*disclaimer* I do not own anything that has to do with this story...Except
the plot...I think...
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*crappery* Well...That was a very, very, very uneventful week. I should have just stayed home and written more in this story. I did start writing
the Christmas chapters...Though that won't be here for some time considering we're still in September! Anyway, this is a relatively long episode,
longer then the most of the previous episodes. I hope you all like it! We made it to 140! Wee!! Thank you so much gottalovedrakie for being
reviewer 140! I love you! Kay, we now need to get to 160. I'm sure we can do it! Oh yeah, I'm looking for someone to beta this story and maybe my other one Eldritch High. If you are willing, please say so in your review and give me your email address, thanks!
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zenni: *grins* I have two voices in my head, let me tell you it's a real nuisance at times. It's fun though, they bicker all the time...Oh she will, she will...Draco just needs to get his arse around to apologizing to Mynee...
AmericanDemon: *pets* Haven't been here pook.,.Er...Snapey didn't rear his head (either one works) for that or this chapter so sadly he remains dormant...Well, not really dormant, but yeah...
Vicki: Thank you so much! I will continue this one! It's one of my favourite I've ever written!
SuperHiperChit: Well Erin, you know behind a comet there's its tail? It's kinda like that except its not made of ice and rocks but fire.
YamiClara: I'm SO sorry...But they wouldn't let me take my computer and I had no internet access...It was hell I tell you. HELL!
cherri-lime91: I know I know...I wish I could have written over the week...And not the Christmas chapters...
da-drama-queen: Thanks. Yeah, can't help those little grammatical errors, don't really have a beta to proofread it. Hermione's not supposed to be like cannon Hermione. This is an AU, so she has a right to be different.
BlueFireCrystals: Thank you! The plot line is slowly being woven into the story...
Pettingbananasindungeon: I feel so touched Stephie. So, so touched that you'd right a story about me. Er...Sounds like something you would write mon queso...
Juliette: Is this long enough for you? Longer then the previous one...
Both my minds are agreing again: Thank you so much! I am too, one of the reasons I decided to write this fic. I will be writing more!
gottalovedrakie: I feel sorry for Hermione too, but this is a dark fic so she's supposed to be unhappy throughout it. Don't let this chapter fool you...Harry is a big arse who will be brought down many pegs. *cackles darkly* I know that's what Ron should have done, but Ron is a follower...Though he's still cute...Thanks for being reviewer 140!!
SweetCheeksDracoLuver: He does not know when to stop...yeah; neither would I come to think of it. She won't solve that problem until like episode thirty or something...
kat6528: *giggles* He's stupid!
Satans Little Angel: Woow...Thank you! I love you so much! Hermione is fighting with those two lovely voices in her head. Or maybe just Draco...
Shea LaRoc: Snape is definitely not himself in this story. No Mynee isn't ignoring Evi, I'm going to explain later what's been going on in these chapters.
Jakalaki: Thank you so much! Well, you remember in the chapter where she attacks Hagrid? Only about an hour or so earlier Dumbledore gave her one of those bottles of blood. The old blood doesn't work very well to sate her blood lust, so she would have to feed again in a couple hours anyway. For a Vampire the age of blood doesn't matter. No, it's not because she is a Vampyre that Snape is obsessed with her. He finds the certain air of mystery around her attractive. It probably doesn't help her case that Vampyre blood makes all those little imperfections like freckles, zits, and birthmarks disappear. Yeah...You pronounce her name my-knee with a tad more emphases on my.
heikaru: Haha...Yeah, Draco screwed himself up...Sure I'll email when I update...You should be getting one any second now.
Gwenivive: Aye aye!
Malfoy's Little Gothic Twif: Riight...*whines* Do I have to? I'll get it out as soon as I can Liss...
JEF: Jeeeeaaaaan...(this is Jean, right?) That wasn't this episode I was writing! It was part of the Christmas one! I don't want you to read that yet...You saw me on the trip? That's okay if you're one of my friends...Are you a stalker who will kill me in my sleep? *gasp* Are you watching me right now??
jess: *hugs* I'm so glad you do! I will!!
THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR REVIEWING! YOU KEEP ME GOING!!
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Change of Heart, Chapter Fifteen
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Time has a very unpleasant way to pass slowly when one is looking forward to something, but sadly it also has a nasty tendency to fly by when
one dreads the future. Time crept by at a snail's pace, pausing every few seconds to munch on a massive blade of grass. The few hour long
boyfriend/girlfriend relationship that had gone on between Mynee and Malfoy had returned to the dust they had created it from. She attempted to
avoid him at all times, much like she had before he had entered her room. But, unlike the before, she did not hole up in her bedroom. She was out
on the Quidditch pitch during her free time, practicing furiously for the Hufflepuff team tryouts. The week trickled through her fingers like grape
jelly (AN: Very hard to do, I've tried it...) and Monday of the auditions slithered up much like the snake she was avoiding. She sat in the lower part
of the stands, waiting for the Captain, Gabriel Smoke, to call all the people trying out for Seeker to come down. She had been sitting there for
hours, watching numerous horrid players trying to deflect quaffles and trying to get the leather balls into the golden hoops. It was very clear to
her who got those spots. A soft yawn escaped her slightly chapped lips and she fingered the handle of her broom. She had saved up all the money
she had nicked from her parent's and from her job so she could buy a broom. She had gotten the best one available on the last day of summer, a
Super Nova. It was the fastest, sleekest, and the only one on the market that specially tuned itself to its owner, making it much easier to
control...That is if the broom did not start controlling the rider. A slight smirk crossed her lips as she saw Smoke motioning for everyone who was
left on the stands to make their way down to the pitch. She stood up and shouldered her broom, letting her feet make their way down to the
grass then enclosed the sandy area. She stood among the others, watching the Hufflepuff with bored eyes. He was droning on and on about how
only one person would get Seeker, but everyone was a winner. A soft snort escaped her as she leaned on the shaft of her broom.
