Disclaimer: Seriously...If I owned it, Draco would never wear clothes!...let alone leave my bed! But alas, J.K. Rowling got to him first. Poo! I do own Miravelle and company! ; )

Chapter 2: The Official Meeting

The next week was a blur to Miravelle. She and Mandy went shopping in Diagon Alley in order to have cute clothes to wear in their respective volunteer jobs. Mandy bought adorable wizard robes that flattered her body while still making her look professional. Miravelle on the other hand went ahead and bought muggle style 'outdoors' clothing: khaki pants, jeans, shorts, t-shirts, tank-tops, and only a couple of formal dress robes for the "Hello" and "Goodbye" ceremonies. She felt determined to feel as carefree and comfortable this summer. It was the last time she'd have before becoming a responsible adult.

Draco-vision!

Draco was having a tough time relaxing. He was so bored all alone at the cabin. A whole week with no one to talk to, or even fight with, was driving him out of his mind. To make matters worse, the girls' camp across the lake had been empty. He thought that he'd be having a great time luring girls away from their beds at night, but he was starting to worry that it just wouldn't be that way this time. To pass the time, he took to swimming a couple of laps around the lake and then reading in front of the fire in his cabin.

On the first day of the second week, however, he noticed some activity across the lake. This sent a jolt of excitement through Draco. Things might get interesting after all!

Back to Miravelle

Monday couldn't have come sooner for Miravelle and Mandy. Their dad opted to go to work later that day so that he could see his older daughter off and prep his younger one for her first day on the job.

Richard woke up early to make breakfast. He made blueberry pancakes accompanied by a tall glass of milk. It had to be something simple because he knew everyone would be very excited today and he didn't want anyone to lose their meal on any account.

Miravelle was the first to come down, for once. As she made her way downstairs, she could be heard yelling, "You'd better get down here soon or I'll eat your food!" Her response was the rapid stomping of feet running downstairs.

Their father was pleasantly surprised by his daughters' appearances. Mandy was wearing a long, slim dress robe that matched the color of her eyes: sky blue. She wore only a tiny bit of make-up, but she didn't really need any to look gorgeous. Miravelle was decked out in a burgundy dress robe with black sequence roses lining the very top of it. It was long and flowing giving her an air of mystery. She had dark black eyeliner with kohl shadow and luscious red lips. Her hair was so straight; it looked ready to stab someone's eyes out.

"You have to make an intimidating first impression or those girls will walk all over you!" she said when she saw her father's expression.

"It's not that, you don't intimidate me. You look more like you mother every day, honey. I know you'll definitely make a great impression today." he replied holding back the tears that were threatening to flow. "And Mandy, not even Aphrodite could look as you today! I think everyone at the office will be quite taken with you by the end of the day. If anyone gives you any trouble though, you let me know." He added to his younger daughter.

"Thanks daddy. You don't think it's too much?" Mandy asked with big puppy-dog eyes.

"Not at all, sweetheart. You look very professional and sophisticated," her father reassured her with a broad smile.

"Alright, let's eat so that we can all get the show on the road." Miravelle exclaimed. She didn't feel comfortable with emotional, fluffy moments.

Half an hour later, they were on their way to the train station. Miravelle had to catch the train on platform 8 1/2 in exactly fifteen minutes. Why do we always have to cut it so close? She thought amusingly. If her family drove a normal muggle car, she'd be worried. But, they had a magical car (the latest in the wizarding world) which cut through traffic the way the knight bus did. So, the cut the anxiety and left her with pure excitement!

Upon arriving, the threesome rushed through the portal to the correct platform. The Country Side Express was a simple train, nothing too flashy. Richard hugged and kissed his daughter goodbye while Mandy practically suffocated her and invaded her ears with high pitched squeals.

"Oh My Gosh! This time you have to remember to write. I won't let you forget. I promise to send you owls every day! Oh, I'm going to miss you so much. How are you going to hold up in a camp full of girls! I mean, no boys for miles around! I'll try to find you one for when you get back, ok? I know you'll--" Mandy just kept going and going like that creepy pink bunny with the drum!

"Enough! I promise to try to respond as much as I am able to, ok? I'll miss you too, don't ever doubt that. And...uummm...about the boy thing, don't waste your time. I'm sure I can find one on my own, alright?" Miravelle responded warily.

"You be good, honey. Have a great time. Your sister will be pestering you to write so I know I don't have to worry about that anymore." Richard said laughingly.

"Thanks dad. I'll see you guys in about six to eight weeks. I love you guys and I'll miss you so much. I have to go now...bye."

