So, here it is. Part two of Never Underestimate a Malfoy. I'm sure you are all overjoyed. (whoopee) Aannnyyyhhoowww, my stats were awesome. 55 people read Chapter One and one person reviewed! YEAH! The way I look at it, at least I got one review. So now, all of you folks that read my A/Ns, give a huzzah for CelticGirl264! YOU ROCK! Anyone feel like reviewing? Maybe I'll get two this time… :D
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It was shortly passed eight-o-clock when Harry finally came down the stairs of 45 Dolsburg Drive. As soon as he appeared in the kitchen, a dwarf who had been sitting there, looking bored, broke into song.
"Oh, thy is very sorry for not being here
But godmother Tonk's went into labor, dear
There are some pancakes next to the private vault
But I wouldn't recommend eating them since Remus added a bit too much salt,
Hope you have fun on all your trips
And, dear, you've got something on your lips,
By the way, have we told you we're having twins?
We just hope they aren't like the Weasley bowling pins.
Actually, one's a boy and one's a girl,
I hope I don't terribly hurlThis is my letter to Harry, you big brute,
Get off my page, go play your lute!
I don't play lute, darling dear,
And if I did, it would be quite a fear.
Anyway, hon, we'll see you soon
Remus is just edgy because of the full moon.
No I'm not, you great lady!
I'm nervous because you're about to have a baby
That's babies, Remus sweetie
And don't you make me get out the peace treaty
Darling, I'm not trying to make you mad
Remember, we're writing to Harry The Sad
Wait, Remus, Are you sitting on what I think your sitting on?"
Hold on, that's a pawn,
Wait, that's what I'm looking for
Harry, he's reading a "How to be a Good Father and More!"
Aww….Remie, that's so sweet
And look, you've kept everything in this bag nice and neat….."
"Will you please stop that thing from singing!" a portrait on the wall exclaimed angrily.
"It's driving me bloody mad! And the poetry sucks!"
The dwarf slammed his mouth shut, shooting a reproachful look at the portrait.
"Honestly," he squeaked. "You just had to ask! It's not like I like singing this rubbish anyway!"
The portrait humped.
"She's got such terrible taste."
The dwarf scowled.
"If you had let me finish, as it explains later, I was the only thing available at St. Mungo's."
"You?"
The portrait burst out laughing.
Harry sighed exasperatedly. "Shut it you two. You're reminding me of Ron and Herm…."
A choked feeling clogged up his windpipe, and he stopped speaking.
"Ron and Hermione." His mind finished for him.
Harry hadn't seen Ron or Hermione for seven months, since his 19th birthday. They were supposed to visit Harry and Ginny when they returned from their honeymoon in France in the house Harry was planning on inviting Ginny to move into. After Ginny died, Harry left, and they never made any effort to contact him. For that matter, neither had any of the other Weasleys.
Harry pushed himself away from the table, not bothering to put robes on over his jeans and t-shirt, but rather pulled on his cloak and old Gryffindor scarf. For a brief second, he wondered if Hermione and Ron would be there. It was a stupid thought; even if they were there, it wasn't like they would be happy to see him.
Harry slammed the door to Number 42, hairs rising on his arms. Dolsburg Drive was an hours walk from Hogwarts if you snuck through the Forbidden Forest, something Harry felt like recklessly doing. It was snowing somewhat hard, and Harry frowned into it, wishing he'd put on his robes. They'd be keeping him warmer than the flimsy cloak would.
On instinct, Harry checked his back pocket for his wand, then swore angrily. If he was going through the Forbidden Forest, he would need a wand, and his was back in the trunk at Privet Drive. Harry shook his head, feeling like a little kid again.
"You idiot. You can do wandless magic." He muttered angrily to himself. Even so, it wasn't safe to walk through the Forbidden Forest with wandless magic that was quite rusty as your only defense.
"Portus." He murmured quietly, then grabbed his scarf, and disappeared.
"Harry Potter! What a pleasure to see you!" Albus Dumbledore's portrait exclaimed happily as Harry appeared in his old office.
Harry nodded formally.
"So, did you like my idea? Hogsmeade in the Room of Requirement!"
Harry nodded again.
