A Weasley Named Malfoy

[Hiding from the Truth]

In the week leading up to the Quidditch game, the air around Hogwarts had become excited. There was a sudden popularity of the Gryffindor team, as always happened to the team in favor. People seemed to follow her everyone, and she felt like she couldn't get away from it all. Even in her dorm room, her dorm mates constantly hung around her.

She was working on a particular nasty essay on sleeping drafts for Snape, who seemed to be oblivious to the match and was assigning a mountainous amount of homework as usual, while Galatea and Andromeda talked about the game ahead.

"Oh, I can't wait to see the Skyler and Wolf in the Quidditch uniforms!" Andy squealed.

"Not to mention the Slytherin team…" 'Tea added breathily.

"Serena, I don't know how you will manage to play with all the Slytherin team around you, I swear…" she giggled positively girlishly, and Serena scowled in annoyance.

"It's pretty easy when half of them are on a murderous streak," she mumbled, dipping her quill in ink and started to scribble that adding mirkwood to the potion would turn it purple and into a deadly acid that when applied to wand wood, would produce a smoke that was good for getting rid of gemclox.

Andy and Tea proceeded to try and rank all the Slytherin team's guys from hottest to ugliest, frequently asking for Serena's opinion.

Finally, Serena couldn't stand it anymore and rose, proclaiming that she was tired and was going to bed. It didn't matter that they followed her up to the dormitory, for as soon as she closed the curtains around her bed, she was alone.

She lay back upon her bed, her hands behind her head, and sighed. She wasn't tired at all, in fact, she was wide awake.

She hadn't been able to sleep well for the past month since Malikye appeared. Her thoughts easily wandered over to him that she never had time to think about anything else anymore.

The questions constantly plagued her. She thought he was familiar, but was sure she had never meet him. It was like going around in circles; a mystery without enough evidence.

She lay quiet for a while, mulling things over in her mind. Then she swung herself perpendicular on the bed, looking underneath it for a little green box. She carefully lifted it from its place and opened it. She took out the diary, tracing the letters and whispering her name. It clicked open obediently and she eagerly started to write.

My thoughts have returned to Malikye again, for the millionth time today. I was guessing at his last name again, Snape never did tell us his surname. Malikye Malfoy seems right, but it could be anything… Malikye Black? He is related to the Slytherin Twins after all. I don't know…

Wolf's been giving me a hard time about it. No, he doesn't say anything, it's more of his constant stare. He's been following me around, and I swear to the gods, that if I wasn't half afraid he'd go werewolf on me, I would have slaughtered him before.

There was a full moon a couple of days ago. He didn't look too well. I knew that he'd resisted taking the potion from Snape again. One day that boy's going to kill himself…

Serena stopped for a moment, was Draco dead? She reached over and took out Draco's picture, examining it. They definitely had the same eyes.

Didn't Malikye have the same eyes? Yes, definitely.

And there was that particular sneer of his that she had unconsciously mastered; she had seen Malikye give that sneer.

Draco's eyes were deep set, as were her's. Did Malikye have deep set eyes? She didn't remember, she was too focused on the actual eye to notice if they were or not.

She heard the door burst open and voices filter in. The 4th year Gryffindor girls were getting ready for bed.

Serena didn't want to talk to them. She stayed quiet, not moving. They spent a while talking about the upcoming Quidditch game and other things. Eventually, the voices died down and there was silence. She waited a while more before daring to move the curtain back. She heard their deep breathing and found that they were all asleep.

All this thought about Malikye was making her very aware of everything. Of how the air blew tranquilly through the window that was slightly ajar, or how Galatea's chest rose up and down softly through her open bed hangings. She was very aware of how loud her bare feet sounded on the stone floor, and she slipped out of her school robes into a comfortable pair of jeans and a t-shirt, throwing up her hair into a messy bun, her wand holding it in place. She took her broom from under her bed and tiptoed out the door, careful to shut it without a noise. Yet when she turned around, she found herself face to face with golden eyes.

