*disclaimer* Harry Potter is my own, my precious...*sighs* please don't take
me out of my lovely reverie...It's so marvelous...There's a blond lady over
there trying to steal Harry Potter back...
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xXSamaraXx: I hate Lucius...Eventually, yes everyone will find out.
Dracowar: Aye aye!
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Dallying in the Shower, Chapter Seven
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Mynee woke up early the next morning. Though she had changed out of the blood spattered knickers, her chest, face, and
hands were still covered with the crimson liquid. She silently slid out of her bed, her wand clutched tightly in her hand. She was
wearing a simple over sized purple t-shirt that hung down to her knees and her hair was frizzing out around her head. She hated
the feeling of dried blood on her skin; it crackled every time she moved her neck. She crept quietly out of her room into the
massive bathroom. Her warm feel cooled instantly when they touched the near freezing tile and she noticed that Malfoy's room
was blessedly silent.
'He probably kicked the whores out after he was done with them...' She thought darkly, a soft snort coming from her nose.
She walked over to one of the two massive showers and turned the shower head on. A jet of hot water shot out and pattered
quietly on the white marble of the glass enclosed area. Mynee decided that Malfoy probably would not come in, but, just to be
safe, she pointed her wand at the glass and flicked it slightly.
"Hisi a nurtien." She murmured softly, and the clear barrier instantly misted so the inside of the shower enclosure was obscured
from any outsider. She pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it onto the floor. She had nothing on beneath it and simply
entered the shower, setting her wand on the long stone seat that was ideal for resting one's leg upon when one was shaving.
Along the only wall that was the dark marble, there were a great number of dispensers, each filled with a different colored gooey
liquid. Mynee stared at them all for a moment, then took a handful of a sea blue soap out and attacked her blood soaked skin
with it. For several moments she scrubbed her flesh, trying to wash away the guilt of killing someone. Yes, she had killed
someone who deserved to die, but she had still taken another's life. Several tears gathered in the corners of her eyes and they
merged with the fresh water, all traces of them gone. She did not know how long she rubbed her skin, but by the time she
stopped, she had rubbed her flesh raw. A sob caught in her throat and she pressed her back against a free space on the dark
marble wall. She slid down on it until her bum was resting on the floor. She drew her legs up to her chest and cried quietly into
her hands. She was sad that she had had to kill someone, but she was no longer sobbing about that. For so long she had bottled
her pain up inside of her, it shifting and growing until the agony became too much. Her face rested in her hands as she wailed in
soft abandon, not caring if Malfoy heard her in the next room.
Draco stirred in his bed and slowly opened his eyes. On either side of him were two girls, Padma Patil and Hannah Abbot,
each sleeping like the dead. He lay there motionlessly for a moment, wondering what woke him up. He could hear the shower
going in the bathroom he and Granger shared, but that was not what woke him. He sighed faintly and pushed the girls' bodies
away from him, not caring if he woke them. He slipped out of his bed and grabbed a pair of thick tartan PJ pants and put them on.
There, there was that sound again. It was a stifled whimper coming from the bathroom. It sounded like someone was crying their
eyes out and trying to be quiet about it. The only other person who would even be able to get into the bathroom was Granger, but
what reason would she have to be crying? Draco ran a hand through his golden hair and opened the door. A thick wave of hot
steam engulfed him as he stepped into the bathroom and his chest immediately began to pearl with sweat. Those quiet keening
noises grew louder now that he was closer and he walked closer to the mist enclosed shower enclosure...
Mynee lay curled in the fetal position on the tile floor, hot water hitting her body like hundreds of tiny fists. Salty tears
streamed down her cheeks and were washed away, leaving no trace of her sorrow. Her tears soon dried up and pushed herself
up onto her knees. She ran a hand through her soaking hair then got to her feet. One of her hands fumbled for the switch to the
shower and turned the constant spray of liquid off. She grabbed her wand and summoned a large towel, wrapping it tightly
around her body. She opened the misty glass door of the enclosed glass area, her eyes on the ground. When her feet had cleared
the small pool of accumulated water, she raised her eyes from the floor and let out a soft scream. Malfoy was standing a yard or
so to her right, staring at her in extreme surprise. The towel she had summoned was small and barely covered her, revealing the
majority of her pale thighs and the swell of her breasts. His silver eyes were wide and at the sight of them, Mynee remembered
the identical eyes that had stared up at her the night before in the cold unseeingness of death. A soft cry erupted from her throat
as she saw him. She quickly backed away from him until her back hit the wood of the door leading to her room. Malfoy kept
staring at her in something akin to lust until she was able to snatch herself out of the momentary fear that Lucius was back for
revenge on her already damned spirit.
"What the hell are you doing here Malfoy??"
"Why were you crying?"
"What?" She squeaked, her knuckles whitening around her wand.
"You were crying in the shower, why?"
Her brows narrowed angrily. "I wasn't crying you stupid wanker. Now go back to your whores and leave me the hell alone!"
