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A/N: this chapter will be from Draco's POV, but the others will probably be from Darla's. I hope this is to your satisfaction.
I sat in my room all alone. It was a cold and gloomy night. I am now a prefect and I don't have to share a room with anyone. Long ago I ditched Crabbe and Goyle. They got so stupid to a point where I couldn't stand to be within five yards of them. They were annoying and immature. I try my best to avoid Pansy. The stupid slut follows me everywhere I go. Potter and Weasel are ignoring me finally, so I'm doing the same. Granger is a prefect too now so we agreed to speak civilly.
Things are better, and at the same time worse. My father disappeared after Potter and his friends destroyed the dark lord. Everyone is now safe, and I don't have to become a death eater. I didn't want to be. Yet, I don't have many friends. I talk to people now and then. There are a few first years I knew pretty well and am keeping watch over, but most the time I am by myself.
I stared out the window as one star finally shown through the dark and heavy clouds. It was very bright and stood out. I smiled and decided to make a wish.
"Starlight, starbright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight. I wish for a companion. Someone who I can talk to, and just be myself around." I whispered and then walked over to my bed and went to sleep.
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The next morning I got up and stretched. It was Saturday morning and I planned on relaxing and doing some homework. I threw on a pair of jeans and a black shirt. Grabbing my newest book on muggles I sat down in the prefects common room. I found Hermione already on her couch reading the same book.
"Good morning Draco. Oh, I didn't know you were interested in muggles. I thought Malfoys despised muggles." Hermione cocked her head to the side to see the book.
"Not all of us. I've always been fascinated; I've just been hiding it because my father would kill me if he knew. After we get out I plan to go into the Ministry of Magic and work with muggles. They have some very cool inventions." I admitted.
"That's nice. I never pictured you as a muggle fan; but then again I don't really know you. Wouldn't it be cool if we had a muggle in muggle studies?" Hermione grinned.
"Yeah! You should tell Dumbledore!" I suggested.
"I think I will. I'm going to shower and go see him. I'll talk to you later." She waved and headed for the bathroom.
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I was reading about muggle radios when I heard movement in my room. Someone was in there. I got up and walked over. I pulled out my wand and threw open the door.
There next to my bed stood a girl. She was obviously a muggle. She had the clothing I had seen in a muggle magazine, and looked very confused at the objects in my room.
She was about average height. Her hair was dark brown, almost black, and it was very curly. Her eyes were just as dark as her hair. She wore a dark blue shirt that had the words Sum 41 in yellow. Her jeans were black, and so were her shoes.
"Where am I? Who are you? What's going on?" She questioned.
"Calm down. You're in my room in the prefect's dormitories in Hogwarts. I'm Draco Malfoy, and I have a feeling our headmaster can answer your last question." I explained.
"Isn't this a school for learning magic? My cousin goes here." She smiled.
"Who is your cousin?" I asked.
"Hermione Granger. Do you know her?" She questioned.
"Actually I do know her. Her room is right next to mine. I think she may have something to do with this. Come, I think I know where she is right now." I called and led her out of my room.
We didn't talk much on the way to Dumbledore's office. She was looking around at the statues and the halls and the students. Everyone was looking at her too. I wanted to wrap my arm around her waist and keep her by my side. Then I realized I didn't even know her. I didn't even know her name!
"Mr. Malfoy, Miss Miller, come in. I'm dreadfully sorry. You weren't supposed to end up in Mr. Malfoy's room. You were supposed to end up in my office, but I think I mispronounced a word in the spell. No matter, you are here now, and that is all that matters." Dumbledore smiled.
"Why am I here?" She asked timidly.
"Because we thought it would be interesting to have a muggle in our muggle studies class. Your cousin was the one who recommended it. She also recommended you as the lucky girl. We're looking for a boy right now. He should be here in a couple days." The old man sighed.
"I didn't know I was even coming, I didn't get to pack. Do my parents know about this?" She asked.
"Do not worry. Your belongings are already in your room, and your parents have been informed and are fine with it." He assured her.
"This is so cool. Thank you." She laughed.
