Disclaimer: Weeee! Nope, I still don't own it. Curse it all.
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Crappery: Okay, I know I updated yesterday, but I'm leaving for Europe in...Two weeks and I need to get this story done before then and upload the first episode of the sequel before I leave. So, the rest of the story is going to be relatively fast paced and I'm only going to be covering the really really really important things. Um, so I've narrowed it down from fifteen more episodes to about seven or eight. So all in all, it'll be about thirty eight or something. –rubs neck- I'll be uploading every day or two, so read and review quickly!
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Horsemaster1: Really? I'd get into trouble all the time then. Thanks!
Mojo the Rock Chick Munchkin: -smiles- I hope what I gave you was enough.
Chrissy: Furion is Hermione's gay best friend. Perhaps he will...
NitenGale: Many things...
SweetCheeksDracoLuver: I think he is too, but shush...No one else is supposed to know!
FunnyCatGirl: -grins- I can't tell you, but you'll find out soon enough.
lady-sanctuary: Well, if she dies in the end there'll be no sequel...And there is one.
dacohermionefan: Will do.
LosOjosDeLaVida: Ooohhh...I thought it said ogos...That's so cool, that's a really awesome name! Oh I have something up me sleeves, I promise you that!!
anonymous: Later on. I'm not sure if I'll ever let the school know about Mynee's immortal state.
Miss Elvira: -grins- Constant insults are my specialty...Sorta...
Samantha: Thank you so much! You don't know how much that means to me...- grins sheepishly- I'm fourteen. I've been writing since I was eleven. It's pretty much all I do. Really the only thing I'm even semi-good at.
Tigoamy: -laughs- I actually based the character Brad on one of my best friends Bradley. She is hyper all the time and threatened to eat my foot if I didn't put her in my story...So there she is. Hmm...Sorry about the no violence in the previous chapter, but there is some in this one. And I love rants, Goddess knows I do it enough!
Heikaru: That is SO awesome! I can insult my friends now! Wee! Ehehehe...Well, it's kinda slow for me.
gottalovedrakie: That sound's exactly like mine. She found some stuff out about me that freaked her out and she didn't let me get on for a couple days. It nearly killed me...I wrote for about three hours straight to get rid of my migraine. I hate those bloody things...Get them if I don't write at least once a day.
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Valentine's Match, Chapter Thirty One
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January slowly melted in the beginnings of February, leaving the Castle in a state of pre-Valentines day frenzy. It also probably did not help
that the Hufflepuff vs. Gryffindor match was on the very same day as the holiday. Six in the afternoon the day before found Mynee sitting on her
broom in the middle of an extremely strong wind storm. Smoke of was hovering about, trying to shout out orders and play instructions to the rest
of his team, but his voice was caught by the screaming breezes, whipped away. She looked blearily around, wishing furiously that she could be
back inside of the Castle, wrapped up in a blanket, or better yet wrapped up in Draco. A slight blush settled over her features as she began to
remember late nights spent with him. She grinned stupidly as her hues surveyed the pitch for a glimmer of gold that would give her ticket to return
to the locker rooms and take a nice long, very hot, shower. She heard someone let out a guffaw of laughter to her right and she quickly turned
around, ready to reprimand one of her team mates for not paying attention. Furion was a few meters to her side, tears beginning to form in the
corners of his eyes. She scowled angrily at him, her cheeks still pink from the wind. She checked to make sure Smoke was preoccupied with a
Chaser before flying over to her friend and hitting him hard over the head with a padding encased wrist.
"What's so damn funny?"
"Y-You!" He stammered, simultaneously rubbing his sore head and laughing like a deranged baboon.
"And why am I so bloody funny?"
"It was soooo clear what you were thinking! Your face got all dreamy and then your cheeks got even redder! So you two finally did it?"
Mynee blushed harder, suddenly quite unhappy that she had fed the night before. She glared at him and planted her hands on her hips, keeping her
broom steady by clenching her thighs around it. "Shut up you nasty little bastard. Draco and my goings on do not concern you. I don't have to tell
you about them."
For a moment he was silent. "So you have had done it! Well done girl! You couldn't be a virgin forever!"
She looked down at the far off ground, muttering under her breath. "Fan- bloody-tastic. Now that he knows, the entire school will by the end of
the day."
He heard this and clapped her on the shoulder with a wind chapped hand. "I won't spread it around the school luv! It'll be our little secret."
"But you can't keep secrets! Well, not one like this."
He pressed his hand against his heart in mock agony. "Cannot believe you think so lowly of me Madame!"
"Mistress you man whore!"
"Madame." He said with a grin. "I am your secret keeper! I never tell any of your secrets!"
A brow rose. "You never tell about my secrets? That is a blatant lie! Remember that time I told you about that dream I had?"
He thought for a second and then grinned. "Oh yeah, that one."
"Yeah. You passed it on to Draco about what, ten minutes after told you about it! That particular fantasy wasn't supposed to reach his ears!
Though, now that I think back on it, it did rather...No! Not gonna go there."
Furion started laughing again. "But it helped you in the long run! So, what is Draco like in the sack? Sadly he prefers your gender, so I've never
gotten a chance."
Mynee glowered at him and took her wand out of the innermost pocket of her practice robes. She smacked her friend's shoulder with it, a swishing
noise humming in the air as it moved too fast for him to see properly.
"Not going to tell you, you perverted little poo. I'm sure you could go ask Parkinson about it. She'd be glad to tell you and probably anyone else for
that matter." A scowl over took her pinkish face as she mentioned that name and shoved her wand back into her robes. "Actually, don't ask her.
I'd rather you not know about what happens in his room."
"Just his room?"
"Furion! Stop being a perv! I'm not going to tell you! I know you're horribly frustrated, but cease and desist! This is my own bloody personal life!"
"Bloody?"
"Oh fucking hell!" She shrieked.
