Ch. 3

"Ron wake up! Wake up Ron! I'm not waiting forever! Fine if that's what you want." With that Ron was pushed from his bed and landed on the floor with a thud.

"Ow! What was that for!" Ron raised himself up and rubbed his head.

"Oh good, your up, time to get ready, we leave in an hour." Hermione said leaving the room to eat breakfast. Ron looked around his room, none of his trunks were packed, quills and books previously bought a week about at Diagon ally lay strewn across the room, Pigwidegon was still on his perch, and he was still in his pajama's. Ron stood up and started packing. God how he wanted to just wave his wand and get this all over with, but no magic outside of school had gotten him in enough trouble over the years.

Forty-five minutes later Ron came rushing down the stairs to meet the others and eat breakfast. Eggs, toast, bacon, sliced ham, banana's, waffles, pancakes, syrup, honey, milk, and OJ. Ron put together a combination of what was nearest him and made a sandwich, the top half pancake, the bottom waffle. Harry and Ginny were already done eating and where putting their trunks into the magically expanded trunk.

Ron reached for his Ipod, a muggle gadget that Hermione and Harry seemed to love and bought for him, seeing as they grew up muggle, and turned it to Goodies by Ciara. "I bet you want my goodies!" Ron started singing falsetto. "Bet you thought about it! Got you all hot and bothered, just cuz I talk about it!" Ginny and Fred were laughing at him behind the scenes. Ron had learned not to get so uptight about their hystericals. George came up behind him "I bet you want his goodies!" pointing to the chudley cannons on his t-shirt. Ron rolled his eyes and turned up the Ipod, returning to his odd breakfast sandwich.

"Hurry up Ron! We're gonna be late!" Ginny started yelling as she herself rushed to the car. Already piled in where Harry, Hermione, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and now Ginny. Ron shoved down the rest of his odd ball sandwich and threw himself into the car and shut the door. Mr. Weasley started the car and they were off to platform 9 ¾ .

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Draco woke leisurely from his sleep, a hangover thudding lightly on his temples. He rubbed his temples and squinted his eyes against the rush of sun climbing into his room from the large window. Looking at the large clock on the wall Draco had at least two hours to get up at his leisure. The Malfoy House elves had obviously pre-packed his things, like a Malfoy would ever do anything for himself.

Slowly Draco lifted himself from his bed and shifted the covered off his legs to stretch them. He raised his arms and grunted with the satisfying feeling of a good stretch. Draco grabbed a large blue towel and made his way into his personal bathroom. The water was already drawn, obviously, and the water steaming. He stripped from his boxers and lifted himself into the bath tub.

Draco reached for the lavender bath salts and aloe bath beads. Keeping a light scent and a healthy glow where two of the most important things in Draco's appearance. He washed his body and shampooed and conditioned his hair with the most expensive shampoos in all of France, because nothing is good unless it is from France, and started to relax in his tub. To keep his eyes looking well rested and unwrinkled, cucumbers were applied with a honey, oatmeal, and facial cream elixir spread around them. He then applied two fine strips of wax with a special spell in them to help make his lips seem full and lightly pink and unchapped, because if there was one thing Draco was, it was vain and every thing had to be taken care of properly.

When he finished his bath he spread powder and salt on his body to absorb the water, making his skin soft in the process; finishing off with a lotion that took off all of his dead skin cells. He wrapped the blue towel around his waist and walked into his closet. What to wear, what to wear. Draco chose a black pant and a green sweater vest with a white button down shirt underneath with the collar sticking out of the top, giving it a prep look that he absolutely adored.

There was a bang on the door. Draco walked smoothly to see who it was, knowing it was his father on the other end. Opening the door slowely he came face to face with the scowl of death, as he saw it.

"Come, it's time to go." Lucious snapped his fingers and he and Draco and their luggage aparated to Platform 9 ¾.