Cliché? No way!

.+CLICHÉ? NO WAY!+.

The sound of the birds and the bees was heard outside of the Malfoy Manor, and summer was blossoming in front of Draco's eyes.

He was sitting in the gazebo, which was covered in green serpents (I wonder why?).

Draco absolutely hated summer, mostly because ultraviolet rays made him pruny, but also because it was so friggin hot.

Nevertheless! He needed to get a tan.

Draco's parents were out at a Muggle grocery store, excluding the fact that the Malfoys had tons of house elves to cook them food, and they probably looked really retarded with billowing black cloaks, AND that Lucius Malfoy would probably torture all of the customers if they cut in front of him in line.

Other than that, it was perfectly normal.

Anyway, as I was saying, Draco was still sitting in the gazebo, his eyes closed, a soft breeze rippling through his white-blonde hair.

All of the sudden, a screech owl fluttered onto Draco's shoulder, its claws digging into his skin.

"OW!" he exclaimed painfully, his eyes snapping open.

He looked at the owl in anger and snatched the letter from its beak.

"Thanks," he muttered furiously, and the owl took flight.

After Draco got over his irritation, his expression brightened.

After years of watching Blue's Clues on the television, he guessed he was addicted after all.

Draco opened the letter slowly, feeling the parchment upon his fingers, the soft touch making him feel all warm inside (and it's just parchment!).

::Mister Draco Malfoy,

I regret to inform you that your parents have died from a brutal canned peaches massacre in the supermarket. As they were shopping, a shelf mysteriously fell over (which was the one with canned peaches), and landed on both your mother and father; before the hospital emergency van thing came, they bled to death. I am so terribly sorry. Since you are not yet out of school, you will be living with another entire wizarding family (as it says in your father's will), but since he did not name one, we shall choose for you, even if you can't stand them at all and you go back way to your first year when you fought on the Hogwarts Express. We have not decided yet, but until we do, pack up all of your belongings (we are sending movers over immediately) and meet me at Super Target. I will be holding up a sign with your name.

Sincerely,

Douglas Mitchell- FBI agent::

Draco stared at the letter. His parents were DEAD?

HE GETS ALL THE MONEY!!!

After that, Draco vowed to bring canned peaches to any wizard's duel he might have.....just in case.

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As told, Draco began to pack his possessions in a very large suitcase. In a matter of minutes, the movers arrived, and they helped him with his things, which took about three hours.

The movers gave him a ride to Super Target, and Draco went inside while they went to get a cappuccino from Starbucks across the street.

Draco looked around and saw a man holding up a sign that said, 'Kid with dead parents'.

He figured that must be him, so Draco walked up to him. The man had short brown hair, blue eyes, and looked no younger than twenty years old.

"Are you Douglas Mitchell?" Draco asked nervously.

The man looked confusedly at him.

"Um.....no. My name's Blake Boogerschnutt," he said. The man looked to his left and grinned while he let out a small chuckle.

"I think you're mixing me up with him," he told Draco.

Draco looked. The man next to him was holding up a sign that said, 'Canned peaches massacre kid'. Oh. This must be Douglas. He had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, and a rather large nose. He looked not much older than thirty.

"Sorry," Draco said to Blake, and he moved on to the next man.

"Are you Douglas Mitchell?" he asked again, hoping this was him. Who else could have parents who died from canned peaches?!

"Hello, Draco," said Douglas, shaking his hand and putting down the sign slowly. "I didn't see that you were only a few feet away from me, talking to that man who's waiting for Harry Potter."

Draco looked at Blake, who was still waiting.

"Do many people meet at Super Target?" he asked uncertainly.

Douglas shrugged. Draco shrugged. The little girl shrugged. The customer service guy shrugged. Everybody shrugged!

"So what's the deal?" questioned Draco finally, ending the shrugging. He folded his muscular arms snobbishly (you know, because catching a small golden ball on a broomstick is a really good workout).

"Ahh, yes. We've found you the perfect wizarding family to live with," Douglas told him.

"So who is it?"

Pause.

"The Weasleys."

Draco's eyes widened in shock. THE WEASLEYS?!

He kept his cool, though.

"Whatever," he muttered.....coolly.

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Almost all of Draco's things were already unpacked, scattered over the Weasleys' spare bedroom, once belonged by Percy, ready to be used once again, begging Draco to pick them up and just.....do whatever he does with them.

"What a run-on," whispered Draco, lying on his bed. He sat up and looked around, feeling very bored.

"I guess I'll just go to Ginny's room. And while I'm on first-name basis with her, I might as well fall in love with her to add a plot twist," Draco told himself.

He got up hastily and walked to Ginny's room, tingling. How could he ever express his love to her?

Making a decision, he knocked on the door approximately fourteen times.....believe me.....I counted.

At once, Ginny opened her door, and when she saw Draco, she blushed furiously.

"Oh.....hi, Draco. What do you want?" she asked, looking down at her feet to hide her face.

"For you to love me back," Draco told her, a single tear rolling down his tinged pink cheek.

"Oh Draco!" Ginny cried.

::passionate kiss where Draco picks an excruciating wedgie::

Unexpectedly, in the middle of the kiss, Ron came out of his room. He must have heard Draco picking his wedgie. You were a little too loud there, Draco!

"Ginny, what are you DOING?!" he shouted, pulling Draco away.

"Ron, stop it!" yelled Ginny, tear-streaked (yes, all of the sudden. Muahaha.) "I love him! You can't destroy what we've had for the past thirty seconds!"

Ron sighed heavily and scratched his head.

"Okay, but don't let Harry find out; he'll go berserk," he told her.

"Why?" Ginny asked. Ron sighed yet again.

"Can't you tell he's in love with you, Gin? Everybody's in love with you! Even I am!"

Pause.

"All right, Ron. I won't let Harry know."

Ron smiled and exited (he Disapparated downstairs, especially since he's too young to even learn it yet, but that is OKAY!)

Ginny grinned at Draco sweetly.

"You know, I've loved you ever since my first year when you always made fun of me. It was like we were soul mates," she told him.

"We still are," Draco said as he leaned in for another kiss.

"GINNY!"

Guess who it was this time?

PROFESSOR BINNS! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ha.

.+THE END+.