Normally his constant badgering to get information like that out of her did not bother her in the slightest, but she was horribly nervous about the
game the next day because it would tip the balance on whether or not Hufflepuff would play for the Cup. It also probably did not help that she was
almost sick with nerves about Valentines. Draco had promised her a special night, but he had a rather demented view on what things were
'special'. She thought back to the day after New Years. He had taken her on a 'special' trek out into Hogsmeade and spent the entire day chasing
her around the Shrieking Shack, pretending he was the ghost. She, of course, knew that this was not true and that Lupin had been the supposed
ghost, but he had nearly scared her shitless when he had jumped from a trap door in the ceiling and come close to flattening her on the floor. Then
again, she was touched he would let that playful childlike part of him out around her and on the other hand she knew anything he would take the
time to plan ahead for would be wonderful. Mynee sighed and ran a hand through her hair, not really caring that she was getting the already
tangled locks even more knotted.
"What's the matter luv?" Furion said quietly, his playful manner gone the moment he saw her seemingly upset.
"Nothing. I'm just nervous, really nervous. This is our last chance to get the Cup...It'll be Hufflepuff first in what, fifty years or something?"
He smiled to her. "We're the best team in fifty years. We'll win this time and show the school that we aren't a load of dunderheads who aren't good
at anything."
A look of faint guilt crossed her face. Before she got to know the Hufflepuffs she had thought that's what they all were. He leaned across the
space between their brooms and wrapped an arm around her shoulders in a tender hug.
"It's okay. I understand. We all get reputations we don't want just because we're in a house. You don't have to be ashamed of the fact that you
bowed down to the stereotype placed upon my house. You know the truth now and that's all that matters."
"Yeah...I'm still sorry."
"It's all right, you get used to it after a while. I don't care anymore. We'll show them all this year."
It was right then she saw how important this win was to her honorary house. When she pulled away from the hug, her hands were clenched. Her
nails bit into her flesh and watery black blood tricked from her fists and fell to the ground below.
"We will win the House Cup this year Furion. I promise you that." Her friend smiled to her again.
"I know we will. Oh look, there's the snitch."
The annoying little golden ball had appeared out of nowhere and fluttered like a disturbed hummingbird around her head. "Stupid thing." She
grumbled as she snatched it out of the air.
She looked down at Smoke and waved her fist about, trying to get his attention. "Smoke!" She hollered. "I got the little bugger! Time to go in
now!!"
He did not hear her. She let out a groan and threw a look at Furion. "I hate Scottish weather. See ya later luv." He nodded and blew her a kiss.
She laughed and mock caught it, slipping it into her pocket. She shook her head in amusement and flew down to where the Captain was screeching
himself hoarse and a Jubilee. She hit him with her balled up fist, the snitch fluttering pathetically.
"Oi! Smoke, we can go in now! I've caught it. It's fucking cold out here and I've lost all the feeling in my ass."
He whipped his around to scream at her and then saw the glitter of gold in her hand. His brow snapped together and he snatched it away from her.
"Right. Team!" He hollered. "Practice is over."
With that he flew towards the locker rooms, leaving his team suspended in mid air. She heaved a sigh and slowly returned to the earth, ready for a
nice long shower to beat the lingering ache out of her muscles.
That night Mynee was sprawled out on her bed, her eyes half closed as she willed herself to go to sleep. Just as her lids began to droop,
she heard her door open and then close quietly. She curled up tighter underneath her thick blanket, trying to fight her nerves away. After the
game the next day there would be the Talent Show and a Ball. The Ball would take place while people performed and would last until two in the
morning. She also had debilitating stage fright about the song she was going to perform for the entire school. Normally she would be fine, but she
had written this song and put it to the music of one of her favourite songs. She had created it the night after she had slept with Draco, the time
had been perfect. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she pressed her head against her pillow. She felt the bed dip slightly as someone got in with her
and press her against a firm chest. A hand draped possessively over her waist as the other curled some of her hair around a finger.
"Hey Draco." She muttered sleepily.
"You okay love?"
"Just nervous."
"About what? I know you'll win in the game tomorrow. You're a much better Seeker then Potter."
"Thanks, but also about the Talent Show. The song...I don't know if anyone will like it."
"I know I will. I love everything you do."
A faint smile crossed her lips. "I know, but I wrote the lyrics and they're kinda personal and I'm afraid people will laugh at me." Underneath her
hardcore, 'I don't give a damn' attitude, she really was just an insecure, lost little girl.
He gently kissed her neck. "You'll do wonderfully. I didn't know you could sing...I've never heard you."
"I don't do it much. I used to be in the choir here, but I dropped out last year when I was offered a major solo."
"Why?" He whispered quietly.
"My relationship with Weasley and Potter was rocky then and I was terrified that if I proved to be better than Potter in any other subject he would
ditch me. W-Ron would have done the same thing...He obviously favours Potter more than me. I was silly wasn't I?"
"No, just afraid of being alone. Its okay, you'll never be alone again Hermione. I'll always be here for you."
"Love you Draco. Remember that? No matter what happens, please remember that I'll never stop loving you. You never need to ever doubt that."
"Love you too pet. I don't know why you think I'll think you don't love me anymore...I know you will care about me forever." Draco tightened his
hold on her as he thought something. "This doesn't have anything to do with you dying does it? I remember you telling me you had to die or
something like that..."
Mynee quickly shook her head, accidentally hitting his face with some of her hair. "No, I just have a bad feeling that something will happen soon
and you'll hate me."
"I will never hate you. I've never hated you."
"But..."
"I was jealous, but I never hated you. I disliked you greatly at times, but never hate."
She sighed quietly and the two of them were quiet for some time, simply listening to the other breathe. It was probably a good thing she had
gotten into the habit of breathing like she when she was alive. Even though she did not have to pretend around him anymore, something inside of
her kept her acting like a human. The intellectual part of her brain told her it was a defensive mechanism. She snuggled backwards into his chest,
marveling at the warmth rolling off of him.
