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It Is Happening and Can Be Done, Chapter Eleven
The air about the trio grew decidedly cooler as they ventured farther down the steps, a slightly rank odour coming to them. Mia shivered
slightly and wrapped her thinly clothed arms tighter about herself, trying to get closer to the boy she so desperately wanted to trust. She had
such conflicting emotions when ever she thought about Draco Malfoy. While on one hand she felt strongly about him, the other part of her did not
trust him at all. Every time she saw a single redeeming quality about him, that other bit of her mind brought up a single memory from the plethora
of horrible things he had said or done to her in the previous six years. She knew it would be almost impossible to completely forget all the insults
and racial slurs, all the times she had bottled up the hurt inside of her and sobbed onto her pillow at night. Cried with a silencing charm cast around
her bed and even then, she never truly let all of the hurt out through the cleansing process tears gave. In the morning after she had wept so
piteously she had never felt truly clean of all the pain. It was still there, bubbling just below the tall bottle she had shoved and hidden it in. She
took in a deep breath through her nostrils, ignoring the smell, and turned her soft chocolate hues up toward the boy, he truly in soul was nothing
more than that, walking at her side. He too seemed lost in thought and did not notice her inquiring gaze. She began to worry on her full bottom lip,
absently drumming her fingers against the material covering the very base of her ribcage. She felt as if she had some how betrayed her house and
friends by allowing a very small part of her falling in love with that golden haired, but so forbidden, god. Over time, the sweetly infectious feelings
had corrupted more and more of heart, turning her over to the 'Dark Side' as several of the muggleborn Gryffindors called the Slytherins. Slowly the
soul she had always believed to be perfectly pure, such as the alias she was under then suggested, she had let herself become like the countless
fan girls always hanging around Draco, hoping to touch one of his deliciously muscled arms. When she came upon this realization, she knew at once
that the childishly innocent view she had had of herself since before she went to Hogwarts was so horribly distorted from what she then knew to
be herself, a feeling of disgust shook her to the core. For nearly the seven years she had thought of herself as a woman, she had began
menstruating when she was ten, she let herself believe that she would never let herself become like all the girls who hung on a boy's every word.
While she had hidden behind her fragile ideals, the real world had crept in and right beneath her nose changed her into the very thing she loathed.
It hit her then, at the very moment she was shifting her weight from one foot to the other as she went down a stair, that Malfoy saw her as
nothing more than a conquest. For why in the name of any god or goddess would a pureblood ever want to be friends with a mudblood like her?
She was worth less than dirt in their eyes and so why would he see her as any different? It was so unlike the Malfoy she detested to suddenly
become so warm and understanding. Hell, before their unlikely trip to Atlantis, she had never seen any expression on his face except a cruel sneer.
She swallowed thickly and her arms slid from their possession around her waist, her hands clenching into fists. He did not care about her. Nothing
good would ever come out of a relationship with a Malfoy, only heartbreak and pain.
'So stupid...' She thought sadly. 'I am so naïve. I never saw past his charmingly deceptive mask. Well never again, I will not let myself be hurt like
all those girls...' A year old memory came to her.
She was sitting in the Prefect common room doing Transfiguration homework when a sobbing Hannah Abbot had tumbled in, her pretty face
splotchy. It did not matter to Mia that she did not care much for this rather stupid Hufflepuff girl; she simply dropped her quill and went over to
her. She collected the dithering Prefect into her arms and simply held her, murmuring softly every so often until she was calm enough to speak.
'What is it Hannah?' She asked quietly, her voice soft.
'He-He never loved me...'
'Who never loved you?'
'Dr...Draco.' The girl whispered, immense agony in that single word.
Mia's heart had clenched and she had held Hannah closer to her, bringing a hand up to gently stroke her honey blond hair. "Just forget him
Hannah. He is worth less than a used tissue."
'But he told me he loved me' She wailed.