"...All right, would Margaret Onyx please come up here and mount her broom please?" A frail looking girl with a tuft of yellow hair came out of the
crowd and mounted her broom, a slight smile on her lips. "Good, now please close your eyes until I tell you to open them. When I do, try to catch
the snitch in as little time as possible, thank you."
The snitch was set free and it took the girl forty five minutes to find and retrieve it. Mynee, towards the end of the three quarters of an hour long
period, was about ready to hang herself from the goalposts. Smoke had been watching with a critical eye turned to face the nine other people
wanting to tryout for the spot.
"Okay, because I'm sure all of you have other things to do, you have a thirty minute maximum to find the snitch."
And so, the agonizingly long process started up again. Mynee turned around so she faced the stands and was surprised to see a crowd of a good
thirty people watching the tryouts. She shook her head slowly as her eyes skimmed the assembled group. Her lips upturned in a nasty sneer when
she saw Potter lounging about on one of the higher benches, both of the resident Weasleys hovering about him. She snorted darkly and would
have yelled some obscenity up at them if Smoke had not called her name.
"Well done...Hermione Granger, it's your turn now. Please come up here."
She flicked some of her hair out of her face and pushed her way through the five people until she was standing in front of Smoke. She pretended
she did not see his eyes raking up and down her form...She threw her leg over her broom and rose in the air, her eyes closed tightly. A second or
so passed and then Smoke's voice echoed around the pitch.
"Go!"
Her lids snapped open and she immediately started searching the field for that illusive sparkle of gold. She pushed all the sounds of everyone below
her out of her mind and hovered there, pushing all of her senses into finding that stupid ball of metal. A heavy wind came out of no where, lifting
her hair off of her back making it stream out behind her like a reddish brown cape. Her cinnamon eyes sparkled as she looked, but she never saw
the looks of deepest adoration coming from the majority of the male students below her. She bit her bottom lip and pushed her hair out of her
eyes, silently cursing the locks. How the hell was she supposed to see the snitch if her hair was in her face? A flash of gold caught her eye and a
triumphant cry escaped her lips. She crouched her body down over her broom and shot off like a bullet from a gun towards it. She reached out her
hand and as if it was a rabbit coming to its master, the snitch found itself nestled in her palm. She sat back up and smirked as she flew back over
to the people, landing lightly. Smoke was stunned as he looked at her, blinking stupidly. She had caught the snitch in less then five minutes. Two
minutes and thirty six seconds to be exact.
"Th-Thank you Hermione..." He took the snitch from her, "There will be a list of the new team later today in your common room..."
She flashed him a smile and shouldered her broom. She nodded slightly to him and strode purposely out of the pitch. Moments later, she felt a hand
on her shoulder and she whipped around. Potter and the Weasleys were behind her.
"What the fuck do you three want? I haven't got time to listen to your senseless drabble."
Potter took a 'menacing' step towards her. "Why'd you try out for Seeker Bunny? You know you aren't any good at flying..."
She lifted a brow. "Not any good? You stupid, egotistical, atrocious, minute boy keep your idiotic views to yourself. No one wants to hear them."
"Don't call my boyfriend stupid you bitch!" Ginny shrieked and tried to lunge at her. Mynee laughed darkly and sidestepped the long nails. Her eyes
flashed red for a moment as she shifted her broom slightly. "Is that the best you can do Weasley? I can't believe you have to hide behind a girl
Potter. Oh wait, I shouldn't be surprised. You hid behind me for six years...And stole all the glory." She smirked at them and was about to turn
around when Harry's fist came out of nowhere, slamming into her eye.
She sucked in a breath and tried to count to ten, fighting the need to rip him apart. She heard one of the three before her gasp and she brought a
hand up to her eye. It was dripping something sticky and she quickly wiped it all away. It figured, he had to hit her enough for some of her black
blood to break her skin and show its lovely face. Mynee looked at Potter through her good eye, murder flaring in the hue.
"Run Potter, run if you value your pathetic little life."
"Why should I? Shit..." He saw her take her broom from her shoulder and get ready to hit him with it.
He, acting like the coward he was, turned and fled, his lackeys following. She snorted darkly and returned the broom back to its spot. She probably
would not have hit him, probably. She let the breath she had taken in earlier out in a quiet sigh, and brought her free hand up to rub her rapidly
swelling eye. It would go down within in the hour, but it still hurt like a bitch. She steadied her broom and walked tired up to the castle, her slow
stride showing an ounce of her pain.
