Harry Potter
SyDra/ Draco's gurl/ Draconis
Title: New Girl on the Block
Summary: SyDra/ Draco's gurl/ Draconis comes to Hogwarts, transferring from a small, unknown school of wizardry in Vermont, USA. Draco the Slytherin fifth year is smitten, even though this girl is sorted as a Ravenclaw fifth year. Name of girl in this story is Mychy (moi...)
Rating: PG13
Disclaimers: Mychy is me, and all other characters are Rowling's, except for 'my messenger cat', Popcorn, the 57 variety breed. Thanx 2 whoever wrote that inspiring fic 'This Last Dance', with the romantic Draco...
Part 1
The girl stepped off the Hogwarts Express train, looking around at the new surroundings that were to be her new school- the tall, stately castle of stone, the black lake, smooth as glass in the slightly humid and windless weather. All around her, students swathed in long, black robes and tall pointed hats rushed to the nearest carriage in the line heading to the castle. This place being a new and foreign country for her, she knew no one, and did not care to join the people stepping in the carriages. But she resigned, and boarded one along with three boys, two who were quite ugly, with pudding bowl haircuts and one who looked like the sort who would play mean tricks for his own enjoyment.
The latter was the one she ended up sitting next to, listening lazily to his rather offensive conversation with the two ugly gorilla-like boys, as she stroked her yellow cat, Popcorn. They seemed to be discussing her idol, Harry Potter, the one who had escaped Lord Voldemort fourteen years ago...except, unlike her, they seemed to hate the Potter boy with a vengeance. She had sunk into another bored stupor, when all of a sudden, the mean-looking blond boy spoke to her.
"Who in the ruddy hell are you, girl? I don't recall having seen you before-are you another mudblood?" he sneered. She winced. No, was not a mudblood, but she'd had friends who were, and that slightly off-put her.
"I'm Michelle Carraway...Mychy for short. I'm new to this school, and no, I am not a mudblood. And who the f*** are you, returning your so lovely and flowery speech?"
"Draco Malfoy...glad to hear you're not a dirty mudblood, like some people I know. Where did you come from?"
She was surprised to see this rude teen actually smile in a friendly manner, so she tried to be a little more courteous. "I've come from a wizarding school in Vermont, in the US, because my parents decided they wanted to live here in England. Beats me as to why...they do things on a whim. I've heard this school is divided into four houses-what are they?"
"They're Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. I'm in Slytherin, but you of course don't know which house you're in. You'll probably be sorted after our first years...unless you're to be a first year as well."
"Me? A first year?" Mychy snorted, and flicked back a lock of her long, golden hair. "Naw...I'm bound to be at least a fifth year, I mean, hello, I don't look eleven, do I?" Draco blushed, somewhat embarrassed.
"Well, how old are you? I'm fourteen, until tomorrow."
"I'll be fifteen next May," Mychy replied coolly. "And mind the boots, please? They cost thirty galleons," she added, annoyed, as Draco absently kicked one of them. The two boys on the other side of the carriage remained silent.
"Sorry, " Draco mumbled, as the carriage shuddered to a stop. "And I, uh, like your robe..." Mychy gave him a puzzled look, for her robe appeared to be the same as everyone else's. "Never mind."
She shook her head, grabbed her bags, and headed for the great, wooden double-doors, her cat following in a happy trot behind her. Draco watched, silently, fearing he was dreaming...quite vividly. Wow, he thought, that girl has attitude! He lugged his trunk up to the massive doors of the castle.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Hello, um, can someone show me where to find the Ravenclaw common room? I'm new here," said Mychy, to a group of girls in front of her. One of them, a short, pretty, Asian girl, stepped forward.
"Hi! I'm a Ravenclaw prefect. Here, I'll show you the way. My name's Cho Chang, by the way. What's yours?" She smiled in an outgoing manner, and offered to take a bag.
"I'm Michelle Carraway, but everyone calls me Mychy. I think I'm a fifth year-if they go by age here. What year are you?"
"I'm a seventh-year. I'm sixteen. Where did you come from?"
