"DRACO MALFOY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!?" a loud snooty voice yelled. Draco bolted out of bed,
his wand pointed at Pansy Parkinson't heart. "You didn't show up after patrol duties so you could
sleep with a foreign mudblood?! You were supposed to meet me when you were done!"
"I was not supposed to meet you! I don't even like you! And if you call her a foreign
mudblood again... I'll kill you with my bare hands," Draco snarled.
"But Drakie..." Pansy began.
"GET OUT!!!" Draco grabbed Pansy by the collar of her robes, pulled her to the door, and
threw her out.
Miakoda yawned and stretched. "What was that about Dray?"
"Nothing, Mia. Just stupid Parkinson. Go back to sleep." Draco laid back down, wrapping his
arms around her, thinking how easily she fit into his embrace. "I CAN'T THINK THAT! SHE'S MY BEST
FRIEND!" he thought.
"Dray?" Draco snapped back from his thoughts. "Yes?"
"I was thinking, and I don't think they'll let me be a warrior, a cheif, or a medicine-woman,"
Miakoda said.
"And why is that?" Draco asked curiously.
"Because I have a best friend. In order to be a warrior, your body must be your best friend.
You must depend on your body to help, not a best friend. And I don't want to give you up Draco."
Draco thought, "Does she really need me that much?"
"I see, well, it is more important to be with your tribe than with me. They need you, and if you
go, I'll move on," he said.
Miakoda listened carefully, unaware that her eyes were filling with hot tears. She shot
out of the bed, to the door, through the passageway, and into the corridor. She ran until she reached
the Great Hall, where she sat in an empty seat as far away from the dors as possible.
A few minutes later Draco burst in. He scanned the table. Finally, he saw her, sitting alone
in a dark corner, crying. He walked over to her and sat down, putting his arms around her in a caring way.
"Apache chiefs aren't supposed to cry," he said.
She glared at him. "What would you know?!"
"I know that they wouldn't, from everything you have told me. Please don't cry, Mia," he said.
He looked up at the enchanted cieling. It was beginning to get cloudy, and soon it would rain.
"Do you not care, Draco Malfoy?" Mia asked, looking into his eyes. "If you don't, then I've got
nobody."
Draco pulled her closer to him and whispered in her ear, "I care with all my heart."
A shadow fell over them. "No matter how romantic your discussion may be, it is against the rules
to have in your arms, Mr. Malfoy."
"But Professor McGonagall, I was only helping her, comforting her," Draco rebelled.
"That's sweet, Mr. Malfoy, but leave it to the Gryffindors."
"I'm the only one she's got!" he shouted. The whole room was quiet and staring at Draco.
"I see, well then, come to my offics and will discuss this," Professor McGonagall said, and
swept off to her offics with Draco and Miakoda following. When they arrived in her ofics, they sat.
"Take a biscuit," Professor McGonagall said, motioning to a tin on the table. "Now, we need
to discuss this issue. Why are you, Mr. Malfoy, a Slytherin, saying you are the only one who cares
for this young lady?"
"Because he is," Miakoda said in a small voice.
"And you do not have family?"
"I do..." Miakoda said. Professor McGonnagall nodded. "... They are all wizards. I am the most
powerful in the tribe, wizard, warrior, and playmate. But I have a best friend, and in a tribe, warriors
are not permitted to have friends. And I don't want to give up mine."
"I will speak to the Headmaster. Now, go back to the Great Hall for breakfast."
Miakoda and Draco walked back to the Great Hall for breakfast.
"Hello. My name is Hermione Granger. Have you seen Neville's toad? It's gone off again?"
Miakoda shook her head. Hermione stuck out her hand to shake. Miakoda took it. Hermione
sat on the couch by Miakoda.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Miakoda."
"If you're in Gryffindor, how come I've never seen you the whole seven years?"
"I have my ways of disappearing," Miakoda said, giving the classic Malfoy smirk.
"Like an invisibility cloak? Harry's got one of those."
"No. I can go about disappearing without magic. I am a great Indian warrior. I bring good
luck to my family."
Hermione was very confused. "You mean you're an Indian? Then you must live in America! I wish I
lived there. Isn't it beautiful?"
Miakoda's eyes narrowed. "White men take our lands every chance they can. My tribes are the only
ones who go by the old ways and don't live on reservations like white men"
Hermione was surprised. "You... you don't like America?"
Miakoda balled her fists. "If the Americans would just leave us alone it would be more enjoyable."
Two boys, one tall with fiery red hair and freckles, the other with jet black hair and glasses, came
to siton either side of Hermione.
"Hi guys. This is Miakoda," Hermione said, gesturing towards Miakoda.
"Hi. My name's Harry." The boy with black hair and glasses stuck out his hand to shake. Miakoda nodded.
"Ron. Ron Weasley," the boy with flaming red hair said. Miakoda also nodded at him. "Hey... aren't
you that girl that hangs out with that scum Malfoy?"
Miakoda's eyes narrowed. If she had her bow and arrows he would have been dead in a split second.
"So what id I do! He's my only friend!" she hissed. She lowerd her voice to a dangerous whisper. "And if you
ever insult him again, I will make sure you are dead." She stalked out of the room to her bed.