"I'm going to go to sleep now." She muttered quietly through her tired haze.
He kissed the flesh beneath her ear. "All right, sleep well. You need it. I wouldn't want you falling off of your broom or fainting on the stage.
Tomorrow's a big day. Good luck my love."
"Thanks..." She murmured quietly before drifting off into a foggy slumber filled with embarrassing dreams and memories.
An alarm clock beeped somewhere close to her head and she let out a groan of protest. One of her hands slipped out of the toasty warm
cocoon her blankets had formed around them and slapped the machine, trying to make it stop. Her wandering fingers found the much abused
button and silenced the obnoxious noise. She settled back into the heat, grumbling under her breath.
"Stupid machinery...Should all be burnt on a stick. It's still night time. Must sleep more..." Just as she slipped away again, a gasp sounded by her
ear. "Wha??" She said groggily.
"Hermione, it's almost nine in the morning. Doesn't the game start at nine?"
She blatantly ignored him, quite used to him lying to her in his attempts to get her out of bed. "Shadup Draco, I know you're lying. It's prolly six.
Lemme sleep." She groaned.
"No, really! I swear I'm not lying! Look at the clock for yourself!"
She pried a lid open, a slightly blood shot hue catching sight of the sickly green, neon numbers. Eight forty three flashed at her.
"Oh FUCK!" She screamed, waking up anyone with one hundred meters up. "Shit fuck damnit hell! I'm gonna be late for the game and then we
won't win!" All traces of drowsiness disappeared as she rolled out of the bed and flew towards the bathroom.
Draco laughed quietly into a pillow and followed her out of bed moments later. Just as his feet touched carpeted floor, the bathroom door slammed
opened and a bedraggled Mynee came out. She tripped as she tried to pull her robes over her head and hold onto her slightly wet gear at the same
time.
"Fucking hell!" She shrieked and looked at her boyfriend. "Draco, damnit stop standing there and help me!!"
"Why?"
"Because I'm going to be late?" She hollered, throwing her arms up into the air, forgetting she was holding her things and watched them fly up and
hit her on the head as they came back down. "Bloody buggery hell, this is not happening!!"
He fought back a grin as he walked over to her and picked up all of her discarded gear and popped it onto the bed. "Calm down Hermione. Let me
throw on some clothes and we'll get you down to the locker rooms in ten minutes. Okay? You can conjure up some breakfast there."
She promptly sat down on the floor, trying to still her hyperventilating breathing. She watched her boyfriend pull on a slightly wrinkled robe and
then pick up her things, tucking them under an arm. He walked over to her and offered her a hand up. The two of them hurried out of the bedroom,
he fighting back peals of laughter.
Mynee sat on one of the hard wooden benches as she fought to put on her gear, finishing buckling up the breast plate. In the back of her
mind she registered how uncomfortable the extremely hard plastic was as it bound her already rather small chest into near flatness. She grumbled
darkly as she rapidly plaited her waist length hair, flicking the bound locks at Furion every time he let a rather feminine giggle escape from his
mouth. Once she was done, she lunged at him, using her momentum to knock them both onto the ground. She straddled his waist and glared darkly
at him, her eyes still extremely blood shot.
"You laugh at me one more time and I swear to the Mother I will castrate you faster then you can say Quidditch, got it?"
He looked up at her and saw the seriousness in her eyes. He nodded meekly and she rolled off of him. He snorted once he was on his feet again
and straightened his robes. "What side of the bed did you wake up on? Cause it's certainly the wrong one."
"Oh shut up ya bastard. My alarm went off late and I fell out of bed."
"Who's bed?"
"Mine!"
"So not Draco's?"
"No not his! But he was...Holy Merlin! Stop trying to get details on my sex life you perv!" She shrieked as she grabbed her broom.
She stalked over to where the rest of the team was, silently fuming at her friend. Someone wrapped their arm around her shoulder and it irked her
to see that it was the Sixth year Jubilee Cenarius smiled brightly to her.
"Hello Hermione!" She squeaked in her chipper voice.
"Cenarius."
"Are you nervous? Cause I'm just sooooo nervous about the game! What if we don't win? Then we won't get a chance for the Cup! I mean, I still
have next year but what about you and Smoke and Montague? It's your last year!!"
Mynee looked at the girl like she was something gross and shrugged her arm off of her, a slight shudder running through her body. "Don't touch me
and yes, I'm nervous about more things than just this."
"What are you scared about?"
"Nothing that concerns you. Please leave me alone."
"Why do you have to be so mean all the time? Why can't you be like all the other girls in the school?"
She snorted darkly. "I pride myself on being different. I don't follow the crowd like a bunch of brainless sheep..." She would have said something
else if Furion had not sidled up and clapped a hand over her mouth.
"Sorry about that Cenarius, she's in a bit of bad mood."
"Bad mood! I'll show you bad..." He applied more pressure, cutting off any other words.
"Yeah, she'll be right as rain in a couple of hours. You just go flirt with Capulet for a little while longer."
The ditsy blond nodded and oozed over to the other chaser, wrapped her arms around his. Mynee scowled fiercely and bit down hard on her
friend's hand, her fangs darting out to pierce his flesh. Just before he jerked it away, a droplet of his blood landed on her tongue. She shut her
mouth quickly, immediately unnerved at the strange taste. It was not human, but then it was. It had the sweetness of a mortal, but then
something which was definitely forbidden. She was shaken out of her dilemma by his colourful cursing.
"What the fuck? Girl, you just bit my hand and made it bleed!"
She smirked at him and flicked her braid over shoulder, forcing all thoughts about the strangeness of his blood out of her mind.
"That's what you get for trying to silence me ya bastard."