With much hugging and kissing, Miravelle was off. Getting on the train brought her great memories. She made her way to the third cabin for some peace and relaxation. When she got there, she stowed her luggage in the overhead compartment and lay down in her seat. Ten minutes later she was drifting into a pleasant dream.

((Flashback))

Miravelle had been at the party in the third cabin for an hour and most of the people were drunk. She knew that there was a silencing charm in there and a sobriety charm set to go off when the train started to slow down, but for some reason, she didn't feel like getting too out of control...at least not yet! She had her own bottle of firewhiskey and she was dancing with a group of people.

She'd been taking a break and sitting in a darkish corner when he walked in. First, his cronies staggered in as if to announce their master's imminent arrival. Then, he seemed to glide in and take the spotlight. Draco Malfoy. No wonder the girls fawned over him so often. He had a ridiculously perfect body and a face to rival that of an angel's. Miravelle caught herself staring at him and when his attention focused on her figure slumped in that corner, her insides gave a jolt of excitement. Her friend, Amelia, came over and began gossiping.

"OK, so I know that he always gets the girl, but doesn't he look like some kind of poof? I mean, his style is impeccable! How many guys dress that good? I think I might just go over there and tell him what I think. Hopefully, with any luck, he'll try to prove me wrong, if you know what I mean!" Amelia wistfully insinuated.

"I personally think he looks like a gangster. I mean, he has bodyguards and even though we all know he's no saint, he has the air of an angel. A lot of gangsters on T.V. look like that, you know." Miravelle added with seeming aloofness.

"On what? Oh, right. That thing we studied last year in Muggle Studies. Whatever, I think someone sitting next to me fancies the Slitherin King!" replied Amelia while nudging Miravelle on the side.

"Hey! I think that guy's trying to get your attention. Aw...he's bringing you a drink. How cute!" Miravelle informed Amelia in a teasing manner.

"Amelia! Want another round of firewhiskey? And then maybe a little dance?" asked a cute Slitherin boy as he approached the girls.

"How 'bout we skip the drink, hun. Come on, let's dance!" she exclaimed as she jumped up from her seat next to Miravelle. She needed to work out a little frustration from seeing Draco Malfoy walk in anyway.

Draco walked towards the beautiful, dark-haired witch sitting in the corner. Her friends had just left to go dance with Blaise Zabini in a very spirited fashion. When Miravelle noticed the blonde getting closer, she decided today was the day to do whatever she wanted without worries of possible consequences. Everyone was too drunk to notice anyway, and if they did, she'd blame it on the alcohol. She got up a strutted right up to Draco and had to stand on her tippy-toes to whisper in his ear, "Dance with me, luv." Draco hadn't expected this, but was delighted by her forwardness, it definitely saved him time in trying to get her to do what he wanted. Not that that ever took too long anyway.

"Sure thing, hun." he said in a cheery voice. Then he leaned in and whispered, "Just tell me how you like it."

Miravelle blushed a deep shade of crimson, but was determined to not let him see this. She pulled him close and started swaying and grinding to the rhythm of the music. 'Ha!' She'd caught a glimpse of her friend and winked at her. Amelia, for her part, was giggling and laughing like a crazy hyena.

After a rather intense session of dancing, Draco and Miravelle retreated back into her corner for a little rest.

"You know...I really like the way you move. Can I know your name, or am I to believe you're an angel sent to me for being such a good boy?" Draco asked as he was complementing the now bright red witch.

"Ha! I was just saying something like that to my friend...well...the angel part anyway. As for the name thing, why d'you want to know? You can call me whatever you want fro tomorrow, you probably won't remember me. I probably won't either, for that matter." Miravelle simply stated. She emphasized her point by taking a swig from her firewhiskey bottle. She really liked pretending to be drunk. It was so liberating!

Draco smirked and looked down at the beautiful raven-haired witch. "Well, I'll call you 'Angel' for the time being because you're just too gorgeous to be mortal." he said in a low voice while getting closer and closer.

Suddenly their lips met and Miravelle froze for a second. Then, she relaxed into the kiss and slid her hands up Draco's chest and around his neck. Draco took this opportunity to trail his hands up and down her spine. He let his tongue trace her lips and parted them to intensify the kiss. She delved her fingers into his hair and pulled it slightly while pushing her body closer to his. Miravelle couldn't believe she was snogging Draco Malfoy! Merlin, her friends were going to be so jealous!

All of a sudden, Miravelle was brought down from heaven by a voice announcing their arrival on platform 9 3/4. 'Oh, well' she thought with a smile on her face. 'All good things must come to an end.' She stood up first because, by then, she'd made her way to his lap. She straightened her clothes and looked at her reflection in the darkened window. Flawless. She turned to a smirking Draco and said, "Thanks doll, I had a great time!" She then winked at him and proceeded to walk away.