Mynee turned on her heel and ran right into the door. She expected Malfoy to laugh, but when no mocking noise assaulted her
ears, she ripped it open and flung herself into her room. The door slammed behind her, leaving an extremely confused and
intrigued Draco Malfoy in an empty, steamy bathroom, water still trickling perversely from the shower head.
Mynee sat at the Gryffindor table three hours later, her hair unbrushed and standing about her head like a massively curly
reddish brown halo. She was constantly yawning into her hand as she attempted to swallow her plate full of cheesy eggs and
bacon, waiting for her daily copy of the Daily Prophet to arrive. Her eyes were unfocused as she stared off into space; her fork
paused in the air half-way to her mouth. Back again was the mildly gnawing feeling in the bottom of her belly, reminding her once
again that she would need to feed soon. Would she always feel this way? Would there always be the need to feed, to spill heady
liquid crimson over the earth and fill her belly with the rich substance. A slight shudder ran through her and she quickly put her
fork down on the side of her plate. There was the sound of rushing wings over head and a tawny owl swooped down in front of
Mynee. She took the newspaper out of its beak and dropped a knut into the pouch on its leg. The bird sipped from her pumpkin
juice for a moment then took off, hooting softly. She unrolled the newspaper slowly and then quickly dropped the thick roll of
parchment back into her lap. On the front page was a picture of the room she had been in the night before. Lucius was lying on
the bed, his blood, what was left of it, was spattered on the sheets and wall around him. There were Aurors puttering around the
room, looking for any residue of spells that could have killed Malfoy Sr. A horrified squeak came from the Slytherin table and the
majority of the Hall turned to stare at Pansy. She was clutching Draco's arm like it was a life line, her plain brown eyes sparkling
with tears.
"Draaaaaco I'm sooooo soooooorry!" She screeched, sounding something akin to a banshee.
Draco did not seem in the slightest bit sad over the fact that his father, his last remaining family member, was dead. He shrugged
off Pansy's arm and continued eating his breakfast. Her eyes then traveled up to the Staff table and were surprised to see the
majority of the teachers staring at her in something similar to terrified horror. Madame Pomfrey had a look of superiority on her
face as her lips turned up in a nasty smirk. Mynee's brows furrowed at the teachers then she looked away, back down at her
rapidly cooling breakfast and the newspaper. She might as well read the article written about the murder she committed...
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Malfoy Murdered!!
Rita Skeeter
Last night at the Bloody Boar Tavern in Hogsmeade, an atrocity was
committed. Lucius Ambrosias Malfoy was murdered in the cold
blood. His throat was slit right through his windpipe and jugular, a very
muggle way of killing many of the Aurors noticed. Why
would anyone wish to kill Malfoy Sr. after all he has done for the
Wizarding world? We may never know...Though, as the tavern
keeper alerted the Aurors too, the young lady who joined Malfoy Sr. in his
room was not found dead and is now the prime suspect.
A country wide search is now going on to find a young, black haired woman.
If you have any information on her, please contact the
Ministry of Magic as soon as possible. Malfoy Sr. left behind his seventeen
year old son, Draco, who is in his final year at Hogwarts.
Young Draco is the sole heir to the massive Malfoy fortune. He will come
into his inheritance once he has turned eighteen and is
married.
It was a surprisingly short article considering one of the most powerful men in the British Wizarding World had been murdered the
night before, but then again the majority of the page had been taken up with a massive picture of the crime scene. Mynee snorted
and furtively poked her cold eggs with the fork she had just picked up. There was no way she would be eating that mound of
crap anytime soon. She let her fork fall from her hand and clatter onto her plate. Several of the heads around her on the Gryffindor
table lifted from their respective newspapers and looked at her for a moment. She shot a nasty glare at them all and grabbed her
bag, complete with splitting seams, off the bench beside her. As she walked out of the Great Hall she slung it onto her shoulder,
off to another daily dose of torture.
Dumbledore left the Hall immediately after Mynee did and caught her arm just as she was about to go down to the
dungeons. She turned her head to face him, her brow furrowed slightly.
"Is there something the matter Professor?"
"Please come with me to my office Ms. Granger, I believe we need to talk about some things."
She inwardly groaned. This would be about what she did last night. In the Wizarding world, like in the muggle one, murder was a
serious offense. She just did not understand why killing someone who had murdered as much as Lucius did that it could still be
considered murder and not a necessary taking of life that would benefit the species as a whole. She slowly trudged after the
Headmaster, her head bowed slightly. She did not really care if she was kicked out of Hogwarts; she had nothing there that
might make the loss of her seven year temporary home particularly painful. Her thoughts were cut off when Mynee realized that
they had entered Dumbledore's office and she was supposed to sit in that lovely dark blue armchair in front of his desk. She
slowly lowered herself onto the seat and somewhat nervously watched him take to his own chair. He steepled his fingers on the
desk before him and for several minutes he simply stared at her. She swallowed several times then cleared her throat.
