The princess of Slytherins ... Chapter two.

Once again, Mikka was lost in her thoughts as she walked out of class. Hermione grabbed her arm, and asked where was she heading now, since classes were over. "I dunno, probably going to the library to study ... or maybe we can go outside for a bit ? I need fresh air..."

"Can we go see Harry and Ron training ?"

"Yes, why not."answered Mikka with a smile. She really didn't talk much, and she actually never talked to Harry or Ron. Ron was kind of dumb, but he was very nice to Hermione, and that made her happy, so Mikka was okay with him. Harry was the famous guy who survived to Voldemort's attacks, and he was fun to hang out with, alway very nice and polite, but she was instinctively scared of him. No, no, she thought. Scared isn't the good word. My blood is reacting, that's all. Yes ... That's all.

She would never admit that she was impressed by Harry's accomplishments, and seduced by his nice personnality. When he saw her coming with Hermione, he softly smiled and waved his hand a bit. Ron was as red as usual, laughing while he landed on the ground. The training match was over, and they 'won'. Harry caught the Golden Snitch before the other team' seeker ... Draco. The blond guy was directly staring at her, with a very strange look. In fact, he was looking angry and pissed off. And now he was staring at Harry. Everybody knew that they hated each other, but they usually seemed just to not care about the other one. Harry didn't pay even a bit of attention to Draco's look, but the slytherin's glance caught Mikka's, and she dived into his grey eyes. They're so deep ... Draco turned his head and flew away from where she and the three gryffindors were. Damn it ...

"Whar was Malefoy looking that angry for ?" asked Hermione. She wasn't really asking someone, but Harry answered with an amused grin on his face.
"He fell from his broom during the match. And they lost. Those slytherins just can't stand loosing, even if it's during training. They're ..." That when he just remembered that Mikka, this so nice girl, was actually a slytherin too. "Oh ... Sorry. I just ... I didn't remember that ..."

"That's okay." She said, smiling. It was a kind of compliment to her : she was not like them. Even Harry Potter mistook her for a Gryffindor. What Mandy said during their first year at Hogwarts suddenly came back to her mind : Maybe she could ask Dumbledore. No. Once again, she realized that it was a stupid idea. She absolutely shouldn't tell Dumbledore about why she had been sent to Slytherin. Oh Merlin, how she hated this part of herself.

About a week later, Mikka woke up smiling. It was her birthday. She actually woke up this early (it was 6 am... she would never woke up before having the urge to, for example being late ... like everyday.), because of her mother's owl knocking at the window, waiting for her to open it. She got up and let the owl in. Iris, the little grey owl, was carrying a quite big box with a letter and appeared to be exhausted. Mikka let her rest on her own bed, while she went to see this strange package. She untied the long silky purple ribbon and opened the box. Inside, there was this princess-like dress, and a little black velvet box. Mikka stayed in bewilderment for about 10 seconds, then finally took the dress out of the box, and tried it on. It was purely, truly and totally amazing. The dress was down to her ankles, as silky as the ribbon, and about the same color. It was sleeveless, strapless, very simple, but yet very, very elegant. There were some shades of silver in the purple fabric. It seemed as if this dress had been made for her... Actually, that was probably true, thought Mikka. But anyway, she loved it. She then took the velvet box, and opened it. There was a key, a dark silverish key, apparently old. There was those letters engraved onto it : E.E. Enilia Eberly, Mikka's grandmother. She finally decided to read the letter, still wearing the purple dress, sat on her bed, olding the key in her left hand. She recognized her mother's writing :

My dear sweetie, happy birthday to you ! I wished you could spend it with us, but i hope you'll have fun with your friends. I also hope that you liked the dress, since we forgot to buy one for the Yule Ball, I choose this one for you. Hans (the Eberly's usual dressmaker) made it, it took five days but he was pretty proud of it, and i think you'll like it -or at least, its color. But it wasn't the best gift, sweetie. Since it's your sixteenth birthday, you have now the right to use this key, as you grandmother told me. You surely understand what is supposed to be opened with it, right ? Have fun, and write me as soon as possible !

Love XXX

Mom.

Mikka read the letter one more time before putting it into her bedtable. It can't be ... Yes. That was it. The key opened her grandmother's chest at Gringotts. All Mikka was that she was very, very, VERY rich. She didn't know how much it could be, but that was a lot. And this "lot" was now hers. And she had a beautiful dress.

"Mik', what are you doing ?" said a sleepy voice behing her. She turned around to see Pansy sitting on her bed next to her. When she finally opened her eyes completely, she saw how unusual for a saturday morning (at 6 am) was Mikka's outfit. Then she looked at the dress, and her mouth opened to form an 'O'. Mikka laughed, and explained about the dress. She didn't say a word about the key and the money, although. Then, both of them got dressed up (in a more normal way, for Mikka), and went down to get something to eat. Only she and Pansy where sleeping in this room, even if there was another bed. The girl sleeping over there was a very timid blond girl, that left school some months before. She moved to France, and went into BeauxBatons Academy of Magic. Mikka and Pansy sometimes tried to talk to her, but she was so shy that she only answered by blushing and that was kind of tiring in the end.

They got down to the kitchen, and asked the elves to give them something to eat. Quickly, they found themselves carrying a big, heavy tray, back to the slytherins' common room. There was cakes, a tea pot full of a vanilla-flavored hot tea, other cakes, cookies, and chocolate. A bit to much for two skinny girls. They placed the tray on one of the tables, and sat on the couch, with a cup of tea in one hand, and a piece of cake in the other one. They talked for a bit, looking at Mikka's paintings on the ceiling. The students finally decided to let the paintings on, and some of them begged Mikka to teach them how to do it. Blaise Zabini wrote on the wall : What happens in Slytherin stays in Slytherin. And that was true : She never had to remove the paintings because none of the teachers were coming in their room, only some elves sometimes come to clean up the students' mess. So there was no problem with decorating the room this way. Mikka got up to take another piece of cake, when she heard a voice coming from behing the couch. Blaise and Draco were standing at the boys' dormitory's door, looking at her and Pansy, who was smiling back at them.

"Hey boys, d'ya want a cup of tea ?"

"What are you doing, up at this hour ?"

Mikka was about to say something like "mind your own business", but Pansy answered before she could open her mouth.

"It's her birthday, today, we were celebrating it !!"

Malefoy's face changed. He wasn't sneering anymore, with this strange thing that ressemble a smile he used to wear upon his face, wich now seemed to be totally emotionless, as if he didn't know wich mask he should choose to wear. Blaise was way more simple to understand, thought Mikka. He came to her, and smiled, simply. It was a warm smile, and for the first time, someone else than Mikka's mother hugged her. She hugged back, and told him about the cakes she and Pansy went to get in the kitchen. She asked him about having tea with them, and he smiled again. Draco simply went and sat on the other couch, with Blaise, without saying a word. Oh Merlin. Damn boy. Can't you speak like normal people ? Screw you. But at least, the two other slytherins were talking.

Pansy was a nice girl, when Mikka thought about it. She was always very friendly with her, and sometimes, she went with her to Hogsmeade. Blaise was closer to Pansy than he was to her, but he was ... kind. She helped him a bit with homework, and they've once hung out after potions class, with Pansy. Draco ... Even if she never talked to him, except that day when she painted the ceilling, Mikka oftently watched him and he was obviously strange. He was surely more like to be a slytherin than she was, he was cunning, sly, mean to almost everybody, and he was always showing off. But sometimes it seemed, just like some minutes ago, as if he was wearing a mask, hiding what he thought and was behing it. At least, i'm not the only one who pretends to be someone i'm not ...