Draco watched Hermione shoot after the snitch, his breath catching in his throat. He had heard this so many times, but only now did he
truly understand. There is nothing more beautiful then an angel flying. He had always thought that those adults had meant a real angel, not a girl
with a heavenly visage flying like she was born on a broom. Her long hair streamed out behind her like a russet wave, masking her body for a
minute until she sat back up, a look of such triumph on her face. For a brief moment a ray of light shone through some clouds and bounced of her
head, creating a soft golden halo. His eyes widened and he immediately took it as a sign. This girl was special... He shook his head quickly to bring
himself back to the present and saw her walking off the pitch. He did not notice Potter and the two Weasleys doing the same thing. He took a
deep breath and got to his feet. He remembered kissing her like he had a week ago and knew that his soul would never be at rest until he could do
that everyday for the rest of his life. He waited a few minutes, watching the others who were trying out. Everyone, with the exception of
Hermione, was utterly horrible at Quidditch. He smiled slightly and left the stands. As he was walking back up to the school, he took his eyes off of
his shoes for a moment and was surprised to see Hermione talking heatedly with Potter and the Weasleys. He was even more shocked when Potter
punched her very hard in the eye. He saw her wipe away some very dark blood then take her broomstick of her shoulder like she was about to hit
them. Light hit her again and he noticed her eyes were not their normal warm brown, but a very angry crimson. He stared in astonishment as the
three before her ran away in terror. Draco started walking quickly to her but she, even taking those small and pained steps, got to the castle
before him. He let out a quiet sigh and made a promise to himself that he would talk to her and apologize for everything he had done.
Mynee dumped her broom onto her bed and high tailed it into the bathroom. She leaned against the white marble sink and stared at her
reflection in the mirror. No wonder those First years had run off...She looked horrible. Her eye was swollen shut and the flesh around it was
colorfully bruised, not to mention there was dried black blood all along her cheek. She turned the faucets on and started scrubbing her face non to
gently with handfuls of water, trying to get the blood of her skin. Tiny gasps slipping from her mouth each time she racked the pads of her fingers
and palms against the supersensitive flesh around her eye, pain shooting to her temples. When she had completed her task she stumbled over to
the rim of the tub and leaned gratefully against it, waiting for her the discoloration and puffiness around her eye to go down, luckily her super fast
healing kicked in and the throbbing disappeared and a feeling of blessed coolness surrounded her eye. She let out a quiet sigh and gingerly touched
her now healed skin, for a brief moment grateful that she was a Vampyre. She soon got up and went back into her bedroom. She needed to write a
reply to that Nikolas character. Mynee sat down on her bed and took her wand from the pocket of her robes. She shed that heavy article of
clothing, so she was clad in a simple black spaghetti strap shirt and a pair of low cut, form fitting black jeans. With a quick swish, she summoned
parchment and her writing utensils to her. She took an unneeded breath and began.
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Alor Drakula;
I will heed your warning, but something within me drives me to tell you that I accept your invitation. However there is but one thing I
need to know at this moment. Is there a direct correlation between my own name and the name of your passed wife? I feel strangely connected
to her, despite the fact I have never met her. I do no really expect you to reply to this letter, but an answer would be greatly appreciated.
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Yours truly,
Hermione Granger
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She set her quill on the bedside and surveyed what she wrote. Short and to the point, exactly like all of the letters she had ever written. She set
it by the quill and lay back on the bed, kicking her broom onto the floor. She stared up at the ceiling, her hair spread out on the pillow like a halo
and then closed her eyes slowly. That's exactly how Draco found her.
Draco stepped through the door that connected Hermione's room to the bathroom and his eyes widened. She lay sprawled out on her bed
like a fallen angel, her hair spread out on the dark material her head was resting on like a dark halo. He took an uncertain step toward her, unable
to take his eyes off the swell of her breasts that her skin tight shirt covered. He ached to touch the band of milky white flesh between where her
low jeans started and her tank top, which had ridden up, ended. Just as the front of his knees touched the side of the bed, her eyes flew open
and those haunting hues landed on him. They widened and she let out a soft cry, flying up into a sitting position.
"What the fuck are you doing in here Malfoy?!? This is my damn room! You have your own!"
"I-I..."
"You what?" She shrieked.
"I-I wanted to apologize to you!"
Her eyes narrowed as she tugged her shirt down to cover more of her belly. "About what?"
"Everything I've done to..."
He broke off when she started laughing coldly. She looked at him with eyes so accustomed to pain and shook her head slowly.
"Just go away Malfoy. You don't mean what you are trying to say. Someone put you up to this...You're going to apologize then try and shag me
afterwards, I'm not going to fall for it. Just go get who of those whores you've talked about. I'm sure they'd be glad to get knocked up by the oh
so wonderful Slytherin Sex God." Her voice dripped sarcasm.
He looked at her for a moment then rested a knee on the bed. A quiet hissing noise, much like a cat would make, escaped Mynee's mouth as she
rose to her own knees.
"Get out of my room Malfoy!" He saw her reaching for her wand and lunged forward, grabbing her wrists.
"No! I want to apologize!"
"But I know you don't mean it!"
