Draco Malfoy sat moodily in a chair. Summertime had started, and this was part of the reason of his irritated mood. Another reason was that only one week of vacation had passed, and already Pansy had sent him 7 letters pouring out her undying love to him. He snorted. Honestly, when would that girl realize that he didn't love her, in fact he hated every bit of her, her constant whines, how she followed him like a puppy, everything!!! There was one more reason for his mood, though. His fifth year had not gone too well at Hogwarts, considering the Ministry of Magic had finally figured out the Dark Lord was back. His father, Lucius Malfoy, had not been too happy with this. Lucius had spent quite a bundle of gold to convince Fudge that the Malfoy family had no current contact with the Dark Lord.

Draco was still in an ornery mood when Minto, a house elf, knocked at his door timidly. He motioned for the house elf to come in and demanded what this was all about.
"Sir, M-Master wishes to see you in the parlor at once. He says it is extremely important." Minto bowed and left the room. Grumbling, Draco strolled out of his room, down the stairs, through the hall, and into the parlor where Lucius was waiting impatiently.
"Ah, Draco, you are here."
"You called for me, Father?"
"Yes. I have received an owl from Fudge himself, thanking me for the gold I have donated to the Daily Prophet. However, Fudge also has offered us a trip to Hauptstadt, one of the wizarding tourist villages, for the rest of summer. That fool isn't as stupid as I thought. I suppose he's trying to keep us away from our Lord." Lucius finished off.
"So, in order to make the Ministry believe we have no contact with the Dark Lord, we are to spend our summer at this Hauptstadt?" Draco inquired.
"Unfortunately, yes. I suggest you have the house elves pack your possessions now, since we are taking a Portkey early tomorrow." Lucius waved a hand, a sign that meant Draco was dismissed.

Back in his room, Draco swore to himself. His summer had gotten even worse. Now he had to spend his summer at some silly wizard tourist village. There was a knock at his door, and opening it he saw 5 house elves waiting for packing instructions.
"Pack everything," Draco growled, which was an indication to the house elves to hurry. While the house elves scurried across his room, he sat on his bed and groaned. And thought to himself, This may be the worst summer of my life.