And if we dream - Draco Malfoy/ OC
Chapter 4- Chaos.
Summary: Like some magnetic force, like some unbreakable bond she was drawn back to him again and again. And now, staying away was an inconceivable notion. "Always." she murmured, one hand finding his, the other tangling into his platinum hair, "Always."
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If Avery hadn't been completely sure she had specifically shouted, The Burrow as her destination then she could have sworn that she had arrived one more in Fred and Georges shop. The chaos here was exactly the same as there. Voices were screaming. Arguments could be heard from different directions, laughter too. Avery saw that she had arrive in a small kitchen, much less organised than any she had ever seen before. At her parents home the kitchen was only used by house elves who were meticulously clean and tidy less they get into trouble. Matildas kitchen was more used, because she liked to cook by hand, a muggle custom that someone as lazy as myself couldn't comprehend, but she always cleaned up after herself with the wand so it was always tidy. The Burrow was different in that sense. Pots and pans floated at their own accord, jugs poured soups and sauces into bowls and other pans. Flames erupted underneath the pots on the stove. Despite all the noise and disruption the small kitchen stood deserted, wooden chairs pushed in around the table where seats were already laid out ready for the meal. "Harry?" she called, "Ron?"
She vaguely wondered is she had come to the wrong place, this looked like the Burrow, at least what the others had described to her.
"Ronald Weasley!" A voice screeched from another room, confirming that this was in fact where she was meant to be, she had only met Mrs Weasley a few times at the station, but she had been present when Ron had received his howler in second year and he had been shouted at on the platform numerous times. No one could imitate Mrs Weasley. "You get off of Harry right now! Play fighting or not I do not want it in this house!"
The wooden door that Avery had been staring at opened revealing the red faced, plump woman, "Avery! We thought you weren't coming! Harry was all set to return and look for you, but we told him you probably just flooed to the wrong place, its been known to happen to Ron and his friends before."
Avery chuckled at Mrs Weasleys nonchalance when it came to a kid getting lost.
"Always panicking those boys. Hermione told them not to worry, she knows how you don't really like flooing. Too dusty."
At the mention of the dust Avery swiped at her own clothes, jumping slightly as a mop raced towards her and began to swish around her feet where the residual dust had landed. "Merlin Avery! You look like you fell into a bonfire!" Ron's voice interrupted before Avery could even get a hello past her lips to his mother, who had already stepped into the back garden for some reason.
"Yeah, I always look a mess after flooing somewhere." Avery grumbled, "Thanks for waiting for me."
"It's kind of hard to remember whats going on when you walk in on an argument between your mum and sister." he grumbled in reply.
"I forgive you." Avery grinned patting him on the back as he turned to lead her into the next room. "So why were you on top of Harry? That's the first thing I heard when I got through."
"I was holding him down." He replied, "He thought the Malfoys had kidnapped you or you'd lost a limb and were unable to get into the fireplace somehow. You know what Harrys like when his imagination runs wild."
"What if I had Ron?" Avery quipped as they stepped into the room where everyone else lazed, "Nice to know at least one person cared for my wellbeing!"
Harry, who sat on a small battered sofa next to Ginny shot a huge grin towards the two of them, having heard what the two of them were saying, "You made it then."
"Yeah." Avery said, rolling her eyes slightly, "I am able to floo by myself."
She let her gaze fall across the rest of the room, Mr Weasley sat in a chair, engulfed in a large book, Avery thought the title was Aeroplanes and their inner workings, a muggle book. Hermione, sat at the foot of another seat that Avery guessed Ron had just vacated was also reading intently. Avery guessed it was probably sixth year textbooks. Hermione would know them word for word before they were on the train bound for Hogwarts. Avery sometimes wished he had Hermione's brains. The girl was like a bloody sponge! Avery herself, found she had a thumping headache after reading for an hour at most, then, even if she persevered and read something over and over she would just forget it as soon as she woke the next morning. Like Harry and Ron, she had to admit that she just didn't have the ability to study. However, she got good grades and remembered things other way so her work didn't really suffer, reading just wasn't her thing. She also noted that it was not as chaotic here as she had expected after numerous warnings.
It was just two minutes after that very thought, after Avery had flopped down into Rons vacated seat, ignoring his scandalized glare, that she was proven wrong. First, Mrs Weasley trotted through the door, "Avery! Your things are up in Ginny's room, your mother had someone apparate them here, she told me to apologize that she couldn't see you herself but she will owl you when your back at school."
"Thanks Mrs Weasley, for letting me stay."
"No problem love, if Ginny brings her friends we have most of Hogwarts anyway."
"Oh." Avery grinned, "And she isn't my mother."
"I'm sorry?"
"I live with an old nanny." Avery stated, "Since fourth year, my mother is a- uh, she's a friend of the Malfoys and-"
"Mary Greenwood, Molly," Arthur Weasley interrupted.
The name coming from his mouth caused Molly's own mouth to gape open, "I see. Yes. I see. I apologize Avery." Avery ignored Ron's wince at his parents tact.
