Disclaimer: Well, I am typing this on my laptop. My computer is being
fucked up right now and won't let me do anything on it! Oh well, thank god
for floppy disks! So-hopefully, this will be the last part in my chapter
trilogy. I really am sorry about that but sometimes it happens,
unfortunately for me! So, I suppose onto the hopefully last part of this
chapter. Maybe when my computer is being nice to me and I can use my zip
drive again, maybe I'll put all three together instead of these three.
Please excuse any grammatical errors, my laptop is shitty.
Muggle Studies part three: Draco's P.O.V.
As Draco walked to his room after classes, he practically fell over Harry 'wonder boy' Potter. "Potter-what are you doing down here so late? Another detention from Snape for you lack of infidelity? Wait-infidelity would mean that you've had sex, right? That would be the day."
"Actually-you arse, I came to talk to you." Harry looked annoyed and on edge.
"Really?" Draco looked at him intently, "Why?"
"Everyone knows that you and Hermione are going to be elected as the heads. I know that you and Hermione have been spending time together, and well, have been doing...things. I would like to make a proposal to you." Harry looked like he was going to puke any second.
"Well, what kind of proposal are you implying, Potter?"
"I was thinking that I could, uh, pay you. To, you know, stay away from Hermione."
Draco was in shock. 'Not only does this arse think that that stupid mudblood and I have shagged, he wants to pay me to keep away from her!' he thought, 'Oh this is classic!'
"Potty, not only have I never shagged Granger," he started 'Though I plan to.' "I would never accept money from the likes of you. I have plenty at my disposal, thanks. Now totter off so that I can get ready for my award." Draco promptly walked off, leaving a very pissed off Harry and wondering weather or not they really hadn't had sex.
As Draco got out of the shower, he finalized his plans. 'First, I'll make her tell me what that little secrete of her's is. Then, I'll get her to want me as she's never wanted anybody. And after she's madly in love with me, I'll take her surly intact virginity.'
After finishing getting ready, Draco and Blaise made their way to the Great Hall for dinner, and the announcement ceremony.
Walking into the Great Hall, Draco immediately noticed Hermione, already sitting with her friends, chatting away as if there were no tomorrow. 'Girls do that way too much. Well-Hermione is no longer a girl, that's for damn sure!' he thought as he went and sat at his own table.
"So, Draco, how's the bet going?" asked Goyal.
Draco looked up from his food. 'Not too well.' He thought. "What do you think? I've already arranged with her to do it tonight. In our private rooms."
Blaise glanced at Draco, "Bullshit."
"Wonderful game, but you would be picking up the deck right about now if we were playing." responded Draco.
"You're full of it." Blaise insisted.
Draco leaned over the table and looked Blaise right in the face, "If you don't believe me, go and ask her you're self."
Knowing that he shouldn't, Blaise got up from the table and went over to the Gryffindor table. Walking right up to a surprised Hermione, Blaise asked her if she could please excuse her friends for a second so that he could talk to her.
"Yes, can I help you Zabinie?" she asked.
"Well, you see; Draco said that tonight, after you two have your own rooms, that you were going to shag. I thought that it was complete bullshit, so he said if I didn't believe him to come over here and ask you- so here I am."
"Well, Blaise, may I call you Blaise, yes. Blaise-you see, we are going to shag. Hopefully so hard and much that I can't see straight." Blaise looked up at her, expecting to see her laughing, but she was innocently just standing there with a smile on her face. "Would you like to join us? You know what they say-two's company, three's a fuckload of fun!" Blaise went red in the face, and went to join his housemates.
When Blaise sat back down, he was not only red faced, but thoroughly disgusted.
"Well Blaise, what did granger say?" Draco asked.
"Have fun." He mumbled.
"That's what she said-'have fun'?"
"No, that's what I'm saying. Now if you would please excuse me-I'm going to go and puke from what she did just say! Ug-gross!!" With that said, Blaise quickly left for the laverty, which he made just in time to...
Hermione's P.O.V.
"What was that all about, 'Mione?" Harry asked skeptically.
"None of your business, he just asked me a question." She replied.
Dumbledore rose from his seat at the center of the teacher's table. "Shh, clam now." He waited for the attention of the students. "As you know, the election of the Heads' was lengthened. Tonight, I announce the elected. I hope that you will treat them with as much respect as you treat me. Now, without further dew, Hermione Granger, and Draco Malfoy, please stand." As soon as Hermione and Draco stood up, their badges flew to them. "Congratulations, after you finish eating I will show you to you new rooms. Enjoy he rest of you meal, everyone." Dumbledore sat down and continued to eat.
"Congrats' Hermione." Ron said in between mouth fulls of mashed potato.
"Yeah, congratulations Hermione." Harry said, smiling, "How about after you get your rooms settled, you come and we'll throw a party in the common room."
"As much fun as hat might be Harry, I already have made plans. Sorry."
Harry looked very angry all of a sudden, "With whom, Malfoy."
"Not that it's any of your business, but yes, my plans do include him." She spat back, "And I think that I'll be going now. Good bye." Across the room, Draco saw that Hermione had gotten up, he followed her lead and they waited for Dumbledore at the door.
"Any special plans tonight, Hermione? Draco?" Dumbledore asked them on their way up a flight of stairs, that neither knew existed.
Hermione had a little twinkle in her eye, "Why yes professor, I do."
"And how about you Draco, do you have any plans?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact I do." Hermione didn't like the way he had said that.
'Oh stop being so stupid,' she thought, 'You're in for a hell of a night.'
They stopped in front of a big mahogany door, with a resemblance to the medieval days. On it was the word "Kryptonite".
"Kryptonite, what's this headmaster?" asked Hermione.
"It is the part of the castle that you will be staying in. This part of the castle has many secretes, and many of them are unknown even to me." He replied.
"Then why put us here? Couldn't I be dangerous?" Draco asked him.
"No, because there is nothing in this part of he castle that could be dangerous, unless it is put here by someone."
"So, do we just open the door and we can get in?" questioned Hermione.
"No. Can you see that the K is engraved into the wood while the rest of the word isn't?" the headmaster asked the children.
"Yes." They replied.
"Well, all you do is touch it, say your password and the door will open."
Hermione turned to Draco, "What should the password be?" she asked him.
Draco thought for a moment. "Secretes lie within." He replied.
Dumbledore turned to him, "I think it will be perfect."
"Hermione?" Draco looked at her.
"Perfect." Hermione ran her index finger threw the engraving, said "secretes lie within" and the door opened into a beautiful room, decorated in the Gryffindor red and Slytherin green. 'Looks a bit like Christmas in here.' She thought.
Inside the room, you could see two desks, opposite each other, four couches, alternated between red and green, an archway that led to a library, and big, beautiful, stained glass fireplace and two doors. On the right was a red door while on the left was a green door. Everything visible so far was made with mahogany wood, some stained and some wasn't. Dumbledore walked into the room first followed by Hermione and Draco. Both had their on ideas on how the night was going to happen.
"To get into your room, you use the same idea as with the main door. Also inside your room you will find that all of your things have been brought up from you previous room. You will be sharing a laverty; please do not fight over it. Moreover, because we are in such a remote part of the castle, there isn't any other way to get to your common rooms, except going threw the regular corridors. Any questions?" Dumbledore looked from Draco to Hermione.
"How will we be sure to get to class on time if we're in too remote of an area?" asked Draco.
"I can assure you that you will not be late for any classes unless you over sleep. Is there anything else?" Dumbledore look d at Hermione.
"I think Malfoy and I can handle anything else." She said.