"No, thank you. You will be helping all our students learn. Your room is next to your cousin's. Mr. Malfoy will show you where that is." Dumbledore opened the door and we left.
It was quiet for a moment. Then I realized I only knew her last name. Miller, it was definitely a muggle name, but her first name, Dumbledore never mentioned it.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name earlier." I looked over at her.
"I'm sorry. My name is Darla, Darla Miller. Are you friends with my cousin?" She smiled.
"Kinda. We're not exactly what you would call friends, but we do talk." I answered.
"So I'm here to be studied and help you guys learn about muggles. Do you take the muggle studies class?" She questioned.
"Yeah, it's my first class. Hermione has it then too." I nodded.
"Great. Maybe you guys could show me where it is." She suggested hopefully.
I simply nodded and walked her to her room. It was between Hermione's and mine. It had a large purple door and a painting that looked quite different form the usual ones here at Hogwarts. It had a guy with long blond hair, blue eyes, and pointed ears. In his hands were a bow and an arrow.
"Do you understand this painting?" I asked.
"Boy do I! It's Legolas from Lord of the Rings. I love him! Isn't he cute?" She giggled.
"Umm." I shook my head.
"Sorry, I forgot, guys don't like other guys. I just love him, but he doesn't exist. Then again, I didn't believe in witches and wizards when I was little, but they do exist. Anything could be real. I hope elves are!" She smirked.
"Hello Darla. I am to give you the password, but I can't with him standing there. He may here." The guy in the painting nodded towards me.
"Oh, sorry. I'm going to be in my room if you need me." I whispered Th. password to my room, OCARD YOFLAM, my name spelled backwards.
"Wait, do you think you could show me around later? My cousin is out still and I at least would like to know where some things are. Will you help me?" She pleaded.
"I guess so. I'll meet you in an hour. I have some homework I have to finish." Then I slid into my room.
A/N: So what do you think? The next chapter will be from Darla's POV. I think most of them will be. In the next chapter the boy will arrive too. Suggestions are more then welcome.
A/N: this chapter will be from Draco's POV, but the others will probably be from Darla's. I hope this is to your satisfaction.
I sat in my room all alone. It was a cold and gloomy night. I am now a prefect and I don't have to share a room with anyone. Long ago I ditched Crabbe and Goyle. They got so stupid to a point where I couldn't stand to be within five yards of them. They were annoying and immature. I try my best to avoid Pansy. The stupid slut follows me everywhere I go. Potter and Weasel are ignoring me finally, so I'm doing the same. Granger is a prefect too now so we agreed to speak civilly.
Things are better, and at the same time worse. My father disappeared after Potter and his friends destroyed the dark lord. Everyone is now safe, and I don't have to become a death eater. I didn't want to be. Yet, I don't have many friends. I talk to people now and then. There are a few first years I knew pretty well and am keeping watch over, but most the time I am by myself.
I stared out the window as one star finally shown through the dark and heavy clouds. It was very bright and stood out. I smiled and decided to make a wish.
"Starlight, starbright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight. I wish for a companion. Someone who I can talk to, and just be myself around." I whispered and then walked over to my bed and went to sleep.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The next morning I got up and stretched. It was Saturday morning and I planned on relaxing and doing some homework. I threw on a pair of jeans and a black shirt. Grabbing my newest book on muggles I sat down in the prefects common room. I found Hermione already on her couch reading the same book.
"Good morning Draco. Oh, I didn't know you were interested in muggles. I thought Malfoys despised muggles." Hermione cocked her head to the side to see the book.
"Not all of us. I've always been fascinated; I've just been hiding it because my father would kill me if he knew. After we get out I plan to go into the Ministry of Magic and work with muggles. They have some very cool inventions." I admitted.
"That's nice. I never pictured you as a muggle fan; but then again I don't really know you. Wouldn't it be cool if we had a muggle in muggle studies?" Hermione grinned.
"Yeah! You should tell Dumbledore!" I suggested.
