whoOp! I'm bak once agn! Muahahaha! Okay, R/R!

Disclaimer: I in NO way, own Harry potter. But, Maralinda and Christiana r mine! Muahaha!

Notes: some notes on my story: there's kind of a lot of stories put together, the main ones are Maralinda's and Christiana's. OH, and Mara n Christie lived as muggles until now. The HP movies and books are real. Okay, bye.

Pairings: H/Hr, D/M, R/C, De/G. ^.~

Tankiez to Liz and Angelee even though I don't care about grammar!! Just live with it! haha.



=+= Christiana's POV =+=

The light softly lit up the room. I rolled over in my new bed and yawned. 'Wake up, sleepyhead' I rubbed my eyes, trying to keep them open.

"Aikes!" I screamed, seeing Mara's smiling face right in front of me.

"Geez, chill. You don't have to go homicidal on my ear drums"

"Mara! How the hell did you get in here?"

"HELLO?! You're my best friend. I know you like I know myself. And plus, I listened as you said your password last night," she grinned.

"How long have you been here?"

"Just got here. I was going to wake you up especially since we've got an hour until breakfast"

I nodded my head, "thanks"

"You should decorate your room. Want me to help?" she put on a sly grin

"I will and no! You always make everything either black, blue or purple"

"So? Those are the coolest colors. I'm adding green to it though. Slytherin pride!"

"You doing that to impress Draco?"

"Perhaps" was her answer.

"I don't get you, Mara. It's all about looks to you"

"And you're talking? Hello? What happened to, Harry's eyes are so dreamy!!"

I got out of bed and reached into my trunk and pulled out my clothes to put in the closet. "You know he has a girlfriend, right?" I stopped unpacking.

"What?" she asked totally shocked.

"Oops. Guess you didn't know. Although that's weird since you think he's soooo hot! Why wouldn't he have a girlfriend?" I went back to unpacking; now taking out pictures of my muggle friends.

"What do you mean he has a girlfriend?" she asked hastily

"What part of it don't you understand, Mara? The he has part? Or a girlfriend?"

"Fine fine. I get it! What's her name?"

"Um.I think it was Blaise Za-something. She's in your house: you'll recognize her. Pretty, tall, brown hair, always hanging on Draco, can't miss her." Seeing her friend frown, she looked at the clock. They'd already wasted twenty minutes. "Okay, enough with this. Out. I've got to get ready and I see that you still do, too"

Mara muttered something under her breath and left.



=+= Normal POV =+=

'I can't believe he has a boyfriend' Mara opened her closet to find something to wear.

'Yea, well he does, you said yourself he was hot'

'Yeah, yeah' she picked out a pair of black shorts and a light blue blouse.

Even though they didn't sleep or stay in their towers, or in Mara's case, dungeon, they were allowed in their house's common room.

Maralinda blow-dried her hair, brushed her teeth, put on her robes and packed her bags, "Bye Christie! See you in potions!" she screamed.

She heard a muffled "Bye" as she opened the door into the hallway, which was still empty.

She briskly walked down the halls to appear in front of the Slytherin dungeons "flabbergast" Mara spoke and the concealed stone door revealed the Slytherin common room. She walked in slowly, looking around. It wasn't that decorated, but there were distinction that it was Slytherin. Green lamps hung around, lighting up the stone walls.

"Well well, the new Slytherin finally arrives," a voice said. I looked up to see Draco smirking. "Where were you? Hitting it off with Potter, Weasel and Mudblood?"

"Are you perhaps, referring to Harry, Ron and Hermione?"

He winced, "Don't say those name. They make me want to hurl"

Maralinda glared at him, "I understand there's a Gryffindor-Slytherin rivalry; I just don't understand what you have against them three, personally, and how long have you been standing there?"

"I don't think you'd understand and about half an hour,"

"Try me and I feel awfully special,"

"No thanks and I wasn't waiting for you," he threw back, walking down the stairs.

"Does it have anything to do with he's famous and he told you off on the train before first year and what were you doing then?"