"Excuse me Sir, I don't wish to be rude, but why did you want me to come up with you?"
He snapped out of his momentary reverie, a slight smile crossing onto his careworn old face. "Being headmaster of this place, it
is my duty to ask you if you know anything about the death of Lucius Malfoy. Some of the teachers believe you murdered him..."
Mynee's cinnamon eyes widened slightly in faked, but believable, innocence. "Excuse me Sir? How could that be possible? Why
would I ever want to kill Mr. Malfoy? How could I be the murderess if I don't look like her?"
"I do not know Miss Granger that is why I am asking you. As to your looks, you could have very easily cast a high class glamour
on yourself. It would not be too challenging for you."
Her brow's furrowed ever so slightly as she turned her confused eyes down to the desk. Should she tell him? Despite how much
she despised being at Hogwarts, it was the only place she could call home. Dumbledore seemed to sense her conflicting
emotions and a slight smile crossed his face. "Of course, if you had killed Lucius, no one would find out. It would not leave this
room, confidentiality of the students of course."
Mynee's eyes rose and she looked at him. Her hues were completely blank as she watched his face. "And you think I'll just
confess immediately just because you say whatever is said in this room is confidential?" She snorted quietly. "I'm sorry Professor,
but even if I had taken Malfoy's life why in the name of Merlin's polka- dotted pajamas would I say it in a room over run with
living portraits that have picture frames in the Ministry?"
He sighed quietly and brought one of his hands up to rub his forehead. Hermione Granger had suffered much in the short span of
her life. Physical abuse and being lied to had taken its toll and she no longer trusted anyone. He looked at her, his blue eyes
sad. "Ms. Granger, I will not betray your confidence. If you do not wish to tell me if you killed Lucius Malfoy, then you do not
need to tell me. But I wish you would trust me enough to confide in me, I will not betray you like so many have."
Mynee's eyes narrowed angrily. How dare he presume that everyone in her life had betrayed her in some way? It was true, but he
had no right! She pushed out of the chair, the legs squeaking against the wooden floor, her hands clenched in fists at her sides.
"How dare you presume that everyone in my life has betrayed or abandoned me? You know nothing about my life outside of
school, so don't assume that you do!"
She glared irately at him then stormed out of his office, not caring that he did not dismiss her. She hated when people assumed
things about her and her life, it annoyed her so much. Just as the stone gryffin settled back into its place behind her, she realized
she had no excise for being late to Potions. Mynee cursed quietly under her breath. She did not want to go back up to her room,
there was nothing there for her except bad memories, and she definitely could not go down to Potions. Snape would be utterly
furious if she came in without a validated excuse...A slight smile crossed her lips all of a sudden. She could go feed for the day.
She was not hungry enough to kill, but she did not want to murder some one else so a quick snack would have to do. She
smoothed out her black robe and took her wand out of a pocket. She easily cast another glamour on herself, much like the one
the night before, except her hair was now a rich brown color. Like the time before, her eyes went to the peculiar orange hue that
flickered with that vibrant life flame. She was wearing a simple, floor length black dress and gloves; a satiny black cloak was
thrown over her shoulders and was hiding her glamoured face in gloom. Mynee walked quietly through the hallways, surprised
that she had not run into any of the teachers. She pushed the thought away as she slipped out of the Hogwarts gates and entered
Hogsmeade.
She headed towards the Bloody Boar, hoping to find another dark soul she could feed off of. Several people stared at her
personage as she walked by, most of them instinctively frightened of the aura that was rolling off of her. She seemed to almost
smell of anguished evil and that frightened away most people. She knew the moment she shrugged out of her cloak, that aura
would be gone and people would only see her as her glamoured self. She was nearly to the Boar, when she sensed something to
her left. She immediately veered off in that direction extremely interested in the conflicting emotions in the person's aura. He, the
aura was distinctively masculine, seemed to be fighting his very nature to follow someone he was close to on a path to darkness
and ultimately extreme power. But, his nature strictly objected to that and tried to keep him on the more righteous path. When she
was close enough she realized who the person she was stalking was. Draco Malfoy, son of the man she had murdered the night
before.
Draco looked down at the stiff body of his father, a sneer on his face. Lucius Malfoy had always had a weakness for
pretty young woman who seemed to be interested in him. He had given in to that particular weakness one to many times and it
finally took his life. Draco knew he should be poignant now that his last family member had passed on, but he just felt distinctly
free for the first time in his entire life. It was like someone had taken of the bands that kept his wings by his sides and let him fly.
He absently ran a hand through his golden hair and turned his head slightly at the sound of a foot scuffing against a stone. A
gorgeous woman probably a year or so older then he was standing looking at him with something akin to amazement. Draco
smirked at her and immediately saw her as another conquest he would win to his bed. He walked to her and offered her his
hand.