"I you have any questions, or would like to chat, my door is always open." Dumbledore said to the students, "Goodnight. I will see you at breakfast." With that, he left.
Without any recognition to Draco, Hermione walked to the red door, traced the K and whispered something that Draco could not hear. Walking into her room, Hermione immediately went over to her trunk, pulled out her boom box and c.d.'s, put in a Nirvana c.d. and began to redecorate her room.
"Too much Gryffindork. I really hate it. I think black and silver will do nicely." She said aloud to no one.
Transforming her comforter and sheets from matching shades of red, to just midnight pitch black, her pillows from red and gold to black and silver, her curtains from their red with gold embroidery to black with silver embroidery, pretty much everything that was red and gold went to black and silver; and of course all the fabric was 100% real silk, Hermione would stand for no less. She even changed her carpet from burgundy red to the same black as her comforter silver rugs where the gold ones had been.
"Finally, now I think I'll go change the common room, Christmas year round is just too fucking happy!" Hermione walked back into the common room.
The first thing that she noticed was that Draco wasn't in it. 'Good.' She thought, 'I don't look a bit sluttish right now, and that could slow down my plans.' After changing all of the red and gold to black and silver, Hermione went back into her room.
Peeking into the laverty, she noticed that Draco was walking back into his room.
"Now, to put my plan into action." Hermione muttered to herself, and got all slutty-ed up.
Draco & Hermione's P.O.V.
Walking out of the laverty, Draco noticed that Hermione was peeking into it. 'Probably to make sure I wasn't in there.' He thought.
Draco had just finished freshing up, and had gone back into his room to change a few things. "Now to put my plan into action." He said, and that required him getting Hermione into his room.
"Well, here goes everything." He muttered to himself before walking back into the bathroom.
Hermione dressed herself in the sluttiest thing she owned, which was not that slutty, except on her. She was wearing a pair of black dickies, with very visible black g-string, and a very, very tight, back tube top; which you could definitely see her cleavage out of, mind you, she was not small breasted. She had no shoes or socks on, but she was relatively tall, so height wasn't needed. In addition, she had her hair put up in braided pigtails, with black rubber bands or course. And although she had on no make-up, she looked very slutty, and the second Draco saw her, his mouth mentally dropped to the floor. (He could keep his composure, what else could you expect from a Malfoy?)
'Holy bloody hell!' Draco's mind screamed, 'Is that Hermione?!' Draco's eyes were much more than pleased. 'My job just got much easier.'
(Which was saying he didn't already want to fuck her and find out what she was keeping from every one? Oh no, that wasn't him. It was some other guy named Draco Malfoy, with natural bleach blonde hair, and the picture of every girl at Hogwarts fantasy. Yep, totally some other guy.)
"Hermione, we need to talk." Draco stated firmly.
"Yes, I think we do." She replied.
"Where shall we talk, then?"
"How about in your room."
'This is too easy.' Draco thought. "Sure, follow me."
Following Draco, Hermione thought of how she was going to tell him her story. "Draco," She started.
"Have a seat." He gestured toward the bed.
'Perfect, his is going to be so easy.' She thought, and sat down.
"Now, I don't want to rush into things, but do you think," Draco started.
"I want to tell you why I got so mad at you about calling me a mudblood." She interrupted him.
"Works for me that was what I was going to ask you to tell me, anyway."
"Ok, so I guess I'll just start from the beginning. I am not a mudblood; I'm not even a half-blood. I'm a pureblood. My name is Mya Ilya, and you should know that name, your father and mine are very good friends. I know it seems weird, but it's true. When my father joined Voldermort, I got really pissed off at him. He came home one night and told me that our master, along with Lucious (sp?) Malfoy and he had had a discussion, one that involved me. He said that in two weeks I was to meet my future husband. Well, even at the age of ten, you can believe just how mad I was that I didn't get to choose my own husband, and the fact that he said I would do it or die, pissed me off even more. So, that night I packed, and around three in the morning, I went into muggle London, and never looked back. I already had a wand, being who I was and all, so I shrank all my stuff into this little backpack I used to always carry. I also changed my appearance. Like my hair, it's normally black, and very sleek and straight, and my eyes aren't really brown, their purple, like my real mother's." Hermione looked Draco in the eyes.
"Then how did you become a Granger?" he asked.
"I walked around for a while, not really knowing where I was, only that I wanted to get away from my past. I remember walking to a park and a really nice man from this party, I'm pretty sure it was of the little kid's birthday. Anyway, the guy gave me an otter pop. Basically, flavored ice put in a little plastic package. The guy asked my name, and I told him it was Hermione, why I don't know, that's just what came to mind first. He introduced me to the rest of the kids and we all played until all but one was gone. Then he came up to me and asked where my mommy and daddy were, and I told him that I didn't know, so he and this woman took me to the police station. They said that only a little girl with black hair and purple eyes had been reported missing, and because my appearance they people, the Grangers, decided to take me home. After about two months the adopted, me and I became Hermione Granger. For a while, they let me be me, well, the me everyone knew, not the real me. And for a while, they let me do as I pleased. Then they started with the fighting. Then, my 'dad' started drinking, and my 'mom' started getting high. After I got my letter, which I was sure I wouldn't get, I was so happy. It said that I would have to get a wand, and I immediately went to my room, broke mine in two, and threw it out the window and into the grass. I was determined to be completely different then I was I already had my adoptive parents fooled. Well, when I got to Hogwarts, I met you, and I fell for you right away; but I couldn't let my two new best friends know that know could I? Dumbledore took me out of class one day and I had to spill my guts, because he already knew. Of course I left out about how my 'parents' did 'things' because then he would want to put me with different people. He asked me if I felt any remorse toward my real parents and I told him no. At the time I didn't miss them at all, now I really wish that I had never left. This year I finally took off the mask, it's not too far into the year and I'm thinking that I might take off the whole mask, and let everyone know the true me, the real me, Mya Qxz Ilya. I guess that then I would have to go back to my real parents, but I could live with that. At least they wouldn't be drunk and high all the time, or make me do chores." Hermione laid her in Draco's lap. "What do you think?"
"Well, I remember when my father told me hat I would be marrying Mya Qxz Ilya, and at the time I was very annoyed with the thought of getting married. My mother even started talking to me about where I thought would be a great place to be married; I told her hell and she laughed and said I had funny ideas, and it was a gene I got from my father. Only now do I realize the women was insulting us, oh well, she's more than paid for it. Nevertheless, I think that you should become Mya Qxz Ilya again. I've seen your mother, and even at forty, she looks amazing, although I would never shag her. With black hair and purple eyes, you'd look even more amazing than your mother."
"So, wait, one you didn't answer my question." Hermione looked at him, "But two you're saying I'm ugly."
Draco was flabbergasted, "NO! Mya, you look so amazing now, even without your natural looks."
"Uh-huh, sure. Nice way to try and cover it up." She replied sourly.
"I think that I remember my mum saying how ticklish you are," he started to tickle her. "I think that she was right!"
With Hermione pinned, and laughing madly, Draco turned to lye on top of her to get a better tickling range. Yet the klutz he was in bed, he some how lost his balance and ended up with her lying with Hermione on top of him.
Draco stopped tickling her when he realized just how hard he was getting, and Hermione stopped laughing upon feeling this.
'Ok, this for some reason was not what I had in mind. I just need to go with it, and my plan will work.' Hermione thought, and leaned down to kiss Draco full on the lips.
