Chapter Fifteen

Model Pictures

About a week later, Dumbledore called Jet to his office. Mya saw into the future and saw herself, Draco, and Ronnie along with her in the office, so they went with Jet.

They entered his office. He rose from his seat behind his desk.

"Ah, Jet, I knew you were going to bring an entourage..." He laughed. He raised his hands and two trunks came flying into his office in front of them. His smile quickly faded and he went back into his serious demeanor.

"These are Jacques and Odette's trunks," He went straight to the point and wasted no time. He was always the concise type (unlike me lol), "I hadn't gotten rid of them yet because I wanted you to take what is rightfully yours from them," Dumbledore told her.

"I-I can't..." Jet broke off. She ran out of his office crying.

"Jet! Wait...JET!" Mya ran after her.

"I had expected this to happen...that's why you're here," Dumbledore said, walking back to his seat.

"Us?" Ron asked, gulping, as if he and Draco were being put into a quest of Camelot or something.

"Yes, you two understand Jet the best, out of the boys. I had thought it would be a better idea for a male, or two, to do this for her. I find that girls break down easier..." Dumbledore half-laughed. Ron was shaking slightly.

"What's wrong with you?" Draco asked, giving him a sideways glance.

"D-d-demon trunks..."

Draco rolled his eyes and grabbed Jacques' trunk, "I'd expect you can handle that one..." Draco laughed.

"Thank you boys, off you go...I should suggest you do so in your common room...nobody will be going in there for a while..." Dumbledore assured them.

They nodded to him and walked out of his office with the trunks. Draco had lifted it onto his shoulder. Ron went to pick up the trunk, but failed miserably. He grabbed the handle and pulled. With each hard pull, the trunk moved a mere inch and a half.

"Wait...for me!," Ron said, straining himself.

"Don't pull anything..." Draco laughed, holding the door for him.

"Too late...Is my butt supposed to feel numb?..."

Later, when Draco had effortlessly carried the two trunks and Ron on his shoulders to the common room, they started to look throught the trunks.

"Aw jeez, Draco...you spoil me rotten," Ron laughed as he sat down next to him.

"Shut-up, Weasel, and look through a trunk," Draco said smirking.

As Ron was looking at Odette's many demonic trinkets, which had scared him shitless, Draco had found a particularly suspicious envelope. It was labeled, "Mon Amour et Son Amie," which was French for "My Love and Her Friend," in literal terms. Draco raised an eyebrow as he peaked into the envelope. It was recent model pictures of, curiously, Jet and Mya. Draco looked at Ron through the corner of his eye. He saw that he was almost done being disgusted with the trinkets. He quickly stuffed the envelope in his pants pocket.
"What's that?" Ron asked, he had saw him.

"Nothing..."

"Oh, codswallop, whatchya got there?" He asked him, now standing up, reaching for his pocket.

"If you sit in the corner like a good little, Ronnie-kins...I'll give you a lollipop!"

"You can't bribe m-...what flavor?" Ron asked, forgetting all about the envelope.

"Cherry..."

"Mmmm...okay, deal. Gimme, gimme, GIMME!" Ron screeched like a child, holding out his hand.

"Here you go...now go sit in that corner..." Draco said, handing him the cherry flavored sucker. Ron practically skipped to the corner.

Once Ron was out of eye-shot, Draco took out the envelope again. He took the pictures out and started thumbing through them. Ron came up behind him, but he didn't realize he was there.

Ron gasped and Draco nearly jumped out of his skin, "WEASEL!"
"JET!...ooOOooOOoo...where'd you get those?..." Ron asked, being naive.

"Jacques' trunk, where do you think?" Draco said, matter-of-factly.

"JACQUES...that SKUNK!"

"Not exactly what I'd like to call him, but whatever suits you..." Draco said through gritted teeth, "But you got to admit...these are bloody hot..." Draco said, forgetting about where he had found them, "HEY! I thought I told you to sit in the corner and eat your lollipop, young man!" Draco said, joking around now.

"Oh, but daddy-Drakkie...I couldn't open my lolli!" Ron said, pretending to be four.

"Good one..." Draco laughed.

"It is kinda funny...but I'm serious...I CAN'T BLOODY OPEN IT!" Ron said, yanking on the lollipops plastic wrapping.

"Oh..." Draco laughed, taking the lollipop from him and with one quick swipe, taking the wrapper off for him.

"THANK YOU!" Ron said, taking the lollipop from Draco and stuffing it in his mouth. He was now satisfied.

