Ok people. This is technically the first chapter because I wanted to have a default chapter, now I do. So thanks for the reviews so far. (Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this chapter but Mikara and the orphanage people. Hope you enjoy this chapter.

Mikara awoke in her cotton flannel pajamas. Scarlet was a few feet over on her own bed, snoring like there was no tomorrow. Mikara smiled at her, and walked over to the dresser to find something to wear for the day. Sevi wouldn't be coming today so she could go down to the beach and run around in the water. Sevi wouldn't let her play in the water; he thought it was too dangerous. That somehow she would get lost in the current or something; like that would ever happen.

Mikara grabbed out her swimming suit and a blue dress to wear over it. She dressed in them both and left the orphanage. The beach always smelled heavenly in the morning. The air would be filled with the smell of Forget-Me-Not flowers and the scent of the ocean's breeze.

She slipped off her dress and ran into the oncoming waves, which flowed towards her, welcomingly. The water felt cool and refreshing. Mikara floated on top of the water using her back, flailing her arms to keep afloat. She stared up to the sky, the sun was rising and you could still see a few stars where the moon was slowly descending.

Mikara played in the water until it was time for breakfast. She clambered out of the water, dressed, and walked her way back to the orphanage.

The cafeteria was full. It seemed everyone was awake to eat, which was a little odd since hardly anyone would wake up this early to eat. She waked over to where her friends were sitting; the same place they were all sitting in last night. Mikara sat down next to Scarlet and asked her why everyone was down here eating rather then sleeping in.

"Mikara. Do you have memory loss? I told you last night that a boy was coming to visit. All the girls are up because they want to meet him, and all the boys are up because the want to 'see what's so great about him'." She mimicked the boys and looked at Mikara like she was going crazy, or that she had three arms or something.

"Right." She replied, trying to sound like she was all excited about it. "When is he supposed to be here?"

"Soon." Was all she said; Scarlet wouldn't take her eyes off the cafeteria door the entire time she ate.

Once we were finished eating our bacon, eggs and toast, we went out into the hall. Scarlet pressed her ear up against the Headmistress's office door to find out if the boy was here yet. Mikara snuck away from the group while they eavesdropped, with complete concentration, and went back over to the beach.

She stripped down to her bathing suit, again, and floated in the water, on her back. She swam around for a while in bliss. The water made her feel like anything could happen. That magic was everywhere.

After a few hours of being in the water Mikara suddenly felt her foot caught in something as she swam. She pulled on her leg for it to come loose, but the seaweed was only getting wrapped tighter around her foot. It was pulling her deeper into the water.

"Ahhhhh!" She screamed, pulling harder on her leg, now, though, the seaweed was leaving marks around her ankle. "Help! I'm stuck! Help!" She screamed as loud as she could. The seaweed pulled her underwater and her breath was floating to the surface as little air bubbles. She opened her eyes under the water and saw something moving toward her. That was the last thing she saw before she let unconsciousness take hold of her.

She woke up, feeling something warm on her mouth. The warmth went away, and she started to cough up water. She sat up and clutched at her throat. Looking around her, she saw a boy sitting next to her. "Who are you?" She choked out.

"Draco. Draco Malfoy." She looked into his eyes. His eyes were a magnificent gray. She looked away and stood up.

"Thanks for saving me." Mikara said. She leaned towards him and kissed him on the cheek as a thank-you and turned to go back into the water.

"Wait! You're not going back into the water, are you?" He ran after her once he got over the shock of her kissing him, and once his blush went away. "You would have died if I hadn't happened upon you." He followed her into the water. "Come out, now!" He told her.

"No. I wanna swim." Mikara stubbornly stated and lied on her back to float around once again. Draco didn't look like he wanted to back down.

"You shouldn't swim in here alone." He tried to persuade her to get out of the water. "Your gonna drown."

"No I won't. I'm not alone. You're in here with me. So if I almost drown, you'll save me again." She said it as if it were painfully obvious, with a slight smirk crossing her features.

He floated there in the water with an annoyed look on his face. She had him; he couldn't just leave so she would drown. He had no choice but to stay. "Fine." He lied next to her in the water, in his clothes, and floated on his back, as she was doing.

After floating around for a while. They decided to have a shell-collecting contest. They would both collect as many shells as they could until sundown. Whoever gathered the most shells got to keep one of the losers' shells.

Mikara started off searching near a small cave, that she plays in sometimes; she usually found shells in that area. There were three shells sitting around one of the rocks that lead out to the sea. She picked them up and placed them in her pocket.

Draco searched around in the shallows of the water. He'd read somewhere that that was where shells would most likely be. Ah-ha! There were six all in one spot; this was going to be easier than he'd recently thought.

By the time the sun had started to set Mikara had taken all of the shells she had gathered and placed them in a small hole in the sand. She began to count them.

Draco laid his seashells out on the ground and counted how many he had collected, frequently glancing up at Mikara as she counted her shells.

"Ok. How many do you have?" He asked her. "I've got seventeen."

"Aw, poop! I've only got thirteen shells." Draco noticed she said that and a pout formed on her face, causing her bottom lip to pop out. "That means you get to pick one of my shells to keep."

"No. That's ok. You can keep yours and I'll keep mine." He sat down to watch the sun set over the horizon.

Mikara sat down next to Draco and laid her head on his shoulder. "Fun. It was fun today." She said simply. He nodded his head in agreement. "Will I see you tomorrow?"

He turned to look into her eyes then shifted them to look at the ground. "No. I was only visiting for today, at the orphanage up there." He pointed to the orphanage that sat across the street, behind them.

"Oh." He was the boy who was visiting today. She didn't want him to know that she lived at the orphanage since Scarlet had said that he was rich. It would be embarrassing. "So, I'll never see you again." She said it more as a fact rather than a question.

Rather than answering her question, Draco took a distinguished looking shell from his pile and handed it to her. "Here." He said. "To remember me by." He placed the shell into her hand and closed her fingers around it. He stood and went across the street; it looked as though his visit were over.

"Goodbye." She whispered to the wind. Mikara opened her hand to look at the shell he had given her. It was the shape of a heart. "A shelled heart." She murmured to herself, before she went back to the orphanage, with a smile on her face.

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