"How do you know that??"
"Because all men are just the same!"
"What?? How the hell can you think that?"
"It's what I've been led to believe! You're all the same! All you want is a quick shag then you leave us broken hearted in the dust!"
"I would never do that!"
"What the fuck?!? You've done that to countless girls since you got to this Merlin forsaken castle! What about all the whores you have hanging
around you all the time? They're all going to be broken hearted when you marry!"
"I would never do that to you..." He tried to look into her eyes so she would see the truth shining in his.
She snorted and shook her head. "Yeah right Malfoy. Get your hands off of me so I can kick your ass."
"Do you really want to kick my ass? Or do you want to do this..." He leaned forward and crushed his lips against hers.
Mynee froze when his mouth touched hers, her eyes widening in surprise. She knew she should not be kissing him, but just seemed so...right. She
tried to fight the need to kiss back, but that primitive instinct won and she returned the pressure. It was now Draco's turn to be surprised and he
quickly pulled away, his mouth opened slightly.
"Why..."
"Damnit Draco stop talking and kiss me!"
He looked at her for a moment, then a slightly smile crossed his face then leaned forward and kissed her tenderly. He freed her wrists and wrapped
his arms around her waist, pulling her tense body closer to his. She in turn encircled his neck with her hands, one trailing up and down his back. In
his hold the steel that kept her spine upright and tense melted and melded their bodies together. A soft noise came from her as his tongue brushed
her lips and she slowly opened her mouth, welcoming his intrusion. They battled for dominance and after a moment or so, she forced him back into
his own mouth and the fight took place yet again. Draco pulled away seconds later, gasping for breath. This reminded Mynee to suck in a deep
breath so it seemed like she was mortal. She smiled slightly at him, her cheekbones being stained with a light raspberry blush.
"I take it you accept my apology?" He murmured quietly, looking at her with appreciative eyes.
She nodded slowly and pushed some of her tousled hair out of her face. She watched him with slightly nervous eyes, her fear of being hurt shining
clearly in her hues.
"Before you say anything else, I should probably tell you something..."
"As I said a week ago, I'm always here to listen to you have to say."
A slight smile crossed her lips, barely making its way to eyes. She unconsciously took a deep breath and eased her down so her bum was resting
on the comforter. Her fingers fiddled with a crease in her jeans before she started speaking.
"As you most likely know, Potter and Weasley call me Bunny now." She paused for a moment as he opened his mouth to speak. "Please don't say
anything. If you interrupt me, I might not be able to keep going." He nodded and she started. "When I was younger, before I got my acceptance
letter, my uncle came to live my parents and I. In the beginning he was perfect until he came into my room one night. From that night until three
days before this term started, I was sexually and physically abused by him nearing four or five days a week. I tried to tell my parents when I got
older, but," she snorted darkly, "they refused to believe me. They held him on such a high pedestal that they though he could do nothing wrong.
The night he died was going to be the night he would have completely broken my spirit...He called me Bunny because when I was younger I had a
stuffed rabbit toy I loved. It was a point of comfort for me as I got older and I realized what he was doing to me was wrong." She quieted down
and dropped her eyes to the blanket, the horrors of her youth playing across her mind's eye in painful clarity. Draco sat there for a moment,
appalled at the things that she had been subjected to from such a young age. He had been physically abused occasionally by his father when he
did not comply with the rules a pureblood boy should, but nothing like what she had. It was clear she thought he was going to bolt from her in a
moment. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her against him tightly.
"I won't say I'm sorry, because I know you don't want my pity. I won't run away Hermione, I'm touched that you can tell me this much..."
She slowly lifted her eyes and smiled slightly up to him. She nuzzled her face into his neck for a moment then rested her head on his shoulder. "You
know what? I vowed I'd never tell anyone what happened to me. But strangely enough, I feel like I can trust you..."
Draco smiled brightly and kissed the top of her head affectionately. "No, I don't think it's weird at all Hermione...Not weird at all."
Hours later, Mynee left her room and went down into the common room to mail her letter. Just as she was about to leave, she checked the
message board. A new piece of parchment was posted there and a surprisingly bright smile flooded onto her face.
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Congratulations all competitors,
The new members of the Hufflepuff House Team have been decided!
Keeper: Jubilee Cenarius
Chasers: Illidan Capulet and Furion Montague
Seeker: Hermione Granger
The first team practice will be Thursday after dinner!
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She started cackling like an insane monkey and leaned against the wall for a moment. Padma came up the stairs from her dormitory and sneered at
her for a moment.
"What are you laughing about?"
Mynee looked at her and just kept on cackling, envisioning all the things she could do to Potter. When she was able to speak again, she looked at
Padma and smirked. "You are a rhino faced buffoon. Please go drown yourself in a lake."
The dark haired girl looked appalled at the insult and that just sent Mynee into another guffaw of laughter. She stumbled out of the common room
and to the Owlery to send her letter off.
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Weeee! Lookit! Another episode! Don't let this one fool you, this is a DARK fic, not one of those relatively annoying fluff ones that are so sugary they will give the readers diabetes...I know you don't get diabetes from eating too much sugar, but shush. Anyway, please would you all go read my other story Eldritch High? It's another DM/HG fic...