She started.

"Where are you going?" he asked in an amused tone.

"Anywhere but here," she stole passed him and down the steps, her feet still bare. She had no intention of touching ground tonight anyways. She suddenly lurched forward as the steps became a slide, and landed ungracefully at the bottom. Wolf slide down on his feet, surfer style, and held out hand to help her up.

She ignored it, pushing herself up and padding her way to the window. She opened it, and Wolf leaned against the wall, watching amused as she jumped onto the window seat.

"You do know that I have the power to deduct points for students being out of bed,"

She turned around, "does it really look like I give a damn,"

He rose, and grabbed the broomstick leaning against the wall. She noticed that under his cloak he wore regular muggle clothes, as if he had been waiting for her.

"You jump out that window, and I'll have to report you," His voice didn't hold his threat.

"You'll have to catch me," and she jumped out the window, broomstick in her right hand.

She sailed downward through the air, her arms and legs spread out, the air rushing past her. Her clothes whipped at her and the loose strands of hair were blown away from her face.

The ground seemed to be rising up to meet her, 200 feet, 100...

And then she was pushing past the wind, upward through it; as if on a mission to the stars. She looked back and saw Wolf, chasing after her. He looked enthrall; the way the moonlight fell on his face, his cloak flowing behind him, his bright eyes like beacons. He seemed hawk like.

She flew on determinately. She had to loose him.

She swung around the side of the castle, speeding up. She looked back and saw him keeping steady pace. She rounded the next corner of the castle and took a 90 angle upward. She flew over the roof, weaving through the many spires and archways. She took another 90 angle downward speeding into an open courtyard. She flew through the open corridors, taking sudden turns, looking behind to find that he was still there.

She urged her broom faster, speeding towards the forest; she was sure to loose him in there. She entered the first wave of branches and tumbled to the ground, hoping that he would think she flew into the forest and would follow. When she was sure she had lost him she flew back out of the forest, speeding towards the lake.

And out of nowhere, he swerved in front of her. It was so sudden, she spun off, landing on ground hard. Luckily, she hadn't ascended very far, only about 6 feet into the air. She rolled away, and lay still, waiting for her sudden adrenaline rush to go away.

He was standing over her, "I caught you," he said simply. She scowled. "Are you okay?" he asked her. He didn't bother to offer his hand this time, instead he took her hand and pulled her up.

"I'm fine," she said stiffly, brushing off her jeans. He had collected her broomstick and she grabbed it savagely, stomping away.

He ran to catch up with her, "and is there a reason for this moonlit stroll?"

"What do you want!" she stopped, staring at him.

"There's a lot of things I want Strawberry-" he smirked.

He was put on this earth to annoy her, she was sure of it, "Do you mind for once giving me a straight answer,"

"Then answer my question first," his gaze intense.

"To get away from bloody prats like you!," she started angrily. He raised an eyebrow. She sighed, "Is it so much to ask to get away from it all and just think without being interrupted?"

"Fair enough," he looked at her observantly, " but I'm staying with you,"

"Did you not get the 'with out being interrupted' part?"

"I won't talk. I'd rather stay with you than have you wandering out alone. And if your caught-" he smiled, "being a prefect has it's advantages."

"I'd rather you not,"

"Sorry, not doing,"

She scowled. She waited to see if he dared, but he did. He was still standing there, smirking at her.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT!" she suddenly screamed. She hated this. She just wanted to be left alone. To think. She felt rage and anger suddenly well up inside her, "WHAT'S IT TO YOU!"

"It's as I said before, if you're caught-" he stated calmly.

"WHY DO YOU CARE SO MUCH ABOUT ME GETTING CAUGHT! YOU'D GET IN JUST AS MUCH TROUBLE!" She glared at him.

But, he didn't speak, he didn't hold her gaze.

"What is it?" she asked, concerned at his silence. There was something about the way he stared far off into the distance that made her suspect something was wrong.

