Author's note: Okay, I just saw one mistake in my last chapter. Near the end I put "no" when it should have been "know"… Okay, I didn't read over the whole thing, I was just searching for where I should Previously it… :) Well, please review and constructive criticism is all right.

And yes, I know in the books that Ginny was a year younger than Hermione. If you can recall, in the first chapter in the letter from Hermione's real parents, it says that they (Hermione and Ginny) were part of a failed plan. Later in the story, the girls will find out this plan and that will explain the age. Mmkay? Okay. ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that JK Rowling owns, go figure!

Previously: She pondered that idea. It had just hit her. It was… her fault? No, well, yes, it was. She pressured them to come. She told her mother she hated her. It was my fault, she thought.
An owl came to her window, tapping lightly. She hadn't been in touch with the outside world for a week. If she put herself through exile before, now was even worse. Mindlessly, she let it in, took its letter, and gave it a treat. She couldn't help but watch as it flew away with such grace. Back to reality, she opened the letter.

Hermione,

We will agree to your terms. If you set them and come to our house and tell us, we will agree to them as long as you agree to ours. Okay?

Your Parents

It seemed so formal and uncaring. She pulled a face at it, then considered the thought. Terms? Why would I live with them at all? Then again, I don't want tolive alone.

"Okay," Hermione sat formally at the picnic table outside the Daniels' house. Ginny was by her side. She was prepared to set her so-called "terms" and to listen to theirs. "Now, I'll come and live with you, Ginny too, but we don't promise to always be pleasant. We refuse to forget anything about our pasts. We refuse to ever show hatred towards our friends that we have come to make over the years. I will not call you Mom or Dad. I had a mom and a dad and they will not be replaced. And, you cannot buy me off."

"Don't expect to hear a mom or dad from me either and money will do nothing for me. I grew up without much. What will it do for me now?"

Their parents nodded. "Now, for our terms," Casper started, "you must attend parties that we tell you to attend. You will act civilized to the people there, no matter what they have impressed upon your past. You will do everything we say for we often deal with matters of important business. You will be resorted upon return to Hogwarts and where you end up is where you end up. I suggest you keep an open mind to all former enemies and do not try to give clothes to our house elves," he looked at Hermione, "we cherish them."

"Fine," Hermione and Ginny said simultaneously, immediately thinking of Fred and George Weasley.

"When will you be moving?"

"Is today fine?"

"Marvelous." There was something he wanted, Hermione could tell and by the look Ginny gave her, she knew Ginny could too.

"Is there something happening any time soon?"

"No, dear, of course not," their mother had just lied to them. Hermione looked her square in the eye, trying to break, her before standing and leaving to go to her house and retrieve her things. Ginny followed suit.

Hermione looked around her room. She had a whole floor to herself, the fourth floor to be exact. Ginny was on the third floor and their parents resided on the second. Each floor had its own kitchen, master bathroom and bedroom, exercise area, entertainment room, and guest room.

She flicked her wand and watched as her clothes flew into their proper drawers. She noticed things were already hanging in the closet and therefore went to check it out. Clothes of every type (jeans, shorts, mini skirts, regular skirts, fancy dresses, sun dresses, pajamas, and many types of shirts) were hung. She couldn't help but smile.

She walked to her vanity and opened a few drawers; make up that did not belong to her filled a few. A silver hairbrush that had an intricate design on one side was laid neatly on top and a drawer held a set of things that matched it. She carefully put the brush with its set and placed her own things on the top.

Now, she sauntered to the bookshelf that took up a quarter of her wall in length and all of her wall in height. She was amazed at all the books, most of which she hadn't yet read and some she had once searched for but could not find due to them being banned from the wizarding world. Trust rich purebloods to keep them in possession.

Hermione smiled as Ginny came into her room. "This place is astounding. Have you seen your bathroom? The tub is like a swimming pool! I think I could get used to living here."

"Yeah," Hermione grinned.

A house elf, whom Hermione recognized to be Tinker, popped into Hermione's room.

"Dinner is ready, Miss… and Miss," Tinker added, noticing Ginny and bowing deeply.

"Thank you, Tinker." They bounded down the stairs. The dining room was huge, containing a long table that claimed the middle. Two white candles decorated the table near either end. Their parents had chosen to sit at one end. Hermione and Ginny sat across from them.

"Do you girls like your rooms?" Lana inquired with curious eyes.

"It's fantastic," beamed Ginny.

"Yes, it is." Hermione eyed her "parents" as the food came out.

Halfway through the meal, Casper spoke. "So, one of our close friends is having a party for his boy. The parents will remain on the first level and the teens on the third. We must make you go. It's his birthday."

"Whose birthday?" asked Hermione, believing this to be what they would before not say.

"Um… Draco Malfoy's," Lana cleared her throat.

"Draco Malfoy's party? They expect me to go to Draco Malfoy's party? How can they expect that?" Hermione was pacing Ginny's room.

"You signed a contract."

"Well, everything seems to cancel out, don't you think?"

"Yes, but now is not the time to bring that up to them."

"Ugh. Why do you want to go to this?"

"Who said I did?"

"One, you aren't protesting it very heavily. Two, I'm your twin. I can feel it. Three, I've known you forever, Ginny."

"Okay, okay. I think it'll be fun."

"Fun, how will it be fun?" Hermione stopped pacing to stare incredulously at Ginny.

"We can toy with Malfoy and Co. They don't know who we are," Ginny smirked.

"I knew there was some reason I liked you Ginny Daniels," Hermione grinned slyly at her friend. They began to sift through clothes to decide what Ginny would where before going to Hermione's room to decide on her outfit.

Author's note: Okay, there it was. I wanted the party to be in the next chapter…. Maybe give you a little suspense. I want a lot of reviews and while I am going to start the next chapter now, I still want them… maybe even double since I might give you two chapters. Please and thank you.

Love,

Heather!