"So everyone who ever thought anything dies in the end." Don't ask, it was in my head and I liked it.
Disclaimer: I still don't own anything, but I own nothing with a certain satisfaction that one day, I will own something.
A/N: Well, I would firstly like to say that no matter what anyone says I still think last chapter sucked, but that's ok because those who think otherwise can do so; everyone has different opinions. So now, onto the next chapter, which I think mite suck but I don't know yet.
Very important notice: From now on, unless need be different, Hermione will be written as Mya instead.
Chapter 4: Mouth Wash
Mya felt Draco moving her, but didn't want to protest. Feeling that she had been placed on top if her covers, Mya herd Draco say, "Do I put her in pajamas or leave her in her clothes?"
'He'll probably change me just so he can see me naked.' She thought light-heartedly. To her surprise, Draco simply conjured up a soft and warm blanket, laid it on Mya's body and then left with a soft click of the door.
Ten minuets later, Mya got up and dressed into her pajamas, black silk boxers and a black silk tank top. She then turned on her boom box, turning it to the cd player and listening to 'Swing Swing" by Three Days Grace. Going to her desk, she pulled out a muggle notebook and a muggle pen. 'Pens are so much easier to write with, why don't they let us use them during school?' she thought. She started to write:
Dear Mr. & Mrs. Ilya,
I don't really know how to put this, so I guess I should just say it, I am your daughter. Many years ago, obviously, I ran away because I was mad that would have to marry someone I had never met, and that I my destiny consisted of many things I would be told to do. I was smart for a ten year old, as you should remember, and so I changed my appearance, and ran away to muggle London. I know you think me a fool and have probably banished me from the family, but when I say I miss you I do not lie. For years, I have been living with muggles and pretending to be some muggle born stuck up know-it-all, when really I'm not anything like that. For my final year at Hogwarts, I have taken off the mask I have worn for years and let people know who I am, however they haven't seen my real appearance, for I am afraid of what they will think. I know that since I was two I've never been afraid of anything and now being so seems weak and foolish-but it is true, and I am truly sorry for any embarrassment I have caused the family. After a couple years of living with muggles I realize how much I really would rather be with my real family, and not two people who adopted me so I could basically become a common house elf-though they have no idea what it is. I would love to come and live with you, and I hope that I would be welcomed with open arms, and not be cast away for my ignorance. Truly I am sorry, please write back; for if you didn't I will cast myself into exile and depression.
Your daughter, Mya Qxz Ilya
In her neatest cursive she signed her real name for the first time in years, and with great remorse, reread the letter three times before ripping it out of her notebook, rolling it up like parchment, and tying it with a piece of black silk ribbon.
She didn't know when or even if she would send the letter, but after talking to Dumbledore, she figured that she'd probably send it then. Knowing she wanted to be back with her real family instead of two Mudblood arseholes. Then, turning to a new page, Mya began to write all about the current events happening to her; the notebook was, after all, her journal.
Ten minutes after going back to his own dorm, Draco heard music playing from Mya's bedroom. Wondering why there was music, he went to the bathroom and opened her door ever so slightly, and saw that she was writing at her desk, dressed in black pajamas.
Closing the door he mumbled, "She never ceases to amaze me." And went to his desk to fish out his journal; it was nothing special, just parchment bound together with a flimsy black satin cover with DRACO embossed in dark green, on the top in the middle, and in Gothic handwriting. After getting out his journal, he got out his quill and top of the line, pitch-black ink. Dipping his quill in ink, Draco began to write about the recent events and how he planned to seize Mya before Christmas holiday that were in quite a few months.
The two were more alike than either would ever admit. Before Draco and Mya went to bed, they both went to brush their teeth. Walking into the bathroom at the same time, Mya tried to run back out before Draco could see her, she was supposed to be asleep anyway.
"Nice try, but I already knew you were awake from your music." Draco told her.
"Yeah-yeah-yeah, I did sleep; if only for a few minuets." Mya replied.
"I'm so sure. We never really did talk about weather or not you were going to go back with the Ilyas'. Have you even decided yet?"
"Well, yeah actually I have. I'm going to go back with them, given they let me."
"I'm sure they will. They have no real reason as to why not to."
"Well, for one I ran away for like, seven years. They never knew where I was. I probably got them into trouble with Voldermort, plus they had to go back on their word with our preset marriage and all that junk. So really they do have a lot to not forgive me for."
"I guess, but they are your parents so they have to care a least a little bit, and all else your mother will definitely want you to come home."
"And pray tell-how do you know that?"
"You're her first born right?"
"Well yeah,"
"And trust me when I say you're her only, so she will obviously want you to come home."
"Guess I never thought of it that way." Mya and Draco then brushed their teeth and washed their face; saying goodnight they existed through the proper door and went to sleep.
The next day at breakfast, Mya sitting with a very unpleased Ron and Harry, Dumbledore stood up and announced, "Due to the fact that you have all been doing so well, we will not be having classes." he got a very loud cheer from the students, "I have yet to decide if you classes will be held tomorrow, so be on your best terms; and have a wonderful day." Dumbledore sat back down.
All through the hall, hurried, and pleased voices could be herd. Harry and Ron chatted animatedly with Shamus and Dean. Mya looked at all of them pointedly,
"If we have the day off, then I'm going to Hogsmeade. I have a few things I'm going to be needed later. Would any of you like to accompany me?"