She licked his bottom lip, and he gave way to her. Their tongues battling for the upper hand. Draco gained it, and began to let his hands wander. After a few minuets of spit swapping, Hermione pulled away and started nibbling down his neck. Pulling his shirt up she, then began to leave love bites along Draco's collarbone. Hermione could hear the growls coming from the back of Draco's throat.
Fed up with losing the upper hand, Draco picked up Hermione. Hermione giggled and tried to resume her biting, when Draco unbuttoned her pants. "Mya, you have freckles on your chest, I didn't notice that." He unzipped them and stopped.
"What, scared?" Hermione taunted. Draco forced her to stand up and he pulled her pants down to her ankles
"Nice tan, I didn't think it would cover your entire body." He said to the standing form of Hermione.
She sat back down and started fiddling with his pants button. "Well, I tan naked, what's unusual about that?" she asked unzipping his pants.
'My plan is totally working.' Draco thought. "Well, nothing I guess. It's just,"
Draco slipped out of his pants. "It's just what?" Hermione asked, seeing Draco was good and 'happy'.
"Well," Hermione cut him off with thoroughly kissing him.
"Well?" she asked, making a trail of kisses down his six-pack.
"The majority of those I've," he gasped, Hermione getting very close to the tip of his boxers.
"Those you've?" she asked, playing with the elastic.
"Slept with, don't." Draco gasped.
'Ding, ding, ding.' Hermione said stopping. Draco looked up questioningly. "What makes you think we were going to have sex?" she asked smiling.
Hermione pulled up her pants, gave Draco a quick kiss on the lips, said bye and walked back to her room.
Right after closing the laverty door connected to Draco's room, she heard him yell, "Goddamn it, Mya. This means war!"
Hermione walked into her room, "If it's war you want, then it's war you get." She said and walked over to her desk.
Draco's P.O.V.
Draco got up and got ready without any notice of Hermione. After last night, he had to come up with a plan of attack. 'I'll get her, just watch out Mya, just watch out.' He thought as he made his way down to the Great Hall.
"How'd things go last night Draco?" asked Blaise.
"Our plans were interrupted." He replied vaguely.
"Pity, but you still have till Christmas holidays." Goyal said before stuffing his face with pancakes.
As Draco was just about to take a bite of his pancakes, he heard the owls. Stopping before he could be hit with the syrup on the bite, he put down his fork and awaited the letter from his father.
All around him, owls were landing, and his came lying threw. His father's eagle owl came and perched on his out stretched hand. Draco quickly took the letter and put it in his pocket. Suddenly, a black hawk came and landed right in front of him. Jekyll, as his father's owl had been named, did a bowing of the head, recognizing a superior. Draco was astonished, Jekyll did not bow for anyone, and suddenly it did for an owl he'd never seen before. The hawk nipped at his finger. He to take both of the parchments from it's leg, but it only let him take one, and before he could give it something to eat, it quickly flew across the room to Hermione.
"Mya." He whispered.
"What?" asked Blaise.
"Nothing." Draco replied dismissively. Giving Jekyll a bit of pancake, he flew off leaving Draco to his own business.
Draco was most curious about what his Mya had sent him, therefore he opened it.
It read:
Draco,
If it's war you want, its war you get.
Yet, we need to set boundaries that cannot be crossed.
I do hope you had a good time last night, but what we discussed cannot be held against us. Also, we cannot involve others with our battle.
It would be silly and foolish of ourselves to include our friends, but I
trust that you will not bring them into this. Sorry for last night.
Well, not too sorry. If you agree, then come and kiss
Me, right now. Then the battles begin.
Mya
Draco, not one to lose his masculinity, folded up the parchment, and put it into his pocket. "I'll be right back." He told his friends, and got up form the table.
He walked right over to the Gryffindor table. "What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Ron snarled.
"This," Draco replied and kissed Hermione soundly on the lips. Letting his linger there, a moment longer than needed, Hermione opened up her mouth ever so slightly, and Draco shot his tongue into her mouth. Draco came to his senses, pulled away and sat down. "How's everyone doing this morning?" he asked, looking from side to side.
"I think I lost my appetite." Harry said pushing his plate away from him.
"Oh well, Mya, I will see you tonight, so we can finalize?" Draco asked Hermione.
"Yes, around six?" she replied.
"Ok, it's going to be a long, rough night." Draco said, kissed her lightly on the lips, "See you in class." Got up, and walked back to his table.
Hermione's P.O.V.
"What was that all about, Granger?" asked Padma.
"And why did Draco call you Mya?" asked Lavender.
"None of you business Patail, and Mya is my name." Hermione said as if everything was solved, and got up to go to class.
Harry and Ron wouldn't be so dismissive, though.
"What do you mean, 'Mione? Mya is you name." asked Harry.
"Yes, Mya Qxz Ilya; my name, I'll explain later-I need to get to class and if you make me late I'll take points." She said sternly.
"You wouldn't take points from your own house." Ron replied cockily.
"Would you like to find out first hand that I would?" Hermione said.
Both boys ran off to class. Hermione walked fast, but not fast enough to make the bell, because she caught a couple Ravenclaws trying to ditch, and had to take points and lead them to class.
"Aw, 'Ermione. Why 'ye be late ter class?" asked Hagrid.
"A couple Ravenclaws were trying to ditch and I had to take them to class." She replied.
"Ok then, back to the Golden Geese." He said and went back to the flock of Geese.
Hermione stood in the back of the crowd, not caring about what Hagrid was saying. Her mind was elsewhere.
That was how the first apart of her day went. She went to class, went into lala land, and then went to another class. She totally skipped lunch and went to talk to Dumbledore instead.
Walking up to the Gargoyle, Hermione said the password "Cotton Candy" and walked up the steps.
Knocking on the door, the Headmaster said, "Come in." Hermione walked through the door. "Ah, Hermione, what seems to be on your mind?"
"Well, I was thinking that I wanted to let more people know. You know, that I'm really Mya Qxz Ilya." She said.
"Ok, how many people do you want to know Mya?"
"Everyone, I think that I might want to go back with my real parents."
"Are you sure about this Mya?" Dumbledore wanted her to, but he couldn't force her and he wanted her to make the decision.
"Yeah, but before we do anything about it, do you think I could think about it tonight, I kind of want to discuss it with someone."
"Of course, it's your decision. I'll be here tomorrow, around seven?"
"Seven it is, I'll see you then." And Hermione left for class.
Up until Muggle Studies, Hermione had been rather happy. Then when she entered the classroom and saw it had been transformed in to a set, she lost her happy.
"Miss Granger," started professor Dwidle.
"Professor." She replied curtly.
"Hermione,"
"Mya."
"Excuse me?"
"My name is Mya. I now go by Mya."
"Well, do you still go by Granger, or has that changed to?"
"For the moment, no, but I'd prefer to be called Mya."
"Fine, Mya, you have made Juliet in the play, you and Draco will be rehearsing on stage together today. He has you script, please go rehearse with him." With that, Prof.Dwidle walked away.
'Oh great, I have to lead with Draco, wait. Our war will definitely be interesting.' She thought while walking over to Draco. "What, forget to tell me we got the leads?" she asked him.
"No Mya, it just slipped my mind while you were biting me." He replied.
"Oh, did I hurt you?" she said with sarcasm.
"No, but you left a hell of a lot of bite marks, it looks like I've let leaches suck my blood." Hermione made a sucking face, "Not funny."
"Of course it was, an Ilya could do no less."
"An Ilya, are you?"
"Yes, by that of blood, and soon by looks."
Draco pulled her aside, "Really Mya, you're going to go back to them?"
