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BluefireCrysals: Yes, to explain Harry's attitude change, he will get a chapter all to himself...It'll be pretty bloody twisted...Yeah, it'll turn into romance, but it'll still be pretty freaky.
littoxkigga: thanks and I will and have done! Thank you for being reviewer fifty!
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AmericanDemon: Yep I did!!! I don't mind about the identical reviews, made me feel more loved! Er...Sure you can have cookie, I'll just have to wrench it away from my obese, vicious cat. The whole language thing? I totally spiffy translation cat. I can only speak English and I'm semi-fluent in Spanish...Sure I'll do that and I'll email ya too. Here's mine if you want it. www.whitemagicwicca@yahoo.com. *hugs* I LOVE YOU!
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Dangers in Detention, Chapter Nine
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Slowly the next week passed, time creeping at a snails pace. One of the very few somewhat lighter points of the first
week of school was having a companion always waiting for her to return from a hard day. Mynee had noticed late on Thursday
evening that it appeared as if someone had gone through her things again. This troubled her greatly, but once again, that little
traitorous voice within her chirped with joy that someone was interested enough in her to rummage through her things. Her more
practical side was horribly disgusted with the other part and the person who felt the need to root through her private things.
Saturday finally came around and she forced herself to get up earlier then her usual eleven in the morning.
Mynee pulled away from him, warm love shining brightly in her cinnamon eyes. He had one of his hands in her hair and
he slid it out and cupped her cheek tenderly, his fingers brushing against her neck. A happy smile crossed her lips and she
stood on her tip toes so her lips could lightly touch his.
"Love you."
His hold on her tightened and he pulled her closer to him. Their bodies melded together like each others missing puzzle piece.
His silver eyes glowed fiercely as he embraced her hard.
"Wake up! Wake up! Time to get up!"
Her face flooded with confusion and she pulled herself out of his arms. Her fists planted themselves on her hips as she glared
at him.
"What?"
"WAKE UP!"
Mynee woke with a jerk, a groan escaped her and she turned her alarm clock off. Well, more like grabbed her wand off
the bedside and hit it repetitively until some random spell came out and reduced it to a pile of ash and embers. Her piece of
wood rolled from her finger tips and onto the floor. The curtains to her bed flew open due to the spell she had put on it the
night before and agonizingly bright sunlight attacked her eyes through their meager covering of her eyelids. She let out a
scream and flew into a sitting position. She waved her arms around furiously to gesticulate her point further.
"STUPID BLOODY ALARM CLOCK!" She then promptly lost her balance and rolled off her bed. Her elbow hit her in the side and
she let out another cry. "Why? Why bloody why?"
Evi lifted his head from the foot of the bed and looked at her, his dark eyes glimmering with canine amusement.
'Why what Mynee?' His voice was playful in her mind.
"Shut up you ungrateful little hound!"
'I'm not a hound...And which side of the bed did you wake up on?'
"Impudent creature!" She squeaked and got to her feet. She had her wand clenched tightly in her fist as she shook.
'Mistress, not meaning to be rude, again, just go take a shower?'
"WHY? DO I SMELL?"
A whuffing noise came from Evi as he returned his chin to his front paws. She quivered with morning grumpiness and strode to
the bathroom. She never heard the sound of one of the two showers going, too caught up in her own world of coming up with a
list of people to kill before the day was through.
Mynee opened the bathroom door and trudged in like a woman to her execution. It was Saturday and she decided to get
up early and try and master flying on a broom. A broom for Merlin's sake! She had only ridden one during First year and that
had been enough. But she knew the reason as to why she was going to learn. She was going to kick Potter's ass flying. That
would be the sweetest revenge she could get. To beat Hogwarts' Golden Boy in the one sport he thought he was the best at.
She snorted darkly, and then realized there was someone in the other shower. She clamed a hand over her mouth to muffle the
shriek and wondered how she could not have heard the shower going and the wet heat in the bathroom. Her cheeks flushed to
a deep rose color and she pulled her wand out of her robes. She waved it furiously at the glass, muttering a number of charms.
