The Rich and the Poor

Chapter 2

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"four days..." he repeats softly to him self less than one week and he would be out of this hell house.

Chapter two

Draco wakes up and sighs it had been three days since his mother had hit him. She hadn't touched him since, she wouldn't even look at him. He figured it was because she didn't want to take the chance of injuring him so bad again right away as it would look suspicious. He looks at his calendar, one more day. His thumb rubs over the surface of the calendar than pulls it down and puts it in his velvet covered trunk. He looks over the stuff he has in the trunk and sighs, finally he was done. He was packed and ready for school. He smiles softly as he looks down at his badge a prefect he was sure next year he would be the head boy. His smile turns to a grimace though as he think that the mud blood would be the head girl. How annoying would that be.

A nock is heard on his door. "come in.." His mother walks in smiling pleasantly. He was a bit surprised she had bothered to knock at all.

"Dear I was going through you're school list your missing a book.." She moves over to his trunk going through it.

"They were out.." he sits on his bed pulling his knees up to his chest.

"And WHY didn't you tell me?" She looks up at him.
"I.. I dono. I figured I could pick a copy up at school.. they have to have extra copies.. and if not there than I'm sure they do in town."

"DON'T BE SMART WITH ME!"
Draco stiffens and looks down. Hoping against hope she didn't give him a bruise before school started. His odd bump thing was going to be hard enough to explain he didn't need a bruise too. "Sorry mother"

Her face clam back down "it's quite alright dear.. now lets get going"
"g-going? Where?" He looks up at her and receives a hard slap to his cheek.
"DON'T QUESTION ME!"
Draco's eyes widen and he lays a hand on his cheek.

"now get up we're leaving.. Gel your hair back first. it looks horrible with it falling into your face like that! Unlike your father YOUR face looks ugly with long hair.. have one of the elves at school cut it would you? I'll see you down stairs don't be long" She turns and leaves through the open door walking gracefully as ever, her head held high.

Draco glares at her retreating back, his hand still holding his red cheek. He heads into the bathroom and fixes his hair up. He looks at the door than lifts his shirt looking over the bruises from when she had kicked him. Most of his chest was bruised he didn't understand how he didn't have broken ribs but he wasn't going to question his good luck. he pulls his shirt down and tucks it in than pulls a robe over his head and walks downstairs.

He sees his mother smiling at him. "hurry up dear"

"...yes mother.." he watches her warily wondering why she was making sure she controlled her temper. He grabs his coat and heads out side into the horseless couch and gets in his mother gets in after. The couch starts off with just a slight jerk.

His mother starts powdering her nose. "I'm busy tomorrow so I'm dropping you off at the train station you can stay in a Inn or something"

"What? Do you know what it will look like to see me at the train station alone! Carrying my own luggage?"

"I don't know dear, your little friends will get over it I'm sure." She puts her powder away. "now.. here's you wallet again, there should be enough money on there to get you t Christmas. It's lighter than last year but with your father away.." she sighs dramatically. "I'm afraid moneys a bit short. You understand right dear?" the couch stops and she doesn't wait for Draco's answer as she steps off "no I've arranged for you luggage to be at the train station at 6:47 they won't wait so make sure you're there at that time"
"6:40?! Mother You have to be kidding me! I'll look like an idiot just sitting their for.. two or three hours!"

She rounds on him quickly her face angry. Draco steps backward a bit taken aback. Her face smoothes over as quickly as it came. "You won't look silly because if you're the only one there no one knows you've been there. You must think logically Draco dear now come along." she starts walking towards and Inn and Draco stops dead.

"THAT'S A MUGGLE HOTEL!!"

"It's the closet one to the station I'm doing you a favor really"
"I WILL NOT BE SEEN IN A MUGGLE HOTEL!" He didn't care if he got smacked around for a month for this he would Not stay in any muggle place! He'd get like lice or something! Or die of food poisoning!

She walks right in front of him. "I told you money is tighter now" she tries to look down on him problem was Draco was now taller than her. "You will stay where we can afford to put your ungrateful ass!"

