Here's the next chap. Sorry if it has been a while. What,two weeks?
I do hope you'll like this chapter. And the part about Draco saving Harry from Quidditch won't be here. But I'll add it soon. You'll see. This chap is mainly about Draco's struggle and disgust about the Burrow. And some flashbacks about How Ginny and Blaise's date turned out. xD
please R&R.
Disclaimer: I know you guys know it by heart.
Chickens
Hermione Granger,in Draco Malfoy's body, was sitting peacefully beside Blaise Zabini on a compartment in the Hogwarts Express.
The usually lofty Gryffindor was staring unblinkingly on the wooden wall across her. Then she was reminded about where she was going.
Her stomach quivered bitterly.
flashback
"Why do I have to spend Christmas with your stupid Parents!?" Hermione yelled at Draco.
Malfoy rolled his eyes. "That's what I normally do. And don't call my parents stupid. cause they're not"
Her face was outraged. "B-but..But.."
Revenge are us.
Then she grinned. "Okay. I guess you could go to Ron's house this Christmas too."
"BLOODY HEL WHAT?!" He yelled.
"Are you deaf?" She increased her voice's volume. "I said you have to spend Christmas with them. to the Burrow"
"me?" He pointed a finger on his chest. "spend christmas on that.." He paused.
"Don't worry..Ginny's there. what's the matter?scared of Potter and Weasley?" She teased.
He huffed. "Hmp. I'll bet you can't last a minute inside my house Granger."
"And I'm betting you can't spend a second on Ron's. It's a bet."
"deal. If I win,give me five galleons." She poked a hand.
He shook it angrily and snarled. "damn."
end
That was right.
Revenge are us. He'll just wait and see who'll be going back to Hogwarts with a sorry kicked-up ass. Hermione thought.
She smiled without humor as she glanced up the snowy mountains of England.
"Granger. You sure you got everything packed? Apart from those knickers,oops, I mean, boxers." Blaise mocked.
She gave him a glare and sighed.
"Shut up Blaise."
Malfoy was such a stupid arrogant idiot that he convinced his pal Blaise to watch her during Christmas to make sure she didn't 'slip-up'.
Even if Malfoy argued many times about it being fair cause Ginny was also watching his every move in the Weasleys', she still think it was rather unnecessary and disturbing.
She huffed and folded her fingers inside her sweater pocket.
*
Blaise Zabini couldn't stop thinking about Ginny Weasley.
That date from Hogsmeade made him greedy for more.
He of course always liked that red-head since he saw her in the Yule Ball with Neville Longbottom during his 4th year.
But he was constantly reminded about how big a blood-traitor she was.
He really couldn't care less about that part. Who cares if she was a traitor if she was totally hot and sexy?
He smirked. Ginny Weasley's eyes were enough to make him breathless. He closed his own eyes and relieved the moment.
"Two butter beer please." Ginny explained to the barman while winking.
He winked back and raised his wand.
They found a table for two in the most secluded area of the pub.
"You know why your so different?" Blaise took a seat from across her.
She raised an eyebrow. "No. why?"
He poked her nose and leaned in. "Mostly..when I go out with girls.. They prefer going to fancy restaurants than this." He raised a hand to indicate the pub.
She drank the butterbeer quickly then slammed the bottle on the table. "I don't have much patience with etiquette."
He chuckled. "etiquette? So you mean your a--"
"rebel" She finished with a knowing smile. His heart started to flutter inside his rib cage.
"Zabini!" Granger swatted his head.
"Ow! What?!"
"The trolley woman's here. She asked me if you wanted anything but you were grinning while your eyes were closed. We both thought your off your racker." She bit a lip to refrain laughter.
He shrugged and ignored her.
"What's the thing that attracts you to boys?" He asked.
She stared at her hands before answering, "Their eyes. But I think those boys who rolled their robe sleeves up are pretty cool."
He eyed the sleeves of his own sweater and grinned when he remembered to roll it up to his elbow this morning before saying goodbye to her.
He nodded seriously. "color?"
"guess." She gave him another knowing smile.
He pursed his lips in concentration. The he picked the color most girls' liked.
"pink." He declared cockily.
"wrong."
"what?no,seriously?... You don't like it? Most girls do." He argued.
"Pink's horrible,for me." She shrugged nonchalantly.