The glass clouded quickly and the sound of the other shower was drowned out. Mynee shuddered quickly and shrugged out
of her clothes, letting them pool around her ankles. She grabbed them and tossed them out of the large cubical. She sat down
on the large stone bench and drew her knees up to her chest. That was pretty damn scary; she could have seen Malfoy without
any clothes on. A slight snort escaped her and she turned dark eyes on the smoky wall separating the two showers. She knew
several girls who would have died for the privilege of seeing that slimy ferret without anything on. A shudder ran through her at
the thought and she grabbed her wand from her side where she had dropped it. There was no way in hell she was getting up
from her spot. It was way too early to be doing anything more then sleeping. Mynee lazily waved her wand at the dial and a jet
of hot water splashed out of the nozzle. With another flick she turned the shower head so the waterfall of heat cascaded over
her slightly cold body. She let out a satisfied sigh as she began to warm and let her legs unfold. She slowly wrapped her arms
around her pinking lower belly, her blackened nails disappearing underneath her elbows. She rocked slowly as her eyes slowly
grew unfocused and she slipped into a restless sleep.
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A ten year old version of Mynee sat on her light blue bed in her room in the middle of London. She was supposed to be asleep,
but she was not tired at all. She was talking animatedly to a tattered dark purple rabbit named Bunny. The door to her bedroom
opened and Uncle Michael stepped into the room. She was far to into her conversation to notice the new presence and
chattered about the joys of a little girl to her stuffed toy. He walked quietly across the room and sat on the edge of her bed.
She jumped a little then turned a sweetly innocent smile up to him.
"Hi Uncle Michael!"
"Hello Sweetheart."
"You aren't gonna tell Mummy and Daddy that I'm up, are you?"
"Of course not, if you do something for me."
"What do you want me to do Uncle Michael?"
He reached forward to touch a finger against her cheek and trace it over her barely budded chest. A single alarm flared in
Mynee's mind, but her young mind discarded and her childish trust kicked in.
"I don't understand..."
Michael pulled the unknowing adolescent into his lap and attached his lips to hers in a kiss that should not be shared between
family members. She did not know what else to do, so she opened her lips when his tongue brushed them. His thin, paper dry
tongue lashed into her mouth, mapping the warm crevice. A soft whimper slipped from her and he eagerly swallowed it. He
rapidly pulled away and backhanded her across the cheek, sending her flying into the few pillows at the head of her bed.
"Don't whimper you little slut! Your parents will hear!"
Mynee's eyes widened and she clamped her mouth shut. One of her small hands cradled her bruising cheek and she cowered
before her uncle. He smirked at her and leaned down to kiss her forcefully.
"Good girl, I'm sure you'll learn real quick."
Several hours later after Michael had sated his lusts on his little niece; he pinched her cheek cruelly and smirked.
"Now don't you tell your Mummy or Daddy about what we did tonight, okay?"
She did not answer.
"Okay Bunny?"
She looked up at him with terrified eyes and nodded quickly, not thinking to object to the peculiar nickname he had given her.
"Good night Bunny." He left the room and closed it quietly so as not to awaken her sleeping parents.
She grabbed her indigo bunny off the floor and hugged it tightly to her chest, rocking slowly. Though her body was still pure,
her mind and soul had been raped of its innocence forever. It would take someone who would love her with all of his heart to
heal the wounds Michael Granger had left imprinted upon her soul.
The last scene melted slowly, the colors morphing into others. The new picture was of a thirteen year old Mynee, surrounded by
Harry and Ron. She was sitting in some grass under a tree, her best friends sitting on either side of her.
"That's why he calls me Bunny..."
She then burst into hysterical tears, her hands pressing into her face. Ron wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly.
Harry's face was filled with a look of contempt, one Ron did not see. Ron tightened his hold on her for just a moment before
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A door slammed and Mynee was jerked out of her uneasy sleep. The water beating down on her was still warm, but the
other shower was off and there was no noise in the bathroom, with the exception of the warm spray hitting her and the floor. She
took in a shuddering breath and scrubbed her hands across her face. She did not like remembering things. She had so few
good memories that made her smile. Most of them cut into her, reminding her of when her metaphorical innocence was lost. She
sighed quietly and slid bonelessly off the bench onto the warm tile floor. Her body was shaking, but her mind was surprisingly
clear. She shoved herself up onto her feet and washed quickly, silently cursing as she got soap in her eyes.