Draco sneers their money couldn't be that short or they wouldn't still have their house and all their stuff. "So why don't we save your danm money and let me stay at home!?" He points back toward the house.

"Because I'm having the house remolded. Your father is going to be gone for a while and I think it's time to brighten the house up."

Draco's eyes widen they could afford to remodel the house but NOT put him in a descent wizard inn? Hell he'd take a crapy wizard Inn over this muggle place! "Mother what about your reputation? For your son to be here? In a muggle place?" maybe hitting her in Her looks would save him from this horror.

"Ohh don't be silly! I can't help it if you ran away and came here so I wouldn't find you!" she giggles into her hand.

"I didn't run away!" Draco practically stomps his feet.

"Of course you did why else would you be in a muggle hotel?" She looks at him innocently "and don't worry I'll be horribly worried about you"

Draco's face was growing red from anger. How dare she Make him stay in a muggle trash heap than say he came here by choice! He glares and she looks back calmly the staring contest didn't last long though Draco backed down. The problem was it didn't matter what she said he could never say anything against it. He was stuck even if he were to go to the cops or something. He sighs and looks down and heads into the hotel. Who would ever want to help a Malfoy?

Once he gets to the doors he sees his mom climb back into the carriage that now looked like a car to a muggle eye. He walks in and up to the counter, he stays a good distance away from the desk "er.. excuse me? Do you have reservations for Malfoy?"

The man looks up from reading his magazine. He raises an eye brow at Draco than type on the computer "One guest?"

Draco nods

"alright it's already been paid for so you can head up. Go out side and up the stairs fifth room down" he hands Draco a key.

Draco takes it by the tip and heads out sneering the whole way. Someway, someday he would make his mother pay for this! If he did nothing else in his life he would make his mother pay for this! He heads up the stairs and looking around, he didn't think this place had ever been cleaned... it was so gross!

He walks past some room and sees some Muggles taking there disgusting sheets off the bed and putting just as disgusting ones back on it! Muggles had such primitive life styles.

Draco opens his own and he grimaces at the sight there was only one bed and it was a tiny thing like a twin. It had an odd box at the foot of the bed it was black with a wand like object sticking from the top. He really didn't see how Muggles made any money when they didn't even clean up after them selves. He goes in and shuts the door behind him he looks around the ONE room than goes to the Tiny bathroom there was a little square shower and a toilet. How primitive were Muggles, hadn't they ever heard of a bath? He shuts the door to the bathroom rather quickly vowing not to use it unless he absolutely had too.

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NEXT DAY

Draco awoke shivering he looks at his watch. It was time to go he gets up he had slept in his cloths on top of the blankets as he didn't trust laying under them. He sniffs a big and pulls his cloak more around him. He find a small bag by the door he smirks at least his mother had the decently to send this. He pulls out his brush and tooth brush and heads for the sink area. Once he looked like the Malfoy he was suppose to be he heads out side into the cool air. With just the little bag for his necessity under his arm he heads for the station house. And who said a Malfoy can't rough it?

He arrived at the front gate at exactly 6:40 he wanted to get there early as he wasn't going to be left with out his luggage for ANY amount of time once they got onto the bus. he could hear those questions now if he did.

Draco growls at him self thinking about that junk wasn't going to help his situation out any. He sits on a nearby bench and waits... and waits. At about a quarter after seven he was starting to figure his luggage wasn't coming. He shivers again and holds his clock even tighter his nose had to be frozen solid and his hands felt like ice. Draco looks up at hearing an annoying loud voice.
"Hurry boy I don't have all day! I still have to go home and pick Dudley up so he can catch his train in two hours!" The very large, and in Draco's opinion, very ugly man throws a crate out into the street and thrusts a birdcage into the boys hand. If Draco had any luck it sure wasn't going to show its face now. It was Potter
"Yes Uncle Vernon" Draco watches as the boy struggles to hold the birdcage and pull the crate up onto the curb. The ugly.. thing, as not even a Muggle could be that ugly, didn't help him and just got into his car and drove off.

