disclaimer I only own Harry Potter in my special dream land...
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crappery Episode...Eighteen is it? Wow, writing faster then I thought. Okay, there is a scene in this episode that might upset some of you lovely readers. I dunno, it's not as descriptive as some of the other things in this story, but it still might be upsetting. So if anything else in this story has been so to you, please don't hesitate to email me at whitemagicwiccayahoo.com for the summary of this chapter! Umm...That's it for now.
zenni: Worship me? I feel special!
littoxkigga: Hit me with a sponge will you? Not if I smack you with a herring first!
Mojo the Rock Chick Munchkin: Is it now? Well, you'll find out...
Crazedgurl1291: Perhaps...Or maybe he'll just contemplate it until he finds out the truth.
jungie: Nobody knows who will die next, well, except for me...Perhaps it's Smoke...Perhaps...
FunnyCatGirl: Thank you so much!
LorSparrow: Thank you!
Jakalaki: I got both your reviews, thanks a bunch. Most of your questions will be answer in later episodes...Yeah, let's hope Furion isn't bad...She'd be all alone with the exception of Malfoy. She should probably tell Malfoy, that'd be the right thing to do. But since when does our Mynee do the right thing?
dyth: Perhaps I will...
gottalovedrakie: sighs You never know what Smoke will do...
Honey Mocha Citrus: pets your head
zoogerbas1: Yeah, I really like the play so I decided I'd make a tribute to Shakespeare in my own little story.
ROsE-ofHeL: Draco seems to overreact all the time...Furion is a pivotal character, without him the story wouldn't go where I need it to go...
SweetCheeksDracoLuver: That whole voice thing is important, but I can't say what it is now, and there's something in Mynee's Vampyre blood that attracts the magic in the snitch. It makes Quidditch a whole bunch easier for her.
Jessi: grins
YamiClara: Let's hope so...
Shea LaRoc: I will!
Le joint philosophique: Yeah...no offence taken. I don't speak French and the site is kinda crappy...
dreamingmaggie: Draco always thought well of Hermione, but due to his father he could never show his admiration for her. As they got older that affection turned into something more and he was able to express those feelings when Voldie died. So he just kissed her out of the blue. It kinda helped that Mynee liked him. Kay, it took so long for her black eye to heal because the less serious the injury, the longer it takes to heal. For example, when she fell off the broom she seriously screwed some stuff up inside of her so she healed up faster. Hope that helps!
Shiva Prime: First of all, I really like your name. It's cool. Thanks!
Amanda Hughes: Thank you!! Hope this is fast enough!
Phew, lotsa reviews. Thank you so much everyone!!
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Funeral Tears, Chapter Eighteen
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Draco's fists clenched as he strode after Mynee, fury in every inch of his body. How dare she, his girlfriend, flirt with another guy? She was
supposed to worship him, kiss the ground where he once stood...He corrected himself. All the other girls he had dated had been like that, Hermione
Granger was different. She was her own person who was with him simply because she enjoyed his company, not because she wanted to be
shagged, or at least not just that. His brows furrowed as she stopped in front of the dormitory portrait, pausing to remember the password.
"Drage av hengivenhet." She murmured quietly, absently brushing at a grass stain on her canary yellow practice robes.
He crept forward and slipped in after her, silently fuming. They needed to talk about her "chat" with that Montague guy. As she was passing one
of the couches, he abruptly pushed her down onto it. A soft squeak erupted her, and if Draco was paying enough attention to her he would have
noticed that she did not take in a lungful of air afterwards, and she glared up at him.
"What the fuck Draco?"
He took a deep breath, trying to control the urge to start screaming at her. His eyes closed and they he looked at her with a strangely calm gaze.
"Why were you flirting with Montague?"
She looked at him like a cow at an oncoming train. "What?"
"You were flirting with Montague, why?" He repeated.
She dropped her broom onto the plush carpet and her face went into her hands. He took this as a sign of guilt. He closed the distance between
them and grabbed her wrists with a bruising force, pulling them away from her face.
"Wasn't I good enough for you Hermione? Do you have to flirt with every guy that passes you? At least all the other girls..." His voice had that
nasty, unfeeling tone he had spoken to her with when they were younger.