"Draco Malfoy."
"Rosa Arrn, pleasure to meet you Mr. Malfoy." She daintily shook his hand, forcing herself to look down at the ground in a sweetly
meek gesture.
"Pleasure is all mine Rosa, you don't mind if I call you that?" She shook her head quickly. "Good, would you like to have lunch
with me?"
Mynee was laughing silently. It was obvious Draco thought of her as a prize he would win by the end of the day and it was
almost too much for her. What would he think if he found out he was flirting madly with the said 'mudblood' of the school? He'd
probably go dunk his body in a vat of boiling acid, just to get the feeling of her fingers touching his hand and, briefly, his cheek.
She forced herself to pay attention to what he was saying, something about the size of his Gringotts's vaults were. She nodded
along with his words, making him think that she was utterly enthralled with how much money he had. After he had been chattering
away in her ear for a good thirty minutes, she noticed a young man come into the Three Broomsticks. His aura had heavy traces of
dark magic in it, a testimony to a dark wizard, usually. Mynee smiled sweetly to Draco and pushed out of her chair.
"Please excuse me for a moment Draco; I need to use the little witch's room." He nodded and watched her walk away.
She paused for a moment when she reached the two doors, her mind reaching out for the decidedly dirty and slimy feeling a dark
aura had. He was inside the room to her right, a utility closet. She smiled nastily and opened the door...
Mynee sat back down at the table five minutes later, a well hidden satisfied smirk on her full lips. She had not killed Jacob,
just pierced an artery and half drained him. If someone found him in the next fifteen minutes, he would survive. Maybe. The smirk
changed into a warm smile as she looked at Draco. He was such a stupid wanker. He could not even tell that she was in no way
shape or for form interested in any type of relationship with him. She flicked some of her hair over her shoulder and picked a little
at the simple salad before her. She hated salads but guess what? Apart from being a cruel and sadistic bastard, Draco was also
obscenely possessive. He had ordered her lunch for her, a bloody salad, rabbit food, for the Goddess's sake! She bit back a
snort and forced herself to munch on a piece of greenery. Finally, she had had to much of his inane chatter and the quiet
chattering of the silly women around her. She very simply dropped her fork onto the table beside her plate and got to her feet.
"Excuse me Draco, but I believe it is time for me to go."
His blue eyes filled with sudden confusion as he reached a hand out to touch her arm. "You have to go, why? We were getting
along so well..."
"It is time for me to leave, I am sorry." Her orange eyes were flashing slightly. She had to get back up to the school in time for
lunch. No one would notice she gone, but she just in case, she felt the need to be there. She smiled rather coldly to him and
pulled her arm out of his grasp. She turned on her heel and strode purposely away, completely ignoring everyone around her in
the top class restaurant. Draco watched her go, trying to ignore the feeling of familiarity that was shaking him whenever he
looked at Rosa Arrn.
Mynee just made it. She was almost late to her proper lunch. She had barely had enough time to take the glamour off
herself and tidy her robes slightly before a wave of fleshy bodies over took her, sweeping her away. When she entered the Great
Hall, she took a few steps towards her old seat next to Harry and across from Ron. Realization shook her and she turned on
around, walking quickly to her new seat at the very end of the Gryffindor table. As she stared at her dully gleaming plate she
wondered slowly if anyone would find Jacob, bleeding or dead in the little closet. He had not been as dark as Lucius has, not as
sinfully evil. It seemed that the more malevolent a person, the richer the blood. Could it be the same for purity? She sighed quietly
and quickly served herself a large plate of shepard's pie. Mynee munched slowly on her lunch, her eyes looking around the large
room. Everyone looked sickeningly happy, laughing brightly with the friends they took for granted. They would never know how
much they had until it had been snatched away from in the darkness of the night. A particular voice jerked her out of her thoughts
and she turned her cinnamon hues up the table. Ginny was perched precariously on Harry's lap, giggling stupidly as she fed him.
Harry was grinned like a loon, his hands roaming to inappropriate places on Ron's little sister's body. Mynee snorted darkly in
their direction, her arms crossing slowly beneath her chest. She did not notice three sets of eyes staring at her, each from different
parts of the hall. Soon after she finished eating, afternoon classes were to take place. She had Care of Magical creatures and she
looked forward to getting out into the sun for a little bit, so she could try to beat away the pasty hue her skin had taken on.
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Hello all, another chapter out!! Review and I'll love you forever!
Your Lord and Master,
Foamy the Squirrel
*crappery* Umm...Filler chapter...Sorry! WE GOT TO THIRY! Wee! Thank you LilChocolateAngel for reviewing, you are reviewer thirty!!! Also, thank you to everyone else who reviewed, I love you. Next, reviewer fifty will be proclaimed herein! Now to answer your reviews...
