Disclaimer- Do I really have to keep typing this thing out? The disclaimer in chapter one is in affect for the whole story. You know, the whole thing about J.K. Rowling owning Harry Potter.
Chapter Two
The Malfoy Manor
"Mr. Malfoy! Mr. Malfoy sir, please wake up!" squeaked one of the small house elves, pushing his small hands against Draco's shoulder.
"Huh? What?" Draco said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "Is it really morning already."
"Your mother would like you to get dressed and meet her downstairs for breakfast." the house elf said in a very tiny voice.
"Well, my mother would like me to do a lot of things," Draco said under his breath.
The house elf picked up on this comment, but wasn't really sure how to respond. So, instead of saying anything, the house elf bowed himself out of Draco's bedroom, leaving the door open.
Draco pulled himself off of his king sized bed. He was still a bit groggy from the night before. It was then that he remembered what he had done the night before.
Draco glanced at his wrist, at the gash that he had made. Draco decided that when that cut was healing, his whole past would heal too. After this school year, he would be seventeen, and he would be able to live far away from his mother.
Running his fingers over the cut, Draco wiped away all his bad childhood memories, his mother, his father, this house. He made himself a promise that this day would be the last time that he had would set foot in this house.
Draco stepped into the shower, letting the hot water pour over his sore muscles. His mother made him play Quidditch for five hours a day, so he was getting quite toned. After standing still under the hot stream of water for at least five minutes, Draco decided that he should hurry his shower up a little bit. The sooner he got ready, the sooner he could leave.
The Granger House
"Hermione! Hermione, get up dear!" Mrs. Granger shouted from downstairs. "Your father and I would like to talk to you over breakfast!"
Hermione opened her eyes groggily, not wanting to wake up from her dreams. She groaned loudly at the thought of talking to her parents over breakfast. They were most likely going to give her more things to do, as if she didn't have enough already.
Hermione stepped into her bathroom and splashed cold water on her face. This certainly woke her up. She decided that she was awake enough for a shower and stepped into the stream of hot water emitting from her shower head.
Steam filled the bathroom as Hermione took the longest shower that she had ever, in her life, taken. She closed her eyes, wishing she was still asleep.
"HERMIONE!" came her mother's shout from the bathroom door. She rapped her knuckles on the door. "Hurry up in there!"
Hermione snapped her eyes opened, and reluctantly turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. She dressed quickly in sweat pants and a t-shirt, and then looked at herself in the mirror. She looked terrible.
"Oh well." Hermione thought, "Nothing a little make-up won't fix."
Hermione applied coverup, mascara, and eyeshadow, taking extra care with the large bags under her eyes. After all, her mother would harp on her if she looked like she had just woken up.
After Hermione did a double check in her mirror, she headed downstairs to breakfast, almost not wanting to know what her parents wanted to talk to her about over breakfast.
The Malfoy Manor
After Draco had dressed and brushed his hair, he headed downstairs to the dining room. His mother was already sitting at the table, drinking steaming coffee in tiny sips. Draco hated coffee. Narcissa looked up when Draco entered the room.
"Good morning Draco dear." Narcissa asked. "How did you sleep last night?"
Obviously she had chosen to forget all about last night. Draco decided to play along. "I slept just wonderfully mother, thank you."
Narcissa smiled at her son as the two house elves brought out the breakfast plates. The house elves set one in front of Draco and one in front of Narcissa.
Draco stared at his plate. His plate was filled with more than generous proportions of everything you could think of. The sight off all of it made him sick.
His mother was already taking little nibbles off the items on her plate, which Draco noticed did not have as much food on it.
"Here goes nothing." Draco though as he dug into his plate. He figured he could eat about half of it and spread the remaining items around on his plate so his mother would think that he ate more than he really had. He did just that, and it worked.
"Draco, you certainly were hungry." Narcissa commented once the plates were cleared.
Draco nodded, feeling slightly nauseated from all of the food in his stomach.
"It's for the best. You'll have a long day ahead of you." Narcissa continued. Draco nodded as if he was agreeing again, but he wasn't really listening to her.
"Anyway, I have a bus ticket all set up for your departure at ten o'clock. It should only take about two hours, so you should be there around lun-."
"Wait a minute." Draco interrupted. "I'm taking a bus?"
"Of course honey. I want you to have the full experience of being a muggle." Narcissa said, pleased with herself for having thought to do this.
Draco, however, couldn't be any angrier. "Dammit." he thought to himself, two hours was a really long time.
