Hi everybody! Yay, another chapter, I think this is chapter 7? Anyway, please enjoy, as always, and R&R. Thanks!
Chapter 7 – Mistletoe Depression
"Miaka! Miaka!" Hermione called, her face pink from the cold. Miaka had run out from dinner a few minutes ago.
"I'm here, Hermione." Came a small voice.
Hermione turned. Curled up, so she was partially hidden, under a large pine tree, was Miaka.
"Miaka! What's wrong? Why are you bleeding?"
Miaka coughed, a hollow noise in the silence of the falling snow. "I was going to go get some mistletoe for our game tonight. But… I made a mistake…"
"I'll go get Madam Pomfrey."
"I don't want to go to the Nurse! I'll be fine!" Miaka rose and wobbled, her legs trembling, but her jaw set in determination.
It took them a good 15 minutes to get up to the common room. Hermione helped Miaka into her pajamas and let her sleep.
Poor Miaka… Hermione thought, lighting a fire in the fireplace. Miaka had cuts and bruises all over her body. I wonder who did that to her?
A knock came on the door.
"Hello?" Hermione called. Draco opened the door.
"Hey Hermione, where's- what happened to Miaka?" he asked, his grey eyes wide.
"I think someone or something attacked her."
"I bet it was Potty and the Weasel." Draco gritted his teeth. "They should know better than to attack a girl! They're going to pay!"
He turned to leave, but Hermione grabbed his arm. "Please, Draco, we don't even know if they did it! They might have been somewhere else! I can ask around tomorrow."
Draco seemed to have something extremely gross in his mouth from his expression. Slowly, he nodded, and sat down beside Hermione on her bed.
"Why Miaka, though?" Draco asked quietly.
"I don't know."
"She may be a Gryffindor, but she's… American…"
"Yeah." Hermione laughed. "Like her eating habits."
She counted on her hand. "She sometimes eats with her hands, she is basically uncontrollable, she's very emotional…"
"Yeah." Draco said softly. Hermione looked at him. A good time as any… she thought.
"Draco, do you love Miaka?"
He looked at her, surprised, then chuckled. "Should've guessed. Yeah. She's just so innocent, not really an adult, as carefree as a little kid. But man, I don't envy Potter and Weasley when she punches them."
Hermione laughed, nodding her head, running through the memories she had of Miaka.
Miaka stirred in her sleep and muttered something that sounded like, 'Nightshade is yummy'. Hermione and Draco laughed.
"Exactly what I meant." Draco said.
"I'll see you tomorrow."
Draco rose and waved, before closing the door with a snap.
I'm sorry, I know its short. This story is becoming quite random, even I have no idea where I'm going with this story. I like it though