SuperHiperChit: It was meant to be so and thanks. AmericanDemon: Mynee was hungry and he was evil. Er...I won't say anything about the gorgeyness of Draco, I'll be lynched by angry reviewers...I personally LOVE Wood, he melts my knickers. Yeah, I thought the 'my pet' thing would fit in quite well there. *grins* you are my zombie spawn...errr, maybe not spawn...but maybe I will join the race of the living dead. OH WAIT! I am a member of the living dead! I'm a VAMPYRE! *giggles* Thanks for you review! I lurve you!
LilChocolateAngel: Thank you!
hermioneG89: Right, but do you know what it means? Kali? That's pretty. I'm Lillian ironically...I'm sorry about that, it'll be explained in the chapter that takes place during the Chrimbi break. That'll be in a while though...The French will also blow over soon as well!
xXSamaraXx: I hate Lucius...Eventually, yes everyone will find out.
Dracowar: Aye aye!
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Dallying in the Shower, Chapter Seven
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Mynee woke up early the next morning. Though she had changed out of the blood spattered knickers, her chest, face, and
hands were still covered with the crimson liquid. She silently slid out of her bed, her wand clutched tightly in her hand. She was
wearing a simple over sized purple t-shirt that hung down to her knees and her hair was frizzing out around her head. She hated
the feeling of dried blood on her skin; it crackled every time she moved her neck. She crept quietly out of her room into the
massive bathroom. Her warm feel cooled instantly when they touched the near freezing tile and she noticed that Malfoy's room
was blessedly silent.
'He probably kicked the whores out after he was done with them...' She thought darkly, a soft snort coming from her nose.
She walked over to one of the two massive showers and turned the shower head on. A jet of hot water shot out and pattered
quietly on the white marble of the glass enclosed area. Mynee decided that Malfoy probably would not come in, but, just to be
safe, she pointed her wand at the glass and flicked it slightly.
"Hisi a nurtien." She murmured softly, and the clear barrier instantly misted so the inside of the shower enclosure was obscured
from any outsider. She pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it onto the floor. She had nothing on beneath it and simply
entered the shower, setting her wand on the long stone seat that was ideal for resting one's leg upon when one was shaving.
Along the only wall that was the dark marble, there were a great number of dispensers, each filled with a different colored gooey
liquid. Mynee stared at them all for a moment, then took a handful of a sea blue soap out and attacked her blood soaked skin
with it. For several moments she scrubbed her flesh, trying to wash away the guilt of killing someone. Yes, she had killed
someone who deserved to die, but she had still taken another's life. Several tears gathered in the corners of her eyes and they
merged with the fresh water, all traces of them gone. She did not know how long she rubbed her skin, but by the time she
stopped, she had rubbed her flesh raw. A sob caught in her throat and she pressed her back against a free space on the dark
marble wall. She slid down on it until her bum was resting on the floor. She drew her legs up to her chest and cried quietly into
her hands. She was sad that she had had to kill someone, but she was no longer sobbing about that. For so long she had bottled
her pain up inside of her, it shifting and growing until the agony became too much. Her face rested in her hands as she wailed in
soft abandon, not caring if Malfoy heard her in the next room.
Draco stirred in his bed and slowly opened his eyes. On either side of him were two girls, Padma Patil and Hannah Abbot,
each sleeping like the dead. He lay there motionlessly for a moment, wondering what woke him up. He could hear the shower
going in the bathroom he and Granger shared, but that was not what woke him. He sighed faintly and pushed the girls' bodies
away from him, not caring if he woke them. He slipped out of his bed and grabbed a pair of thick tartan PJ pants and put them on.
There, there was that sound again. It was a stifled whimper coming from the bathroom. It sounded like someone was crying their
eyes out and trying to be quiet about it. The only other person who would even be able to get into the bathroom was Granger, but
what reason would she have to be crying? Draco ran a hand through his golden hair and opened the door. A thick wave of hot
steam engulfed him as he stepped into the bathroom and his chest immediately began to pearl with sweat. Those quiet keening
noises grew louder now that he was closer and he walked closer to the mist enclosed shower enclosure...
Mynee lay curled in the fetal position on the tile floor, hot water hitting her body like hundreds of tiny fists. Salty tears
streamed down her cheeks and were washed away, leaving no trace of her sorrow. Her tears soon dried up and pushed herself
up onto her knees. She ran a hand through her soaking hair then got to her feet. One of her hands fumbled for the switch to the
shower and turned the constant spray of liquid off. She grabbed her wand and summoned a large towel, wrapping it tightly
around her body. She opened the misty glass door of the enclosed glass area, her eyes on the ground. When her feet had cleared
the small pool of accumulated water, she raised her eyes from the floor and let out a soft scream. Malfoy was standing a yard or
so to her right, staring at her in extreme surprise. The towel she had summoned was small and barely covered her, revealing the
majority of her pale thighs and the swell of her breasts. His silver eyes were wide and at the sight of them, Mynee remembered
the identical eyes that had stared up at her the night before in the cold unseeingness of death. A soft cry erupted from her throat
as she saw him. She quickly backed away from him until her back hit the wood of the door leading to her room. Malfoy kept
staring at her in something akin to lust until she was able to snatch herself out of the momentary fear that Lucius was back for
revenge on her already damned spirit.
