A/N—For all you Malfoy fanatics out there: You'll be somewhat
satisfied by this chapter Enjoy…Thanks for the reviews every1, R/R!
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They paid for their purchases at Target and headed out to the mall. A
quick stop in The Watchmakers told Harry what time it was, and they
stopped to eat at Sbarro's. An extra large with pepperoni covered the
appetites of the four of them. Mouths full of pizza, Jenna and
Hermione told the story of their friendship.

"Well, we met in third grade, when Hermione broke all the crayons
because she was mad at our teacher, and then I slipped on them and
nearly busted my head open." Jenna said thickly, chewing a mouthful
of gooey pizza at the same time. "We were inseparable after that.
And then she had to go to that private school. What's the name
again?"

"Helga's Academy" Hermione lied, exchanging looks with Harry and
Ron that said shush. "We all go there."

"So where is that place anyway? Do you guys have to wear
uniforms?" Jenna questioned.

Harry was the first to answer. "It's about 5 hours north of London. And
yeah, we gotta wear black uniforms." He said, smiling at her.

"S-So where do you go to school, Jenna?" Ron asked.

"United Public High." She smiled again, making Ron go red again.
"I'm in ninth grade. Are you on any of the sports teams there? Maybe
we'll play you sometime."

"Um Harry plays…. Soccer for Helga's, and I play…lacrosse." Ron
was pleased with himself for coming up with a muggle sport on a
moment's notice. Hermione just stared at him.

"Really? So do I!! What position do you play?" Uh oh, Ron thought.
Now I've really got myself into a jam.

"Center." Hermione came to Ron's relief after a minute of him staring
blankly at Jenna. He smiled and picked up on her hint.

"Yeah…Center, I was just trying to remember because I played so
many positions last year." He lied. Harry was just staring amusedly at
the whole scenario. "Oh look at the time, we've got to go!"

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Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Jenna finished up their pizza at Sbarro's,
headed for the exit, bid Jenna farewell, and she, in turn, hugged each
of them (Ron went slightly pink again). Jenna was ecstatic at the
invite to the Electric Lemon, and agreed to meet them at Hermione's
at eight. Ron was feeling rather apprehensive about this; he didn't
want to learn to dance in front of Jenna or Hermione for that matter.

The car ride to Hermione's went without incident, Hermione's parents
dropped them off and left to pick up a router saw at the harware store. It
was starting to get dark, and Hermione couldn't find her key.

"It was here a second ago!" she said, frantically searching her purse.
"Where could it of gone?"

Suddenly, a small clink on the porch floor told them it had fallen out of
her purse.

"Shit!" Hermione snarled, and bent over to pick it up.

Presently, she slid the key into the lock, and opened the door in time
to hear an enormous crash in the house.

"What the hell was that?" Ron questioned, peering around the
doorjamb.

Cautiously, they pushed the door open and entered. Nothing looked
out of place or even touched since they had left. They fanned out and
searched the kitchen, dining room, and den and met together in the
hallway when they heard a rustle from the living room. Speaking only
in glances, they picked up golf clubs from the closet and leapt in the
doorway of the living room.

Harry and Ron were too shocked to speak when they found out what
was making the noise. Hermione recovered from the initial surprise of
what was sitting on the couch enough to speak first.

"MALFOY??"


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Oooh CLIFF HANGER!! Don't worry I have the next chapter all
written and it'll be posted ASAP. Sorry for the short chapter---I
promise the next one will be longer. G2G, please review!

~ Ice Princess