With out her permission, he jumped into the passenger's seat and buckled up. Even though he was living in the muggle world, he still got a little apprehensive about muggle transportation. Driving in a piece of metal going seventy miles per hour was a little dangerous, even for wizards. "Seeing as you've already made up your mind, I guess its fine." She said, and got into the car, putting on her seatbelt as well. As she pulled out of the parking lot, she asked, "How are you going to get…well…wherever it is that you're going?" He smirked, asking "Are you, or are you not, the smartest witch of her age? Have you ever heard of Apparating?"
A sense of dawning came over her. "Oh! You're right. I forget sometimes, because I can't do it in front of the muggles," she said before laughing at herself. "I swear, sometimes I am pathetic." He took her hand, "No, not pathetic. Just... yeah it was pretty damn pathetic." Mia acted hurt. "But you like me pathetic, so I guess it's all good."
He laughed. "Yes, ma'am, I do. I'm glad you're pathetic. Cuz I only attracted the most pathetic, gorgeous, brilliant, and intriguing of witches. I always win," he said, and leaned over to kiss her cheek. Instead of just a smooch, he began to concentrate lower on her neck, licking it, sucking on it, and making some very crafty bruises behind her ear. She moaned. "Dray," she let out a sigh, "we're going to get into a wreck if you don't cut that out. Not that I don't enjoy it, I most definitely do, but I would love to be able to continue it when we're not in harm's way."
This time it was his turn to sigh. "Fine, but I get an I.O.U." he said, and began running his thumb over the back of her hand. "Of course," she said, and seconds later she pulled up in front of a brown house that looked as though it was about to fall apart. The front window was covered with a piece of cardboard, the front door was barely on its hinges, and the grass looked as though it hadn't been cut in two years. Turning towards Dray, Mia quietly said, "Welcome to my humble abode. My parents don't care about anything but themselves, including the house, so it's basically in ruins. I tried to keep it together for a while, but it got to be too much to handle, so…. voila." She spread her hands out as to show him her results. She seemed embarrassed, but tried to keep herself together. "Don't worry. I'm sure that you tried your best." Dray jumped out of the car, walked over to her door, opened it for her, and held his hand out to help her up. She smiled graciously and accepted his offer with a quiet "thank you".
"Do you want to come in? I assure you, my room is secluded, and as long as my parents don't hear us, we'll be alright." She looked into his eyes for an answer. "Will they kill me?" he asked her. "No, they'd kill me first," she replied, letting the seriousness of her comment sink in.
They started walking to the house. She smiled and ran up along side of him and pulled out her keys. "Stay to the side, let me make sure the coast is clear. If I start coughing you need to Apparate immediately and I'll owl you," she said, silently praying that her parents weren't awake.
Opening the door, she looked around to see if anyone was awake. After all, it was only about 1:30am, early Saturday morning, and her father might not be asleep yet. Not seeing anything unusual, she pulled him inside and quietly shut the door. Mia pulled him through to the other side of the room, trying to be as careful as possible, and opened the door directly in front of her. This led to the basement, which led to a tunnel, which led to her bedroom. When they were in the tunnel Mia turned to Dray and said "I told you it was secluded." He was in shock. "Yes... but I never expected this."
When they reached her door it was locked with a deadbolt. She took the keys out of her bag and unlocked it, opening the entrance to her world. The walls were a pale yellow color, making the room look bright and warm, even though there were no windows. There was a door on the far wall and another to the right. There was a beautiful queen size bed with a wooden night table next to it. There was a black shag carpet and a couple of posters on the wall. Sensing Dray's questions, she answered, "I decorated with magic. I had someone 'of age' put a spell on my room so that I could do magic without the Ministry getting involved. There's also a weather charm on the room so that it's always the right temperature for me. It comes in handy being 'the smart one'," she said.
She went to her closet, the door on the right, and took off her shoes. Then she took out her pajamas and made her way to the bathroom. She turned to Dray and said, "Make your self comfortable. You can stay as long as you like," and made her way into the other room. Dray walked over to the black arm chair in the corner and pulled out a book. The book just so happened to be 'Hogwarts: A History'. He opened it and was about to start reading when he noticed her handwriting all over it. You wouldn't think that this was Hermione Granger's book. He was just about to flip towards the back when Mia came out of the bathroom and cleared her throat. "Some things do change," she said as she sat in his lap. Thinking about his change in attitude made him agree.