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*crappery* Well...That was a very, very, very uneventful week. I should have just stayed home and written more in this story. I did start writing
the Christmas chapters...Though that won't be here for some time considering we're still in September! Anyway, this is a relatively long episode,
longer then the most of the previous episodes. I hope you all like it! We made it to 140! Wee!! Thank you so much gottalovedrakie for being
reviewer 140! I love you! Kay, we now need to get to 160. I'm sure we can do it! Oh yeah, I'm looking for someone to beta this story and maybe my other one Eldritch High. If you are willing, please say so in your review and give me your email address, thanks!
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zenni: *grins* I have two voices in my head, let me tell you it's a real nuisance at times. It's fun though, they bicker all the time...Oh she will, she will...Draco just needs to get his arse around to apologizing to Mynee...
AmericanDemon: *pets* Haven't been here pook.,.Er...Snapey didn't rear his head (either one works) for that or this chapter so sadly he remains dormant...Well, not really dormant, but yeah...
Vicki: Thank you so much! I will continue this one! It's one of my favourite I've ever written!
SuperHiperChit: Well Erin, you know behind a comet there's its tail? It's kinda like that except its not made of ice and rocks but fire.
YamiClara: I'm SO sorry...But they wouldn't let me take my computer and I had no internet access...It was hell I tell you. HELL!
cherri-lime91: I know I know...I wish I could have written over the week...And not the Christmas chapters...
da-drama-queen: Thanks. Yeah, can't help those little grammatical errors, don't really have a beta to proofread it. Hermione's not supposed to be like cannon Hermione. This is an AU, so she has a right to be different.
BlueFireCrystals: Thank you! The plot line is slowly being woven into the story...
Pettingbananasindungeon: I feel so touched Stephie. So, so touched that you'd right a story about me. Er...Sounds like something you would write mon queso...
Juliette: Is this long enough for you? Longer then the previous one...
Both my minds are agreing again: Thank you so much! I am too, one of the reasons I decided to write this fic. I will be writing more!
gottalovedrakie: I feel sorry for Hermione too, but this is a dark fic so she's supposed to be unhappy throughout it. Don't let this chapter fool you...Harry is a big arse who will be brought down many pegs. *cackles darkly* I know that's what Ron should have done, but Ron is a follower...Though he's still cute...Thanks for being reviewer 140!!
SweetCheeksDracoLuver: He does not know when to stop...yeah; neither would I come to think of it. She won't solve that problem until like episode thirty or something...
kat6528: *giggles* He's stupid!
Satans Little Angel: Woow...Thank you! I love you so much! Hermione is fighting with those two lovely voices in her head. Or maybe just Draco...
Shea LaRoc: Snape is definitely not himself in this story. No Mynee isn't ignoring Evi, I'm going to explain later what's been going on in these chapters.
Jakalaki: Thank you so much! Well, you remember in the chapter where she attacks Hagrid? Only about an hour or so earlier Dumbledore gave her one of those bottles of blood. The old blood doesn't work very well to sate her blood lust, so she would have to feed again in a couple hours anyway. For a Vampire the age of blood doesn't matter. No, it's not because she is a Vampyre that Snape is obsessed with her. He finds the certain air of mystery around her attractive. It probably doesn't help her case that Vampyre blood makes all those little imperfections like freckles, zits, and birthmarks disappear. Yeah...You pronounce her name my-knee with a tad more emphases on my.
heikaru: Haha...Yeah, Draco screwed himself up...Sure I'll email when I update...You should be getting one any second now.
Gwenivive: Aye aye!
Malfoy's Little Gothic Twif: Riight...*whines* Do I have to? I'll get it out as soon as I can Liss...
JEF: Jeeeeaaaaan...(this is Jean, right?) That wasn't this episode I was writing! It was part of the Christmas one! I don't want you to read that yet...You saw me on the trip? That's okay if you're one of my friends...Are you a stalker who will kill me in my sleep? *gasp* Are you watching me right now??
jess: *hugs* I'm so glad you do! I will!!
THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR REVIEWING! YOU KEEP ME GOING!!
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Change of Heart, Chapter Fifteen
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Time has a very unpleasant way to pass slowly when one is looking forward to something, but sadly it also has a nasty tendency to fly by when
one dreads the future. Time crept by at a snail's pace, pausing every few seconds to munch on a massive blade of grass. The few hour long
boyfriend/girlfriend relationship that had gone on between Mynee and Malfoy had returned to the dust they had created it from. She attempted to
avoid him at all times, much like she had before he had entered her room. But, unlike the before, she did not hole up in her bedroom. She was out
on the Quidditch pitch during her free time, practicing furiously for the Hufflepuff team tryouts. The week trickled through her fingers like grape
jelly (AN: Very hard to do, I've tried it...) and Monday of the auditions slithered up much like the snake she was avoiding. She sat in the lower part
of the stands, waiting for the Captain, Gabriel Smoke, to call all the people trying out for Seeker to come down. She had been sitting there for
hours, watching numerous horrid players trying to deflect quaffles and trying to get the leather balls into the golden hoops. It was very clear to
her who got those spots. A soft yawn escaped her slightly chapped lips and she fingered the handle of her broom. She had saved up all the money
she had nicked from her parent's and from her job so she could buy a broom. She had gotten the best one available on the last day of summer, a
Super Nova. It was the fastest, sleekest, and the only one on the market that specially tuned itself to its owner, making it much easier to
control...That is if the broom did not start controlling the rider. A slight smirk crossed her lips as she saw Smoke motioning for everyone who was
left on the stands to make their way down to the pitch. She stood up and shouldered her broom, letting her feet make their way down to the
grass then enclosed the sandy area. She stood among the others, watching the Hufflepuff with bored eyes. He was droning on and on about how
only one person would get Seeker, but everyone was a winner. A soft snort escaped her as she leaned on the shaft of her broom.
