Chapter two

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The pulling around Draco's navel stopped just as quickly as it had started. But in stead of landing gracefully on his feet as he normally would have, he was thrown into a wall of shelves rather hard.

The shelves cracked under the pressure of his body, dumping the alcohol bottles all over him like some kind of sick shower. Then, as if that wasn't enough embarrassment, he landed on the ground with a dull thud.

His trunk on the other hand had landed only half way onto a bar table, teetering between safety and disaster. And due to the fates despising Draco with the fiery passion of the sun, his rather heavy trunk tilted a little too far over the edge and landed on top of him in a vertical way, arching his spine in a way that it wasn't supposed to.

With a growl Draco glared at the pork key in his hand, the damn thing was still shaking and sparking. Of course, it WOULD be his luck that he got a damaged pork key.

And just before he thought that things couldn't possibly get any worst, he heard the lock of his trunk break from the strain before spilling all his possessions all over him and the ground.

He stared at his clothes as they soaked up a mix of pungent liquids, not realizing that the thudding he was hearing wasn't, in fact, a newly arrived headache, it was the sound of heavy boots stomping towards him. 'Make that stomping troll boots.' He thought as the boots came into sight seconds before the empty trunk was yanked off his back. He looked up to see a very, VERY angry lady glaring down at him. The fact that her right eye twitched every time he blinked couldn't be a good sign.

He leapt to his feet, brushing the front of his robes off before extending a hand to her. "How do you do?" he asked.

If possible, the twitching increased, "How do I do?" she asked, voice unsteady. "HOW DO I DO?!?!?! I'LL TELL YOU HOW THE FUCK I DO, YOU JUST SMASHED UP MY BAR AND-"

The door behind her swung open and Draco refrained from sighing in relief when two figures emerged.

"Nickey! How are you do…ing?" The first figure, which turned out to be a rather tall girl, said as she took in the sight in front of her.

The second figure, -who also was female but was shorter and had bright purple hair- burst into laughter at the sight. "So this little spaz is your new friend eh Alex?"

Signing, Alex, the girl with green hair sighed and muttered "Shut up Sam."

Sam on the other hand only laughed louder. "What? I can't help the fact that you're stuck with him for the next few months."

"Dude, that means you are too." Alex muttered.

Sam stopped laughing long enough to say "True but at least I don't have to live with him." She smirked, sizing Draco up, "He'll be great fun at parties."

Alex rolled her eyes and walked over to Draco, extending her hand. "I'm guessing your Draco. Well I'm Alex, your exchange partner."

Draco looked at the teen girl, unimpressed; her black and green hair was pulled back into a pony tail that hung down her back. She wore a tight black top and baggy black pants that bunched up around her feet. In his opinion, the girl was a walking fashion mistake. Summoning the grace only a Malfoy possessed, Draco held out his hand saying "I am indeed Draco Malfoy, your exchange partner."

"Oh well that's all great and just fucking dandy Alex! BUT WHO'S GOING TO CLEAN UP THIS MESS? IT SURE AS HELL ISN'T GOING TO BE ME!" Nickey glared at Draco.

Both Draco and Alex stared at the red faced bar tender, trying to think of what to say. Eventually it was Sam who slid in between Nickey and the other two, effectively blocking Nickey's view.

"Nickey! So tell me when are you getting those new blinds in? 'Cause I gotta say, those old retro one suck ass." Sam said in a sickly sweet voice, smiling as she tried to force down the bar tenders blood pressure by sheer force of will.

Nickey looked at Sam with suspicion. "Thursday." She muttered.

"Oh excellent. Because no one, and I mean NO ONE will come to this club if you keep those blinds." Sam said as Alex quickly stuffed Draco's belonging back into his trunk.

"Well no ones going to come since all my booze are now COVERING THAT BLONDE BRAT!" Nickey snapped and Draco took a step back.

Without missing a beat, Sam said with a large grin "Yeah well, when's the new batch of Fire Rum coming in? Better yet, when's the new Water Rum coming in? I've heard that it's twice as hot as fire…kinda funny actually."

Nickey kept glaring at Draco, but shrugged, "End of the week. Maybe."

"Nice." Alex said, stuffing the last of Dracos sticky clothes into the trunk before closing and locking it. Draco noticed that the floor wasn't wet anymore either. She had either mopped the floor with his designer clothes, or she'd done some wandless magic since Draco hadn't seen a wand.

"Right. Well, now that that's settled," Sam said, grabbing the handle to Dracos' trunk and heading towards the door, "we'd better be on our way."

The two girls slowly made there way to the front door with large grins on their faces while dragging Draco and his belongings with them.

