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A/N: I thank one and all who have reviewed my stories.
"I'm sorry, cousin," sighed Crystal, placing her arm around Malya as they sat down to eat dinner that evening. "That really rotten luck you've got."
"Tell me about it," sighed Malya. "Why did I have to change into a unicorn? More importantly, why did he have to change into a bloody dragon? Draco bloody Malfoy, of all people."
"Wow, you're really mad, aren't you?" asked Crystal.
"How could you tell?" asked Malya sarcastically.
"Two things," said Crystal. "Your use of bloody, and again, your use of the word bloody."
"Yeah, I agree," said Lucio from across the table. "I don't think I've ever seen you this mad. I know you've only used the word bloody once before, and that was the time Crystal and I came over to your house to meet the guy you had a crush on and Crystal smacked him over the head with the dead fish from her plate."
"I had my reasons," said Crystal. "First of all, that creep was coming onto me right in front of Malya. Second of all, I hate salmon."
"I've got to go now," sighed Malya, getting up. "It's getting late and I still have to meet with Professor Dumbledore about creating some sort of password or something for my new h-e-double hockey sticks." Malya stood up and started for Dumbledores office.
"Well, she can't be all mad," said Crystal once Malya had gone. "After all, she still isn't cursing. Bloody isn't a curse word, technically."
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Malya made her way to the stone statue that she had only seen once that year and that was when she had to retrieve the headmaster to recover Professor McGonagal from that locked watch curse. That memory still gave her nightmares sometimes.
Just as she was about to utter the password, someone shoved hard into her right shoulder.
"Watch where you're going, you mudblood," Draco snarled.
"I will if it means being able to avoid stepping in the crap that your Royal Highness leaves behind," shot Malya. Draco stopped, turned, and glared at her. He turned and began to speak the password.
"Nice comeback," smiled Malya as the stone statue began to move.
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"Ah, Mr. Malfoy, Miss Matthews, come on in," smiled Dumbledore. The two entered nervously and stood in front of the desk. "Here is the password and I hope you two can remember it easily." He handed the paper to Malya. But as she grabbed for it, Draco snatched it out of Dumbledores hand and read it.
"United Houses?" asked Draco arrogantly. "What kind of a password is that?"
"A two worded password," said Malya sarcastically. "What difference does that make? Are you mad because it's not something like 'Wonderful Malfoy', or 'Magical Malfoy'?"
"Oh, I suppose you think that's funny, do you?" shot Draco.
"Why yes, as a matter of fact, I do," smiled Malya.
"If you two would only settle down, I'm sure that you would be glad to know that it is time for you to go to your new dormitories," said Dumbledores voice in his ever-calm voice.
"Well, glad isn't exactly the word I would use," Draco pouted under his breath.
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"Here you are," said Dumbledore as the three stood in the middle of the dormitory common room. It had green and silver colors everywhere, and a grand fireplace in the center. There were windows on either side of this fireplace and, just above the fireplace, a large oil painting of a unicorn and a dragon, laying side by side, sleeping.
"It's not that bad," smiled Malya. "I actually think it's kind of nice."
"Yeah, for mud-," Draco stopped when he saw Dumbledores face. "- slingers. Yeah, that's it, mudslingers." He looked away.
"So, in other words, you think this is a great place for you," smiled Malya, sitting down on the couch that looked at the fireplace." Draco glared at her and turned to Dumbledore.
"So, where is my room?" he asked quickly.
"To the right," said Dumbledore. "And Malya, yours is to the left."
"Oh, goody," she said sarcastically. She stood and went to her new bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
"Great," grumbled Draco. He did the same, reiterating Malya's slam. Dumbledore stood there, smiling. Then, he turned and walked out the portrait hole.
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Inside Malya's room, there were unicorns everywhere. There were white unicorns with purple manes and tails. They were on the wallpaper, painted on the ceiling with clouds surrounding them, and even on the bedspread and on the pillowcases. There was a beautifully crafted desk to the right, made of mahogany wood, once again with unicorns crafted into it.
"All these unicorns can make one sick," Malya said to herself. Of coarse, she knew that she was just tired and would enjoy the unicorns once she had been able to rest.
She grabbed her toothbrush, shampoo and soap and headed for the bathroom. She liked to just keep it simple when it came to grooming, so she rarely bothered much with hair care products or such.
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Draco's room was similar, except with dragons rather than with unicorns. The dragons were large, green and blue, and a few had fire coming out of their mouths.
"Alright, I suppose I can get used to this room," he sniffed. He then proceeded to make sure he had all the things he needed to prepare for bed and walked into his bathroom.