Her eyes slowly darted to his brown eyes before she blurted "brown"
He gave a whistle.
"My turn. How many girls have you dated?" She asked.
"five this year,last year I had nine and the year before that,I had twel-"
"okay! I really don't need to hear that!" She snapped and shook her head angrily.
He stared at her in amusement. He just smelled jealousy in the air.
"You were jealous."
"No I'm not. "She scowled and looked down.
He grinned. "sure." but his tone was unconvincing.
Blaise chuckled at the memory of Ginny's burning face.
He stared at Granger. Draco really didn't want his body being humiliated in front of his family. So He hired him to guard her. With pay,of course.
"Cauldron Cakes?" She offered with a small smile.
Blaise raised an eyebrow. "Yeah..er, thanks."
Both ate in silence.
*
"Will you stop scratching?!" Ginny Weasley snapped at Draco Malfoy.
He had been scratching his back because the coat he was wearing was itchy. He scowled. "I hate sitters." mumbling.
"I heard that. You better behave your face or I'm going to kick your sorry ass back to Slytherin." She raised a fist.
"Like you would dare." He mumbled quietly this time.
"What?"
"nothing."
Both continued to walk to Diagon Alley for Christmas shopping. Ginny decided to tell her family that she and 'Hermione' was going to shop for gifts and would arrive late in the afternoon at the Burrow.
Ginny promised Hermione that she would watch his every move in the burrow so that he wouldn't reveal his true identity. On the bright side, Blaise Zabini was also with Granger. They were even. and that cheered him up immensely.
Draco sighed and followed the red-head inside a store that was filled with colorful posters.
*
"Come on!"
"Ow. don't grab my arm you prune!"
"Just making sure you wouldn't be able to escape."
"I won't. Now let go or I'm going to punch your gut. Spare me or I will." Hermione threatened.
"Your not in the position to make threats, Granger. One mistake,when you blow your cover,and it's history for you." He snarled.
She rolled her eyes and finally,tugged her arm away successfully.
"There's Mr. And Mrs. Malfoy." He pointed a finger behind her.
She gulped and panicked. "Help me!" She hissed.
He smirked. "Act natural."
Being a Gryffindor has it's advantages. She swallowed her pitiful pride, and straightened her neck collar.
"right. Let's go."
Blaise and Hermione made way to the remarkable white-blond haired pair in the station.
She exhaled her last nervous breath and inhaled an invigorating one.
"Mom!" She strode off quickly and hugged Narcissa Malfoy's waist.
The woman froze in shock after a few seconds,then she wrapped her hands around him too. "Oh,Draco."
Hermione let go,allowed a small grin for her 'mother' then he turned to look at the frightening Lucious Malfoy who she had encountered for the past years.
Why did she have a feeling Lucious knows who she really is?
She gulped quickly then smiled at him. "Dad."
Her suspicions were wrong,her 'father's' face split into a warm smile that,for the first time Hermione had seen,touched his grey eyes.
"Draco." He patted one of her shoulder.
Hermione's legs wobbled from the strong grip.
Blaise was silently laughing in the background. Hermione gave herself a mental note to punch his mouth later.
Finally the attention was diverted and both Malfoys turned to Blaise Zabini.
"It would be a nice experience to have you in our manor for Christmas Blaise,please do tell your mother my greetings." Narcissa smiled at him.
"Of course." Blaise nodded seriously.
The four of them walked inside a glass door. Hermione tried to keep the confusion inside. Usually when it was her REAL parents they would take a cab or ride on their own car. But then again,she was muggle-born. It felt weird and nice to be inside a pure-blood's body.
There was an emerald fireplace at the end of the room.
"Maloy Manor" Lucious sprayed the powder and he was gone.
*
"Well here we are." Ginny exclaimed happily. It was obvious in her face that she couldn't wait to get in,head-first.
Draco eyed the Burrow with the greatest disgust.
"I AM NOT stepping inside that..that filthy place!" He yelled stubbornly.
Ginny glared at him. "Firstly, I do not want to see that complete inhumane expression on Hermione's face. And Secondly, you have to get inside whether you like it or not!"
Draco scowled. "I will not!"
"You have to!"
"No I really don't!"
"You must..your in Hermione's body!"
