During her seven years at Hogwarts, Miakoda had made one friend. His name was Draco Malfoy.
Draco and Miakoda did everything together: buddied up in classes, walked, talked, everything. The
Slytherins loved Draco, pretty much worshipped him and everything he did. But no one paid attention
to Miakoda except Draco and a few teachers. But normally, they were their own division, and nothing
could tear them apart.
One day, Miakoda was contemplating a paticular question, one she had to know the answer
to. So, she decided to ask Draco for a little help.
"Dray? Why don't people notice me? It's like I'm not even there."
Draco has the answer as soon as Miakoda was done asking the question. "Mia, they do not
really see you there. You're just like part of the crowd, or a painting that people don't care about."
Miakoda contemplated this answer in her head. THe sun was setting and the sky burned
Miakoda and Draco both set off for the Gryffindor common room. When they reached the portrait of
the fat lady, Draco said good night to Miakoda and strode off towards his own head boy quarters.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Mia," he said as her disappeared down the stairs.
Miakoda told the fat lady the password and proceeded into her dormitory, aware that no one
noticed her, and glad of it too
"Thank you Usen, for your kindness," she whispered, before proceeding up the stair and into
her four poster bed.
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Draco walked absentmindedly to the dungeons. He was walking down a corridor that lead to the
Slythering common room, when he suddenly turned and muttered a password to a stone gargoyle. He proceeded
down the corridor that lead to his quarters.
When he reached the end of the hall, he said "Oliander" and walked into his dimly lit room.
It was accomodated with a large bed, a sofa, recliner, and a desk and wooden chair. The bed had a
green comforter and black and silver pillow cases.
The walls had once been green, but Draco had changed them to plain white. The cieling, like
in the Great Hall, was charmed to look like the skiy. On the walls, Draco had hung pictures and poetry.
Draco walked over to his bed and sat on his knees on his pillows. He was looking at a
painting on the wall. It was a field with wild buffalo. There was a strem, and in the background the
sun was setting behind the mountain's silhouette.
Draco took it all in, then turned to the poem that hung beside it. He read:
"Home"
Home is where I'd like to be,
When I'm home I'm always free.
When I'm home I watch the buffalo graze,
Or sit in the morning's haze.
Watch the trees grow,
And always know,
That this is home.
In this world I can see,
The differences between you and me.
Summer gold and
Greenest grass.
I wish that all of it could last.
Here in this lonely place,
I always vanish without a trace.
But there's one place where I can hide,
And that place is in your eyes.
In your eyes I can see,
All the grass, riveres, and trees.
The mountain's silhouette against the sky.
In your eyes I see you and I.
In your eyes is where I want to go,
In your eyes I'm always home.
Draco read it over and over again. He loved the way it had been written. Every bit of it he
loved. He finally toare his eyes away from the poem and got up to look at the other pictures.
He looked at a picture of an Apache village. Another, a field of lilacs and olianders, snapdragons,
daisies, chrysanthemums and hiacynths. He moved on to a muggle picture Draco had requested be taken.
It was a picture of Miakoda, and this way she would never leave, like in wizarding pictures.
He scanned over the rest of them, then walked to his bed. He took off his robes, pulled his t-shirt
off, then laid down thinking of a pair of certain brown eyes.
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Miakoda sang a slow Apache song to comfort herself from her nightmare.
"Why does the sun shine?
Reflecting the moon, chimes
the bird of tjhe night.
Tonight, I'll find my way.
Tonight, I'll fly away."
She thought about her nightmare for a moment. Why was she scared of some silly dream?
She was a brave Apache warrior, soon to be first female chief and medicine woman. She decided
to go somewhere. Miakoda got off her bed, cast an invisibility charm on herself, and snuck down
to the dungeons.
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Draco awoke from a deep sleep with a brown eyed, black haired girl leaning over him. He
rubber his eyes and yawned.
"Mia? What are you doing here? What's wrong?" Draco asked all at once.
"I had a bad dream," Miakoda mumbled.
"Sit down, Mia," Miakoda sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Care to share?" he asked.
Miakoda looked around and then told Draco all about her dream. It took some time to tell
because of Miakoda's stuttering and yawning. When she was done, Draco had pulled her into his arms.
"You know I would never do that to you. You're my best friend," Draco whispered in her ear.
Miakoda nodded against Draco's chest. "Thank you." She got up to go back to the Gryffindor
common room, but Draco's arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back onto the bed.
"It's Friday night. No class tomorrow. Why don't you just stay here?" Draco said.
Miakoda shrugged, then walked to the couch and laid down.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked.
"Going to sleep," Miakoda mumbled.
