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Title: A Muggle Game

Contributors: dm_fugitive, lucius_malfoi, _crucioqueen_

Edited by: Carla Lute

Posted: 2005-12-08 to 12

Game Date: August 16th

Disclaimer: No one at Levicorpus owns Harry Potter, the world or its characters.  We just like to play in J.K. Rowling’s world.

 

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Draco had been enjoying a fairly peaceful morning as many of the participants in Bella's party were still recovering and sleeping late.  He was sitting down in the living room with some tea and his copy of Shakespeare when a strange honking noise interrupted him.  He frowned, unable to place the sound, when it came again.  It wasn't from inside the house...it had a odd muffled quality to it as though something much louder was coming from outside.

Draco put his book down and went to the window to investigate.  Down by the gate was a long brown car, which Draco might have recognized as a station wagon if he knew anything about cars.  It was not the first time he had seen a car at Riddle House.  It had been easier to call in a few Muggle plumbers, electricians, and general handymen to get the place liveable again, particularly since they had been trying to avoid the Ministry’s attention by not using magic.  But Draco did not recall having scheduled any further repair work.

"No," he breathed and glanced at the Grandfather clock.  It was a few minutes after eleven, and if Bella's party had been for Friday night that made this Saturday.  "I can't believe her," Draco muttered.

The horn blew again.  "What's the racket?" growled a voice that could only have been Fenrir.  The werewolf was rubbing his head, eyes looking rather blood shot, and sounding irritable.

"I'll take care of it," Draco said quickly, before Fenrir could focus.  He ran outside and down to the gate.

The passenger side window and the rear passenger door opened.  A chorus of greetings sang out from the car.  "Hey, Drake, climb in," Lacy said from the front seat.  "Sorry, we're late."

"I told you I wasn't going," Draco said stubbornly.  His voice took on an urgent strain.   "You have to leave.  Now."

"Sure, we'll leave as soon as you get in," said Lacy. 

Draco cast a wary glance at the door.  "I'm not getting in that thing."

Someone inside the car...there were at least six Muggles pack inside already...hooted.  "The City Kid doesn't like your car, Steven."

"Well, that makes at least two of us," the driver shouted back.  "Come on, go or stay, the engine’s running."

"You go," Draco said.  "I'll stay."

Lacy rolled her eyes.  "Drake, you can't stay in that old house all the time.  You're turning into a hermit, it's not healthy."

Draco glanced back at the house.  He spotted someone at the window, but they moved away.  He muttered a curse under his breath.  Fenrir and six muggle kids sitting like tied sheep in a car.  "Come on," the voices were lapping over one another from inside the vehicle.  This was not good.  He had to get them away, before one of the other Death Eaters was tempted to continue the revelries from the previous night...some of them, Fenrir in particular, had no concept of discretion.

Draco had to get them away from the house, so with one last wince, he ducked into the car and pulled the door shut.  Lacy let out a cheer of victory.  "Just go!  Go!" Draco ordered.  "Before my grandfather sees!"  Steven did whatever Muggles do to make their machines go, and the car sped off down the lane.

 

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Lucius heard a strange honking noise and growled to himself, wondering what the hell Bella was up to. He thought briefly about going to the window and shouting at the sound, but instead rolled over and returned to sleep.

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A loud honking noise woke Bella up. "Wha...Where’s the cannon?" Getting up and walking to see what the racket is, she saw Fenrir standing by the door and a car parked in the grass. Draco was standing by the car and about to hop in. "Draco!" Her cries went unheard as he got in the car and the Muggles drove off. She went back inside the house and began to bang on Narcissa and Lucius' door.

Lucius was just drifting off again, when a second noise, this time a long banging woke him. He growled, throwing the comforter back and stalked towards the chamber doors. He nearly ripped the door off its hinges and he growled a second time when he saw that it was Bella who was standing there.

"What?"

As he opened the door, Bella tried to pull him out and pointed to the front yard. "Your son has been abducted by Muggles!"

Lucius nearly growled, again, at Bella's more than ridiculous comment. "I hardly find this amusing, Bellatrix. Now get out before I hex-" He was cut off by his own slamming of the door and after mumbling several locking and silencing charms, he gratefully returned to bed.

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The car ride quickly made third on the list of most uncomfortable moments in Draco's life. It was tied with the Ferret incident.

Draco had always thought that Muggle cars looked cramped, and now he knew he had been right. But he had never imagined anyone could fit so many Muggles in the vehicle. He had not managed to count them all from outside.

There was a girl sharing the seat with Lacy. Three Muggles were squeezed on the bench beside Draco pressing him into the door. Behind him four more Muggles had wedged themselves into the back space. Only the driver seemed to have any space to call his own. It seemed quite possible that the entire youth population of Little Hangleton was in attendance.

"Drake, this is..." Lacy made a series of blitzkreig introductions, but Draco did not remember any of the names after she had finished. He recognized most of the faces from the village green, but only in the passing sense.

Everyone in the car seemed far too interested in him. Draco was not in the mood to answer questions, but Lacy had no reservations about answering for him. "Drake says he has a girlfriend," she explained. "But I'm not sure I believe him. What's her name, Drake?"

"Myrtle," Draco said, watching the trees pass by his window and wishing he was passing them astride his broom. A wave of snickers passed through the cramped group.

"That's a rather old fashioned name isn't it?" Lacy asked.

Draco shrugged. "She's an old fashioned girl."

"Where does she live?" someone else asked.

"Dijon."

"You mean she's French?"

Draco let his head fall against the window and sighed.

"Maybe she just lives in France," someone from the backseat answered.

"That's right," Draco said. There was a smell he could not place.

"So how old are you? Are you out of school? What do you at that manor all the time? Why don't you ever come to church? Who else lives there with you? What sort of business is your grandfather in?" the sea of voices pelted him with questions, and there was no escape. The vehicle was moving a little too fast for him to jump. "Your grandfather's got a really tight leash on you doesn't he?"

Mercifully, it was only a short drive to Greater Hangleton. The driver pulled into a spot at the high school, and the passengers exploded out onto the pavement. Draco was tempted to make a run for it, but two of the Muggles took him by the arms and swept him into the building.