Get Off My Cloud
1
Micayla Jagger had been born into a rich family with money, connections and reputation. She had been the perfect daughter for Sir Michael Phillip Jagger and Lady Jezebel Jagger. All Michael had wanted from his daughter was a pretty face, and an obedient nature. The perfect daughter he had gotten however was gorgeous, and cunning. She had brown, almost black hair that reached the middle of her back, and porcelain skin. Her eyes were a deep blue, and they seemed to tease you. Her eyes held the perpetual taunt of "I know something you don't know". And most of the time she did. Her eyes were framed with dark thick eyelashes. Her lips were soft and full. They were naturally red. Micayla had high defined cheekbones and she was tall and slender. She wore confidence and grace like a great pair of heels, and she took compliments like it was her right. She was still one of the most charming people you could ever hope to meet and she was practically always 'high on life'. But that day she was quiet and distant. Ok, she was sulking. It was her 17th birthday and she had just discovered two very upsetting things. One, she and her family were moving away from Los Angeles, and going to England, and two, her long distance boyfriend of five years had visited for the Easter holidays again, but this time he had gotten her pregnant.
'God, Draco. What the hell have we gotten ourselves into this time?'
Her father and mother knew, they were there when they had the results. They had been great. After the shock, her father had been extremely understanding. He liked Draco Malfoy. He thought he was a nice polite boy, but more importantly, he made his baby girl happy. So, at her father's command, they were moving to England, so that the father of the baby could talk to her and be with her. Jezebel had only agreed so that Draco could face the consequences.
Jezebel and Narcissa Malfoy had been best friends since the age of five, and when Michael and Jezebel had decided to got to America during the War, Narcissa had helped them pack. Narcissa actually went into labour while she was visiting. She had delivered baby Draco in the hall of the Jagger mansion. Lucius and Michael were also great friends. Michael felt sorry for Lucius, during the war he had been risking his life and family to spy on Voldemort for Dumbledore, and he still hadn't been recognised for it. Severus, Lucius and Michael had been the quiet studious ones in their year, and they all despised The Marauders. But, with most of the marauders dead, and Lucius and Severus being spies they had always been thought of as evil, or mean or vicious. Being in Slytherin didn't help. Nor did it help that the Marauders were the precious Gryffindors.
During the war, Jezebel had conceived a child, and so Michael had packed and moved to Los Angeles. They had found the perfect house, and even better, there was a Three Point Academy was close. Three Point Academy was one of the most prestigious magic schools in America. When their child was old enough it would attend school there. Nine months later, a girl was born. And to carry on in Jagger tradition, they named her Micayla. The very first Jagger was named Michael, and he named his daughter Michelle, who named her daughter Micayla. And so on and so forth. And thus a tradition was started; the first child would be named from the first.
Five years later, young Draco was old enough to use floo powder, and he visited the Jagger house. Micayla and Draco were inseparable after that. Micayla wanted to move to England and Draco wanted to move to America. At the young age of twelve Draco had asked Micayla out. Ever since then, the two of them had spent every Christmas and Easter holidays together.
But now Micayla didn't want to see Draco, and she didn't want to go to England. Actually, she desperately wanted to see Draco, but she didn't want to burden him. And that was all a pregnant girlfriend could do.
"Dad, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean for any of this to happen." Micayla said to fill the silence.
"Its ok, sweetie. Nobody means for anything like this to happen at your age." He replied., giving her arm a reassuring squeeze. They were sitting on the couch, waiting for the delivery men to finish packing all their furniture.
"Sir, were all done here. We have men already working on your new house. If anything is wrong, just owl me." And with a nod of his head the delivery guy apparated away. Micayla sighed. Mom had gone a day earlier, to prepare the house early, so it was just her Dad and her in the big house. "Baby? Are you ready to go?" her dad asked her. Micayla just nodded her head. She took a deep breath. "Dad? Will Draco be there?" She asked. She had informed Draco of her pregnancy by owl, and she had received no reply.
Micayla still loved Draco, but she didn't blame him for not replying. "I don't know, sweetie." He said softly. Micayla nodded again. She stood up straight and grinned at him. Her famous grin. Everyone who knew her knew that this grin didn't mean she was happy, it meant that she was preparing herself for disappointment. "Ready?" Micayla asked him, still wearing her grin. "Yep. You?" he asked, wearing an equally large and overly happy grin.
"Sure am."
Michael wanted to wrap her in a bear hug. She was being so brave. She threw a handful of floo powder onto the fire and turned to her father "Uh, what's our new house called again?"
"Jagger Home"
Micayla stepped into the flames and said "Jagger Home" When Michael looked again she was gone.
"Good luck" he whispered before following.