All traces of the tender affection it usually held when he talked to her was completely gone. A quiet gasp of pain came from her and with a
strength no mortal could ever possess, she ripped her arms from his grasp. The milky white flesh of her wrists was marred by two angry, rapidly
bruising hand prints. She turned sad eyes up to him, wrapping her arms around herself as memories flooded into her consciousness.
"I wasn't flirting with him Draco. Furion isn't interested."
"Sure he wasn't. He was just staring at you like a dog at a hunk of meat."
"He wasn't interested! Why won't you believe me? Nobody ever believes me..."
"Yeah, cause you're a lying bit..."
"Shut up! I am not lying! Furion is gay you stupid bastard! He's just my friend! If you had let me tell you my side before you exploded in my face,
you might not have resorted to bruising my wrists and calling me names!" She shrieked, rubbing her injured flesh.
Draco suddenly felt like such an idiot. The one girl who had looked past his looks and tried to get to know the real Draco, who had actually trusted
him, had been telling the truth and he was just too thick to see it. Mynee saw the realization dawn upon him and the fear that he would really
loose her for good flash into his eyes. Down came the walls he had built around himself moments before and the very vulnerable, surprisingly
innocent, charming, and real Draco shone through. He dropped to his knees beside her, a pleading expression on his face.
"I am so sorry Hermione...I just saw you two looking so happy together and laughing. I just jumped to the wrong conclusions...Please, please forgive
me..."
She looked at him and, however clichéd it was, she felt the ice growing in her heart melt enough for her to accept him back, if only for the
moment.
"All right Draco." She murmured softly. "I'll forgive you, but on one condition." She waited for him to nod, when he did she continued. "Never jump
to conclusions or listen to what anybody else says about me, it, in all likelihoods, won't be true. Okay?"
He did not even pause to think about the terms he was agreeing to. "Yes, I agree completely."
A very soft sigh escaped her lips and she reached a hand up to touch his cheek, revealing the discoloration of her flesh. He saw it and quickly
pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as if his embrace could heal her. He did not see the bruises fade and leave only pure white skin its
place.
"I hurt you..."
"It's all right Draco, they're fine now."
"How can you even stand to be in my presence after I've done that to you? How can you be here when you know I could kill you at any moment?"
"I have nothing to fear in you. You are my Draconis Agamemnon Nickolas Malfoy (hehe...his initials are DAMN! Hehhee...), and I do not fear you."
He smiled to her and hugged her tighter, their feelings for each other seeming to grow stronger by the minute.
(AN: Blerg, so buggery fluffy...shudders trust me my pets, it will not all be like this...this episode will be getting darker very soon.)
A woman, appearing to be no older then eighteen, lay on a bed surrounded by several other females, all scurrying about her. She let out a
soft cry of pain and clenched the sheets, a dribble of blood coming from her parted legs. One of the ladies ran to her and began smoothing her
hair, murmuring quiet words of comfort into her ear.
"Calm my child, your babe will come soon."
"But...It...Hurts..." The other said through clenched teeth, her voice a whimper.
"Aye, it does, especially the first time. Just keep breathing, it is almost time."
A few minutes passed and Mynee crept closer to the bed, looked at the prone woman. She had dull brown hair, her cheeks were frightening pale,
but there was something eerily familiar about her eyes. The lids snapped open and their almost identical hues met. The woman on the bed let
out an unearthly shriek of agony, mouthing silent words to Mynee, and then the sharp smell of blood entered the room. Only Mynee saw the faint
predatory looks momentarily coming onto the other females' faces before one reached for the oncoming babe. The cry of a newborn echoed in
the room and the one on the bed pushed herself into a sitting position, watching the other clean her baby. When the lady had finished she weakly
outstretched her arms, her eyes shining.
"My baby, please, give me my baby."
The one holding the squalling child blinked slowly and then began to back towards the door.
"Where are you going?? Please, give me my baby!" The woman's voice held extreme urgency and the beginning of panic.
The female holding the babe shook her head quickly and clutched it tighter to her chest. "No."
Mynee went to touch one of the women's shoulders, but found, much like a pensieve, her hand went right through her.
The lady on the bed began to cry, great gasping sobs coming from her. "P- Please...Don't take my baby from me!"