"Okay, now that you have your pacifier," Draco laughed at his own joke, "Let me tell you what I was planning to do with these..."
"Make a pretty collage-y thingy?" Ron asked.

"No...something more masterful...THINK OUTSIDE THE BOX, MAN!"

"Uh..."

"Right...that just proves to you that I'm the master..."
"Well then, mister master, what's the..." He looked around and inched his face closer to Draco's, "evil plan," Ron whispered, tapping his fingers together, one by one to their corresponding finger, with a malicious grin on his face.

"Well..." He whispered the plan into his ear as if the walls had ears.

"Why?..." Ron asked.
"Because we can..." Draco smirked. (fade scene...haha...their like girls at a sleepover...hahaha)

Later on, when it was almost dinner, Jet and Mya had still been in the bathroom. Mya finally got Jet to unlock the bathroom stall.

"All right, sweetie?" Mya asked, giving her a big hug, "Don't worry about it...it's all over...and anyway...it's dinner time...don't you want to eat?" Mya asked, thinking that that would get her out of the bathroom.

"I'm not hungry..."

"Oh my God...you really are upset...how 'bout this, Jetsie, I'll get you a glass of water and I'll bring it back here for you, all right?"

"Oui...merci, Mya..." She sat down on the floor and leaned against the wall.

Mya left her to get the water from the Great Hall. When she went in, she saw a pitcher of water and a clean glass. She opted to take both. She saw a crowd of people in the corner but didn't put mind on it. She went to exit the Great Hall, but did a double take. The group was not only all together, but were staring at her. She saw Draco and talked to him from their distance.

"Why is everybody looking at me?..." She looked at the few people that weren't looking at her and looked to where they were looking, the model pictures were being magically enchanted into the ceiling like a slideshow, "AND WHY AM I ON THE CEILING!" She screamed, "DRACO MALFOY!"

He smirked as he walked up to her, "Yes?..."

"Where did you get those?"

"Africa?..."

"Draco...don't make me embarass you in front of Hogwarts..." She put down the glass and grabbed him by his tie.

"Jacques' trunk..." He said, reluctantly.

"Oh, really...and what in God's name possessed you to POST me and Jet in such a WAY!"

"Mere practical joke...chill..." Draco's smirk faded.

"Don't TELL me to CHILL!" She grabbed him by the tie and pulled him out of the Great Hall, still holding the pitcher of water in her other hand.

Jet heard her yelling and looked out of the bathroom, "What's wrong?" She sniffed.

"Here, why don't you go to the Great Hall to find out? This pitcher has to go back anyways..." Mya handed her the pitcher, refusing to let go of Draco's tie.

Jet shrugged and went to the Great Hall with the pitcher of water. When she walked in, the first thing she saw was the display.

"RONALD WEASLEY!" She dropped the pitcher and it shattered at her feet. Ron had been eating his dinner. He stuffed the last few bites into his mouth and ran for the exit. It was blocked by onlookers.

"WHAT IS THIS?" She asked, slowly approaching him.

"Dr-co-i-dee-a..." He said through his food.

"I don't know what that means, but...AH!" Jet went to lunge at him, but he stepped back one and she fell flat on her face.

He swallowed his food with one loud gulp, "Uh-oh..."

She slowly rose off the ground. She looked him straight in the eye, cracked her neck, and then tried to be calm, "I'll try...to ask...you nicely...where...did you...get those..."

"Uh...in...I..."

"AND WHY ARE THEY ON THE CIELING!" She screamed. She grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him out of the Great Hall.

"MYA!" She yelled out.

"Yes, I know..." She said through gritted teeth, "I think we should have a council to find what punishment is fitting for our children..." Mya growled, letting go of his ear fiercely. Jet and Mya went in the corner and discussed. Draco and Ron watched intently. Mya was smirking fervently and Jet, every once and a while, would look over her shoulder at them and let out a harsh evil chuckle.

They broke and walked up to the boys.

"We've decided that Draco get a longer sentence than Ron, since you bribed him with candy and it was your idea..." Mya said.

"BUT...Ron gets a little something...extra..." Jet added in.

"Two weeks..." Mya said pointing at Draco.

"One week..." Jet pointed at Ron.

"Of NO touching us..." The girls said in unison.

"Hand-holding not included..." Jet said, like it was a commercial ad, "And no ice cream for you mister..." Jet shook her finger in Ron's face.

"This is worse than a death sentence...just send me down to the gallows...I'm a bloody renegade!"

"Oh, hush...let's go..." Jet said, walking away. Ron followed as if she were tugging on his leash.