=+= Draco's POV =+=

I narrowed my eyes at her, "How did you know about that? And I was just thinking,"

She stared at me, "You really are all wizard. You don't even look into the muggle world at all?" I shook my head. I have, and never will, care about the muggle world. Muggles are cheap, useless and stupid. "There's books on you. Well, mainly Harry. You're the bully, the one giving him a hard time at school. They tell of his adventures, they made movies, too." She said this all calmly, not changing emotion.

"They write about us? About wizards?"

"Yes. They think it's fantasy, it's all fake, all in their heads," she explained, "I believed they were just fictitious stories until my parents told me the truth" she turned her head to stare around the dungeons.

"DRACO! Honey!" a voice yelled.

"I guess I should go now," Maralinda said, softly scurrying away unnoticed.

I looked up to see Blaise grinning at me. "Hey sweetie. Have a nice night?" I smiled sweetly

"Of course," She dashed down the stairs, skipping every other one. She grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the common room and into the halls, towards the Great Hall for breakfast.

I laughed, "Calm down. Since when have you been so excited about going to breakfast?"

"It's our first full day back at Hogwarts, I want to enjoy it," She smiled.

We entered the Great Hall while it was still empty. I noticed Maralinda was sitting at the Gryffindor table, talking to Christiana. Maralinda looked at me for less than a second and then went back to talking to Christiana, not looking again, not even saying hi. I wondered what was getting into me, I never really ever cared, but Maralinda and Christiana were different. I could feel it.

I grabbed a plate and went to sit down by Blaise, who wasn't much of a breakfast type of girl. I gathered some food and started eating. Soon more and more people were coming in to eat breakfast. Maralinda came over and sat down at the Slytherin table, talking to some of the girls, including Blaise.



=+= Harry's POV =+= (finally. Lolz) =+=

I walked into the Great Hall to see Hermione, Christie and Ginny deep in conversation. I grabbed a plate and sat down. "Ron! Soccer is way better than Quidditch. Hands down!" Dean argued

"NO WAY! Hello?! Brooms, flying and more excitement. Dean, Quidditch is so much better!" Ron argued back.

"Ack! You've never even seen a game of soccer! Oh, hey Harry," Dean greeted.

"Hey. What are the girls talking about?" I asked, curious.

"What kind of guy knows what girls talk about?" Ron replied

"Um...the gay ones?" Dean said.

I rolled my eyes and started laughing. "What's so funny?" Christiana asked, looking at me.

"Nothing. Haha. Where were you anyway? You never went with us to Gryffindor Tower. Or did you?" I asked

"Perhaps I did and you didn't see me," she said, having no emotion in her voice

"But you weren't in the girls dormitories," Hermione added.

"You busy flirting with Malfoy?" Ron asked

"Flirting isn't my department. It's Mara's. Dumbledore gave Mara and me our own rooms," she said, eating some bread. They just stared at me. "Is that weird?"

Ginny broke the silence, "Very. We're all supposed to sleep in the house dormitories..."

"Oh. Well then..."



~+~+~+~+~+~+~ Time passes... ~+~+~+~+~+~+~

=+= Normal POV =+=

Winter Holiday was a day away; most people were already packed up to go home. The sixth year Gryffindors and Slytherins were all heading toward Potions class. Ron and Harry were just glad that this was their last Potions class for three weeks. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Christiana and occasionally Ginny, were always in a group. Every once in awhile Maralinda talked with them, sitting at the Gryffindor table. Christiana also sat at the Slytherin table seldom.

"Hey Hermione," Harry said.

She looked up and smiled at him. "Hey Harry. You better take you seat before Snape nags on you," he nodded and went with Ron to their seats.



"You don't think he'll find out?" Maralinda asked, concerned.

"Draco's clueless. The only way he'll find out is if you or Justin tell him," she stared at her.

"I won't tell unless you let me. You know I won't," Mara stated calmly.

"Cool. I guess there was a reason you were place with Slytherin, you know which rules to keep and which rules to break," she grinned slyly. Maralinda had on a nervous smile.