"Well, I just got transferred from a small wizarding school in Vermont, USA. My parents just decided to move here. Something, I think, to do with helping in the battle against Lord Voldemort." Beside her, Cho shuddered. She, apparently, was another witch who did not take well to the Dark Lord's name.
"Ooh, I've never been to the US. Is it nice there?" Cho asked curiously, and then whispered the Ravenclaw password. "Golden spear." The stone door in front of them slid up to reveal a Common room with curious blue wall hangings and flaming torch-sconces. A crackling blue fire lay in a blue tiled fire-place lay before them, as well as mahogany tables and matching chairs with Lapis Lazuli inlay.
"Oh, the US is beautiful, just not in Vermont. Vermont is boring-pretty much like England, except lots of covered bridges. That's our main attraction." Mychy smiled dryly. "The school was the most interesting part-all a sort of divided campus, with separate dorms for each house. No passwords, though. Just keys and stuff. We did have a nice, open stretch of land for our Quidditch field. I played that sport."
"I play Quidditch, too. I'm a seeker-maybe you could try out for Ravenclaw! What position do you play?" Cho went on, genuinely interested.
"I play beater. I actually think I'll try out for your team-I love Quidditch. Do you have muggle sports here, too, or just Quidditch? I was hoping you had a swim team, or something like that." Mychy knew she was rambling on, but she didn't really care. She was a huge fan of Quidditch.
"A beater, in fact, is just what we need. One of ours just graduated last year, so we've been looking for one to replace him. And no, we don't do muggle sports here. But sometimes, when the weather's nice and we have free time, the braver of us take a dive in the lake."
"What do you mean by the braver of us? Is there something wrong with the lake?" Mychy looked confused.
"Well, there's a, erm, giant squid in there...but some of us don't mind that." Cho and Mychy were in front of a door at the top of a twisted stairway, with a sign that said 'Girls' Dormitory'. Cho pushed this open, showing Mychy to an empty, uninhabited bed with blue curtains on the four posters.
"Nice," commented Mychy, nodding her head in approval, and she and Cho set her bags down at the foot of a trunk near her new bed. "Hey, Cho, thanks for helping with my bags and stuff." Mychy looked down at the sound of a plaintive mew from her faithful cat that had followed her through the winding castle. "Oh, there you are, Popcorn. Popcorn, meet my friend Cho." Cho smiled a little as Mychy lifted her cat to sniff at Cho's face.
"Is it a boy, or a girl?"
"Popcorn's a boy."
"He's cute." Cho extended a hand to stroke the cat's head, and Popcorn twisted himself and playfully gave a nip at her hand. She chuckled. "Oh-if you want, since there's nothing going on tonight, you can come and talk with me and some of my other friends. Or you could wander around the common room. See, you can't venture out of the common room after 9:00 at night. I'd just hate to be a prefect for the Gryffindors...you should see how many times a month Harry Potter is caught roaming around at night! It'd be tough telling him, 'No, Harry, you can't go out at night, it's against the rules....'" She mused, still stroking the purring Popcorn, who had now jumped out of Mychy's arms and onto the four-poster bed, exploring the pillows.
"I dunno what I'll do tonight...but I brought along 'Gone With the Wind', by Margaret Mitchell...it's positively the best muggle book ever. Have you read it?" Mychy asked, retrieving the book from a tan duffel bag. She handed it to Cho.
"No, I don't recall having ever read this book. I've heard about it, though. Are you done with it? Someone told me it was awesome, and since you have it, could I maybe borrow it?"
Well, hey, it's my third time reading it, so I don't have much use for it. You can borrow it, sure."
"Hey, thanks! You know what muggle book is really good? It's that one by Ken Follett...'The Eye of the Needle', I think it was. Positively dense, it was."
"Well, it's 8:00. I still have time to roam the wilderness of Hogwarts. Is it possible to visit other dorms, by chance? Or do only the people living there know the passwords?"
"Actually, only us prefects have the lovely knowledge of all the house passwords. Let's see-Gryffindor's password is 'Whimsy', Hufflepuff's is 'Stonywood', and Slytherin's is 'Emerald'. Where are you aiming to go?"