"What the hell are you doing here Malfoy??"
"Why were you crying?"
"What?" She squeaked, her knuckles whitening around her wand.
"You were crying in the shower, why?"
Her brows narrowed angrily. "I wasn't crying you stupid wanker. Now go back to your whores and leave me the hell alone!"
Mynee turned on her heel and ran right into the door. She expected Malfoy to laugh, but when no mocking noise assaulted her
ears, she ripped it open and flung herself into her room. The door slammed behind her, leaving an extremely confused and
intrigued Draco Malfoy in an empty, steamy bathroom, water still trickling perversely from the shower head.
Mynee sat at the Gryffindor table three hours later, her hair unbrushed and standing about her head like a massively curly
reddish brown halo. She was constantly yawning into her hand as she attempted to swallow her plate full of cheesy eggs and
bacon, waiting for her daily copy of the Daily Prophet to arrive. Her eyes were unfocused as she stared off into space; her fork
paused in the air half-way to her mouth. Back again was the mildly gnawing feeling in the bottom of her belly, reminding her once
again that she would need to feed soon. Would she always feel this way? Would there always be the need to feed, to spill heady
liquid crimson over the earth and fill her belly with the rich substance. A slight shudder ran through her and she quickly put her
fork down on the side of her plate. There was the sound of rushing wings over head and a tawny owl swooped down in front of
Mynee. She took the newspaper out of its beak and dropped a knut into the pouch on its leg. The bird sipped from her pumpkin
juice for a moment then took off, hooting softly. She unrolled the newspaper slowly and then quickly dropped the thick roll of
parchment back into her lap. On the front page was a picture of the room she had been in the night before. Lucius was lying on
the bed, his blood, what was left of it, was spattered on the sheets and wall around him. There were Aurors puttering around the
room, looking for any residue of spells that could have killed Malfoy Sr. A horrified squeak came from the Slytherin table and the
majority of the Hall turned to stare at Pansy. She was clutching Draco's arm like it was a life line, her plain brown eyes sparkling
with tears.
"Draaaaaco I'm sooooo soooooorry!" She screeched, sounding something akin to a banshee.
Draco did not seem in the slightest bit sad over the fact that his father, his last remaining family member, was dead. He shrugged
off Pansy's arm and continued eating his breakfast. Her eyes then traveled up to the Staff table and were surprised to see the
majority of the teachers staring at her in something similar to terrified horror. Madame Pomfrey had a look of superiority on her
face as her lips turned up in a nasty smirk. Mynee's brows furrowed at the teachers then she looked away, back down at her
rapidly cooling breakfast and the newspaper. She might as well read the article written about the murder she committed...
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Malfoy Murdered!!
Rita Skeeter
Last night at the Bloody Boar Tavern in Hogsmeade, an atrocity was
committed. Lucius Ambrosias Malfoy was murdered in the cold
blood. His throat was slit right through his windpipe and jugular, a very
muggle way of killing many of the Aurors noticed. Why
would anyone wish to kill Malfoy Sr. after all he has done for the
Wizarding world? We may never know...Though, as the tavern
keeper alerted the Aurors too, the young lady who joined Malfoy Sr. in his
room was not found dead and is now the prime suspect.
A country wide search is now going on to find a young, black haired woman.
If you have any information on her, please contact the
Ministry of Magic as soon as possible. Malfoy Sr. left behind his seventeen
year old son, Draco, who is in his final year at Hogwarts.
Young Draco is the sole heir to the massive Malfoy fortune. He will come
into his inheritance once he has turned eighteen and is
married.
It was a surprisingly short article considering one of the most powerful men in the British Wizarding World had been murdered the
night before, but then again the majority of the page had been taken up with a massive picture of the crime scene. Mynee snorted
and furtively poked her cold eggs with the fork she had just picked up. There was no way she would be eating that mound of
crap anytime soon. She let her fork fall from her hand and clatter onto her plate. Several of the heads around her on the Gryffindor
table lifted from their respective newspapers and looked at her for a moment. She shot a nasty glare at them all and grabbed her
bag, complete with splitting seams, off the bench beside her. As she walked out of the Great Hall she slung it onto her shoulder,
off to another daily dose of torture.
Dumbledore left the Hall immediately after Mynee did and caught her arm just as she was about to go down to the
dungeons. She turned her head to face him, her brow furrowed slightly.
"Is there something the matter Professor?"
"Please come with me to my office Ms. Granger, I believe we need to talk about some things."
