AN: Well, here I am again, giving another chapter to my THREE solitary reviewers. Of course, there are the likely silent readers out there, who are most likely lazy, because they don't take the very small amount of time (probably less than a minute) that it takes to review a chapter to tell me what they think. (And I KNOW that there HAS to be silent readers out there, because there is NO WAY that, out of the 155 people who have me on their Author Alert list, only THREE of them found this story interesting - I very much appreciate the 3 people who DO review, however. For one thing,I know that there was more than 3 people reviewing Malfoy's Twin, the prequel, and they were ALL eager to read the sequel, as they told me soin REVIEWS.)

Disclaimer: What are the chances of me actually owning Harry Potter? I think you all can deduce for yourselves that I don't.

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As Thanksgiving approached and Cassandra had filled Draco in on everything that had happened in the time period of his amnesia, with some memories of his own, Cassandra began to miss her old family more and more. Even though she knew that her "mother" wasn't her real mother, nor her "father" was her real father, she loved them dearly and she hadn't seen them since the third week of August, although communicating occasionally by owl. She discussed this longing with Draco one Saturday while walking around the grounds. It was unseasonably warm for November.

"Draco, I just don't know what to do about this . . . there's a United States holiday coming up, Thanksgiving, and I'd always celebrated it with my family. But now that I'm here in England, it's not like I can just hop on the train and go home. And, I mean, they aren't even my real family. And plus, what would I do with out magic for that time?" she asked Draco, who was listening patiently.

"Well, Cassandra, I think the best thing to do would be to go home for Thanksgiving. It's what I would do. I mean, if you miss your family that much, what better to do than to go see them?" he responded.

"Good point, but I would have to get permission from the Headmaster. It might not be a good enough reason to him for me to miss school." Cassandra was now getting worried that she might not get to see her family at all.

"Cass, he's so lenient, he'd probably let you go home if you had a headache," said Draco jokingly. Cassandra laughed.

"I suppose you're right. I just hope I can get a hold of him to talk to him – he might have changed the password to his office since we arrived last time," said Cassandra seriously. "I think I'll go now, before it gets too short notice." Cassandra got up, closely followed by Draco, and they both headed for the castle.

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Ron walked aimlessly around the halls, pretending to do his prefect duties when he was really not paying any attention to where he was going or what he was doing. He was too busy thinking about Hermione, about him and her.

That little episode in the common room was a total accident, but he couldn't help but notice his liking it – not the falling part or the heavy chair on his back part, those were both kind of painful – what he liked was the kiss that he and Hermione had shared, if you could even call it that. He had always felt weird around Hermione, but then again, he had felt strange around all girls – him and the female race had never really gotten along that well, so it was a miracle when he and Hermione had become friends. But now, now there was an inkling of them being more than friends, and that accidental kiss had initiated it. 'Or maybe,' Ron thought, 'it had been there all along, and that just made it stronger.'

He made up his mind: he had to talk to Cassandra about this. She was his only other trustworthy female friend, so she might be able to help him out. The only problem was, he didn't know where she was at the moment, and he wanted to talk to her immediately. He knew where Harry was, however, and Harry knew where the Marauders' Map was. Ron did an abrupt about face and walked briskly back towards the common room.

He was just passing the entrance to Dumbledore's office when he saw Cassandra at the end of the corridor. Excellent, he wouldn't have to detour now!

"Cassandra!" he called to her, and began jogging towards her. Upon arriving in front of her, she looked at him, very confused.

"What Ron?" she asked curiously.

"I need to talk to you alone, someplace private, immediately," he said. Cassandra thought she knew what he might be saying, and tried to end the conversation right then.

"Look, Ron, I don't like you in that way, and I really need to . . ." but Ron cut her off.

"No, no, no, it's not that!" said Ron hurriedly. "I just need your help with an issue of mine. Now can we please, like, go outside or something, so we can talk?" he asked, and he put on his best puppy dog face.

"Well, all right, come on," said Cassandra, and she turned around and began walking in the direction that she had just come from, Ron close behind her.

Once they got outside and were underneath a tree, although it wasn't providing much shade, since all the leaves had fallen off, Ron began to tell Cassandra about what he had been feeling.

"Cassandra, something happened in the common room last Monday that really . . . well, let me explain it first. See, Hermione was helping me with homework, and I was leaning back in my chair and lost my balance, and I fell right on top of her, and we kind of accidentally . . . kissed," he finished sheepishly.

Cassandra tried to look as though this story wasn't new to her. "How do you 'accidentally' kiss someone, Ron? Seems a bit unlikely to me."

"It was just the way we landed, stop trying to complicate things! Anyway, ever since then, I've not been able to think about anything but her, and I get flustered when I talk to her. Is that just because I'm embarrassed about it or, or something else?" he asked, not meeting Cassandra's eyes. Cassandra smiled to herself . . . Harry was right; it was only a matter of time before they were finally together.