"I don't need to be reminded about that thank you very much!"
"Then stop acting like a total sod and come with me!"
"this place is filthy!"
"Ask me if I care about what you can say about my house!"
"I don't care that you don't care!"
"Fucking idiot! Go to Hell!"
"I surely will especially when your always here acting like the haughty guard dog!"
"DOG am I? Shut your trap you stupid ferret!"
"I am not going in. YOU CAN DO NOTHING ABOUT IT. read my lips Weasley, ."
Ginny's face had red angry blotches. Then finally-
"Fine. Sleep under a lamppost will you?" She marched on her heels and walked determinedly inside the Burrow door.
Draco first became taken-aback. But because of his pride, and reputation, he stood there for God knows how long.
After a while, he seem to notice that the sky was turning grey.
Shit. It was going to rain. He searched his robes pocket for his wand.
Empty.
Damn! That Ginny Weasley stole it! "WEASLEY! COME BACK HERE YOU STUPID WHORE!" He roared angrily.
Silence.
Tiny Droplets of rain started to fall freely on his cheeks.
Panicky,he searched a shelter. Everything was road. Deserted roads. And lastly,roads.
He groaned. It wasn't like he had anymore choice did he? He stormed in the front lawn of the Burrow, running furiously.
The rain was pouring harder now. He knocked into what he presumed as their door. "Let me in Weasley!"
"WEASLEY YOU GREAT SLUT!!"
The door finally opened and a plump woman faced him with a half-surprised half-angry look.
She was wearing an apron and behind it was a floral shirt and a brown skirt that reached her ankles.
He cleared his throat. "Mrs. W-Weasley.."
"Hermione,dear. Where did you learn such language? Do Come in. your soaking wet." Her tone was reproving but the woman opened the small door wider to let her in.
He went in,somehow angry and drained. He gave a mental note to himself that he wasn't going to touch anything here. Not even a chair.
His jaw dropped. They have got to be kidding.. This wasn't a house at all. Everything was so messy and tiny.
"Well,take a seat dear and I'll make you some Onion soup."
HE, THE MOST HANDSOME SLYTHERIN THAT EVER LIVED, GOING TO SIT IN A WOODEN BENCH THAT LOOKED LIKE MIGHT CRACK?!
The fat woman can't be serious.
"Uh. No Thank you. I'm not famished at all." He gave the most kind reply he could muster but it still sounded like an insult. He remained rooted to the ground.
Thunder growled.
Wait,What the hell,thunder don't growl.
He understood where the noise came from when Molly Weasley chuckled. "Not famished huh? Well,your stomach tells me otherwise."
He huffed and took a seat at the far end of the bench,his arse barely touching the surface.
His legs started to ache.
The woman's keen eyes didn't miss it. "Don't be silly dear, sit properly. Harry and Ron will be here any minute now. Maybe I let them out too late.." She murmured and craned her neck into the most unusual clock Draco Malfoy had ever seen.
"What is that thing?" He asked her.
The woman's eyes widened. "Surely you know about this dear.. I told you about it years ago didn't I?"
She laid the white bowl in front of him.
Darn, he forgot he was stuck in Granger's body. As if He needed reminding..
"Well.." He clicked his tongue. "I want to hear it again!"
He gave an involuntary shiver.
The woman tutted and raised her wand to give him the quick-dry spell. She also summoned a blanket to wrap itself around him.
He winced as the smell reached him. It smelled like sawdust and the color was..bloody,red.
"Take some soup dear. It warms you up inside."
He obeyed. Scooping a small amount, he lifted the spoon to his lips and cautiously ate it.
Swallow.
Hmm.. Not bad.
Not Good.
It was Excellent!
He could feel his traitor stomach go warm. He scooped another one to his mouth. "Please do tell."
The woman sat across him and smiled. "That clock had some sentimental value in it.."
"It was passed on from generation to generation of pure-bloods."
He arched an eyebrow. "Did the Malfoys own this too?" He knew it was a stupid question but he WAS a pure-blood and pure-bloods are related to each other.
Her face became thoughtful. "I think so. Arthur told me that Godric Gryffindor made It himself when the four Hogwarts owners were there. He was really intelligent. A brilliant idea." She complimented.
He snorted angrily in his soup bowl but said nothing.