All further discussion was cut off by Smoke yelling at everyone to get into position. With a sigh they all moved and waited for the game to begin.
Mynee hovered in midair her eyes searching the pitch fruitlessly for the bloody ball. She had once again thrown up those walls that
canceled whatever attraction it had for her, it actually despised being around her so it made it ever harder for to get it. It was still pretty blustery
outside, but luckily the worst of it had blown over, at least that's what she hoped. As she looked towards the Gryffindor goals, she saw Furion
score. She let out a whoop and clapped her gloved hands together, her cinnamon eyes shining. Someone pulled their broom up relatively close to
hers and the joy in her hues quickly morphed to distaste.
"Oh, it's you." She said coldly.
Potter sneered at her. "Wow, Hufflepuff actually managed to beat Slytherin, but I suspect it's only because you're sleeping with all the players."
"I'm only sleeping with one person in Slytherin, unlike you who's raped all the girls in our year, including the First and Second years."
He snorted. "You are such a conniving bitch."
"Conniving? Have you been the reading dictionary Pothead?"
"I don't smoke pot; you were always the one who got high."
"Is that so? I seem to remember Ginny the resident pothead of Gryffindor and your late night escapades with her. To bad she's dead now." She
said, not caring that her words were rude.
She noticed that his normally gorgeous, even though she loathed him she could say that, vivid green eyes were almost the color of the numbers on
her alarm clock. She hated him and yet she could still feel concerned about him. She silently cursed her conscience as she leaned closer to him,
anxiety in her hues.
"Are you all right? You look like you're going to pass out." She did not get close enough to touch him, just near enough so he could see that she
really meant what she was saying.
For a brief second it seemed like he was going to admit, but the almost friendly look in his face morphed into a mask of anger.
"Don't talk to me you disgusting whore! I do not wish to sully my robes with your mudblood touch." Her eyes widened.
After six years, that insult had stopped sending razor sharp pricks into hearts. She had become near invincible to those words, but hearing them
come out of her ex-best friend's mouth who was not even a pureblood, hurt more than it ever had when Draco had said it.
Any concern she felt for him evaporated in an instant. "I can't believe you Potter! You aren't even a pureblood! You were raised a muggle and your
mother was one! How can you say that and defile her memory?? I thought you loved her!"
"My mother was a good for nothing slut. I was a mistake."
"How can you say that?" She said incredulously. "Your parents loved each other! You were never a mistake! Your parents loved you! They died to
protect you!"
He scowled angrily at her and flew off. Mynee sighed quietly and scrubbed her hands against her eyes. There was something definitely off with
that boy and she did not want to be around when he snapped. A shiver ran through her as she looked moodily around again. She just wanted the
game to be over so she could warm up again. Or in the very least get something to eat considering she had not had time to conjure up even a
piece of toast to munch on before the game had started. She fluttered about high above the rest of the players, swinging her legs like a small,
bored child. The moment she let her attention wander, those walls went down and the snitch came out of obscurity, flying right at her face. She
let out a faint shriek and grabbed it before it could hit her faster then a speeding bullet right between the eyes. A slight scowl crossed her
featured and she never saw his face contort into a sick mask.
That seemed like the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back. Potter's dull eyes flashed dangerously and suddenly his broom was right along
side hers. Mynee let out a gasp as she hands somehow found their way around her neck. It was in this instant she heard whoever was doing
commentary, start screaming hysterical words.
"The Gryffindor Seeker is trying to strangle the Hufflepuff Seeker even thought the game is over! This is a foul! A foul I tell you! Somebody help
her! She can't breathe! Let her go you bastard!"
She silently thanked her lucky stars that no matter how hard he tried to squeeze her throat and even if he broke her windpipe, she would not die.
As she kept on breathing, keeping up her appearance, she saw out of the corner of her eye the entire Hufflepuff team flying like there was no
tomorrow up to help her. That is when she snapped into action and came out of her daze. She whipped her wand out of her robes, having taken up
the habit of keeping it always on her person no matter what, and being unable to talk very well, jabbed it into his eye. His hands unraveled from
her neck, leaving two rapidly purpling bruises.
"Furnunculus." She hissed, a jet of off white light shooting out of its end and hitting him in the face.
A mass of disgusting looking boils appeared on his face the moment it hit him and he once again lunged at her in an attempt to shove her off of her
broom. His hands met her collar bones and he pushed her hard, making her loose her balance and go tumbling. A very quiet squeak erupted from
her mouth as she wind milled with her arms in a feeble attempt to keep herself from falling to the ground. Just as Mynee was about to go tumbling,
someone grabbed her waist and pulled her onto another broom. She took in a deep breath and she leaned against the guy's chest, trying to calm
her erratically beating heart. It always hurt when it pulsed a few times when she got freaked out. She turned her head up to see who had pulled
her away and saw the stony face of Furion.
A faint smile crossed her lips. "Thanks. Can we go back down to the ground now?"
He nodded and smirked as the rest of the team hauled Potter off of his broom. They flew down to the ground and he was passed off to
Dumbledore. Mynee giggled softly as her feet touched the ground and was immediately pulled into a tight hug by someone who smelled very
similarly to Draco. She looked up into his silvery blue eyes and smiled warmly.
"Hello."
"You almost died and that's all you can say to me?!?"
She dropped her eyes to his chest for a moment. "I can't die...At least not by being strangled or falling over one hundred feet." Her voice seemed
rather sad.
He tightened his hold on her and buried his face in her hair. They just for a single moment they forgot about where they were and who they were.
For just a single second they were not a Vampyre and a scared wizard, but two souls terrified of loosing each other.
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Hey everyone, this is a longer episode than yesterday. You should all be so proud of me!! Um, I should have the next episode out by tomorrow. I have it all planned out!!
