Disclaimer: After much therapy, I've been forced to believe that I do not own Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy or anything else pertaining to the Harry Potter Universe. J.K. Rowling is the sole proprietor but I guess I should be happy about her willingness to share. I do, however, own Miravelle, Mandy and various other characters in this story. Take that suckas! Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Where to go?

It was the first day of summer and she refused to get out of bed. The sun was shining so bright, the birds were chirping like crazy in the big, tall trees and out front, she could hear all the children in the neighborhood playing in their kiddy pools.

But the train ride from Hogwarts had been very exhausting. She, Miravelle Loza, had let her friends convince her to join the party in the third cabin, not that she regretted it. It was possibly the most fun she'd ever had in her entire life! A couple of Slitherins had smuggled some Firewhiskey and Butterbeer which aided in the 'Interhouse Cooperation Project' since everyone was too pissed to care about who it was that they were dancing or even snogging with! Not too many people knew who she was and she preferred it that way. She was very pleased about her anonymity; it gave her an aura of mystery. She couldn't even begin to imagine what her life would be like if she had the fame of the 'Golden trio' or even Malfoy and his lot.

Miravelle was in Ravenclaw so she was pretty neutral when it came to picking her relationships. She had dated at least one guy from each house. However, she did have a secret weakness for the slitherin guys. She supposed that she had that 'Bad Boy' syndrome.

All of a sudden, the door flew open and a loud squeal could be heard around the world. She braced herself for what she knew was bound to happen. Her younger sister, Mandalynn, attacked her.

"Get up, Lazy-face! It's the first day of summer!" exclaimed the young witch.

To that, Miravelle could only respond one way, "Gerroffme, fat arse!"

Now, Mandalynn was anything and everything but fat. She was a tall, very lithe Hufflepuff. She had incredibly long, blonde hair and big, beautiful, green eyes. Any girl could've killed to have those eyes. But, Miravelle loved her own auburn ones. They seemed to turn red when she was angry or, shall we say, 'excited'. She was very well developed, but not very tall. She hated that her little sister was taller than her, but was thankful to have been graced with a bigger chest! Her hair was a luscious black with blood-red tips. Of course, her hair was as long as Mandalynn's and they were both of equally pale skin.

"Oh. My. Gosh! There's these two incredibly gorgeous guys who just invited me over to their house...you know...pool party!" Mandalynn practically screamed at Miravelle. She couldn't control herself around guys.

"Am I to assume that you said yes?" Miravelle drawled. The response to her question was a fit of giggles from her sister. "And did you tell them you'd bring me along? Because you know that you're not allowed to be alone with one, let alone two, guys," she added with a reprimanding tone.

"Yes, yes, I know the drill. I said you and I would meet them in about half an hour. They live like two houses down from here. Moved in while we were away, you know? They're sooo yummy!" Mandalynn was now practically drooling on Miravelle's lower back.

"MANDY! UGH! GET OFF NOW! YOU'RE SO DISGUSTING!" Miravelle yelled at her sister and promptly pushed off the bed. Then she proceeded to go get dressed. She was angrily muttering under her breath, "I can't believe I only have half an hour to get dressed...she's going to pay...what about breakfast...I'm so hungry... I hate kids...get off my lawn..." However, she was secretly excited that she was going to finally be able to wear the cute bathing suit she bought in Hogsmead a couple of days ago. It was a two-piece, black halter with blood-red polka dots to match her hair. She was also curious about he two guys that her sister was fawning over. The gods knew that she had a knack for always ending up with the wrong boy. When she was dressed, she went t join her sister downstairs for breakfast.

"And where do you ladies think you're off to today?" Their father, Richard, questioned them in a deep, intimidating voice. Mandy's eyes glued themselves to the floor and began to turn a deep, crimson red. Nevertheless, Miravelle knew her father better than anyone and knew it was all a facade. After all, he loved his girls and could never truly say 'no' to them.

"It's hot. We're going to the pool at my friend's house. Did you have anything planned for us today, Dad?" asked Miravelle nonchalantly for she already knew how her father would answer.

"I...well...no. I'm going to work," their father explained. "I'll be home at 9:00pm and I expect you home by then...uumm...have fun today girls," he added. He then gave his daughters a big hug and graced them with a huge smile before apparating himself to the Ministry of Magic.

"Oh! I forgot to tell him about me volunteering to be a counselor at summer camp this year!" exclaimed Miravelle worriedly.

"So? Tell him tonight while I tell him I'm staying home all summer! Ever since mom passed away, he's been all alone. So, I'll just keep him company. Now, lets go have some fun!" replied Mandy happily.