"I was hoping to get a glimpse of the Potter himself...maybe an autograph," Mychy half-joked, smiling wryly. "Guess I'll see you at nine, then?"
She scooped up her cat, and waved as she strode out the door and out of the common room.
On her way, Mychy was lucky enough to find a Gryffindor walking the winding corridors. "Er, hello. I was wondering which way the Gryffindor common room is?" she inquired of a short, pudgy boy with a round face and brown hair.
"Uh, I can show you the way, um...what's your name? I'm Neville. Neville Longbottom, " he squeaked.
"I'm Michelle Carraway...Mychy, that is. You can call me that. So you're a Gryffindor, huh? What year 're you?" the two made idle conversation as they strolled the halls.
"I'm a fifth year. And you?"
"Fifth year...I think. That is, I'd be one if I were fourteen going on fifteen, right?"
"Right. What subjects are you taking, besides the required ones?"
"I'm taking Divination, Arithmancy, and Studies of Ancient Runes. Arithmancy should be fun-I took a pre-course at my old school in the US. What do you take?"
"Well, I take Study of Mythical Beasts, Divination, and Muggle Studies. And here's our common room...oh, darn, what's the ruddy password? Right-Whimsy." The portrait in front of them swung open, and they stepped inside. Inside, Mychy marveled at the bright red furnishings, the cheerfully crackling fire, and the great, comfy-looking armchairs. It was not hard to spot the Potter boy-crowded around him were at least twenty students, mostly first years queuing up for a chance to speak to the Boy Who Lived.
"What a crowd, man..." she mused.
"Yeah-that would be Harry Potter in the middle of it. We're good friends, " boasted Neville proudly. He grabbed her hand and led her over. "I'll introduce you. You er...won't have any trouble catching his attention." Surprisingly enough, Neville blushed a nice sort of crimson. Mychy wondered, what is with the boys here? Do they have trouble meeting girls, or something? She stepped forward a little shyly, as the crowd petered out. A tall, bushy-haired girl was chatting quietly with Harry and another boy with hair so red it could almost be called orange. The girl politely broke off her conversation, and then started chattering to her so fast, Mychy could barely tell what she was trying to say.
"Hi, I'm Hermione Granger. Are you new? It's always nice to have new students. What is your name? Are you a fifth year as well? I am." Beside 'Hermione', Ron muttered to her.
"Hermione, I don't think she caught all of that. Repeat it?"
"It's all cool," Mychy reassured him. "Okay Hermione-I am Michelle Carraway, known to most as Mychy, I'm new, from a wizarding school in the US, I'm a fifth year. And it's nice to meet you. Who is your friend there?" she asked. The red-haired boy spoke up.
"Ron Weasley, pleasure to meet you. I'm glad you don't speak as fast as Hermione." Hermione shot him a look. "And you probably know our friend here, Harry Potter, the famous one. We're his sidekicks, " Ron remarked dryly. Harry Potter finally turned around and acknowledged Mychy's presence.
"Hello. Harry Potter-nice to meet you. What house are you in?"
"I'm in Ravenclaw. Nice prefects they have." Ron grimaced. "I met one-Cho Chang. She's really nice." At this comment, Harry's face had a dreamy sort of glaze over it...and Ron laughed rather too hard, holding his gut and rocking back and forth with glee.
"Well, isn't that nice, Harry-you've now got a friend associated with the love of your life."
"Uh, Ron?" Mychy interrupted. "TMI...I didn't need to let my hopes down that way," she joked.
"TMI? What the ruddy hell does that mean?"
"Sorry, kiddo-it means 'too much information'...I didn't really need to know that my embarrassed idol has a crush on Cho Chang. Wouldn't you be depressed if you really wanted to meet Celestina Warbuck and she had a crush on your friend Neville instead?" Behind her, Neville turned beet-red. "Of course, not to say that I'm swooning over you, exactly," she added, turning to Harry, who was looking a little pink himself.
