Mummy! Mummy, Amanda's being mean! WAAAAAA!'" mocked Amanda. Draco started to scold Amanda for being so childish, but Emily beat him to it. She whipped out her wand and said the first spell that came to mind.
"Rictusempra!" she shouted, and a jet of light hit Amanda square in the stomach, who promptly fell over in a fit of laughter. Emily was breathing like an angry bull, one hand clutching her wand and the other balled into a fist.
"Emily!" said Hermione. "That is not the way to settle an argument! Why, if that's the way that Draco and I settled our arguments, we'd both be dead! Now, take that tickling charm off of her. I don't know where you even learned it anyway."
"Fine . . ." said Emily, and she again directed her wand towards Amanda. "Finite Incantem," she said, rather half-heartedly. Emily stopped writing around on the floor and giggling at once.
"You little brat!" said Amanda, standing up and groping in her robes for her wand. Draco was too quick for her, though. He whipped his wand out of his robes, and . . .
"Petrificus Totalus," he said lazily, pointing his wand at Amanda, whose arms promptly snapped to her sides and legs snapped together. Draco then took the curse off her immediately. Amanda still stood there, with her arms securely at her sides, though.
"Never, I repeat, NEVER, fight magic with magic for a simple sibling argument. I am very ashamed at what you two girls have done, especially with company in the house," started Draco, motioning to Ron, Harry, Ginny, and Luna.
"We're sorry," mumbled Amanda and Emily to Draco.
"Don't tell me you're sorry, you didn't do anything to me except embarrass me. You need to say sorry to each other," said Draco. Amanda and Emily both looked at each other with dislike.
"All right then, we'll do this the hard way. No invisibility cloaks for either of you until you've apologized to each other and meant it," said Draco. "Now, I would advise you go to your rooms to think about this and don't come back downstairs until I've called you." Emily and Amanda both looked at their shoes as they filed upstairs to their separate bedrooms. Once they were out of the room, Draco took his wand, pointed it in the general direction of the girls' rooms, and muttered a complicated spell.
"What did you just do?" demanded Hermione when he had placed his wand back in his robes.
"I removed all of the items of entertainment out of their rooms and made a one-way lock on the doors. They can go in, but they can't come out," said Draco.
"What if the poor things have to use the bathroom?!" said Ginny.
"They each have a bathroom connected to their room, Ginny, don't worry," said Hermione.
"Oh. Well, in that case, since we have about an hour to ourselves, why don't we see what the Marauders have to say?" suggested Ginny.
"Not a bad idea. Harry, where's the map?" asked Hermione.
"Right on the floor, where the girls left it," he replied, picking it up.
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Later that night, when Draco was in his room, he was making his was through the pile of his daughter's stuff that he had stupidly transferred to the master bedroom when he punished Amanda when he stumbled upon a journal. He picked it up, curious, and opened the front cover. On the first page was written:
Amanda Katherine Malfoy's Diary: KEEP OFF!
Draco laughed, then, looking around the room to make sure Hermione wasn't anywhere, he took out his wand and removed any protective charms his daughter might have put on her journal to keep anyone from reading it, then turned to the first page she had written on:
Sept. 5, 2015
Dear Diary,
Mya gave me this journal for my 12th birthday (today), so I figure I'd better put it to good use. Even though it's Friday and I had this afternoon off of classes, today was SO boring. I had double History of Magic with the stupid Hufflepuffs and double Herbology with the Ravenclaws this morning. Possibly the two most boring subjects ever created. At least tomorrow is the weekend, though, then maybe I can have some fun. I'm thinking about turning Alice Katurn's hair blue, so she can match her house color. Ravenclaws have no spirit, so I figure I'll add some. I don't know how she even got in Ravenclaw, though, Katurn is thicker than a block of wood. That means she'll be an easy target, though, so I shouldn't complain. I might even turn Mrs. Norris The Second into a big slug if I get the chance, just to get on Filch's nerves. I can't believe he's still around – Mya says he was pretty old when she was here. Mrs. Norris The First died of shock when Uncle Harry, Uncle Ron, and Mya left the school because it was so calm and peaceful all of a sudden, so the legend goes, so Filch immediately got a new cat the first week of the next year. According to Professor Snape, she's even uglier than the first Mrs. Norris. I'd better go, Paige (my best friend) is banging on the dormitory door, which I so conveniently locked to make sure I wouldn't be disturbed.
Draco laughed. She truly was Hogwarts' next prankster. He vividly remembered getting the letter from Hogwarts telling him that Amanda had turned a fellow student's hair blue. She must have never got around to Mrs. Norris II, though, because he didn't remember getting a letter about that. He was just going to read the next entry when Hermione entered the room.
"Draco, what are you doing?" she asked curiously. He quickly turned around and put the journal behind his back.
"Nothing, 'Mione, just trying to make my way over to the bed for some sleep," he said, putting on his best convincing smile. Hermione looked at him suspiciously but decided to drop the subject. When she had gone into the master bathroom, Draco relaxed and put Amanda's journal in his nightstand drawer. He had made it past Hermione that time. He quickly stripped down to his usual sleeping attire: boxers. Just as he was putting his clothes in the laundry basket where the house elf, Binnie, would pick them up, Hermione came out of the bathroom. She was in a leopard patterned silk nightgown that stopped just above her mid-thigh and had a low-cut V- neck lined with lace dyed to match the tan brown of the nightgown. Clearly, she wanted something more than sleep. Draco raised his eyebrows.
"A little more awake tonight than usual?" he asked, looking her up and down. She hadn't worn that nightgown for a long time, even when they did {cough} celebrate their marriage.
"Yes, as a matter of fact," said Hermione seductively as she slowly walked toward him. When she was finally in his arms, Draco didn't waste time before he captured her lips with his. Hermione responded immediately and soon Draco's tongue was exploring her already familiar mouth as they both fell onto the bed . . .
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AN: Sorry, people, but I don't write sex scenes. It's just not my thing. But trust me: it has significance; I've got this whole story pretty much planned out. Fear not! REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!