She did not wanted to be rough with the girl, but there was nothing else she could do but show her the reality of the situation. 'Hannah,' she put
heavy emphasis on her name, 'do you know how many girls Malfoy has dated this year alone? You are the last Hufflepuff and he will soon start on
Gryffindors. He wants one thing and one thing only from girls. He sees us as only a notch on his bedpost. You were nothing but a shag and now
he doesn't care. There is absolutely nothing you can do about it. You didn't really love him either; you were just attracted to him physically.' The
girl had let out another sob at Mia's words. 'I know what I'm saying to you hurts right now, but when you have really gotten over your first real
heartbreak you'll look back and be glad someone was here to tell you this. Draco Malfoy is a heartless bastard who deserves to be castrated and
forced to eat his own balls. Get over him and move on with your life.' Mia pulled away from the girl so just her hands were resting on her
shoulder; she forced her to look up, deep brown hues meeting azure. 'Do you understand what I am saying?'
It had taken a good moment, but the dejected Hufflepuff nodded slowly and began to wipe the remnants of tears off of her face. Her eyes still
retained hints of pain, but the heavy shards of anguish were gone. She was coming to terms with reality.
'I do Hermione. Thank you.'
Mia simply smiled to her and returned to her homework, silently vowing she would never cry her eyes about some stupid guy.
She bumped hard into someone's back and let out a quiet peep, getting roughly shaken out of her memories. She blinked several times and
smiled quickly to the disgruntled women into whom she hand knocked into.
"Sorry..."
"Not a problem, Lady. We are here now and I thought it best if I leave you to your own devices. It is not my place down here."
"But what if we get lost?"
The bowels of Atlantis were darker than any Deatheater's heart. She could barely see ten feet in front of them. The woman looked pointedly at
Draco's wand which was sticking haphazardly out of one of the pockets of his tunic.
"Does not your man's magic stick produce light? I did not think you would acquire a torch..."
She felt stupid. "Right...Thank you for taking us down here. Is there anything we need to know before you leave?"
"I do not think so, Lady. Nothing will harm you here." She turned to go back up the stairs, pausing as her foot touched the first stair. "Although
you might need to watch out for the Bauests and Ricauns..." With that she gave them an impish grin and ran up the stairs.
Mia looked bewilderedly at Draco, trying to ignore the similarities between the woman and Professor Vidente, and simply sighed quietly. "Come on,
let's start looking." Her tone was cool as she took her wand out of the hidden pocket of her dress.
He opened his mouth to speak, but she simply shook her head and summoned a small orb of steady white light. She tucked her wand away and
with a few simply gestures of her slender fingers, got the glowing sphere to float demurely above her head. His eyes widened and he once again
went to speak.
"How..."
"I don't feel like talking to you right now Malfoy. Let's just start walking." She snapped.
That part of her that felt deeply for him was utterly horrified at the way she was treating him and she began to think of that bit of her as almost a
separate person. It had the most horrible way of going utterly against what ever she thought was the intelligent way to go about a situation. She
sighed quietly and looked down the long hallway and started trudging down it, keeping her eyes open for anything interesting. Malfoy, who was
being surprisingly quiet about her sudden change of mood, followed after her quickly in his attempt to keep from loosing such a prominent light
source.
A good two hours of walking later, Mia's feet felt like there were about to shrivel up and fall off. She let out a soft groan and leaned against a
slightly damp wall, not caring if she stained the back of her cream coloured dress. Malfoy kept walking, seemingly ignoring her. She watched him for
a moment and simply rested her head against the cool, but clammy, stone. Just as her eyes were slipping shut, a cry echoed down the corridor.
Her lids snapped open and without a second thought she charged towards Malfoy, her mind unconsciously starting to perform several spells to
protect him with. She skidded to a halt next to him, looking around blindly in the half gloom for his attackers.
"What is it?" She gasped.
"Look at the wall..." He breathed.