Draco couldn't help but turn his smirk into a smile. This girl was out of this world. Most girls he took up with were loose little tramps who would cling to him until he physically pried them off and kicked them to the curb. This one, however, might just be worth his time. A thought suddenly struck him. "Hold up, my little angel. Will you be back next year?" he blurted out.

Miravelle was slightly taken aback. She'd actually made an impression. With her back still to the handsome Slitherin, she yelled out, "Of course, luv. Seventh and final year!"

((End Flashback))

Miravelle woke up feeling elated. She didn't care if she and Draco weren't an item. All she cared about was the fact that she'd gotten what she wanted and might get a little more if he happened to remember her.

The conductor announced the arrival at Winchester Station and those on their way to Witchitabi Camp should get ready to disembark. Once off the train, Miravelle started looking for a carriage to take her to the camp. She was getting suggestive looks from random men on the street and started getting self-conscious. 'Do I have something on my face? Is my dress in place?' These were the thoughts going through her mind. Then she realized that the dress she was wearing was decent and that these were just horny men who never got any. She gathered her wits about her and reminded herself that she was a very powerful witch. With one sharp glance, she intimidated these men into silence. Ah, the power of being a woman.

It didn't take too long to find a suitable carriage (driven by a rather feeble looking old man) and Miravelle was on her way. The driver was pretty spry for is age; Miravelle was at her destination in the blink of an eye. She thanked the old man and made her way to the main Hall to meet up with her superiors and set up fro the 'Hello' ceremony. Her luggage was magicked to her cabin and she started setting up the decorations.

The kids started arriving around 4:30pm and the ceremony was set to start at 5 o'clock. It was just a ceremony to welcome the girls to camp and to separate them by age groups. Miravelle would be in charge of the 7-10 age group, she didn't want to deal with older girls challenging her authority. Younger girls were more fun to hang out with anyway.

After the sorting and the mini buffet, Miravelle led her group of girls to their bunker. She and the girls had a little meeting; they had to come up with a password to the bunker and a name for the group.

"Alright, ladies, settle down. First of all, my name is Miravelle Loza. You may call me Miss Loza, Miss Miravelle, Miss M or, my personal favorite, Bob!" Miravelle announced with a huge smile. This earned her a room full of giggles. "Next item on the list is the password...any ideas?" she questioned the room at large.

The response war a bunch of girls yelling out random words: Bigfoot, Millinar, broomstar, Moopy, Tricon-meat...etc.

"Ok, ok. I heard one I liked. Our new password is 'Moopy'. Got it? Ok...Now we need a group name. What about 'Super Marionette Masters'?" she asked with a serious look on her face.

One girl muttered, "Might as well call us 'The Retards'..." But other than that, everyone was silent.

Miravelle broke the silence by replying, "C'mon girls, it was a joke! Help me think of something suitable."

There were audible sighs of relief and giggles all around. "I like 'The Bandettes'," said a girl in the corner. Many agreed and so did Miravelle.

"Hey, that's really good. Thank you--"

"Morgan. My name is Morgan," the girl in the corner cut in.

"OK, so that brings me to the last thing on the list: your names. I want all of you to say your names out loud, taking turns. I'll perform a memory enhancing charm on the room so that we can remember everyone's name easily. OK, we'll start at the other end and make our way to this side of the room. Alright, go now." commanded Miravelle pointing at Morgan.

The girls obeyed and started reciting their names, one by one: "Morgan", "Danielle", "Tessy", "Ginger", "Blanche", "Ferrah", etc...

Once they were done, Miravelle said 'goodnight' and went to go to sleep in her own, private cabin. Before leaving, though, she had to warn the girls about the noise level.

"Alright ladies, I'd like to set rules and regulations, but I know they won't be followed. So, I will just give you some advice: if you're going to stay up late, make sure you keep it down. The chief counselor likes to administer dreamless sleep potions to those who are caught awake at all hours of the night. Also, you know that there's no food allowed, but there's always someone who decides to sneak it in. Just remember to share and make sure that anything left over is eaten before you go to sleep. Otherwise, you'll be attacked by wild Whiz bees and other night creatures. Keep in mind that we are now 'The Bandettes' and have to be sly and sneaky... and never get caught! I know you'll make me proud. 'Night, ladies." And with that, she was off for the night.

Draco

That same afternoon found Draco planning how to go over to the other side and meet someone. Anyone. He had seen a fair share of decent-looking witches being led around the campsite and he'd paid close attention to where they'd be living the next couple of weeks. He dressed up for the occasion as well; he had to make a good impression in order to be irresistible to those ladies. The young Malfoy was wearing black dress pants and shirt with silver cuff links and belt buckle. The silver matched perfectly with his eyes and platinum blonde hair. He had slicked back his hair before getting in the self propelled boat that would lead him across the lake. As he was getting over to the other side, he saw a group of girls being led to a small cabin. The group was being led by a portly witch in green robes. Her voice boomed out as she introduced the ladies to their living quarters.

