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Chapter One-Everyone did some Growing up

"But mother. I do not want to go there!" I screamed to my mom, who really wasn't paying much attention to me.

"I'm sorry honey but we made our decision. You're going whether you like it or not." She said to me straight. Gosh I hate my mother.

"FINE!" I yelled to her and ran to my room and slammed the door shut. I wasn't ready to go to a new school. I mean I just am not in the mood of leaving my dear, dear friends behind. They'll be lost without me. Ok I'm being a bit sarcastic; they won't be lost without me, but let's just say I will be lost without them.

My things were magically packed and we were ready to leave. I said goodbye to my dear, dear friends. I didn't cry but a few did. We flooed, well more like I flooed to where we were going to live for a while, my parents apparated. I CAN'T wait until I can apparate. I will be staying at someone's mansion for the rest of the summer and oh gosh do I loathe this person.

I know I haven't exactly seen him since I was about 11 and that's when he used to snip some of my hair and I'd push him off his broom. Gosh do I loathe this person so much. That's why I argued with my mother for about an hour explaining that I'm 16 almost 17 and am old enough to stay at home.

But no, she said I have to go there or else it would be an insult to the family if I wasn't there, plus she told us we'll be moving and that's why I have to leave my friends. We just moved and she said that we'd be staying at the Malfoy's Manor for the rest of summer then after that I'll be going to, Draco's, whom I totally loathe once again, I'll be going to his school. Gosh do I hate my life.

I flooed to their gorgeous manor. Gosh do I loathe them more, I mean it's not like I never lived in a manor before, because yes I am a pureblood and yes we are rich. I don't sound too excited am I right? And that's because being a pureblood means you have to hate all non-purebloods and be selfish twits.

Once I got out everyone was looking at me. I tried to smile, but I couldn't. I scanned around to see if Draco was there and luckily he wasn't. I don't feel like putting up with his crap. I hope he stays over a friend's house all summer, please tell me he does. PLEASE!

Oh no he won't. But he did think that.

I hope I'm not losing my mind because there are voices in my FRIKIN HEAD! "Narcissa, Lucius how wonderful to see you." I say with a fake smile on. Narcissa kissed me on the forehead andLucius just smiled to me. For some very odd reason Lucius likes me, not in the nasty way you nasty minded people, I mean he can tolerate me. But I for once just can't tolerate him, the way he treats Draco I can feel bad sometimes. He thinks I'd do lots of good in the world or something like that.

"Nice to see you too Jacklyn. It's been a long while."

"Yes it has." I smile sweetly to her.

"Now run along. Draco is somewhere in the house and well the Elf will show you where you will be staying at. Make your self at home."

"Thank you Narcissa." I say and follow the poor little house elf.

The Elf takes me to this very big room and I mean BIG! It was lovely, a sort of dark purple mixing in with a lighter lavender purple. And well the rest of the room went together as well; I'm trying to not go into too much detail. "Does Miss. Web want anything from Krump?"

"No thank you Krump. But thanks anyway." Krump then disappears. I have wanted to jump onto the bed all this time that I couldn't help it so I took a running head start and then I flew onto the bed and plopped right down. I felt like a queen.

I haven't been here since forever so why not do a little exploring. So I walk around clearly looking through all these doors not caring who's inside or what they were doing. Then I came upon this door that I never should have stopped for. I was curious but I was stupid.

I opened it slowly and the worst to see was this boy with Platinum blonde bleached hair standing around with ONLY his boxers on. HOLY Muggles, that's MALFOY! I'D know that hair from anywhere. I couldn't help but look at him, damn did he grow up since I've seen him since we were 11; he had a nice body and let me tell you it was very hot. He finally unslicked his hair, which was much better.

I think I was staring at him long enough for him to notice that I covered my eyes, "OY Malfoy! Put some DANM clothes on!" I say to him and try to exit but I accidentally ran into the door that was closed.