"...All right, would Margaret Onyx please come up here and mount her broom please?" A frail looking girl with a tuft of yellow hair came out of the
crowd and mounted her broom, a slight smile on her lips. "Good, now please close your eyes until I tell you to open them. When I do, try to catch
the snitch in as little time as possible, thank you."
The snitch was set free and it took the girl forty five minutes to find and retrieve it. Mynee, towards the end of the three quarters of an hour long
period, was about ready to hang herself from the goalposts. Smoke had been watching with a critical eye turned to face the nine other people
wanting to tryout for the spot.
"Okay, because I'm sure all of you have other things to do, you have a thirty minute maximum to find the snitch."
And so, the agonizingly long process started up again. Mynee turned around so she faced the stands and was surprised to see a crowd of a good
thirty people watching the tryouts. She shook her head slowly as her eyes skimmed the assembled group. Her lips upturned in a nasty sneer when
she saw Potter lounging about on one of the higher benches, both of the resident Weasleys hovering about him. She snorted darkly and would
have yelled some obscenity up at them if Smoke had not called her name.
"Well done...Hermione Granger, it's your turn now. Please come up here."
She flicked some of her hair out of her face and pushed her way through the five people until she was standing in front of Smoke. She pretended
she did not see his eyes raking up and down her form...She threw her leg over her broom and rose in the air, her eyes closed tightly. A second or
so passed and then Smoke's voice echoed around the pitch.
"Go!"
Her lids snapped open and she immediately started searching the field for that illusive sparkle of gold. She pushed all the sounds of everyone below
her out of her mind and hovered there, pushing all of her senses into finding that stupid ball of metal. A heavy wind came out of no where, lifting
her hair off of her back making it stream out behind her like a reddish brown cape. Her cinnamon eyes sparkled as she looked, but she never saw
the looks of deepest adoration coming from the majority of the male students below her. She bit her bottom lip and pushed her hair out of her
eyes, silently cursing the locks. How the hell was she supposed to see the snitch if her hair was in her face? A flash of gold caught her eye and a
triumphant cry escaped her lips. She crouched her body down over her broom and shot off like a bullet from a gun towards it. She reached out her
hand and as if it was a rabbit coming to its master, the snitch found itself nestled in her palm. She sat back up and smirked as she flew back over
to the people, landing lightly. Smoke was stunned as he looked at her, blinking stupidly. She had caught the snitch in less then five minutes. Two
minutes and thirty six seconds to be exact.
"Th-Thank you Hermione..." He took the snitch from her, "There will be a list of the new team later today in your common room..."
She flashed him a smile and shouldered her broom. She nodded slightly to him and strode purposely out of the pitch. Moments later, she felt a hand
on her shoulder and she whipped around. Potter and the Weasleys were behind her.
"What the fuck do you three want? I haven't got time to listen to your senseless drabble."
Potter took a 'menacing' step towards her. "Why'd you try out for Seeker Bunny? You know you aren't any good at flying..."
She lifted a brow. "Not any good? You stupid, egotistical, atrocious, minute boy keep your idiotic views to yourself. No one wants to hear them."
"Don't call my boyfriend stupid you bitch!" Ginny shrieked and tried to lunge at her. Mynee laughed darkly and sidestepped the long nails. Her eyes
flashed red for a moment as she shifted her broom slightly. "Is that the best you can do Weasley? I can't believe you have to hide behind a girl
Potter. Oh wait, I shouldn't be surprised. You hid behind me for six years...And stole all the glory." She smirked at them and was about to turn
around when Harry's fist came out of nowhere, slamming into her eye.
She sucked in a breath and tried to count to ten, fighting the need to rip him apart. She heard one of the three before her gasp and she brought a
hand up to her eye. It was dripping something sticky and she quickly wiped it all away. It figured, he had to hit her enough for some of her black
blood to break her skin and show its lovely face. Mynee looked at Potter through her good eye, murder flaring in the hue.
"Run Potter, run if you value your pathetic little life."
"Why should I? Shit..." He saw her take her broom from her shoulder and get ready to hit him with it.
He, acting like the coward he was, turned and fled, his lackeys following. She snorted darkly and returned the broom back to its spot. She probably
would not have hit him, probably. She let the breath she had taken in earlier out in a quiet sigh, and brought her free hand up to rub her rapidly
swelling eye. It would go down within in the hour, but it still hurt like a bitch. She steadied her broom and walked tired up to the castle, her slow
stride showing an ounce of her pain.