Hermione was giving him a stern look.
"What did I say?!"
his wand pointed at Pansy Parkinson't heart. "You didn't show up after patrol duties so you could
sleep with a foreign mudblood?! You were supposed to meet me when you were done!"
"I was not supposed to meet you! I don't even like you! And if you call her a foreign
mudblood again... I'll kill you with my bare hands," Draco snarled.
"But Drakie..." Pansy began.
"GET OUT!!!" Draco grabbed Pansy by the collar of her robes, pulled her to the door, and
threw her out.
Miakoda yawned and stretched. "What was that about Dray?"
"Nothing, Mia. Just stupid Parkinson. Go back to sleep." Draco laid back down, wrapping his
arms around her, thinking how easily she fit into his embrace. "I CAN'T THINK THAT! SHE'S MY BEST
FRIEND!" he thought.
"Dray?" Draco snapped back from his thoughts. "Yes?"
"I was thinking, and I don't think they'll let me be a warrior, a cheif, or a medicine-woman,"
Miakoda said.
"And why is that?" Draco asked curiously.
"Because I have a best friend. In order to be a warrior, your body must be your best friend.
You must depend on your body to help, not a best friend. And I don't want to give you up Draco."
Draco thought, "Does she really need me that much?"
"I see, well, it is more important to be with your tribe than with me. They need you, and if you
go, I'll move on," he said.
Miakoda listened carefully, unaware that her eyes were filling with hot tears. She shot
out of the bed, to the door, through the passageway, and into the corridor. She ran until she reached
the Great Hall, where she sat in an empty seat as far away from the dors as possible.
A few minutes later Draco burst in. He scanned the table. Finally, he saw her, sitting alone
in a dark corner, crying. He walked over to her and sat down, putting his arms around her in a caring way.
"Apache chiefs aren't supposed to cry," he said.
She glared at him. "What would you know?!"
"I know that they wouldn't, from everything you have told me. Please don't cry, Mia," he said.
He looked up at the enchanted cieling. It was beginning to get cloudy, and soon it would rain.
"Do you not care, Draco Malfoy?" Mia asked, looking into his eyes. "If you don't, then I've got
nobody."
Draco pulled her closer to him and whispered in her ear, "I care with all my heart."
A shadow fell over them. "No matter how romantic your discussion may be, it is against the rules
to have in your arms, Mr. Malfoy."
"But Professor McGonagall, I was only helping her, comforting her," Draco rebelled.
"That's sweet, Mr. Malfoy, but leave it to the Gryffindors."
"I'm the only one she's got!" he shouted. The whole room was quiet and staring at Draco.
"I see, well then, come to my offics and will discuss this," Professor McGonagall said, and
swept off to her offics with Draco and Miakoda following. When they arrived in her ofics, they sat.
"Take a biscuit," Professor McGonagall said, motioning to a tin on the table. "Now, we need
to discuss this issue. Why are you, Mr. Malfoy, a Slytherin, saying you are the only one who cares
for this young lady?"
"Because he is," Miakoda said in a small voice.
"And you do not have family?"
"I do..." Miakoda said. Professor McGonnagall nodded. "... They are all wizards. I am the most
powerful in the tribe, wizard, warrior, and playmate. But I have a best friend, and in a tribe, warriors
are not permitted to have friends. And I don't want to give up mine."
"I will speak to the Headmaster. Now, go back to the Great Hall for breakfast."
Miakoda and Draco walked back to the Great Hall for breakfast.
"Hello. My name is Hermione Granger. Have you seen Neville's toad? It's gone off again?"
Miakoda shook her head. Hermione stuck out her hand to shake. Miakoda took it. Hermione
sat on the couch by Miakoda.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Miakoda."
"If you're in Gryffindor, how come I've never seen you the whole seven years?"
"I have my ways of disappearing," Miakoda said, giving the classic Malfoy smirk.
"Like an invisibility cloak? Harry's got one of those."
"No. I can go about disappearing without magic. I am a great Indian warrior. I bring good
luck to my family."
Hermione was very confused. "You mean you're an Indian? Then you must live in America! I wish I
lived there. Isn't it beautiful?"
Miakoda's eyes narrowed. "White men take our lands every chance they can. My tribes are the only
ones who go by the old ways and don't live on reservations like white men"
Hermione was surprised. "You... you don't like America?"
Miakoda balled her fists. "If the Americans would just leave us alone it would be more enjoyable."
Two boys, one tall with fiery red hair and freckles, the other with jet black hair and glasses, came
to siton either side of Hermione.
"Hi guys. This is Miakoda," Hermione said, gesturing towards Miakoda.
"Hi. My name's Harry." The boy with black hair and glasses stuck out his hand to shake. Miakoda nodded.
"Ron. Ron Weasley," the boy with flaming red hair said. Miakoda also nodded at him. "Hey... aren't
you that girl that hangs out with that scum Malfoy?"
Miakoda's eyes narrowed. If she had her bow and arrows he would have been dead in a split second.
"So what id I do! He's my only friend!" she hissed. She lowerd her voice to a dangerous whisper. "And if you
ever insult him again, I will make sure you are dead." She stalked out of the room to her bed.
Hermione was giving him a stern look.
"What did I say?!"