"All right class, today you're going to learn about..."



"I can't believe how long that class felt," Hermione complained.

Christiana nodded, "Hey, I got to go meet Mara in our dorm. Bye,"

"When will we find out where your dorm is, anyway?" Ron asked before she left.

Christie giggled, "You can come now, if you want. I don't know if I'm allowed to have people in there, but I don't think Mara would mind,"

Harry looked at Ron and Hermione. "We have to work," Hermione stated.

"I've already finished mine, I'll come." Harry said.



"Mara!" Christiana yelled in their common room.

"She's not here right now. She had to go do something, she'll be right back," Draco was looking through our magazines on the couch. "You have a nice place,"

"What are you doing here?" Christie asked, Harry following her.

"What do you think?" He put down the magazine and stared at her, "I'm hanging out. Mara had to go talk to Dumbledore. Oh, hey Potter."

Christie sighed. "I think I'm going to go. It's a nice place. Maybe I'll come back later when Malfoy isn't here," he left quickly.

She sat down in the other couch, which was across from Draco. She pulled out a book and started reading. She didn't realize when Draco squinted to see the title of her book, "Daughters of the Moon...Into the cold fire," he read. She put her book in her lap and glared at him. He smirked, speaking again; "The girl on the cover's hot," then started reading his magazine.

Right then Mara stumbled into their common room, "Oh. Hey Christie,"

"What'd Dumbledore say?" Draco asked, not looking at her.

"He said it's fine," she stated.

Christiana was confused, "What's fine?"

"For me to be here," Draco said, putting the magazine down.

"Where's Blaise?" Christie asked.

"She's packing. She's going home for the holidays," Draco said, standing up. "So, what am I doing here again?"

"I don't know. You wanted to see where my dorm was." Mara claimed.

"Are you still going out with Blaise, Draco?" Christie asked, confused.

"Yeah..." Draco said, glaring at her, "Why do you ask?"

"Well, I heard Justin say he and her were hitched," Christie said, looking from Draco to Mara and back. Maralinda gave her a glare.

"Is that true, Mara?" She looked down at her shoes and nodded. "I can't believe you didn't tell me!"

Her head shot up, "I promised Blaise I wouldn't tell!" she practically yelled.

"She was cheating on me! There are some rules you have to break in a friendship! Or are you stating that I'm not your friend?!" Draco's voice rose, too.

"I'M NOT SAYING THAT! I like being your friend. I...I don't know why I didn't tell you! I didn't want to see you hurt!"

"Well, I guess your plan backfired" Draco stomped out of our common room, his robes flying behind him.

"UGH!" Mara flew into her room, tears flowing down her eyes. Christiana sighed and stood up. She knocked on Mara's door.

"Mara? Are you okay?" Christiana asked calmly. "Exteriority" she whispered, and the door opened. She found Maralinda lying in her bed, face in her pillow.

"I should have told him," She managed to say between all the tears.

"You were just listening to Blaise. Come on. We better go before he stomps all over Blaise. It's dinner time," Mara nodded and slowly got up. She grabbed some tissues.

They pretty much ran toward the Great Hall. They entered to hear Draco yelling, "You cheated on me with HIM?! I can't believe you. You're the one who got mad at me for talking to Christiana because she was a Gryffindor and you're the one cheating on me with a freakin' HUFFLEPUFF?!" he sucked in deep breath, "Oh my god," he was shouting. He looked over at Maralinda and Christiana, glaring. Maralinda pulled back, but Christie held her arm tight.

"Come on, Mara,"

Mara took a deep breath, "DRACO!" Everyone turned to look at her. "Perhaps," she took another breath, "there's a reason Blaise cheated on you. I'm not saying it's right, but maybe, just MAYBE, there was a legitimate reason."

Everyone turned toward Blaise. "There is" she muttered.

"Then what's you oh so great reason?" Draco glared at her with such force.

"If you want her to answer, lighten up the glare, Draco." He didn't listen to her, he just turned his glare toward her.