She turned and it was her turn to let out a soft shriek. The wall was covered in a horribly beautiful picture. It depicted the destruction of a utopia
like island. The center of the isle was falling in on upon itself in a massive fire ball, a cloud of ash and death rising up in its wake. The outer circle
of the landmass was ravaged by what looked like some horrid plague of some sort. All of the greenery was gone and if she looked hard enough she
could see hundreds of tiny human bodies sprawled out on the barren soil, twisted into positions of extreme agony. On either side of the dying island
there seemed to be what appeared to be two skeletal hands, slowly squishing it into nothingness, as if destroying all traces of the isle. But that
was not the thing that struck her as the strangest thing about the picture. Floating above the death, carnage, and destruction in the sky was a
woman. She was wearing a flowing snow white dress that stopped just above her pointed toes, the seemingly silky material falling in delicate
rivulets around her body. It had slender straps that rested on her shoulders and a neckline that gently curved downwards. A cloud of dark coffee
coloured hair floated around her head, soft tendrils framing her pale, oval shaped face perfectly. From her back two feathery wings had sprung, a
mass of frothy white fluff keeping her aloft. Her face brought deep sadness into Mia's heart. The women's visage held such pain. It seemed as if
she was watching all of her children perish horribly, all of their own doing. Her amber hues were watching the island slowly melt in upon itself, a
single grayish pink tear streaming down her almost impossible pale cheek. All around the woman's angelic body stars twinkled, the moon that
glowed in its fullness threw the perishing island into a serious of hideously twisted shadows. Mia brought a hand up to press against her chest,
tears springing to her eyes.
"She's so sad..." She whispered, forgetting about Malfoy's presence for a brief moment. "Her children are dying...Why does she have to watch this?
It's not fair!"
"It's the destruction of Atlantis." He whispered quietly, one of his fingers tracing the outline of the island. "This is how this place is going to go.
You're right, it's not fair...But then again life isn't fair."
Her arms wrapped about her own waist as she hugged herself tightly. Suddenly she felt so small and weak; she knew nothing she did would be able
to save Atlantis from its impending doom. "There's nothing I can do. Even with this goddess within me, I cannot save these people."
"How do you know that? This is probably just some kind of sick joke."
"This is no jest." She whispered.
She did not know how she knew that, but something deep within her refused to hide beneath the empty lie. She knew the truth.
"Let's find those stairs again; I need to feel the sun on my cheeks again."
He nodded and reached out to take her petite hand into his, the moment his finger tips brushing the outside of her hand she quickly drew against
her body, shying away form him. He moved away from her and if she had been looking he would have seen the hurt on his face.
They had been walking for no more than an hour or so when Mia started getting extremely uncomfortable. Malfoy had not said a single thing
and she was beginning to get a little concerned. She turned her head slightly and drew to a halt, reaching out to gingerly touch his shoulder.
"Malfoy, you okay? You haven't said anything in a while."
He turned to face her and she nearly let out a shriek. His normally alabaster flesh was seriously flushed and his eyes were glazed. His hair was
tousled and his lips were chapped like his inner temperature was sucking all moisture from his body.
"Oh my God!" She cried. "What the hell is happening to you? Why didn't you tell me you were sick? We could have stopped! You are so stupid!"
He simply stood there, breathing heavily. She lifted her hand from his shoulder and pressed it against forehead and found that his flesh was boiling.
"Holy Merlin...Draco you're really sick." She whispered, that tender part of her over taking and concern sprouting in her eyes. "Sit down. I'm not
sure what I can do for you, but once we get back up to the surface, we can find a Healer or something." When he did not move she gave him a
gently push, forcing his arse to hit the ground.