Everyone in the room, with the exception of the one who had comforted her, looked at her with distaste. Just as the only one who was on the
mother's side was about to snatch the baby away, all the women disappeared. The mother on the bed let out an unearthly cry of anguish and
dissolved into sobs. The other went to her quickly and pulled her into a tight embrace.
"We will find your babe Her..."
Mynee awoke from her slumber, her body drenched in sweat. That had been one of the strangest dreams she had ever had. She dropped
her face into her hands as the vision of the night passed over her mind's eye. Her form shook slightly as she remembered the hues of the woman
who had given birth. They had been so similar to her own, except they seemed...older. She shuddered and pushed herself out of her tangled
crimson sheets, sighing in relief when her feet were surrounded by the plush plum carpet. She padded toward the bathroom, a feeling of foreboding
settling down over her soul. She felt as if that dream had been a prelude to something, but that was utter nonsense. She definitely would not be
having children in the near, or distant, future. She brushed some of her brown hair over her shoulder as she opened the door and walked onto the
freezing tile floor. As she walked over to the shower, she noticed there was a note stuck to the frame of the mirror. Her brow furrowed as she
plucked the piece of folded parchment away and quickly sat on the lip of the tub so she could read it.
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Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy;
Today at three o'clock in the afternoon, Ms. Weasley's funeral will be held. Classes have been canceled for the day, so do not worry about
missing anything. It will be on the Hogwarts grounds below the largest oak tree beside the lake. Please be prompt so you can pay your respects
to her memory.
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Yours truly,
Professor Dumbledore
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Mynee snorted darkly and balled the parchment up, tossing it into the bathtub. She shook her head she padded towards the shower. Why the fuck
would she ever want to go to that little bitch's funeral? The more rational part of her mind, Nebel, chimed in.
'Don't forget you have to put up the appearance you were trying to save her...You have to pretend that you are mourning her death.
She ignored it and shrugged out of her night clothes and stepped under the jet of steaming hot water, a sigh coming from her. She began to scrub
her body and hair with handfuls of soap, letting her mind drift.
Draco crept into the bathroom after hearing his girlfriend turn the shower on. The little boy that had been locked away deep within him
seemed to always come out when he was around Hermione. He went over to the loo and started flushing it repetitively. Moments later a high
pitched shriek came from the shower and the glass door flew open. A claw like hand groped around for a moment for one of the massive fluffy
black towels from the rack and pulled back into the stall, the water turning off. A very pissed Hermione tumbled out of the shower, water
streaming down her neck and disappearing into the towel. When she saw him she rolled her eyes and planted her hands on her hips. Luckily, she
had secured the towel around herself so it did not fall.
"Real mature Draco, real mature."
He grinned childishly at her and skipped towards her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Yep! That's me!"
"Gerrof me ya big lug, I want to go back to bed."
"But we have classes Her-my-o-ninny!"
"Oh don't you start..." She said, smacking his bicep playfully. "For your information, it's Weaslette's funeral today. We don't have any classes. So
actually, I can go back to bed until two."
"What time is the funeral?"
She extricated herself from his grip and motioned vaguely behind her to the balled up piece of parchment. "In the tub. See you in the morning."
"But it is the morning! It's," he checked his watch, "five!"
"As I said, see you in the morning." Her normal morning crankiness, some would see it as being completely anti-social, coming in full swing.
Draco smiled widely to her and kissed her lips lightly, then danced like in the way a happy little boy would back to his room. She shook her head
slowly and quickly dressed herself in her discarded pajamas. She did not know what she had done in her life to deserve such a nice a boyfriend,
but she was glad she had him. That sense of foreboding was gone, right along with the sweat that had accompanied it.
Mynee slept for another eight and a half hours, lying abed for the last thirty minutes. She dressed herself in a tight fitting black dress, little
droplets of once liquid silver dropped on the hem and the cuffs of her swallow tailed sleeves. She left her thick hair down and went into the
common room, a bored expression on her face. She had half an hour until she had to be there. She flopped down onto one of the couches, not
really caring if she wrinkled up her gown. Her head rested on the arm and her fingers brushed the carpet as a yawn escaped her lips. Her eyes
began to close as she started to claim her yet again, when a very hard and heavy body landed on her stomach. She opened a single lid and glared
at Draco, her brown hue bloodshot.