A/N: I thank one and all who have reviewed my stories.
"I'm sorry, cousin," sighed Crystal, placing her arm around Malya as they sat down to eat dinner that evening. "That really rotten luck you've got."
"Tell me about it," sighed Malya. "Why did I have to change into a unicorn? More importantly, why did he have to change into a bloody dragon? Draco bloody Malfoy, of all people."
"Wow, you're really mad, aren't you?" asked Crystal.
"How could you tell?" asked Malya sarcastically.
"Two things," said Crystal. "Your use of bloody, and again, your use of the word bloody."
"Yeah, I agree," said Lucio from across the table. "I don't think I've ever seen you this mad. I know you've only used the word bloody once before, and that was the time Crystal and I came over to your house to meet the guy you had a crush on and Crystal smacked him over the head with the dead fish from her plate."
"I had my reasons," said Crystal. "First of all, that creep was coming onto me right in front of Malya. Second of all, I hate salmon."
"I've got to go now," sighed Malya, getting up. "It's getting late and I still have to meet with Professor Dumbledore about creating some sort of password or something for my new h-e-double hockey sticks." Malya stood up and started for Dumbledores office.
"Well, she can't be all mad," said Crystal once Malya had gone. "After all, she still isn't cursing. Bloody isn't a curse word, technically."
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Malya made her way to the stone statue that she had only seen once that year and that was when she had to retrieve the headmaster to recover Professor McGonagal from that locked watch curse. That memory still gave her nightmares sometimes.
Just as she was about to utter the password, someone shoved hard into her right shoulder.
"Watch where you're going, you mudblood," Draco snarled.
"I will if it means being able to avoid stepping in the crap that your Royal Highness leaves behind," shot Malya. Draco stopped, turned, and glared at her. He turned and began to speak the password.
"Nice comeback," smiled Malya as the stone statue began to move.
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"Ah, Mr. Malfoy, Miss Matthews, come on in," smiled Dumbledore. The two entered nervously and stood in front of the desk. "Here is the password and I hope you two can remember it easily." He handed the paper to Malya. But as she grabbed for it, Draco snatched it out of Dumbledores hand and read it.
"United Houses?" asked Draco arrogantly. "What kind of a password is that?"
"A two worded password," said Malya sarcastically. "What difference does that make? Are you mad because it's not something like 'Wonderful Malfoy', or 'Magical Malfoy'?"
"Oh, I suppose you think that's funny, do you?" shot Draco.
"Why yes, as a matter of fact, I do," smiled Malya.
"If you two would only settle down, I'm sure that you would be glad to know that it is time for you to go to your new dormitories," said Dumbledores voice in his ever-calm voice.
"Well, glad isn't exactly the word I would use," Draco pouted under his breath.
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"Here you are," said Dumbledore as the three stood in the middle of the dormitory common room. It had green and silver colors everywhere, and a grand fireplace in the center. There were windows on either side of this fireplace and, just above the fireplace, a large oil painting of a unicorn and a dragon, laying side by side, sleeping.
"It's not that bad," smiled Malya. "I actually think it's kind of nice."
"Yeah, for mud-," Draco stopped when he saw Dumbledores face. "- slingers. Yeah, that's it, mudslingers." He looked away.
"So, in other words, you think this is a great place for you," smiled Malya, sitting down on the couch that looked at the fireplace." Draco glared at her and turned to Dumbledore.
"So, where is my room?" he asked quickly.
"To the right," said Dumbledore. "And Malya, yours is to the left."
"Oh, goody," she said sarcastically. She stood and went to her new bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
"Great," grumbled Draco. He did the same, reiterating Malya's slam. Dumbledore stood there, smiling. Then, he turned and walked out the portrait hole.
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Inside Malya's room, there were unicorns everywhere. There were white unicorns with purple manes and tails. They were on the wallpaper, painted on the ceiling with clouds surrounding them, and even on the bedspread and on the pillowcases. There was a beautifully crafted desk to the right, made of mahogany wood, once again with unicorns crafted into it.
"All these unicorns can make one sick," Malya said to herself. Of coarse, she knew that she was just tired and would enjoy the unicorns once she had been able to rest.
She grabbed her toothbrush, shampoo and soap and headed for the bathroom. She liked to just keep it simple when it came to grooming, so she rarely bothered much with hair care products or such.
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Draco's room was similar, except with dragons rather than with unicorns. The dragons were large, green and blue, and a few had fire coming out of their mouths.
"Alright, I suppose I can get used to this room," he sniffed. He then proceeded to make sure he had all the things he needed to prepare for bed and walked into his bathroom.