"Yeah right! You just want to spend time with those guys! You know, I won't be here to cover for you so you better behave!" retorted the older sister.

And with that, the two girls took off. When they go to the guys' house, Miravelle was surprised to see that her sister wasn't lying. They were to die for. The younger one was Mandy's age, and the second only a year and a half older than herself. As it turns out, the younger one, David, went to Hogwarts and was also in Hufflefuff. The older one, Ben, had already graduated and worked at the Ministry doing paperwork for portkeys and such. Today happened to be his day off. Of course, Mandy and David were already wrestling in the water, but Miravelle needed to get know these people before she got too comfortable. After an hour of just talking, she found out that the guys' parents had died in a car accident (the two of them were muggles). So they moved here to get away from sad memories. Ben had a girlfriend, but they didn't see each other very much because they were both too busy with work. After a while longer, they decided to join Mandy and David in the pool. They spent the entire afternoon laughing and playing games.

The girls headed back around six o'clock. Mandy had started her annual tanning ritual and was trying to coax Miravelle into joining her. But, as always, the raven-haired witch declined claiming that she'd end up with sunburn instead. It was a lame excuse because they both knew a simple charm to prevent burns. Miravelle just wouldn't risk looking like a prune. She prized her gorgeous, pale complexion. It contrasted beautifully with her dark hair and eyes. It also seemed to intimidate most people, which is a plus when you only want a select few in your circle of trust.

The two sisters showered and started making dinner. Dumplings were on the menu tonight because that was their father's favorite dish. Miravelle had to get permission to volunteer at the summer camp one way or another. It was an all-girl's camp, so she didn't see any problem with it. But, as her sister had pointed out, her father had been pretty lonely and she hated leaving him. At that precise moment their father decided to make an appearance. He was home way too early though.

"What happened, dad? Why are you early?" asked Miravelle. It was only 7:30 and she couldn't help but a little worried.

"Can't a man spend time with his daughters on their first day home?" he replied with his famous smile. "I asked to leave early because I missed you ladies very much!"

Great! Lay on the guilt why don't you? Miravelle thought feeling torn between misery and relief. "Well, I'm glad you did. We made dumplings for tonight. Want to watch a movie while we eat?" suggested the older sister.

"Sure! But tell me about school first. How'd it go? Did you pass all your courses? No new boyfriends for me to strangle?" questioned their father, trying to make that last part sound menacing.

"Well, as you know, I'm too busy with my studies to care much about boys. I passed everything with flying colors, and I decided to boost my academic image by doing some volunteer work this summer," droned Miravelle. It was obvious that she'd rehearsed her response in her head a couple of times.

"What did you have in mind, honey?" asked her dad. "You can come and help me out at the office if you want," he added hopefully.

"Ooh! Can I do that, daddy? I want to boos my thingummy image too!" begged the blonde.

"Ha ha... Right. But, yeah, that's a good idea, dad. Mostly because I'll be gone. I wanted to volunteer at that all-girls camp I used to go to when I was younger. Can I, pleeeease?" it was Miravelle's turn to beg.

"Oh. Well, in that case, Mandy-honey, I'd love that very much. One day a week sound good to you?" he appealed towards his youngest daughter.

"Yay!" exclaimed Mandy and, with that, started setting up dinner in front of the T.V. Ever since Miravelle's first muggle studies class, she'd gotten everyone in her family to experiment with their technology. It was so amazing and quite entertaining.

"And Miravelle-sweetheart, I think it's a wonderful idea. Just remember to write. You always get so caught up in you own life that you forget to keep in contact. I love you and I want you to have a great time, got it?" he told his oldest daughter. He hadn't meant to make that little speech, but he had to let his daughter know how much he missed her."

"I got it, dad. I love you too. Sorry in advance...like you said, I get caught up in my own little world and tend to procrastinate too much. I'll try though!" replied Miravelle, trying her hardest to mimic her father's disarming smile. She hadn't expected his response either, but she knew he was right. Oh, well. At least she knew that Mandalynn would be home to take care of him. Parents are such a responsibility!

Meanwhile at Malfoy Manor

Draco Malfoy woke up early on his firt day back home. He'd always get an early start because that's how he was raised. If his father ever heard he'd slept in, he'd have hell to pay. Even though Lucius was now in Azkaban, Draco couldn't stand to displease him. He put on his sweats, washed his face, bushed his teeth and took off on his morning excercise. It would take him about two hours to get around the perimeter of his property, and that was at full sprint!

As soon as he walked back into his house he was bombarded with questions from his mother.

"Oh, Drakie! Where have you been? I was so worried! Iwalked into your room about an hour ago and you weren't in bed. I have every house elf scouring the house for you!" Narcissa cried hysterically.

