Summary: No knows what happened inside that room, no one but Kira Malfoy…the supposed daughter of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy…and the Dark Lord. She's relieved when she is asked to attend Hogwarts away from Him. The Slytherin girl soon learns that there's more to life than being used and re-used when she falls in love with a certain Gryffindor, and not just any Gryffindor...a Weasley.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter.
I rubbed my shoulder to ease the pain running up and down my back as I walked towards the Great Hall. Hagrid had planned an intense lessen for Care of Magical Creatures. Blaise Zabini, (a very close friend of Draco's I might add) had been chosen as my official Care of Magical Creatures partner, yet he hadn't done anything all week. I'd done all the work and was now paying because Blaise was a lazy freeloader. It had been a strenuous way to start the day, and it almost made me want to go running back to the hospital wing.
Almost.
I turned a corner and was instantly thrown to the ground by a collision. The impact didn't add well to my already throbbing shoulders and the breath was knocked out of me.
There was a moment of silence after I fell.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" came a male voice out of nowhere, "Here, let me help you up."
"Urgh…" was my reply. I felt myself being forced into a sitting position. I wanted to jerk myself away from him, my privacy was being somewhat invaded. Or perhaps I just wasn't used to physical touch.
"I wasn't paying any attention. Are you okay?" The boy asked.
"I'm going to stun you if you don't move." I grumbled. I felt his hands leave my body so I sat up straight and looked up into a brilliant pair of green eyes. Could my nerves be any more shot than they already were?
Harry Potter.
He blinked down at me. "You okay?"
I spoke without thinking, "I'm in so much pain right now I could shat on you."
"Here," he whipped his wand out of his robes. "I've got a charm for that. Hold out your arm."
I looked at him suspiciously. Surely the infamous Harry Potter had issues with Slytherins too.
"It's okay, I won't do anything."
I frowned, but held out my arm. If he tried something funny it's not like I couldn't hex him back. I tried thinking of a good hex I hadn't used in a while.
Slowly he touched his wand to my forearm. "Profena."
A warm sensation flashed through my body and the pain in my back and shoulders eased then disappeared.
"Better?"
I nodded.
"Good." He stood and helped me up.
I wasn't sure what to think of his kindness. Or perhaps there was a catch?
"Hey!" a voice behind Harry said bestially, "Hey, 'arry. What're you doing? C'mon!" A red haired boy appeared behind the green eyed boy. He looked a bit like Fred. He took hold of Harry's collar and began dragging him off.
"Uh, s-sorry." Harry said apologetically as he was being dragged off, "I suddenly have someplace I need to be. I hope the charm helped."
He was sweet. I attempted to smile but failed dismally. My job was to observe, not get caught up. Besides, who was I to get involved with Harry Potter? Even I wouldn't get involved with me.
"Ron told me he saw you talking to a Slytherin."
As Ron sat next to Harry he gave his friend a slightly appalled look.
"Well, I couldn't help-" Harry started.
"I don't care what Ron thinks," Hermione interrupted, earning a drab look from Ron, "Personally I think it's good of you to expand your social life to more than just your house. Not that you haven't already been doing exactly that." She gave Harry a fairly significant look so he knew she was talking about the D.A.
Ron wasn't quite as open-minded, "It's your business who you talk to. But still, Harry…a Slytherin?"
"And a Malfoy no less." George cut in as he and Fred walked down the aisle. They seats on the bench on either side of Harry. "That lass was a Malfoy."
"Wha- a Malfoy?" Harry sputtered, caught off guard. "It couldn't be."
They all looked at George expectantly.
"I'm just as surprised." George continued, clearly enjoying the attention. "She and Fred earned a detention yesterday Umbridge. Fred was, erm, staring at her in class. Kira Malfoy's the name." He laughed as Fred cast him a snide look.
"Shut up."
"Dad never mentioned anything about Draco having a sister." Ron piped up. "Has anyone here ever seen her at Hogwarts before?"
Everyone shook their heads.
"Maybe I should ask Snuffles?" Harry suggested.
"That's a good idea." Ron replied. "If anyone knows who she is it's Sir- er, Snuffles."
"Doesn't that seem strange," Hermione pondered, "For her to just to spring up out of the blue? I wonder if she doesn't have some purpose in being at Hogwarts besides getting an education."
"Hey." Harry said suddenly, rummaging around in his bag. "Did I lend any of you my potions book?"
Everyone ignored Harry as he continued to delve through his bag.
"Fred," Hermione continued, having paid no attention to Harry
"Yeah?"
"George mentioned Umbridge, which means she's in your Defense Against the Dark Arts class."
Fred frowned, "Your point?"
