Chapter 3: The Plan DUN DUN DUN!

Draco did indeed have a plan. In fact, he was just beginning the first stages of his plan when Thunder and Lightning arrived. After a quick rest, Thunder was on her way home, and Draco began to read the letter.

Lightning,

Hey. Whoa, deep stuff. Is he a –ahem- dark wizard? He's not forcing you to become a deatheater, is he? He can't do that! Ya know, this girl sounds like someone I know very well. Who knows, maybe she's a rebel at heart and just doesn't get caught. I'm like that. Everybody thinks I'm so innocent, so they never suspect me of doing anything! Sometimes it helps and sometimes it doesn't. Everybody has a naughty side. (snicker) She might not hate you. You of all people should know appearances can be deceiving! It's the same with me. No matter how many times I tell myself it'll never work out, that we'll never be together – there's still a tiny fiber in my body and heart that doesn't believe and doesn't give up hope. Sometimes, I think I see something different in him, but it's gone so quickly, I'm left wondering if it was ever there in the first place. My game? Well, it's sorta like, when we argue, while I'm saying horrible stuff to his face, I'm thinking things I would tell him if he didn't hate me. It's sorta difficult to explain. My birthday is September 19th. So, you're a Gemini, how interesting. What's your plan, I'm just dying to know! I'm not that patient. Write soon!

Thunder

Writing as quickly as he could, he laid his plan out for her. After making sure Lightning knew where to go after delivering the letter, he sent him on his way with a treat.
Hours later, Hermione received the reply she had been waiting for. Shocked, she read the letter numerous times.
Thunder,

Hey. My plan? It's really simple, almost too much so. Right now I'm packing. Then I'll be taking a trip to Dragon Alley, to visit Gingotts and empty my father's account and my own. Then I'll be hiding out for a while. I suppose you have a naughty side, then? That's a very interesting game. I have a version of my own in fact. Yes, I'm proud to be a Gemini. How about you? And I'm pretty sure she hates me. How could she not? She seems so sincere all the time; I don't see how she could hide it. But you are right, it's always possible. There are so many things I don't know about her. Sorry this isn't longer, it's just, I want to get done with everything before my father gets home, and that could happen any time in the near future. Don't try to write back right away. Once I'm done and I've found a good hiding place, I'll write you again, okay? I have to go now. I'll try to get in touch soon.

Lightning

Hermione couldn't believe it. Still shocked, she almost fell over when she heard sharp knocking on her door.

"Hermione?"

"What?"

"Can I come in for a sec?"

"Why?"

"Just cause, come on, please."

"Fine."

Opening the door, she let Beth in. Making herself at home, she sat down at Hermione's desk.

"What did you want?"

"Mum keeps asking me about two nights ago. Can you tell her you let me in around midnight?"

"No! Why should I?"

"Because! Please, I promise, I'll never bother you again."

"Like I haven't heard that before."

"But this time I'm telling the truth! Come on Herms, just this one little thing."

"Stop calling me that!"

"Will you tell her?"

"No."

"Oh, com-"

"No!"

"Fine, be a bitch about it. Next time you want my help you're not gonna get it!"

"You wouldn't give it to me anyways, Beth! Get out!"

"Fine! God, you're just like mum!"

Slamming the door, she left Hermione's room. 'Oh my god, I'm not really am I? No, just pretending. I'll never be like mum or Beth.' She sighed. 'God, I need to get away.' She headed straight for her bookshelf. Pulling out a book called Inkheart, she began to read. Hours later when she finished the thick book, she headed downstairs to get something to eat. She ran into her mum on the stairs.

"Dear, did you let in Beth around midnight two nights ago?"

"Yeah"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Do we have any hot pockets?"

"Yes."

Hermione continued down the stairs. 'Why do I do that? She doesn't deserve my help getting out of more trouble!' Now angry with herself, she forgot the hot pocket and headed to the garage. A good bike ride always let her get away from herself. No thinking required. Just you and the road.

Draco was currently looking in his monstrous closet, trying to find the bag that was charmed to fit about a million different things. Smirking to himself as he found it, he began the long process of neatly folding all his clothes and putting them in the bag. NOT. Shoving all the clothes from his closet into the bag hastily, he dragged it out and began to pack all his other stuff.

Three hours later, he sat on his desk chair, clicked the bag shut, took one last look around his now barren room, and left. Busy with his own thoughts, he didn't hear his father's footsteps coming up behind him. Turning around however, Lucius was now quite hard to miss. He mentally cursed.

How was that? Sorry I was so long in updating. I hate typing! As soon as I upload this chapter, I'm going to start typing the fourth chapter. It'll be interesting, I think you'll like it. I'm trying to make the chapters longer, but I really loathe typing. Now, for notes.

Iluvdanrad…… Like you're life? I can relate. I'm the same way- that's where I got the idea. Sometimes, I get so lost in just thinking about everything that I can't go to sleep. Just last night I was up for hours wondering to myself why. Why? I haven't come up with an answer, have you? Write again and thanks for reviewing! And believe me, you wouldn't want to be my stalker, I'm so messed up. Lol

Samantha Cameron……She is a bitch. She just doesn't realize it. Well, that's not completely true, it's just that Hermione sees her mom as a bitch, so she's portrayed as one. There'll be more on why she's like that. Thanks for reviewing, it was so good to hear from you again!

Lucivar…… You can write with both hands! I used to be able to do that, but in second grade, my teacher made me choose between the two of them and I chose left. I'm not sure why, but I'm trying to teach myself again. It's taking a while. My right hand gets tired really fast. I still think lefties are special! Thanks for your wonderful comments, it just makes my day!

Dizzy