Disclaimer: Yeah yeah yeah… we all know I don't own Harry Potter of Draco Malfy or anything… For full disclaimer, read chapter 1.

Rachel fought every urge to bite her lower lip as Draco walked in the door. She hadn't seen him for years and wasn't sure what to say. He had definitely changed physically. She had always remembered being taller than him, a memory that made her snicker. "Think I'm funny looking, do you?" Draco raised his blond brow over his inviting grey eyes.

"No!" She said as a reflex. "Er.. yes VERY funny, FerretBoy." She stressed the name, teasing him. She had a ferret when they were younger and it always seemed to enjoy snacking on Draco's hands. "PLEASE tell me that you don't have that THING anymore!" He scrunched his nose. "You've changed." He eyed Rachel up and down, face unreadable.

"And..?"

"And... you're a lot shorter than I thought you'd be." He smirked. Rachel refrained from scowling.

"I happen to be 5'7", thank you very much, which is two inches taller than average." She crossed her arms and gave a small "Hmph!" "Pardon me, M'LADY..." He took her right hand, kissing it with a bow. "I did not mean to OFFEND." He sneered and dodged her playful punch.

"God, I never thought I'd say this, but, I MISSED you!" She gave him a small, friendly hug.

"You ready to have your brain bored to death?" He offered a hooked left arm.

"Why of course, LORD Malfoy." She placed her hand on his arm and feigned propriety and nobility.

"Then let us join the party." He gave her the trademark Draco smirk.

There was the entire usual crowd there; Death Eaters all assembled around the grand dining room table, yet dressed in formal evening garb instead of black, hooded robes. The mealtime conversations consisted of politics, the Dark Lords plans, and curses. Oh, and the frequent anti-muggle comments.

"This is all immensely dull…" Rachel muttered to Draco, words inaudible to all others seated nearby. "Who is that girl at the end of the table? She keeps giving me death glares!" Rachel nodded in the direction of the middle of the long table.

"Pansy Parkinson." Draco scoffed. "She has it in her head that we're in love."

"Bully for her." Rachel rolled her eyes. "Has she always looked like..?" Rachel trailed off, searching for an appropriate word.

"Like her jaw wasn't properly attached? Unfortunately." They sniggered. "She's not even that good a lay." Rachel stopped laughing and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"Excuse me?" She most certainly didn't look amused.

"N-nothing…" He blushed a little and then scowled at himself. He didn't know why he cared what Rachel thought about him, she was just a friend. Well, not even a friend, really, they hadn't seen each other for over seven years. They spent the rest of the meal in silence with each other.