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Your Lord and Master;
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Crappery: Okay, I know I updated yesterday, but I'm leaving for Europe in...Two weeks and I need to get this story done before then and upload the first episode of the sequel before I leave. So, the rest of the story is going to be relatively fast paced and I'm only going to be covering the really really really important things. Um, so I've narrowed it down from fifteen more episodes to about seven or eight. So all in all, it'll be about thirty eight or something. –rubs neck- I'll be uploading every day or two, so read and review quickly!
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Horsemaster1: Really? I'd get into trouble all the time then. Thanks!
Mojo the Rock Chick Munchkin: -smiles- I hope what I gave you was enough.
Chrissy: Furion is Hermione's gay best friend. Perhaps he will...
NitenGale: Many things...
SweetCheeksDracoLuver: I think he is too, but shush...No one else is supposed to know!
FunnyCatGirl: -grins- I can't tell you, but you'll find out soon enough.
lady-sanctuary: Well, if she dies in the end there'll be no sequel...And there is one.
dacohermionefan: Will do.
LosOjosDeLaVida: Ooohhh...I thought it said ogos...That's so cool, that's a really awesome name! Oh I have something up me sleeves, I promise you that!!
anonymous: Later on. I'm not sure if I'll ever let the school know about Mynee's immortal state.
Miss Elvira: -grins- Constant insults are my specialty...Sorta...
Samantha: Thank you so much! You don't know how much that means to me...- grins sheepishly- I'm fourteen. I've been writing since I was eleven. It's pretty much all I do. Really the only thing I'm even semi-good at.
Tigoamy: -laughs- I actually based the character Brad on one of my best friends Bradley. She is hyper all the time and threatened to eat my foot if I didn't put her in my story...So there she is. Hmm...Sorry about the no violence in the previous chapter, but there is some in this one. And I love rants, Goddess knows I do it enough!
Heikaru: That is SO awesome! I can insult my friends now! Wee! Ehehehe...Well, it's kinda slow for me.
gottalovedrakie: That sound's exactly like mine. She found some stuff out about me that freaked her out and she didn't let me get on for a couple days. It nearly killed me...I wrote for about three hours straight to get rid of my migraine. I hate those bloody things...Get them if I don't write at least once a day.
Thanks for all the reviews everyone, they make me soooooooo happy!
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Valentine's Match, Chapter Thirty One
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January slowly melted in the beginnings of February, leaving the Castle in a state of pre-Valentines day frenzy. It also probably did not help
that the Hufflepuff vs. Gryffindor match was on the very same day as the holiday. Six in the afternoon the day before found Mynee sitting on her
broom in the middle of an extremely strong wind storm. Smoke of was hovering about, trying to shout out orders and play instructions to the rest
of his team, but his voice was caught by the screaming breezes, whipped away. She looked blearily around, wishing furiously that she could be
back inside of the Castle, wrapped up in a blanket, or better yet wrapped up in Draco. A slight blush settled over her features as she began to
remember late nights spent with him. She grinned stupidly as her hues surveyed the pitch for a glimmer of gold that would give her ticket to return
to the locker rooms and take a nice long, very hot, shower. She heard someone let out a guffaw of laughter to her right and she quickly turned
around, ready to reprimand one of her team mates for not paying attention. Furion was a few meters to her side, tears beginning to form in the
corners of his eyes. She scowled angrily at him, her cheeks still pink from the wind. She checked to make sure Smoke was preoccupied with a
Chaser before flying over to her friend and hitting him hard over the head with a padding encased wrist.
"What's so damn funny?"
"Y-You!" He stammered, simultaneously rubbing his sore head and laughing like a deranged baboon.
"And why am I so bloody funny?"
"It was soooo clear what you were thinking! Your face got all dreamy and then your cheeks got even redder! So you two finally did it?"
Mynee blushed harder, suddenly quite unhappy that she had fed the night before. She glared at him and planted her hands on her hips, keeping her
broom steady by clenching her thighs around it. "Shut up you nasty little bastard. Draco and my goings on do not concern you. I don't have to tell
you about them."
For a moment he was silent. "So you have had done it! Well done girl! You couldn't be a virgin forever!"
She looked down at the far off ground, muttering under her breath. "Fan- bloody-tastic. Now that he knows, the entire school will by the end of
the day."
He heard this and clapped her on the shoulder with a wind chapped hand. "I won't spread it around the school luv! It'll be our little secret."
"But you can't keep secrets! Well, not one like this."
He pressed his hand against his heart in mock agony. "Cannot believe you think so lowly of me Madame!"
"Mistress you man whore!"
"Madame." He said with a grin. "I am your secret keeper! I never tell any of your secrets!"
A brow rose. "You never tell about my secrets? That is a blatant lie! Remember that time I told you about that dream I had?"
He thought for a second and then grinned. "Oh yeah, that one."
"Yeah. You passed it on to Draco about what, ten minutes after told you about it! That particular fantasy wasn't supposed to reach his ears!
Though, now that I think back on it, it did rather...No! Not gonna go there."
Furion started laughing again. "But it helped you in the long run! So, what is Draco like in the sack? Sadly he prefers your gender, so I've never
gotten a chance."
Mynee glowered at him and took her wand out of the innermost pocket of her practice robes. She smacked her friend's shoulder with it, a swishing
noise humming in the air as it moved too fast for him to see properly.
"Not going to tell you, you perverted little poo. I'm sure you could go ask Parkinson about it. She'd be glad to tell you and probably anyone else for
that matter." A scowl over took her pinkish face as she mentioned that name and shoved her wand back into her robes. "Actually, don't ask her.
I'd rather you not know about what happens in his room."
"Just his room?"
"Furion! Stop being a perv! I'm not going to tell you! I know you're horribly frustrated, but cease and desist! This is my own bloody personal life!"
"Bloody?"
"Oh fucking hell!" She shrieked.
