A/N: So here's my second try at a fanfic. My last one didn't go so well due to lack of updates and the fact that I wrote it at like, 2 a.m. So, happy reading!!!

M1L

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It was the first day of summer, and Hermione Granger woke up to a bright sun ray shining in her eye.

"Ugh. If it's not Lavender waking you up, it's the frickin' sun."

The 15-year-old moped out of bed and walked over to her dresser. She wasn't impressed with the person looking back at her. A mountain of bushy brown hair piled on top of snow white skin. Pale green eyes and light pink lips seemed to get lost in her skinny face. She opened her top drawer and pulled out a locked box. Combination 27-31-21. Click.

Inside the small chest were more eyeliners, mascaras, blushes, eyeshadows, and lipglosses than you could ever imagine.

'I'm so glad school's over,' she thought to herself, 'Now its time to have some fun.'

After finishing her facial transformation, Hermione moved onto her clothes. 'Shorts or mini skirt? Blue or white? Tank top or t-shirt? After argueing with herself for awhile, Hermione decided on a white mini skirt and a black and red tank top. 'Perfect.'

When Hermione sauntered down the steps an hour later, Mrs. Granger was happy to see her daughter looking like a normal teenager again. Even though plenty of other girls at her school wore make-up and pretty muggle clothes, Hermione said she didn't want to violate the Hogwarts dress code.

"Hermione, you look lovely dear."

"Thanks mum. I thought we might be able to go shopping later. I saw these awesome boots in the catalog-"

"Oh dear, I'm afraid today will not work. Didn't you remember that we're going over to the Parks' house for dinner tonight? They want to celebrate you coming home from 'Georgeton's'. Tara will be there."

"Well, you know me. I completely forgot. I'll have to find something to wear. Something a little less me. I do go to boarding school you know." Both Hermione and her mother chuckled. "Tara thinks I wear these clothes behind your back. Will Cal be there?"

Mrs. Granger had expected this question. She had accidently overheard one of her daughter's many phone conversations and knew how much she liked Cal.

"Of course he'll be there, dear. When is he not?"

But Hermione didn't hear the added sarcasm on the end. She had already bolted up to her room, scrambling to find something more conservative, but still within her taste. She couldn't stand the bulky Hogwarts robes. They made her look like a giant drowning in black fabric. (((A/N: No offense to Hagrid and fellow giants))). She reached for her uniform. The skirt went down to her knees and the shirt was a size too big. The stockings were cute, but the chunks or leather she called shoes would never do.

She really wanted to wear the uniform, but it was much too conservative, and she couldn't get a new one if she did anything to alter it. Whatever she did to it now, would have to last through the school year. But if she made it look trashy, everyone at school would think she had changed to be like Pansy the slut. And she didn't want any attention from boys. She was waiting until Cal was available.

'No,' she thought, 'I can do classy and Hermione at the same time...'

About three hours, two yards of cut fabric, and 200 stitches later, Hermione was done. She had tailored the shirt so it hugged her and added sone smaller buttons so she could undo the top. The skirt was about as long as the mini skirt she had worn that morning with threads hanging loose so it looked rough. And after much searching, she had found some pointed toe black shoes that fit in her closet. With the tie and stockings, she looked marvelous.

'Cal is gonna die.'

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Betsy Harris knocked on her godson's door.

"Honey, it's Aunt Bets. Can I get you anything to eat while I'm out?"

The old woman leaned up against the door, hoping to hear some kind of life on the other side. She figured she wasn't going to get a straight answer, something she had learned after him being there for a week.

"Yes?"

Silence.

"No?"

A grunt resounded through the wood.

Betsy was not at all mad that her godson wasn't talking to her. He had just gotten home from school a week ago and found out yesterday that his parents wanted to sign him over to her. They didn't even want visitation rights. In fact, they wrote in their letter that they might get a restraining order against him. All because he had told Dumbledore that the Death Eaters were planning an attack at a wizarding conference in Berlin. Betsy left quietly, hoping he might feel a little better when she got back.

On the other side of the door, the blond hair, brilliant blue-eyed boy lay down, staring at the ceiling. His parent didn't want him anymore. Why would they? He had betrayed the name of Malfoy. Draco knew he would get over this eventually, but for right now, he wanted Aunt Bets to leave him alone so he could think. Aunt Bets was an angel to put up with him. Even his parents couldn't do that much for him.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Draco sat up quickly and looked over to his window. An owl. He recognized that owl. Unfolding the parchment, he was discouraged to find that the note was from Pansy. He'd rather spend a week at the Burrow than see Pansy right now.

Dearest Drakie,

Daddy has just told me about your unfortunate event. I'm really sorry. I'm sure you could come down to the lake with us. I'd help you feel better real quick.

Kisses,

Pansy 3

"Ooooh, Drakie, I'll make you feel better real quick by being the slut I really am. Of course you can only be here from 2-9 because Blaise will be here the rest of the time." Draco couldn't imitate Pansy very well since he still had a knot in his throat from crying himself to sleep last night.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Another owl. But he didn't recognize this one. He sat down on his bed and untied the folded up note and small package.

I miss you.

I'll always love you.

Don't let anyone see this gift.

Simple, but confusing. Hoping the gift would make sense, he unwrapped it quickly. It was a small stone on a silver chain. It was transparent and a divine shade of green. He was aching to know its sender, but there was nothing else written on the wrappings.

Hearing the front door open, Draco tied it around his neck quickly and slid the stone under his t-shirt. He couldn't explain it, but suddenly, he wanted to go help Aunt Bets bring in the groceries.

His aunt seemed inexplicably happy and surprised to see him, and was overcome with joy when he started chatting with her. 'I've got to find out what that boy eats to get so much energy,' she thought.

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A/N: I really need some editing help so give me reviews, I don't care if it's criticism (spelling), just tell me what you think. God, I sound like a shrink. "Tell me how you're feeling..."

M1L