Two hours later, Mynee was out on the Quidditch pitch looking dubiously at the broomstick lying in front of her. She still
had not forgotten when she had taken a fall from twenty feet in the air...She shuddered at the thought and slowly put her hand
over the broom.
"Up?" She said slowly in a not very commanding voice. The piece of wood stayed still.
"Fine you stupid little shit...Up!" She said, putting as much force as she could into her words.
To her great surprise, the broom rose and slapped into her outstretched hand. Her eyes widened as she grasped it tightly and
threw her leg over the sitting part. She unconsciously drew in a deep breath of air, her lungs protesting slightly. Her eyes
closed and she concentrated hard on rising into the air. A sudden breeze exuded from the area around her, pressing the grass
flat down and buffeting some of the nearest trees. Slowly, ever so slowly, her slight form began to rise in the newly formed
wind. Mynee opened her eyes slowly and let out a rare crow of delight when she saw she was a good fifty feet off the ground.
For a moment she took her hands from the stick to clap them together joyfully and realized about the same moment then she
was about to fall. Her happy cry changed to a terrified squeak as she clung to the broom. For several moments she wobbled
helplessly, and then focused her mind on going forwards. To her utmost delight, she shot forward rather quickly. She furrowed
her brow in concentration and decided she would not go in to feed until she was able to move properly.
Several hours later, just as the sun reached its zenith, Mynee decided she should stop. She found that flying actually was
not as hard as she had forced herself to believe. She just had to show the broom who was boss and not let it try to walk all
over her. She landed relatively badly on the soft grass the covered the floor of the Quidditch pitch and rested the broom on her
shoulder. She dropped it off in the broom shed before trudging back up to the castle for a shower. She wanted to eat something
before her marvelous detention with Snape. Knowing him, he would keep her doing strenuous manual labor all afternoon and
long into the night. She groaned quietly as she entered the prefect's common room and found Malfoy sprawled out on one of
the large couches staring blankly at the crackling fire. Mynee padded quietly up to the stairs and was nearly up them when his
voice stopped her.
"So...What was Miss. Know-it-All doing out so early and coming back all sweaty? Hmm?"
"None of your freaking business Malfoy." She said nastily, her hands balling to fists at her sides.
"None of my business? I believe that being your fellow prefect means that it is my business."
She snorted and crossed her arms beneath her slightly sticky chest. She leaned against the wall and glared at him.
"Just like it's my business as to why you were in my room, digging through my things last night?"
That shut Malfoy up. A scowl crossed his attractive face and he returned his attention returned to the fire. She grinned darkly at
him and went up the stairs, looking forward to a bath.
Mynee looked darkly at the door leading to Snape's classroom, her arms crossed beneath her chest. How she hated
detentions with the Potion's teacher. He seemed to have a particular like of embarrassing her horribly during class, especially
now that she was friendless. A shudder ran through her and she rapped her knuckles against the wood. It opened up and she
slipped in, fear starting to scrabble at her heart. Snape was leaning against his desk, his dark eyes watching her every move.
"So you finally decided to show up Ms. Granger?"
She looked at her watch. It was two minutes past seven. She stared in for a moment, speechless. She shook her head quickly
and crossed her arms over her abdomen. She simply watched her teacher for a moment, her head bowed slightly. Snape snorted
softly and motioned towards the mess that covered his desk.
"You will clear my desk of these papers, organize them, clean and dust my desk, put what you took off neatly back on my desk
and if I'm satisfied after that, you may go."
Mynee took several steps towards the massive table but stopped when he raised a hand.
"Miss Granger, your wand?"
Anger flooded her senses and she slowly took her wand from the pocket of her robes. It always felt so wrong when somebody
touched her wand...She handed it to him and barely masked the shudder that attempted to rip through her body. Snape sneered
at her and headed towards the door.
"I'll check on you in two hours, you better be done. The cleaning supplies are there" He pointed to something behind the desk.
She waited until he had left before she let her shuddering out. Her body rapidly convulsed and when it had finished, there was
still the aftertaste of anger and disgust lingering on her tongue. She walked over to the desk and stared at the mess on top of it.
