Disclaimer: Once again I say, I don't own any characters or places or things associated with Harry Potter and his wizarding world. The only things I own are the plot to the story and the characters NOT in the Harry Potter books or movies. I hope we all know who those are.

A/N: I think I'm falling in love with Myra's character. This is new to me actually- Doing an O.C. that's not really based off of me and I think I'm doing fairly well, don't you?

They weren't doing this. She wasn't helping them do this. It was beyond every moral she held herself to. And yet, there she was, Myra Rose Smitham, helping the Marauders pull off their first prank of the year.

How was she helping?

She was distracting Malfoy, somehow. At this point, she still didn't know how she was going to pull it off. But she had to grab his attention long enough for the Marauders to wave their wands, mutter a spell, and run off with no one noticing. This officially was going to put her on the headmasters 'Students to Watch' list because she knew, somehow, she'd get blamed for it.

She didn't even want to talk to the guy, let alone distract him. But there she was standing in the hall infront of the Great Hall, waiting for Malfoy to come to dinner.

'Think, Myra, think. Escape and evade is no longer a valid plan. Must distract the nasty git.' But as the raven haired witch thought these things, her face was dead pan. No one would guess that she was freaking inside.

She paced back and forth, the only tribute to her freaking out, when she bumped into something hard and warm. She fell flat on her ass. As she looked up, she realized she'd bumped into her target. None other than Lucious Malfoy, the most popular Slytherin student.

He looked down upon her and spit out only one word, "Mudblood."

Myra was in shock, but her face showed no hint of the emotion that was filling her entire being. She took a deep breath and said, "Pureblood. But no one holds that against you."

Malfoy looked as if someone had slapped him across the face. "How dare you speak to me in that manner. You are nothing compared to me."

Myra shrugged her shoulders, "Truth is in the eye of the beholder. And to me, I see a person so worried about blood that everything else is simply unimportant."

"You speak as if you know me. And no mudblood shall ever know me," Malfoy was furious by this point and it was taking all of Myra's willpower not to run away screaming from the guy thundering over her. It was in that moment that she realized that she was still laying on the ground. She hurried to right herself. When she stood up she found that she barely came up to his shoulders. Maybe she was better off on the ground looking up.

"Anyone can know who you are, but it takes someone special to know how you tick." Myra raised an eyebrow at him. It had been a while since she'd had the pleasure of pissing someone off. She'd forgotten how great it felt.

"Oh, and you must think you know how I tick," Malfoy retorted. He stepped back and crossed his arms.

"Not totally. Atleast not yet. You aren't that hard to figure out Malfoy. You're good in potions, cynical, and you hate the Marauders. Truth be told," Myra said, then stepped closer to Malfoy, "The Marauders are a force to be reckoned with."

Myra started walking away, she'd stalled him enough. Yet, at last minute she turned around. "Ponder this Malfoy. If I had been born a Pureblood, would you have liked me then or would you still not like me because of the people I hang out with. You do know that the sorting hat almost put me in Slytherin had it I not been muggleborn. You're being infiltrated. You're precious little life of nothing but purebloods is going down. I will take you down Malfoy." With a happy elated feeling only in her heart, Myra walked off to the Gryffindor tower to grab some books right before she went off to class.

The next time Myra came across Malfoy, his robes were enchanted in Gryffindor colors with no indication of changing back.

She cocked an eyebrow, holding in her laughter and asked, "Switching sides? And to think, I thought you didn't like any house that wasn't full of purebloods. I guess people can change."

Malfoy looked more than just pissed off. He couldn't even get sounds out to make words to comment back and put this 'mudblood' in her place.

Myra saw Sirius and James behind him, hiding themselves with the wall. They were motioning for her to come over. "Well, I've got homework to do." Myra scuttled over to where the Marauders were standing.

She pointed to Malfoy who had walked off and the Marauders clapped hands over their mouths to stifle the laughter. "You guys are insane. Now, I've actually got homework to do."

"Nuh Uh. We're celebrating the beginning of the year and the completion of the first prank of the year. You, my dear, are celebrating with us." Sirius grabbed her arm and led her to the Gryffindor tower with her struggling against him the entire way. She made excuses like "I needed to go to the library" or "I forgot my textbook in the Great Hall." None of these stopped the Marauders. They were determined to get her to the party. And by 'they', Sirius did it all.

"Butterbeer?" James asked, curtly before walking off to find Lily.

"How rude of him," Sirius muttered before turning to Myra. "Butterbeer or no? Because I'll actually get it for you."

Myra almost let a smile grace her face but caught it at the last minute. No, she couldn't smile. No emotions could cross her face. She'd already shown more than she should've. Now, all she had to do was get to her dorm...

"Actually I am quite tired. I think I'll retire for the evening," Myra nodded her head and went to go to her dorm.

"Don't think you'll be going that easily young lady. And who says 'retire' anymore. It's I'm going to sleep now," Sirus said, laughter in his voice and his eyes shining. He grabbed her arm and brought her close to him. There was something about this girl that intrigued him to know more. Something about her that kept her at a distance, a far off mystery that he had to solve.

He looked down and saw that secret looming in her eyes. Something about this scared her.

She couldn't believe she was so close to him. She hadn't been held like this since...she would think about it. But it was so hard not to. She felt the tears start up in her eyes. No she wouldn't cry in front of him. She couldn't cry in front of anybody. She tore herself from his arms and ran towards the steps. She heard him coming after her but she thought she could make it.

Wrong.

He put his hand on her shoulder and turned her around to face him. "What's wrong? What did I do?" There was some sincerity in his voice that she didn't quite understand. Why did he care so much? Why couldn't he just leave her alone?

"It's nothing," She took a deep breath keeping the tears in for just a few more seconds. "I don't want to talk about it." She then turned promptly and ran up the stairs.

Sirius knew he had lost this battle, so he retreated to his dorm, too lost in thought to do any partying.

A/N: Well, that's chapter three. So go ahead and press that little button down there and send me a message/review thing. Good or bad.