"I think I will. I'm going to shower and go see him. I'll talk to you later." She waved and headed for the bathroom.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
I was reading about muggle radios when I heard movement in my room. Someone was in there. I got up and walked over. I pulled out my wand and threw open the door.
There next to my bed stood a girl. She was obviously a muggle. She had the clothing I had seen in a muggle magazine, and looked very confused at the objects in my room.
She was about average height. Her hair was dark brown, almost black, and it was very curly. Her eyes were just as dark as her hair. She wore a dark blue shirt that had the words Sum 41 in yellow. Her jeans were black, and so were her shoes.
"Where am I? Who are you? What's going on?" She questioned.
"Calm down. You're in my room in the prefect's dormitories in Hogwarts. I'm Draco Malfoy, and I have a feeling our headmaster can answer your last question." I explained.
"Isn't this a school for learning magic? My cousin goes here." She smiled.
"Who is your cousin?" I asked.
"Hermione Granger. Do you know her?" She questioned.
"Actually I do know her. Her room is right next to mine. I think she may have something to do with this. Come, I think I know where she is right now." I called and led her out of my room.
We didn't talk much on the way to Dumbledore's office. She was looking around at the statues and the halls and the students. Everyone was looking at her too. I wanted to wrap my arm around her waist and keep her by my side. Then I realized I didn't even know her. I didn't even know her name!
"Mr. Malfoy, Miss Miller, come in. I'm dreadfully sorry. You weren't supposed to end up in Mr. Malfoy's room. You were supposed to end up in my office, but I think I mispronounced a word in the spell. No matter, you are here now, and that is all that matters." Dumbledore smiled.
"Why am I here?" She asked timidly.
"Because we thought it would be interesting to have a muggle in our muggle studies class. Your cousin was the one who recommended it. She also recommended you as the lucky girl. We're looking for a boy right now. He should be here in a couple days." The old man sighed.
"I didn't know I was even coming, I didn't get to pack. Do my parents know about this?" She asked.
"Do not worry. Your belongings are already in your room, and your parents have been informed and are fine with it." He assured her.
"This is so cool. Thank you." She laughed.
"No, thank you. You will be helping all our students learn. Your room is next to your cousin's. Mr. Malfoy will show you where that is." Dumbledore opened the door and we left.
It was quiet for a moment. Then I realized I only knew her last name. Miller, it was definitely a muggle name, but her first name, Dumbledore never mentioned it.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name earlier." I looked over at her.
"I'm sorry. My name is Darla, Darla Miller. Are you friends with my cousin?" She smiled.
"Kinda. We're not exactly what you would call friends, but we do talk." I answered.
"So I'm here to be studied and help you guys learn about muggles. Do you take the muggle studies class?" She questioned.
"Yeah, it's my first class. Hermione has it then too." I nodded.
"Great. Maybe you guys could show me where it is." She suggested hopefully.
I simply nodded and walked her to her room. It was between Hermione's and mine. It had a large purple door and a painting that looked quite different form the usual ones here at Hogwarts. It had a guy with long blond hair, blue eyes, and pointed ears. In his hands were a bow and an arrow.
"Do you understand this painting?" I asked.
"Boy do I! It's Legolas from Lord of the Rings. I love him! Isn't he cute?" She giggled.
"Umm." I shook my head.
"Sorry, I forgot, guys don't like other guys. I just love him, but he doesn't exist. Then again, I didn't believe in witches and wizards when I was little, but they do exist. Anything could be real. I hope elves are!" She smirked.
"Hello Darla. I am to give you the password, but I can't with him standing there. He may here." The guy in the painting nodded towards me.
"Oh, sorry. I'm going to be in my room if you need me." I whispered Th. password to my room, OCARD YOFLAM, my name spelled backwards.
"Wait, do you think you could show me around later? My cousin is out still and I at least would like to know where some things are. Will you help me?" She pleaded.
"I guess so. I'll meet you in an hour. I have some homework I have to finish." Then I slid into my room.
A/N: So what do you think? The next chapter will be from Darla's POV. I think most of them will be. In the next chapter the boy will arrive too. Suggestions are more then welcome.