Normally his constant badgering to get information like that out of her did not bother her in the slightest, but she was horribly nervous about the
game the next day because it would tip the balance on whether or not Hufflepuff would play for the Cup. It also probably did not help that she was
almost sick with nerves about Valentines. Draco had promised her a special night, but he had a rather demented view on what things were
'special'. She thought back to the day after New Years. He had taken her on a 'special' trek out into Hogsmeade and spent the entire day chasing
her around the Shrieking Shack, pretending he was the ghost. She, of course, knew that this was not true and that Lupin had been the supposed
ghost, but he had nearly scared her shitless when he had jumped from a trap door in the ceiling and come close to flattening her on the floor. Then
again, she was touched he would let that playful childlike part of him out around her and on the other hand she knew anything he would take the
time to plan ahead for would be wonderful. Mynee sighed and ran a hand through her hair, not really caring that she was getting the already
tangled locks even more knotted.
"What's the matter luv?" Furion said quietly, his playful manner gone the moment he saw her seemingly upset.
"Nothing. I'm just nervous, really nervous. This is our last chance to get the Cup...It'll be Hufflepuff first in what, fifty years or something?"
He smiled to her. "We're the best team in fifty years. We'll win this time and show the school that we aren't a load of dunderheads who aren't good
at anything."
A look of faint guilt crossed her face. Before she got to know the Hufflepuffs she had thought that's what they all were. He leaned across the
space between their brooms and wrapped an arm around her shoulders in a tender hug.
"It's okay. I understand. We all get reputations we don't want just because we're in a house. You don't have to be ashamed of the fact that you
bowed down to the stereotype placed upon my house. You know the truth now and that's all that matters."
"Yeah...I'm still sorry."
"It's all right, you get used to it after a while. I don't care anymore. We'll show them all this year."
It was right then she saw how important this win was to her honorary house. When she pulled away from the hug, her hands were clenched. Her
nails bit into her flesh and watery black blood tricked from her fists and fell to the ground below.
"We will win the House Cup this year Furion. I promise you that." Her friend smiled to her again.
"I know we will. Oh look, there's the snitch."
The annoying little golden ball had appeared out of nowhere and fluttered like a disturbed hummingbird around her head. "Stupid thing." She
grumbled as she snatched it out of the air.
She looked down at Smoke and waved her fist about, trying to get his attention. "Smoke!" She hollered. "I got the little bugger! Time to go in
now!!"
He did not hear her. She let out a groan and threw a look at Furion. "I hate Scottish weather. See ya later luv." He nodded and blew her a kiss.
She laughed and mock caught it, slipping it into her pocket. She shook her head in amusement and flew down to where the Captain was screeching
himself hoarse and a Jubilee. She hit him with her balled up fist, the snitch fluttering pathetically.
"Oi! Smoke, we can go in now! I've caught it. It's fucking cold out here and I've lost all the feeling in my ass."
He whipped his around to scream at her and then saw the glitter of gold in her hand. His brow snapped together and he snatched it away from her.
"Right. Team!" He hollered. "Practice is over."
With that he flew towards the locker rooms, leaving his team suspended in mid air. She heaved a sigh and slowly returned to the earth, ready for a
nice long shower to beat the lingering ache out of her muscles.
That night Mynee was sprawled out on her bed, her eyes half closed as she willed herself to go to sleep. Just as her lids began to droop,
she heard her door open and then close quietly. She curled up tighter underneath her thick blanket, trying to fight her nerves away. After the
game the next day there would be the Talent Show and a Ball. The Ball would take place while people performed and would last until two in the
morning. She also had debilitating stage fright about the song she was going to perform for the entire school. Normally she would be fine, but she
had written this song and put it to the music of one of her favourite songs. She had created it the night after she had slept with Draco, the time
had been perfect. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she pressed her head against her pillow. She felt the bed dip slightly as someone got in with her
and press her against a firm chest. A hand draped possessively over her waist as the other curled some of her hair around a finger.
"Hey Draco." She muttered sleepily.
"You okay love?"
"Just nervous."
"About what? I know you'll win in the game tomorrow. You're a much better Seeker then Potter."
"Thanks, but also about the Talent Show. The song...I don't know if anyone will like it."
"I know I will. I love everything you do."
A faint smile crossed her lips. "I know, but I wrote the lyrics and they're kinda personal and I'm afraid people will laugh at me." Underneath her
hardcore, 'I don't give a damn' attitude, she really was just an insecure, lost little girl.
He gently kissed her neck. "You'll do wonderfully. I didn't know you could sing...I've never heard you."
"I don't do it much. I used to be in the choir here, but I dropped out last year when I was offered a major solo."
"Why?" He whispered quietly.
"My relationship with Weasley and Potter was rocky then and I was terrified that if I proved to be better than Potter in any other subject he would
ditch me. W-Ron would have done the same thing...He obviously favours Potter more than me. I was silly wasn't I?"
"No, just afraid of being alone. Its okay, you'll never be alone again Hermione. I'll always be here for you."
"Love you Draco. Remember that? No matter what happens, please remember that I'll never stop loving you. You never need to ever doubt that."
"Love you too pet. I don't know why you think I'll think you don't love me anymore...I know you will care about me forever." Draco tightened his
hold on her as he thought something. "This doesn't have anything to do with you dying does it? I remember you telling me you had to die or
something like that..."
Mynee quickly shook her head, accidentally hitting his face with some of her hair. "No, I just have a bad feeling that something will happen soon
and you'll hate me."
"I will never hate you. I've never hated you."
"But..."
"I was jealous, but I never hated you. I disliked you greatly at times, but never hate."
She sighed quietly and the two of them were quiet for some time, simply listening to the other breathe. It was probably a good thing she had
gotten into the habit of breathing like she when she was alive. Even though she did not have to pretend around him anymore, something inside of
her kept her acting like a human. The intellectual part of her brain told her it was a defensive mechanism. She snuggled backwards into his chest,
marveling at the warmth rolling off of him.