Harry sighs and goes to get a cart and eyes widen as he sees Draco sitting on the bench.
"Nice relatives you have there Potter" Draco sneers crossing his arms over his chest acting as the cold didn't bother him in the least bit.

"what are you doing here Malfoy? I would have thought you'd be in a nice warm room until like five minutes before the train left than just walk on.." he looks around "you packing light or did your daddy arrange for your luggage to already be on the train.." he smirks "opps that's right your dad can't, he can't do anything he's in jail." Harry sneers and goes off to get the cart.

Draco growls will Potter was obviously having a bad mood as Potter usually just ignored him completely, if he could. "At least mines alive. And it just so happens Potter that my Luggage is being delivered specially for me. I didn't want to have to haul it down here." He makes sure to stick his nose into the air. If he pulled off the cocky attitude maybe he'd leave him alone!

Harry snorts and starts pulling his stuff onto the cart and roping it down than pushes it inside.

Draco wanted to go in.. it was cold. But that bastard with his stuff still wasn't here! He rubs his temples trying to hold back an approaching head ach. Harry returns back outside. "why are You here so early?"

The blond looks up at him "why are you?" he sneers
Harry growls "I was just trying to be civil but if you must know My Aunt and Uncle didn't want Dudley's friends to see me it might embarrassed Dudley."

Draco snorts and looks at Harry his eyes widen "What in Merlin are you wearing?"
Harry wore the big baggy jeans that were Dudley's hand-me downs than a tight black shirt with fish net tights on his hands. Harry's eyes narrow "what's wrong with it?"
"Will for starters you look even stupider than you normally do! And second don't muggle women usually wear though tights on there legs? I always knew you were a fag" Draco smirks.

"Yes they do and the thought of my Aunt in them is half the reason I stole them from her! And second, not that you should care but it's a way to keep them off me. They don't want me seen anywhere near them as long as I'm dressed like this. Not that your any better looks like you've been wearing those cloths for a week!" He wasn't going to say anything but if Malfoy was going to rag on him he'd rag back

"My house elves getting old, we're going to poison here soon and get rid of her"

"Why not just free her!?" Harry looked horrified for some reason. Draco didn't see a problem to poisoning her it was the nice thing to do. "why? So she can stand just outside our lot and look at it sadly tell she starves to death? I thought you Griffendors were like noble and stuff. Making someone starve to death isn't a very noble thing to do!"
"Dobby didn't!"

"Dobby had a little more brain than most house elves" Draco smirks. "He yelled at my mom once.." he stops him self right there Potter did Not need know anything about his life, not that he cared he was sure. Why had the boy even come back out!? Was he nuts it was cold out here!

Harry stares at Draco oddly the blond had actually sounded like he liked Dobby a bit there. He had been bored and thought arguing with Malfoy would at least pass the time but the blond didn't seem to be interested today so Harry turns and heads back in. It didn't really matter to much. It had been just something to do.

Draco watches Harry go out of the corner of his eye and sighs in relief that was just odd to say the least! Potter seemed like he actually wanted to.. talk? He would never understand that kid.

Draco waited for about ten more minutes before someone finally showed up. He was a dark man, he pushed his stuff over to him. "you're late!" Draco stands up fists clenched.

"What.. two minutes?" The man looks at his watch.

"try an hour!"

"I was told to get here at 7:47 and it's 7:50 I don't think that classifies as an hour." The man walks off.

Draco's face was slowly turning red again, his mother had sent him there an hour early! The bitch, it was probably her way of getting him back for 'questioning' her. He quickly takes the cart and pushes it inside and heads for the gate hoping they had it open this early.

When he gets to the entrance to 9 3/4 and doesn't see potter he figures it must be open. He does a fast walk into it and flashes a second smile as it goes through than replaces it with his usual sneer. He loads his stuff up and climbs onto the train he picks a car that was further back and sits down leaning against the wall. He knew he should nap it looked low class but he was so tired. He yawns and his eyes drift shut.

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I know this was short but it was just setting it up for the next chapter. the start of school. Get to meet the new DADA teacher ^_^ Feel free to review.