"We can talk about it tonight."
"Right, then. Where should we begin?"
"Act two, scene two, 'Romeo: O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?' Ok," Dwidle said, "I want everyone to pay attention, meaning stop what you're doing and watch."
"Guess I'm Romeo," Draco mumbled to Hermione.
"Guess so." She mumbled back.
"Alright, Mya-Draco, you two stand facing each other, and improb the extras." Dwidle said sternly.
(R=Romeo and J=Juliet and N=Nurse) R: O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? J: What satisfaction canst thou have to-night? R: The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine. J: I gave thee mine before thou didst request it. And yet I would it were to give again. R: Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?
"For the purpose that thee can stop looking at my chest!" Hermione yelled at Draco.
"Ok, ok, calm down. Draco, don't stare at Her-Mya's chest. Padma, why don't we pick up with you." Dwidle looked tired.
"Alright Professor." Padma said sickeningly sweet.
"Just stand off to the side, Padma." He said.
N: Madam! J: I come, anon. --But if thou mean'st not well, I do beseech thee--
N: Madam!
J: By and by, I come. --To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief. To- morrow will I send.
R: So thrive my soul--
J: A thousand times good night!
R: A thousand the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love, as school boys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
"Oh-looks my arse; you wish you had the looks!" Hermione said threw laughing.
Dwidle looked at the clock, "Alright everybody, criticism. What do you think about that-love, hate, or just plan lust?"
"It didn't seem real enough. It had no love, no hate, and definitely to lust. It sucked royal wankers." Lavender popped off, "Except Padma did great, and she should be Juliet."
"Nice criticism, Lavender. However, Padma is not playing Juliet because I didn't think she was fit for that particular role." Dwidle started, "Now, Mya and Draco-think about what Lavender said, although I think it was perfect, with the exception of your mouthing off Mya, but the audience perceives what it does, and we have to go by that. So-anyone else?" When no one raised their hand, the Prof. said, "Class dismissed; see you on the morrow."
Walking out the door, Ron ad Harry took a hand, and led Hermione off. When she finally got out of their grasp, she was outside, sitting forcefully on a rock by the lake, but awfully close to the Forbidden Forest.
"Mind telling me why you two dragged me out here, kicking a yelling." Hermione asked them, ready to hurt them.
"Well, we didn't want you going off with Malfoy, and you owe us an explanation," started Harry.
"And we figured if given the chance, you would ignore us at dinner, so here we are." Ron finished.
"What do you want to know?" she asked, exasperatedly.
"Well," Hermione interrupted Ron.
"You have exactly three questions, so make it to point." She stated firmly.
"Why are you hanging out with ferret-face all of a sudden?" asked Harry.
"Because we have a new found understanding, and also we have a war." She replied vaguely.
"What's with the new look?" Ron asked.
"It's not new, and I took off the mask, this is who I'd be if I'd still be with my parents; though if I were I wouldn't be hanging out with you." Hermione answered.
"But aren't your parents the Grangers, and if not-who are they?" Harry asked with disbelief.
"No, they aren't. My real parents are the Ilyas'." She said, waiting to hear very loud voices yelling at her, to her astonishment, Ron simply asked,
"How'd that happen?"
"Ran away, changed my appearance, and got adopted by the Grangers. This was when I was ten, now I think that I'm going to go back to them. But I have to think about it a little more, tomorrow I'm gonna go see Dumbledore and we're gonna to talk about it."
"But 'Mione, you can't go back to them," Harry yelled at her.
"And why not? Why can't I go live with my family! Please, do tell me why- Mr. Harry Potter, tell me why I can't go and live with them." Hermione didn't like it when she was told what to and not to do.
"Because they're with Voldermort! What more do you need?" he replied.
"I need a real reason no to go back with my family." She said and started to leave.
"Where are you going?" asked Ron.
"You just asked your sixth question, therefore I don't have to answer, but for the hell of it; I'm going to go and see Draco."
"On a first name basis now are you?" Harry said with malice.
"Screw off, you stupid, hero, wanker." Hermione replied with venom. 'Ug, he tries to tell me what's best. Ug-it just makes me so, so, ug!' Hermione thought while walking away, toward the castle. 'Sometimes I wonder where his brain is! Is it shoved so far up that he can't even think like a normal fucking person! Sure-he has a point, they are with Voldermort, but what point is there to stay with the light. I don't care-they can do what they what, screw everyone else to royal hell.'
"Knut for your thought?" asked Pansy.
"What do you want Parkinson?" Hermione shot back.
"You're the one at the Slytherin entrance; I should be asking you the same thing."
"I need to speak with Draco, he wasn't in the room so I thought he'd be here." She lied quickly. Pansy went back through the hole, and came back a moment later.
"Come on, he said to wait in the common room, and he'd be down in a minuet." Pansy left Hermione standing in the common room.
"What are you doing here?" some fourth year asked as if she was scum.
However, before she could say anything, "Detention, tonight at seven, Keppel, for disrespecting a superior." A very greasy voice said.
"Professor Snape," Hermione said, this teacher had done nothing but antagonize her for her entire time of school, and sure he worked for the Order, but he was never nice before.
"Miss Ilya, how are you doing today, and might I ask why you're here?" he replied.
"I need to see Draco, and it's Granger...for now anyway." Hermione told him, "But instead of Hermione, it's now Mya."
"Mya, darling, you needed to see me?" Draco asked, coming up behind her.
"Yes, I was wondering if you'd like to accompany me on a walk, so we can discuss terms."
"Terms, what ever for?" asked Snape.
"Oh nothing, Severus. Just for a little war we have, and sure Mya; let's go now."
"Good bye, Professor." Hermione said before being dragged out the portrait hole by Draco.
"Instead of a walk how about we go and brake bread, its dinner after all." Draco told her.
"Alright, but why don't we have the house elves bring up some food, and we 'brake bread' in our common room."
"Fine by me, let's go."
Hermione and Draco went to the kitchen and asked to have their food sent up to them. When they got back to their rooms, the food was already there. With a table and chairs set up by the fire, instead of the couches. "I hope they leave he colors the same." Hermione said offhandedly. "Yes, I do too; I rather like your set up." Draco replied, "However, it makes this place look as if it were two slytherin living here, and not a snake and a lioness." Hermione and Draco ate and drank wine that Draco conjured up. Talking about this and that, Hermione got very tipsy off the wine. Thankfully, they had discussed terms; yet Draco saw that Hermione had had enough and was not going to be a very happy camper in the morning and he told her 'no more wine' and she hiccupped an agreement.
Draco had Hermione stand up; he took out his wand and mumbled something Hermione couldn't make out. Suddenly, the chairs, table and food were gone, and back was the couches.
"Why don't we sit down, Mya." Draco said.
"Buu-tt I'mm fiine," she slurred.
"I'm sure you are. Now Mya, about our bet..."
"Waar, we hafe a waar."
"Now, about our war, do we really need it?"
Hermione just laid her head in his lap, and mumbled "Mm-hmm." And went fast asleep.
'Now, that won't do.' Draco thought and carried Hermione to bed.
A/N: Ok-I know toward the end of this chapter-it sucked, but it was needed, so flame me on it if you must. Whatever, I don't really care. So-Ilya is my cousin's name, he's cool, and lives in Europe so I don't see him too often. When he was here last (Three days ago) he said to put him in my story somehow, and I needed a last name for Hermione. Speaking of Hermione, next chapter (I hope) when declares that she is an Ilya, I'll stop writing Hermione and start writing Mya, instead. Well, I just gave some of it away, but that all right because there's still way more. So- I hope hat you liked this chapter, because I didn't too much like writing it, but in the long run I guess that I did. I'm rambling now so...review, and that would make me very happy because that would prove the voices in my head that this was wroth it, and I need criticism.
