Sorry about the wait. I've actually had this and the next chapter done, I just thought I'd spread it out over the next week that I'll be able to post. Here is the next chapter. Fun to all!

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The next morning, Jordan came to talk again.

"I thought I had the week off?" I asked, routing through some papers in my side table drawer, looking for my passport.

"You do. I just wanted to ask you how Kevin was," he lied through his teeth. He hated Kevin, and I knew that.

I turned to look at him. "He's fine," I said slowly. "What's the real reason you wanted to talk?"

He sighed and looked down, "I want to know what you said to this Malfoy."

I huffed, "God, you're just like my father. I said yes, if you most know."

He looked at me thoughtfully. "Is this what you want? Is he good enough for you?"

"Jordan, trust me. He's a good guy."

"But his father is being charged as being a Death Eater. With plans to kill Harry. Is this the type of person you want to be married to?" he asked, nervously. His voice was raising in volume, nearly screaming.

I laughed a little. "Jordan, calm down! Are you really one to judge a person on their parents?" I questioned back at him.

He calmed down. "You...you're right. You're not a little girl anymore. You can take care of yourself," he sighed again before continuing. "I'm sending you the latest updates to the Most Wanted list in Britain. I figure, kill two birds with one stone, right?" He was nervous that I wasn't coming back. I was his daughter; he wanted me to be safe at all times.

"Don't worry Jordan, you're coming to the wedding and I'll be back before it happens," I cooed at him, trying to reassure his fears.

He smiled before he left.

***

Thursday morning came fast and furious. In a rage, I threw clothes, books, paper, pens, wizarding robes, everything in my bag. How could I forget to pack? God, I'm so stupid some times.

In the afternoon, I got my most important things in order. In my purse I put my medicine, money, more paper and pens, the necessary papers to leave the country, a book, my glasses, and my wand. Then, I got into my green Buick that my grandma also left to me and drove to the San Francisco International Airport.

The lines were long. Very long. They were always this way, too much security, don't want some Americans to die, even if our world is overpopulated as it is. I sat in the terminal, waiting for them to board us.

I didn't see many wizards or witches. They don't understand the finer points of flying, I guess. They're too much in a hurry these days. Hurry to get to where ever they're going without the time to think like Muggle transportation offers. I like the time to think, the time to watch the world go by.

The plane ride is several hours long, not to mention the time difference. By the time I get into London, it's Friday. Heathrow Airport is a horribly designed airport. Most of the terminals look like afterthoughts that weave in and out of each other. You have to walk through stores to get to the front. Wonderful for marketing, horrible for bulky luggage.

Outside on the street, Draco stood leaning against a black Jaguar. He was wonderfully dressed in a green turtle neck sweater and a pair of washed out jeans. He smiled when I came up. Taking my bags, he opened the back door and pushed me in. He went around the back, putting my stuff in the trunk and got in the other side door. The car drove away.

There was a driver of course. Draco pushed a small button and a black glass window separated us from the driver.

"How are you?" he asked, grabbing my left hand with both of his.

"Good. How about you?" I asked uninterested, watching what his hands did instead. They pulled out a small black box, opened it, and took out a small diamond ring. Actually, small wasn't exactly the right word. It was huge! It was like a small diamond mine on a gold bar! It slipped perfectly on my left ring finger.

Draco looked up and smiled after it was safely on my hand. "I'm excellent."