They all stared in disbelief. "You're joking, right Hermione." Shamus asked.
"Not at all, of course it won't be until I have had a chance to talk to Dumbledore. I figure if we don't have classes I might as well tell him my decision now and be able to get things done, then having to wait until half the school is there. If I can, I think I'll go to Diagon ally. I could definitely find what I'll be needed there." replied Mya.
"Decision? You've made your decision? What is it?" Ron started.
"Yes, I have made my decision. And what it is does not concern you in the least, so back off. Oh, and Shamus, did you want to go with me?" Mya looked over at Shamus.
"Uh...well...I-uh...yeah...well-no...I mean...I don't know." He stuttered, "Since it won't be till later come and see me and I'll give you my answer then. If that's ok."
"Alright," Mya said with a smile, "I'll come and tell you when I leave so you can either come or stay." She then was up, glanced over at Draco, and left the hall with intent on riding her skateboard.
"So is that code for 'meet me in my room so we can shag'?" Joey asked Draco.
"Or is it 'meet me right outside so we can find the nearest broom closet and shag'?" Jess asked Draco.
Draco looked at them, "Neither, it's 'Draco we have war and I'm gonna get you'. And if you two ever used your brains, you'd know that."
"Whatever, why use brains when teasing is so much more fun." stated Jess.
Draco looked over his plate at the Kampbel twins. They were very much like Fred and George Weasley, except rich and were in Slytherin, but they had just as much genius for making trouble. The Kampbel twins were new to the school; transfers from Drumstrang. Rumor around the common room was their parents were with Voldermort, but Draco knew better. He knew that not only were they with Voldermort but that they were plotting against Voldermort. With whom he had yet to figure out, but he was very observative at inner circle meetings. All the other meetings were never very interesting and Voldermort usually wasn't there anyway; he had one of his inner circle give the orders. In other words, his father, an Ilya or a Kampbel always told the less valuable Deatheaters what to do.
Draco hadn't ever gotten the Dark Mark, but he was supposed to get it at the end of the summer, as was Joey and Jess. The two weren't that bad, they believed what he did. That Voldermort was a stupid rotting piece of corpse and were only in it for the family money. Money did equal power, well, you could always get people to do what you wanted, and if that meant you had power, then money did equal power. Draco, Jess and Joey all figured that at least with money they could always have others do their dirty work, and that was worth it.
"What's on your mind?" asked Pansy, as she slid into Draco's lap.
"That I want to eat my breakfast, not throw it up." Pansy just feigned hurt, "Move it Parkinson or I'll make you."
"Oh, sound kinky. How about me and some of the girls come over tonight so you can make us move." Pansies smiled, "And make us groan, call out your name in pleasure, oh and you can't forget to let us suck your," Draco shoved her off.
"If I hadn't of been horny as fuck that day, I wouldn't have ever let you near my dick, and don't expect to go near it again." He said before getting up and leaving Pansy sprawled on the ground, letting anyone in eye view know she wasn't wearing any underwear under her skirt.
Walking out of the castle, board in hand, toward the lake, Mya had one thing in mind, making a skate park. She walked to a clearing on the side of the lake and far enough away from The Forest, she wouldn't get into trouble. Standing in the middle of the clearing, Mya began to cast different spells and charms. Before her closed eyes, a skate park was forming, complete with bowls, half pipes, and plenty of places perfect for grinding on. Opening her eyes, Mya looked over her handy work.
"It's beautiful," said a voice behind her, "just beautiful.'
Mya turned around, "Thanks Blaise. I didn't know you rode."
"Ever since I visited my American cousin four years ago; he was cool and taught me how. I always bring my board but I've never used it, I keep around for sentimental purposes only."
"It's hanging above your pillows right now isn't it."
"Of course, where else would I put it?"
"Why don't we go grab it and we can tear this up together." Mya suggested.
"Cool, let us go."
On the way to Blaise's dorm, Blaise and Mya came across Joey and Jess, they asked if they could get their boards too and Mya complied. Walking into the dorm, Mya noticed that Joey and Jess and switched dorms with Crabbe and Goyle.
'Good,' she thought, 'those two always kind of scared me.' "Hello Mya, Joey, Jess, Blaise. What are you all doing here?" asked Draco.
"Getting our boards, Mya here has made a park out by the lake," replied Jess.
"Oh has she now? And how did you do that?" Draco looked Mya in the eye.
"I'll never tell, want to come?" she replied.
"Sure, guess we're all grabbing our boards then, aren't we."
As everyone walked out to the 'skate park' that Mya made, Filch watched them go. "At least they won't be tearing up the school, huh Mrs.Norris."
A/N: I guess you could say I left a cliffhanger, but you could always say I didn't. This chapter was much shorter than last, but that's ok because I plan on putting up another chapter sometime later this week. Hope you liked it, I thought it was ok but I also think I could have done better on it. I should stop writing when I'm tired, oh well. Weather or not you liked it, please review so I know I'm not just taking this story out of my head (where I sometimes believe it belongs) and taking up space that could be of better use. Flame or be nice-I don't care just hit the review button and next chapter your name will have a reply!