She crouched in front of him and pulled her wand from her pocket, racking her brain for the most effective healing charm. Sadly, all the ones she
could come up with were temporary and would only relieve minor ailments. Not too sure of what to do, she simply began to cast all that she could
remember in hopes that one would help him. The moment the first spell left her wand, the golden haired boy in front of her let out a sudden roar of
anger. Mia stopped speaking and looked at him, she did not understand how someone who could be on the verge of passing out could make such a
noise. He lunged forward and knocked her onto her back, stealing her breath. Her wand flew out of her hand and clattered to the ground several
feet away as he crawled over to her. The image of Draco faded and in his place was a hideous creature. Stringy brown hair hung around jaw of
viciously sharp teeth. Sallow skin was dotted with pockmarks and streaked with grime. It was dressed in what appeared to be a greasy loincloth
and the majority of its chest, arms, and legs were covered in a thick layer of disgusting, matted fur. Its repulsive odour hit her nose and she began
to gag, not realizing that it was a top her until she felt powerful muscles straddle her hips. Her eyes widened and she suddenly realized what was
about to happen.
"No..." She whispered quietly, fear gleaming on her face.
The creature leered at her, reaching forward with a sharply nailed paw to slice open the front of her dress. In her fear all thoughts of using any
type of magic fled her and the muggle in her came out.
She screamed.
Draco trudged along down a hallway, silently wishing that Mia would talk to him. Towards the later part of their descent she had become
decidedly cold to him and he felt that their tentative effort at a friendship was disappearing. He ran a hand through his blond hair, trying to work
up enough courage to face her. He paused and took in a deep breath, swiveling around so he could look at her.
"Mia, we need to talk."
"I don't want to talk to you Malfoy."
"That doesn't mean we don't need to."
"Whatever, I really don't care. I don't like you at all and I just want you to leave me alone for the rest of my life."
"What? What about yesterday? We both agreed it by far better for us if we decided to be friends!"
"Yeah, well I thought about it and decided that I could never ever be friends with a disgusting little weasel like you."
"How can you say that Hermione?? You were genuinely glad to be getting along with me this morning!"
"I came to my fucking senses you twit!" She screeched, her toffee coloured eyes flashing for a moment to an eerie yellowish colour.
This sent alarm bells of in his head, but he ignored them. "I don't understand you." He said softly. "I really like you and thought you liked me
back..."
"Well you thought wrong, didn't you? I guess you'll just have to go back to one of your many sluts waiting back for you at school, you disgusting
chauvinistic pig."
His brows lifted slightly and he leaned against the ever so slightly sticky wall behind him, crossing his arms over his chest. There was something
about her that just did not seem right.
"What up with you Hermione?" He asked quietly.
The brunette looked up at him with suddenly sad eyes and just as suddenly, burst into a wave of hysterical tears.
"It's just so hard!" She cried. "Harry and Ron hate me now and I just can't handle the pressure anymore!"
"What?? I thought you handled that last night!"
"I didn't...I lied to you, I didn't want you to worry about me. They said they never wanted to by my friends because I'm the enemy now..." A broken
sob escaped her lips and her wand appeared in her hand. "I can't take it anymore. My life isn't worth living any longer."
Draco blinked for a moment. That was definitely not the Hermione he knew. He had never seen her get so melodramatic within a matter of seconds.
Even when he yelled all the horrible obscenities and racial slurs he knew at her, she had simply looked at him and on several occasions smacking his
face. She had never once in the whole six years he had known her started to cry like there was no tomorrow. This was not his Hermione. His eyes
narrowed slightly and he gave a haughty little sniff.
"You're right; your life isn't worth anything. Just kill yourself and get it over with. If you want, I'll do it for you. It would be my pleasure actually..."
Mia let out a choked cry and turned broken hues up to him. Within seconds the wand within her hands had become transfigured into a malevolently
gleaming dagger, a symbolic snake wriggling up the blade. She looked at him and then down at the knife, tears dropping on the cool metal.
"Please Draco..." She whispered. "Don't cry for me when I'm gone."
"Oh trust me mud-mud-" He could not bring himself to utter that hideous word, even if it was not to her. "I don't give a damn." He finished quickly.
