A/N: I understand that reviewing isn't your thing and it is a bit hard to do and stuff, but I would be really grateful if I got something, anything, even criticism. Is this story so bad that it doesn't even deserve criticism? *sniffle* the very first Hr/D with a Trory, even possibly the first Harry Potter/Gilmore Girl crossover has been put aside. It would be nice if someone told me what was wrong with the story. I mean, tell me if the basic plot isn't good or something. Yeah, I'll stop ranting now. And yes, this is a desperate attempt for review because I got nothing last chapter and one the chapter before. There, I admitted it.

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"I don't feel so good. Maybe you should go by yourself."

Hermione sent a glare to Rory.

"There is no way I am going to receive anything lower than an A on the next paper. Now get up and stop acting like such a child!"

Rory groaned. "This is going to be one long day."

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"I'm not going."

Draco groaned.

"You've been complaining all night an all morning. You are either going to finish this off now or I am going to seriously have to hurt you."

"Yeah, I would like to see you try."

Draco pulled out his wand and Tristan sighed.

"That's not fair."

"Life isn't either. Now let's go."

*~*~*~*

"If they don't show up in a minute, I'm leaving."

"RORY! They are only 2 minutes late!"

Rory kept looking down at her watch. She then felt overshadowed and looked behind her. Her eye's widened. Out of nowhere showed a man with blonde hair and gray eyes, such of that as Draco's. Beside him was Tristan's father, who she had once encountered that faithful night of junior year. They both seemed to hold this bitter disgust for one-another, and yet, both of them seemed to be oddly linked.

Rory nudged Hermione to turn around. When Hermione saw what Rory saw, she held onto her wand, which was under her jacket, and gripped onto it rather tightly.

"This can't be good."

Tristan's car approached and both boys got out. They eyed towards Rory and Hermione's direction, as they paled to see their fathers. Cautiously, they approached. Tristan's eyes darted to his father.

"What do you want?"

Draco eyed his own father.

"What are you doing here?!"

Both girls tried to move away, but all of a sudden, the two fathers held a firm grasp on them.

"I remember you. You are Richard and Emily's granddaughter. Your that girl Tristan had a picture of on his desk." (S)

Rory's eyes darted to Tristan, giving him a curious look. Lucius had his wand out and froze Hermione.

"You are that filthy little mudblood that ran around Potter and Weasley. Yes, I do remember you, and if I am not correct, you were also the little wench that beat Draco in every subject." (L)

"What are you doing here? For someone who hated the muggle world so much, you sure do contradict yourself by being here." (D)

"If you knew me son, revenge is well worth it all." (L)

"So why did you ally yourself to the enemy?" (T)

"My boy, anything for revenge. You see neither of us takes being deceived well. Even if it means allying yourself to your old enemy, revenge is worth is all." (S)

Draco noticed his father's wand pointing at Hermione.

"Let them go."

Lucius just smirked.

"Tsk tsk, you've only been away from me for a few months and you have already forgotten what I have taught you? Befriending a mudblood? I've now heard it all."

Steven then had an evil look brought upon his face.

"Malfoy, I don't think hurting these boys would be enough. Directly hurting is a tab bit too easy isn't it?"

"What?! Why are you changing your…"

He looked down at both Rory and Hermione. There was malevolence within his eyes. He turned to Draco and Tristan.

"I think there may be a link that would create more suffering. Draco, I know for a fact you have taken liking for this filthy little mudblood, and Tristan is obviously the same with that horrible little muggle."

Tristan jumped up.

"They aren't a part of this!"

"But they very much are now." (S)

Draco pulled out his wand. Without even hesitating, Lucius disarmed him.

"Expelliarmus."

Draco's wand flew away as both boys were helpless. Lucius smirked.

"Not so tough anymore, are you?"

"I think it's about time to leave." (S)

"Yes, well, good-bye." (L)

Pulling out a box disguised as a potkey, they vanished. There was complete fear and anger in both Draco and Tristan's eyes.

"Please tell me that didn't happen."

Draco picked up his wand.

"This is war."