"Girl from the Past"
Written By: Cordy Says Hi
Chapter 3: A Long Story
Blaise sighed. This group of Ravenclaws ahead of him was taking a really long time. If he didn't hurry, he'd be even later for Charms than he already was.
"Mikomi, you should have been here three years ago! You know Draco Malfoy right?" asked Lisa Turpin.
"Yeah, you could say that. Unfortunately," Mikomi replied. Draco Malfoy? Blaise thought, Hmm, I might as well listen. Maybe I can get something on him!
"It was quite the scene! He was turned into a white ferret for being the git he is!"
"Ha ha! Really? All of this sounds so familiar," Mikomi laughed. This caught the attention of the Ravenclaw girls, as well as Blaise.
"How so?"
"Draco's always getting into a mess of things isn't he? When we were nine, he was trying to show off and was waving his father's wand around. In the end, he turned himself into a chicken." At hearing this, the other three girls laughed at the thought of the platinum-blonde haired boy turning himself into a chicken. This interested Blaise terribly and he rushed to Charms to get Draco to explain what he'd heard.
Blaise finally caught up to Draco, with an extremely evil smirk spreading across his face. As Draco looked upon the smirk, he got really nervous. When Blaise had a smirk, it always meant something was up, and generally, something he wouldn't like.
"Okay, what's up this time," Draco asked, cautiously. The dark haired teenager replied with a simple shrug, keeping the smirk upon his face.
"Oh nothing. Just heard an interesting story. A very interesting story," Blaise said.
"And what was this very interesting story about?" the other boy asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"A chicken," Blaise continued. Oh bugger! What if this is about that dumb chicken incident?! Draco cried out in his head, wincing, How did Blaise find out? As Draco was thinking quickly, Blaise asked, "So, were you a twit or did you just want to see what would happen?"
"How did you, of all people, find out about that?" Draco demanded. If the story got to the Gryffindors, he would be humiliated for the rest of his life.
"Hey, I just happened to be at a certain place and a certain time when I overheard it," Blaise replied as the two of them sat down in the Charms classroom, "It was that new girl. What's her name? Well, either way, she's in Ravenclaw." Draco tensed after hearing this.
"I should have known. It-Girl," he muttered through gritted teeth. As he said this Draco looked across the room to see Mikomi taking her seat with her Ravenclaw friends.
"Who's It-Girl?"
"Mikomi Lang. Man, she's so wet!" the blonde boy said in anger, "She's going to pay for this!" Blaise raised an eyebrow and asked, "How would she know something like that?" Draco quickly turned to look at him.
"Eh? It's none of your business," he answered bluntly. Before Blaise could speak, Professor Flitwick arrived to begin his class.
"Good day class. Where we were yesterday? Ah, yes, we were working on our Healing Charms," the short wizard greeted. As the professor continued to begin his Charms class, Blaise quietly nagged Draco about Mikomi.
"Come on, Draco. Come one," he whispered, nudging Draco's arm, "You know how annoying I can get when I don't know something." As Blaise said this, he grinned knowing how this would affect Draco's nerves.
"If I tell you, will you sod off? Fine. Well, my family and her family are close friends, so naturally, we were best friends," he spilled.
"You were?"
"She did something really shirty that got us into this endless row."
"Eh? What'd she do?" At this point, Draco got so annoyed that he almost broke his quill.
"Just bugger off, Blaise," he growled. At this, Blaise nudged his elbow and pointed across the room.
"Is that Mikomi?" the dark haired boy asked a bit louder than usual. At hearing he name, Mikomi snapped her head up and turned to glare at Draco.
"What are you looking at?" sneered the teenage boy. She shrugged and spat back saying, "Nothing. Obviously, a brainless git." Blaise, hearing this, smirked and said to Draco, "Whoa! Is it just me or is it cold in here?"
"Shut your trap, Zabini," Draco snapped. Soon enough, the Charms lesson was over and as the students filed out, Blaise said, "Draco, what she said was harsh! I can't believe that you two were ever friends!"
"Yeah? Same with everyone else."
"So, whatever happened between you two anyway?"
"I should just make you my bloody secret keeper shouldn't I?"
"Really? Thanks Draco!" Blaise exclaimed and slapped him on the back.
"No, you idiot. I couldn't even trust you with even my darkest secret," Draco said, exasperated. As he said this, he thought of his family. Bloody hell! I almost let it slip out! he screamed in his mind, Damn! I have to be more careful!
"Well? What happened?"
"I'll tell you later I suppose." The two Slytherin seventh years turned the corner and suddenly there was a crash with parchment and quills flying everywhere.
"Whoa! What was that?"
"What do you think smart one?"
"Oh god. Your are the last person I want to deal with!"
"Lang?" Draco realized through the entire mess.
"What Malfoy?" she spat. The three seventh years got up and faced each other. Draco and Mikomi glared at each other and spat at each other back and forth, while Blaise stood there, pretending to be invisible.
"I should have known," Draco stated coldly.
"Known what?"
"That you would be wet enough to go blabbing the chicken incident."
"It's not as if people would know the difference."