"I thought it was a brilliant idea! Headmaster Malfoy completely disagreed, for some odd reason or another, but, well, that's life, yes?"
Harry inclined his head politely. The dead Dumbledore seemed be a lot more talkative than the alive one had ever been.
"Unfortunately, due to some recent Death Eater activity around Hogsmeade, we have decided…."
"We?" a scornful voice said from the doorway, and the Headmaster entered the room, grinning at Harry. "We? See now, I thought that you were the one that wanted to have the Hogsmeade trip in the Room of Requirement. I, on the other hand, thought a little dueling to the death practice would be good for the students and," he inclined his head toward Harry. "the ex-students."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Haven't changed much, have you Draco?"
Draco Malfoy smirked.
"Not at all. Now, Harry, it's quite easy, even for you. Just walk to the Room of Requirement door," he paused. "I'm sure you know very well where that is." A witch behind him giggled in her portrait. "Now, the door should be there, and I've charmed it to stay as Hogsmeade, so you should be able to walk right in. The shopkeepers have promised to keep their stores full of merchandise and as long as you leave the appropriate number of coins, you should be able to buy whatever you want. Actually, most of the shopkeepers will be present in their shops, so…..well….you get what I mean! Now, you are a bit on the early side; the third years and above aren't allowed until 2:30, and the former students won't be arriving till at least noon. But, you may have some fun loping around! Who the hell knows? You're Harry Potter! You're content to be alive! Ache, whatever! Out!"
Before Harry could comprehend most of what the Headmaster had said, Draco had pushed him out the door and it had swung shut with a final click.
Harry gaped at the door, thinking dryly to himself, "When you live with Dumbledore, odd things happen…….."
Malfoy had changed a lot in what would have been his 7th year, if he had gone to school. He had met up with Harry while on the run from Voldemort, and within several weeks, had convinced Harry, Hermione, Ron, Luna, Neville, and Ginny that he was on their side for good. In the end, Draco was one of the first people on the scene when the final battle at Godric's Hollow began. After Dumbledore's death in Harry's sixth year, Professor McGonagall had been appointed a temporary headmistress. Finally, she and the governors agreed on a permanent replacement; Draco Malfoy, and she had gone back to teaching freckled first years to transfigure teapots into toucans. (A/N: try saying that five times fast:) He had been appointed Headmaster to Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and accepted the post happily……….after all, who wouldn't want to spend the rest of their years living with crazed, talking portraits?
Before he realized it, Harry was standing in front of the Room of Requirement door, his hands fiercely sweating now. He took a deep breath in, then pushed the door open, his eyes widening in shock at the sight before him.
Harry had never seen Hogsmeade look so empty. The town looked almost dead; it was eerie almost.
Rubbing his hands on the back of his pants anxiously, he glanced around. Now that he was here, he felt out of place. The weekend trips to Zonko's seemed so long ago and Harry realized with a start that he had no idea of what he could do until the other students arrived.
Harry walked forward uncertainly, feeling rather than seeing the door behind him disappear into the snow. He tucked his hands into his pockets and walked slowly toward the center square, mildly enjoying the cold air inside his lungs. There was the apothecary, the owlery, the cauldron shop, the……
For a second, Harry thought he saw a flicker of red in the falling snow, but when he blinked it was gone. Curious, Harry took the next left, taking a path he had not taken for ages. And then, there it was: Madame Puddifoot's.
Harry had honestly never liked the coffee shop: he found it too happy…too bubbly. Ginny had dragged him there once before they vowed to never go there again.
Ginny and him had first come here when spying on Ron and Hermione, and trying to make them kiss. They had jumped here after having several friends herd Ron and Hermione in. When the two had finally taken a seat on one of the chairs, Harry and Ginny had bewitched mistletoe to repeatedly fly over their heads, until the two had finally leaned in for a kiss.
After several minutes, and Hermione and Ron had become quite involved for their first kiss, Ginny and Harry had begun to laugh, and a smirking Ron broke it off.
"You can come out from hiding now."
As soon as Harry and Ginny had left the closet, Fred, George, Angelina, and Alicia appeared from under one of the nearest tables, Charlie, Bill, and Fleur stepped out from behind one of the curtains, a disgruntled Professor McGonagall changed back into her human self, and a huge crowd of students that had been watching from the window sashayed in.