"I'm going to go to sleep now." She muttered quietly through her tired haze.
He kissed the flesh beneath her ear. "All right, sleep well. You need it. I wouldn't want you falling off of your broom or fainting on the stage.
Tomorrow's a big day. Good luck my love."
"Thanks..." She murmured quietly before drifting off into a foggy slumber filled with embarrassing dreams and memories.
An alarm clock beeped somewhere close to her head and she let out a groan of protest. One of her hands slipped out of the toasty warm
cocoon her blankets had formed around them and slapped the machine, trying to make it stop. Her wandering fingers found the much abused
button and silenced the obnoxious noise. She settled back into the heat, grumbling under her breath.
"Stupid machinery...Should all be burnt on a stick. It's still night time. Must sleep more..." Just as she slipped away again, a gasp sounded by her
ear. "Wha??" She said groggily.
"Hermione, it's almost nine in the morning. Doesn't the game start at nine?"
She blatantly ignored him, quite used to him lying to her in his attempts to get her out of bed. "Shadup Draco, I know you're lying. It's prolly six.
Lemme sleep." She groaned.
"No, really! I swear I'm not lying! Look at the clock for yourself!"
She pried a lid open, a slightly blood shot hue catching sight of the sickly green, neon numbers. Eight forty three flashed at her.
"Oh FUCK!" She screamed, waking up anyone with one hundred meters up. "Shit fuck damnit hell! I'm gonna be late for the game and then we
won't win!" All traces of drowsiness disappeared as she rolled out of the bed and flew towards the bathroom.
Draco laughed quietly into a pillow and followed her out of bed moments later. Just as his feet touched carpeted floor, the bathroom door slammed
opened and a bedraggled Mynee came out. She tripped as she tried to pull her robes over her head and hold onto her slightly wet gear at the same
time.
"Fucking hell!" She shrieked and looked at her boyfriend. "Draco, damnit stop standing there and help me!!"
"Why?"
"Because I'm going to be late?" She hollered, throwing her arms up into the air, forgetting she was holding her things and watched them fly up and
hit her on the head as they came back down. "Bloody buggery hell, this is not happening!!"
He fought back a grin as he walked over to her and picked up all of her discarded gear and popped it onto the bed. "Calm down Hermione. Let me
throw on some clothes and we'll get you down to the locker rooms in ten minutes. Okay? You can conjure up some breakfast there."
She promptly sat down on the floor, trying to still her hyperventilating breathing. She watched her boyfriend pull on a slightly wrinkled robe and
then pick up her things, tucking them under an arm. He walked over to her and offered her a hand up. The two of them hurried out of the bedroom,
he fighting back peals of laughter.
Mynee sat on one of the hard wooden benches as she fought to put on her gear, finishing buckling up the breast plate. In the back of her
mind she registered how uncomfortable the extremely hard plastic was as it bound her already rather small chest into near flatness. She grumbled
darkly as she rapidly plaited her waist length hair, flicking the bound locks at Furion every time he let a rather feminine giggle escape from his
mouth. Once she was done, she lunged at him, using her momentum to knock them both onto the ground. She straddled his waist and glared darkly
at him, her eyes still extremely blood shot.
"You laugh at me one more time and I swear to the Mother I will castrate you faster then you can say Quidditch, got it?"
He looked up at her and saw the seriousness in her eyes. He nodded meekly and she rolled off of him. He snorted once he was on his feet again
and straightened his robes. "What side of the bed did you wake up on? Cause it's certainly the wrong one."
"Oh shut up ya bastard. My alarm went off late and I fell out of bed."
"Who's bed?"
"Mine!"
"So not Draco's?"
"No not his! But he was...Holy Merlin! Stop trying to get details on my sex life you perv!" She shrieked as she grabbed her broom.
She stalked over to where the rest of the team was, silently fuming at her friend. Someone wrapped their arm around her shoulder and it irked her
to see that it was the Sixth year Jubilee Cenarius smiled brightly to her.
"Hello Hermione!" She squeaked in her chipper voice.
"Cenarius."
"Are you nervous? Cause I'm just sooooo nervous about the game! What if we don't win? Then we won't get a chance for the Cup! I mean, I still
have next year but what about you and Smoke and Montague? It's your last year!!"
Mynee looked at the girl like she was something gross and shrugged her arm off of her, a slight shudder running through her body. "Don't touch me
and yes, I'm nervous about more things than just this."
"What are you scared about?"
"Nothing that concerns you. Please leave me alone."
"Why do you have to be so mean all the time? Why can't you be like all the other girls in the school?"
She snorted darkly. "I pride myself on being different. I don't follow the crowd like a bunch of brainless sheep..." She would have said something
else if Furion had not sidled up and clapped a hand over her mouth.
"Sorry about that Cenarius, she's in a bit of bad mood."
"Bad mood! I'll show you bad..." He applied more pressure, cutting off any other words.
"Yeah, she'll be right as rain in a couple of hours. You just go flirt with Capulet for a little while longer."
The ditsy blond nodded and oozed over to the other chaser, wrapped her arms around his. Mynee scowled fiercely and bit down hard on her
friend's hand, her fangs darting out to pierce his flesh. Just before he jerked it away, a droplet of his blood landed on her tongue. She shut her
mouth quickly, immediately unnerved at the strange taste. It was not human, but then it was. It had the sweetness of a mortal, but then
something which was definitely forbidden. She was shaken out of her dilemma by his colourful cursing.
"What the fuck? Girl, you just bit my hand and made it bleed!"
She smirked at him and flicked her braid over shoulder, forcing all thoughts about the strangeness of his blood out of her mind.
"That's what you get for trying to silence me ya bastard."