"Hey, better to have a crush on me than that nasty scum, Malfoy," Harry shot at Ron.
"Other than that he's a bit of a bastard, what's wrong with Draco?"
Mychy asked, slightly puzzled.
"What's wrong with Malfoy? What do you mean, what's wrong with Malfoy? He's got evil leaking out of his ears! His father's in cahoots with You-Know-Who! And you're asking what could possibly be wrong with him?!! You're nutters!" Ron exploded, positively writhing with hatred, waving his arms over his head desperately.
"Whoa, calm down, man...sheesh! It's just, other than accusing me nastily of being a mudblood he was actually rather sweet. I think he liked me, or something..." she trailed off, amused at the disgusted look on Ron's face. Harry looked to be on the verge of tears with laughter, and Hermione looked about to retch. "...What, why is that so funny? It's only, I dunno, nothing. Seriously."
Harry stopped gasping for breath long enough to give an answer. "It's just...Haha...Malfoy in love...What a hilarious image! I can't believe it-" Harry burst into another fit of laughter.
'That's a good one-I'll go ask Malfoy..." Ron whooped delightedly. "I'd just love to see him blush..."
When everyone had finally calmed down, Mychy realized with a frown that it was quarter of nine, and that she would need help finding her way back. "Hey, you guys, anyone mind helping me find my way back? It's rather confusing in this place...it's huge!"
"No problem," said Harry, rising to his feet. "Guys, I'll be back in a few."
"Hey it was nice meeting everyone," said Mychy, waving at Hermione, Ron, and Neville. "See ya tomorrow."
"See you," Ron and Hermione replied, waving back, as Harry and Mychy stepped out of the Common room.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Hey, man, thanks for bringing me back. Otherwise, I would have been lost in this great hulking thing of a castle. See you at first class," Mychy said waving.
"No problem, Mychy. 'Night." Harry waved back. "Have sweet dreams of Malfoy," he joked, laughing at Mychy's disgusted expression. But what he really had meant to say was 'sweet dreams of me'...
TO BE CONTINUED...
SyDra/ Draco's gurl/ Draconis
Title: New Girl on the Block
Summary: SyDra/ Draco's gurl/ Draconis comes to Hogwarts, transferring from a small, unknown school of wizardry in Vermont, USA. Draco the Slytherin fifth year is smitten, even though this girl is sorted as a Ravenclaw fifth year. Name of girl in this story is Mychy (moi...)
Rating: PG13
Disclaimers: Mychy is me, and all other characters are Rowling's, except for 'my messenger cat', Popcorn, the 57 variety breed. Thanx 2 whoever wrote that inspiring fic 'This Last Dance', with the romantic Draco...
Part 1
The girl stepped off the Hogwarts Express train, looking around at the new surroundings that were to be her new school- the tall, stately castle of stone, the black lake, smooth as glass in the slightly humid and windless weather. All around her, students swathed in long, black robes and tall pointed hats rushed to the nearest carriage in the line heading to the castle. This place being a new and foreign country for her, she knew no one, and did not care to join the people stepping in the carriages. But she resigned, and boarded one along with three boys, two who were quite ugly, with pudding bowl haircuts and one who looked like the sort who would play mean tricks for his own enjoyment.
The latter was the one she ended up sitting next to, listening lazily to his rather offensive conversation with the two ugly gorilla-like boys, as she stroked her yellow cat, Popcorn. They seemed to be discussing her idol, Harry Potter, the one who had escaped Lord Voldemort fourteen years ago...except, unlike her, they seemed to hate the Potter boy with a vengeance. She had sunk into another bored stupor, when all of a sudden, the mean-looking blond boy spoke to her.
"Who in the ruddy hell are you, girl? I don't recall having seen you before-are you another mudblood?" he sneered. She winced. No, was not a mudblood, but she'd had friends who were, and that slightly off-put her.
"I'm Michelle Carraway...Mychy for short. I'm new to this school, and no, I am not a mudblood. And who the f*** are you, returning your so lovely and flowery speech?"
