Hermione's father and mother were listening to a country station that came in fuzzy, but they didn't seem to mind. They actually wondered why the kids didn't mind, but they didn't know that a magic screen had been put up. Hermione's parents couldn't hear what the three were saying, and the three couldn't hear what the parents were saying. To Mr. and Mrs. Granger, it looked like the three were playing hangman. The three in the backseat could see Mr. and Mrs. Granger doing exactly what they were doing, and so they could turn off the screen if necessary. But so far, it wasn't.

"I refuse," Ron said, crossing his arms and turning to look out the window.

"You have to Ron! It's the rules!" Hermione explained, using her hands for emphasis as she sat facing Harry and Ron, sitting on their legs in the middle of the two.

"Yeah, c'mon Ron," Harry grinned, "I told you!"

"Harry, I already knew."

"So? That doesn't count," Ron scrunched up his nose, searching for a better excuse.

"Ron!" Hermione demanded, and his eyes rose up to look at her. He scowled slightly.

"Oh, all right. I…I haven't."

"You haven't? Really? But…Padma…"

"Yeah, I know what she said, but she lied," Ron said sheepishly, his ears turning red.

"What about you Hermione?" Harry asked, and Ron looked up at her.

She glanced at both of them, and started, "Well…you know, actually I…" But she didn't get to finish it as Ron's eyes darted pointedly to behind her and she saw his wand flicker, showing that he had taken off the screening charm.

"…to stop?" Mr. Granger asked, looking at the three of them in the rearview mirror.

"What Dad?" Hermione asked, and he repeated, "Do you guys want to stop anywhere before we head into the mountains?"

They exchanged glances, and Hermione said, "No, we're fine."

"Okay. And I really don't want you guys to use magic, if that's all right," he said, and grinned as the three of them avoided his eyes.

"Sorry," Harry apologized.

"Really…what was so private that your mother and I couldn't hear?"

"Oh, it wasn't that. It was the music," Ron said with a grin, which made everyone chuckle.

~*@*~

G U __ L L __ __ __ __ E

I really, really, don't know. C?

Draco grinned as he read Angelina's guess.

No C. All you've got left is your hand.

He threw the paper back to her. She frowned as she read his reply. She began to scribble something onto the paper, and tossed it back. Draco read:

I don't know! Is it something perverted and gross that I don't know because I shouldn't?

He scribbled:

Not unless you call the French Revolution gross and perverted.

She bit the pen thoughtfully and gazed at the ceiling as she thought. She began to write:

Does it have anything to do with killing?

Draco rolled his gray eyes again at her question. And wrote:

Boy aren't you smart. Stop cheating and guess a letter!

He tossed the paper back to her and she smirked and wrote:

G U I L L O T I N E

Draco read her answer and frowned. Then he wrote:

Gee, and it only took you like, what? Half an hour?

He was about to pass the note back to her when Lucius's sharp voice came from the front seat, "Give me the note, Draco."

Draco shrugged and passed the note into his father's waiting hand. Draco glanced over at Angelina and saw her sitting very rigid. He whispered, "What's there to be afraid about? We were only playing hangman."

Lucius finished reading and crumpled the note up. They both awaited for his answer, and he kept them in suspense until he finally said, "I don't want you to talk about the French Revolution in such a humorous way. It is not humorous."

Draco and Angelina exchanged confused glances. Their trip went back to being silence.

~*@*~

Hermione, Ron, and Harry had fallen asleep and were awoken when Hermione's father stopped the car abruptly. When their eyes refocused they saw Mr. Granger gazing down at a map, the one that Dumbledore had sent with the owl containing the news and information about FoxGrove.

"This is Hogwarts?" Mr. Weasley asked, his eyes taking in the small houses that sat beside the car. It took Hermione a minute to realize where they were.

"Oh! No, this isn't Hogwarts. This is Hogsmeade. You can't get to Hogwarts by car, Dad," Hermione explained, and her father gave a nod that said, 'I have no idea what you are talking about but I will pretend I do'.