All further discussion was cut off by Smoke yelling at everyone to get into position. With a sigh they all moved and waited for the game to begin.
Mynee hovered in midair her eyes searching the pitch fruitlessly for the bloody ball. She had once again thrown up those walls that
canceled whatever attraction it had for her, it actually despised being around her so it made it ever harder for to get it. It was still pretty blustery
outside, but luckily the worst of it had blown over, at least that's what she hoped. As she looked towards the Gryffindor goals, she saw Furion
score. She let out a whoop and clapped her gloved hands together, her cinnamon eyes shining. Someone pulled their broom up relatively close to
hers and the joy in her hues quickly morphed to distaste.
"Oh, it's you." She said coldly.
Potter sneered at her. "Wow, Hufflepuff actually managed to beat Slytherin, but I suspect it's only because you're sleeping with all the players."
"I'm only sleeping with one person in Slytherin, unlike you who's raped all the girls in our year, including the First and Second years."
He snorted. "You are such a conniving bitch."
"Conniving? Have you been the reading dictionary Pothead?"
"I don't smoke pot; you were always the one who got high."
"Is that so? I seem to remember Ginny the resident pothead of Gryffindor and your late night escapades with her. To bad she's dead now." She
said, not caring that her words were rude.
She noticed that his normally gorgeous, even though she loathed him she could say that, vivid green eyes were almost the color of the numbers on
her alarm clock. She hated him and yet she could still feel concerned about him. She silently cursed her conscience as she leaned closer to him,
anxiety in her hues.
"Are you all right? You look like you're going to pass out." She did not get close enough to touch him, just near enough so he could see that she
really meant what she was saying.
For a brief second it seemed like he was going to admit, but the almost friendly look in his face morphed into a mask of anger.
"Don't talk to me you disgusting whore! I do not wish to sully my robes with your mudblood touch." Her eyes widened.
After six years, that insult had stopped sending razor sharp pricks into hearts. She had become near invincible to those words, but hearing them
come out of her ex-best friend's mouth who was not even a pureblood, hurt more than it ever had when Draco had said it.
Any concern she felt for him evaporated in an instant. "I can't believe you Potter! You aren't even a pureblood! You were raised a muggle and your
mother was one! How can you say that and defile her memory?? I thought you loved her!"
"My mother was a good for nothing slut. I was a mistake."
"How can you say that?" She said incredulously. "Your parents loved each other! You were never a mistake! Your parents loved you! They died to
protect you!"
He scowled angrily at her and flew off. Mynee sighed quietly and scrubbed her hands against her eyes. There was something definitely off with
that boy and she did not want to be around when he snapped. A shiver ran through her as she looked moodily around again. She just wanted the
game to be over so she could warm up again. Or in the very least get something to eat considering she had not had time to conjure up even a
piece of toast to munch on before the game had started. She fluttered about high above the rest of the players, swinging her legs like a small,
bored child. The moment she let her attention wander, those walls went down and the snitch came out of obscurity, flying right at her face. She
let out a faint shriek and grabbed it before it could hit her faster then a speeding bullet right between the eyes. A slight scowl crossed her
featured and she never saw his face contort into a sick mask.
That seemed like the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back. Potter's dull eyes flashed dangerously and suddenly his broom was right along
side hers. Mynee let out a gasp as she hands somehow found their way around her neck. It was in this instant she heard whoever was doing
commentary, start screaming hysterical words.
"The Gryffindor Seeker is trying to strangle the Hufflepuff Seeker even thought the game is over! This is a foul! A foul I tell you! Somebody help
her! She can't breathe! Let her go you bastard!"
She silently thanked her lucky stars that no matter how hard he tried to squeeze her throat and even if he broke her windpipe, she would not die.
As she kept on breathing, keeping up her appearance, she saw out of the corner of her eye the entire Hufflepuff team flying like there was no
tomorrow up to help her. That is when she snapped into action and came out of her daze. She whipped her wand out of her robes, having taken up
the habit of keeping it always on her person no matter what, and being unable to talk very well, jabbed it into his eye. His hands unraveled from
her neck, leaving two rapidly purpling bruises.
"Furnunculus." She hissed, a jet of off white light shooting out of its end and hitting him in the face.
A mass of disgusting looking boils appeared on his face the moment it hit him and he once again lunged at her in an attempt to shove her off of her
broom. His hands met her collar bones and he pushed her hard, making her loose her balance and go tumbling. A very quiet squeak erupted from
her mouth as she wind milled with her arms in a feeble attempt to keep herself from falling to the ground. Just as Mynee was about to go tumbling,
someone grabbed her waist and pulled her onto another broom. She took in a deep breath and she leaned against the guy's chest, trying to calm
her erratically beating heart. It always hurt when it pulsed a few times when she got freaked out. She turned her head up to see who had pulled
her away and saw the stony face of Furion.
A faint smile crossed her lips. "Thanks. Can we go back down to the ground now?"
He nodded and smirked as the rest of the team hauled Potter off of his broom. They flew down to the ground and he was passed off to
Dumbledore. Mynee giggled softly as her feet touched the ground and was immediately pulled into a tight hug by someone who smelled very
similarly to Draco. She looked up into his silvery blue eyes and smiled warmly.
"Hello."
"You almost died and that's all you can say to me?!?"
She dropped her eyes to his chest for a moment. "I can't die...At least not by being strangled or falling over one hundred feet." Her voice seemed
rather sad.
He tightened his hold on her and buried his face in her hair. They just for a single moment they forgot about where they were and who they were.
For just a single second they were not a Vampyre and a scared wizard, but two souls terrified of loosing each other.
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Hey everyone, this is a longer episode than yesterday. You should all be so proud of me!! Um, I should have the next episode out by tomorrow. I have it all planned out!!
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Your Lord and Master;
Foamy the Squirrel
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P.S. Blessed be ya'll