As usual, Draco was the first one to come up with a plausible explanation. He was starting to think that Muggles were a bit slower that wizards in their cognition. And Potter seemed to act just as vapid when he was around them for some reason, although Draco knew full well that he could be snappy with a comeback when he wanted to. At any rate, once again he took it upon himself to save the day, and not coincidentally, his wand. "I'll take that, Mrs. Dursley," he said, and deftly swiped it from her hand before she could do any more damage. "And Miss Dursley, I'm sorry to have left my magic wand on your nightstand there. It must have given you a turn, I'm sure. Did Mr. Dursley tell you I'm studying to be a magician?"

Aunt Marge shook her head dumbly. "Well, I am," he said. "Just watch me take a rabbit out of this hat." And he proceeded to do just that with a nifty little transfiguration charm he remembered.

"Very impressive, young man," Aunt Marge conceded. "Although I would have thought magic a bit too common for a boy of your obvious breeding."

"On the contrary, Miss Dursley," Draco responded ever so politely, "my father always says that knowing magic is the hallmark of a true gentleman." Although he'd never said it in exactly those words, it was certainly true, and it was enough to shut the old biddy up for the time being.

The rest of the breakfast went smoothly enough, and it wasn't too long before Aunt Marge's things were down in her car and she was pulling out of the driveway while the rest of the family plus Draco waved goodbye to her. It was a good thing, too, because just as her car rounded the corner, the owls started coming.

The first two were addressed to Harry. One was from Mafalda Hopkirk, bearing news of Harry's immediate expulsion for performing magic outside of Hogwarts. The second was from Dumbledore, promising that he would come and straighten things out as soon as possible. Neither of those letters were too surprising. So when the third owl to arrive flew up to Petunia, she waved it towards Harry impatiently. But it kept hovering and flying at her until she finally accepted the letter tied to its leg. She opened it up, started reading, and promptly collapsed on the ground. Harry was still busy with his owls, and Dudley had gone into the house and started eating again, so Draco took it upon himself to look at the letter. It was addressed to

Mrs. P. Dursley
The Driveway
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey

and it said

Dear Mrs. Dursley,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Draco quickly turned to the other page and began to laugh. The book list was clearly marked "For first-year students."