When I ran into the door I kind of fell back. This hurt my ass way too much that I had to rub it. Then I felt someone try to help me up. "Malfoy. I think I'm capable of helping myself." I say to him coldly.

I look up at him and his nice icy blue eyes were looking into my green-blue ones. I broke the stare and pushed him off of me. "Gosh get a grip Malfoy."

"Jacklyn?" He asks dumbly.

"No it's Sherlock Homes." I say to him sarcastically. He doesn't hear the sarcasm and gives me a dumb look. "Duh it's Jacklyn you stupid twit." I say to him in a mean way. He was staring at me with his eyes again. Gosh it creeps me out when he looks at me. And he still hasn't put any clothes on.

"Gosh Malfoy! Put some clothes on already!" I say to him and exit out the door to my room. What is wrong with him? WHY hasn't he insulted me? I've got some good comebacks now because I'm not a stupid 11 year old anymore. Why does he stare at me? Why does he look so damn hot? What the hell am I saying! I need to shut out my thoughts for now.

You think Malfoy's hot don't you.

Gosh the voices again. Just get the hell out.

Gosh, I need to sleep on this or something. It's not working out for me. So I finally reach my room and close the door shut and slammed myself into the bed and go under the soft and comfy sheets and fall fast asleep. I slept like a baby.

Draco's POV

Here we go again. We have damn visitors again, and worst of all it's Jackie's Family that's coming over. You have no idea how much I loathe Jackie, she pushed me off my broom when we were 11 and we haven't seen, spoken, or done anything together since. Why does she have to come now? I argued with my Parents to let me stay over someone's house all through the summer so I wouldn't have to deal with Jackie's stupid complaining and whining.

I hear them downstairs that must mean the wicked witch from America is here. And luckily I just got out of the shower so I won't have to deal with her right now. Did I have happened to mention that I hate her? Well if you heard it oh well but if you haven't I HATE HER, strike that, I LOATHE HER! I hear walking so I go change into some boxers and what not. Then I start looking at myself in the mirror. Damn am I hot.

All this Quidditch does pay off sometimes, no wonder girls love me. I say to myself cockily. Then I hear someone open the door, doesn't anyone here know how to knock. I turn around to see some beautiful girl standing in front of my door with her mouth open just staring at me.

I guess I'm that irresistible. But damn is this girl pretty, great dirty blonde wavy hair, the prettiest green-blue eyes I've ever seen and one of the best bodies I've ever seen in my life. Damn you have no idea on how much I want to shag her right now.

Then she covers her eyes and says to me with this sexy voice yet it was a voice that I recognized, "OY Malfoy! Put some DAMN clothes on!" Did she just call me Malfoy? That voice, I know that voice! But where damn I can't think! She then tries to leave through the open door, but she crashes into the closed one.

I couldn't help, but chuckle at that and when she fell she started to rub her arse. Then I ran over to her as casually as possible and then I try to help her up, "Malfoy. I think I'm capable of helping myself." She says to me coldly. Who is this girl? To talk to me like that.

Then she looks up to me and I stare into her beautiful green-blue eyes, and I was literally on top of her, she breaks the stare and pushes me off of her. She's quite strong you know. "Gosh get a grip Malfoy."

Did she just say 'Gosh get a grip Malfoy?' I know whom she sounds like now, "Jacklyn?" I ask her, she looks at me like I said something stupid.

"No it's Sherlock Homes." Who the hell is Sherlock Homes? "Duh it's Jacklyn you stupid twit." Oh yeah it's Jackie all right. Whoa she did lots of growing up I see. I mean I started to look at her and what she grew up into. And damn does she look hot.

She notices my stares, so she stares back and notices my wonderful self, "Gosh Malfoy! Put some clothes on already!" Then she leaves out probably to her room. She doesn't like me?

Wait what am I saying? Its Web we're talking about here, she's still Jackie Wacky. She's a Jackie that grew up though. But I have to stop thinking about this; it's starting to freak me out.