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Chapter 10

Draco sat up in bed with a grin on his face. He had been at the Weasley's for a week and he was having the time of his life.

Ginny's brothers seemed to take Potter's ventures into paedophile territory quite personally. Over the last week he found himself rising early to watch the fun. Stupid prat, taking on Fred and George Weasley. Not to mention the others. He hated to admit it but even Ron could be quite scary on occasion. The only person who didn't seem to want to hit Potter was Mrs.Weasley who was just thrilled that two men were fighting over her daughter (that's what she thought was happening). No one had the heart to tell her that her beloved St. Potter now liked children. And not just the normal way either.

Draco sat down at the breakfast table and began to butter his toast. Potter was sitting opposite him looking scared to death. He didn't blame him. He was clutching his wand and murmuring defence spells under his breath. He almost told him about the boggart in his closet. Almost.

The day had begun well. Potter had been woken up by paint balloons, gone to the bathroom to have a shower and had been doused with glue. And then the twins had proceeded to make glitter fly all over him when he was trying to get the lights to switch on. So Harry Potter was terrified of what might happen next and glittery. Very glittery.

Draco leaned back in his chair taking in his surroundings. The Weasley house wasn't too bad. The way his father had talked about it, he'd imagined it to be a hole in the ground. Well…the name "the burrow" didn't help either. However, it was kinda interesting. The whole place seemed alive somehow, something he had never experienced before. Malfoy manor was silent. And cold. Now that his father was gone and his mother was staying at their chateau in France, he didn't have much use for the place. He wasn't sentimentally attached to it… it was just there. He didn't love it like he loved Hogwarts. He was going to sell it as soon as his mother permitted him to.

He offered to help Mrs.Weasley with the dishes and told her funny stories about his students and the time that all the slytherin's had pitched in and bought Snape shampoo.

By the end of which she was firmly convinced that Ginny Malfoy was a great name. He didn't know whether to run for it or laugh. He excused himself and walked out to the garden and howled with laughter.

Fred, George, Bill and Charlie were sitting outside planning their latest attack. They heard someone laughing. And laughing hysterically at that. They looked around and found Malfoy wiping away tears next to the rose garden.

"what happened to you?"

"your …mother….malfoy….ginny….marry"

"eh?"

"YOU'RE MARRYING GINNY!"

"whoa!"

"WHAT?"

"no …no…" said Draco, sobering up immediately, "your mum just spent half and hr telling me how Ginny Malfoy sounded really good"

"oh right"

"I can see how that can be scary…but why amusing?"

"because she'll tell Ginny at some point or the other"

"ah…entertainment"

"exactly. So what are you guys planning"

"Revenge. Death. Castration."

"the usual?"

"kinda."

"cool"