When we got off of the Train, Draco and I looked around for his parents. Problem was, I didn't know what they looked like. Then I saw a tall man with blonde hair like Draco's though it was past his shoulders. The woman next to him was very pretty, and Draco had her nose. They waved at us, and I followed Draco over to them.

"Draco! It's good to have you home for Christmas!" His father said.

I smiled as Draco embraced his mother and father. They looked at me, and smiled.

"Well, my son has good taste. I would like to know more about you." Draco's mother told me.

I smiled. "I can answer absolutely any of your questions."

"I hear that you are Dumbledore's niece." Draco's father said as he led us away from the train.

I nodded. "And I'm an American."

His mother stopped smiling. "Well, you don't act like one."

I didn't know whether to take that as an insult or a compliment.

"Well, Lana, have you ever used Portkey?" Draco asked me.

I shook my head. "What's a portkey?"

Draco smiled and took my hand. "It's a way of transportation since we can't apparate."

"Apparate?" I asked.

He shook his head and smiled. "I'll explain everything when we get home."

So we took a portkey, and then walked the rest of the way to Draco's house, and all of my belongings amazingly made their way there. Draco showed me to my room. I walked in and smiled. It was beautiful. There were lace curtains and a nice end table and large canopy bed. The room was filled with blues and greens, and there was a crystal chandelier.

"Wow, Draco. It's beautiful." I said.

He smiled. "Glad you like it. Now, get dressed. I'm sure you don't want to wear your robes all week."

"Speaking of that, what kind of clothes should I have brought? Fancy, not fancy? Jeans? Slacks? Dresses? Skirts? Blouses?"

Draco laughed. "Lana, just be you. If I like you, then my parents will like you."

"Okay."

****

So that night I wore a T-Shirt with a butterfly on it, and flare blue jeans. Then I pulled up half of my hair in a bun, and let the rest of it hang about my shoulders. Other than that, I just applied lip-gloss, pulled on my flip-flops and I was done.

When I came out of my room, I overheard Draco's parents arguing about me.

"She's Dumbledore's niece, so how can we trust her?" His mother was saying.

"If Draco trusts her, then why shouldn't we?" His father asked her.

"Because she's from America."

"So? Draco fancies her, so we should give her the benefit of the doubt."

"I don't know if I can. She's in Gryffindor, she's got Albus Dumbledore as an uncle, and she's probably a mudblood."

I couldn't listen anymore. Maybe I had made a huge mistake. I crept down the stairs slowly, and then went out the back door. I was hoping to be alone out there, but Draco was out by the pool. He looked over at me and smiled.

"You look really nice." He told me.

I noticed that he was wearing slacks and a nice green button up shirt. He had nice shoes on, and I looked down and realized that I wasn't as cute as he was. I should probably change before dinner. Draco could tell that I was distraught, and he offered me a seat under the tree.

"What's wrong?" He asked me.

"Your mother doesn't like me." I told him.

He shook his head. "Why would you say that?"

"Because I heard her say so. She doesn't trust me, and she thinks that I'm a mudblood, whatever that is."

Draco looked like he had just been slapped. I stood up and turned towards the door.

"I'm going to go change for dinner." I said.

"You look fine like that."

I shook my head. "You and your parents look really nice. I look casual. I'm going to go put on a skirt and a blouse."

"Your brother…Scott…he's a pureblood and your full brother, right?" Draco asked.

"Look, this whole 'blood' thing isn't clear to me, but Matty's my full brother, and my dad is a wizard, and my mother a witch. We all have very magical backgrounds." I told him.

We had a very nice dinner that night, and I could tell that Draco had had an argument with his mother, because she was super sweet to him and me at dinner. Then I went to bed and had a very nice rest.

****

The rest of the week was full of very nice winter days. It snowed that night, and when I woke up, I saw beautiful snowflakes floating outside my window. It was Christmas morning, and an Owl arrived from Dumbledore with my presents for the Malfoys.

I got a white long sleeved dress from Draco's mother, a few ribbons and hair scarves from Draco's father, and a beautiful diamond encrusted locket from Draco.