"What the fuck was the meaning of that Draconis..."
"You were falling asleep! I had to wake you!"
"Have you ever heard of, oh I don't know, whispering my name?"
"Nope!"
She snorted and very easily shoved him off her lap. "Ya big lug..."
He grinned widely up to her and got to his feet, brushing any imaginary dirt off his bum. "We need to get outside soon."
"I know...I don't really want to though."
"Why? I though you two were friends."
Mynee snorted again and shifted so she was sitting up. "Yeah right, I hated the little bitch. I was only doing my duty as a prefect when I tried to
save her."
His mind went back to that conversation he had overheard and kept the doubtful look out of his eyes, but not out of his mind. She looked at him,
picking up on those vibes and stored them away to mull over later. She stared off into space for a moment, and then reached out a hand for him
to take. Draco pulled her up and wrapped an arm around her waist, his palm resting on her hip. For a brief moment she rested her head on his
shoulder and then they walked out of the common room.
Mynee stood at the podium, to her left and right rows of sad looking people. As the "best friend" of Ginny's brother and the person who had
tried to save her, she was obligated to say something at the funeral. She looked at everyone and dug her nails into the soft wood. She felt no
sadness that Ginny was dead; in actuality she was extremely happy that she was gone. She did not want to pretend...She did not want to put on
a mask. She closed her eyes for a moment, forcing tears to well up. When she opened her lids, her hues sparkled with unshed tears. She took in a
shaky breath and met the eyes of all the nearest people.
"Virginia Weasley was a friend to everyone. She was my friend from the moment I met her almost seven years ago. Everyone who knew her knows
that she was a loving person. We will all miss her. But, though our hearts ache for her to return, she will live on forever in the memories of those
who loved her." She paused and looked right at Potter. "For some of us, letting go will be harder. And for those of us who won't be letting go,
beware." Everyone looked confused, with the exception of Dumbledore.
She smiled slightly and stepped away from the podium, forcing the tears to over flow her eyes, trickling down her cheeks. Draco pulled her into his
arms and held her as her body shook with the force of her fake tears. Other people went up and spoke, but Mynee ignored them. When the
speaking was over, she took the black rose she had grabbed while passing the green houses. She looked down at the casket, closed so the sight
of Ginny's mangled body was hidden from view, and whispered under her breath.
"Fly with wings spread to the Goddess, She will protect you now." She then dropped the rose onto the dark wood and walked off. Draco caught up
with her and lightly touched her shoulder, concern written on his face.
"Are you okay? I thought you didn't like her..."
"I don't Draco, I was just pretending. I'm going to go do homework now, please leave me alone." She murmured softly.
That familiar darkness of depression was creeping up on her soul as her mind went back to Ginny's last words. Just before she had died she had
broken free of Mynee's control...
"This is not the last time you will see me..."
Mynee shuddered as she remembered and did not hear someone else coming up behind her. Something hit her hard in the back of the head and she
crumpled to her knees, her vision darkening severely. Potter stood above her, his green eyes a light with madness. She silently cursed that she
had taken a less used path back up to the castle and gulped thickly.
"I don't know what you are Bunny, but you won't live to see this school year end. You killed my Ginny, it's your turn to die."
Even in her semi-unconscious state she managed to let out a dark chuckle. Her vision narrowed dangerously and she fell forward onto her hands,
her body on the verge of collapse. Her form shook horribly as she looked up at him with red eyes. "You cannot kill me Potter. No mortal can..."
He looked at her, his brows snapping together. He raised his wand and pointed it right between her eyes. "I don't know what that means, so I'm
going to ignore it. I'm going to kill you now, any last words?"
Mynee silently thanked the Goddess she was a Vampyre as her concussion healed and her vision cleared. She emptied her mind and looked up at
Potter with livid eyes. She rose fluid to her feet and seemed to tower above him, glaring. She tapped him between the eyes and it was his turn to
fall to his knees. She looked down at him with disdain, snatching his wand from his fingers and tossing it away.
"Yeah, I actually do. If you're gonna kill someone, do it, don't talk about it." She turned on her heel and strode towards the castle, silently fuming.