Without another word she closed her eyes and slammed the dagger into her chest, it slipping into without a hitch and piercing her heart. A bubbly
gasp left her and she crumpled gracefully to the ground, her head landing with an unpleasant crunching noise. He pulled his own wand out and
pointed it at her prone form, quickly petrifying and binding it.
"You are not my Hermione. I do not know what you are, but you are not her. Never try to swindle a Malfoy, it never works..." He was about to
continue when a truly terrified scream echoed down the hallway.
His silver eyes widened. "Hermione..." He breathed quietly before sprinting away from the still figure on the ground.
The creature had the bodice of her dress peeled away from her chest like it was the lid to a sardine can, exposing her breasts to it. Silent
tears were slipping down her face, oozing out of the corners of her eyes. She was completely helpless to the fact that she was about to be raped,
and then killed in some atrocious way, by a horrific creature. One of its claws sliced the flesh between her breasts, a thin line of ruby red blood
welling up. It let out a cruel chuckle and went in to touch its slimy lips to her blood, when a jet of green light shot from away from them, knocking
it off of her. She lay completely still as she heard someone come at a flat out a run towards them and leap over her flat form. She barely heard the
person utter several more deadly curses at the creature, the voice only stopping when the monster's body caught flame and turned to fine ash. It
was then she found her voice and let out a pathetic sob, trying to push herself up into a sitting position. Before she knew what was happening,
tender arms had encircling her waist and shoulders and aided her up. The cut on her chest was healed and her dress was repaired in an instant and
she looked up into a pair of intensely concerned eyes.
"Mia..." Draco whispered brokenly. "Oh baby I thought I'd lost you for a moment there..."
Tears were slipping down her now dirty cheeks, creating little clean pathways through the grime. He reached out and gently wiped them away with
his thumb, making a soft comforting noise in the back of his throat.
"You'll be okay now, I'm here."
Her arms slipped around his neck and she hugged him tightly back, a feeling of being utterly protected coming around her. She pulled away slightly
looked up to him. He slowly lowered his head down to hers so their lips were mere millimeters apart. Later on when they looked back, they did not
know who closed the distant between them, but it did not matter. Their mouths were crushed against each other, claiming the other's lips in a
fiercely possessive kiss. Draco slipped one of his hands around the base of her neck, drawing her face closer against his. A soft noise was made in
the back of her throat when his tongue slipped inside of her mouth to gently rub against hers in a surprisingly tender gesture for such a ferociously
passionate kiss. The world around the faded away until it only consisted the two of them and in that single moment, life was good.
Somewhere in the massive bog that was Time, a motherly looking woman sat at a kitchen table drinking a cup of heavily sugared tea. Her
slightly grayed black hair was pulled back in a simple bun, a few wispy tendrils flying around her head. Her face was beginning to become lined, but
her soft purple hues held wild life that would make many forget about her seemingly middle aged appearance. A please cry erupted out of her pale
lips and she set the cup down, her eyes glued to the light brown mixture in the mug. A delighted expression came onto her face and in an act of
childish joy, she clapped her hands. After a moment she cleared her throat and took in a deep breath. Her eyes got a distant expression in them
and it seemed as if she could see something no one else could. A slight smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
"It is happening and can be done."
OMG! Be proud of me! This one is over 4000 words! I'm actually really, really, really proud of this chappie! Now, before any of you ask me about what a bauest or a ricaun is, I made em up so I'm just gonna tell you what they are.
Bauest – Mischievous creature that dwells in the dark, taking on the shape of those who have the misfortune of trespassing upon their ground. They have the ability to shape shift, but their true form is that of a shaggy creature usually naked. They have a tendency to rape and then kill female victims.
Ricaun – Playful spirits that enjoy taking on the image of a person and then brutally killing themselves in front of a loved one. They find great pleasure in laughing horridly just as 'death' claims them, and then disappearing leaving an incredibly disgusting odour in their wake.
Now, it shouldn't be very hard for you to figure out which is which!
Your Lord and Master;
Foamy the Squirrel