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A Baboon's Bulbous Red Bum, Chapter Nine
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The chilly white marble steps of the Hall of Woman repelled the warmth of the sun, effectively cooling off Mia's bum. She sighed quietly as
she settled herself down on them, resting her new book in her lap. Draco sat down beside her, his eyes drifting down to the leather cover.
"I still don't understand what's so special about this book."
"Apart from it containing some of the rarest and most difficult potions to brew, nothing much."
"Right…"
"You're really stupid."
"Hey! That reminds me, why'd you call us men children?"
"Because that is what you are."
"No we aren't."
"All right, give me a good example of when you haven't acted like a ten year old towards me, not including today."
The golden haired boy was silent as he quickly sifted through his memories, trying his best to find something to prove the little know-it-all at his
side wrong. He came up blank however.
"Err…"
"Just as I thought."
"Just because I can't come up with anything doesn't mean no one else can!"
"No one else as in who? Ron?"
"Of course not! Weasley has the mentality of a three year old."
"So says the toddler."
"I am not a toddler!" He whined.
"Course not and I'm some nasty bacteria living on a baboon's bulbous red bum."
One of his brows rose. "On a baboon's arse?"
"Shut up."
"Now who's acting like a child."
She scowled at him and opened the mass of parchment on her lap, running her fingers across the fresh pages. "I've never seen such a clean book
before…There have always been great splashes of failed potions across it." She murmured, her eyes sparkling with awe.
Friendly silence descended upon them and it was broken moments later when Mia laughed quietly. Draco craned his head to see what was funny,
raising his brows again when he saw it.
"Polyjuice Potion? What may I ask is so funny about that?"
"I-It says that on-only," she paused here to calm herself, "advanced potion studiers should attempt it due to the face that if one with
inexperience should try to brew it, it may explode and morph their flesh into a boiled mess."
"Okaay…Somebody needs to have a little lie down before they scare the small children."
"By small children you imply that about yourself, correct?"
"Hey!"
She snorted and closed the book, setting it against her leg. "So, why are we sitting here again?"
"I thought this was where we were meeting Weasley and Potter…"
"You are such a dolt." She grumbled as she pushed herself up to her feet. "I never told them where we were going to meet. I just assumed they
would find their way back here, to the Hall of Women, when they felt like it was time."
"So that mad dash we had to get over here was for nothing?"
"Yep, but it was rather funny seeing you run."
It was his turn to scowl at her and light push her with his shoulder. At least, it would have been a light push if she had been a little heavier and
perhaps a man. With a faint peep her body was propelled sideways and she hit a stone pillar. She winced as her back connected with the stone
and glowered at him.
"That hurt! What was that for?!?"
"Er…I didn't mean to…"
"How could you not mean to do that? It clearly was not an accident!"
"I just meant to give you a light nudge. It's not my fault you hardly weigh anything!"
She decided not to answer that and simply hit him hard in the gut with her heavy tome, grinning at the sound he made. She flicked some of her
hair over her shoulder and then looked down the steps to the bustling street below. Two figures, one with vivid orange hair and the other with
messy black, were trudging slowly towards her, seemingly weighted down with an assortment of parcels. She flashed a smile to Draco before
running towards them. She skidded to a halt on the last step, watching her friends in amusement.
"Having some trouble there, boys?"
"Help us Mia!" Ron complained. "These things are heavy."
"Then perhaps you shouldn't have purchased so much. If you've made it this far, you can make it back up to your room. Draco and I have been
waiting for some time."
Ron's cobalt eyes suddenly flared with anger. "So its Draco now is it? You spent a day with him and now you're all chummy. Is that it? So you'll
open your legs for him and not for me?"
"Ronald Weasley!" She shrieked, her hand flying up from her side to smack him hard against the cheek. "How dare you say that?! You think that
just because I'm not interested in you that makes me a whore? Well, news flash for you, you aren't God's gift to women. I don't have to fall down
at your feet whenever I see you. I don't want to talk to you anymore." She turned on her heel and strode back up the wide staircase, up to
Draco.
He looked at her in concern, reaching out and gently touching her cheek with the back of his hand. "You okay?"
"Oh sure!" She snapped sarcastically. "My best friend called me a slag and I feel just peachy about it!"
His arm slid around her shoulders, hugging her loosely against him. "He's a bastard. Want me to kill him for you?" He said simply.
"Maybe later Draco." This getting a slight smile out of her. "Let's go inside."
He nodded and they entered the cool darkness the building offered.
Later that night, once the foursome had had a formal dinner with High Priestess Kirra and they had all retired to their rooms, somebody
knocked on the door to Mia and Draco's room. She opened it and stuck her head out into the corridor, her hair falling around her face like a curtain.
"Hello?"
"Mia?"
"What is it Harry?"
"May I come in?"
"Sure."
She took a few steps backwards into her room, admitting her raven haired friend. Concern was etched upon her tired face as she reached out to
gently touch his shoulder.
"Is everything all right Harry?" She whispered worriedly.
He nodded. "I'm just worried about you."
"Why? Nothing's wrong…"
"Ron."
"Oh." She murmured quietly.
"Yeah."
"It hurt my feelings. Draco's my friend."
"I know he is I just don't want him to harm you."
"He won't Harry. He's really actually very nice when you get to know him better. He likes what I like, I can have an intelligent conversation with
him."
He nodded. "I understand your views on him, but he's treated me like shit for the past six years."
"He's acted the same way towards me. I think he's changed, I'm not sure how, but he has."
Harry was quiet as he looked towards the closed door that led to the adjoined bedroom. He ran a hand through his unruly hair, looking at her with
worried emerald hues. "Ron will come around eventually. He'll have to realize that you don't reciprocate his feelings."
"I know he will…But how do you really feel about me being friends with him?"
"I don't trust him, but knowing that you can see some good in him makes me feel a little better."
He leaned forward and pulled her into a hug, embracing her tightly against him. "I'm just worried. You and Ron are my weaknesses. I don't want any harm
coming to you."
"I know Harry, don't worry. We'll be okay." She kissed his cheek lightly and pulled away. "I need to go to bed, see you in the morning, okay?"
He nodded. "See you tomorrow." Just as he was leaving the room, her turned and smiled to her. "Don't do anything Lavender wouldn't do."
Mia's brows lifted considerably. "Lavender would do anything to be alone with Draco Malfoy, the Sex God of Slytherin."
He just laughed softly. "I know."
"Now I have bad pictures in my mind. Thanks a bunch Harry."
"Welcome Mia! G'night."
"Bugger off." She muttered, using a rare curse.
Even after the door shut, she could hear his laughter echoing down the hallway. She shook her head, a faint grin resting on her lips. With a quiet
sigh she slipped into the bedroom.
"Draco."
"Wha?"
"On the sofa."
"Why??"
"I don't trust your wandering hands."
"We've had this conversation before. I'm not going to move. I'll stay on this side of the bed and I won't touch you."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
A few moments passed and after she had settled herself in the bed, as far as she could away from his warm body, she spoke.
"Night."
"Good night Mia."
Well, enjoy…
Your Lord and Master;
Foamy the Squirrel