Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but do belong to J.K Rowling. With the exception of Jesse and his parents.

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Chapter Two:

An Annoying Trip

The day had started out horrible, and to Draco Malfoy this was a sign that the rest of the day was going to be just as unpleasant. If not even more so. Tussling his blonde hair the now seventeen, and new Hogwarts Head Boy headed down the stairs to hear the news his parents had said they had for him. There was no doubt in his mind that he was not going to enjoy the news he was about to hear. Never did his parents shower him with good news. Whenever they spoke to Draco these last few months it was either to yell at him or to give him bad news, and as far as he was concerned this was going to be just another one of those unhappy times.

Finally having descended the spiral staircase from his bedroom and down into the foyer, Draco headed towards his father's den. The door was cracked and within he could already hear his parents speaking to one another rapidly. It seemed to him that they couldn't say what they wanted to fast enough. He knew had his parents known he was standing outside the door listening in, that their conversation would stop immediately. But for now they were none the wiser and he was free to ease drop. Leaning a bit closer he could hear snippets of the talk happening within.

"Jesse is going to need someone to show him around; How do you expect the boy to know who to talk to and who not too without Draco's help; Of course he will be put in Slytherin why would he not; Oh Draco will be thrilled stop worrying."

These were the types of things his parents were saying to one another. So his dear cousin would be attending Hogwarts this year. What a shock. It was barely audible and yet a small sigh issued from within the blonde. Jesse was a know-it-all, stuck up French schoolboy who thought he was better then just about anyone. Or so Draco had forced himself to believe over the last seventeen years. The two were the same age, but Jesse had him beat by a month exactly, and he enjoyed nothing more then shoving it into Draco's face every chance he got. Draco despised family get together's when he would have to sit and pretend to adore Jesse just like every other member of the family. And what made things worse was Jesse lived in a muggle neighborhood. But his parents were so well respected by Draco's that it didn't even seem to phase them and they liked to make him go and visit…This just wasn't his idea of a good time to any degree. And now the little prince would be making a show at Hogwarts.

"Great…" He thought inwardly before knocking on the door to announce to his parents he was present. "Come in Draco we were just discussing this upcoming school year." He wasn't going to let on that he had heard the scattering conversation from just outside the door, so he simply settled on nodding politely at his father. Manners were very important in the Malfoy home. One toe over the line and you could be sure you were going to be getting the beating of a lifetime. And Draco had surpassed quite a number of lifetimes due to his behavior not being of "Malfoy Standards."

"What about this upcoming year, Father?"

Lucius looked down his long thin nose at his only heir. Draco had to hold back the urge to shudder. When his father looked at him with his piercing gray eyes, it sent his body into a full convulsion. You could just see the evilness of his soul perfectly through those eyes. It was those eyes that had scolded Draco as a young child, it was those eyes that he saw in his nightmares, and it was those very eyes that could make someone spill the deepest secrets of their souls.

"This year your cousin Jesse will be attending Hogwarts with you. And I know that the two of you do not always see eye to eye on most issues, so your mother and I," Lucius glanced over at Narcissa who nodded her head in agreement, "think that you need to go and spend sometime with him before school starts up. You will be leaving this evening, so I expect you to pack."

Draco's breath caught in his throat. Spending time with Jesse sounded as fun as being attacked once more by a hippogriff. Actually he thought to himself being attacked would be much more fun. But he had to keep his composure in front of his parents. It would not do him any good to argue with them, all it would get him was a sound beating. So he resigned himself to nod again and turned to leave the room without a backward glance at the two adults who had just ruined his summer vacation.

As soon as he reached his room however his cool demeanor was dropped and he grabbed his goose feather pillow and screamed as loud as he could into it. Sure it would have been easier to just cast a silencing charm on his room, but logical thinking was something Draco was lacking in his very annoyed state of mind. After a few minutes he pulled himself once more together and began to carelessly pack things away into his trunk. Who cared if things weren't in order? Certainly not him at the moment. He threw the last remains of his homework into the top of the trunk and slammed it shut. This was going to be the worst summer of his life.

Now all the remained were his pet owl and his broomstick. He had convinced his father to buy him his own owl instead of always using the family owl. He now had a little gray owl he had named Magnus, which in Latin means powerful. He grabbed Magnus' cage off of his redwood dresser and grabbed his firebolt, which his father had bought him earlier in the summer, and pointed his wand at his trunk levitating it and heading down the stairs to where he knew his parents would be waiting for him.

"Are you all packed Draco darling?" Narcissa's falsely sweet voice said from the base of the stairs. "Yes mother." Once he had reached the bottom he leaned his broomstick against the wall and placed the birdcage atop of the trunk, which had landed gracefully beside the broomstick. "Everything is packed and ready to go. How exactly am I getting to Aunt Carina's?"

"We are flooing you there of course Draco. Now come darling I want you and Jesse to have as much time together as possible." Draco cringed but either neither of his parents had noticed or they had simply chosen to ignore the sign their son was giving them which indicated he would love anything more then visiting with his cousin. But he had no choice in the matter so he followed behind them obediently, his belongings floating along behind his trudging form.

When he reached the fireplace his father held out a small black leather bag to him and he reached inside grabbing a hand full of the dazzling pink dust. Stepping into the flames he threw down the dust and said loud and clear Carina McKee's. Soon he was spinning around rapidly, the hot air blowing his blonde hair around as he spun more, waiting for the moment when the right fireplace would pop into view. When he got to the right one he stepped gracefully out of the fire and brushed his clothes off, his trunk and other accessories held tightly at his side.

The first thing he saw when he had finally gained enough composure, was his aunt and uncle standing with their arms entwined around one another. Huge smiles were plastered upon their faces, and it became contagious. A lazy smile crossed Draco's lips as his aunt rushed forward and enfolded him into a large hug. The only upside to spending time with Jesse, was spending time with his aunt. She understood him better then any one else in their family, and he always got along wonderfully with her. When he was forced to visit he spent most of his time avoiding Jesse and trying to talk to his aunt Carina.

"Draco, you have grown so much. You are taller then Jesse now." This made Draco's smile even larger. Finally he had grown taller then his annoying cousin. For as long as they had been old enough to compete they had, and Jesse loved to taunt Draco by holding objects above his head to where he knew Draco wouldn't be able to reach. And now with Aunt Carina's exclaiming Draco had finally grown taller and now had something to hold about Jesse. "Oh dear take Draco's trunk and stuff up to Jesse's room. I'm going to take him over to the Granger's house because that's where Jesse said he was going." Grangers! There must be another Granger, she can't mean…No I'm going crazy it's surely someone else.

Draco was having an argument with himself the whole way over the 'The Granger's House.' Muggle neighborhood, muggleborn…Oh please do not let it be the Mudblood. Draco was begging the higher powers that it was anyone but Hermione he was going to come across once he reached the threshold of the little white house.