"Draco Malfoy...glad to hear you're not a dirty mudblood, like some people I know. Where did you come from?"
She was surprised to see this rude teen actually smile in a friendly manner, so she tried to be a little more courteous. "I've come from a wizarding school in Vermont, in the US, because my parents decided they wanted to live here in England. Beats me as to why...they do things on a whim. I've heard this school is divided into four houses-what are they?"
"They're Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. I'm in Slytherin, but you of course don't know which house you're in. You'll probably be sorted after our first years...unless you're to be a first year as well."
"Me? A first year?" Mychy snorted, and flicked back a lock of her long, golden hair. "Naw...I'm bound to be at least a fifth year, I mean, hello, I don't look eleven, do I?" Draco blushed, somewhat embarrassed.
"Well, how old are you? I'm fourteen, until tomorrow."
"I'll be fifteen next May," Mychy replied coolly. "And mind the boots, please? They cost thirty galleons," she added, annoyed, as Draco absently kicked one of them. The two boys on the other side of the carriage remained silent.
"Sorry, " Draco mumbled, as the carriage shuddered to a stop. "And I, uh, like your robe..." Mychy gave him a puzzled look, for her robe appeared to be the same as everyone else's. "Never mind."
She shook her head, grabbed her bags, and headed for the great, wooden double-doors, her cat following in a happy trot behind her. Draco watched, silently, fearing he was dreaming...quite vividly. Wow, he thought, that girl has attitude! He lugged his trunk up to the massive doors of the castle.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Hello, um, can someone show me where to find the Ravenclaw common room? I'm new here," said Mychy, to a group of girls in front of her. One of them, a short, pretty, Asian girl, stepped forward.
"Hi! I'm a Ravenclaw prefect. Here, I'll show you the way. My name's Cho Chang, by the way. What's yours?" She smiled in an outgoing manner, and offered to take a bag.
"I'm Michelle Carraway, but everyone calls me Mychy. I think I'm a fifth year-if they go by age here. What year are you?"
"I'm a seventh-year. I'm sixteen. Where did you come from?"
"Well, I just got transferred from a small wizarding school in Vermont, USA. My parents just decided to move here. Something, I think, to do with helping in the battle against Lord Voldemort." Beside her, Cho shuddered. She, apparently, was another witch who did not take well to the Dark Lord's name.
"Ooh, I've never been to the US. Is it nice there?" Cho asked curiously, and then whispered the Ravenclaw password. "Golden spear." The stone door in front of them slid up to reveal a Common room with curious blue wall hangings and flaming torch-sconces. A crackling blue fire lay in a blue tiled fire-place lay before them, as well as mahogany tables and matching chairs with Lapis Lazuli inlay.
"Oh, the US is beautiful, just not in Vermont. Vermont is boring-pretty much like England, except lots of covered bridges. That's our main attraction." Mychy smiled dryly. "The school was the most interesting part-all a sort of divided campus, with separate dorms for each house. No passwords, though. Just keys and stuff. We did have a nice, open stretch of land for our Quidditch field. I played that sport."
"I play Quidditch, too. I'm a seeker-maybe you could try out for Ravenclaw! What position do you play?" Cho went on, genuinely interested.
"I play beater. I actually think I'll try out for your team-I love Quidditch. Do you have muggle sports here, too, or just Quidditch? I was hoping you had a swim team, or something like that." Mychy knew she was rambling on, but she didn't really care. She was a huge fan of Quidditch.
"A beater, in fact, is just what we need. One of ours just graduated last year, so we've been looking for one to replace him. And no, we don't do muggle sports here. But sometimes, when the weather's nice and we have free time, the braver of us take a dive in the lake."
"What do you mean by the braver of us? Is there something wrong with the lake?" Mychy looked confused.
"Well, there's a, erm, giant squid in there...but some of us don't mind that." Cho and Mychy were in front of a door at the top of a twisted stairway, with a sign that said 'Girls' Dormitory'. Cho pushed this open, showing Mychy to an empty, uninhabited bed with blue curtains on the four posters.