"Draco it's beautiful! Thank you so much!" I cried, wrapping my arms around him.

Draco blushed. "It was nothing, really."

I smiled and thanked them all. Then they opened my gifts. I had gotten Draco's father a black staff with a metal eagle head on top, his mother a diamond bracelet, and Draco a ring with two snakes on it, one devouring the other.

Draco's father got a tie from his wife, and black leather gloves from Draco. Draco's mother got a necklace from her husband, and a pair of earrings from Draco, while Draco's father gave him a new broom, a Nimbus Two Thousand and One, and his mother gave him a serpent pin.

As we exchanged 'Thank Yous', a small Elf looking creature came into the room carrying hot chocolate. He bowed to us and I smiled at him.

"Hello." I said.

The creature looked at me. "Dobby must say Hello to the young mistress."

I laughed. "You're very cute."

Draco took his and my hot chocolate form the creature, and then ordered him out of the room.

"Nice hired help." I said slowly.

Honestly, I thought that the poor creature could've been spoken nicer to, but it wasn't my house, so I couldn't really complain. I left little presents for him, and they all ended up missing, and the creature would send me little smiles.

"You are sweeter than my masters." He had told me one day. "Even the young master has become nicer."

Earlier that week I had also taught Draco how to make snow angels and snowmen, and we had numerous snowball fights. The most memorable day besides Christmas was the day before the night that I had to pack to go back to Hogwarts.

I threw a snowball at Draco, and it hit him square in the back of the head.

"Draco, for liking to start fights, you can't win at this." I laughed.

He threw a snowball at me, but I ducked and it hit the tree. He smiled, and ran at me, pinning me to the ground. Then he took a handful of snow and dropped it on my face.

"No fair! You cheated!" I cried.

I pushed him off of me and we sat there laughing. Then I wiped the snow off of my face and flung it at Draco. He smiled at me and blushed.

"This week has been really fun."

"Yeah. It's too bad that we'll be going back to Hogwarts. We'll be mortal enemies again."

Draco frowned. "We don't have to be."

"But you, Harry, Ron, and Hermione will still hate each other. At least you, Harry, and Ron."

"But does that mean that we can't be friends?"

I smiled and shook my head. "We can be friends."

After dinner that night, I packed, and I spent one last night in the beautiful room that I had been sleeping in for the past week. I smiled and had good dreams that night.

When I woke up the next morning, it was bright and early, and I wore the outfit that I had changed into the day that I had arrived. I was excited to be going to see my parents. And then it would be off to Hogwarts again. Spending time with Draco had been fun, but I was looking forward to seeing my parents and Chelsea, and then Harry, Ron, and Hermione again.

At the Train Station, Draco's parents each gave me a hug goodbye, and then I boarded the Train. I was off to see my parents.

****

When I got off of the train that time, my parents ran to me, and so did Chelsea, so I was suffocated with love from my parents, and my little sister—not to mention Scott.

"I love you too, guys." I told them.

They beamed, and then we grabbed my things, and piled into the car.

"So how was your first week at the Weasleys?" I asked Chelsea.

"Awesome. Ginny is totally cool." She told me. "Where were you?"

"I was at the Malfoys." I said.

"The Malfoys?" My father asked.

He didn't seem too pleased.

"Yeah. I met Draco Malfoy at school, and then I spent the first week at his house. Dumbledore said that he would send you an owl and tell you where I was." I explained.

"Was there anything suspicious about them?" My father asked me.

"Well, his mom didn't like me very much. His father was kind of weird, but Draco stood up for me. They had a House Elf, which I do think is wrong. Shouldn't they have rights too?" I asked.

My mother smiled. "At least you thought about that."

"So you spent a week with the Malfoys?" My father asked.

I nodded. "Who's stupid and slow now, Dad? Is there something wrong with that? I mean, they were very nice to me, and Draco and I had a blast. They didn't do any dark magic or anything, which is what people are afraid of at school."

"Nothing, Lana." My father said quickly.

I was confused. He was acting really weird. What was up with him?

"Draco Malfoy is actually a very powerful Slytherin." Scott spoke up.