"Its all been arranged with the muggles." his mother explained, "They will meet you at the bus stop. It's about a half-mile from their house. Doesn't that sound wonderful?"
Draco smiled through gritted teeth. "Don't worry about it." he said to himself, "You'll get out of this house for good. You don't ever have to come back."
These thoughts helped Draco's mood a little bit. It was just enough to carry on a civil conversation with his mother before heading back up to his room to make sure that everything that he wanted to take was in the suitcase.
The Granger House
"At last!" Hermione's mother exclaimed when Hermione stepped into the kitchen.
"We were beginning to wonder if you had been sucked down the drain." Hermione's father added with a chuckle as Hermione sat down at the table.
Hermione smiled warmly at her father as she helped herself to some cereal. "What did you want to talk to me about?" Hermione asked.
"Well," Mrs. Granger began, "We know that the young wizard that you are hosting will be coming today, so-"
Hermione choked on her cereal. "They are coming today?"
"Of course dear." Mr. Granger put in. "Didn't we tell you last night?"
Hermione racked her memory for any hint of her parents telling her that the person would be coming today. Nothing came up, so Hermione couldn't help but feel a little bit angry at her parents.
"They should have told me." Hermione thought, becoming really nervous.
Her mother continued, "So anyway, the young wizard will-."
Hermione interrupted again. "Wizard? As in not a witch? Meaning not a girl?"
"That's right dear. There were an more boys signed up for the program then they could fit in the male host's houses, so they asked us if it would be okay if a male came here. If I hadn't agreed to this then you wouldn't have been able to do the program at all."
"How unfortunate that would be." Hermione thought sarcastically.
"Now please let me finish," Mrs. Granger said more sternly. "As I was saying, the young man is coming today, so we thought that we would let you quit all of the activities that you are in now, except for your job, so that you can have more time to spend with him."
Hermione actually felt relieved, but shocked. Her parents had been making her do so much, that she would jump to the chance to quit something. "Thank you."
"No problem sweetie," her father said, serving himself some more coffee.
Hermione took a sip of her orange juice. She wasn't really a big fan of coffee.
"Oh, by the way honey," her mother began, "You are supposed to meet the young man at the bus station at noon."
Hermione glanced at the kitchen clock. It was only nine o'clock, so she had enough time to get everything the guest room ready.
As Hermione finished her cereal, she began to get a little excited about meeting this wizard. Who know? Maybe it will actually be fun.
The Malfoy Manor
"Draco! We need to get going!" Narcissa called from the bottom of the stairs. Draco quickly put his wand in his pocket (you never know when you may need it) and emerged from his bedroom lugging his trunk behind him. Each of the two house elves were carrying a suitcase.
Draco pulled his trunk behind him, causing it to slap loudly against each step. Draco's grip on the trunk handle slipped, and sent the trunk bouncing down the stairs.
"Shit!" Draco swore.
"Draco!" his mother said, shocked. "Watch your language!"
Draco ignored his mother and went sprinting after the trunk, which was already speeding out of control. The house elves picked up their pace, trying to keep up with Draco.
The trunk was too fast for Draco, so he did not reach it in time. It traveled faster when it reached the bottom and smashed into the wall. Draco swore loudly again, and his mother gave him another stern look.
Draco needn't get so worried. Everything remained in the trunk and there was only a small dent in the wall.
"You need to be more careful," Narcissa scolded. "I want you to make a good impression to these muggle parents. We need them to see h-."
At this moment Draco tuned his mother out. He didn't really care about impressing the muggles. Narcissa continued her lecture all the way out to the car. She was going to drive him as far as the bus stop.
The house elves loaded the suitcases and Draco's trunk into the car with much difficulty. Draco had to help them at one point so his trunk wouldn't flatten them against the driveway like two pancakes.
His mother started the car as Draco hopped into the front seat. She had finally stopped her lecture. They pulled out of the driveway and Draco took the last glimpse of the Malfoy Manor that he ever hoped to experience.
"You know Draco," his mother began into what Draco thought was going to be another lecture. This time he was wrong. "I want you to write to me every once in awhile. Although I might be hard to reach for the first month."
"Where are you going to be?" Draco asked, puzzled.
"I'm going on vacation to some island in the Caribbean. I could use some relaxation." Narcissa answered.
"So that's why she wanted me out of the house." Draco thought. "She just wanted to go on some dumb trip."
Draco was actually mad at his mother for this. Why couldn't she just tell him the truth for once?
