Disclaimer: I sadly don't own Draco…I wish I was a genius to come up with all of the world of Harry Potter, but that right is reserved for JK Rowling, who made Draco do some very interesting things in book 6. I made Draco do interesting things too…(see chapter one.)

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Draco was furious, but not as angry as the four faces in front of him.

"What did you do? We've been waiting here for at least twenty minutes!" Ginny yelled. Her fingers itched for her wand. Polarivocce attractum was so tempting to use…It would surely put Malfoy in his place. Fred and George had each given her their old wands, so she wasn't bound by the rule that said you couldn't do magic outside of school. Thank goodness the Ministry only recorded what wand had performed the magic, not the wizard who had done it.

"I inhaled floo powder and choked on it. I got lost." Draco's tone was one of infuriation. "Can't you leave me alone?"

Draco had actually been to see Voldemort. After reaching Knockturn Alley, he had gone into the dirty looking pub, grateful to see that The Dark Lord was there. Before Draco could explain anything, Voldemort had quickly and firmly grabbed Malfoy into a crushing embrace and apparated from the pub into a dark, dilapidated shack.

"Lumos." Voldemort pointed his wand to his face, making the pale, snake-like face look even uglier with the added shadows.

Voldemort's red eyes narrowed. "YOU ARE POSITIVELY STUPID, MALFOY! DON'T YOU REALIZE YOU ALMOST LANDED YOURSELF IN AZKABAN?"

Malfoy was seriously shaken. "But—"

"There are no 'buts,' Malfoy. I have very important plans for you, and you can't very well help me when your soul has been stolen by a dementor's kiss, now can you? And not only that, but now you've snuck off to see me, and they'll be looking for you. You just keep putting yourself in more and more danger of being caught, you stupid git. Don't you realize that they might have removed you from the Weasley's care?"

Draco had finally caught his bearings and with foolhardy gall, proceeded to shout back at the Dark Lord. "Well I don't like the Weasley's anyway! They're all a bunch of blood traitors—"

"BLOOD TRAITORS WHO ARE CURRENTLY ALSO TAKING CARE OF POTTER!" Voldemort raged. "I need you to stay near them in case I need to get to Potter! You act like a child, Malfoy. If you weren't so important to my damn plans I'd have killed you by now. You deserve to be miserable with those rotten Weasleys." Voldemort stopped to pull something out of his robes.

"Incendio!" Sparks erupted from the wand and into a run-down fireplace, now only visible because of the flames that had ignited there. Voldemort had also flung some powder into the fire, yelled "Diagon Alley!" and shoved Malfoy into the green tongues of fire, but only after he had shouted, "Do not contact me ever again, except on pain of death; and as punishment, you may not contact any of your Slytherin friends either."

That was how Draco had ended up staring at four angry Gryffindors.

Ginny had decided against using the hex; it might have made things worse at the moment.

In an annoyed voice, Ron suggested that they "get going to the Three Broomsticks already, because I've waited long enough."

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All throughout the next week, Draco sulked in his room like a five-year-old having who wasn't getting their way.

"I hate the Dark Lord, I hate the Weasleys, I hate Potter, I hate Granger, I hate the stupid world." He continued to list more things he hated, varied with a few long strings of choice curse words. The only thing that kept him from exploding was the fact that he turned seventeen in three weeks. Then he would be a legal adult, and wouldn't have to stay under the care of the Weasleys.

"Just three more weeks," Draco said, "and pop go the Weasleys."

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Everyone in the Weasley home noticed Draco's surly behavior, but didn't mind it, since he ended up barricading himself in his room and stayed out of everybody's way. That is, everyone but Hermione.

Hermione found that Draco's sulkiness was almost worse than his insults. She didn't understand why it bothered her, but it didn't matter. All she knew was that she was walking to his room, and making him come out.

"Open the bloody door, Malfoy. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you died in there."

Draco would have ignored her, but he had actually been craving human company, even if it they would just end up yelling at each other and maybe drawing blood. He opened the door to a Hermione that was almost as ticked off as he was.

"May I come in?" she asked, eyes glittering with angry annoyance.

He drawled out, "Of course, mudblood," just to annoy her further.

"Don't call me that!"

"What did you come here for, Granger, you're getting on my nerves."

"I came here because you're getting on my nerves. All you do is sulk in your room. Can't you at least come out and stop sulking for one day? I mean really. You're acting like a child."

Draco was reminded of Voldemort's words just then. You act like a child, Malfoy. You deserve to be miserable with those rotten Weasleys. He decided, that out of spite, he'd be as nice as possible to the muggle-lovers. 'Wouldn't Voldemort be so happy to hear that I'm going against everything he stands for?' Draco thought sarcastically.

"Well, okay, Granger. I'll come out. But it better be worth my while.

Suddenly the girl smiled. Draco didn't like that. It looked sinister, like she was plotting something that he would hate. 'She looks like a Slytherin,' he thought. 'Scary.'

"I know just the thing," she said, and then disappeared out the door.

"Well that was strange," the blonde boy muttered to himself.

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Later at dinner, Draco finally found out what Hermione had been planning.

"So," Arthur Weasley said cheerily, serving himself a generous portion of chicken. "What do you young witches and wizards have planned for the weekend?"

Hermione answered with a sly smile. "Well, you know, Mr. Weasley, I had noticed in a muggle newspaper I saw in the rubbish bin that there is going to be a muggle carnival this Saturday."

Mr. Weasley looked positively excited. "Really? Fascinating. What is a carnival?"

"It's a sort of festival—entertainment," Hermione attempted to explain. "There are a lot of fun games and rides."

"Erm, rides?"

"Yes. Basically you sit in a chair with a restraining device while the chair moves about. Usually it spins, or moves very fast. They're quite fun." Hermione took a sip of water. "I was wondering if I might go. I was wondering if we could all go."

Draco couldn't be sure, but it seemed that Hermione had been looking directly at during that last part.

"Splendid idea! I can't wait to see how they manage to make everything work." Arthur was grinning madly, off in another world, imagining muggle things. (Now we know where Ginny picked that habit up from.)

Hermione winked at Draco. 'This can't be good.' Draco groaned mentally. He never should have agreed to venture out of his room…'Nothing fun is going to happen at a muggle festival.'

Draco didn't know how wrong he was. Of course, fun is all about your point of view…

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AN: Well, hoped you liked it. Thanks to Malfoy-Jacky and jjp91, my second and third reviewers.

By the way…There is a point to Narcissa getting killed. I promise. I didn't kill her off randomly.