She found it hard to believe all of this could have accumulated in the two days since she last had a Potions class. A thought
struck Mynee. Could she move things simply with the power of her mind? A slight smile crossed her lips. It would be so ironic if
she could use magic when Snape told her she was not supposed to. She slowly untangled her arms and raised a hand. She
pointed a finger at a stack of papers and tried to ignore the stupid feeling rising up in her. She narrowed her eyes at the small
pillar and imagined it rising off of the desk. Her eyes slid closed and she used her other hand as she felt like heavy balls were
rolling down her arms, through her fingers, and out of her body towards the papers. She moved her outstretched limbs and
acted like she was setting something down. A tentative eye opened and a soft cry of delight slipped from her lips when she
saw that the particular stack was no longer on the desk, but on the floor. A grin slipped across her features and she
immediately started using her new found power to start cleaning the room.
Nearly two hours after her discovery, the desk was as clean as it would ever be. Mynee sat herself down in one of the
tables before Snape's, waiting for him to return. She did not have to wait long. Moments after she took a seat, the classroom
door unlocked and Snape swept in. He looked around the room for a moment, a sneer on his lips. When his eyes landed on her,
sitting comfortably in a chair he strode over to her, he seeming to quiver with sudden angry.
"How did you finish so quickly? You used magic! Where is your magic wand? There is no way you could have done that
without magic!"
She looked up at him with a surprised face and he took it as something like a glare.
"How dare you look at me like that you ungrateful little wretch?" He roared, spit flying from his mouth. "Wipe that look off of
your face before..." He did not finish talking and simply lowered his head and crushed his thin lips against hers.
Terror flooded Mynee's mind when her teacher's mouth pressed against hers and she accidentally opened her mouth to let out
a cry. The moment his tongue entered her mouth, lust for rich human blood hit her and her fangs elongated. Snape mapped them
out with his tongue, too concentrated on kissing his student to notice that she was not kissing him back. Her terror increased
and she pressed her hands against his chest. That newly found power she had discovered kicked in, feeding off her extreme
terror and disgust at being snogged by her Potions teacher, jerking him away from her body and slamming him against a wall
hard enough to knock him about. His head hit the stone with a sickening crunch and he collapsed. A sob erupted from her
throat as she rubbed the back of her hand against her lips to try and get sickening feeling of being kissed off of her. For a
moment or so she stood there, until Snape stirred and she fled the classroom.
Mynee threw herself into the shower for the third time that day and attacked herself with as much soap as she could get
her hands on. She felt distinctly unclean, very similar to how she felt when Lucius had touched her. A shudder ripped through
her at the thought of that night and she once again started scrubbing herself furiously. Why in the name of Merlin's yellow polka
dotted nonexistent bikini had Snape, the disgusting Potions master, attempted to snog her, a very, very, very unwilling
Vampyre? She did not think she was all that attractive, she had nothing at all that would lure a man to her, apart from someone
some sick blood fetish, and she was a Vampyre! What man would find that attractive? She was higher in the food chain, more
powerful, and extremely dominant. What kind of man would want a woman who would not bow down to him? Mynee knew she
would be slightly submissive, but it would have to be with someone she trusted...Someone who was definitely not Snape. Not
someone who had made her life a living hell for that last six years, like Malfoy had done. She had always envisioned herself
ending up with Harry or Ron and having children galore. Not that she wanted the equivalent of a Quidditch team of children
like Molly and Arthur Weasley had...But maybe three or four...Mynee shook herself out of her thoughts of children and promptly
hit her head repetitively against the stone wall of the shower.
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Sorry about the long wait for the chapter, I've been extremely stressed out lately. I'll hopefully have another chapter out before
my Easter break is through! Please review and tell your friends about the story!! I love you!
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Your Lord and Master,
Foamy the Squirrel
*other crapola* SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT! But it's here now! I should have another chapter out soon...Oh mah GODDESS! We got to fifty reviews! FIFTY! I love you all! Let's see if we can get to SEVENTY with this chapter! Thank you littoxkigga for being reviewer fifty and AmericanDemon for being review forty! You guys, and all you other reviewers, keep me writing! If anyone wants this story emailed to um, my email address is below. *motions to one of the reviews*
BluefireCrysals: Yes, to explain Harry's attitude change, he will get a chapter all to himself...It'll be pretty bloody twisted...Yeah, it'll turn into romance, but it'll still be pretty freaky.
littoxkigga: thanks and I will and have done! Thank you for being reviewer fifty!
badger-dude: Will do and I love your name!
slytherin dragon-gurl: Draco is slightly obsessed with Hermione. He's a rebel against his blood and likes her. And yes, this is a Draco/Hermione story.
