Christi groaned and lay back on her bed, counting the days up in her mind. She added up to four weeks. It had been four bloody weeks without Draco, and she was going crazy. She had tried to go to Malfoy Manor the last three weeks but Molly refused to let anyone go anywhere until Grimmauld Place was cleaned. She was also going insane since she couldn't use magic outside of school—and Caprice had pointed out that Christi got like this every summer.
She gets up and goes downstairs and goes over to Molly. "Mrs. Weasley?"
"What do you need, darling?"
"Would it be possible for me to go and see Draco today? We're nearly done and it's been a while since we saw each other. Please?" Christi asks.
Molly sighs and says, "I don't see why not."
Christi squeals and hugs Molly, "Thank you so much!"
After she goes over with Molly how long she'll be gone, she runs over to the fireplace. She grabs some Floo Powder and calling out her destination for the Malfoy Manor, throws the powder down. She was so excited.
Getting there, she smiles and looks at Narcissa, who was in the living room. Narcissa smiled at her and said, "Hello, Christi, dear. Draco's upstairs in his room."
"Thank you!" she calls and runs up there. She creaks the door open and sees him sound asleep on his king size bed. She smiles and walks over, then gently crawls into the bed next to him. She carefully snogs him to wake him up. Suddenly, she feels his arm encircle her waist and pull her close to him. She smiles and curls into his bare chest as she snogs him again softly waking him up.
"Morning," he mutters.
"Good morning Draco."
"How'd you get away?"
"I asked and told her we were nearly done with what she's having us do."
He smirks and shakes his head holding her close as Narcissa walks past. "If there is any shagging then you two better be using contraception spells!" she laughs, embarrassing the two teens.
Both of them go bright red. "Nothing is going on Mother!" Draco calls.
"We should get up and go out," Christi suggests.
"Too comfy," he shrugs, "And you know how lazy I can be."
"I know, but still. We can always go into London spend a few hours there."
He nods and quickly gets up and heads into his en-suite to get showered and changed.
After he finishes up they head into Muggle London, at Christi's request. She was somewhat acquainted with Muggle things, and intended to customize Draco to them as well, no matter how much his father disagreed. She knew where to go, so Draco let her lead them.
She took them to a quaint café and ate lunch there, then she took them to a movie theater. Draco pretended to dislike it, but Christi knew that he really enjoyed the movie that played, even if he didn't understand most of the Muggle things in there. She also knew that he liked the park they went to and had fun pushing her on the swings. He was having fun just because she was having fun.
They head back to the Manor, laughing and smiling. "Merlin, I've missed you these last three weeks," he says.
"I know, I have too," Christi grins. They hang out for one more hour or so before Christi sees the time. "I gotta go. Molly wants me back before six and it's a quarter till."
Draco sighs and nods holding her close for a moment long. "I'll owl you tomorrow."
She smiles and gives him a quick kiss before she heads over to their fireplace and Floos back the house. However as soon as she stepped out of the fireplace, Ron grabs her and drags her up the stairs. He takes her into his room, where Hermione, Ginny, Fred, George and Caprice are, simply hanging out.
"Ouch! Ron, what the hell did you do that for?" Christi growls, rubbing her arms where he grabbed her.
"We need to get Harry here and soon!" Ron exclaims, "Something weird is going on and none of us like it."
Christi nods, "Yeah, I agree. We need to figure out what's going on. Last thing I was able to get out of my dad was that something is going on with Harry. He wouldn't divulge what though. He might have told Caprice something," she glares at her older sister.
Caprice just shrugged, "When summer started, he took me into the backyard and interrogated me for a long time about what happened at the Third Task. I didn't tell him much because I honestly don't know what happened to Harry. All he's been saying to me is how Fudge is being a total prat and he doesn't know what he's doing."
"What else?" Fred asked.
"That something needs to be done, and something needs to be done now!" she mimicked their father's rough voice, "But he was saying he couldn't do anything useful and he wouldn't tell me what Fudge was—or wasn't—doing."
Christi sighed, "I don't know what's going on, but I have a really bad feeling that something is going to happen, something big."
"Like what?" ponders Hermione.
"I don't know, something big," Christi repeated.
After dinner, all of them head to bed as they all had a long day. Waking up after a good night's, sleep Christi wakes up and heads downstairs and finds Molly cooking breakfast.
"Good morning Mrs. Weasley, can I help you with anything?"
"Not at all, just go take a seat at the table." Molly said. Christi nods and pours herself a glass of orange juice and gulps it down quickly. "You sleep well last night, dear?"
"I slept fine. Are you sure that there isn't anything I can do?" Christi asked, feeling sort of useless doing nothing.
"Try and break your sister and Fred apart long enough to help out, if it's possible."
"No problem." Christi says with a grin. Molly sighs and shakes her head, smiling.
A while later, everyone else is just getting up and they all look and see Christi sitting at the table working on a summer Potions essay.
"Blimey Christi, you're just as bad as Hermione!" exclaims Ron, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"I was up early and needed something to do. I'm nearly done with all my summer homework. Oh, Caprice?" Christi looked to her sister.