She inwardly groaned. This would be about what she did last night. In the Wizarding world, like in the muggle one, murder was a
serious offense. She just did not understand why killing someone who had murdered as much as Lucius did that it could still be
considered murder and not a necessary taking of life that would benefit the species as a whole. She slowly trudged after the
Headmaster, her head bowed slightly. She did not really care if she was kicked out of Hogwarts; she had nothing there that
might make the loss of her seven year temporary home particularly painful. Her thoughts were cut off when Mynee realized that
they had entered Dumbledore's office and she was supposed to sit in that lovely dark blue armchair in front of his desk. She
slowly lowered herself onto the seat and somewhat nervously watched him take to his own chair. He steepled his fingers on the
desk before him and for several minutes he simply stared at her. She swallowed several times then cleared her throat.
"Excuse me Sir, I don't wish to be rude, but why did you want me to come up with you?"
He snapped out of his momentary reverie, a slight smile crossing onto his careworn old face. "Being headmaster of this place, it
is my duty to ask you if you know anything about the death of Lucius Malfoy. Some of the teachers believe you murdered him..."
Mynee's cinnamon eyes widened slightly in faked, but believable, innocence. "Excuse me Sir? How could that be possible? Why
would I ever want to kill Mr. Malfoy? How could I be the murderess if I don't look like her?"
"I do not know Miss Granger that is why I am asking you. As to your looks, you could have very easily cast a high class glamour
on yourself. It would not be too challenging for you."
Her brow's furrowed ever so slightly as she turned her confused eyes down to the desk. Should she tell him? Despite how much
she despised being at Hogwarts, it was the only place she could call home. Dumbledore seemed to sense her conflicting
emotions and a slight smile crossed his face. "Of course, if you had killed Lucius, no one would find out. It would not leave this
room, confidentiality of the students of course."
Mynee's eyes rose and she looked at him. Her hues were completely blank as she watched his face. "And you think I'll just
confess immediately just because you say whatever is said in this room is confidential?" She snorted quietly. "I'm sorry Professor,
but even if I had taken Malfoy's life why in the name of Merlin's polka- dotted pajamas would I say it in a room over run with
living portraits that have picture frames in the Ministry?"
He sighed quietly and brought one of his hands up to rub his forehead. Hermione Granger had suffered much in the short span of
her life. Physical abuse and being lied to had taken its toll and she no longer trusted anyone. He looked at her, his blue eyes
sad. "Ms. Granger, I will not betray your confidence. If you do not wish to tell me if you killed Lucius Malfoy, then you do not
need to tell me. But I wish you would trust me enough to confide in me, I will not betray you like so many have."
Mynee's eyes narrowed angrily. How dare he presume that everyone in her life had betrayed her in some way? It was true, but he
had no right! She pushed out of the chair, the legs squeaking against the wooden floor, her hands clenched in fists at her sides.
"How dare you presume that everyone in my life has betrayed or abandoned me? You know nothing about my life outside of
school, so don't assume that you do!"
She glared irately at him then stormed out of his office, not caring that he did not dismiss her. She hated when people assumed
things about her and her life, it annoyed her so much. Just as the stone gryffin settled back into its place behind her, she realized
she had no excise for being late to Potions. Mynee cursed quietly under her breath. She did not want to go back up to her room,
there was nothing there for her except bad memories, and she definitely could not go down to Potions. Snape would be utterly
furious if she came in without a validated excuse...A slight smile crossed her lips all of a sudden. She could go feed for the day.
She was not hungry enough to kill, but she did not want to murder some one else so a quick snack would have to do. She
smoothed out her black robe and took her wand out of a pocket. She easily cast another glamour on herself, much like the one
the night before, except her hair was now a rich brown color. Like the time before, her eyes went to the peculiar orange hue that
flickered with that vibrant life flame. She was wearing a simple, floor length black dress and gloves; a satiny black cloak was
thrown over her shoulders and was hiding her glamoured face in gloom. Mynee walked quietly through the hallways, surprised
that she had not run into any of the teachers. She pushed the thought away as she slipped out of the Hogwarts gates and entered
Hogsmeade.
She headed towards the Bloody Boar, hoping to find another dark soul she could feed off of. Several people stared at her
personage as she walked by, most of them instinctively frightened of the aura that was rolling off of her. She seemed to almost
smell of anguished evil and that frightened away most people. She knew the moment she shrugged out of her cloak, that aura
would be gone and people would only see her as her glamoured self. She was nearly to the Boar, when she sensed something to
her left. She immediately veered off in that direction extremely interested in the conflicting emotions in the person's aura. He, the
aura was distinctively masculine, seemed to be fighting his very nature to follow someone he was close to on a path to darkness
and ultimately extreme power. But, his nature strictly objected to that and tried to keep him on the more righteous path. When she
was close enough she realized who the person she was stalking was. Draco Malfoy, son of the man she had murdered the night
before.