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crappery Episode...Eighteen is it? Wow, writing faster then I thought. Okay, there is a scene in this episode that might upset some of you lovely readers. I dunno, it's not as descriptive as some of the other things in this story, but it still might be upsetting. So if anything else in this story has been so to you, please don't hesitate to email me at whitemagicwiccayahoo.com for the summary of this chapter! Umm...That's it for now.
zenni: Worship me? I feel special!
littoxkigga: Hit me with a sponge will you? Not if I smack you with a herring first!
Mojo the Rock Chick Munchkin: Is it now? Well, you'll find out...
Crazedgurl1291: Perhaps...Or maybe he'll just contemplate it until he finds out the truth.
jungie: Nobody knows who will die next, well, except for me...Perhaps it's Smoke...Perhaps...
FunnyCatGirl: Thank you so much!
LorSparrow: Thank you!
Jakalaki: I got both your reviews, thanks a bunch. Most of your questions will be answer in later episodes...Yeah, let's hope Furion isn't bad...She'd be all alone with the exception of Malfoy. She should probably tell Malfoy, that'd be the right thing to do. But since when does our Mynee do the right thing?
dyth: Perhaps I will...
gottalovedrakie: sighs You never know what Smoke will do...
Honey Mocha Citrus: pets your head
zoogerbas1: Yeah, I really like the play so I decided I'd make a tribute to Shakespeare in my own little story.
ROsE-ofHeL: Draco seems to overreact all the time...Furion is a pivotal character, without him the story wouldn't go where I need it to go...
SweetCheeksDracoLuver: That whole voice thing is important, but I can't say what it is now, and there's something in Mynee's Vampyre blood that attracts the magic in the snitch. It makes Quidditch a whole bunch easier for her.
Jessi: grins
YamiClara: Let's hope so...
Shea LaRoc: I will!
Le joint philosophique: Yeah...no offence taken. I don't speak French and the site is kinda crappy...
dreamingmaggie: Draco always thought well of Hermione, but due to his father he could never show his admiration for her. As they got older that affection turned into something more and he was able to express those feelings when Voldie died. So he just kissed her out of the blue. It kinda helped that Mynee liked him. Kay, it took so long for her black eye to heal because the less serious the injury, the longer it takes to heal. For example, when she fell off the broom she seriously screwed some stuff up inside of her so she healed up faster. Hope that helps!
Shiva Prime: First of all, I really like your name. It's cool. Thanks!
Amanda Hughes: Thank you!! Hope this is fast enough!
Phew, lotsa reviews. Thank you so much everyone!!
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Funeral Tears, Chapter Eighteen
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Draco's fists clenched as he strode after Mynee, fury in every inch of his body. How dare she, his girlfriend, flirt with another guy? She was
supposed to worship him, kiss the ground where he once stood...He corrected himself. All the other girls he had dated had been like that, Hermione
Granger was different. She was her own person who was with him simply because she enjoyed his company, not because she wanted to be
shagged, or at least not just that. His brows furrowed as she stopped in front of the dormitory portrait, pausing to remember the password.
"Drage av hengivenhet." She murmured quietly, absently brushing at a grass stain on her canary yellow practice robes.
He crept forward and slipped in after her, silently fuming. They needed to talk about her "chat" with that Montague guy. As she was passing one
of the couches, he abruptly pushed her down onto it. A soft squeak erupted her, and if Draco was paying enough attention to her he would have
noticed that she did not take in a lungful of air afterwards, and she glared up at him.
"What the fuck Draco?"
He took a deep breath, trying to control the urge to start screaming at her. His eyes closed and they he looked at her with a strangely calm gaze.
"Why were you flirting with Montague?"
She looked at him like a cow at an oncoming train. "What?"
"You were flirting with Montague, why?" He repeated.
She dropped her broom onto the plush carpet and her face went into her hands. He took this as a sign of guilt. He closed the distance between
them and grabbed her wrists with a bruising force, pulling them away from her face.
"Wasn't I good enough for you Hermione? Do you have to flirt with every guy that passes you? At least all the other girls..." His voice had that
nasty, unfeeling tone he had spoken to her with when they were younger.
