Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Harry Potter world, including Hogwarts, Draco and Ginny. I do own the plot to this, and some of this characters I own as well, but nothing else.

Author's Note: Here it is! The Krystal/Michael sequel that has been asked for! Oooooodles of thanks to NB for giving me yummy ideas for the plot of this story. This is for you, and for all the reviewers of MtaM! Much love! No… off to read you go!

It Wasn't Unexpected

Summary: SEQUEL TO MARRIAGE TO A MALFOY Krystal and Michael are in their 5th year at Hogwarts and they still are as "polite" as they ever were to one another. Being in different Houses does not help the situation, but maybe Christmas can. R&R please!

Chapter One:

Of Ravens and Snakes

Krystal:

It is your father and mine pleasures to tell you that you have a new brother and sister; Gabriel Alexander and Cassandra Molly. They were born yesterday in the afternoon. We just wanted to tell you this and that we love you and we miss you dearly. Do write to us more often because we miss your letters, as they are less lately. Enclosed we send you some sweets I've made for you and some your Grandmother has sent you. We hope you're doing well and your father sends his love.

Love,

Mum and Father

The redhead smiled down at the parchment and folded it up, stroking the family owl and giving it some bits of toast before it flew off from the Ravenclaw table. At her side, a blonde, curly haired girl was looking at her with her head tilted. "Do enlighten us, Krystal, why are you so happy?"

Two heads prodded from either side of Krystal to look at her, expecting her answer. Still beaming, Krystal raised her gaze to her friends. "I have a new brother and a new sister."

"Two more?" asked the girl to her right; Mariana Lopez, a Latin-heritage girl with tanned skin and thick, long, brown wavy hair that reached her shoulders. Her accent was very pronounced as she had moved from South America to England when she was 10 years old and then found out she was a witch that same year. Her mother was a witch, but she was dead, so she only lived with her muggle father, who had not told her anything about the magic of her mother's side. "You already have two brothers."

"Four now…" said Krystal, sipping on some coffee that was before her in a golden mug. Her first two brothers were Ormand Favian (the oldest of the two, who was now 3 years old) and Wilson Arthur (who was a mere one year old). "Three boys and one girl. It'll be hell this summer."

"That it will," said Winnifred, the blonde one. "Oh look who decides to show his head this morning," she added as an afterthought, staring towards the doors as a brunet boy entered.

The three girls turned to look as he made his way towards the Slytherin table. He was a tall 5th year, just as they were, and rather bulky given that he played Quidditch and was Chaser and Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch Team. Plus, he was rather gorgeous with his wind-swept hair and bright green eyes. Winnifred and Mariana sighed dreamily. "That Michael Potter is a dream," voiced Mariana and Winnifred giggled. Krystal rolled her eyes.

"Oh come on, Krystal, try to deny it. Potter is single-handedly the most gorgeous guy in Hogwarts!" whispered Winnifred.

"So what? He's horrible. He's cocky, arrogant and feigns to be mysterious. Ridiculous," she said, going back to her breakfast idly.

"He can't be that bad, surely."

"Oh really? Try growing up with him." Krystal did not even look up from her breakfast as she spoke her disdain towards that Potter bloke. It was long since they had stopped calling each other cousins and nobody at the school knew anything about their supposed familiarity, only that both of their families were very close. Though their offspring weren't.

Krystal did like his two little sisters, though. They were total darlings with her, and she with them.

After breakfast the Ravenclaws headed outside for Care of Magical Creatures and the Slytherins headed down to the dungeons. Upon exiting the Great Hall, however, someone called her name over the ever-thundering crowd of multicolored robes heading for their first class of the day.

"Krystal! Oi, Malfoy!" said the voice of none other than Michael Potter. Krystal gave an exasperated sigh and parted to a corner, waiting for him to catch up with her. "Hey," he greeted sourly.

"What do you want, Potter?" she snapped curtly, direct and to the point. She didn't want to be late for class.

"Mum and Dad sent me a letter—"

"Oh, it's nice to know that someone in this world still cares about an arrogant prick like you, Potter. But, if you'll excuse me, I have to get to class, you know. Goodbye." She began to walk away but he called after her, making her turn around again.

"I wasn't finished yet, your lowness," he mocked. She narrowed her eyes slightly. "I was just asked to inform you by my parents that we have to go back together for the Christmas Holidays to Mrs. Molly Weasley's house. Apparently, your parents and mine are holding some kind of get-together between your brothers and sisters, my sisters, some of your uncles, aunts, and cousins. The whole clan, you know…" he trailed off, crossing his arms.

Krystal nodded curtly. "Yeah sure, whatever, Potter. Was that all?"

"Yes," he drawled out, in an attitude that resembled Krystal's father way too much. "Now that I have wasted ten precious minutes of my time trying to talk to you, Miss Keeper, I must leave or I'll be late for class. I suggest you do the same."

Krystal stormed off towards the grounds, fuming completely.

"Oh, the nerve of that boy!" she whined to Mariana and Winnifred at lunch. The two girls have gone into asking mode and they ended up demanding details of how he talked and everything of the sort. Krystal had told them what happened and they positively squealed with delight.

"What do you mean?" asked Mariana, playing with her fork and staring at said boy, who was in the process of talking with some of his friends of the Quidditch Team. "I mean, he only informed you what it was his parents wanted you to know—oh yeah, he's horrible, he is," she quickly succumbed at Krystal's dark look of disgust.

"Give him a break, Krys," said Winnifred with a sigh, nibbling on an apple. "He's always tried to be civil to you."

"No he hasn't," said Krystal with scorn. "You should see how he treats me sometimes. Like I'm… inferior or something like that!" She stared moodily at her plate.