"Should we unload then?" he asked, his hand resting on the doorhandle.

"Yes," Hermione said, and her father got out of the car, and her mother followed suit, one hand clasped around Crookshanks's collar.

Harry reached over sideways and pulled the doorhandle, and the three came tumbling out of the car in a pile of arms, legs, and suitcases.

Ten minutes later, when each person was carrying at least a suitcase, they headed off to the Hogsmeade/Hogwarts trail, led by Hermione, Harry, and Ron. They had gotten about ten feet onto the trail when Ron turned and pointed to a carriage to their left.

"Do you think that's for us?" he asked cautiously after looking around and seeing no one else.

"Let's ask," Harry said, and strode over to the man who was sitting beside it, watching the five amusedly.

"Is this for Hermione Granger?" he asked, and the man stood up, smiling and awkwardly shook Harry's hand (Harry was carrying two suitcases and a bag of cat food). "Yep," he said. The other four came running up and with the help of the man; all Hermione's luggage was stowed into the carriage along with the three Grangers, Ron, and Harry.

They finally reached Hogwarts, with Mr. and Mrs. Granger staring fixedly out the window. When the carriage stopped, and they had all gotten out, Albus Dumbledore was watching them from the top step of Hogwarts.

He came down the steps when he saw that they had seen him, and before anyone could unload anything, he said, "Leave it here, I'll have someone take it beforehand," with a smile on his face. "Oh! You don't know who I am do you?" he asked the Grangers, who shook their heads shyly. "Albus Dumbledore," he said, sticking out his hand, and both of them shook it in turn. "Headmaster of Hogwarts."

"Right then, let's get up on to the school to meet your companion," Dumbledore said, and turned and marched right back up the steps again, the five following him rather awkwardly.

~*@*~

Draco sat sprawled in a chair in Dumbledore's office, his mother and father to his left, Angelina to his right. She had her legs crossed and her hands resting on her kneecap, and her right foot was jingling impatiently as she looked around Dumbledore's office.

"Sit up," Draco's mother hissed into his ear, and he gave her a look that clearly said 'I don't want to', but when he saw his father's face he straightened up with a quick roll of his eyes.

Fawkes sat on a perch near Dumbledore's desk, its scarlet feathers reflecting the light in a sort of awe. Draco turned his head and saw his father glaring at the pheonix, and his mother was gazing at her fingernails. Angelina was re-straightening her skirt, and turned her head when she saw Draco watching her. She was about to ask him something, but all four of their heads' snapped to look at the door when they heard approaching footsteps.

A second later Dumbledore walked in, followed closely by a man and a woman that Draco could have sworn he had seen before, and knew it was true as soon as Hermione Granger followed them. He would've been more angered and surprised if he had seen Ron and Harry, but he hadn't as he and Hermione were both gazing at each other in awe-struck looks.

Draco and Hermione's heads' simultaneously swivled over to look at Dumbledore, who was looking highly amused. "Sit," he said, and gestured to the five seats next to the Mafloys, on Angelina's other side. Ron and Harry both jumped at the chance to sit next to Angelina, but Ron beat Harry to it, and got himself a very frightening glare. Hermione sat on Harry's other side, and Mr. and Mrs. Granger sat next to her.

All eyes were fixed on Dumbledore, and he began to speak. "I suppose the two of you," he stared pointedly at Hermione and Draco, "are wondering what the other is doing here. And, please don't throw the chair that you are sitting on, but your suspicions are correct. You are both going to FoxGrove." At this point Lucius got up out of his chair in rage, but was seated back down by Dumbledore with a stare and, "I am not finished yet, Lucius.

"Now. All of you are very aware that Hermione and Draco will be spending their summer at FoxGrove, unless of course the rare occasion that they will have taken ill and have to be sent home, or something of the sort. Nothing, Mr. Malfoy, you say will change the matter, the choices are final. And unless you both strongly disagree on the matter, and all ends in war, the two will be heading to FoxGrove in a half an hour by way of Portkey.