"Nice," commented Mychy, nodding her head in approval, and she and Cho set her bags down at the foot of a trunk near her new bed. "Hey, Cho, thanks for helping with my bags and stuff." Mychy looked down at the sound of a plaintive mew from her faithful cat that had followed her through the winding castle. "Oh, there you are, Popcorn. Popcorn, meet my friend Cho." Cho smiled a little as Mychy lifted her cat to sniff at Cho's face.
"Is it a boy, or a girl?"
"Popcorn's a boy."
"He's cute." Cho extended a hand to stroke the cat's head, and Popcorn twisted himself and playfully gave a nip at her hand. She chuckled. "Oh-if you want, since there's nothing going on tonight, you can come and talk with me and some of my other friends. Or you could wander around the common room. See, you can't venture out of the common room after 9:00 at night. I'd just hate to be a prefect for the Gryffindors...you should see how many times a month Harry Potter is caught roaming around at night! It'd be tough telling him, 'No, Harry, you can't go out at night, it's against the rules....'" She mused, still stroking the purring Popcorn, who had now jumped out of Mychy's arms and onto the four-poster bed, exploring the pillows.
"I dunno what I'll do tonight...but I brought along 'Gone With the Wind', by Margaret Mitchell...it's positively the best muggle book ever. Have you read it?" Mychy asked, retrieving the book from a tan duffel bag. She handed it to Cho.
"No, I don't recall having ever read this book. I've heard about it, though. Are you done with it? Someone told me it was awesome, and since you have it, could I maybe borrow it?"
Well, hey, it's my third time reading it, so I don't have much use for it. You can borrow it, sure."
"Hey, thanks! You know what muggle book is really good? It's that one by Ken Follett...'The Eye of the Needle', I think it was. Positively dense, it was."
"Well, it's 8:00. I still have time to roam the wilderness of Hogwarts. Is it possible to visit other dorms, by chance? Or do only the people living there know the passwords?"
"Actually, only us prefects have the lovely knowledge of all the house passwords. Let's see-Gryffindor's password is 'Whimsy', Hufflepuff's is 'Stonywood', and Slytherin's is 'Emerald'. Where are you aiming to go?"
"I was hoping to get a glimpse of the Potter himself...maybe an autograph," Mychy half-joked, smiling wryly. "Guess I'll see you at nine, then?"
She scooped up her cat, and waved as she strode out the door and out of the common room.
On her way, Mychy was lucky enough to find a Gryffindor walking the winding corridors. "Er, hello. I was wondering which way the Gryffindor common room is?" she inquired of a short, pudgy boy with a round face and brown hair.
"Uh, I can show you the way, um...what's your name? I'm Neville. Neville Longbottom, " he squeaked.
"I'm Michelle Carraway...Mychy, that is. You can call me that. So you're a Gryffindor, huh? What year 're you?" the two made idle conversation as they strolled the halls.
"I'm a fifth year. And you?"
"Fifth year...I think. That is, I'd be one if I were fourteen going on fifteen, right?"
"Right. What subjects are you taking, besides the required ones?"
"I'm taking Divination, Arithmancy, and Studies of Ancient Runes. Arithmancy should be fun-I took a pre-course at my old school in the US. What do you take?"
"Well, I take Study of Mythical Beasts, Divination, and Muggle Studies. And here's our common room...oh, darn, what's the ruddy password? Right-Whimsy." The portrait in front of them swung open, and they stepped inside. Inside, Mychy marveled at the bright red furnishings, the cheerfully crackling fire, and the great, comfy-looking armchairs. It was not hard to spot the Potter boy-crowded around him were at least twenty students, mostly first years queuing up for a chance to speak to the Boy Who Lived.
"What a crowd, man..." she mused.
"Yeah-that would be Harry Potter in the middle of it. We're good friends, " boasted Neville proudly. He grabbed her hand and led her over. "I'll introduce you. You er...won't have any trouble catching his attention." Surprisingly enough, Neville blushed a nice sort of crimson. Mychy wondered, what is with the boys here? Do they have trouble meeting girls, or something? She stepped forward a little shyly, as the crowd petered out. A tall, bushy-haired girl was chatting quietly with Harry and another boy with hair so red it could almost be called orange. The girl politely broke off her conversation, and then started chattering to her so fast, Mychy could barely tell what she was trying to say.