Everyone had looked blankly at each other, before the entire room burst into laughter.
Harry had noticed the slightly red lips of Professor McGonagall, and as they were leaving the café, Ginny had grinned.
"I heard she snogged Dumbledore once!"
They had laughed the entire way back to the Burrow.
Quite suddenly, Harry felt an urge to go into the shop. He ran inside, and immediately ducked inside the small broom closet that was just to the right of the door. This was where Ginny and him had ceased to be just friends for the second time; this was where he had kissed her as they were waiting for Ron and Hermione to enter. She had looked so pretty with her windswept hair and her flushed face, and he had no longer been able to help himself. His promise to himself that he had made at Dumbledore's funeral about having a purely platonic relationship with her had disappeared in this closet.
Harry felt a deep longing set into his chest as he shuffled himself farther back into the closet.
"Harry, dear, I love you too, but you're suffocating me."
Harry spun on his heel. There, sitting on one of the boxes in the back of the closet, was a very much alive, very beautiful, very happy looking Ginerva Molly Weasley.
No………it couldn't be.
"Ginny?" he croaked.
"Harry…."
She grinned, and in one swift moment she had tackled him. With a thud, they fell against the door.
"Hey!" he whined, immediately feeling playful in her presence. "What was that for? I wanted to kiss you!"
She smirked.
"That was for taking so long to need me! I honestly thought you'd never consider the fact that the room just might bring me back if you needed me! I was getting mighty bored…" she poked him in the chest, hard. "That, was for making me bored."
With a snort, Harry pulled her to her feet, shoving several coats out of the way so they could stand. There was a moments silence while the two stared at each other, then Ginny whispered softly, "Now you can kiss me, Harry….."
He didn't need another word. Within seconds, he had her pushed against the door, his lips against hers. She gave a squeak, then a moan of desire, one of her hands tangling in his hair. Without breaking the kiss, she laced her legs around his waist, her other arm wrapping around his neck.
When they finally broke for air, she pulled out a small mirror from her pocket, looking at herself critically, though a small smile was tugging at her lips.
"Lord! I asked for a kiss, and you gave me a bloody makeover!"
For the first time, in four months, Harry allowed himself to smile a true Potter smile.
Ginny slid her arms around his neck again, and pecked his chin smiling giddily. Harry, however, turned his gaze to the coat rack behind her.
"How did you get here? You're…….." he left the sentence awkwardly, returning his stare to her eyes.
"Dead, yes." She murmured quietly, jumping down to her feet, and shoving some of the coats aside so they had more room. "Draco arranged with the R.O.R. for you……..and me……."
Harry sat down slowly.
"Draco did this?"
She smiled, taking a seat on his lap.
"Mmmhmmmm……Who'da thunk it!"
Harry shook his head softly, capturing her mouth in his again. She, however, resisted, pulling back from his desperate lips, a childish smirk on her face.
"Wait….there's more! He's going to let us keep the room, making it off bounds for all Hogwart's students, unless we invite them. His only request is that you teach Defense Against the Dark Arts……..and you figure out how to get him another Room of Requirement….., or, as he puts it, 'a room that I, and the students here, can safely venture without having to worry about awkward situations occurring…'….."
She kissed his forehead softly, wrinkling her nose as his hair tickled her cheek.
"What do you think?" she whispered softly, pulling back to gaze into Harry's eyes.
He smiled.
"Of course."
"Any thing I can do for you?" she asked, teasingly.
He smirked.
"Two things. First, keep kissing. Secondly, remind me to never underestimate a Malfoy……….ever again…….."
She grinned.
"I'll do both."
Yeah, yeah, yeah, so it's kind of corny, but come on, it's heartfelt. Hope you liked it. I think I mentioned this before, but just in case you don't remember, not all the lines in this are my own. This was part of a contest a couple years ago where you had to include certain lines. For example, the snogging Dumbledore part was one of them. Basically, any part that just seemed not quite like something I would normally write is one of them. Funny enough, I never actually ended up entering my story in the contest, so whatever. Review, pretty please!