Draco looked down at the stiff body of his father, a sneer on his face. Lucius Malfoy had always had a weakness for
pretty young woman who seemed to be interested in him. He had given in to that particular weakness one to many times and it
finally took his life. Draco knew he should be poignant now that his last family member had passed on, but he just felt distinctly
free for the first time in his entire life. It was like someone had taken of the bands that kept his wings by his sides and let him fly.
He absently ran a hand through his golden hair and turned his head slightly at the sound of a foot scuffing against a stone. A
gorgeous woman probably a year or so older then he was standing looking at him with something akin to amazement. Draco
smirked at her and immediately saw her as another conquest he would win to his bed. He walked to her and offered her his
hand.
"Draco Malfoy."
"Rosa Arrn, pleasure to meet you Mr. Malfoy." She daintily shook his hand, forcing herself to look down at the ground in a sweetly
meek gesture.
"Pleasure is all mine Rosa, you don't mind if I call you that?" She shook her head quickly. "Good, would you like to have lunch
with me?"
Mynee was laughing silently. It was obvious Draco thought of her as a prize he would win by the end of the day and it was
almost too much for her. What would he think if he found out he was flirting madly with the said 'mudblood' of the school? He'd
probably go dunk his body in a vat of boiling acid, just to get the feeling of her fingers touching his hand and, briefly, his cheek.
She forced herself to pay attention to what he was saying, something about the size of his Gringotts's vaults were. She nodded
along with his words, making him think that she was utterly enthralled with how much money he had. After he had been chattering
away in her ear for a good thirty minutes, she noticed a young man come into the Three Broomsticks. His aura had heavy traces of
dark magic in it, a testimony to a dark wizard, usually. Mynee smiled sweetly to Draco and pushed out of her chair.
"Please excuse me for a moment Draco; I need to use the little witch's room." He nodded and watched her walk away.
She paused for a moment when she reached the two doors, her mind reaching out for the decidedly dirty and slimy feeling a dark
aura had. He was inside the room to her right, a utility closet. She smiled nastily and opened the door...
Mynee sat back down at the table five minutes later, a well hidden satisfied smirk on her full lips. She had not killed Jacob,
just pierced an artery and half drained him. If someone found him in the next fifteen minutes, he would survive. Maybe. The smirk
changed into a warm smile as she looked at Draco. He was such a stupid wanker. He could not even tell that she was in no way
shape or for form interested in any type of relationship with him. She flicked some of her hair over her shoulder and picked a little
at the simple salad before her. She hated salads but guess what? Apart from being a cruel and sadistic bastard, Draco was also
obscenely possessive. He had ordered her lunch for her, a bloody salad, rabbit food, for the Goddess's sake! She bit back a
snort and forced herself to munch on a piece of greenery. Finally, she had had to much of his inane chatter and the quiet
chattering of the silly women around her. She very simply dropped her fork onto the table beside her plate and got to her feet.
"Excuse me Draco, but I believe it is time for me to go."
His blue eyes filled with sudden confusion as he reached a hand out to touch her arm. "You have to go, why? We were getting
along so well..."
"It is time for me to leave, I am sorry." Her orange eyes were flashing slightly. She had to get back up to the school in time for
lunch. No one would notice she gone, but she just in case, she felt the need to be there. She smiled rather coldly to him and
pulled her arm out of his grasp. She turned on her heel and strode purposely away, completely ignoring everyone around her in
the top class restaurant. Draco watched her go, trying to ignore the feeling of familiarity that was shaking him whenever he
looked at Rosa Arrn.
Mynee just made it. She was almost late to her proper lunch. She had barely had enough time to take the glamour off
herself and tidy her robes slightly before a wave of fleshy bodies over took her, sweeping her away. When she entered the Great
Hall, she took a few steps towards her old seat next to Harry and across from Ron. Realization shook her and she turned on
around, walking quickly to her new seat at the very end of the Gryffindor table. As she stared at her dully gleaming plate she
wondered slowly if anyone would find Jacob, bleeding or dead in the little closet. He had not been as dark as Lucius has, not as
sinfully evil. It seemed that the more malevolent a person, the richer the blood. Could it be the same for purity? She sighed quietly
and quickly served herself a large plate of shepard's pie. Mynee munched slowly on her lunch, her eyes looking around the large
room. Everyone looked sickeningly happy, laughing brightly with the friends they took for granted. They would never know how
much they had until it had been snatched away from in the darkness of the night. A particular voice jerked her out of her thoughts
and she turned her cinnamon hues up the table. Ginny was perched precariously on Harry's lap, giggling stupidly as she fed him.
Harry was grinned like a loon, his hands roaming to inappropriate places on Ron's little sister's body. Mynee snorted darkly in
their direction, her arms crossing slowly beneath her chest. She did not notice three sets of eyes staring at her, each from different
parts of the hall. Soon after she finished eating, afternoon classes were to take place. She had Care of Magical creatures and she
looked forward to getting out into the sun for a little bit, so she could try to beat away the pasty hue her skin had taken on.
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Your Lord and Master,
Foamy the Squirrel