"Not on that thing, and not in those clothes," Draco said, "You'll get VERY uncomfortable."
Draco walked to his trunk and pulled out a black t-shirt and black lounge pants. (A/N: Yes, Draco
Malfoy has LOUNGE pants.) "Here. Weat these." He threw them at Miakoda. She caught them, then looked
around for a place to dress. There was none.
"Turn around," she said.
"What if I don't want to?" Draco said mischeviously. Miakoda glared, then shrugged. She turned
around and got dressed.
When she turned back around, Draco's mouth was hanging open. "WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!" he shouted,
"I WAS ONLY JOKING!!"
"Fine! If you don't want me here I'll go!" she shouted. She opened the door and ran out, skrinking into
shadows. She stopped and pressed herself against the wall.
"Mia! I didn't mean it!" Draco shouted. His figure appeared a little way down the hall. "Lumos."
A small glow of light appeared at the end of his wand.
Miakoda snuck out of her spot and snuck behind him. She was seven inches shorter than his 6' 1".
Slowly, she pulled out her wand, but had it to his back faster than a jackrabbit. "Prove it!"
Draco whirled around. "Nox." Everything was dark. He wrapped his arms around Miakoda and drew her
into a tight embrace. "You know I didn't mean it," he said, then lead her back to his room.
When they were there she rounded on him again, still pointing her wand at him. She searched his eyes, but
found nothing in his silvery orbs but love and trust. She lowered her wand. "I'm sorry." she said. Draco
placed a hand on her shoulder.
"It's alright Mia. I understand." He walked to the bed and laid down. Miakoda did the same, but on the couch.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Sleeping," was her only word of reply.
"Well, my sleeping beauty, what did I say about sleeping on the couch?" he said.
"Absolutely nothing I would care about," she mumbled. Draco was annoyed. He stood up and walked
to the couch to sit down. "Why won't you listen to me?"
"I don't make a point of listening to arrodant prats," she said. Now Draco was REALLY annoyed.
He stood up, taking a pillow with him. He walked over to where Miakoda's head rested on a silver
pillow. THWACK!!! Draco had hit Miakoda over the head with a pillow. Then he picked her up.
She was thrashing around in his arms, but he carried her to the bud and laid her down. She stared at
him with narrowed eyes. He laid down next to her. Soon, she becamse less angry. She snuggled up close to him.
He listened as her breathing slowed. Soon, he, too, fell asleep.
Draco and Miakoda did everything together: buddied up in classes, walked, talked, everything. The
Slytherins loved Draco, pretty much worshipped him and everything he did. But no one paid attention
to Miakoda except Draco and a few teachers. But normally, they were their own division, and nothing
could tear them apart.
One day, Miakoda was contemplating a paticular question, one she had to know the answer
to. So, she decided to ask Draco for a little help.
"Dray? Why don't people notice me? It's like I'm not even there."
Draco has the answer as soon as Miakoda was done asking the question. "Mia, they do not
really see you there. You're just like part of the crowd, or a painting that people don't care about."
Miakoda contemplated this answer in her head. THe sun was setting and the sky burned
Miakoda and Draco both set off for the Gryffindor common room. When they reached the portrait of
the fat lady, Draco said good night to Miakoda and strode off towards his own head boy quarters.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Mia," he said as her disappeared down the stairs.
Miakoda told the fat lady the password and proceeded into her dormitory, aware that no one
noticed her, and glad of it too
"Thank you Usen, for your kindness," she whispered, before proceeding up the stair and into
her four poster bed.
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Draco walked absentmindedly to the dungeons. He was walking down a corridor that lead to the
Slythering common room, when he suddenly turned and muttered a password to a stone gargoyle. He proceeded
down the corridor that lead to his quarters.
When he reached the end of the hall, he said "Oliander" and walked into his dimly lit room.
It was accomodated with a large bed, a sofa, recliner, and a desk and wooden chair. The bed had a
green comforter and black and silver pillow cases.
The walls had once been green, but Draco had changed them to plain white. The cieling, like
in the Great Hall, was charmed to look like the skiy. On the walls, Draco had hung pictures and poetry.
Draco walked over to his bed and sat on his knees on his pillows. He was looking at a
painting on the wall. It was a field with wild buffalo. There was a strem, and in the background the
sun was setting behind the mountain's silhouette.
Draco took it all in, then turned to the poem that hung beside it. He read:
"Home"
Home is where I'd like to be,
When I'm home I'm always free.
When I'm home I watch the buffalo graze,
Or sit in the morning's haze.
Watch the trees grow,
And always know,
That this is home.
In this world I can see,
The differences between you and me.
Summer gold and
Greenest grass.
I wish that all of it could last.
