Chap. 3 is up!!! This chapter is kinda short and just fills you in. Next Chapter is when things get interesting
Last Time…
Suddenly his mouth was over hers. She gasped in surprise and his tongue got past her lips. She leaned in to the kiss and started running her hands through his hair.
Abruptly she pulled back and glared, "I hate it when you do that."
Draco smirked.
"Oh, go bang your head against a wall you self-confident git!"
To the Story!
Miaka's POV
Geesh! It's not like I can't hear them! Moms yelling so loud I'm sure all of Oxfordshire can hear her! I wonder why she's so upset to see this Malfoy guy. He seemed pretty nice to me, but you could tell he wasn't expecting how mom reacted to him. To think of it, neither was I; her voice was so cold. I've never heard her talk to anybody that way before, but then today has been one of surprises.
The yelling stopped, and then started all over again.
"MAKE ME!!"
It went quiet again except for her mothers gasp. If he hurt her...he was going to have one mad 11 year old to deal with.
"I hate it when you do that."
To my surprise, mom's voice was one full of guilt, not pain.
Weird.
This guy sure is talented, if he's managed to shake my mom up like this. Wonder who he is.
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There was a sound of doors swinging open and Miaka hurriedly sat on the couch so it wouldn't look like she'd been spying. A very scarlet Hermione came into the living room followed by a smug Draco. Hermione took a seat next to Miaka, but Draco remained standing.
"This is for you." He handed Miaka a parchment envelope.
On the front, written in a green flowing letters, were the words,
Miss Miaka D. Granger
12 Blencowe Close
Bicester
Oxfordshire
"Oh! Oh my gosh! I got in! I got in!" Miaka jumped up and did a little victory dance.
She ran around the room and gave her mom a hug and, to his surprise, hugged Draco too.
"Oh, yeah. I got in. I got in." she sang as she danced around the room.
"Great. Not another know-it-all Granger! Hogwarts is doomed!"
Draco was silenced by the Granger know-it-alls' glares.
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Hermione's POV
Miaka had finally gotten of the phone.
'Goodness, that girl can talk! She's been on the phone for three hours!' So far she had called Harry, Ron, Sirius, Remus, and after a long wait had gotten through to Ginny in Rome.
Malfoy had asked to use the fire place a few hours back and she hadn't seen him since.
She was thinking of going upstairs and going to sleep, but upstairs was much too far away. She collapsed onto the sofa.
"Hermione?"
She rolled off the couch.
"Wha?" she moaned, lost.
"Hermione, are you ok?" Draco looked at her suspiciously.
"But I thought you left hours ago. And since when are we on first name basis?" she answered composing herself.
"In case you hadn't noticed, Sherlock, I've been calling you Hermione since the beginning. You're the only one still on last name basis."
"I have a perfectly good reason to be, in case you don't remember." She retorted coolly.
Indeed he did.
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