Draco was still in shock, "Wait...I missed that...no touching?" Draco half-whispered.

"No...you got it right...none what-...-so-...-ever..."

"WHY!" Draco cried out, falling to his knees.

"It's your own fault..."

"OH, have mercy...I'm a pervert without a CAUSE!" He went to touch her feet.

"Don't TOUCH me!"

"YOU MAKE ME WEAK WOMAN...YOU MAKE ME WEAK!" He screached, completely collapsing on the floor.

Corona came slithering over tho them, carrying Draco's wand and the envelope of pictures.

"I'll be taking those," Mya said, snatching the pictures. Corona left his wand beside him and slithered off.

Ron came running through the halls screaming. Jet had sicked Muffin on him. Thel ittle puppy was chasing him and barking. The girls laughed.

The Malladora's had been given back to Pooky because they were nearly full-grown now. It was only fitting for them to start their full-on training with their birth mother. They, the Malladoras, were no longer their foster children.

It was only a few minutes to the end of Ron's week sentence. He ran up to Jet, "When the clock strikes twelve, I'll be free, right?"

"Oui..." Jet said, raising an eyebrow, "What's going through that red head of yours?..."

"Well, come on then! I want to have a bowl of ice cream ready for me!" Ron screeched, practically jumping up and down.

"Why do you need me there?"

"CAUSE I WANT MY GIRL!" He grabbed her by the hand and ran with her all the way to the ice cream parlour in Hogsmeade. He gota a sundae just in time for the clock to chime. Ron looked at the ice cream, then at Jet, and back again. He didn't know what to do first. He shrugged, stuffed a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth, and kissed Jet with his mouthful.

"RON!" Jet screeched, pushing him away.

"Sorry..." He swallowed.

"Oh, neverymind," She kissed him back.

Draco's sentence was up. Mya kissed him. He sighed in half-relief, half-pleasure.

"You better not do anything like that again..." Mya shook her finger in his face.

"Oh, trust me...I won't..." Draco went to kiss her again when Jet ran up to the screaming.

"MYA!"

"What..." She moaned, "Can't you see I'm a little busy" Mya nodded her head towards Draco. He was kissing her neck.

"KYLA'S HERE" It hadn't fazed her.

"KYLA?" Mya shoved Draco off her, and he fell flat on his ass. She grabbed Jet's hands and they jumped up and down in circles, screaming and laughing, "YAY!"

"Um...ow?...that kinda hurt BUM!" Draco said, gettin up and rubbing his butt.

Mya continued to jump up and down with Jet.

A pretty girl in a pink velour sweatsuit, pink sneakers, a pink sporty purse, and a pink hat to match.

"I have arrived..." She said, holding out her arms.

"KYLA!" Jet and Mya ran up to her and nearly knocked her down. They had a group hug.

Fiona came running down the hall, "KYLA!" She screamed. She ran up to the group hug, and like bowling, she 'knocked 'em all down.'

"Well, 'ello there, Noni..." She gave her a big hug.

"What'd I miss?..." Draco asked, confused.

"Oh, Draco, this is our old friend, Kyla. Ma girl from Scotland. Kyla, this is my boyfriend, Draco,"

"Well, 'ello there," Kyla said, holding out her hand for a handshake.

Draco shook her hand, "Hello,"

Later, when everyone met Kyla they went to dinner. Kyla was sorted into Gryffindor and she sat down by Jet, Ron, and Harry at the Gryffindor table. They were well into their meal when Jet actually started to start a conversation.

"We are in our own house. We still belong to the originals, but we belong to something bigger. We call ourselves Wolvensoir...You can join, but you have to go through panel of judges and some stuff...but you'll get in, no worries," She managed to say in between bites.

"'Ello, Ron!" Ron's twin brothers came trotting down to their end of the table and sat down on either side of Ron.

Jet was a little angry, "FRED, I WAS SITTING NEXT TO HIM!"

"Oh, I don't mean any harm, Jettie-bear..." He replied.

"YOU TWO HAVE BEEN EAVES-DROPPING ON ME AGAIN!" Ron screeched through his mouthful of potatoes.

"Oh, It's all right...we're on'y lookin' out for ya," George assured him, messing up his hair.

"And who's this lovely lady?" Fred asked, eyeing Kyla.

"Kyla Flaversham," Jet said, taking a sip of her juice, "Kyla, Fred and George, Ron's twin brothers,"

"Pleasure to meet you miss," They said in unison.

"Oh, the pleasures all mine," Kyla smiled.