"Which means that she's a sixth year too, yet you've never seen her here before?"
Fred shook his head, "She must have been at another school or something."
"Yet," Hermione continued, "Why would the Malfoys send their children off to different schools?"
"Seriously guys," Harry piped up, "Who stole my potions book? Snape is gonna wring my neck if I don't have it."
"Wait, Fred, why were you staring at the Malfoy chick?" Ron asked suddenly as if Harry hadn't said a word.
Everyone couldn't help but notice the lack of response from Fred.
"Because," George said loudly, clearly covering up for his twin, "She's the strangest looking Malfoy, in the history of Malfoys-"
"George, shush!" Ron said with a low voice suddenly, his expression panicked.
George wasn't listening, "Do you blame Fred? I mean, really. What kind of a Malfoy has black hair? Or wolfish eyes like hers?"
"George, stop flapping your bloody lips!" Ron hissed.
Fred was suddenly smirking with his twin, "And what kind of a Malfoy doesn't have a pinched up face like the lot of them?"
"Not I." Kira said simply.
Fred recognized her voice and stiffened. Harry and George, who had not seen Kira coming, turned quite suddenly in their seats. Everyone but Fred turned to face Kira, expecting a snide remark.
She merely narrowed her eyes and handed Harry a potions book. "Here. This fell out of your bag when we collided earlier."
"O-oh. Thanks. I have potions next." Harry took the book. "Thanks." His hands shook as he forced the book into his bag.
Fred kept his back to Kira, but he was eerily aware that her eyes were boring into the back of his head. Everyone else stared at Kira, anticipating something extreme. They became aware that several people had turned in their seats to gawk at them.
Her eyes then lifted out of their reverie. "Harry, you dropped this too." She placed a folded piece of paper on the table slowly. Kira saw Hermione lift her hand to her mouth in surprise upon seeing the piece of paper. She let a smile slide onto her face, slowly, knowingly, deviously. She leaned down and whispered into Harry's ear so quietly that only he could hear, "You might want to lock that up in a place where Umbridge can't find it."
Harry pulled back in surprise. Kira turned her back on them and walked away. When she was at a safe distance Ron burst out laughing. "Yeah. That's a Malfoy, no joke. I need a mirror so I can show George the look on his face."
George went pink. "Shut up, Ron."
"I told you to shush," Ron smirked.
"It's not funny." Hermione snapped irritably. She had snatched the piece of paper and was reading it before Harry could even touch it. "This is…problematic."
"What is it?" Harry asked.
Ron leaned over Hermione to read over her shoulder and all traces of humor vanished from his face, "Bloody hell."
"It's the list," Hermione said urgently, keeping her voice hushed. "The list of signatures for the D.A. And Dumbledore's Army is written in bold letters right across the top."
Everyone went very silent.
"Do you know what she could do with this kind of information? She could tell Draco, she could tell Umbridge! Harry! What in the world were you doing carrying this around?"
"I-"
"Oh never mind! Give it here. I'll take it and lock it up in my dormitory." Hermione slipped the parchment into her bag. "Harry, you need to talk to her. Convince her not to tell anyone what she knows."
"Are you bloody crazy?" Ron argued, "That's as likely as convincing Umbridge to resign. Harry Potter, the 'chosen one' walking up to a Malfoy to ask for a favor? How do you think that would go over?"
"We could send her an owl." Harry suggested.
"That's even worse," Hermione shook her head, "Then she'd have written proof that she could take to Umbridge."
"Or," George piped up with a sidelong look at Fred, "Fred could talk to her in detention, since apparently they're on speaking terms."
Everyone looked at Fred.
"When is their detention?"
Fred frowned like he really wanted to talk to Kira again. "The date hasn't been set yet, but I'm assuming it's sometime soon."
"That doesn't help," said Hermione. "'Soon' could mean anywhere from next week to next month."
"Well, it's all we have to go on," Harry retorted, "if we want to take an accurate shot at keeping this quiet."
Hermione nodded slowly, "That's true. Well then, that's what you'll do Fred. When you have detention, you need to talk to her alone. Convince her not to tell anyone."
Fred nodded, "Okay, that's fine, but...I'm not doing this because I want to."
I was sitting at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall trying to get some decent catch-up work done, but found myself distracted by the food. I stopped working just to stare at the food before me and my mouth began to water. All along the Slytherin table I saw large serving bowls filled to the brim with hot fluffy eggs and juicy bacon, and there were plates teeming with brown warm brown toast. I became overwhelmed with hunger and found myself filling up my plate with food. I piled eggs and bacon on a single piece of toast and hurriedly crammed it into my mouth. I discreetly used a napkin just to show I still had some class.
