::DISCLAIMER:: I do NOT own the "Harry Potter" series. If I did I wouldn't be struggling with college right now.

I do however own Chasity Malfoy and any other AU characters and character back-stories, plots, etc that are unrecognizable to the HP Universe. This story is very AU; you have been warned.

Additionally, the first SIX chapters were originally posted under the account Karma_6810 on Mibba roughly 4 years ago. I AM the Original Author. ::DISCLAIMER::


Chapter Three :: People Change

"Why didn't you tell us who you were?" Pansy asked, sounding a bit hurt.

"Why didn't you figure it out on your own, Pansy?" Draco countered the girl's question. "It's not as if she changed that much. Aside from the hair and the new tattoo, that you can't even see, she is the same as last year."

"Tattoo?" Blaise said, causing Chasity and Draco to simultaneously shake their heads.

"She goes to school in America and each time we see her, there is something different about her. Before last year your sister, was this untainted-Malfoy. Now look at her, Draco!' Pansy shouted, gesturing wildly. "You let your sister run rampant in another country and she looks less and less like a pureblooded wizard."

Chasity's eyes narrowed. "You make it sound as if I had grown another head!" Pansy flinched; causing a glimmer of triumph to flash through Chasity's storm gray orbs. Unlike Pansy's beliefs, she still held her pureblooded-values. "Merlin Parkinson!" She shouted, outraged by the girl's accusations. "Not much changed since last time. Shall we go over everything that changed about me last time? Because that seems to all you want to point out.

"Saying that I am no longer a pureblooded wizard. How dare you imply that a Malfoy is losing touch with their heritage!"

"Chas," Draco whispered softly, trying to calm his sister down. To him this had just become the longest train ride to Hogwarts he had ever had to sit through.

Chasity turned to her brother, her storm grey eyes darkening to a shade that could only be distinguished as black. "Don't you Chas me, Draco Malfoy. You have no right, as you sit there lying to me about whoever the bloody hell that was earlier." Chasity took a deep breath. "I know you know Draco, or have you forgotten?" She questioned cryptically. The youngest Malfoy paled.

"Where was I?" Chasity mussed aloud. Pansy made a move to respond but thought better of it and shut her mouth. "Ah," Chasity smirked. "Let's start from the top. Literally."

She turned to Blaise. "When was it that you last saw me Blaise?"

"Two summers ago."

"So not this past summer correct?" She asked. Blaise nodded, now afraid to speak as he looked at the smoldering look in her eyes. "How long did it take for you to recognize me? Two hours correct?" He nodded once more. "I see." Chasity tied her hair up into a bun and threaded her wand through the strands.

Draco regarded his sister carefully, realizing the normally rational, emotionless, reserved, carefree Malfoy had just snapped. What had America do to her? He wondered to himself. What had Declan Quincy done to my sister?

"Now the first thing that threw you off that summer is larger than what I am about to point out, but to mention that first defeats the purpose of starting from the top. You see, once you got a look at me from the front, your eyes almost immediately went to my ears. Why? Was it because there was a cartilage piercing in my right ear?" She asked pointedly. "And of course, let's not forget that the second I opened my mouth to speak Blaise nearly fell over backwards into the pool. Honestly, had you never seen a tongue ring?" Chasity opened her mouth and let her tongue slip past her lips, showing off a silver stud with a script "M" engraved in the center.

"However, Blaise," Chasity smirked the ever so infamous Malfoy smirk. "You noticed something first. Something that completely grasped your attention, didn't you?"

Blaise Zabini just stared at the eldest Malfoy child. He did not need to answer, for the four of them knew the answer to the question.

Chasity gestured to her chest. "I was wearing a bathing suit that day. A white, diamond lined bikini," Chasity made a sound in disgust. "However, it wasn't the sparkles that kept your attention Blaise. It was what lay beneath the delicate fabric; for unlike the girls in your year, I was strutting what I had instead of covering it up with an idiotic uniform top. And you dear Blaise, was only being a teenager, a young hormonally controlled teenager that's eyes are trained into noticing attributes such as that right away." Blaise gave a short, quick nod in agreement.

"There was something else however that really threw you off wasn't there?"

"A lot threw us off Chasity," Pansy sneered.

"But what was it that really got to you Parkinson? I mean really got under your skin?"

Chasity stood and lifted up the back off her shirt. "Did my Dragon bother you?" she asked looking over her shoulder. She pulled down her shirt and turned around. "Did it bother you to know that someone had Draco's symbol permanently inked into their skin? Or was it the fact that I had the Malfoy crest dangling from the piercing in my navel?" Chasity then showed the piercing in her belly button. Although it was not the Malfoy crest anymore, the neon green bar stood out as a great contrast from her pale skin. She dropped her shirt almost as soon as she lifted it.

"You see, who I was didn't even click until you saw the tattoo on my wrist, the one that I talked about getting for years," she said referencing back to the tattoo that was the reason for Blaise identifying her a few moments prior to the start of this discussion.

"Need I say more?"

"No," Pansy choked out, caught between fright and anger.

Chasity smirked triumphantly and sat down in her seat next to her brother. Without another glance to the two she was just, as she would call it, educating, she pulled out a book from her carry-on bag and began to read. It was if people in Hogwarts weren't used to people changing over the summer.

With a sigh, she resumed her train ride to Hogwarts in silence.

Chasity knew one thing for sure:

She had come home to England, a changed girl.


A/N: I swear she doesn't stay Mary Sue! I will improve on her character once I begin writing these chapters from scratch. Keep in mind up to Chapter Six was written when I was 15... I am now 19.

Please bear with me.

Happy Reading:)

-bemusedkittykat