Draco was nervous. This year was supposed to be a frightful year, but so far, nothing had happened. What was his father planning to do?

Draco and the rest of the Slytherin Quidditch team walked down to the field to train Draco, although he didn't need it. Knowing he had his new Nimbus 2001, he practiced for Seeker the three weeks that he had to get used to the faster broom. He was quite proficient with it now.

Seeing the Gryffindors on the field, the Slytherins swaggered up and told the Gryffindors to get lost. Wood said he had booked the field, but Flint pulled out the forged signature from their head of house, and pushed it in Wood's face.

Weasley and Mya came down onto the field, probably just to hear the confrontation a bit better. The others in the stands also walked down a bit, and they were most definitely coming to get the latest gossip.

"What's happening? Why aren't you playing yet, Harry?" The Weasley brat asked. "And what's he doing here?" Obviously, Weasley was talking about him.

"I'm the new Slytherin Seeker, Weasley. Everyone has just been admiring the new brooms my father bought for the team." He held his out, making sure to stick the label right under his nose.

Weasley gaped at them, and Draco continued. "Good, aren't they? I think the Gryffindor team should be able to raffle off those Cleansweep Fives to some museum, so you can buy one of these, maybe." The Slytherins laughed.

"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They all got in on pure talent." Oh, Hermione. If only you knew how bad Draco didn't want to be on this team.

"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood." Draco instantly flinched at the words he had said. He had promised himself he would never call his Mya that, and he had just broken his promise. Lucky, the flinch was barely visible.

Weasley instantly pulled his wand out and pointed it at him. The other, older Weasleys jumped at him, and had to be held back. Flint also stepped in front of Draco.

A loud bang had everyone looking around for a teacher, but the accompanying green light and retching from Weasley had the Slytherins relaxing. The boy fell down, and a slug dribbled out of his mouth. In that split second before he started fake laughing, Draco was glad that the wand was broken.

Weasley was dragged off by Mya and Potter to the edge of the forest, where Hagrid's hut was, and they were quickly forgotten about. The rest of the Slytherins were rolling on the floor, laughing, and the Gryffindors had angrily picked up their brooms and were leaving the pitch.

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Later that night, Draco was pacing in the RoR, waiting for Mya to hopefully show up. He wanted to apologise for calling her that name earlier today, and was surprised when he got a hug in response to his apology. It was more than he had been expecting.

"Mya, listen." He said when she arrived. "Okay, earlier today, I'm so, so, sorry. That was way out of line, and I never wanted to call you that, okay? I didn't mean it, and my mouth just got away from my head. My teaching, from when I was younger, kicked in, and, you know, I'm kinda glad it did. I would have never said that, and I really didn't mean it -" He was cut off with her arms wrapping around him. It was quite a surprise, and he wasn't expecting the contact, so he flinched a little, and the tears that had slightly sprung up while he was talking fell. He was glad she wasn't still mad at him.

"Dray, you didn't mean it. And we were in a public place. And you needed to keep your cover. I get it. You're fine." He breathed a sigh of relief, and the two of them sat down in their respective armchairs to work on the material they were challenging themselves through. Some of it was muggle, and the majority of it was magical. There was no doubt about it, the two of them would be at the top of their year. Again.

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Nothing much happened for quite a while. That is, until Halloween. It was always Halloween that the bad stuff started happening, wasn't it. Mya had told him in the RoR that they (they being her, Potter, and Weasley) were not going to be at the feast, and were instead going to the Gryffindor's house ghost's Deathday party. It was a once in a lifetime experience.

It was after the feast, when the Great hall was being emptied, that Draco happened upon the Golden Trio standing over the body of Filch's nasty cat, with big letters on the wall next to them.

THE CHAMBER HAS BEEN OPENED. ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE.

Draco felt a pang of fear spike through his body. Enemies of the Heir, most likely of Slytherin, that would be the muggle-borns. "Enemies of the Heir, beware. You'll be next, Mudbloods!" Draco cried out, knowing it was expected of him. And he hated himself for it. He wished there was a future for him that the nasty word never had to leave his lips again.

He pushed himself to the front of the crowd and gave a nasty, chilling smile to the three that were in the middle of the hallway.

Potter was blamed for the peril the cat was in, and the Golden Trio were quickly ushered away from the site along with multiple teachers. Lockhart led them all to his office, and the rest of the holdup vanished within a few minutes. Very soon, only Draco was at the wall, staring sadly at the writing.