A creaky noise ensued. Then Ginny Weasley came down with a haughty expression on her face.
"I thought you were sleeping under a lamppost?" She asked frigidly.
"Surprise. surprise." He rolled his eyes and ignored her.
Mrs. Weasley was looking at both of the 'GIRLS' in disbelief.
"Is something the matter here? What happened? Ginny, I thought you were with Hermione. Instead,you entered here without her presence and stormed off upstairs without even greeting your own mother."
Ginny tossed her auburn hair. "Sorry Mom. If only DEAR Hermione here hadn't been such an idiot. You wouldn't be asking why I left HER."
He didn't miss that he emphasized the word HER.
"Ginny that's enough! I don't want to hear vulgar words out of your mouth young lady.
go to your room!" Mrs. Weasley hollered.
"She have my wand." Draco said in a sugary voice he was sure they never heard Hermione use.
"Ginny,give it back. NOW! And no more arguments!Christmas is two days away, Jesus!" The fat woman's face turned purple.
And for the first time in history, he felt really lucky that his mother was Narcissa Malfoy.
Ginny gave back his wand,rather,slammed it,as hard as she could unto the table it nearly split into two.
She stormed off upstairs into her room with over exaggerated slamming of feet in the stairs. Dust fell from above.
Molly sighed. "If only Arthur was here.. He's been very busy in the Ministry these days.. And they locked up someone who did an unforgivable curse in Azkaban. Imperiused a neighbor.. poor thing."
Draco could feel a sweat glide down his temple. AZKABAN.
He suddenly jumped up. "I'm full. Thanks!"
The woman's brows furrowed in concern. "Alright.. you can change. go up dear I hope you and Ginny won't have another row."
He nodded once and clambered the stairs. Where was his room?
He saw Ginny Weasley wait at the end of the staircase.
He smirked at her but she was swatting his arm
"OW! BLOODY HELL!" He stepped back immediately.
"THAT! Was for being a total dander-head!" She screeched.
"Look. I just did what I would normally do! What would you think I'd do if you left me outside and it's raining?!"
"I take it that you know how to apparate?" She said sarcastically.
"Oh..yeah.. I totally forgot about that. Thanks for reminding me. Next time you leave me alone, I'm going to apparate away from red-head and red-faced people."
"Har har. You idiot, Hermione casted an anti-apparating jinx on you."
"Damn it! When?"
"When you were asleep of course!now shut it. follow me."
He grumbled angrily but followed her to another set of staircase.
"My twin brothers would be here too. And so will Bill and Charlie. Percy is currently in America.. The Minister sent him there. He won't be back 'til next month. But I still expect this house would be damn crammed."
"If you could call this messy hut a house.." He mumbled.
Ginny ignored him. "We would be back to Hogwarts this Sunday. Oh, Quidditch is approaching!" She nodded to a small door. "This one is Ron and Harry's room by the way."
He wrinkled his nose. "uh..right."
"And this is where we are going to sleep." Ginny pointed ahead.
His eyes widened. "You mean.. the two of us..would-would share a bed and-"
"Shut up. I know what your thinking."
"I'm a man. And men would always think that way."
"Your not a man. Your a pansy. don't be self-delusional."
"I am not! I have a you-know-what between my legs!"
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah and Percy is gay. Whatever,Malfoy."
"What?! The red wart, a gay?"
"You missed the sarcasm."
"Oh..But I still have a peni-"
"Shut up!"
He chuckled.
He was already wondering what Hermione and Blaise were up to..He had to admit, the house was not as bad as he assumed. It was..livable. And Molly Weasley can cook. His mouth suddenly felt dry. He wanted to eat more Onion soup. If only his own mother could do that,then he could live happily. His life would be complete.
"Kids, Harry and Ron is here!" Molly hollered down below.
Both jumped in surprise and Ginny ran down the stairs to meet the two.
"Come down Malfoy! The REAL Hermione would always squeal and jump every time Harry and Ron's arrived."
"So what am I going to do? Squeal like a pig and jump until my breasts would roll? Wait,this breast isn't mine. So why should I care?"
He smirked and practically jumped. He could feel IT roll.
He laughed his head off.
"Sexism! You wait until Hermione hears this! I bet you'll have black eye." She snapped and grabbed his arm.
*
"You have to act Malfoy." She hissed.