All traces of the tender affection it usually held when he talked to her was completely gone. A quiet gasp of pain came from her and with a
strength no mortal could ever possess, she ripped her arms from his grasp. The milky white flesh of her wrists was marred by two angry, rapidly
bruising hand prints. She turned sad eyes up to him, wrapping her arms around herself as memories flooded into her consciousness.
"I wasn't flirting with him Draco. Furion isn't interested."
"Sure he wasn't. He was just staring at you like a dog at a hunk of meat."
"He wasn't interested! Why won't you believe me? Nobody ever believes me..."
"Yeah, cause you're a lying bit..."
"Shut up! I am not lying! Furion is gay you stupid bastard! He's just my friend! If you had let me tell you my side before you exploded in my face,
you might not have resorted to bruising my wrists and calling me names!" She shrieked, rubbing her injured flesh.
Draco suddenly felt like such an idiot. The one girl who had looked past his looks and tried to get to know the real Draco, who had actually trusted
him, had been telling the truth and he was just too thick to see it. Mynee saw the realization dawn upon him and the fear that he would really
loose her for good flash into his eyes. Down came the walls he had built around himself moments before and the very vulnerable, surprisingly
innocent, charming, and real Draco shone through. He dropped to his knees beside her, a pleading expression on his face.
"I am so sorry Hermione...I just saw you two looking so happy together and laughing. I just jumped to the wrong conclusions...Please, please forgive
me..."
She looked at him and, however clichéd it was, she felt the ice growing in her heart melt enough for her to accept him back, if only for the
moment.
"All right Draco." She murmured softly. "I'll forgive you, but on one condition." She waited for him to nod, when he did she continued. "Never jump
to conclusions or listen to what anybody else says about me, it, in all likelihoods, won't be true. Okay?"
He did not even pause to think about the terms he was agreeing to. "Yes, I agree completely."
A very soft sigh escaped her lips and she reached a hand up to touch his cheek, revealing the discoloration of her flesh. He saw it and quickly
pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as if his embrace could heal her. He did not see the bruises fade and leave only pure white skin its
place.
"I hurt you..."
"It's all right Draco, they're fine now."
"How can you even stand to be in my presence after I've done that to you? How can you be here when you know I could kill you at any moment?"
"I have nothing to fear in you. You are my Draconis Agamemnon Nickolas Malfoy (hehe...his initials are DAMN! Hehhee...), and I do not fear you."
He smiled to her and hugged her tighter, their feelings for each other seeming to grow stronger by the minute.
(AN: Blerg, so buggery fluffy...shudders trust me my pets, it will not all be like this...this episode will be getting darker very soon.)
A woman, appearing to be no older then eighteen, lay on a bed surrounded by several other females, all scurrying about her. She let out a
soft cry of pain and clenched the sheets, a dribble of blood coming from her parted legs. One of the ladies ran to her and began smoothing her
hair, murmuring quiet words of comfort into her ear.
"Calm my child, your babe will come soon."
"But...It...Hurts..." The other said through clenched teeth, her voice a whimper.
"Aye, it does, especially the first time. Just keep breathing, it is almost time."
A few minutes passed and Mynee crept closer to the bed, looked at the prone woman. She had dull brown hair, her cheeks were frightening pale,
but there was something eerily familiar about her eyes. The lids snapped open and their almost identical hues met. The woman on the bed let
out an unearthly shriek of agony, mouthing silent words to Mynee, and then the sharp smell of blood entered the room. Only Mynee saw the faint
predatory looks momentarily coming onto the other females' faces before one reached for the oncoming babe. The cry of a newborn echoed in
the room and the one on the bed pushed herself into a sitting position, watching the other clean her baby. When the lady had finished she weakly
outstretched her arms, her eyes shining.
"My baby, please, give me my baby."
The one holding the squalling child blinked slowly and then began to back towards the door.
"Where are you going?? Please, give me my baby!" The woman's voice held extreme urgency and the beginning of panic.
The female holding the babe shook her head quickly and clutched it tighter to her chest. "No."
Mynee went to touch one of the women's shoulders, but found, much like a pensieve, her hand went right through her.
The lady on the bed began to cry, great gasping sobs coming from her. "P- Please...Don't take my baby from me!"