Draco watched Hermione shoot after the snitch, his breath catching in his throat. He had heard this so many times, but only now did he
truly understand. There is nothing more beautiful then an angel flying. He had always thought that those adults had meant a real angel, not a girl
with a heavenly visage flying like she was born on a broom. Her long hair streamed out behind her like a russet wave, masking her body for a
minute until she sat back up, a look of such triumph on her face. For a brief moment a ray of light shone through some clouds and bounced of her
head, creating a soft golden halo. His eyes widened and he immediately took it as a sign. This girl was special... He shook his head quickly to bring
himself back to the present and saw her walking off the pitch. He did not notice Potter and the two Weasleys doing the same thing. He took a
deep breath and got to his feet. He remembered kissing her like he had a week ago and knew that his soul would never be at rest until he could do
that everyday for the rest of his life. He waited a few minutes, watching the others who were trying out. Everyone, with the exception of
Hermione, was utterly horrible at Quidditch. He smiled slightly and left the stands. As he was walking back up to the school, he took his eyes off of
his shoes for a moment and was surprised to see Hermione talking heatedly with Potter and the Weasleys. He was even more shocked when Potter
punched her very hard in the eye. He saw her wipe away some very dark blood then take her broomstick of her shoulder like she was about to hit
them. Light hit her again and he noticed her eyes were not their normal warm brown, but a very angry crimson. He stared in astonishment as the
three before her ran away in terror. Draco started walking quickly to her but she, even taking those small and pained steps, got to the castle
before him. He let out a quiet sigh and made a promise to himself that he would talk to her and apologize for everything he had done.
Mynee dumped her broom onto her bed and high tailed it into the bathroom. She leaned against the white marble sink and stared at her
reflection in the mirror. No wonder those First years had run off...She looked horrible. Her eye was swollen shut and the flesh around it was
colorfully bruised, not to mention there was dried black blood all along her cheek. She turned the faucets on and started scrubbing her face non to
gently with handfuls of water, trying to get the blood of her skin. Tiny gasps slipping from her mouth each time she racked the pads of her fingers
and palms against the supersensitive flesh around her eye, pain shooting to her temples. When she had completed her task she stumbled over to
the rim of the tub and leaned gratefully against it, waiting for her the discoloration and puffiness around her eye to go down, luckily her super fast
healing kicked in and the throbbing disappeared and a feeling of blessed coolness surrounded her eye. She let out a quiet sigh and gingerly touched
her now healed skin, for a brief moment grateful that she was a Vampyre. She soon got up and went back into her bedroom. She needed to write a
reply to that Nikolas character. Mynee sat down on her bed and took her wand from the pocket of her robes. She shed that heavy article of
clothing, so she was clad in a simple black spaghetti strap shirt and a pair of low cut, form fitting black jeans. With a quick swish, she summoned
parchment and her writing utensils to her. She took an unneeded breath and began.
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Alor Drakula;
I will heed your warning, but something within me drives me to tell you that I accept your invitation. However there is but one thing I
need to know at this moment. Is there a direct correlation between my own name and the name of your passed wife? I feel strangely connected
to her, despite the fact I have never met her. I do no really expect you to reply to this letter, but an answer would be greatly appreciated.
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Yours truly,
Hermione Granger
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She set her quill on the bedside and surveyed what she wrote. Short and to the point, exactly like all of the letters she had ever written. She set
it by the quill and lay back on the bed, kicking her broom onto the floor. She stared up at the ceiling, her hair spread out on the pillow like a halo
and then closed her eyes slowly. That's exactly how Draco found her.
Draco stepped through the door that connected Hermione's room to the bathroom and his eyes widened. She lay sprawled out on her bed
like a fallen angel, her hair spread out on the dark material her head was resting on like a dark halo. He took an uncertain step toward her, unable
to take his eyes off the swell of her breasts that her skin tight shirt covered. He ached to touch the band of milky white flesh between where her
low jeans started and her tank top, which had ridden up, ended. Just as the front of his knees touched the side of the bed, her eyes flew open
and those haunting hues landed on him. They widened and she let out a soft cry, flying up into a sitting position.
"What the fuck are you doing in here Malfoy?!? This is my damn room! You have your own!"
"I-I..."
"You what?" She shrieked.
"I-I wanted to apologize to you!"
Her eyes narrowed as she tugged her shirt down to cover more of her belly. "About what?"
"Everything I've done to..."
He broke off when she started laughing coldly. She looked at him with eyes so accustomed to pain and shook her head slowly.
"Just go away Malfoy. You don't mean what you are trying to say. Someone put you up to this...You're going to apologize then try and shag me
afterwards, I'm not going to fall for it. Just go get who of those whores you've talked about. I'm sure they'd be glad to get knocked up by the oh
so wonderful Slytherin Sex God." Her voice dripped sarcasm.
He looked at her for a moment then rested a knee on the bed. A quiet hissing noise, much like a cat would make, escaped Mynee's mouth as she
rose to her own knees.
"Get out of my room Malfoy!" He saw her reaching for her wand and lunged forward, grabbing her wrists.
"No! I want to apologize!"
"But I know you don't mean it!"
"How do you know that??"