Here in this lonely place,
I always vanish without a trace.
But there's one place where I can hide,
And that place is in your eyes.
In your eyes I can see,
All the grass, riveres, and trees.
The mountain's silhouette against the sky.
In your eyes I see you and I.
In your eyes is where I want to go,
In your eyes I'm always home.
Draco read it over and over again. He loved the way it had been written. Every bit of it he
loved. He finally toare his eyes away from the poem and got up to look at the other pictures.
He looked at a picture of an Apache village. Another, a field of lilacs and olianders, snapdragons,
daisies, chrysanthemums and hiacynths. He moved on to a muggle picture Draco had requested be taken.
It was a picture of Miakoda, and this way she would never leave, like in wizarding pictures.
He scanned over the rest of them, then walked to his bed. He took off his robes, pulled his t-shirt
off, then laid down thinking of a pair of certain brown eyes.
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Miakoda sang a slow Apache song to comfort herself from her nightmare.
"Why does the sun shine?
Reflecting the moon, chimes
the bird of tjhe night.
Tonight, I'll find my way.
Tonight, I'll fly away."
She thought about her nightmare for a moment. Why was she scared of some silly dream?
She was a brave Apache warrior, soon to be first female chief and medicine woman. She decided
to go somewhere. Miakoda got off her bed, cast an invisibility charm on herself, and snuck down
to the dungeons.
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Draco awoke from a deep sleep with a brown eyed, black haired girl leaning over him. He
rubber his eyes and yawned.
"Mia? What are you doing here? What's wrong?" Draco asked all at once.
"I had a bad dream," Miakoda mumbled.
"Sit down, Mia," Miakoda sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Care to share?" he asked.
Miakoda looked around and then told Draco all about her dream. It took some time to tell
because of Miakoda's stuttering and yawning. When she was done, Draco had pulled her into his arms.
"You know I would never do that to you. You're my best friend," Draco whispered in her ear.
Miakoda nodded against Draco's chest. "Thank you." She got up to go back to the Gryffindor
common room, but Draco's arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back onto the bed.
"It's Friday night. No class tomorrow. Why don't you just stay here?" Draco said.
Miakoda shrugged, then walked to the couch and laid down.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked.
"Going to sleep," Miakoda mumbled.
"Not on that thing, and not in those clothes," Draco said, "You'll get VERY uncomfortable."
Draco walked to his trunk and pulled out a black t-shirt and black lounge pants. (A/N: Yes, Draco
Malfoy has LOUNGE pants.) "Here. Weat these." He threw them at Miakoda. She caught them, then looked
around for a place to dress. There was none.
"Turn around," she said.
"What if I don't want to?" Draco said mischeviously. Miakoda glared, then shrugged. She turned
around and got dressed.
When she turned back around, Draco's mouth was hanging open. "WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!" he shouted,
"I WAS ONLY JOKING!!"
"Fine! If you don't want me here I'll go!" she shouted. She opened the door and ran out, skrinking into
shadows. She stopped and pressed herself against the wall.
"Mia! I didn't mean it!" Draco shouted. His figure appeared a little way down the hall. "Lumos."
A small glow of light appeared at the end of his wand.
Miakoda snuck out of her spot and snuck behind him. She was seven inches shorter than his 6' 1".
Slowly, she pulled out her wand, but had it to his back faster than a jackrabbit. "Prove it!"
Draco whirled around. "Nox." Everything was dark. He wrapped his arms around Miakoda and drew her
into a tight embrace. "You know I didn't mean it," he said, then lead her back to his room.
When they were there she rounded on him again, still pointing her wand at him. She searched his eyes, but
found nothing in his silvery orbs but love and trust. She lowered her wand. "I'm sorry." she said. Draco
placed a hand on her shoulder.
"It's alright Mia. I understand." He walked to the bed and laid down. Miakoda did the same, but on the couch.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Sleeping," was her only word of reply.
"Well, my sleeping beauty, what did I say about sleeping on the couch?" he said.
"Absolutely nothing I would care about," she mumbled. Draco was annoyed. He stood up and walked
to the couch to sit down. "Why won't you listen to me?"
"I don't make a point of listening to arrodant prats," she said. Now Draco was REALLY annoyed.
He stood up, taking a pillow with him. He walked over to where Miakoda's head rested on a silver
pillow. THWACK!!! Draco had hit Miakoda over the head with a pillow. Then he picked her up.
She was thrashing around in his arms, but he carried her to the bud and laid her down. She stared at
him with narrowed eyes. He laid down next to her. Soon, she becamse less angry. She snuggled up close to him.
He listened as her breathing slowed. Soon, he, too, fell asleep.