Well, of course, Claire isn't a muggleborn. And she isn't a squib. She has NO MAGIC AT ALL.Imagine how disappointed her parents must be.Anyways, back to evil Claire. She was born a muggle, just like Mary said. I mean, I figure if you can be a muggleborn, then you can be born a muggle. See, I mean, Squibs have magical powers. Not much, but some. Like Filch's Quikspell thing. See, Claire wouldn't be able to do magic at all. Like, say, Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Dudley.Thanks for the reviews.

Mary grinned secretively. She flicked Harry on the nose playfully.

"You are SO cute, Harry. Are you for real?" Mary asked sweetly.

She pinched his cheek. Harry winced, confused. Mary let go.

"Look, just do what I say. We're going to make her a little jealous is all," Mary said, eyes lighting up with glee.

He slipped on his flip-flops and she draped his arm around her waist. Harry looked confused but shrugged. Mary grabbed at her chain and put the key that hung on it in the lock of the door that stuck out of Harry's room and connected it with Hermione's. She opened the door wide.

"Hey! 'Mione! Harry and I are going to meet up with Carol and Laur, okay? You want to come with us? OOH! Did you get a new swimsuit? I don't think I've ever seen that one before! It's so blue. Ooh! I think Harry likes it!" Mary yelled.

Hermione, who was wearing a blue bikini that was a copy of Mary's pink one except blue, immediately blushed and covered herself. Mary smirked and Harry gaped. Mary slowly closed his mouth for him and laced their fingers together. She motioned for Hermione to come with them, and she did, before hastily pulling on a long, sheer blue cover-up, which made no difference really, seeing as it was see through. She put on blue flip-flops and followed them out of the room shyly.

Hermione raced ahead of them down the stairs, after all, it WAS her house. When Hermione was out of earshot, Mary smiled and elbowed Harry.

"See? By the way, her pool's AWESOME!" Mary whispered excitedly.

Harry grinned and Hermione turned around.

"Hey, which pool? Indoor or outdoor?" Hermione asked curiously.

Mary turned.

"Outdoor," Mary responded automatically.

"Which one? The one inside the maze, the one in the Wildflower Garden, the side pool, the Pool of Many Fountains, the deep pool, the decorative pool, the lake, the pond, the hot spring, the spa pool, the new pool, the servants pool, the old pool, or the first pool?" Hermione questioned.

Harry raised his eyebrows. Mary thought for a moment.

"Well, I know it's not the maze one, or the deco one, the lake, the pond, the hot spring, the first pool, or the servants pool. My bets on the Wildflower Garden Pool or the Pool of Many Fountains. Maybe the side pool," Mary rattled off nonchalantly.

Hermione nodded and led them through a back door. There stood before them a large maze. Hermione shrugged.

"This is the quickest way to get to the pools. Don't worry, we've been in here loads of times Harry. We'll never steer you wrong," Mary responded wisely.

Harry gave her a look. Mary flushed.

"Okay, maybe I might. But, I have a good sense of direction! Now, this way!" Mary said enthusiastically.

Harry looked wary of Mary. Mary scowled and they ran through the maze. Around ten minutes later, they tiredly exited the maze.

Luckily, the beautiful pool was ahead of them. The others were already there and Mary waved. She kicked off her flip-flops and untied the cover up.

"Come on, Harry, you're coming with me." Mary teased.

She pulled Harry's shirt off and pushed him in the pool before jumping in herself. Mary smirked and splashed Hermione. Seconds later, Harry's head broke the surface of the pool. He shook his wet head, sending water everywhere. Mary fingered a wet lock.

"You know, your hair, when it's dry, doesn't look this long," Mary said, before jumping out of the pool and hiding behind Hermione.

Harry got out, dripping wet. He ran after Mary, who smiled and began running. Her plan was going in accordance to plan. Harry had her cornered, but she darted under his legs and tackled Hermione, who fell in the pool. Mary had a sudden brainstorm and she dove under and searched for the water cage.

She found the cage and slowly moved it directly under where Hermione was about to dive in. Hermione fell in it and Mary pushed Harry inside it. She locked it and set it floating down the river. They'd have to work together to get out, Mary thought, grinning.