"Hmm?" Caprice asked as she stretched, then took a muffin that Fred had just buttered up for himself. He looked at her in a sort of offended way, but she ignored him.
"You and I are going to work together today on the last of the cleaning since we have yet to work together."
"I'm working with Fred," Caprice deadpans, her eyes lacking emotion.
"Well now you're working with me!" she grins and gets up, grabs Caprice's wrist and drags her into one of the back rooms to get cleaning on it.
"Why am I being forced to do this? Chris, I'm still eating!" Caprice whined, resisting her pull, "Christi, if you don't let go of me right now, I swear on my life I will beat you up!"
Christi released her wrist and answered, "Because you're up Fred's arse all the time and we need to get some actual work done."
Caprice protested, "I am not... He's always bothering me while we're working. I do a good job!"
"Yeah, sure you do." Christi mutters, rolling her eyes.
They work in silence the whole time but quickly get their work done so that they could finally finish all the cleaning. They were getting sick and tired of cleaning every day. That day should have been the last and they were all excited and working fast.
They all work nearly to lunch before Molly hollers for them all to come to the kitchen. The twins Apparate down, scaring the life out of Molly, making her chastise them.
"Just think you might marry him!" Christi quietly teases her older sister.
"That..." Caprice took in a breath, "is too far into the future, my dear sister. I don't want to think of it right now."
Christi doesn't respond. All she could think about what the future with Draco. She wanted to grow up quick, and Caprice wanted to stay in the present. As if they weren't different enough already, without this.
"Oh, I found more cleaning for you lot to do! The drawing room is still awfully disgusting, and we haven't seemed to clean out a lot of things!" Molly calls from the kitchen, making all of them groan. "Quiet your moaning and groaning and grow up! The cleaning must be done, unless you all want to live in filth!" she chastises them all from the kitchen.
"Personally, I would be entirely fine with that," George commented, sitting on Caprice's left side while Fred was on her right.
"Everyone, take your lunch up to your rooms. We have some business to do here," Arthur tells them as he walks in, along with Bill Weasley, Mundungus Fletcher, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks behind him.
The kids grumble briefly before taking all their lunches up into Fred and George's room. "Oh, c'mon, why do you all come in here?" Caprice wonders at the younger teens, "We have shit to do!"
They ignore her, much to her own further annoyance, and quickly strike up conversations among themselves. It's not until Ron asks, "So who do you think is going to be our new Defense professor?" do they all start to talk together as one.
"Dad says someone from the Ministry is gonna take over the position," Caprice pointed out, "I don't like that idea, I think it could be the worst one that Fudge has had yet. I'm never voting for him again." Everybody looks at her with blank expressions, and she sighs, "It was a joke, people. It's not like we actually have a democracy here."
"Knowing with what happened last year, Fudge was probably right in making a Ministry Official take over. I have a mild list in my head, actually," explains Christi.
"Rubbish," Fred said, "Ministry Officials are never the way to go."
"Ever," George agrees.
"They cause too much trouble," Fred said.
George continued, "Ruin the fun you like to have."
Christi gazed at Caprice, "They always do this, huh?"
Caprice blinked, "Do what?"
"Who do you lot think was the best professor we've had?"George asks.
"Lupin!" all occupants of the room immediately said.
Caprice started excitedly, but wasn't done chewing her food so she banged on the wall for a moment to keep the attention, then exclaimed, "I bet he knows!"
"Who knows?" Fred asked.
"Knows what?" George said unanimously.
"I bet that he does, Caprice," Hermione agreed.
"Who knows?" Fred repeated.
"Knows what?" George repeated as well, also at the same time.
"Knows about the Defense professor!" Hermione explained, "I bet her can tell us who it's gonna be. I also bet that he knows the situation with Harry."
"It wouldn't surprise me," Christi said, "He's all involved."
"We should ask him," Hermione said, "When we go back down, we should—"
"Kids, you can come down now!" Molly hollered just at the right time.
They talked about it as they walked with their empty plates downstairs. Hermione was the one talking though, "I mean, they keep having meetings, Lupin, Tonks, Sirius, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Bill, along with Moody and Kingsley and all the others that have come and gone. They must know something, especially Lupin."
"Did I hear my name?" Remus asks as they walk into the kitchen. Only a few people were still sitting around the kitchen table, talking in hushed tones. Their whispers stopped as soon as the children entered the room.
"Lupin!" they all exclaim. Some of them like Christi and Hermione run over to hug him. He laughs and hugs all of them happy to see all of his past students so excited to see him.
"How's Harry doing?" Christi asks.
"As far as I know he's alright," Lupin says, "But honestly, I can't get much information on him."
"When are we going to be able to go and get Harry from the Dursley's house?"questions Hermione.
"As soon as Dumbledore tells us we can. Until then, we need to sit back and wait," he explains to the group of kids.
All of them sigh and nod. They were all worried about Harry ever since the end of the Tournament. They had all seen the dead look in his eyes. They knew what was in his head and dream was probably torturing him. They were all just hoping that he was somewhat okay. They hoped that he wasn't doing too bad, and that his family was treating him somewhat decently. They especially hoped they could get him back to where his real home was as soon as possible.