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Don't kill me! I know, I know. Late again. I was just so busy last week it was poopy. Anyway I know this is like so short but I'm at work right now and this is not part of my job. So the next chapter up soon. I hope.
Chapter 12
Draco was pulling at his once beautiful hair. There was no way it should be this color. Where had his lovely blond locks gone? What did he do to deserve this much pain? He would never know.
"Draco dear, what on earth did you do to your hair?" Narcissa asked her only son. He sighed before speaking.
"If I knew mother, don't you think I would be this surprised?"
"Don't speak to your mother in that tone boy!" Luises braked.
"You tell me how not to speak to my mother? You hypocrite! You speak to her like this all the time, and when she doesn't do what you what you curse her! To hell with you, you sorry excuse for a father!" Draco normally wouldn't talk to his father this way, but it just seemed like one of those mornings.
"Bite your toughn, you dreadful excuse for a son! I want you out! Take those two with you! Don't come back till you've learned to hold your tough and how to speak to your father!" He was pointing at the house door. He had the worst look on his face. He looked like he was about to blow up again.
Draco gave his father a cold stare and stomped off to his room to collect his things. Both girls followed behind, heads down. They now felt very bad. Hermione also felt bad for herself. For she now had to house Draco Malfoy. She had no idea what to do.
All teenagers packed in silents. About an hour later, they were packed and in the front hall. The limo driver was at the old building waiting for them.
Draco walked over to his mother, hugged her and whisphed something in her ear that sounded like 'sorry', he then turned and walked right past his father and into the fire place. Five small elves followed with all his belongings.
Right after getting to the small hotel, they jumped right in the limo. The ride was quiet as they drove to Hermione and Kelly's house. It seemed to take much longer to get there this time.
After what seemed forever, the car stopped in front of the small house. Hermione got out first, followed by Kelly, and then Draco. Yet still no words were spoken. Hermione was sure he would make some comment about her house but none came.
Hermione reached the front door to find it locked. Now what were they going to do?
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