"Well, Ron, it could be both. Hermione was wrong, perhaps you do have a bigger emotional range than just a teaspoon," said Cassandra. "And look at me. I can't talk to you properly if I can't see your face." Ron looked up to her slowly.

"I'm just so confused, Cassandra . . . I'm not exactly sure what the 'something else' emotion is, but I know it's there."

"Ron, have you ever stopped to consider that it might be something like love?" asked Cassandra quietly.

"W-what? Love? Cassy, I – I don't think so . . . Hermione's like, my best friend . . ." protested Ron.

"Ron, it's always best to be friends before you date someone, that's a good policy to follow," said Cassandra. "I know I follow it. As a matter of fact, before now, I had never dated anyone." She knew that this would be the right time to tell Ron about her and Harry. It was only fair that he knew.

"So you mean that you're dating someone now, and you were friends with them first?" asked Ron, suddenly quite curious.

"Yes, and I know for a fact that I'm going to marry him later on in life."

"Let's not jump to conclusions, Cass," said Ron jokingly.

"Good point. Anyway, my point is that being friends first is a good thing."

"Right. Um, Cass, if you don't mind me asking . . ." Ron trailed off.

"Who am I dating?" supplied Cassandra.

"Yeah. I mean, you don't have to tell me, I'm just curious," he said hastily.

"Oh, I don't mind telling you. Hermione's already figured it out. It's Harry. Harry and I are dating," said Cassandra casually.

"Harry?" said Ron, shocked. "Gee, I never saw that one coming. I hope you two are happy together."

"So you approve, then?"

"Of course I do. I've really got no control over you. It's Ginny I'm worried about," said Ron. "Now, can we get back to the topic at hand?"

"Right. So, you're wondering whether or not you are simply embarrassed about what happened or if you are actually in love with Hermione. I, personally, think it's the latter option, with perhaps a hint of embarrassment added in," said Cassandra.

"Okay, but I still think 'love' is too strong a word."

"I don't, you should see all the hints in the books . . . they're everywhere!" said Cassandra.

"But, how do I know that she feels the same way about me?" asked Ron, sounding worried.

"I'll do a little double-agent work myself and find out if she does or not, and I'll make it nice and easy for you," said Cassandra, winking at him. "Besides, I don't know how she couldn't! You are quite handsome, you know." Ron blushed.

"Thanks. What should I do if she does, well, feel that way about me?"

"Ask her out, silly! And be sure to buy her something while you're out. It doesn't have to cost dozens of Galleons, just show her that you're thinking of her. But don't buy her something that's really cheap either, you'll make her think she isn't worth anything. I'm really getting ahead of myself, just come to me for advice once she's accepted your invitation to go wherever. I would suggest taking her to Hogsmeade, myself. I love it there," advised Cassandra.

"Thank you so much, Cassandra! This really helped!" said Ron, rising.

"You're welcome, I'm glad I could be of assistance. I'll tell you when I've made a breakthrough with Hermione, all right?" said Cassandra, also rising.

"Okay. Thanks again."

"No problem. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to," said Cassandra, and she headed back towards the castle. Meanwhile, Ron was left by the tree, pondering everything Cassandra had said.

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After Cassandra had made off for the castle, Draco had been thinking about her decision to go back to her home. It certainly was daring of her to simply try to take off of school for two days or more for a holiday that no one outside of the States celebrated. Professor Dumbledore might not have even heard of it before. But then again, the aged Headmaster seemed to know everything. It was while Draco was thinking about all of this that he began to think about her old family, and how they must be terribly worried about her, and if she had found her family okay. She had never told him if she had informed her parents about finding out about him or not. They might want to meet him. It was then that Draco made a very, very bold decision.

He was going with her, no matter what Professor Dumbledore said.

He immediately began sprinting back up to the castle, hoping to catch up with her before she got all the way to Dumbledore's office.

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Cassandra was again walking towards Dumbledore's office, in the same corridor where she had first been interrupted. She hoped that she wouldn't be delayed even further, but more so she hoped that she wasn't interrupting Dumbledore in the middle of any important paperwork or something. Just as she stopped in front of the gargoyle marking the entrance to his office, she heard her name being shouted from the far end of the corridor.

"CASSANDRA! WAIT A MINUTE!" Came Draco's call. She leaned back against the wall and waited for him to catch up to her. Great. He even knew what she was doing and he was keeping her from it.

"Thank goodness you haven't gone into his office yet! I thought you would have been up there by now!" he said, panting.

"I got sidetracked. So, what brings you to try to talk with me before I have my little chat with Dumbledore?" asked Cassandra, and Draco could tell she was annoyed.

"Cass, I want to go with you, when you go back home. I'm going with you," he panted.

"Whatever would make you want to do that?" asked Cassandra, standing up straight.

"Cassandra, have you told them that you've found out who your family was?"

"Yes, but I didn't tell them who. Why?"

"Well, don't you think they'd want to meet your brother?" asked Draco. "Plus, it would be nice to experience an American holiday," he added.