AmericanDemon: Yep I did!!! I don't mind about the identical reviews, made me feel more loved! Er...Sure you can have cookie, I'll just have to wrench it away from my obese, vicious cat. The whole language thing? I totally spiffy translation cat. I can only speak English and I'm semi-fluent in Spanish...Sure I'll do that and I'll email ya too. Here's mine if you want it. www.whitemagicwicca@yahoo.com. *hugs* I LOVE YOU!
JAML: Thank you!!
Gwenivive: Thank you and I have. I like your name too, reminds me of a lovely book I read awhile ago...
Legessa: I love him too. Thank you so much! I feel SO special!!
Tigoamy: Thanks! Yeah, even though its pretty clear Hermione's gonna fall in love with Ron in the books, its nice to screw around with JKR's plans and make Mynee love Draco! Thanks for reading, tell your friends!
THANK YOU ALL FOR REVIEWING! I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!!!
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Dangers in Detention, Chapter Nine
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Slowly the next week passed, time creeping at a snails pace. One of the very few somewhat lighter points of the first
week of school was having a companion always waiting for her to return from a hard day. Mynee had noticed late on Thursday
evening that it appeared as if someone had gone through her things again. This troubled her greatly, but once again, that little
traitorous voice within her chirped with joy that someone was interested enough in her to rummage through her things. Her more
practical side was horribly disgusted with the other part and the person who felt the need to root through her private things.
Saturday finally came around and she forced herself to get up earlier then her usual eleven in the morning.
Mynee pulled away from him, warm love shining brightly in her cinnamon eyes. He had one of his hands in her hair and
he slid it out and cupped her cheek tenderly, his fingers brushing against her neck. A happy smile crossed her lips and she
stood on her tip toes so her lips could lightly touch his.
"Love you."
His hold on her tightened and he pulled her closer to him. Their bodies melded together like each others missing puzzle piece.
His silver eyes glowed fiercely as he embraced her hard.
"Wake up! Wake up! Time to get up!"
Her face flooded with confusion and she pulled herself out of his arms. Her fists planted themselves on her hips as she glared
at him.
"What?"
"WAKE UP!"
Mynee woke with a jerk, a groan escaped her and she turned her alarm clock off. Well, more like grabbed her wand off
the bedside and hit it repetitively until some random spell came out and reduced it to a pile of ash and embers. Her piece of
wood rolled from her finger tips and onto the floor. The curtains to her bed flew open due to the spell she had put on it the
night before and agonizingly bright sunlight attacked her eyes through their meager covering of her eyelids. She let out a
scream and flew into a sitting position. She waved her arms around furiously to gesticulate her point further.
"STUPID BLOODY ALARM CLOCK!" She then promptly lost her balance and rolled off her bed. Her elbow hit her in the side and
she let out another cry. "Why? Why bloody why?"
Evi lifted his head from the foot of the bed and looked at her, his dark eyes glimmering with canine amusement.
'Why what Mynee?' His voice was playful in her mind.
"Shut up you ungrateful little hound!"
'I'm not a hound...And which side of the bed did you wake up on?'
"Impudent creature!" She squeaked and got to her feet. She had her wand clenched tightly in her fist as she shook.
'Mistress, not meaning to be rude, again, just go take a shower?'
"WHY? DO I SMELL?"
A whuffing noise came from Evi as he returned his chin to his front paws. She quivered with morning grumpiness and strode to
the bathroom. She never heard the sound of one of the two showers going, too caught up in her own world of coming up with a
list of people to kill before the day was through.
Mynee opened the bathroom door and trudged in like a woman to her execution. It was Saturday and she decided to get
up early and try and master flying on a broom. A broom for Merlin's sake! She had only ridden one during First year and that
had been enough. But she knew the reason as to why she was going to learn. She was going to kick Potter's ass flying. That
would be the sweetest revenge she could get. To beat Hogwarts' Golden Boy in the one sport he thought he was the best at.