Mary dove in the water and played with her friends for a few hours. Harry and Hermione emerged later, very angry. But before they could murder her, the doorbell rang. Mary shook water from her hair, hastily dried herself off, leapt into her flip-flops, quickly tied the cover up on and ran to the door, clutching the towel.

"I'll get it!" Mary screamed, looking backwards and running.

There stood Draco Malfoy, clad surprisingly in muggle clothing, though he obviously didn't have much of a clue of how they dressed in the different seasons, seeing as he was draped in a parka and biking shorts. Mary looked at him and giggled, while he goggled.

"Hello. I'm here for Claire. I was told that she hangs out here," Draco replied, searching for a glimpse of his cousin.

Mary faked a smile.

"Yes. But I'm afraid she's not here right now. She went to the Gellar place a few hours ago though. I'd bet she's there now," Mary said politely.

Draco nodded, grinning.

"Yes. I'm quite sure. So, you're an American?" Draco said dazedly.

Mary nodded.

"By way of Los Angeles. Anyways, the Gellar place is about a block away. It's the white one with the columns everywhere," Mary said cheerfully.

Draco nodded distractedly.

"What's Los Angeles?" Draco asked, confused.

Mary smiled, though it was fake.

"A big city. In California. You should be going. Really. My boyfriend'll be here any second," Mary said, still smiling.

Draco nodded and turned to leave. Mary, however, turned around and saw Harry. Her eyes widened and she ran and jumped on him and started kissing him. Harry was very confused. A maid walked by.

"Oh, Marie, eez sham forr yuh tuh maul Potterr boie lik zhat. Errmeohknee vill no be amoosed," The maid, Ivana, who had a very thick Russian accent, said scornfully.

Mary winced and prayed that Draco had not heard what Ivana had said about Harry and Hermione.

Unfortunately, as it always seems to happen, Karma had other plans. Draco's brow furrowed.

"Potter?!" Draco asked incredulously.

Harry pushed Mary off him and Hermione chose that very second to walk in.

"Hello, Draco," Harry said dryly.

Draco, however, was riveted to Hermione. Mary rolled her eyes.

"Sheesh. Go salivate elsewhere. As if Harry wasn't already drooling enough," Mary said, annoyed, crossing her arms over her chest.

Hermione just stood there. Mary sighed and chucked her towel to her. Draco snapped from his trance and defiantly met Harry's eyes.

"Since when are we on a first name basis, Potter?" Draco drawled.

Mary rolled her eyes. Harry glared.

"I can call you whatever I want, Draco. Even Bouncy Ferret Boy if I so please," Harry bit back.

Mary giggled. Draco glared at her.

"You buffoon, we're not in America. Honestly, Harry," Hermione stated manner-of-factly.

Mary rolled her eyes once more.

"You know, America's not as free as everyone thinks it is. Matter of fact, being American sucks. All the other countries hate you and call you fat, slobby, pigs. Which most of us are. And all we really are is a big bully. Every other country's afraid of us. They're afraid that we'll attack them if they go against our will. Look what we did to the poor French. Stupid Bush," Mary replied sadly, sighing.

Draco gave her a quizzical look. Hermione looked at her nails.

"Democrat," Hermione yawned.

Draco and Harry nodded in understanding. Mary scowled and calmed down. She shut the door in Draco's face. It opened, unfortunately, and Mary frowned.

"Oh, stop ogling me, you dork!" Mary snapped.

Draco gave her a weird look. Mary sighed.

"Okay, you know, that's it! Pretrificus Totalus!" Mary snapped.

She then wordlessly used magic to teleport him home. She yawned and shut the door quietly, Harry gaping. She rolled her eyes and Hermione stared.

"So, why'd you kiss me?" Harry asked nervously.

Hermione stormed off and Mary smacked Harry. Harry winced.

"OUCH! What was that for?" Harry complained.

Mary rolled her eyes.

"Harry, if I gave you a red and white hat and a Pikachu, you couldn't get any denser," Mary snapped.

Harry frowned.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Harry asked curiously.

Mary shook her head and sighed.

"Pokémon reference. You wouldn't get it," Mary sighed.

Harry gave her a look and Mary sighed.

"I'll explain it to you later, genius," Mary snapped.

Mary stormed off upstairs, leaving a very confused Harry in the hall.

- Loren ;*