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The attack was on everyone's minds for days. Luckily, Draco was able to get away from his slightly overprotective house for a couple of hours and meet with Hermione. Even though his house was most likely behind it, they still protected their own, no matter what.

The two of them hugged, and Draco realized he liked their hugs, more than he wanted to admit. Perhaps he did like hugs, and it just took a special someone to bring them out.

After perfecting the shield charm, for which was a third year standard, the two of them worked on trying to get it wandlessly. Draco almost had it, and Hermione was able to hold it for just about a second. It was quite difficult.

The two of them sat down in the armchairs and talked over a mug of hot cocoa. Mya's had a sprinkling of cinnamon in it, and Draco had a heap of marshmallows and whipped cream.

"Mya, I'm scared for you. The chamber has to be the Chamber of Secrets, and that belongs to Slytherin, who was known for wanting only purebloods in his school. I know you're not safe. There have been legends for centuries about a secret chamber host to a monster that Slytherin himself trained. The only thing is, legends have a base of truth in them somewhere."

"Dray, I'll be fine. Maybe we can do some research about this. I'll check the library about it tomorrow. Where Ron will ask me to copy my homework, and I will not be giving it to him. He needs to do his own work, for once."

Draco laughed, a magical sound reserved just for his Mya.

His Mya? Where did that though come from?

Well, wherever it came from, the nickname Mya was just for him. Perhaps that was what his brain had thought. You know that's not it. Perhaps he was losing it.

The two of them walked through their separate doors to the dorms after a hug (Again! Maybe this would be alright.). Draco sat down on his bed and worked on his after-classwork until his eyes were drooping, and slid off into a content and dreamless sleep.

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Mya, of course, went to the library the next day. Draco was there discreetly, still within earshot, and caught every word of the conversation he would have liked to have with her.

"All the copies of Hogwarts; a History have been checked out. And there's a two week waiting list for it! If only I hadn't left it at home, but I needed to fit all of my Lockhart books in as well. There was no room."

Draco knew that he had room, and that book. Why hadn't she just asked him?

"Well, why do you want it?"Potter asked.

"The exact same reason everyone else wants it. To research the Chamber of Secrets."

"And that is?" Sometimes, Potter was really oblivious.

"I don't remember. And there's nowhere else I can find the story-"

"Mione, can I borrow your composition?" Weasley interrupted. Mya knew that boy too well. Never did his work until the last moment, did he?

Draco stalked off, knowing that she was done talking and the bell was to ring in a few seconds. Heading off to History of Magic, Draco smoothly grabbed his bag from a couple of chairs over.

The class certainly was interesting. Mya, for the first time in that class, put her hand up. It caused a couple of the other Slytherins to sneer at her, but when she asked about the Chamber, everyone perked up. It was a welcome difference.

"My subject is History of Magic, Miss Grant. I deal only in the facts, not in the myths and legends. In September of that year, a subcommittee of Sardinian sorcerers-" Mya's hand was back in the air. "Miss Green?"

"Sir, don't all legends have a basis in fact and truth?" Go get them, Mya. Draco almost smirked at the words he had spoken last night thrown back at the professor.

"I suppose. But the legend you speak of is so incredibly outrageous-" He stopped, perhaps seeing that his word had garnered attention like never before.

"Oh, all right. The Chamber of secrets, you said? Hm.

"You all know that Hogwarts has been standing for over a thousand years, the exact date it was formed is unknown. The four founders named the four houses after themselves: Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin. Because magic was feared and hunted, they built this school together, for from prying Muggle eyes.

"For a few years, the founders worked in harmony together. Always seeking out children that showed signs of magic, and bringing them to the castle to learn how to control it. Disagreements were quickly formed, however, about who was to be selected to enter the school. Slytherin wanted to be more, shall we say, selective, about who entered, and it caused a rift between him and the others. He disliked the students off Muggle parentage, and believed magic should only be taught to those within the magical families. Slytherin and Gryffindor had an argument about it, and Sytherin left.

"This is as much as reliable sources have told us, but even they have been corrupted by the legend of the Chamber of Secrets. It has been said that Slytherin built a hidden chamber within the castle itself and sealed a monster inside. No one would be able to open it until his heir came along and unleashed it, using it to purge the school of those, in his eyes, unworthy to practice magic."

With the finish of the tale, the classroom was filled with an uneasy silence.

"The whole thing isn't real, of course. The school has been searched by officials and students alike, and nothing has been found. Just a tale to frighten the gullible."

"And, sir, what is the 'monster' within the Chamber?" Mya asked.

