It's not easy to explain, but . . .

Chapter 13

"Do I . . . kill him?" Draco whispered.

"No . . . you simply can't do it . . .  Professor Snape kills him."

"WHAT!?!?!" Both Narcissa and Draco gasped.

"It was planned; Albus was dying of both a curse and poison. You'll understand after the next movie."

"Why are you and your friends doing this?" Narcissa asked. "Being Muggles, aren't you afraid to be here?"

"Not afraid, but well aware of the danger.  However, Harry, Ron, Hermione and especially you, Draco, had thought all of this out very thoroughly before even approaching us.  We're as safe as we can be, considering we are Muggles and mostly helpless against magic.  You were very adamant about our safety, Draco, when we were being told about this plan of yours and Hermione's," Emma added.

"I was . . .am . . .will be?" Draco was shocked.

Emma smiled and nodded.  "You and Harry are really good friends, Ron and Hermione are, too.  You all come out of this with a better  understanding of what friendship really means," explained Emma, putting a hand on Draco's arm. 

 Draco looked at this beautiful girl, standing there smiling at him.  "You really did  look like Gran . . . Hermione . . . in that movie, especially with your hair long . . . not that I don't like it short, it's just I'm used to the long hair . . . I mean . . . " he stumbled to a stop, his cheeks flushed.

"I don't believe it! My son, totally tongue-tied, when speaking about a girl he's known for five years!" Narcissa was almost giggling, until Draco shot her a nasty look.  "Sorry dear, I just find it amusing . . . what happened to your well rehearsed, suave self?"

"AH, but I'm not Hermione, I'm not even a 'Mudblood' . . . I'm a Muggle through and through and he has NO experience dealing with Muggle girls, do you Draco?"

"No, I don't . . . why would I?"

"Ah, why indeed?" Narcissa injected. "But Emma doesn't have a problem conversing with us: pure blood, half-blood, Muggle born, she seems to not make a differentiation . . . why should we?"

"But Muggles don't know about magic and blood status," argued Draco.

"Draco, there are SO many prejudices in the Muggle world, it makes you all look like the local "Welcome Wagon" committee," giggled Emma.  "Never mind," she added, seeing the quizzical look on both of their faces.  "Let's just say there are people who have preconceived and, unfortunately, incorrect impressions and ingrained prejudices in both of our worlds.  The sooner we get past that stupidity the better off we'll all be in this war."

"I guess I should at least listen to what you all have to say and show us, before I decide what I will do," he admitted, a bit of a smile playing across his face. "I really don't like where my life is leading, according to that movie, so perhaps I can learn what to do differently."

"You haven't seen anything yet, Draco, just to warn you." Emma reached out and patted his arm. "You either, Narcissa.  The next movie, especially, will be a real rough one for you two.  Just to give you a bit of fair warning. Lucius is in Azkaban for the whole year and you two are at the mercy of Bella and Voldemort."

"Guess I'd better take notes during the next one then, huh?  This is worse than school!" Draco grumbled, but then snorted and smiled at Emma.

"We Muggles have a saying, Draco . . . 'Couldn't hurt . . .might help' . . . so, let's go down to dinner and you'll see what I mean as we work our way through all of this," responded Emma, as she opened the door to the hall.   "By the way, your future self is very well versed at being suave; you flirted with me outrageously at Dan's house and here at Harry's before we came back . . . and you're a married man AND a father!"