Nickey, noticeing what the two girls doing, quickly sneered "Oh I don't think so girls! You may have cleaned up the booze on the floor, but what about paying me for all those wasted bottles, eh? Who's going to pay for that?"

Sam and Alex shared a nervous glance; neither girl came from money, and due to that fact, they suspected Draco had come from a middle class family too and wouldn't have the money to pay for the wasted alcohol either.

Plastering yet another grin on her face, Sam stepped forward and cheekily said "Well you know us, we'll repay you, just give us a few days."

"Yes I DO know you! That's why I'm WORRIED!" Nickey snapped.

But while Sam and Nickey argued over when payment for the alcohol would take place, Alex quickly pulled out her thin wand and whispered "Alohamora." While pointing it towards the back of the bar.

Every one went deadly quiet as a high pitched screech was heard coming from the back and a bright pink, cat sized dragon came flying out of the back and began flying circles around the bar.

Taking a deep breath Nickey darkly said "How in the hell did Fluffy get out?" Her dark green eyes followed the small dragon, and looked ready to kill the tiny creature, along with the reason for its break for freedom.

While her attention was temporarily distracted, Sam and Alex both turned tail and ran; Alex grabbing Draco around the arm, and Sam dragging the trunk behind her. The two girls darted out into the busy street, and down the first ally. The trunk was barely behind the safety of the wall when Nickey came storming out of her bar, yelling obscenities.

Alex panted, flopping down onto the top of the trunk, a grin plastered across her face. "That was close." She said.

"That was fun." Sam agreed, plopping down next to her on the trunk.

Draco cleared his throat, reminding them that he was still there. The girls ignored him as Alex peeked around the corner before darting up and grabbing the trunk again.

"Shit, she's coming this way!"

Sam grabbed the other end of the trunk and the two of them darted off further down the alley, Draco following close behind.

Rounding the back of the bar, Draco followed his trunk and its carriers as they followed the back alley across several roads until they dropped it.

"Think we've lost her yet?" Sam asked.

Alex, still panting from the effort of sprinting with a trunk, only nodded.

Sam turned towards Draco, giving him a once over before declaring, "You'll have to change."

Draco looked down at his clothes. Pants, shirt and robes were all still pressed and in pristine condition. He looked back up at her, wondering if she was blind.

"If you'll recall an incident only a few moments ago, you'll recall that I don't have anything clean to wear. Besides, what's wrong with these robes?"

Alex laughed from behind him. "The problem is that their ROBES, you'll have to change into something muggle-ish."

Draco gave her a look of disgust. "You can't be serious."

Sam rolled her eyes. "She's right, you stand out too much with those clothes on, even in THIS city you still stand out, and that's saying something." Draco raised an eyebrow in question. "We seem to collect a lot of freaks around here." She clarified.

Alex snorted. "Shouldn't complain since you're one of them."

Sam glared back, "Look who's talking." Alex shrugged and Sam turned back to Draco, "Doesn't matter, you still have to change."

"I don't HAVE any muggle clothes." He protested, appalled by the very idea of wearing such an inferior type of clothing.

"Don't worry," Alex said, smiling an evil smile as she pressed a hand on either side of his trunk, "we can fix that." Draco watched as his trunk shrank between her hands until it was small enough to fit in a pocket. She tossed it to him and he tucked it away.

Expecting a ministry owl to appear, Draco asked, "Should you be doing that?"

"What?" Alex asked, circling around behind him and tugging on the back of his long robe.

"Magic." He said.

"Why shouldn't I do magic?" she asked, managing to get the robe down to his elbows before he could protest. She gave it another yank and Draco wriggeled his arms out of the sleeves so that he could turn and glare at the girl.

"Perhaps because you aren't allowed to do magic outside of school until you are of age?" he said, making a grab for his robe as Alex tossed it to Sam, who held it up.

Alex placed a hand on either side of it and sure enough, it shrank smaller, just as his trunk had. She handed it back to him and this time it was Sam that examined him.

"Still a bit formal," she said, "but it'll have to do until we can get him something else." Alex nodded in agreement, turning to follow as her friend started walking.

"Where are we going?" Draco asked, already hurrying to catch up.

Turning to grin at him, Alex said, "To get you some real clothes."

TBC…

Pacific: Well then, I think that just about sums it up, after only two months we've finally managed to finish and post the second chapter! (Damn, we're getting slow in our own age!)

Crimson: Slowly recovering from school in our defense we just started our x-Mas break from college! COLLEGE PEOPLE!!!! Falls over into a deep sleep

Pacific: umm…don't mind her, … pulls sheet over body and walks away