"I don't think I'm going to send any owls." Draco said bluntly. His mother gave him a quizzical look.
Draco continued, in a way that almost mocked his mother, "I want to live as much like a muggle as possible, so that would include not sending letters."
"Oh, of course," Narcissa said in a disappointed manner. Draco looked forward at the road, smirking.
The Granger House
Hermione carefully made the bed in the guest room. She folded the sheets neatly and placed clean towels on the bed. She emptied out the dresser drawers to give the wizard some space to put clothes, opened the windows, and vacuumed and dusted until the room was spotless. Hermione admired her work and then went to clean the bathroom.
There were only two bathrooms in the house. Her parents bathroom downstairs, and Hermione's bathroom. Hermione's bathroom connected to her room and the guest room, so her guest and she would have to share.
Hermione scrubbed the shower until it glowed the brightest white that she had ever seen. He vacuumed the white tile floor and cleaned the sink and toilet.
"This would be so much easier with magic." Hermione thought as she scrubbed the grout around the whirlpool bathtub.
When everything was finally done, Hermione peeled off her latex gloves and stored them under the counter top. In the process of doing this, Hermione saw the cut that she had made the previous night.
She stared at it for a moment, and ran her finger over the cut the knife had made. Thinking fast, Hermione grabbed her watch from one of her bathroom drawers. She slipped it on over her hand, and slid it into place over her cut, hiding it from the world.
The Malfoy's Car
Narcissa pulled the black Malfoy family car into a parking space at the bus stop. Draco hurried out of the car and pulled his trunk and suitcases out of the car. He hulled his luggage to the bus stop sign, before his mother even got out of the car.
Draco knew his mother was going to put on an emotional good-bye. She could probably sense that he was a little bit mad at her.
"Have a wonderful time Draco honey!" Narcissa said as she pulled Draco into a tight embrace. Draco awkwardly patted her back as the bus pulled up.
"Bye mother." Draco said as the driver came out and loaded other passenger's bags.
Draco gave the driver his ticket and found a seat near the back. He settled in a seat near the window and began listening to the Weird Sisters on his CD Player. At least muggles were good for something.
When all the passengers were seated, the bus driver took off about ten minutes after ten o'clock. It was late, but that would soon help out a certain Hermione Granger.
The Granger House
Hermione was lying down on her bed reading a magazine, and absentmindedly stroking her orange cat Crookshanks. Hermione glanced at the digital clock on her bedside table. Hermione did a double take.
"It can't possibly be 11:50 already!" Hermione thought, alarmed. But, alas, the clock was not wrong.
Hermione hurriedly put some tennis shoes on and rushed downstairs. Her mother was sitting in the living room, knitting again.
"Wait Hermione!" her mother shouted once Hermione was already halfway out the door.
Annoyed Hermione ran back into the living room. "What mother?"
Mrs. Granger looked at Hermione, deeply offended by her daughter's haughty tone. "Is that what you are wearing?"
Hermione looked down at her sweat pants, tennis shoes, and t-shirt. "Yes."
"Well you can't wear that. It looks like you just woke up." Mrs. Granger said, then added, "Go upstairs and change."
Hermione knew that there was no point in arguing with her mother. So she ran back upstairs to her room and threw open her closet. She quickly grabbed a khaki skirt, a black tank top, and some matching flip flops.
Hermione hurried back downstairs, her sandals clacking noisily against the wooden steps. When she reentered the living room, she didn't even look at her mother. She was already going to be late.
Hermione rushed out the front door and slammed it behind her. It was only a half-mile to the bus stop, so she hoped she made it in time.
Hermione ran most of the way, not even caring if her skirt flew up. She wanted to make a good impression on whoever it was.
When Hermione reached finally reached the bus stop, there was no one else there. She looked at her watch. It was a little past ten. Hermione was actually thankful that the bus was late.
Hermione sat on the bench and waited. She didn't sit there long, because a few minutes later the bus pulled up towards the bus stop, and the driver flung open the door.
Draco stood up from his seat and looked at the window and saw a pretty girl with brown hair sitting on the bench. She was the only one there, so Draco assumed that she was waiting there for him. Maybe this wouldn't be a bad summer at all.
Slightly smirking Draco headed off of the bus. The smirk was wiped off of his face when he recognized who it was at the station.
"Malfoy!" Hermione said, alarmed at who had just gotten off of the bus.
Draco stopped dead in his tracks. He just stared at the witch standing in front of him.
"This isn't happening." Draco and Hermione thought at the same time. "This just isn't happening."
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