Muggle Studies part three: Draco's P.O.V.
As Draco walked to his room after classes, he practically fell over Harry 'wonder boy' Potter. "Potter-what are you doing down here so late? Another detention from Snape for you lack of infidelity? Wait-infidelity would mean that you've had sex, right? That would be the day."
"Actually-you arse, I came to talk to you." Harry looked annoyed and on edge.
"Really?" Draco looked at him intently, "Why?"
"Everyone knows that you and Hermione are going to be elected as the heads. I know that you and Hermione have been spending time together, and well, have been doing...things. I would like to make a proposal to you." Harry looked like he was going to puke any second.
"Well, what kind of proposal are you implying, Potter?"
"I was thinking that I could, uh, pay you. To, you know, stay away from Hermione."
Draco was in shock. 'Not only does this arse think that that stupid mudblood and I have shagged, he wants to pay me to keep away from her!' he thought, 'Oh this is classic!'
"Potty, not only have I never shagged Granger," he started 'Though I plan to.' "I would never accept money from the likes of you. I have plenty at my disposal, thanks. Now totter off so that I can get ready for my award." Draco promptly walked off, leaving a very pissed off Harry and wondering weather or not they really hadn't had sex.
As Draco got out of the shower, he finalized his plans. 'First, I'll make her tell me what that little secrete of her's is. Then, I'll get her to want me as she's never wanted anybody. And after she's madly in love with me, I'll take her surly intact virginity.'
After finishing getting ready, Draco and Blaise made their way to the Great Hall for dinner, and the announcement ceremony.
Walking into the Great Hall, Draco immediately noticed Hermione, already sitting with her friends, chatting away as if there were no tomorrow. 'Girls do that way too much. Well-Hermione is no longer a girl, that's for damn sure!' he thought as he went and sat at his own table.
"So, Draco, how's the bet going?" asked Goyal.
Draco looked up from his food. 'Not too well.' He thought. "What do you think? I've already arranged with her to do it tonight. In our private rooms."
Blaise glanced at Draco, "Bullshit."
"Wonderful game, but you would be picking up the deck right about now if we were playing." responded Draco.
"You're full of it." Blaise insisted.
Draco leaned over the table and looked Blaise right in the face, "If you don't believe me, go and ask her you're self."
Knowing that he shouldn't, Blaise got up from the table and went over to the Gryffindor table. Walking right up to a surprised Hermione, Blaise asked her if she could please excuse her friends for a second so that he could talk to her.
"Yes, can I help you Zabinie?" she asked.
"Well, you see; Draco said that tonight, after you two have your own rooms, that you were going to shag. I thought that it was complete bullshit, so he said if I didn't believe him to come over here and ask you- so here I am."
"Well, Blaise, may I call you Blaise, yes. Blaise-you see, we are going to shag. Hopefully so hard and much that I can't see straight." Blaise looked up at her, expecting to see her laughing, but she was innocently just standing there with a smile on her face. "Would you like to join us? You know what they say-two's company, three's a fuckload of fun!" Blaise went red in the face, and went to join his housemates.
When Blaise sat back down, he was not only red faced, but thoroughly disgusted.
"Well Blaise, what did granger say?" Draco asked.
"Have fun." He mumbled.
"That's what she said-'have fun'?"
"No, that's what I'm saying. Now if you would please excuse me-I'm going to go and puke from what she did just say! Ug-gross!!" With that said, Blaise quickly left for the laverty, which he made just in time to...
Hermione's P.O.V.
"What was that all about, 'Mione?" Harry asked skeptically.
"None of your business, he just asked me a question." She replied.
Dumbledore rose from his seat at the center of the teacher's table. "Shh, clam now." He waited for the attention of the students. "As you know, the election of the Heads' was lengthened. Tonight, I announce the elected. I hope that you will treat them with as much respect as you treat me. Now, without further dew, Hermione Granger, and Draco Malfoy, please stand." As soon as Hermione and Draco stood up, their badges flew to them. "Congratulations, after you finish eating I will show you to you new rooms. Enjoy he rest of you meal, everyone." Dumbledore sat down and continued to eat.
"Congrats' Hermione." Ron said in between mouth fulls of mashed potato.
"Yeah, congratulations Hermione." Harry said, smiling, "How about after you get your rooms settled, you come and we'll throw a party in the common room."
"As much fun as hat might be Harry, I already have made plans. Sorry."
Harry looked very angry all of a sudden, "With whom, Malfoy."
"Not that it's any of your business, but yes, my plans do include him." She spat back, "And I think that I'll be going now. Good bye." Across the room, Draco saw that Hermione had gotten up, he followed her lead and they waited for Dumbledore at the door.
"Any special plans tonight, Hermione? Draco?" Dumbledore asked them on their way up a flight of stairs, that neither knew existed.
Hermione had a little twinkle in her eye, "Why yes professor, I do."
"And how about you Draco, do you have any plans?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact I do." Hermione didn't like the way he had said that.
'Oh stop being so stupid,' she thought, 'You're in for a hell of a night.'
They stopped in front of a big mahogany door, with a resemblance to the medieval days. On it was the word "Kryptonite".
"Kryptonite, what's this headmaster?" asked Hermione.
"It is the part of the castle that you will be staying in. This part of the castle has many secretes, and many of them are unknown even to me." He replied.
"Then why put us here? Couldn't I be dangerous?" Draco asked him.
"No, because there is nothing in this part of he castle that could be dangerous, unless it is put here by someone."
"So, do we just open the door and we can get in?" questioned Hermione.
"No. Can you see that the K is engraved into the wood while the rest of the word isn't?" the headmaster asked the children.
"Yes." They replied.
"Well, all you do is touch it, say your password and the door will open."
Hermione turned to Draco, "What should the password be?" she asked him.
Draco thought for a moment. "Secretes lie within." He replied.
Dumbledore turned to him, "I think it will be perfect."
"Hermione?" Draco looked at her.
"Perfect." Hermione ran her index finger threw the engraving, said "secretes lie within" and the door opened into a beautiful room, decorated in the Gryffindor red and Slytherin green. 'Looks a bit like Christmas in here.' She thought.
Inside the room, you could see two desks, opposite each other, four couches, alternated between red and green, an archway that led to a library, and big, beautiful, stained glass fireplace and two doors. On the right was a red door while on the left was a green door. Everything visible so far was made with mahogany wood, some stained and some wasn't. Dumbledore walked into the room first followed by Hermione and Draco. Both had their on ideas on how the night was going to happen.
"To get into your room, you use the same idea as with the main door. Also inside your room you will find that all of your things have been brought up from you previous room. You will be sharing a laverty; please do not fight over it. Moreover, because we are in such a remote part of the castle, there isn't any other way to get to your common rooms, except going threw the regular corridors. Any questions?" Dumbledore looked from Draco to Hermione.
"How will we be sure to get to class on time if we're in too remote of an area?" asked Draco.
"I can assure you that you will not be late for any classes unless you over sleep. Is there anything else?" Dumbledore look d at Hermione.
"I think Malfoy and I can handle anything else." She said.
"I you have any questions, or would like to chat, my door is always open." Dumbledore said to the students, "Goodnight. I will see you at breakfast." With that, he left.