Everyone in the room, with the exception of the one who had comforted her, looked at her with distaste. Just as the only one who was on the
mother's side was about to snatch the baby away, all the women disappeared. The mother on the bed let out an unearthly cry of anguish and
dissolved into sobs. The other went to her quickly and pulled her into a tight embrace.
"We will find your babe Her..."
Mynee awoke from her slumber, her body drenched in sweat. That had been one of the strangest dreams she had ever had. She dropped
her face into her hands as the vision of the night passed over her mind's eye. Her form shook slightly as she remembered the hues of the woman
who had given birth. They had been so similar to her own, except they seemed...older. She shuddered and pushed herself out of her tangled
crimson sheets, sighing in relief when her feet were surrounded by the plush plum carpet. She padded toward the bathroom, a feeling of foreboding
settling down over her soul. She felt as if that dream had been a prelude to something, but that was utter nonsense. She definitely would not be
having children in the near, or distant, future. She brushed some of her brown hair over her shoulder as she opened the door and walked onto the
freezing tile floor. As she walked over to the shower, she noticed there was a note stuck to the frame of the mirror. Her brow furrowed as she
plucked the piece of folded parchment away and quickly sat on the lip of the tub so she could read it.
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Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy;
Today at three o'clock in the afternoon, Ms. Weasley's funeral will be held. Classes have been canceled for the day, so do not worry about
missing anything. It will be on the Hogwarts grounds below the largest oak tree beside the lake. Please be prompt so you can pay your respects
to her memory.
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Yours truly,
Professor Dumbledore
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Mynee snorted darkly and balled the parchment up, tossing it into the bathtub. She shook her head she padded towards the shower. Why the fuck
would she ever want to go to that little bitch's funeral? The more rational part of her mind, Nebel, chimed in.
'Don't forget you have to put up the appearance you were trying to save her...You have to pretend that you are mourning her death.
She ignored it and shrugged out of her night clothes and stepped under the jet of steaming hot water, a sigh coming from her. She began to scrub
her body and hair with handfuls of soap, letting her mind drift.
Draco crept into the bathroom after hearing his girlfriend turn the shower on. The little boy that had been locked away deep within him
seemed to always come out when he was around Hermione. He went over to the loo and started flushing it repetitively. Moments later a high
pitched shriek came from the shower and the glass door flew open. A claw like hand groped around for a moment for one of the massive fluffy
black towels from the rack and pulled back into the stall, the water turning off. A very pissed Hermione tumbled out of the shower, water
streaming down her neck and disappearing into the towel. When she saw him she rolled her eyes and planted her hands on her hips. Luckily, she
had secured the towel around herself so it did not fall.
"Real mature Draco, real mature."
He grinned childishly at her and skipped towards her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Yep! That's me!"
"Gerrof me ya big lug, I want to go back to bed."
"But we have classes Her-my-o-ninny!"
"Oh don't you start..." She said, smacking his bicep playfully. "For your information, it's Weaslette's funeral today. We don't have any classes. So
actually, I can go back to bed until two."
"What time is the funeral?"
She extricated herself from his grip and motioned vaguely behind her to the balled up piece of parchment. "In the tub. See you in the morning."
"But it is the morning! It's," he checked his watch, "five!"
"As I said, see you in the morning." Her normal morning crankiness, some would see it as being completely anti-social, coming in full swing.
Draco smiled widely to her and kissed her lips lightly, then danced like in the way a happy little boy would back to his room. She shook her head
slowly and quickly dressed herself in her discarded pajamas. She did not know what she had done in her life to deserve such a nice a boyfriend,
but she was glad she had him. That sense of foreboding was gone, right along with the sweat that had accompanied it.
Mynee slept for another eight and a half hours, lying abed for the last thirty minutes. She dressed herself in a tight fitting black dress, little
droplets of once liquid silver dropped on the hem and the cuffs of her swallow tailed sleeves. She left her thick hair down and went into the
common room, a bored expression on her face. She had half an hour until she had to be there. She flopped down onto one of the couches, not
really caring if she wrinkled up her gown. Her head rested on the arm and her fingers brushed the carpet as a yawn escaped her lips. Her eyes
began to close as she started to claim her yet again, when a very hard and heavy body landed on her stomach. She opened a single lid and glared
at Draco, her brown hue bloodshot.