"No one knows, but it has been said that only Slytherin's heir would be able to control it. But I will tell you, the entire thing is a legend, a myth. There is no Chamber, there is no monster."

There were a couple more questions after this, but Professor Binns quickly shut them down, effectively ending the conversation. Five minutes after he did, everyone was half asleep again, the voice really was like Muggle hypnotization.

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Later that night, he waited for Mya to show up in the RoR. Instead of hugging him, she immediately started pacing, muttering to herself. He grabbed her shoulders and spun her to face him, and she looked up at him, her breath catching. She seemed to lean into him before breaking out of it and shaking her head. Hugging him absently, she was still lost in thought.

"Mya, snap out of it."

"Yeah, give me a sec."

She looked at him, really looked at him, a few moments later. He had already showered that evening, so the hair that was usually slicked back hung around his face. Hermione's hair was a bit less bushy than usual, and he took it as a good sign, at least she wasn't too stressed.

Since when did I know that her bushy hair being more so than usual meant she was stressed? Since when did I even notice her hair? It was getting more and more confusing.

"Dray, Harry and Ron suspect you as the heir."

He knew what she was looking for, and nearly scoffed at the accusation. "It's not. I don't know who it is, though. No one that's told me. My father had a plot though, he was acting stranger than usual throughout the summer holidays. I think he knows somewhat about what's going on. I'll send him a letter. Maybe this time he'll answer."

Mya smiled at him and hugged him for real this time. He took comfort in her arms, and brought her tight to his body. She was the one person he could trust.

"Well, somehow we have to interrogate you. We were thinking about using Polyjuice, but we need to get a signature from someone to get the book it's in. It's a restricted one. You have any idea?"

Draco thought for about half a second. "Lockhart. He'll sign anything that stands still enough. I bet he's even signed one of the suits of armor here." It got the intended reaction out of the girl, and she giggled. Draco loved all of her laughs, especially the one where she was snorting, she was laughing so hard. It always sent them into even harder fits of laughter, where the two would double over and practically fall to the ground.

Once she recovered, she nodded at his idea and smiled at him. "Thanks Dray."

"Anytime, Mya."

"You ready for the game?"

"You bet! We're gonna smash your faces." They both started laughing, and soon were grabbing onto each other to support themselves.

Placing their wands in the safe by unspoken agreement, they worked the levitation charm, warming themselves up to lifting up multiple pillows at one each. Draco's best was seven, and Hermione's was nine. They did Lumos just to make sure they still had it, and they both held it for over six minutes. They challenged each other to a battle, to see who could hold it for longer, and Draco won, holding it for a challenging seven minutes and thirty four seconds. It was his best, and Mya also got her best at seven minutes and eighteen seconds. They were both proud of themselves and each other.

"Mya," He asked once they had their wands back, "What do you think is in the Chamber?"

"Well, it petrified Mrs. Norris, and it must have the capacity to kill, to get rid of the muggle-borns." Her voice started shaking, but evened out again. "But I have no idea what creatures can do that, be they magical or muggle."

"I highly doubt it's going to be a muggle creature, Mya."

"You never know, Dray."

He rolled his eyes, making sure she could see it. She shoved him playfully, and he, expecting it, stumbled exaggeratedly. Mya burst into laughter, causing Draco to do the same. Draco, strangely, wanted to hear the sound of her laughter every day for the rest of his life.

"Can't wait to smash Gryffindor Saturday, good luck. You're gonna need it!" Draco walked out of the RoR. Mya just shook her head and smiled after him.

"Sure, Dray. Sure."

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Classes were as easy as ever. Defence was another big joke this year. All Lockhart did was reenact the scenes from his book, very much different than how they were described in the book. Often calling on Potter to help, Lockhart really wasn't teaching them anything. He was suddenly grateful that he and Mya were practicing in the RoR.

Smiling at Mya once the class was over, he walked out. She was going to get his signature ("Not autograph. I'm not going to keep it, Dray!") today. He went straight to the library, where Mya and her friends were going to go after they got it. Hering her tones, he listened in.

"Moste Potente Potions?"

"I was wondering if I could, possibly, keep it?" Draco almost burst out laughing at the breathless voice she was using. She hated him, making sure Draco knew almost every time the name came up in the RoR. Luckily, he was able to keep it within himself.

"-can get you another, Lockhart will sign anything that sits still long enough." This time, Draco wasn't able to keep his snort in. With the book in his hands, though, he was able to disguise it as something he read. It sounded like Madam Pince got them the book though, and the three of them left quickly. Draco already knew where they were going, and went to his common room until dinner.