"She's got you there Draco," Blaise snickered. Both of them snapped their heads in his direction.
"Bugger off," they said in unison.
"Is there trouble here Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Zabini, and Ms. Lang?" asked a deep voice behind them. The three students turned to face Professor Snape with his black robes billowing behind him.
"No professor," Draco replied.
"Good then. Carry on. Wouldn't want to be late for lunch now, would we?" the Potions Master said smoothly, ending the conversation. Each student picked up their own things and took off in the opposite directions, Blaise with Draco. As Draco was walking angrily, he saw something glimmer in the corner of his eye and he stopped abruptly. Blaise, not noticing, bumped into the taller male.
"Oy! Why did you stop so suddenly, eh?" he exclaimed, rubbing his nose as if it hurt. Draco rolled his eyes and replied, "Shut your trap, Zabini. Please." He walked over to the spot where the object shimmered. It was silver. Sterling silver to be exact. It was a bracelet. A bracelet that looked oddly similiar to the one he had given to Mikomi five years ago.
"What is it?" Blaise asked, trying to see what Draco found. Finally, he had gotten a glimpse of it and said, "Draco, it's just a bracelet. You're…you're not going to really…wear that are you?"
"Jesus Blaise, how bloody stupid can you get?" Draco asked in annoyance, "Do you think this thing would even fit? Besides, I know who the owner of it is anyway." It is Mikomi's, he thought as he studied it closer, I wonder why she kept the bloody gift. Now that I look at it, it was a stupid and cheap present.
"Really? Who's is it? We can ransom it! Make money! Make money!" the immature Blaise chanted.
"Blaise, once in your life, could you please, shut up?"
"Make money! Make money!"
"Obviously not."
During lunch, Draco saw Mikomi leave the Ravenclaw table. Probably just noticed that her stupid bracelet is missing, he thought. He decided that he should see what she would do if she found out that he had it. Draco smirked, left the table, and followed her. They traced back where they crashed into each other. He watched Mikomi search for something and after a few seconds, he came around the corner, holdup the silver jewelry.
"Do you happen to be looking for this cheap piece of junk?" he sneered. She immediately turned around and faced him. Once facing Draco, she returned a look of loathing.
"Drac-Malfoy," she replied curtly.
"Lang," Draco began, "Honestly, I'm quite surprised that you even held on to this, let alone, wore it."
"How would you even know if I wore-"
"And look at how you're so worried about not finding it," he pointed out. Mikomi stiffened.
"I see. And why do you even care that I wear it?" she retaliated. She had a point. If he really didn't care, he wouldn't be holding it before her, bugging her about how she wore it, "Either way, return it to me."
"Why? I gave it to you. And now look at our relationship now! I think it's best that I keep it."
"Give it back you moron!"
"Why should I?! I don't even understand why you
kept the bloody thing."
"You wouldn't understand. You
don't have feelings at all," Mikomi said angrily, "All you are is ice. Cold ice. Unfeeling and hateful."
"Ouch, that hurt me. Right there,' he mockingly pouted, pointing to his heart. Mikomi's fists tightened.
"Just give it back! Now!"
"Pay me. You know daddy can always buy it back for you."
"Leave my family out of it. Just give me back the bracelet!"
"No-" He immediately didn't finish his sentence because Mikomi slapped him, harder this time. Not only did she slap him, she kicked him in the shins. From the pain, he dropped her precious bracelet. Fortunately for him, Professor McGonagall was patrolling the halls and saw the girl beat Draco up.
"Ms. Lang! An intelligent girl like you should know that fighting is not allowed here in Hogwarts!" the strict professor scolded, "That earns you a detention and fifty points from Ravenclaw!"
"Yes professor. It won't happen again," Mikomi replied respectfully, shooting daggers at the other student.
"We'll see," Professor McGonagall eyed the girl through her square glasses, "Mr. Malfoy, I presume that you are all right? If you are bleeding, have Ms. Lang escort you to the infirmary." After Draco nodded in reply, she quickly left, dark green robes following her trail.
"Heh, you just lost fifty whole points for your shirty house! Well, it looks like I'm not bleeding. It seems you're losing your touch Lang," he teased massaging his leg.
"Yeah, but I haven't had practice. And it was worth it."
As Draco and Blaise were walking to Potions, Blaise got back to the subject of Mikomi.
"So, whatever really happened to you two?" he asked, emphasizing 'really'. Before Draco replied, he heard Pansy scream.
"Drakey! What happened to your poor face?!"
"I'm fine."
"But-"
"I'm fine, Parkinson." She pouted yet again and walked away with her followers behind her.
"So, you never answered my question."
"Fine, you really want to know?"
"Duh…that was the point of the question."
"I…I kissed her. There. That's all I'm telling you!" Draco answered, frustrated and annoyed like always.
"That's awesome! You did the right thing," Blaise commended, "Going from friends to a happy couple! Lucky for you, she's cute!"
"Yeah, it's great all right. And she never spoke or saw me ever again. Until this year." The two Slytherins walked off to the dungeons, completely ignorant grin that spread across Ron Weasley's face nearby.