She snorted darkly, and then realized there was someone in the other shower. She clamed a hand over her mouth to muffle the
shriek and wondered how she could not have heard the shower going and the wet heat in the bathroom. Her cheeks flushed to
a deep rose color and she pulled her wand out of her robes. She waved it furiously at the glass, muttering a number of charms.
The glass clouded quickly and the sound of the other shower was drowned out. Mynee shuddered quickly and shrugged out
of her clothes, letting them pool around her ankles. She grabbed them and tossed them out of the large cubical. She sat down
on the large stone bench and drew her knees up to her chest. That was pretty damn scary; she could have seen Malfoy without
any clothes on. A slight snort escaped her and she turned dark eyes on the smoky wall separating the two showers. She knew
several girls who would have died for the privilege of seeing that slimy ferret without anything on. A shudder ran through her at
the thought and she grabbed her wand from her side where she had dropped it. There was no way in hell she was getting up
from her spot. It was way too early to be doing anything more then sleeping. Mynee lazily waved her wand at the dial and a jet
of hot water splashed out of the nozzle. With another flick she turned the shower head so the waterfall of heat cascaded over
her slightly cold body. She let out a satisfied sigh as she began to warm and let her legs unfold. She slowly wrapped her arms
around her pinking lower belly, her blackened nails disappearing underneath her elbows. She rocked slowly as her eyes slowly
grew unfocused and she slipped into a restless sleep.
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A ten year old version of Mynee sat on her light blue bed in her room in the middle of London. She was supposed to be asleep,
but she was not tired at all. She was talking animatedly to a tattered dark purple rabbit named Bunny. The door to her bedroom
opened and Uncle Michael stepped into the room. She was far to into her conversation to notice the new presence and
chattered about the joys of a little girl to her stuffed toy. He walked quietly across the room and sat on the edge of her bed.
She jumped a little then turned a sweetly innocent smile up to him.
"Hi Uncle Michael!"
"Hello Sweetheart."
"You aren't gonna tell Mummy and Daddy that I'm up, are you?"
"Of course not, if you do something for me."
"What do you want me to do Uncle Michael?"
He reached forward to touch a finger against her cheek and trace it over her barely budded chest. A single alarm flared in
Mynee's mind, but her young mind discarded and her childish trust kicked in.
"I don't understand..."
Michael pulled the unknowing adolescent into his lap and attached his lips to hers in a kiss that should not be shared between
family members. She did not know what else to do, so she opened her lips when his tongue brushed them. His thin, paper dry
tongue lashed into her mouth, mapping the warm crevice. A soft whimper slipped from her and he eagerly swallowed it. He
rapidly pulled away and backhanded her across the cheek, sending her flying into the few pillows at the head of her bed.
"Don't whimper you little slut! Your parents will hear!"
Mynee's eyes widened and she clamped her mouth shut. One of her small hands cradled her bruising cheek and she cowered
before her uncle. He smirked at her and leaned down to kiss her forcefully.
"Good girl, I'm sure you'll learn real quick."
Several hours later after Michael had sated his lusts on his little niece; he pinched her cheek cruelly and smirked.
"Now don't you tell your Mummy or Daddy about what we did tonight, okay?"
She did not answer.
"Okay Bunny?"
She looked up at him with terrified eyes and nodded quickly, not thinking to object to the peculiar nickname he had given her.
"Good night Bunny." He left the room and closed it quietly so as not to awaken her sleeping parents.
She grabbed her indigo bunny off the floor and hugged it tightly to her chest, rocking slowly. Though her body was still pure,
her mind and soul had been raped of its innocence forever. It would take someone who would love her with all of his heart to
heal the wounds Michael Granger had left imprinted upon her soul.
The last scene melted slowly, the colors morphing into others. The new picture was of a thirteen year old Mynee, surrounded by
Harry and Ron. She was sitting in some grass under a tree, her best friends sitting on either side of her.
"That's why he calls me Bunny..."
She then burst into hysterical tears, her hands pressing into her face. Ron wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly.
Harry's face was filled with a look of contempt, one Ron did not see. Ron tightened his hold on her for just a moment before
letting her go... . . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ . .
A door slammed and Mynee was jerked out of her uneasy sleep. The water beating down on her was still warm, but the
other shower was off and there was no noise in the bathroom, with the exception of the warm spray hitting her and the floor. She
took in a shuddering breath and scrubbed her hands across her face. She did not like remembering things. She had so few
good memories that made her smile. Most of them cut into her, reminding her of when her metaphorical innocence was lost. She
sighed quietly and slid bonelessly off the bench onto the warm tile floor. Her body was shaking, but her mind was surprisingly
clear. She shoved herself up onto her feet and washed quickly, silently cursing as she got soap in her eyes.
Two hours later, Mynee was out on the Quidditch pitch looking dubiously at the broomstick lying in front of her. She still
had not forgotten when she had taken a fall from twenty feet in the air...She shuddered at the thought and slowly put her hand
over the broom.
"Up?" She said slowly in a not very commanding voice. The piece of wood stayed still.
"Fine you stupid little shit...Up!" She said, putting as much force as she could into her words.
To her great surprise, the broom rose and slapped into her outstretched hand. Her eyes widened as she grasped it tightly and
threw her leg over the sitting part. She unconsciously drew in a deep breath of air, her lungs protesting slightly. Her eyes
closed and she concentrated hard on rising into the air. A sudden breeze exuded from the area around her, pressing the grass
flat down and buffeting some of the nearest trees. Slowly, ever so slowly, her slight form began to rise in the newly formed
wind. Mynee opened her eyes slowly and let out a rare crow of delight when she saw she was a good fifty feet off the ground.
For a moment she took her hands from the stick to clap them together joyfully and realized about the same moment then she
was about to fall. Her happy cry changed to a terrified squeak as she clung to the broom. For several moments she wobbled
helplessly, and then focused her mind on going forwards. To her utmost delight, she shot forward rather quickly. She furrowed
her brow in concentration and decided she would not go in to feed until she was able to move properly.
Several hours later, just as the sun reached its zenith, Mynee decided she should stop. She found that flying actually was
not as hard as she had forced herself to believe. She just had to show the broom who was boss and not let it try to walk all
over her. She landed relatively badly on the soft grass the covered the floor of the Quidditch pitch and rested the broom on her
shoulder. She dropped it off in the broom shed before trudging back up to the castle for a shower. She wanted to eat something
before her marvelous detention with Snape. Knowing him, he would keep her doing strenuous manual labor all afternoon and
long into the night. She groaned quietly as she entered the prefect's common room and found Malfoy sprawled out on one of
the large couches staring blankly at the crackling fire. Mynee padded quietly up to the stairs and was nearly up them when his
voice stopped her.
"So...What was Miss. Know-it-All doing out so early and coming back all sweaty? Hmm?"
"None of your freaking business Malfoy." She said nastily, her hands balling to fists at her sides.
"None of my business? I believe that being your fellow prefect means that it is my business."
She snorted and crossed her arms beneath her slightly sticky chest. She leaned against the wall and glared at him.
"Just like it's my business as to why you were in my room, digging through my things last night?"
That shut Malfoy up. A scowl crossed his attractive face and he returned his attention returned to the fire. She grinned darkly at
him and went up the stairs, looking forward to a bath.
Mynee looked darkly at the door leading to Snape's classroom, her arms crossed beneath her chest. How she hated
detentions with the Potion's teacher. He seemed to have a particular like of embarrassing her horribly during class, especially
now that she was friendless. A shudder ran through her and she rapped her knuckles against the wood. It opened up and she
slipped in, fear starting to scrabble at her heart. Snape was leaning against his desk, his dark eyes watching her every move.
"So you finally decided to show up Ms. Granger?"
She looked at her watch. It was two minutes past seven. She stared in for a moment, speechless. She shook her head quickly
and crossed her arms over her abdomen. She simply watched her teacher for a moment, her head bowed slightly. Snape snorted
softly and motioned towards the mess that covered his desk.
"You will clear my desk of these papers, organize them, clean and dust my desk, put what you took off neatly back on my desk
and if I'm satisfied after that, you may go."
Mynee took several steps towards the massive table but stopped when he raised a hand.
"Miss Granger, your wand?"
