A/N- I know it's been a long time, But my internet died, and I just started my first year of high school, so now that I'm all adjusted and everything here's the chapter.

Draco met Blaise at a local wizarding club that night, called Magik. He and Blaise entered and were greeted by the sound of blaring music, and dancing people. They walked up to the polished metal bar, and ordered two drinks.

A little while after entering the club Draco and Blaise had found two girls to dance with, and all of their problems had drifted away with the beat of the music. But then came a shock to both of them, when they saw Hermione Granger walk in and sit down at the bar. But as soon as she had arrived, she told the bartender something and was gone again.

RIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGG

Draco picked up his cell phone. He despised it, but his mother insisted he kept it, for 'emergencies'. He answered the phone.

'Draco Malfoy speaking, can I ask who is calling?'

'Good evening, Mr. Malfoy, This is Brumilda Brown, Head nurse at St. Mungo's. I have some very bad news. Your mother has died.'

'…………..' There was silence on Draco's end of the line. Then he hung up. He dialed the number for the operator, and asked the operator for the number to the Ministry of Magic, (the operators were witches and wizards, because it was a wizarding phone, I know no such thing, but in this story, you have to use your imagination) and dialed the number that she gave him. She told the lady on the phone to transfer his call to the Minister of magic's office.

'Hello?'

'This is Draco Malfoy.'

'Oh, Good evening sir.'

'Some of your people just arrested my father, what is he going to be charged with?'

'Well, he's going to Azkaban for working with Voldemort, but that's all we have on him.'

'Well, now you can charge him with murder.'

'What do you mean m…urddder…?' He stuttered.

'My mother just died, and it's his fault.' He said as he hung up the phone.

Draco and Blaise then left the club, and returned to Draco's house. When they got to the gate, there came a voice on the intercom.

'Sir?'

' Yes. What is it?'

'A miss Hermione Granger called for you. Said something about it being important.'

Draco threw his BMW into park and picked up his phone. He called the operator again and asked for her number. He dialed it in a haste, and then waited for her to pick up.

'Hello?'

'This is Draco.'

'Oh! Good!'

'Well what's so important?'

'You need to get over here. Fast.'

Hermione told him her address, and he sped off into the night. He stopped when he arrived at a large house, only a tiny bit smaller than his own.

Well who would of thought, Granger is loaded. Hmmmm….

He walked up the path and rang her doorbell, which he could hear booming through the house. She came to the door, in a navy blue t-shirt and black pants.

'Come inside.' She said forcefully.

'Fine.'

She handed him a glass of fire whiskey, she knew that he would need it. He stood in the living room, and took a small sip of the liquid, allowing it to slide down his throat, as he savored the sensation.

'It's about your father.' She spoke clearly, as she re-entered the room from the kitchen.

'He's in Azkaban!'

'No he's not.' She said calmly.

She sat down before she continued to speak, and motioned for him to do the same.

'Voldemort was just there, along with all his Death Eaters. He broke Lucious out.'

Draco was still standing, and for the second time in the week, his glass 'slipped' out of his hands and shattered on the floor. But Hermione simply said a spell, that fixed the glass, and filled it again.

'That's impossible.'

'No it's not.'

'Is.'

'Not'

'Is'

'Not'

'It is too, now shut the hell up before I hex you all the way to Timbuktu.

'TimBuk-Who?'

'Shut-up."

Draco sat down and ran his hair through his hands. This was going to be a long week…

A/N: HA HA HA, what is going to happen to Draco, Hermione, and Lucious? Nobody's knows! Well I do, but I cant tell you, it would ruin the next chapter! REVIEW! Please.