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Hermione threw her book bag onto the floor and fell onto the bed with an exhausted sigh. She felt her eyes start to droop, as sleep was about to overcome her when she was interrupted.

Ring Ring. The phone rang.

Hermione groaned and rolled over, snatching up the phone.

"Hello?" She greeted groggily.

"Hello, Hermione?" Her eyes shot open.

"Harry? What...how...-" She heard Harry laugh over the phone.

"There's a new rule in the project, we could talk to each other now, the teachers have considered that it would be dull if we couldn't talk to our friends." Hermione beamed.

"But Harry, how did you get my number?" She could feel Harry's smile in his voice.

"The teacher's gave us them, by owls...didn't you get yours, yet?" Hermione frowned.

"I think I was in school...I'll go check my mail." She took the portable phone and walked toward the door when a bang on the window adverted her attention.

She walked over to the window and was amazed to see black owl with gold eyes staring at her clutching a letter. Opening the window she patted the owl's head and took the letter, the owl soon flying off. Etched in gold words was Miss. Granger.

Hermione turned it around, holding the phone between her shoulder and ear, she tore open he back and took out a letter, a little piece of paper falling out. Picking it up, Hermione placed it behind the letter and continued reading.

Dear Miss Granger,

The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, has decided, with the help of Dumbledore, that students should be allowed to talk to each other, BUT not in person. The Minister had thought that it would have been uninteresting if you wasn't allowed to talk to your friends.

A paper containing everybody's number is included in this letter. No help for the project, people will be warned and then punished.

Professor and Head of Gryffindor,

Minerva McGonagall

Minerva McGonagall

Hermione pulled out the piece of paper from behind the letter and studied it, trying to remember who was who and what number belonged to what person.

Name Number

Harry Potter 879-4356

Ron Weasley 453-8722

Susan Bones 820-0745

Terrence Boot 387-1198

Parvati Patil 327-0552

Cho Chang 982-0483

The list went on and on naming Hermione's classmates one by one. Hermione smiled, this was not going to be bad after all. Suddenly Harry spoke up startling Hermione.

"Hermione? Are you there?"

"Yeah, Harry, I just got the letter. Have you talked to Ron yet?" Harry laughed.

"No, I doubt he would even know how to use a phone." Hermione smiled.

"So, how was your day?" Her smile faltered.

"Ugh! I started school, which was great mind you, and I met my human." Harry cut in.

"So how is he?" Hermione groaned.

"He's so high on himself and stuck up. Then..." Hermione drifted off.

"What? Hermione?" Harry responded through the phone.

"I used magic." There was a slight pause.

"No."

"Yes..."

"I don't believe it! The perfect angel...was breaking rules?" Harry faked a shocked voice.

"Oh Harry, it was for a good purpose too." Hermione defended.

"Uh huh..." Hermione glared at the phone.

"Honestly Harry, it was." Fabric rustled on the other end.

"I'm going to call Ron. Oh yeah, school starts in a couple of weeks for me! Bye!"

"Bye!" Then she hung up.

Taking one last look at the phone, Hermione placed the paper on the table, getting up she suddenly remembered something. I got Blaise's phone number.

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Blaise sat on one of his many emerald green chairs and looked at the games he was playing with Draco. "Your move." Draco looked up. Suddenly the phone rang and Blaise went to go get it, when he was out of the room, Draco stole his queen and hid it with all the other pieces he had taken. Soon Blaise came back, with the phone held to his ear, grinning.

"Hey," Draco looked at Blaise. "I thought you would never call."

"No, no, I'm not doing anything important." Draco glared.

"Really? Interesting..." Draco couldn't understand the one sided conversation, but kept on stealing Blaise's pieces until there was only the king left.

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Hermione sat at the desk in her bedroom and worked on her project, listening to the phone. She opened a book from the pile by her desk and started flipping through it, taking notes here and there. Dragons were mythical creatures. In Ancient Greek Draco meant Dragon. Hermione paused in her writing.

"Hey Blaise?"

"Yeah?" Came the short reply.

"What are you doing on your project?"

"Dog Demons. I found this really cool story about a Jewel of Four Souls and this Half Dog Demon. What are you doing?"

"Dragons and Angels..."

"Two? You're a lot like Malfoy, always trying to get extra credit." Hermione shook her head.

"No, Malfoy is doing Angels, I'm doing Dragons." There was a snicker.

"Malfoy doing Angels?" There was a laugh before it was cut off.

"Shut up Zabini." Hermione gasped.

"How long has he been there, Blaise?" There was a groan.

"Since the beginning." Stated a calm and cool voice. There was a shift in the background and Hermione heard a moan of pain.

Suddenly there was an abrupt stop. "Hey! There are chess pieces down here! White chess pieces, Malfoy you've been cheating!"

"It's not like you haven't." There was a rustle of cloth and the clinking of pieces falling out.

"Yeah but...hey, is that my phone? Are you talking to Hermione?"

"Hermione? On first name bases already Zabini." Zabini just scoffed.

"At least she doesn't think of me as an self-centered jerk."

"She will."

"Give me back the phone." There was a thump as somebody fell.

"No!" There was a rustle and china breaking.

"Hell yes!" There was a scratch on the phone.

"Hell no!" There was a grunt and somebody ran out the door, slamming it shut.

"Hell yes!" Came a muffled reply and the door swung open.

There was another sound as somebody leaped on the other and tackled them to the ground. "Oof! God, you're heavy, Zabini!" There was a snatch of the phone and Blaise came back on.

"Hey Hermione." Hermione laughed.

"Hey." Hermione kept on talking Blaise until Draco got fed up and left.

"See you tomorrow, Hermione."

"Sure, see you." There was a click and Hermione hung up.

She turned to look at her clock, which stated 10:37PM, time to go to bed, she had school tomorrow anyways and she still had to devise a plan to make Draco Malfoy happy.

A/N: See? I can update! Track out! Happy!