Anger flooded her senses and she slowly took her wand from the pocket of her robes. It always felt so wrong when somebody
touched her wand...She handed it to him and barely masked the shudder that attempted to rip through her body. Snape sneered
at her and headed towards the door.
"I'll check on you in two hours, you better be done. The cleaning supplies are there" He pointed to something behind the desk.
She waited until he had left before she let her shuddering out. Her body rapidly convulsed and when it had finished, there was
still the aftertaste of anger and disgust lingering on her tongue. She walked over to the desk and stared at the mess on top of it.
She found it hard to believe all of this could have accumulated in the two days since she last had a Potions class. A thought
struck Mynee. Could she move things simply with the power of her mind? A slight smile crossed her lips. It would be so ironic if
she could use magic when Snape told her she was not supposed to. She slowly untangled her arms and raised a hand. She
pointed a finger at a stack of papers and tried to ignore the stupid feeling rising up in her. She narrowed her eyes at the small
pillar and imagined it rising off of the desk. Her eyes slid closed and she used her other hand as she felt like heavy balls were
rolling down her arms, through her fingers, and out of her body towards the papers. She moved her outstretched limbs and
acted like she was setting something down. A tentative eye opened and a soft cry of delight slipped from her lips when she
saw that the particular stack was no longer on the desk, but on the floor. A grin slipped across her features and she
immediately started using her new found power to start cleaning the room.
Nearly two hours after her discovery, the desk was as clean as it would ever be. Mynee sat herself down in one of the
tables before Snape's, waiting for him to return. She did not have to wait long. Moments after she took a seat, the classroom
door unlocked and Snape swept in. He looked around the room for a moment, a sneer on his lips. When his eyes landed on her,
sitting comfortably in a chair he strode over to her, he seeming to quiver with sudden angry.
"How did you finish so quickly? You used magic! Where is your magic wand? There is no way you could have done that
without magic!"
She looked up at him with a surprised face and he took it as something like a glare.
"How dare you look at me like that you ungrateful little wretch?" He roared, spit flying from his mouth. "Wipe that look off of
your face before..." He did not finish talking and simply lowered his head and crushed his thin lips against hers.
Terror flooded Mynee's mind when her teacher's mouth pressed against hers and she accidentally opened her mouth to let out
a cry. The moment his tongue entered her mouth, lust for rich human blood hit her and her fangs elongated. Snape mapped them
out with his tongue, too concentrated on kissing his student to notice that she was not kissing him back. Her terror increased
and she pressed her hands against his chest. That newly found power she had discovered kicked in, feeding off her extreme
terror and disgust at being snogged by her Potions teacher, jerking him away from her body and slamming him against a wall
hard enough to knock him about. His head hit the stone with a sickening crunch and he collapsed. A sob erupted from her
throat as she rubbed the back of her hand against her lips to try and get sickening feeling of being kissed off of her. For a
moment or so she stood there, until Snape stirred and she fled the classroom.
Mynee threw herself into the shower for the third time that day and attacked herself with as much soap as she could get
her hands on. She felt distinctly unclean, very similar to how she felt when Lucius had touched her. A shudder ripped through
her at the thought of that night and she once again started scrubbing herself furiously. Why in the name of Merlin's yellow polka
dotted nonexistent bikini had Snape, the disgusting Potions master, attempted to snog her, a very, very, very unwilling
Vampyre? She did not think she was all that attractive, she had nothing at all that would lure a man to her, apart from someone
some sick blood fetish, and she was a Vampyre! What man would find that attractive? She was higher in the food chain, more
powerful, and extremely dominant. What kind of man would want a woman who would not bow down to him? Mynee knew she
would be slightly submissive, but it would have to be with someone she trusted...Someone who was definitely not Snape. Not
someone who had made her life a living hell for that last six years, like Malfoy had done. She had always envisioned herself
ending up with Harry or Ron and having children galore. Not that she wanted the equivalent of a Quidditch team of children
like Molly and Arthur Weasley had...But maybe three or four...Mynee shook herself out of her thoughts of children and promptly
hit her head repetitively against the stone wall of the shower.
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Sorry about the long wait for the chapter, I've been extremely stressed out lately. I'll hopefully have another chapter out before
my Easter break is through! Please review and tell your friends about the story!! I love you!
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Your Lord and Master,
Foamy the Squirrel