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Ch.2


Draco's question drew the attention of a young servant who had been opening the silver curtains to allow the light in. The servant bore a striking resemblance to Blaise, with his black hair and blue eyes.

"Good morning my liege, your parents have requested your presence in the dining area. A letter has arrived for you, would you like to open it now?" the Blaise look-a-like asked.

Draco shook his head, thinking this to be a dream, "I….I will open the letter now. Thank you, that is all."

The servant nodded his head and handed Draco a letter before bowing and leaving. Draco watched him leave and then ripped open the envelope, which coincidently had the Hogwarts crest as a seal.


Dear Mr Malfoy

I regret to inform that due to the constant disagreements between Miss Granger and yourself, the both of you have been sent to a separate realm where you will be expected to try to co-exist peacefully. Should you fail, I am saddened to inform you that both of you will be forever trapped in the realm. This is for the sake on the sanity of not only the students but Hogwarts itself. There is, however, a manner for which the pair of you can exit the realm: true love. There is another condition, the terms of exiting are only valid until the winter solstice, and as you are aware, that is in five months.

Good luck! Once again, I am deeply sorry!

Yours sincerely

Headmaster Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore


Snarling, Draco ripped the letter apart and threw it on the floor. This was not turning to out to be such a good final year after all. "Wonder what Granger's doing," he thought as he fell back onto the bed with his head on his hands.


Hermione's exclamation drew the attention of the maid who was placing some white daisies into a jug by her bedside. The startled maid looked like an exact replica of Ginny, with her red hair tied into a bun and her blue eyes sparkling.

"Good morning Miss, it is quite a warm day and your parents have decided to have breakfast out on the terrace. They will seek you soon. A letter has arrived for you, shall I run a bath while you open it?" the servant said.

Hermione, who was still in shock, nodded her head and held out her hand. The servant quickly handed her the letter and walked hastily to another door, presumably leading to the bath chambers. She then quickly opened the letter with the Hogwarts seal.


Dear Miss Granger

I regret to inform that due to the constant disagreements between Mr Malfoy and yourself, the both of you have been sent to a separate realm where you will be expected to try to co-exist peacefully. Should you fail, I am saddened to inform you that both of you will be forever trapped in the realm. This is for the sake on the sanity of not only the students but Hogwarts itself. There is, however, a manner for which the pair of you can exit the realm: true love. There is another condition, the terms of exiting are only valid until the winter solstice, and as you are aware, that is in five months.

Good luck! Once again, I am deeply sorry!

Yours sincerely

Headmaster Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore


Hermione groaned and fell back onto her fluffy pillow, her ever-active brain formulating a plan of escape but to her utter dismay, she was unable to think of anything. Just as she were about to scream out her frustration, the Ginny carbon copy entered and ushered her into the bath chambers. She sighed as she sunk into a golden tub filled with bubbles and warm, cinnamon scented water.

"I wonder what Draco's doing now?" she thought to herself as she let the warmth of the water chase away the stress of the letter and with a smile on her lips she fell asleep in the bathtub.


Draco had found the bath chambers and had had a quick bath before trying to locate his closet. When he was successful, he let out a cry of dismay at the clothes on display in front of him. Instead of his normal Slytherin green robes or black jeans and shirts, there stood a closet full of puffy black pants and a majority of pirate like shirts. Draco let out a sigh of defeat and started rifling through the clothes trying to find clothes, which were simpler than some of the clothes that he had seen when he had opened the draw.

After a few moments of searching, he found a somewhat sleek pair of black pants and a white pirate shirt whose buttons stopped halfway up his chest. He stood in front of the clothes while forlornly remembering his normal clothes that were back at Hogwarts.

Draco dressed up and opened his room door, to his surprise the rest of the house was also an assortment of silver and green. He quickly pulled aside a servant and asked them where the dining area was. And after casting him a strange look, the servant pointed him to the right door further ahead in the corridor.

Draco walked briskly in a pair of black riding boots that he had found at the foot of his closet. He flung open the door that the servant had pointed to and to his surprise, he found his parents sitting in front of him.

Striding towards them, he began talking excitedly, "Mother, Father I'm glad to see you, you wouldn't believe what Dumbledore's done…"his voice trailed off as his parents watched him with confused and worried expressions.

Finally his father spoke, "Draco, son, I think that you drank too much last night. And who is this Dumbledore you speak of?"

Draco stood confused for a minute or so, until he remembered the Blaise look-a-like. Shaking his head, he said, "I think that you are correct father, perhaps I did." Draco then took his seat on the right hand side of his father while his mother sat on the left.

Once he sat down, his mother began fussing over him, "Dearest, I've told you many times not to drink too much. And now look at what's happened, you're wearing your riding clothes to breakfast. I will excuse it just this once, but do remember to dress appropriately tonight."

"Mother what is tonight?" Draco asked, puzzled.

"Why the King and Queen are hosting a dance for all in the kingdom, and we have been invited to attend. And perhaps you shall find a maiden to wed."

Remembering the letter, Draco picked up a grape and muttered, "Maybe."


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