"Because all men are just the same!"
"What?? How the hell can you think that?"
"It's what I've been led to believe! You're all the same! All you want is a quick shag then you leave us broken hearted in the dust!"
"I would never do that!"
"What the fuck?!? You've done that to countless girls since you got to this Merlin forsaken castle! What about all the whores you have hanging
around you all the time? They're all going to be broken hearted when you marry!"
"I would never do that to you..." He tried to look into her eyes so she would see the truth shining in his.
She snorted and shook her head. "Yeah right Malfoy. Get your hands off of me so I can kick your ass."
"Do you really want to kick my ass? Or do you want to do this..." He leaned forward and crushed his lips against hers.
Mynee froze when his mouth touched hers, her eyes widening in surprise. She knew she should not be kissing him, but just seemed so...right. She
tried to fight the need to kiss back, but that primitive instinct won and she returned the pressure. It was now Draco's turn to be surprised and he
quickly pulled away, his mouth opened slightly.
"Why..."
"Damnit Draco stop talking and kiss me!"
He looked at her for a moment, then a slightly smile crossed his face then leaned forward and kissed her tenderly. He freed her wrists and wrapped
his arms around her waist, pulling her tense body closer to his. She in turn encircled his neck with her hands, one trailing up and down his back. In
his hold the steel that kept her spine upright and tense melted and melded their bodies together. A soft noise came from her as his tongue brushed
her lips and she slowly opened her mouth, welcoming his intrusion. They battled for dominance and after a moment or so, she forced him back into
his own mouth and the fight took place yet again. Draco pulled away seconds later, gasping for breath. This reminded Mynee to suck in a deep
breath so it seemed like she was mortal. She smiled slightly at him, her cheekbones being stained with a light raspberry blush.
"I take it you accept my apology?" He murmured quietly, looking at her with appreciative eyes.
She nodded slowly and pushed some of her tousled hair out of her face. She watched him with slightly nervous eyes, her fear of being hurt shining
clearly in her hues.
"Before you say anything else, I should probably tell you something..."
"As I said a week ago, I'm always here to listen to you have to say."
A slight smile crossed her lips, barely making its way to eyes. She unconsciously took a deep breath and eased her down so her bum was resting
on the comforter. Her fingers fiddled with a crease in her jeans before she started speaking.
"As you most likely know, Potter and Weasley call me Bunny now." She paused for a moment as he opened his mouth to speak. "Please don't say
anything. If you interrupt me, I might not be able to keep going." He nodded and she started. "When I was younger, before I got my acceptance
letter, my uncle came to live my parents and I. In the beginning he was perfect until he came into my room one night. From that night until three
days before this term started, I was sexually and physically abused by him nearing four or five days a week. I tried to tell my parents when I got
older, but," she snorted darkly, "they refused to believe me. They held him on such a high pedestal that they though he could do nothing wrong.
The night he died was going to be the night he would have completely broken my spirit...He called me Bunny because when I was younger I had a
stuffed rabbit toy I loved. It was a point of comfort for me as I got older and I realized what he was doing to me was wrong." She quieted down
and dropped her eyes to the blanket, the horrors of her youth playing across her mind's eye in painful clarity. Draco sat there for a moment,
appalled at the things that she had been subjected to from such a young age. He had been physically abused occasionally by his father when he
did not comply with the rules a pureblood boy should, but nothing like what she had. It was clear she thought he was going to bolt from her in a
moment. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her against him tightly.
"I won't say I'm sorry, because I know you don't want my pity. I won't run away Hermione, I'm touched that you can tell me this much..."
She slowly lifted her eyes and smiled slightly up to him. She nuzzled her face into his neck for a moment then rested her head on his shoulder. "You
know what? I vowed I'd never tell anyone what happened to me. But strangely enough, I feel like I can trust you..."
Draco smiled brightly and kissed the top of her head affectionately. "No, I don't think it's weird at all Hermione...Not weird at all."
Hours later, Mynee left her room and went down into the common room to mail her letter. Just as she was about to leave, she checked the
message board. A new piece of parchment was posted there and a surprisingly bright smile flooded onto her face.
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Congratulations all competitors,
The new members of the Hufflepuff House Team have been decided!
Keeper: Jubilee Cenarius
Chasers: Illidan Capulet and Furion Montague
Seeker: Hermione Granger
The first team practice will be Thursday after dinner!
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She started cackling like an insane monkey and leaned against the wall for a moment. Padma came up the stairs from her dormitory and sneered at
her for a moment.
"What are you laughing about?"
Mynee looked at her and just kept on cackling, envisioning all the things she could do to Potter. When she was able to speak again, she looked at
Padma and smirked. "You are a rhino faced buffoon. Please go drown yourself in a lake."
The dark haired girl looked appalled at the insult and that just sent Mynee into another guffaw of laughter. She stumbled out of the common room
and to the Owlery to send her letter off.
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Weeee! Lookit! Another episode! Don't let this one fool you, this is a DARK fic, not one of those relatively annoying fluff ones that are so sugary they will give the readers diabetes...I know you don't get diabetes from eating too much sugar, but shush. Anyway, please would you all go read my other story Eldritch High? It's another DM/HG fic...