"Look, as good of an idea as that is, and as much as I'd love for you to come, what makes you think Dumbledore would allow it?"

"You just have to be persuasive, and I'm a very persuasive person. In fact, if you let me do the talking, I think I'll even be able to make him let us use magic while we're gone. After all, wouldn't you want to show your parents all you've learned?" said Draco with a smirk.

"Okay, I'll let you try to persuade Dumbledore. But don't expect him to say yes," warned Cassandra.

"Don't worry."

"Earwax," said Cassandra, turning to the gargoyle. It didn't move. Cassandra and Draco looked at each other, then back at the gargoyle.

"Darn you! He must have changed the password after we guessed it before!"

"Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans!" guessed Draco.

"Drooble's Best Blowing Gum!"

"Chocolate Frog!"

"Acid pop!"

"Sugar Quill!"

"Life Savers!"

"Life Savers?" repeated Draco.

"It's a muggle candy."

"Um . . . Toffee!"

"Gummy worms!" At the look on Draco's face, Cassandra clarified herself. "Another muggle candy."

"Blood pop!"

"Are you two looking for me?" came a voice from behind them. They both turned around and saw Professor Dumbledore standing there, his eyes twinkling and a smile on his face.

"Yes, Professor, we wanted to talk to you about something," said Cassandra.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry I wasn't around to answer your call, I was attending to some business on the third floor. Peeves was causing a little bit of havoc," said the Headmaster. "So, let's go up to my office, shall we? Orange sherbert," he said to the gargoyle, and it moved aside to reveal the spiral staircase. He began the ascent, and Cassandra and Draco followed. Once all three were seated in armchairs, Dumbledore behind his desk and Cassandra and Draco facing him, they began to discuss what Cassandra had been waiting so long for.

"So, what is it you two wanted to tell me?" asked Dumbledore.

"Well, sir, you know that my old family lives in America, and there is a holiday that is coming up soon – a week and a half from now, next Thursday – that we celebrate there," said Cassandra.

"Thanksgiving, I believe it is?" Dumbledore inquired.

"Yes, and, before I came here, it was a time where every year I got to see my whole family. So, professor, I was just wondering if I could, well, go home for Thanksgiving – leave Thursday and then come back on Sunday."

"Well, as long as you have someone who can give you your work, I see no problem in that," said Dumbledore.

"Sir, there's one more thing," said Cassandra. "Since – since Draco is my brother and all, and my parents – my adoptive ones - have been wondering who he is, I was wondering if he could tag along?"

"Well, Miss Malfoy, he can come with you for one day – just for the Thursday, but after that he must return straight back to Hogwarts. I can only allow any guests to be there for the minimum amount of time. And Mister Malfoy is the only guest I am permitting you to take, and you may take him only because he is your brother. Do both of you understand?"

Cassandra and Draco nodded.

"Now, I daresay, Miss Malfoy, that you would be wanting to show your parents what you have learned and assure them that Hogwarts isn't such an awful place after all, so I am allowing you to use simple charms only. I repeat, only use simple charms, such as cleaning spells or any other sort of convenience spell. Anything more powerful, such an advanced Transfiguration spell or any advanced Defense Spell, you will be sent a notice from the Ministry of Magic. I will contact them and tell them to wave any minor magic they detect in your house, since your adoptive parents are aware that you are a witch. But Mister Malfoy, you are forbidden to do any magic whilst you are there unless it is a dire emergency. Again, do both of you understand?"

They both nodded again.

"Good. Now, what time would you like to arrive at your home on this particular Thursday?" asked Dumbledore.

"Well, I'd say that it would be nice if it was 10:00 in the morning there," responded Cassandra.

"Well then, I'd suggest you leave here around 3:00 in the afternoon, then, since we are five hours ahead of your time, Cassandra. You will be going by portkey, so it will be almost instantaneous travel. Meet me here in my office around 2:45 that day, and we'll go over all of this again, to make sure neither of you forget it. So, I believe that is everything of importance. See you two then," said Dumbledore, and the two teens rose from their chairs and exited the office.

"Well, that went much better than I expected," said Cassandra.

"No kidding, I didn't say anything!" exclaimed Draco.

"I guess I'm more persuasive than you thought," Cassandra replied with a smirk, and walked ahead of him.

"But, orange sherbert, what kind of a password is that?" asked Draco. 'It's not even a candy!' he thought.

"Well, it could be a flavor of a candy, so it's close enough to being a candy," responded Cassandra.

Draco stopped dead in his tracks and looked right at Cassandra.

'Cassandra, look at me,' he thought, and she turned around.

"What?" she asked.

'I'm not saying anything,' he thought to her. Her eyes widened.

'Oh God . . .'

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AN: YES! FINALLY DONE! I thought I would never finish it! A whopping 2,927 words! A little above average. Don't know how long until the next update, but hopefully it will be within a 2 week time period. I like this story too much to abandon it.