To this Draco responded simply, "Mother, please. I just went on my morning run. I am not a child any longer so refrain from treating me like one. I wil go shower now. Have my breakfast ready in the library in ten minutes. I have much to do and I refused to be bothered today." With one last look at his mother, Draco strode to his wing of the manor. The whole west wing belonged to him and yet, he felt imprisoned in his home. Everyone was prohibited access to his quarters without his express permission, save for the house elves who did the cleaning.

Draco had grown to be a good 6'3" tall this year. He had platinum blonde hair stormy grey eyes. His face was pale and pointed and his body was beautifully sculpted not from excercise and Quidditch but from his nocturnal activities. His faem as the Slitherin Sex God had the girls lined up at his door every night. He'd slept with most of the girls in school fourth year and up of course! However, he didn't have a girlfriend. Draco didn't feel the need to tie himself down to just one girl where's the fun in that?

But at the moment, the only thing on Draco's mind was a nice, refreshing shower. He walked into his bedroom that was highly impressive by anyone's standards. It had a collossal bed at the center withtthe softest green comfortor in the world. It was decked out in dark green and black, silk sheets and silver pillows and curtains. Same could be said about the rest of the room: black with silver and green splashed here and there. As he was undressing, he called out the outfit he was going to wear today: Black slacks and forest green silk dress shirt. He walked into the bathroom, which was just as impressive. Mirrors lined every wall and there was a bathh that was the size of a small swimming pool at the center. Draco disregarded it and went straight to the shower. Said shower, along with all the bath and sink, had the water taps in the shape of serpents. Draco allowed himself a small smile; He definitely deserved the title of Slitherin King!

After his quick shower, Draco walked back into his room to find his clothes laid out for him on his bed. He got dressed and headed towards the library and found his breakfast set on his favorite desk. As he ate, he was debating on where to go this summer. Should he go to cruise the canals of Venice or peruse the famous cabarets of paris? Spend time with exquisite Spanish ladies or crazy American girls? Decisions, decisions! Every year was the same. His parents let him pick where he wanted to spend the summer and buy a house there. Narcissa, as always, was hopig that this year he'd opt to stay home. After all, Lucius was the one who usually encouraged him to go as far away as possible. The older Malfoy was always in a bad mood and liked to take it out on his only son. He blamed him for everything that went wrong in his life so he chose to keep him away...he didn't wish to damage the sole heir to the Malfoy bloodline too much!

Even though Lucius was out of the picture, Draco wouldn't stay home if his life depended on it. He hated the was his mother babied him. After hours of looking through various maps, he was brought out of his concentration by a loud rumble. As it turned out, he'd barely touched his breakfast and completely skipped lunch. Now he was starving and nowhere near close to figuring out where to go this summer. He decided to go to the kitchens and order the elves to make him dinner. How dare his mother forget to feed him? He did tell her not to bother him, but that was no excuse! Before his dinner however, he had to have a plan. He spread all of the maps he'd been perusing in a circle around him and spun around nine times with his eyes closed. (A/N: 9's my favorite number! yay!) As he came to a stop, he pointed directly in front of him. Perfect! He hadn't done the camping scene in a while and he happened to like that particular spot. His family already owned a cabin there and it had a great viewan all-girls camp across the lake! Boy, was he ever going to have fun this summer!

And now on to more important matters: Food! Draco strode into the kitchen and noticed, with smug satisfaction, how the house elves dropped what they were doing and eyed him fearfully. "Make me a couple of turkey sandwiches and have them delivered to my room along with a beaker of pumpkin juice immediately," he ordered. Then, he hurried out of there as if he'd be contaminated by some kind of servant virus.

By the time that Draco got to his room, his food was already there. He set about eating while writing a letter to his mother.

To: Narcissa Malfoy

I will be spending the summer at the cabin by the lake. There will be no need to purchase new

properties on my account this year but I will be needing a new wardrobe. I hope you have a

pleasant time at the manor.

From: Draco Malfoy

After that, he changed into pajamas (a green silk get-up, of course!) and went to sleep. Tomorrow he'd be apparating to Diagon Alley to buy his new wardrobe and have it delivered to the cabin. Then he'd apparate to Malfoy cabin as well. Draco had passed his apparition test on his seventeenth birthday on June fifth. He was now a man, and it felt so good!

That night, Draco and Miravelle went to bed excited for what the future had in store for them. Their summer was about to really start as soon as they left home!

A/N: I hope you guys liked it! it's my first story so criticism is, of course welcome. Just, please, no flames! It's a waste of time for everyone...so just do yourself a favor and don't read this if you're not interested...k? Alrighty...I'll try to update soon...adios!