Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, "Walking on Sunshine" (which is Katrina and the Waves, awesome group, guys. I've change this lyrics just a little), or Les Misérables

A/N: Just very quickly, there will be no Draco/Ginny relationship, save the fact that Ginny will always be trying to kill Malfoy. Ok?

Chapter 5: Visiting Aunts and Crazed Cousins

DAY 2

In the morning, the power was, thankfully, back on. Malfoy had changed into different clothes (he looked fairly normal in clothes similar to Ron's: jeans and a T-shirt that was not pink), but felt that he still smelled like marinara, so he decided to have a shower.

Ginny woke up early and felt very bored. Then, she remembered the books that she had brought with her, in case of boredom. Pulling out Les Misérables, she began to read.

Malfoy was humming to himself in the shower. He planned to spend an hour longer in there. It was a nice morning, and he was getting clean. Even if he was going to be wearing Muggle clothes, it was okay. At least the shirt is green. Ah, soap, how did I live without it at the tender age of four?

Ginny finished with the chapter in which Jean Valjean promises Fantine to rescue her child from the wicked innkeepers. Better save the rest for later. I need to save it for this month, in case of more boredom. What should I do now? Gosh, I have to go…

Malfoy's hair was still pink, but at least it was now tomato-free. He felt really happy and began to sing. "I used to think maybe you loved me, now baby I'm sure…"

Ginny crept down the hallway, trying not to wake anyone. After all, it was only seven a.m. Don't trip now. Carefully…

Malfoy's face was now completely clean, and he felt like increasing the volume, just a little. "Now every time I go for the mailbox, gotta hold myself down. Cause I just can't wait till you write me you're coming around."

She heard something funny coming from the bathroom and paused to listen.

"I'm walking on sunshine. Who-o-oa! I'm walking on sunshine. Who-o-oa! And I'm trying to feel good! Yeah! I feel the love, I feel the love, I feel the love, I feel the love! I feel the light, I feel the light, I feel the light, I feel the light!"

Ginny strained her ears. Was that Malfoy? It was Malfoy! A wide grin spread across Ginny's face as she snuck into the bathroom. Luckily, Malfoy was too busy singing to notice. Was it time for a prank?

"Walking on sunshine…"

She stretched her hand out to the toilet flusher. She gently pushed it down…

"I'm walking on sunshine, baby, WHOA! Yeah! Walking on sunshine, baby, WH- AAAAAAAAARRRGH!" He was greeted with a strong jet of boiling water, courtesy of Ginny's trick. Ginny smiled wickedly. I'm using the downstairs bathroom. She ran out of there before Malfoy could catch her.

Malfoy was incredibly irate. Now how had that happened? You can never trust the water supply from these Muggle homes. What was up with that? I'm getting out of the shower, now.

Ginny finished using the bathroom and crept down to the kitchen for a snack. Where is the kitchen again? Right, through the doors, past the couch over there…

Malfoy wanted something to eat. Having one packet of potato chips last night was not an ideal dinner. Hope there's something edible there.

Both found the kitchen door, tried to hurtle through, and crashed.

"Weasley!"

"Malfoy?"

"Yes. God, you can't do anything here. I just got boiled alive."

Ginny feigned concern. "By what?"

"The hot water just turned on randomly, and I nearly died."

"Really? How could it? That's so funny!"

"Isn't it? And power turned out yesterday."

"Ugh. Those Muggles. Well, got to go, and uh, get breakfast." Ginny snickered to herself on the way to the kitchen. "Oho, life is good. Very, very good indeed. This is great."

About two hours later, Harry, Ron, and Hermione rose. Snape decided to sleep in, because he was too tired and bored to wake up.

Harry saw Malfoy and came over. "Well, good morning, Pinky. How are you this morning?"

"FYI, I was almost roasted this morning and I can't find anything to eat. What it wrong with you Muggles?"

"Malfoy, I'm not a Muggle. I am half-blood, even it I did grow up with the Muggles. And Muggles are not that bad, you know. Can't you just learn to live with it? Besides, what is wrong with them?"

"They're… they're uh…" Malfoy could not think of an excuse. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Malfoy jumped about a foot into the air. "What the #$?"

Ginny rushed over. "Ooh! We have visitors! How nice!" She ran to the door and was about to pull it open when Hermione, who was closely following her, yanked her back.

"Wait!" she hissed. "Check who it is first! There are a lot of criminals out there who would grab you if you open the door, or will get into your house and, oh, I don't know, rob you. It does happen! RULE OF LIFE- do not open the door to ANYONE you don't know!"

Ginny was taken aback, but checked the small window near the door. "It's this skinny blonde lady with a long neck and this… really obese boy next to her. She's holding some sort of gift basket."

Harry groaned. "Oh no. It's Aunt Petunia and Dudley. They've come to say hello. Bet they didn't recognize us when we arrived, 'cause I saw her looking out the upstairs window at us."

Ginny looked hesitant. "Should I let her in?"

"Go ahead. Better get it over with. Know what? I'm going to hide. That way, she won't completely freak out." Harry scurried off.

Ginny pulled open the door. "Why hello there!"

Aunt Petunia was wearing a frilly, lavender dress and a smile. Dudley looked sheepish and somewhat irritated. "Hello dear. We just wanted to say, welcome to Private Drive. Are your parents home? You know, you look very much like one of my, erm, nephew's friends…" at this point, she turned and saw Ron. The smile slid off her face like water. Dudley whimpered and clutched his fat bottom.

Aunt Petunia's demeanor suddenly became very cold. "I see. He's here then, isn't he, that Harry. Well, we'll be… ARGH!" For Snape had just come down, this time in a huge purple sweater and a long black skirt. To complete the ensemble, he wore red clogs. He looked at Aunt Petunia. "Yes?"

Aunt Petunia was furious. "This boy is much more trouble than he is worth! My freak of a sister gets herself blown up, the hippy with long, white hair leaves the boy on our door with this letter with some rubbish about wizards and that… that… school my sister went to, we are burdened with his delinquencies for ten years, some giant comes to claim him, and now I see that he is associating with gender-confused WARLOCKS!"

Snape now looked angry. "Excuse me madam? Gender-confused?"

"Yes, yes! We're going now! Come on, my precious Duddykins. Don't let them scare you, darling."

Malfoy, feeling particularly malicious, ran up to Dudley and yelled, "BOO!"

Dudley screamed, began to beg for mercy, and ran safely to Number Four, his mother following behind. In her haste, she left the gift basket.

Hermione grinned. "Harry, you can come out now! And it didn't work! Your aunt recognized Ron!'

Harry stepped outside of the closet in which he had concealed himself. "Darn it."

"That's okay, Harry. Do you really want her calling all the time, or minding our business, like she does with your other 'normal' quote en quote neighbors?"

"Well, I suppose not… hey! She's left the gift basket!"

Ron dug into it. "Look at that! Chocolate, fruit, and… a teddy bear."

Ginny grabbed one of the chocolate boxes. "Breakfast anyone?"