"Make me." He whispered back.
She pinched his shoulder in anger then walked towards the small kitchen.
"Ow."
"Hey there Harry, Ron."
"Ginny." Both beamed. Their faces still flustered from their walk.
"Hermione's just about coming." She added loudly. And that was his cue to enter the messy room.
He ran empathetically towards Ron Weasley and hugged him as hard as he could. "Ronnie!"
This was still revenge.
"Harry!" He also hugged him.
"Woah woah.. excited much?" Harry joked,patting his back. "Hey there Hermione."
"Yep. I could hardly wait to be with you on bed." Draco maintained a straight face though his insides were screaming for him to laugh already.
Harry's face looked surprised then revolted.
There was silence.
Ginny finally cleared her throat and pulled the ends of Draco's hair playfully,but she actually tugged his brown hair with violence.
"Hey!" He huffed.
"Sorry you two. Hermione ate something that looked like Fred and George's Humiliation candy." She turned to look at the two apologetically.
Ron was shaking his head as if to shake the memory off while Harry nodded in understanding.
"Kids, Can I ask you a favor?" Molly suddenly entered the kitchen her apron now filled with smudges. "The rain finally stopped we can do some work now."
"Sure." Everyone chanted except Draco.
"Can you feed the chickens girls? And then you boys, try to clean those overgrowing bushes in the front and back yard."
Ginny pulled Draco at the backyard that had an old wooden chicken coup.
"Yuck. What are those?" He wrinkled his nose and stepped back in contempt.
"You seriously don't know these animals?" Ginny exclaimed,bewildered.
He eyed the strange animal that had two webbed-feet. And it was..clucking.
"seriously?" Ginny laughed in amusement.
"No. I don't. dammit tell me what it is!" He clenched his fist and peered towards the large group of animals again.
"Chicken." She said.
"Hey! I am NOT chicken! I'm not afraid of anything!" He turned to her angrily.
She rolled her eyes. "That,you stupid blubbering idiot,is a chicken."
"What?!"
"So this is a chicken!" And his face lit with a childish smile. "I never saw one before. The only one's I see are those that was served on the table!" He laughed again and walked towards them cockily.
Of course,Ginny thought. It was SO MALFOY of him not to know.
"Wait! Don't open it yet!" Ginny hollered. She was five feet away from him now.
"Don't boss me around,besides, aren't we going to feed it? We have to set them loose first!" He was still marveling at the strange contour of the animals. There was something red above it's head. He couldn't wait to touch it.
"NO I WARN YOU DON'T-" Ginny yelled.
But his hand was on the handle. Before twisting it around, he faced her.
"Why? What would happen to me? It's not like they'd bite me or anything.." He glanced at the totally innocent-looking animals.
Ginny shrugged.
He turned the handle and every single chicken came out. He grabbed one and examined it.
He had no idea that the chicken was already choking from his grasp until finally-
"FUCK! OW! IT PECKED MY HAND!"
He kicked the chicken angrily.
BAD CHOICE, All the chickens have noticed that and came swarming at him. Pecking every flesh they could peck.
"SHIT! WEASLEY DO SOMETHING!"
"I told you don't open it! Besides you deserved-"
"ARE YOU GOING TO HELP ME OR NOT?!"
Pause.
"No."
"WHAT?! HELP ME!"
Draco ran all over the backyard like a total idiot. The chickens running after him.
Ginny was literally on her knees laughing.
One chicken was successful in pecking the heel of his foot.
He ran faster. Round and round.
Round and round.
"HELP!" He scurried off all around.
Then he slipped and his face hit the mud.
Oh. no.
A VERY LOUD SCREECH ENSUED IN THE BACKYARD.
What do ya think? It really was weird for Draco not to know what's a CHICKEN. But I added it up to add more comedy. LOL. Was it okay,stupid,funny?. I'm also sorry for the cursing.. I think it was um, necessary? LOL.
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Hermione's experience would be in the next chapter. She would know a long-time DRACO MALFOY secret that only him and Blaise knew. Anyone can guess. I WOULD ALSO APPRECIATE SUGGESTIONS ABOUT THIS X-MAS SPECIAL SINCE I'M SUFFERING FROM WRITER'S BLOCK. ANYTHING YOU CAN ADD? XD
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