=+= Maralinda's POV =+=

His normally light gray eyes were a dark silver, close to being black. There was no sympathy and no love; no sense of emotion in them. They were empty and dead. I shivered. "Why don't you shut up, Clark. You didn't tell me either. I thought you were my friend!"

"I didn't want to see you hurt! I know I made the wrong decision, but we all make bad decisions," I was practically yelling.

"When did you care if I was hurt or not?" He yelled, sounding almost demonic or possessed.

"I started caring when I met you. I care about you." His was shocked when he heard this, "That's right, I like you. But I guess that doesn't matter anymore!"



=+= Draco's POV =+=

I was shocked, I didn't believe Mara liked me. It was impossible, she seemed to flirt with everybody but me. I was always jealous that she flirted with Crabbe more than she did with me. I saw sadness in her hazel eyes, tears forming. Her right hand was right in front of her face, her other hand held out in front of her as if she were going to catch something. She snapped with her right hand. Instantly her broom was in her hand. She whipped around and practically ran out of the Great Hall towards the main entrance, tears training her.

I stood there, blinking, not knowing what to say. Everyone started questioning each other what had happened. 'You did it now, Draco. She cared for you and you just threw it away,' somebody said in my head. I noticed Christiana staring at me. Her deep blue eyes had no mercy inside. She turned on her heel and headed after Mara.

"I'm sorry," Blaise claimed, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't touch me," he ordered through clenched teeth. He bolted out.



I rushed after Christiana. "Christie," she stopped and turned around, looking at me with resentment.

"Don't call me that. You hurt my best friend. You hurt her BAD! She really liked you. She may not have acted like it, but she did. I could tell. I could even tell that you like her, too. But you won't admit it. I don't know what you saw in Blaise and what Mara found in her as a friend, but it just kicked both of you in the butt!" She gave me a final glare and disappeared...



=+= Normal POV =+=

Christiana went invisible so he couldn't follow her. She waited until he left before she moved. She went into our common room and climbed out the window. She saw Maralinda crying, sitting at the top of the tower, rain falling all around her. She took her wand out, "Accio broomstick,"

She grabbed the broomstick in my free hand and flew toward Mara. "I don't want to talk right now, Christie" she said, knowing she was there.

"I know," Christiana sat down next to her, letting her lean on her shoulder.



Someone floating up above was watching Christiana and Maralinda. He cackled softly, "Here they are, soft and unwanted. This is just perfect," He nodded, giving a signal to three men on the top of Hogwarts.

The two big ones grabbed each of the girls, covering their mouths.

Christiana was able to struggle her mouth free. She screamed with all her might.



A piercing scream came from outside. Draco's head shot up. He had returned to the Great Hall. Two owls shot through the room, each a letter in its talons. One dropped a letter in front of Harry, the other in front of Draco.

Draco hastily opened the letter, seeing the dark mark on the front.



~* Draco Malfoy *~

I have stolen one precious to you. She is powerful and great. Are you going to risk your life and save her? Or be a coward and stay put? I know she is special to you. Are you willing to unite with the one you most hate to help the one you most love?

: Lord VoLdemoRt :



Draco slammed a fist on the table, making it shake. Everyone looked at him with horror. He noticed Harry walking toward him, an identical letter in his hand. "He's kidnapped Mara and Christie. Do you want to save her? Or will it just be me, Ron and Hermione?"

He tried to grin, but didn't have the energy to, "You're bringing your whole club along?" Harry just stared at him, "You need me, just like I need you to bring them back. You don't know where his lair is, I do. I don't have the power to defeat Voldemort, but you do," They whispered so nobody else knew what was going on.

"We leave on the day after tomorrow," Harry stated

"Why are we waiting so long? Why can't we go now?" Draco asked.

"Everybody's watching us. They know something's up. We have to leave once they stop staring at you for what happened today and for what's happening right now." He meant their talking, even though they were glaring at each other.

"Fine, but just to get their suspicion off this conversation--" he punched Harry in the stomach.

They pounded each other until the professors came in and pulled them off each other.

"We trust you students to go through one meal without us," Professor McGonagall sighed.





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