She could tell he was trying to make up his mind about something, "Never mind," he mumbled, shaking his head, "I'll leave you alone then," he nodded at her and made his way towards the lake.

"What?" she caught up to him, "what's wrong?"

"I already said I'd leave you alone, what more do you want?" there was a dangerous edge in his voice, but she ignored, unconcerned.

"If you have something to say, say it," she prodded on.

He stopped, "Seriously," he had an angry look on his face, "what is it with all you grey eyed people," annoyance in his voice. But the moment he said it, he knew he shouldn't have. He saw the angry flash that appeared on her eyes before she looked away.

"What are you talking about, Wolf?" she asked in a dangerously low voice. She knew something was up.

"Just- never mind-"

"Wolfgang Lupin, what did you mean by grey eyes?" her voice was rising.

"I said, never you mind!" he snapped.

He knows… Serena thought suddenly. Her breath caught at this, How much does he know? Does he suspect- Grey eyed who? Malikye? Did they talk? What did they say? Did he tell him something I don't know? That he's my father? Is he my father? He can't be- thoughts quickly flitted through her brain so fast that she didn't even complete whole trains of thought before jumping to another one.

Wolf was looking at her, seeing something in her eyes that gave away how affected his statement made her.

"Serena? What's up?" The way her eyes flicked back in forth gave away her distress.

Her past was coming back to haunt her. Draco Malfoy, Ginny, Harry, the garden… Her past and her secrets. And now just the presence of Malikye threw her off balance.

Her world was crashing down around her. Memories of traveling place to place, being left alone for hours on end, having no friends. Having no dad.

Things were so easily undone, spiraling out of control. How one person could prod the end of a line of dominoes and they would all be set in motion. To late to try and stop it.

Fate was toying with her. Fate had pushed the first domino and now the other's were falling. How long did she have before they reached the end? How long until someone found out? How long did she have?

"Serena? Serena what's wrong?"

"Stop!" she whispered to who? To god? Was there a god? To fate? Yes, definitely to fate, "stop it!"

She wanted fate to stop toying with her. She crouched on the grass, digging the heel of her palms into her eyes. He knelt down beside her, putting a hand on her back.

"We both have secrets, I know,"

"No, no you don't know,"

"Yes, I do," he insisted.

"If you're secret slipped out how bad would you're consequences be?" she spat.

"Serena," he started slowly, "are you in some sort of trouble?"

She snorted, "Unless you call living, being in trouble. Unless you call breathing in trouble. Unless you call having red hair or grey eyes and pale skin trouble."

Unless you call being a Malfoy in trouble.

"What are you talking about?"

"GOD! Just leave- me- alone!" she yelled, springing up.

Who was he to prod in her past?

"You have no business talking to me. You'd have the whole of the Order at your back if anything happened to you. You don't understand, you don't know anything. Everyone has secrets Mr. Werewolf, but mine are deadly compared to yours!"

His face had gone dark.

"What are you hiding Strawberry?" he spat her name, "Are you hiding a bite mark and a tail? Are you hiding from full moons and silver objects?"

"No," she was tempted to tell him just so he could know how much pain she was in, how secretive her life had been. Hell, how much trouble had they gone through to erase anyone from ever possibility finding out that she was a Malfoy, "I'm hiding from the truth," and with that she jumped on her broomstick and pulled out her wand, shooting red sparks up in the air. There was a loud explosion, like a firework.

"You better run Mr. Prefect, someone will have heard that," and she zoomed off into the night, the moon in front of her and Hogwarts at her back.

[a/n: this is to Lourdes: thanks for keeping up with the story! Just want to clear up that only the Weasley's, Harry, and Ginny know that Draco is the father… Oh, and Dumbledore knows too. Surely you can understand that its kept so hush-hush because the whole situation with Draco and Ginny. For Serena to be publicly known as a Malfoy would be mayhem. As for Remus, the most he knows is that she got pregnant during the War.

I hope that clears up any confusion…

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