"What the fuck was the meaning of that Draconis..."
"You were falling asleep! I had to wake you!"
"Have you ever heard of, oh I don't know, whispering my name?"
"Nope!"
She snorted and very easily shoved him off her lap. "Ya big lug..."
He grinned widely up to her and got to his feet, brushing any imaginary dirt off his bum. "We need to get outside soon."
"I know...I don't really want to though."
"Why? I though you two were friends."
Mynee snorted again and shifted so she was sitting up. "Yeah right, I hated the little bitch. I was only doing my duty as a prefect when I tried to
save her."
His mind went back to that conversation he had overheard and kept the doubtful look out of his eyes, but not out of his mind. She looked at him,
picking up on those vibes and stored them away to mull over later. She stared off into space for a moment, and then reached out a hand for him
to take. Draco pulled her up and wrapped an arm around her waist, his palm resting on her hip. For a brief moment she rested her head on his
shoulder and then they walked out of the common room.
Mynee stood at the podium, to her left and right rows of sad looking people. As the "best friend" of Ginny's brother and the person who had
tried to save her, she was obligated to say something at the funeral. She looked at everyone and dug her nails into the soft wood. She felt no
sadness that Ginny was dead; in actuality she was extremely happy that she was gone. She did not want to pretend...She did not want to put on
a mask. She closed her eyes for a moment, forcing tears to well up. When she opened her lids, her hues sparkled with unshed tears. She took in a
shaky breath and met the eyes of all the nearest people.
"Virginia Weasley was a friend to everyone. She was my friend from the moment I met her almost seven years ago. Everyone who knew her knows
that she was a loving person. We will all miss her. But, though our hearts ache for her to return, she will live on forever in the memories of those
who loved her." She paused and looked right at Potter. "For some of us, letting go will be harder. And for those of us who won't be letting go,
beware." Everyone looked confused, with the exception of Dumbledore.
She smiled slightly and stepped away from the podium, forcing the tears to over flow her eyes, trickling down her cheeks. Draco pulled her into his
arms and held her as her body shook with the force of her fake tears. Other people went up and spoke, but Mynee ignored them. When the
speaking was over, she took the black rose she had grabbed while passing the green houses. She looked down at the casket, closed so the sight
of Ginny's mangled body was hidden from view, and whispered under her breath.
"Fly with wings spread to the Goddess, She will protect you now." She then dropped the rose onto the dark wood and walked off. Draco caught up
with her and lightly touched her shoulder, concern written on his face.
"Are you okay? I thought you didn't like her..."
"I don't Draco, I was just pretending. I'm going to go do homework now, please leave me alone." She murmured softly.
That familiar darkness of depression was creeping up on her soul as her mind went back to Ginny's last words. Just before she had died she had
broken free of Mynee's control...
"This is not the last time you will see me..."
Mynee shuddered as she remembered and did not hear someone else coming up behind her. Something hit her hard in the back of the head and she
crumpled to her knees, her vision darkening severely. Potter stood above her, his green eyes a light with madness. She silently cursed that she
had taken a less used path back up to the castle and gulped thickly.
"I don't know what you are Bunny, but you won't live to see this school year end. You killed my Ginny, it's your turn to die."
Even in her semi-unconscious state she managed to let out a dark chuckle. Her vision narrowed dangerously and she fell forward onto her hands,
her body on the verge of collapse. Her form shook horribly as she looked up at him with red eyes. "You cannot kill me Potter. No mortal can..."
He looked at her, his brows snapping together. He raised his wand and pointed it right between her eyes. "I don't know what that means, so I'm
going to ignore it. I'm going to kill you now, any last words?"
Mynee silently thanked the Goddess she was a Vampyre as her concussion healed and her vision cleared. She emptied her mind and looked up at
Potter with livid eyes. She rose fluid to her feet and seemed to tower above him, glaring. She tapped him between the eyes and it was his turn to
fall to his knees. She looked down at him with disdain, snatching his wand from his fingers and tossing it away.
"Yeah, I actually do. If you're gonna kill someone, do it, don't talk about it." She turned on her heel and strode towards the castle, silently fuming.
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