Before Avery could reply, the door burst open again, "Hello everyone!"
"Did you miss us?"
"We sold quite a bit today."
"Though some one did try and bring back nosebleed nougats!"
"The nerve!"
"So we gave 'em puking pastels and told 'em they were the antidote."
"Devoius of us aye?"
"They didn't come back again!"
"That's brilliant." Ron exclaimed once the twins had finished with their tale and Avery noticed Mollys indignant scowl towards the boys and Arthur holding back a burst of laughter.
"You really shouldn't antagonise your customers if you want repeat buyers." Hermione admonished, with her own scowl. Avery realised for the first time just how much like Mrs Weasley she really was. The twins shrugged simultaneously, then split, on heading towards Harry and Ginny and flopping onto the sofa between them, an arm around each and the other heading towards Avery, who quickly jumped from the seat before the lanky twin could sit on her lap. "Fred!" she cried, as she skirted around Hermione who had returned to her reading, trying not to trip over her.
"I'm George!" the twin smirked.
Avery rolled her eyes, then grimaced as Mrs Weasleys voice called, "Dinner!"
She was then caught in a rush of redheads as they swarmed towards the kitchen again. Once she had extracted herself from the group she waited for Hermione, who had wisely stayed where she was, "I see what you mean when you say its crazy here." Avery laughed, "I think I have a headache already."
"That bad huh?" Hermione asked.
"No Herms, It's brilliant! Its so quiet at Matildas and then it as at my mothers before that. I like the chaos." Avery explained as Hermione gently placed her book on the now empty sofa, "it's a welcome change."
"You'll get used to it eventually." Hermione laughed, "Before you know it you'll be pranking people and eating like Ron."
"I truly hope not." Avery grinned, following Hermione into the kitchen.
Dinner was a crazy affair and reminded Avery more of being in Hogwarts great hall rather than being in the Weasleys small cottage. Fred and George provided most of the entertainment, telling stories of their shop and hinting at new inventions and Molly scolded them accordingly. Arthur sat quietly at the head of the table, surveying his family lovingly and Ron and Hermione had started and finished numerous arguments before they had even gotten to dessert.
"Well. I'm done." Harry stated, "That was great as always Mrs Weasley."
Ron nodded in agreement as he continued to wolf down what Avery thought had to be his third portion by now. "Oh yes. I'm finished too." Hermione said quickly eyes on Harry who was currently looking towards Avery expectantly.
Avery frowned as she chewed her last mouthful, realisation dawning as Harry jerked his head towards the door.
"Yeah. I'm done! This really was great Ms Weasley!" Avery said, standing and moving to take her plate to the sink, though before she could it floated itself into the air and landed with a gentle plink in the sink.
"Ronald." Hermione smiled falsely, "Aren't you done too?"
"Not rea- Oh. Yeah. Yeah Thanks mum." he amended hastily, catching his friends eye, "Come on Avery, we'll show you where you'll be sleeping."
Avery could have sworn, as she was the last to leave the kitchen that she had heard Molly mumble something about them being very obvious, Avery smirked, they hadn't exactly been brilliantly deceptive had they?
"Come on Ave." Ron called from where he was already stood on the bottom of the staircase, "I'm missing more food for this bloody talk I guess we're going to be having."
Avery chuckled as she made her way towards them, "Oh." Ron said, "Look out for any disembodied ears, y'know what Fred and George are like!"
"Yeah." Avery mumbled, "Bloody nosey."
Harry led the way towards a small, haphazard room, messy. "Wow Ronald, do you ever clean in here?" Hermione asked, voicing Avery's almost exact thoughts.
"Find a seat anywhere." Ron said, pointedly ignoring Hermione's previous comment and the one that immediately followed that sounded suspiciously like 'if you can'.
Avery grinned at their antics and perched herself on the edge of the bed next to Harry, who once they were all seated, not necessarily comfortably began, "I wanted to talk about today."
"We know." Hermione sighed, exasperated already.
"Has anybody got any ideas? What was Malfoy doing today?"
"Getting up close and personal with a cabinet?" Avery quipped, "I said it there and I'll say it again. Fetish."
Harry chuckled but immediately turned serious, "He had to be up to something right? They looked too suspicious for it to be a simple family outing."
"I have to agree." Hermione added a little reluctantly, "But that's not to say that anything bad is going on."
"Fenrir Greyback was with them. Whatever it is isn't going to be sunshine and rainbows is it?" Ron cheeked.
"Well of course, Greyback is a notorious criminal." Hermione added.
"And death eater." Harry murmured.
"What are you thinking Harry?" Hermione asked from her spot on the floor.
"I'm not too sure yet." he grumbled, "I'm still thinking."
"Don't hurt yourself mate!" Ron quipped, narrowly avoiding the path of a flying cushion.
Avery grinned as Hermione rolled her eyes, "Come on Ave, they might be at this a while, lets go sort your stuff."
"Yeah." Avery replied, standing to follow, "I feel far too mature to stay in here."
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