The Boy // A Harry Potter Story

7

Three minutes later, the Simberly girls skipped down the dorm steps and entered the Common Room. No surprise, Draco Malfoy lounged sprawled leisurely in a corner couch. My sisters and I sat gingerly in the arm chairs surrounding a small coffee table which was directly in front of Draco's couch. He sat up a bit.

"Simberlys." he nodded.

"Malfoy." we all said in unison, then looked at each other and grinned, ruining the effect.

"Well, what do you want?" he sighed.

"Info." Sera said, very straightforward but too little "info" herself.

"'Info'?" he raised his eyebrows.

"Info." Brina repeated.

"Don't have it." Draco smiled.

"Sure ya do." I said. "Just... what do you know about our parents?"

"Their names are Sierra and Sebastian Simberly. They like my mom's baked ziti and come over every Saturday night if they're not already at my house." he shrugged.

"Liar," I sneered. "They're dead, you idiot."

"Dead?" Draco smiled. His eyes got wide and excited. "Far from. They've never been more alive."

"Well, nice plan, Sapphire, but you know, crazy people are hard to negotiate with." Sera started to get up.

"Negotiate, you say?" Draco stopped her, sitting up completely and turning immediately interest.

"Yeah," Brina said. "For this 'info', we would like to negotiate something."

"What can I have?" Draco said wistfully.

"Name anything within reason and we'll tell you what you can do for it." Sera shrugged.

"Okay," Draco thought. "How about one of you discuss this with me at the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade, tomorrow night?"

"Great," I said. "But we're all coming."

"Fine," he sighed.

"At 7?" Sera, always punctual, asked.

"6:30."

"Done." Sera agreed.

"That works." Draco said. "Just get your questions on this 'info' ready."

"Oh, trust me," I assured him. "We will."