Without any recognition to Draco, Hermione walked to the red door, traced the K and whispered something that Draco could not hear. Walking into her room, Hermione immediately went over to her trunk, pulled out her boom box and c.d.'s, put in a Nirvana c.d. and began to redecorate her room.
"Too much Gryffindork. I really hate it. I think black and silver will do nicely." She said aloud to no one.
Transforming her comforter and sheets from matching shades of red, to just midnight pitch black, her pillows from red and gold to black and silver, her curtains from their red with gold embroidery to black with silver embroidery, pretty much everything that was red and gold went to black and silver; and of course all the fabric was 100% real silk, Hermione would stand for no less. She even changed her carpet from burgundy red to the same black as her comforter silver rugs where the gold ones had been.
"Finally, now I think I'll go change the common room, Christmas year round is just too fucking happy!" Hermione walked back into the common room.
The first thing that she noticed was that Draco wasn't in it. 'Good.' She thought, 'I don't look a bit sluttish right now, and that could slow down my plans.' After changing all of the red and gold to black and silver, Hermione went back into her room.
Peeking into the laverty, she noticed that Draco was walking back into his room.
"Now, to put my plan into action." Hermione muttered to herself, and got all slutty-ed up.
Draco & Hermione's P.O.V.
Walking out of the laverty, Draco noticed that Hermione was peeking into it. 'Probably to make sure I wasn't in there.' He thought.
Draco had just finished freshing up, and had gone back into his room to change a few things. "Now to put my plan into action." He said, and that required him getting Hermione into his room.
"Well, here goes everything." He muttered to himself before walking back into the bathroom.
Hermione dressed herself in the sluttiest thing she owned, which was not that slutty, except on her. She was wearing a pair of black dickies, with very visible black g-string, and a very, very tight, back tube top; which you could definitely see her cleavage out of, mind you, she was not small breasted. She had no shoes or socks on, but she was relatively tall, so height wasn't needed. In addition, she had her hair put up in braided pigtails, with black rubber bands or course. And although she had on no make-up, she looked very slutty, and the second Draco saw her, his mouth mentally dropped to the floor. (He could keep his composure, what else could you expect from a Malfoy?)
'Holy bloody hell!' Draco's mind screamed, 'Is that Hermione?!' Draco's eyes were much more than pleased. 'My job just got much easier.'
(Which was saying he didn't already want to fuck her and find out what she was keeping from every one? Oh no, that wasn't him. It was some other guy named Draco Malfoy, with natural bleach blonde hair, and the picture of every girl at Hogwarts fantasy. Yep, totally some other guy.)
"Hermione, we need to talk." Draco stated firmly.
"Yes, I think we do." She replied.
"Where shall we talk, then?"
"How about in your room."
'This is too easy.' Draco thought. "Sure, follow me."
Following Draco, Hermione thought of how she was going to tell him her story. "Draco," She started.
"Have a seat." He gestured toward the bed.
'Perfect, his is going to be so easy.' She thought, and sat down.
"Now, I don't want to rush into things, but do you think," Draco started.
"I want to tell you why I got so mad at you about calling me a mudblood." She interrupted him.
"Works for me that was what I was going to ask you to tell me, anyway."
"Ok, so I guess I'll just start from the beginning. I am not a mudblood; I'm not even a half-blood. I'm a pureblood. My name is Mya Ilya, and you should know that name, your father and mine are very good friends. I know it seems weird, but it's true. When my father joined Voldermort, I got really pissed off at him. He came home one night and told me that our master, along with Lucious (sp?) Malfoy and he had had a discussion, one that involved me. He said that in two weeks I was to meet my future husband. Well, even at the age of ten, you can believe just how mad I was that I didn't get to choose my own husband, and the fact that he said I would do it or die, pissed me off even more. So, that night I packed, and around three in the morning, I went into muggle London, and never looked back. I already had a wand, being who I was and all, so I shrank all my stuff into this little backpack I used to always carry. I also changed my appearance. Like my hair, it's normally black, and very sleek and straight, and my eyes aren't really brown, their purple, like my real mother's." Hermione looked Draco in the eyes.
"Then how did you become a Granger?" he asked.
"I walked around for a while, not really knowing where I was, only that I wanted to get away from my past. I remember walking to a park and a really nice man from this party, I'm pretty sure it was of the little kid's birthday. Anyway, the guy gave me an otter pop. Basically, flavored ice put in a little plastic package. The guy asked my name, and I told him it was Hermione, why I don't know, that's just what came to mind first. He introduced me to the rest of the kids and we all played until all but one was gone. Then he came up to me and asked where my mommy and daddy were, and I told him that I didn't know, so he and this woman took me to the police station. They said that only a little girl with black hair and purple eyes had been reported missing, and because my appearance they people, the Grangers, decided to take me home. After about two months the adopted, me and I became Hermione Granger. For a while, they let me be me, well, the me everyone knew, not the real me. And for a while, they let me do as I pleased. Then they started with the fighting. Then, my 'dad' started drinking, and my 'mom' started getting high. After I got my letter, which I was sure I wouldn't get, I was so happy. It said that I would have to get a wand, and I immediately went to my room, broke mine in two, and threw it out the window and into the grass. I was determined to be completely different then I was I already had my adoptive parents fooled. Well, when I got to Hogwarts, I met you, and I fell for you right away; but I couldn't let my two new best friends know that know could I? Dumbledore took me out of class one day and I had to spill my guts, because he already knew. Of course I left out about how my 'parents' did 'things' because then he would want to put me with different people. He asked me if I felt any remorse toward my real parents and I told him no. At the time I didn't miss them at all, now I really wish that I had never left. This year I finally took off the mask, it's not too far into the year and I'm thinking that I might take off the whole mask, and let everyone know the true me, the real me, Mya Qxz Ilya. I guess that then I would have to go back to my real parents, but I could live with that. At least they wouldn't be drunk and high all the time, or make me do chores." Hermione laid her in Draco's lap. "What do you think?"
"Well, I remember when my father told me hat I would be marrying Mya Qxz Ilya, and at the time I was very annoyed with the thought of getting married. My mother even started talking to me about where I thought would be a great place to be married; I told her hell and she laughed and said I had funny ideas, and it was a gene I got from my father. Only now do I realize the women was insulting us, oh well, she's more than paid for it. Nevertheless, I think that you should become Mya Qxz Ilya again. I've seen your mother, and even at forty, she looks amazing, although I would never shag her. With black hair and purple eyes, you'd look even more amazing than your mother."
"So, wait, one you didn't answer my question." Hermione looked at him, "But two you're saying I'm ugly."
Draco was flabbergasted, "NO! Mya, you look so amazing now, even without your natural looks."
"Uh-huh, sure. Nice way to try and cover it up." She replied sourly.
"I think that I remember my mum saying how ticklish you are," he started to tickle her. "I think that she was right!"
With Hermione pinned, and laughing madly, Draco turned to lye on top of her to get a better tickling range. Yet the klutz he was in bed, he some how lost his balance and ended up with her lying with Hermione on top of him.
Draco stopped tickling her when he realized just how hard he was getting, and Hermione stopped laughing upon feeling this.
'Ok, this for some reason was not what I had in mind. I just need to go with it, and my plan will work.' Hermione thought, and leaned down to kiss Draco full on the lips.
She licked his bottom lip, and he gave way to her. Their tongues battling for the upper hand. Draco gained it, and began to let his hands wander. After a few minuets of spit swapping, Hermione pulled away and started nibbling down his neck. Pulling his shirt up she, then began to leave love bites along Draco's collarbone. Hermione could hear the growls coming from the back of Draco's throat.