"Thus ends my speech, and I will give you approximately ten minutes to socialize, and then we will say our goodbyes and send the two off to FoxGrove," and with this, Dumbledore left the room.

Silence remained for about ten seconds; then Lucius stood up and began to rant to Draco and Narcissa. The remaining six exchanged glances and began talking amongst themselves.

"So…you're Draco's cousin, right?" Ron asked for about the fifteenth time, with Harry standing near with a grin spread across his face.

"Yes."

"And…you know secrets about him?"

"Tha-" Angelina started, but got cut off as Draco grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him and began to whisper furiously in her ear, eyeing Harry and Ron the whole time. They both eased closer to Draco, their nerves riled and ready to fight, but he let go of Angelina and turned back to his parents.

"What was that…?" Harry asked, and Angelina shrugged.

"Draco just reminded me of how much he hated you. And if I tell you anything he'll make sure that I shall never live through my year at Hogwarts."

"You're going to Hogwarts?"

"Yes. Just for one year, though."

"What year are you in?" Ron asked, his hopes soaring but his face just showed curiosity.

"Sixth," Angelina said, and Ron and Harry both breathed a very audible sigh of relief. They were about to say more, but their attention was caught when Hermione let out a very large sob, and fell into her mother's arms, streams of tears running down both their faces.

Before they could return to their conversation, Dumbledore re-entered the room, carrying a sculpture of a fox molded by clay. The fox sat next to a large foxglove plant, and both were slightly swaying, or maybe it was just the clever sculpting. "Have you made your goodbyes?" he asked, eyeing Hermione's streaming face.

"Give us a minute," Harry asked, and Dumbledore nodded sympatheticly. Harry and Ron rushed over to Hermione, who came toward them with a fresh stream of tears.

"Oh, Ron," she cried, and threw herself into his arms, sobbing into his shoulder. He awkwardly patted her back, a small smile on his face. "Ron, I'm going to miss you so much!" she said when she drew back, her lower lip trembling.

"Why? I'll write you everyday," he replied with a smile on his face. She smiled and weakly turned to Harry.

She threw her arms around him, and he laid his head on top of her hair. She was sobbing into his shoulder, just like she had for Ron, but there wasn't a smile on Harry's face. His face was poker-faced, like Draco's usually was, but it was strange on Harry. Before she drew back, he whispered into her ear, "Hermione, I'm gonna miss you so much, I can't even think about it, but I want you to have the best time you possibly can have. Promise me you will."

When she drew back she nodded, and her face broke into a smile along with his. She blinked back tears, and then she leaned forward, and on tippy toes, planted a kiss on Harry's cheek. She turned and did the same to Ron, who had a strange expression on his face.

Then Hermione turned and gave one last hug to her parents, and was wiping her eyes with a hankerchief as she made her way over to where Draco and Dumbledore were standing. The Mafloys and Angelina had been watching the goodbyes of the Grangers, and Narcissa had an almost longing look on her face before they turned to face Dumbledore.

"Well then, I suppose you should go," he said to Draco and Hermione. Hermione wasn't paying attention to Draco, but he was eyeing her with something mixed between anger and curiosity. "Please lay your hand on the statue on the count of three, and you'll find yourself at FoxGrove. Someone should be there to meet you. Her name is Professor Laurel. She'll show you around and take you to your proper setting each day. Enough of me, one…two…" Hermione gave her parents and Ron and Harry one last glance, "three."

Hermione and Draco both lay their hands on top of the statue, Draco's resting on the foxglove and Hermione's resting of the fox's head, and second later they both felt a familiar pulling behind their navel and disappeared.

A/N: For those of you who are still reading - WAHAHAHA! I'm still working on the looks and such of the school, but expect more soon. (Or my definition of soon, I don't know if it is quite the same as yours!) Anyway, thanks for reading, and please review!

A/N: Again, I've re-updated, and same goes as last chapter. See anything confusing or misspelled, tell me in my review or e-mail me! I appreciate it more than you think! Go ahead and flame, but don't flame again if I make fun of you! ; P