"I've seen you treat him like that…" mumbled Mariana, though only Winnifred heard her and silently agreed. That was that.

A few minutes passed in silence until a Slytherin Boy approached the Ravenclaw table. Malcolm Whitlock put his hand on Krystal's shoulders and she looked up, smiling broadly. "Hey, Malcolm," she greeted sweetly and he flashed her one of his grins.

"Hey, princess," he said, then turned to the other girls. "Afternoon, Mariana… Winnie." Both girls nodded a small greeting at him as he looked down at Krystal again. "Hogsmeade, princess, this weekend; I was only wondering if my best friend would do me the honor of helping me pick out Christmas gifts?"

"Sure, Malcolm," said Krystal, beaming. "Can Mariana and Winnie come too?"

"Of course," he said curtly and smiled. Then he kissed her cheek. "Got to get back to the table now, princess, see you later." And with that he walked off.

"Oh it's so cute the way he calls you princess!" said Winnie after he had left. "You two would make a very cute couple!"

"He's only my best friend out of the suck-up Slytherin lot," she informed her friends for the umpteenth time. "Having the Malfoy surname implicates an awful lot of power over them, which is rather good of course, but most of them are hypocrites." The other girls shrugged and Krystal started thinking about her position with the Slytherin Crowd.

True, her surname gave her a lot of power within the sly, cunning folk, but it also meant respect and protection. Most of their families were all interlaced one way of another. But it was not her father they feared the most, it was her grandfather. She enjoyed that position she held over them all; it gave her a sense of importance and superiority. And she liked being superior. She enjoyed that more than anything.

Then there was… Michael. Arrogant, mistrusting Michael. In constant need of proving he really did belong to the Slytherin house. His father had been a Gryffindor Hero, his mother had been a Gryffindor Heroine, but he had wound up in Slytherin. Krystal could see why. Michael wasn't a troublemaker of high sorts, but he did the occasional humiliating prank to anyone who stood in his way. If he wanted something, he would get it. Perhaps his mother's ambition had only doubled on him. He was very careful not to break the rules… or rather, not to get caught while breaking them.

He was smart, there was no doubt about that. If Krystal was the smartest in Ravenclaw, he would be the smartest in Slytherin. Both of them were prefects and shared a lot of the same views regarding superiority. But it was this above all which did not let them get along well. They were constantly trying to surpass each other. It didn't help, either, that they had the same birthday and that it was celebrated with pomp and glory… most of the time together.

At that exact moment, both of them looked at each other straight across the room. They kept the stare—or the glare, most likely—for a few seconds and they both broke it at the exact same time. Krystal stood up from the Ravenclaw table and, without excusing herself, went out of the Great Hall. A few seconds later, Michael came out as well. She took his arm and dragged him to an empty classroom to their left. "Following me now, are you?" she asked sourly, closing the door behind them.

"Not quite, your lowness," he replied, eyeing her boringly. "Everything is not about you; I merely wished to go to my common room."

"Right after me?" she inquired crossing her arms and looking at him demandingly. He really was something, lying to her like that, as if she didn't know he only did it to rile her up. But Michael Potter did not know the real Krystal Malfoy, and it was about time he started realizing that she had longed since ceased to be that little girl that used to play with him when they were younger. Much younger…

"Not quite," he stated easily. "I was well on my way there until you so blatantly dragged me into an empty classroom. Oh, why ever would you do that, Miss Malfoy?" He grinned at her, his green eyes twinkling mischievously. He took a few steps closer to her and she stood her ground.

"Get away from me, Potter," she said calmly, her arms still crossed.

"I don't think you want me to," he countered, a smile on his face.

"That shows how wrong it is for you to think." She smirked at him as he drew closer still. He stopped when her nose was mere inches from the stubble on his chin. He was rather tall, or she was rather short. Either way, her nose reached only his chin.

"You know, you are quite a looker. It's only the nasty attitude that makes you unattractive," he pointed out, putting a finger beneath her chin and tilting her face up to look at him. Her expression had changed quite.

Her translucent eyes that were always so distant and cold now were rather warm, glinting lightly. Her pale freckled cheeks began to gain a soft pinkish color and her mouth was set in an even line; her lips rosy and dry. She gulped uneasily, this was unwanted physical proximity. However, as much as she wanted to take several steps back, her feet did not seem to get the message clearly and they remained there. She couldn't fathom how it was possible that she was practically frozen on the spot and couldn't pry her eyes from his bright emerald ones. "Ju—"

"Shh… shh…" he shushed, moving his face closer to hers. She moved her face away from him slowly as he kept shushing her. His hand was still under her chin, but he was allowing her to draw her face away, though he kept moving his closer. She could feel his breath on her lips and this made her sigh softly, her eyes almost closing. But she dodged and stepped aside, watching him smile at her mischievously. "I told you," he said. And though she didn't know what he meant by that, she decided to ignore it.

"Just stop following me, Potter," she said, turning on her heel and opening the door, walking out through it. He laughed slightly and waited a long time to then walk out, heading to the Slytherin Common Room. She's so weak-minded, he thought as he made his way there. But he didn't want to think about her at the moment, he had to go to Hogsmeade that weekend to shop for gifts for his parents and sisters. Perhaps… only perhaps he could buy that Malfoy chit a gift, only to see her reaction.

It would be fun.

A/N: So… it isn't a one shot! How do you like that, eh? It'll be a chaptered story, though it'll be rather short. I hope I can keep to that, but it won't be too difficult, I have it planned already. Liked it? Hated it? Do review! Ideas, suggestions and comments are always welcome!

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