"Hi, I'm Hermione Granger. Are you new? It's always nice to have new students. What is your name? Are you a fifth year as well? I am." Beside 'Hermione', Ron muttered to her.
"Hermione, I don't think she caught all of that. Repeat it?"
"It's all cool," Mychy reassured him. "Okay Hermione-I am Michelle Carraway, known to most as Mychy, I'm new, from a wizarding school in the US, I'm a fifth year. And it's nice to meet you. Who is your friend there?" she asked. The red-haired boy spoke up.
"Ron Weasley, pleasure to meet you. I'm glad you don't speak as fast as Hermione." Hermione shot him a look. "And you probably know our friend here, Harry Potter, the famous one. We're his sidekicks, " Ron remarked dryly. Harry Potter finally turned around and acknowledged Mychy's presence.
"Hello. Harry Potter-nice to meet you. What house are you in?"
"I'm in Ravenclaw. Nice prefects they have." Ron grimaced. "I met one-Cho Chang. She's really nice." At this comment, Harry's face had a dreamy sort of glaze over it...and Ron laughed rather too hard, holding his gut and rocking back and forth with glee.
"Well, isn't that nice, Harry-you've now got a friend associated with the love of your life."
"Uh, Ron?" Mychy interrupted. "TMI...I didn't need to let my hopes down that way," she joked.
"TMI? What the ruddy hell does that mean?"
"Sorry, kiddo-it means 'too much information'...I didn't really need to know that my embarrassed idol has a crush on Cho Chang. Wouldn't you be depressed if you really wanted to meet Celestina Warbuck and she had a crush on your friend Neville instead?" Behind her, Neville turned beet-red. "Of course, not to say that I'm swooning over you, exactly," she added, turning to Harry, who was looking a little pink himself.
"Hey, better to have a crush on me than that nasty scum, Malfoy," Harry shot at Ron.
"Other than that he's a bit of a bastard, what's wrong with Draco?"
Mychy asked, slightly puzzled.
"What's wrong with Malfoy? What do you mean, what's wrong with Malfoy? He's got evil leaking out of his ears! His father's in cahoots with You-Know-Who! And you're asking what could possibly be wrong with him?!! You're nutters!" Ron exploded, positively writhing with hatred, waving his arms over his head desperately.
"Whoa, calm down, man...sheesh! It's just, other than accusing me nastily of being a mudblood he was actually rather sweet. I think he liked me, or something..." she trailed off, amused at the disgusted look on Ron's face. Harry looked to be on the verge of tears with laughter, and Hermione looked about to retch. "...What, why is that so funny? It's only, I dunno, nothing. Seriously."
Harry stopped gasping for breath long enough to give an answer. "It's just...Haha...Malfoy in love...What a hilarious image! I can't believe it-" Harry burst into another fit of laughter.
'That's a good one-I'll go ask Malfoy..." Ron whooped delightedly. "I'd just love to see him blush..."
When everyone had finally calmed down, Mychy realized with a frown that it was quarter of nine, and that she would need help finding her way back. "Hey, you guys, anyone mind helping me find my way back? It's rather confusing in this place...it's huge!"
"No problem," said Harry, rising to his feet. "Guys, I'll be back in a few."
"Hey it was nice meeting everyone," said Mychy, waving at Hermione, Ron, and Neville. "See ya tomorrow."
"See you," Ron and Hermione replied, waving back, as Harry and Mychy stepped out of the Common room.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Hey, man, thanks for bringing me back. Otherwise, I would have been lost in this great hulking thing of a castle. See you at first class," Mychy said waving.
"No problem, Mychy. 'Night." Harry waved back. "Have sweet dreams of Malfoy," he joked, laughing at Mychy's disgusted expression. But what he really had meant to say was 'sweet dreams of me'...
TO BE CONTINUED...