"Is he?" My mother asked.

"Yeah. Not more powerful than me, but he's got power and spunk." Scott explained.

"Plus attitude coming out the kazoo." I laughed.

Scott laughed too, and then he poked me in the ribs.

"Hey!" I cried.

"He behaved himself?" Scott asked, and I just nodded.

"Okay. Oh, I got you all presents!" I said.

I took out a bracelet for Chelsea that I had made out of transfigured beetles, and a collage of pictures of Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I, for my mother and father, and I got Scott a green pin with an emerald on it. They were very happy, and then we pulled up to our house. Still very much Muggle, if you ask me, but really nice.

I walked inside and set my stuff in my room. I had missed my posters of Muggle Actors, and bands, and wow, I had gotten very used to saying the word, "Muggle". Chelsea came up and sat on my bed.

"So, Draco Malfoy. Who is he?" She asked.

"Just some guy at school." I said.

"Dad seemed to be uneasy with the name 'Malfoy'."

I nodded. "He did. There's probably something about Lucius that we don't know, and that dad won't tell us."

Chelsea nodded. "Hey, at least we can do things together next year."

I smiled. "Yeah. That will be awesome. You can meet Harry, Ron, and Hermione."

"And Draco."

I laughed. "Yeah, since you'll never let that go."

"Well if you and Scottward can like him, then so can I." Chelsea said.

That night we had a wonderful family dinner, and Chelsea, Scott and I opened the presents that we hadn't gotten to open until now. We had all gotten sweaters from mom, and dad had gotten us books on the Ministry. I slept peacefully that night, and I missed Arwen. Random thought, but I did. She was with Oliver at that moment in time. I missed Oliver too. All right, I'll stop now.

****

For the rest of the week, I kept up with feeding the dogs, cats, hamsters, and fish, and Chelsea, Scott and I had tons of snowball fights. None of us even thought about my going back to Hogwarts after Christmas break.

I had just been pelted with a snowball.

"Chelsea! You had better not come out where I can see you!" I told her.

She did though, and I hit her in the face with a snowball. Like always, she started to cry, because a snowball to the face hurts really badly. I ran after her, and slumped in the chair.

"Be more careful with your snowballs, Lana." My father told me.

"I know, dad. I'll be more careful next time. I didn't mean to pelt her in the face. It was all clean fun until I hit her because I aimed badly." I said.

"It wasn't nice!" Chelsea said.

I sighed. "I said I was sorry."

My mother smiled. "Sibling rivalry."

"More like Sister rivalry." My father told her.

I smiled. "More like it."

"So, Lana, how has school been?" He asked.

I smiled. "It has been a totally awesome experience! I love it! I already wrote and said that I was in Gryffindor, but I'm best friends with Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger. I learned about Muggles, and Portkeys, and how to transfigure beetles into beads."

My father smiled, and hugged me.

"That's wonderful, Lana." He said.

I beamed. "Thanks Dad. And to think that what I used to be most worried about was math! Now I have to make sure that I don't hurt someone too badly with a spell."

He laughed. "Yes, that's important."

"Want to have a snowball fight?" I asked him.

He nodded. "Sure. But I'll win."

"I doubt it!" I cried.

I ran outside, grabbed a handful of snow, and threw it at him, but he ducked, and pelted me with one. I tried again, but missed again. Needless to say, he won.

"Wow, you're a great shot, Dad." I said.

He smiled. "Thanks. Now let's go in and get some hot chocolate."

"Sure thing."

"So how has school been for you Scott?" Dad asked as we all sat down and drank hot chocolate.

"Pretty good, Dad. I have the highest grade in Potions as always—at least in my year—Lanni's starting to be the best student ever. It's kind of annoying to know my lil sis is outshining me." Scott said sipping his drink.

"Oh get over it!" I told him. "Just watch—pretty soon Snape will be begging me to help him teach his classes."

"Severus isn't like that." My mother said.

"You're right, Marcia." My father agreed. "He wouldn't mind telling you you're great though—he seems to like our family."

My mother blushed, but nobody said anything more about it.