"So," she said lightly, trying to ease her way into this conversation. "What are you going to do with a 'mudblood' like me?" Her smile was something to make even the coldest heart warm. He knew he would have to tell her if he wanted any of this to be real. Sighing, he stiffened a little and started with his story. "My mother passed away last summer. She was killed, actually. By the killing curse. I'll give you two guesses who it was that killed her," and he looked at her. She gasped and said, "No. You're not serious." He nodded grimly and said, "It's true. Dear old dad. I asked him why and all he could reply was "because she deserved it".
She tried to get as close to him as she could. Mia laid her head on his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry." He just shrugged it off and told her it wasn't her fault. "No need to be sorry. You didn't kill her. That was the day that Draco Malfoy died, and Dray was born. Actually, Dray and Draco always lived together, it just happens that I like being Dray more, so he stuck around. Sometimes Draco will pop up, but he only stays for a little while. Ever since last summer my opinions on everything have changed. Muggle borns, Dumbledore, even, Merlin forbid it, Potter. Voldemort is no longer the way to go. He's a menace and so are all the fools that follow him."
The new couple had spent the entire night talking. They talked about everything from Dray's mother, to Mia's newly acquired kitten, Rascal, to what Harry Potter was really like outside of the newspaper articles. Finally they came to the dreaded conversation topic: Ex's. "Come on, tell me about your past flings," Dray said, still sitting in that black arm chair. "No, that's okay. You don't need to know about that. Tell me more about your owl Rogue." No matter how much she tried to change the conversation, it just wasn't good enough. "Good try, Mia. I want to know." He gave her those puppy dog eyes that she couldn't say no to.
"Ugh. Fine. You asked for it," she said and took out a large book that looked like a photo album. Opening to the first page, he saw that it was, in fact, a scrap book. There was a large picture of Mia and this, what one could clearly only label him as, hoodlum. They looked to be about twelve years old and really happy. She looked as though she was laughing and he was standing there holding her, looking every part of the protective boyfriend. "This is T.J. He was my first boyfriend. I think we were together a total of two weeks. He moved on to this girl that lives down the street, and frankly, I couldn't have cared less." He laughed at her and asked, "how come you're smiling like that?" Then it was her turn to laugh. "Well, there was this girl that he dated before he went out with me and she got so mad when she saw him with me that she tried to kick me in the shins but she fell down. That's why I was laughing."
Mia started to turn the pages; there were a couple more pictures of that hooligan T.J. On page 4 was a picture of Ron Weasley. Dray started laughing and Mia looked so embarrassed. "What? I was fourteen and he was the only one that showed interest. I've seen the trash you associated with in fourth year, so don't act all big and bad, mister." After recuperating from that low blow that she struck him with, he responded, "why did you guys break up?" and she looked a little upset. "Well we started dating right after the Yule Ball, when he realized I was a girl, and it lasted until March, when he met up with Lavender in the Divination Room. Apparently they were "studying together" because Lav is extremely smart in Divination; he needed to learn from her. Too bad the text book they were using was the Karma Sutra. He really didn't get a good grade that year."
Mia kept flipping through the pages and landed on a page with a boy that looked similar to Dray. He was blonde, green eyes and two cute birthmarks on his left cheek. He wore a silver stud in his ear and a ring through his nose and lip. He wore a sour expression in the picture and Mia ran her finger along the side of his face. "This is Spike. Formerly known as Steven. I started dating him right before sixth year. I told him everything. He and Nikki are the only ones that know I'm a witch. We actually lasted the whole year, but his father passed away and he shut himself off from everyone. He told me that he loved me and that he wanted what was best for me, so we broke up, but we're still friends. Some days he's practically the old Steven I knew, and some days he's as cold as ice. He's usually okay when he's at the club. Did I tell you he owns The Craft?" He shook his head. "Yeah his dad left it to him. I help him out sometimes over the summer when it gets really busy. I bartend. He gives me a little cash now and then because he knew what my parents were like." There were only two pages with Spike's pictures on it. There was no room left in the book. "There's no more room, where's my picture going to go?" Just by seeing the look on his face, one would think that Dray was a bit jealous. She smiled at him and shrugged her shoulders. "I guess I'll just have to start another one."
The sun would have been peaking through her windows if she had any. It was about seven in the morning when these two kids finally said goodnight. After they're five hour conversation, that was interrupted every so often by a snog session, they were exhausted. Mia yawned. "Dray, I'm tired. You can stay if you really want to, but I'm going to sleep." She slowly got off of Dray's lap and headed for her bed. He sat down next to her and tucked her in, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear, "Goodnight Angel". Two seconds later and he was gone. That night she had the best dream she ever had.