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Getting to Know You, Chapter Eight
People buffeted her body as she was dragged through the crowd, an infinite amount of aromas attaching themselves to her and disappearing
before she could properly analyze them. The steady tugging came to an end when they entered an alley and she gratefully gasped for some clean
air. Mia turned slightly angered hues up at him, her hues sparkling faintly.
"You know, you could have given me just a little bit of warning there!"
He smirked. "I could have, but where is the fun in that?"
She sighed quietly as she shook her head slowly, trying to keep the rising ire within her from exploding. "Whatever Malfoy."
It was then her turn to grab him, this time holding onto his hand, and marched off. After a moment he gave her a little shake to get her attention.
"Why are you holding my hand?"
"Because you'll get lost."
"No I won't!"
"Course you won't Malfoy. Anyway, we're here."
"Where?"
"Supposedly one of the best eating houses in all of Atlantis."
"We weren't given any money..."
"Correction, you weren't giving any money. I have plenty. Priestess Kirra was extremely generous and told me the places we should visit."
"Oh."
She turned her head slightly, letting her lips curl into a very faint smile. "Come on." She murmured quietly.
Mia stared across the freshly scrubbed wooden table at Malfoy, as if she was trying to figure him out. He was eating something that looked
like fried mice wrapped up in some sort of bread and being totally quiet. The series of interconnected rooms were surprisingly dark considering the
bright sunlight streaming in from the open doors and windows. The particular corner where they were sitting down as lit up with several candles,
the wax dribbling over the sides of the straw holder they were in. She idly ran a hand through her ever so slightly wavy hair and took a sip of the
heady crimson liquid in her glass. When she had set it back down she took a deep breath and cleared her throat to get his attention. He looked up
suddenly from his plate, his eyes questioning.
"My name is Hermione Angelica Granger and I have a twin sister who goes to Beauxbatons. My parents are fairly successful dentists and we live in
an upper middle class neighborhood in London. My best male friends are Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. My closest female friend is Pansillia
Parkinson." She looked at him with a closed face, almost daring him to make fun of her.
"What the..."
"I am introducing myself to you. House feuds are stupid and will tear our world apart. I don't know you and unless you introduce yourself to me, I
will not speak to you."
He shook his head, but did actually speak. "My parents named me Draco Agamemnon Malfoy. I am an only child, but at one point I did have a
younger sister. I live in my family's manor and will inherit the Malfoy fortune when my father dies. I have no real friends. The people I consort with
are merely acquaintances or lackeys."
She reached across the table to softly brush her fingertips against the top of his hands. "I am sorry."
He brushed off her touch. "You don't have to be sorry for me Granger."
"Call me Mia."
"I thought only your friends called you that."
"And who says you aren't my friend?"
Malfoy was completely quiet and then the slightest of smiles graced his face and the cold gray of his eyes lightened to the colour of a dove's wing.
"Thank you." He whispered quietly.
"What are friends for?" She said warmly, not expecting an answer.
They basked in the surprisingly comfortable silence until he leaned his face closer to her, his silvery blue eyes warm. "Call me Draco."
She smiled brightly at him, her face erupting into a vivid smile. She shifted and lightly kissed his cheek, a friendly gesture she offered to Harry and
Ron when she was worried about them.
"How the hell are you friends with Pansy?" He was trying to fight the need to blush.
Mia's brows rose slightly as she leaned back down, her back hitting the finely grained wood behind her with a thunk.
"She needed some help beginning of last year and I helped her. I came to her for help a few weeks later and we've been pretty close ever since.
Haven't you wondered why she stopped being a slut and actually started paying attention in class? If I'm not mistaken her attentions towards you
have slackened off, simply because she needed a female to listen to her troubles and bitch to about men...and of course chocolate, the miracle
worker."
"You did all that?"
"Yes, she hated her image and wanted to change it."
"What did you need help with?"
It was her turn to blush faintly. "That's private. Maybe if you're a good boy I'll tell you some dark night when there's nothing else to do."
He looked at her for a moment and than quickly finished off his sandwich thing. She dropped several of the peculiar, round gold coins on the table
and sidled out from the bench, straightening the skirt of her dress as she went. She smiled faintly up to him.
"Where do you want to go after this?"
"I thought a bookstore would be nice..."
"You mean you actually wanted to do that and did not see it as an avenue for some sort of humiliating prank?"
"I actually wanted to take a look at an old bookseller. I was telling the truth."
He offered her his arm, much like a gentleman of olde, and once they were hooked off, they set off.
Mia gently picked through the tomes, occasionally letting out a gasp as she saw something that she had read about. Draco watched her,
trying to ignore the strange feeling thumping in his body. After she let out a particularly joyful shriek and turned around to face him, her caramel
coloured eyes sparkling happily.
"Look what I found!" She squealed, brandishing some leather bound tome in his face.
He batted her hands away from him so he could get a proper look at the title. A bark of laughter left him as he lightly patted her shoulder.
"Moste Potente Potions? Here?"
"I can't believe they have it!" She squealed.
"But do you know what year we're in?"
"Who cares? I found an original copy!" She did a little dance around her new friend, not caring that she was acting like a little kid in a sweet shop.
"And it's miney mine mine!"
He smiled and wrapped an arm loosely around her shoulders, a little nervous about this contact with this woman. She beamed vivaciously up to
him, snuggling into his hold like he was an old friend. Strangely, the prudish bookworm he had known since his Hogwarts days started had almost
completely disappeared. Left was this bright effervescent, different girl who he decided he liked much, much better. He stiffened for a moment
when she burrowed against him, but soon relaxed, letting the warmth, not to mention the faint smell of night jasmine clinging to her, suffuse his
senses.
"So you're going to buy it?" He asked simply.
"Of course!" She cried.
They may have been mortal enemies, but a change of heart is sometimes the best thing that could ever happen to two foes. He gave her
shoulders a little squeeze, a smirk on his lips.
"Let's go then."
Um, screwy...?
Your Lord and Master;
Foamy the Squirrel