Authors Note: Hello my lovies what is new wonderlies? Is the flatteries workin? Will you send a review my way? Pretty please? Hmmm, Charms is chewing on my knee so I better hurry on in the writing department. Ok? Love you lots and all that shit, me.

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Lessons and a book of Veelas.

Lessons teach you alot, but only friendship lasts forever.

Draco cursed as he entered the potions class and remembered the book still lying on his head boy bed. How could he have forgotten it on the first day? It was beyond him. He sat down with a sigh, knowing this was not a good way to greet his Godfather at school.

As expected Draco was called up on the first instance a book was needed and afterwards, he wondered whether he was the first student in Hogwarts to get a detention on the first day back. Then with an inward smirk, he recalled Potter slamming into the Whomping Willow. Maybe not the first student.

He left the potions room shaking his head at his own stupidity. Forgetting a book, he'd never spaced out that bad before, especially on the first day. He shook his head. It was always like this around Meara though. For a great sister who tended to listen to his instructions she really could be annoying. He was constantly worried if she was safe, if she was careful.

He yawned as he entered the Great Hall and sat beside Blaise, as usual. "Hey, detention on the first day." Blaise greeted with a smirk.

"Yeah. That's how much I missed Snape." Draco rolled his eyes. "Stupid prat."

"You complain like a girl." his friend informed him. "And as often as one too." He looked the Slytherin prince up and down. "In fact do you even have balls?"

Draco scowled. "Don't push it Blaisey boy, I can still hex you."

Blaise tried, and failed to look innocent. "You wouldn't, your sisters coming this way."

Draco turned to see that in fact his sister was coming. "She needs to learn it sooner or later." He said to his dark skinned friend.

Blaise chuckled. "She's so bouncy and happy. She won't need to use it very often, if she can wrap you around her little finger she can get anyone to do what she wants."

Draco shot daggers at his friend. "She is a Slytherin Blaise, the bounciness is only a faze. Besides, wrapping people around there fingers is a Malfoy trait, no?"

"No, it's a Pansy Parkinson trait. At least Meara seems to use it more sparingly. On you and that Gryffindor witch."

Draco glanced to the Gryffindor table. "Maybe." He conceded. "Though if Pansy tried to wrap me around her little finger I think I'd puke."

"She that bad in bed?" Blaise asked.

"Bloody terrible." He confirmed, making a face and making Blaise laugh.

"Hello Draco. Hello Blaise." Meara greeted them, sounding different.

Draco frowned at his usually smiley sister. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." She lied, and then smiled up at him. "Don't worry about it, just girl stuff."

Draco shook his head. "Ok, ok. Maybe you should talk to her." He gutted his thumb towards Ginny. "She's a girl."

Meara was really happy then for some reason. "I can't believe you noticed." She told him. "I might see her later, but I'm starving."

Glad for some reason he piled up her plate with food and handed it to her. "There you are."

"Hmm, so how were your Charm and Herbology classes?" Blaise asked, sitting back until his head rested against stone.

"Mmm, all good." She said, biting down on a muffin top. "A lot more crowded than it looked."

"Crowded?" Draco commented at her choice of words. "How do you mean?"

"Charm's is mixed houses." She shrugged. "Most of your classes are but only Charms and Transfiguration for me."

"This bothers you because?" Blaise asked.

She shrugged. "Doesn't really, just commenting." In fact, she'd found it rather difficult. It was hard to be cheerful without a cause and she had yet to perfect the Mask that Draco was so fond of wearing. When she'd entered the room and all eyes turned to her, watching and trying to categorize the Slytherin Princes little sister.

She yawned. "Thank Merlin I only have Defense Against the Dark Arts left."

Draco chuckled. "Wait till you have your NEWTs to worry about." He told her.

She groaned. "Don't remind me."

Suddenly Draco felt Blaise stiffen at his side. "Draco."

Draco looked to him and then up, to what he was looking at. "Weasley?" He asked with a confused note to his voice.

Ginny smiled, though she was clearly nervous. She turned her smile to Meara. "This is for you. I heard there's a test coming up for the 1st years soon." She said, handing the small girl an even smaller (...well dah, it wasn't gunna be bigger, but it's a small book ok?) book.

Meara looked as confused as Draco had before his mask fell into place. She turned the book over. "Veela's?" She asked, a smile dancing over her features.

Ginny blushed and shifted Masks weight on her hip. "Hope it helps when its time for that test." She looked back to Draco and he saw emotions flitter through her eyes. "Malfoy, Zabini." She farewelled, moving out of their eyesight and then leaving the Great Hall.

Draco smirked as he saw the openly hostile looks on the faces of most at the Gryffindor table. He gently took the book from his sister's fingers. "Veela's aye?" He asked, flicking through the first few pages. "I haven't heard of a test about Veela's."

"Doesn't mean there isn't one brother dear." She sighed.

Draco looked at her. "Something's wrong, what is it?"

"Nothing." Meara lied. "I'm just tired."

"Chimaera Narcissa Malfoy." Draco lectured, making Meara wince and Blaise give him a strange look. "You need to work on that mask, the walls are collapsing."

She suddenly realised what he was talking about and visibly brightened. "Will you teach me then?" She asked.

Draco looked slightly uncomfortable. "I suppose."

Meara squealed with joy and hugged her brother tightly. "Thankyou Dray." She mumbled as she kissed his cheeks in a way only a sister managed.

"Rule number one Meara, no bloody kissies." He groaned, though he didn't sound mad.

She released him and retrieved her book, sliding it into her bag. "I had better get to DADA; I'll see you later, ok?"

Draco nodded wearily. "Seya."

"Bye Dray, bye Blaise." She waved, hurrying off to her next class.

Ginny yawned deeply and slid her things into her bag. Mask cheeped and Ginnys yawn turned into a soft smile. "I'm working on my revenge, don't worry." She promised.

She left the empty classroom and headed downstairs to the kitchens for more food to give Mask.

"Ginny!" A familiar voice called, breaking her out of her thoughts.

"Hey Meara." She smiled, turning towards the pale girl, who smiled at her. "What's up?"

"Thanks for that book Ginny." Meara thanked her sheepishly.

"I was worried your brother would see right through the lie." Ginny confessed with a smile.

"He's teaching me the mask."

Ginny froze, jealousy seemingly replacing her blood, then it was gone. She sighed. "Really?"

"I know you want to learn it too." Meara told her with a Malfoy-like smirk. "I can tell you what he tells me if you like."

Ginny watched the girl with hope and wariness. She was forcibly reminded that Meara, however nice she seemed was still a Malfoy. "Why?"

"Were friends right?" Meara asked sweetly. "You help me and I help you. Ginny, you may have trouble trusting my family, but I'm Chimaera. Relax."

Ginny shook her head. "Ok, you'll tell me what he teaches you then?"

Meara nodded. "Of course." She wriggled a finger on the feathers on its head. "A mask is a good thing to share when your friend wants one as bad as you do." She smiled up at the Weasley girl. "You do want one don't you?"

"Hell yes." Ginny grinned. "I wanna know every thing about it."