A/N: Hello. Sorry it took so long to post this chapter. My computer and I had an arguement on whether I should go on the internet or not and it won for a couple days. But then that little yellow AOL guy came and saved the day, so now it's working. YAY!

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Hermione was lying down on Tara's bed. She had actually locked herself in there. She couldn't believe how embarrassed she was. She had been down in the basement with Cal and Tara playing poker when Mrs. Parks called Cal upstairs.

"Finally." Tara turned to Hermione. "I thought we'd never get rid of him. I was hoping you would take this gift. Cal gave it to me and I really don't like it and I know I'll never wear it so I was hoping someone could put it to use."

Hermione looked down at the sparkling gem. It was bright red on a polished gold chain.

"Tara, it's magnificent! Why wouldn't you want it?"

"Mione, you of all people should know that red isn't my color."

After a long bout of persuasion, Hermione accepted the beautiful gift with sincere thanks. And when Cal came back downstairs, she hid it, not wanting to hurt his feelings.

A couple minutes later, Mrs. Parks called Tara up to set the table. Oh my gosh, alone with Cal. They were sitting on the couch, talking about not wanting to ever go back to school when Cal pretended to yawn. Hermione had to stifle laughter as he pulled the classic trick of reaching up and putting his arm around her shoulder. Instead of bursting out laughing, she looked up at him and smiled. But it was short lived, as she noticed where he was staring.

"You pervert! My face is up here!"

"Who'd want to look at your face? You've just, changed so much since last summer."

She knew he wasn't referring to her personality. She stood upright and started to walk out of the room, but he was faster and grabbed her arm.

"You shouldn't be in such a tizzy. Having a 17-year-old impressed with, ahem, you, is quite a compliment. What girl would mind?"

"Me, Cal Parks. You slimy ass faced son of a-"

She didn't finish the last part of her sentence. Jerking her arm out of his grasp, she made her way up the stairs, ignoring when Cal yelled out that she was a thief. She made her way up to Tara's room and locked the door behind her.

Later, when the rest of the party noticed her absence, they came upstairs to investigate.

"Hermione, dear, please come out of Tara's room and tell us what happened," pleaded Mrs. Granger.

"Probably PMS."

"CAL!!!!!"

"Sorry mum."

"Hermione, please come out of my daughter's room. I don't appreciate my house being a hormonal warzone."

"Why don't you have Cal explain what happened, Mrs. Parks. He doesn't seem to care about any thing. Or anyone for that matter."

"She's lying. She stole Tara's necklace. Now she thinks I was, you know, staring at her, well, in a place she didn't appreciate."

"LIAR! You know you were and..."

She said no more, because the sound of retreating footsteps told her everyone was gone. Mad that everyone had abandoned her, she climbed out the front window, out of view of anyone in the house. Luckily, her house was only a block away, so she walked that way, opened the back door, climbed the steps to her room, lay down on her bed and cried. No one believed her.

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After a satisfying meal with Aunt Bets, Draco headed back to his room to practice electric guitar. When he got tired of that, he pulled out a piece of parchment and started scribbling away.

Pansy. This is Draco replying to your earlier letter. I'm sorry to say I won't be able to join you on vacation because I no longer hang out with people who deserve to go to hell. And get over the fact that you're not my girlfriend anymore. That was six days. As for my business with my parents, keep your dirty nose out of it. I don't need anymore freaks, murderers, or sluts in my life.

Have a jolly wretched summer,

Draco

Writing this made him feel much better. He slid over to his bed and pulled up the covers. His huge quilt and sheets should have been warm enough, but he still felt a strange chill. He got up and walked over to his window. 'It couldn't be,' he thought, 'not them again.' He was referring to the cloaked figures in his front yard. They were wearing death eater's cloaks. One of them started to glide towards the front door. Draco was in too much shock to react.

Bang! Bang!

At least they were polite enough to knock. The only thing that brought him back down to earth was the sound of Aunt Bets undoing the locks on the front door.

"Bets. Don't open the-"

Too late. There was a bright green light that lit up the front yard, revealing a small army of death eaters. Draco frantically searched for his wand. He was so thankful his father had taught him how to apparate in fourth year.

"Don't even bother, young traitor," came a voice from outside the door, "There is a spell around this property that prevents anyone from using magic to get in or out. You'll just waste time before we kill you."

It couldn't be as simple as that. Suddenly his necklace felt like it was choking him.

'I've got to get out of here,' he thought.

There was a flash of lime green light, and he was gone. He appeared just seconds later in a pink room, next to a bed, listening to a girl cry.

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I know it's short but the next part I wrote is totally different so it would either be short or seventeen pages. I LOVE REVIEWS AND REVIEWERS! I don't care what it is (unless your d-l-d or ato).

Happy Reading,

M1L