I was shoving my face, and imagining what any member of my family would do if they could see me now, when the letter came. I recognized my father's white barn owl at once and when the owl landed next to me I saw my name written on the envelope. I wasn't surprised, per se, only intrigued that he had the nerve to send me a letter. I wasted no time opening it, and inside I recognized his handwriting scribbled upon the parchment:
Kira,
I hadn't believed Draco when he'd sent a rather alarming letter saying that you were potentially with child. But the letter I've just received from Hogwarts school nurse only confirms it. I realize that this puts the operation at risk, the Dark Lord needs you there to keep an eye on the Potter Posse. But perhaps pulling you out of Hogwarts to bear his child is more important. I have not told him yet of your recent situation, but I'm sure he will be most pleased when I do.
If you do in fact intend on coming home, I will wait for you to come home so we can discuss what becomes of the Envelope that you desire.
But don't think that your detention from Delores Umbridge didn't go unnoticed.
Lucius Malfoy
How like Lucius. Start with the 'good' news and end with the 'better' news.
Obviously he was insinuating that he wanted me to come home. I also did not fail to notice that he didn't seem at all surprised by my 'situation', if anything he sounded eager. Suddenly bearing the Riddle child was the highest honor I could bestow upon my father.
How disgusting…
…but not as disgusting as these eggs. I liked eggs, but these tasted like ash on my tongue. Why had I even stuck a single bite in my mouth again?
I looked down at my stomach. For someone who was twelve weeks pregnant my stomach looked fairly flat. Perhaps the child was premature, I fantasized, and perhaps I would have a miscarriage before anyone noticed. But that was just wishful thinking.
Another tidbit in the letter that I puzzled over was the fact that Draco wrote father an 'alarming' letter. Was he concerned? That was just about as likely as catching Professor Snape trying to lick his elbow in front of a mirror in a girl's lavatory, but I still felt the need to confront him about it.
"Hiya, Kira!" The sickly sweet tone was like fingernails to a chalkboard in my ears.
Oh god.
"Yeah, long time no see," I replied indifferently.
Pansy waved her little Slytherin friends off, "I'll catch up with you later." She sat right in front of me and looked at me pleasantly. "So I need to ask you something."
I inwardly groaned. "Um, shoot."
She grinned happily, "Okay, so, I really like Draco."
I so did not want to be dealing with this. I looked at her waiting for her to say more, and when she didn't I cleared my throat. "Yeah, what about him…?"
"I need to know if I'm in love or if it's just a silly school girl crush." She sighed dismally, it was really quite shallow. "I've liked him since I first met him. Basically every time I see him I'm immediately happy and it's like he brightens up the room. Whenever he talks to me I start shaking really badly, I get so nervous around him! I get all nervous and my palms go all sweaty and clammy. It's like he's permanently stuck in my mind. I've even started dreaming about him at night…"
How could someone talk so much about one person? Draco would be thrilled to hear he had such a rabid fan.
"Well, what is it exactly that you see in him?" I asked dryly. The question had double meaning. "Because if that's all there is then it's just a crush."
"Oh," Pansy frowned, "I hadn't expected you to say that."
I sighed, I'd only told her what she needed to hear, which wasn't necessarily what she'd wanted to hear. I really hadn't meant to hurt her feelings, though I also really didn't care.
"Look, in case you hadn't noticed, Draco has quite a few girlfriends. He's probably not the one for you, but that's just my opinion."
"Quite a few girlfriends?" Pansy looked alarmed.
"Err," I faltered, "What I meant by that..." What did I mean by that? "I meant, girls who are friends. Erm, like, I don't know...competition?" That sounded utterly ridiculous, but Pansy didn't seem to notice.
She nodded seriously, "You're probably right. Well, thanks for your help, I'll think about what you said when I ask him out." She smiled ridiculously and stood up to leave, "See you around!"
I wanted to puke. What was the point in asking me for advice if she was just going to do what she wanted anyways? Well, I already know what Draco was going to say.
I silently took out a blank piece of parchment and wrote my father a quick reply.
Lucius,
Here is my weekly report on Potter. Everything is fine, no one believes him, even some of his friends think he's a liar. Delores Umbridge's attempts at turning Potter are useless, he knows what he saw last year, but his persistence is turning to our advantage. He's just making himself look mad.
As for the other detail. I wish to remain at Hogwarts for a while longer, it would do me good and it would help me to clear my head a bit more. I plan on staying at Hogwarts for as long as I possibly can.
Give my regards,
Kira Malfoy
I folded up the parchment and tied it to the barn owl's leg. It hooted cutely and took off with the rest of the morning owl deliverers.