Fed up with losing the upper hand, Draco picked up Hermione. Hermione giggled and tried to resume her biting, when Draco unbuttoned her pants. "Mya, you have freckles on your chest, I didn't notice that." He unzipped them and stopped.
"What, scared?" Hermione taunted. Draco forced her to stand up and he pulled her pants down to her ankles
"Nice tan, I didn't think it would cover your entire body." He said to the standing form of Hermione.
She sat back down and started fiddling with his pants button. "Well, I tan naked, what's unusual about that?" she asked unzipping his pants.
'My plan is totally working.' Draco thought. "Well, nothing I guess. It's just,"
Draco slipped out of his pants. "It's just what?" Hermione asked, seeing Draco was good and 'happy'.
"Well," Hermione cut him off with thoroughly kissing him.
"Well?" she asked, making a trail of kisses down his six-pack.
"The majority of those I've," he gasped, Hermione getting very close to the tip of his boxers.
"Those you've?" she asked, playing with the elastic.
"Slept with, don't." Draco gasped.
'Ding, ding, ding.' Hermione said stopping. Draco looked up questioningly. "What makes you think we were going to have sex?" she asked smiling.
Hermione pulled up her pants, gave Draco a quick kiss on the lips, said bye and walked back to her room.
Right after closing the laverty door connected to Draco's room, she heard him yell, "Goddamn it, Mya. This means war!"
Hermione walked into her room, "If it's war you want, then it's war you get." She said and walked over to her desk.
Draco's P.O.V.
Draco got up and got ready without any notice of Hermione. After last night, he had to come up with a plan of attack. 'I'll get her, just watch out Mya, just watch out.' He thought as he made his way down to the Great Hall.
"How'd things go last night Draco?" asked Blaise.
"Our plans were interrupted." He replied vaguely.
"Pity, but you still have till Christmas holidays." Goyal said before stuffing his face with pancakes.
As Draco was just about to take a bite of his pancakes, he heard the owls. Stopping before he could be hit with the syrup on the bite, he put down his fork and awaited the letter from his father.
All around him, owls were landing, and his came lying threw. His father's eagle owl came and perched on his out stretched hand. Draco quickly took the letter and put it in his pocket. Suddenly, a black hawk came and landed right in front of him. Jekyll, as his father's owl had been named, did a bowing of the head, recognizing a superior. Draco was astonished, Jekyll did not bow for anyone, and suddenly it did for an owl he'd never seen before. The hawk nipped at his finger. He to take both of the parchments from it's leg, but it only let him take one, and before he could give it something to eat, it quickly flew across the room to Hermione.
"Mya." He whispered.
"What?" asked Blaise.
"Nothing." Draco replied dismissively. Giving Jekyll a bit of pancake, he flew off leaving Draco to his own business.
Draco was most curious about what his Mya had sent him, therefore he opened it.
It read:
Draco,
If it's war you want, its war you get.
Yet, we need to set boundaries that cannot be crossed.
I do hope you had a good time last night, but what we discussed cannot be held against us. Also, we cannot involve others with our battle.
It would be silly and foolish of ourselves to include our friends, but I
trust that you will not bring them into this. Sorry for last night.
Well, not too sorry. If you agree, then come and kiss
Me, right now. Then the battles begin.
Mya
Draco, not one to lose his masculinity, folded up the parchment, and put it into his pocket. "I'll be right back." He told his friends, and got up form the table.
He walked right over to the Gryffindor table. "What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Ron snarled.
"This," Draco replied and kissed Hermione soundly on the lips. Letting his linger there, a moment longer than needed, Hermione opened up her mouth ever so slightly, and Draco shot his tongue into her mouth. Draco came to his senses, pulled away and sat down. "How's everyone doing this morning?" he asked, looking from side to side.
"I think I lost my appetite." Harry said pushing his plate away from him.
"Oh well, Mya, I will see you tonight, so we can finalize?" Draco asked Hermione.
"Yes, around six?" she replied.
"Ok, it's going to be a long, rough night." Draco said, kissed her lightly on the lips, "See you in class." Got up, and walked back to his table.
Hermione's P.O.V.
"What was that all about, Granger?" asked Padma.
"And why did Draco call you Mya?" asked Lavender.
"None of you business Patail, and Mya is my name." Hermione said as if everything was solved, and got up to go to class.
Harry and Ron wouldn't be so dismissive, though.
"What do you mean, 'Mione? Mya is you name." asked Harry.
"Yes, Mya Qxz Ilya; my name, I'll explain later-I need to get to class and if you make me late I'll take points." She said sternly.
"You wouldn't take points from your own house." Ron replied cockily.
"Would you like to find out first hand that I would?" Hermione said.
Both boys ran off to class. Hermione walked fast, but not fast enough to make the bell, because she caught a couple Ravenclaws trying to ditch, and had to take points and lead them to class.
"Aw, 'Ermione. Why 'ye be late ter class?" asked Hagrid.
"A couple Ravenclaws were trying to ditch and I had to take them to class." She replied.
"Ok then, back to the Golden Geese." He said and went back to the flock of Geese.
Hermione stood in the back of the crowd, not caring about what Hagrid was saying. Her mind was elsewhere.
That was how the first apart of her day went. She went to class, went into lala land, and then went to another class. She totally skipped lunch and went to talk to Dumbledore instead.
Walking up to the Gargoyle, Hermione said the password "Cotton Candy" and walked up the steps.
Knocking on the door, the Headmaster said, "Come in." Hermione walked through the door. "Ah, Hermione, what seems to be on your mind?"
"Well, I was thinking that I wanted to let more people know. You know, that I'm really Mya Qxz Ilya." She said.
"Ok, how many people do you want to know Mya?"
"Everyone, I think that I might want to go back with my real parents."
"Are you sure about this Mya?" Dumbledore wanted her to, but he couldn't force her and he wanted her to make the decision.
"Yeah, but before we do anything about it, do you think I could think about it tonight, I kind of want to discuss it with someone."
"Of course, it's your decision. I'll be here tomorrow, around seven?"
"Seven it is, I'll see you then." And Hermione left for class.
Up until Muggle Studies, Hermione had been rather happy. Then when she entered the classroom and saw it had been transformed in to a set, she lost her happy.
"Miss Granger," started professor Dwidle.
"Professor." She replied curtly.
"Hermione,"
"Mya."
"Excuse me?"
"My name is Mya. I now go by Mya."
"Well, do you still go by Granger, or has that changed to?"
"For the moment, no, but I'd prefer to be called Mya."
"Fine, Mya, you have made Juliet in the play, you and Draco will be rehearsing on stage together today. He has you script, please go rehearse with him." With that, Prof.Dwidle walked away.
'Oh great, I have to lead with Draco, wait. Our war will definitely be interesting.' She thought while walking over to Draco. "What, forget to tell me we got the leads?" she asked him.
"No Mya, it just slipped my mind while you were biting me." He replied.
"Oh, did I hurt you?" she said with sarcasm.
"No, but you left a hell of a lot of bite marks, it looks like I've let leaches suck my blood." Hermione made a sucking face, "Not funny."
"Of course it was, an Ilya could do no less."
"An Ilya, are you?"
"Yes, by that of blood, and soon by looks."
Draco pulled her aside, "Really Mya, you're going to go back to them?"
"We can talk about it tonight."
"Right, then. Where should we begin?"
"Act two, scene two, 'Romeo: O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?' Ok," Dwidle said, "I want everyone to pay attention, meaning stop what you're doing and watch."
"Guess I'm Romeo," Draco mumbled to Hermione.
"Guess so." She mumbled back.
"Alright, Mya-Draco, you two stand facing each other, and improb the extras." Dwidle said sternly.
(R=Romeo and J=Juliet and N=Nurse) R: O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? J: What satisfaction canst thou have to-night? R: The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine. J: I gave thee mine before thou didst request it. And yet I would it were to give again. R: Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?
"For the purpose that thee can stop looking at my chest!" Hermione yelled at Draco.
"Ok, ok, calm down. Draco, don't stare at Her-Mya's chest. Padma, why don't we pick up with you." Dwidle looked tired.
"Alright Professor." Padma said sickeningly sweet.
"Just stand off to the side, Padma." He said.
N: Madam! J: I come, anon. --But if thou mean'st not well, I do beseech thee--
N: Madam!
J: By and by, I come. --To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief. To- morrow will I send.
R: So thrive my soul--
J: A thousand times good night!
R: A thousand the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love, as school boys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
"Oh-looks my arse; you wish you had the looks!" Hermione said threw laughing.
Dwidle looked at the clock, "Alright everybody, criticism. What do you think about that-love, hate, or just plan lust?"
"It didn't seem real enough. It had no love, no hate, and definitely to lust. It sucked royal wankers." Lavender popped off, "Except Padma did great, and she should be Juliet."
"Nice criticism, Lavender. However, Padma is not playing Juliet because I didn't think she was fit for that particular role." Dwidle started, "Now, Mya and Draco-think about what Lavender said, although I think it was perfect, with the exception of your mouthing off Mya, but the audience perceives what it does, and we have to go by that. So-anyone else?" When no one raised their hand, the Prof. said, "Class dismissed; see you on the morrow."
Walking out the door, Ron ad Harry took a hand, and led Hermione off. When she finally got out of their grasp, she was outside, sitting forcefully on a rock by the lake, but awfully close to the Forbidden Forest.
"Mind telling me why you two dragged me out here, kicking a yelling." Hermione asked them, ready to hurt them.
"Well, we didn't want you going off with Malfoy, and you owe us an explanation," started Harry.
"And we figured if given the chance, you would ignore us at dinner, so here we are." Ron finished.
"What do you want to know?" she asked, exasperatedly.
"Well," Hermione interrupted Ron.
"You have exactly three questions, so make it to point." She stated firmly.
"Why are you hanging out with ferret-face all of a sudden?" asked Harry.
"Because we have a new found understanding, and also we have a war." She replied vaguely.
"What's with the new look?" Ron asked.
"It's not new, and I took off the mask, this is who I'd be if I'd still be with my parents; though if I were I wouldn't be hanging out with you." Hermione answered.
"But aren't your parents the Grangers, and if not-who are they?" Harry asked with disbelief.
"No, they aren't. My real parents are the Ilyas'." She said, waiting to hear very loud voices yelling at her, to her astonishment, Ron simply asked,
"How'd that happen?"
"Ran away, changed my appearance, and got adopted by the Grangers. This was when I was ten, now I think that I'm going to go back to them. But I have to think about it a little more, tomorrow I'm gonna go see Dumbledore and we're gonna to talk about it."
"But 'Mione, you can't go back to them," Harry yelled at her.
"And why not? Why can't I go live with my family! Please, do tell me why- Mr. Harry Potter, tell me why I can't go and live with them." Hermione didn't like it when she was told what to and not to do.
"Because they're with Voldermort! What more do you need?" he replied.
"I need a real reason no to go back with my family." She said and started to leave.
"Where are you going?" asked Ron.
"You just asked your sixth question, therefore I don't have to answer, but for the hell of it; I'm going to go and see Draco."
"On a first name basis now are you?" Harry said with malice.
"Screw off, you stupid, hero, wanker." Hermione replied with venom. 'Ug, he tries to tell me what's best. Ug-it just makes me so, so, ug!' Hermione thought while walking away, toward the castle. 'Sometimes I wonder where his brain is! Is it shoved so far up that he can't even think like a normal fucking person! Sure-he has a point, they are with Voldermort, but what point is there to stay with the light. I don't care-they can do what they what, screw everyone else to royal hell.'
"Knut for your thought?" asked Pansy.
"What do you want Parkinson?" Hermione shot back.
"You're the one at the Slytherin entrance; I should be asking you the same thing."
"I need to speak with Draco, he wasn't in the room so I thought he'd be here." She lied quickly. Pansy went back through the hole, and came back a moment later.
"Come on, he said to wait in the common room, and he'd be down in a minuet." Pansy left Hermione standing in the common room.
"What are you doing here?" some fourth year asked as if she was scum.
However, before she could say anything, "Detention, tonight at seven, Keppel, for disrespecting a superior." A very greasy voice said.
"Professor Snape," Hermione said, this teacher had done nothing but antagonize her for her entire time of school, and sure he worked for the Order, but he was never nice before.
"Miss Ilya, how are you doing today, and might I ask why you're here?" he replied.
"I need to see Draco, and it's Granger...for now anyway." Hermione told him, "But instead of Hermione, it's now Mya."
"Mya, darling, you needed to see me?" Draco asked, coming up behind her.
"Yes, I was wondering if you'd like to accompany me on a walk, so we can discuss terms."
"Terms, what ever for?" asked Snape.
"Oh nothing, Severus. Just for a little war we have, and sure Mya; let's go now."
"Good bye, Professor." Hermione said before being dragged out the portrait hole by Draco.
"Instead of a walk how about we go and brake bread, its dinner after all." Draco told her.
"Alright, but why don't we have the house elves bring up some food, and we 'brake bread' in our common room."
"Fine by me, let's go."
Hermione and Draco went to the kitchen and asked to have their food sent up to them. When they got back to their rooms, the food was already there. With a table and chairs set up by the fire, instead of the couches. "I hope they leave he colors the same." Hermione said offhandedly. "Yes, I do too; I rather like your set up." Draco replied, "However, it makes this place look as if it were two slytherin living here, and not a snake and a lioness." Hermione and Draco ate and drank wine that Draco conjured up. Talking about this and that, Hermione got very tipsy off the wine. Thankfully, they had discussed terms; yet Draco saw that Hermione had had enough and was not going to be a very happy camper in the morning and he told her 'no more wine' and she hiccupped an agreement.
Draco had Hermione stand up; he took out his wand and mumbled something Hermione couldn't make out. Suddenly, the chairs, table and food were gone, and back was the couches.
"Why don't we sit down, Mya." Draco said.
"Buu-tt I'mm fiine," she slurred.
"I'm sure you are. Now Mya, about our bet..."
"Waar, we hafe a waar."
"Now, about our war, do we really need it?"
Hermione just laid her head in his lap, and mumbled "Mm-hmm." And went fast asleep.
'Now, that won't do.' Draco thought and carried Hermione to bed.
A/N: Ok-I know toward the end of this chapter-it sucked, but it was needed, so flame me on it if you must. Whatever, I don't really care. So-Ilya is my cousin's name, he's cool, and lives in Europe so I don't see him too often. When he was here last (Three days ago) he said to put him in my story somehow, and I needed a last name for Hermione. Speaking of Hermione, next chapter (I hope) when declares that she is an Ilya, I'll stop writing Hermione and start writing Mya, instead. Well, I just gave some of it away, but that all right because there's still way more. So- I hope hat you liked this chapter, because I didn't too much like writing it, but in the long run I guess that I did. I'm rambling now so...review, and that would make me very happy because that would prove the voices in my head that this was wroth it, and I need criticism.