"--and last, but not least, this is where you will be sleeping. Lights out by 10pm and not a peep outta you after that, or else! Now, I'm going to be lenient with you tonight since it's the first day and I know you're all dying to get to know each other. Good night, I'll see you tomorrow morning." Announced the older witch before scampering off to her own, private cabin.

Draco approached the girls' living quarters and listened to them gossip and giggle.

"My parents made me come here. They said that they had already made plans to go on a second honeymoon and didn't want to leave me home alone. They knew that if I did stay home, my boyfriend and I would participate in questionable dealings...I wish I knew what he was doing right now," said a short, blonde witch.

"I personally wanted to come here. I'm turning sixteen at the end of the summer and I just wanted to spend the last months of my childhood with my friends," retorted a pretty redhead who was arm-in-arm with two other girls on her bed. "Besides, my house is so boring and my uncle is in the process of moving in. Personally, I'd just rather not spend time with weird uncles I hardly know. It's just creepy!" she added with a disgusted look on her face and a visible shudder.

"Whatever the reason, I'll gladly make your stay here a pleasurable one, ladies." Draco had appeared in the doorway with a disarming smirk and an irresistible gleam in his eyes.

"Oh, really?" said a slightly intimidating voice behind him. He turned, slightly taken aback. When he got a good look at the speaker, he turned to the girls in the room once again.

"On second thought, I have some unfinished business to attend to out here. Cheers!" he exclaimed. An assortment of giggling, sighing and groaning could be heard as Draco closed the door and faced the owner of the mysterious voice! "Well, this is a nice surprise. What brings you to my neck of the woods?" he asked with an amused tone in his voice.

"I am a camp counselor here and I'd appreciate it if you'd stop harassing underage witches." replied Miravelle with a mock stern voice. She'd been on her way to go to sleep when she noticed a very familiar platinum haired boy walk into the older girls' building.

"Really? Counselor? Aren't you a bit young?" Draco asked taking in her wardrobe for the first time. Red really did suit her. It complemented her dark hair and eyes to perfection. "By the way, you look positively enchanting tonight," he added with an appreciative glance up and down her body.

"Thanks. You don't look so bad yourself." Miravelle said trying to suppress the blush creeping into her visage. "I guess I am a bit young. That's why I'm in charge of the younger girls. I can't have the ladies in here challenging my authority. What are you doing here anyway?" she asked with a suspicious look at Draco.

"You see that cabin/house/manor, whatever you want to call it, across the lake? Well, that's where I'm staying this summer. I've been there all alone the entire week. When I saw people moving around on this side, I got a little cautious." Draco explained all this with an innocent look on his face.

"More like you though you'd be getting some action! Your reputation precedes you," she retorted with a knowing look.

This caused Draco to pretend to be hurt. "I'm sure you must be mistaken, I'm just not that kind of boy. Sure, I tend to fall into temptation...quite often... But, you can't blame me, can you? For example, on my train-ride home from school recently, I was innocently standing there when an angel decided to jump me. How was I to deny said angel?" he explained with feigned indignation.

"Angel, eh? I guess you have a point there. However, since I am in charge here, I'm going to have to ask you to leave these girls alone or I will have to take drastic measures to keep you away." Miravelle warned. This was mostly because she didn't want to be the one responsible for letting a boy in the camp. Well, no one could say she never warned him, right?

"Who wants to mess with little girls when there's a celestial being right in front of me? Would you let me visit you? I get awfully bored on my own." said Draco, again with that disarming smirk of his.

'Why did he have to go and do that? Now I can't say no! Can I? No! Ugh!' Miravelle thought for a minute remembering her attitude on the train. 'No consequences huh? At least it was this gorgeous man-candy and not some freaken weirdo! I'll have to let him know I'm not easy though...hhmmm...' She sighed and pulled him further away from the girls' quarters and closer to hers. She'd wanted somewhere private to talk, but upon seeing the smug look on Draco's face, changed her mind on the location. So, instead she went passed her cabin and towards the lake. When the got close enough to the shore, she said, "I do believe you have the wrong impression of me, Mr. Malfoy. I know that it's partly my fault but, I am willing to forgive and forget. You can come and see me occasionally." Miravelle spoke in a business-like tone while leading him onto the dock. "Just remember one simple rule: Stay away from the young girls around here. I don't want any trouble with them or my superiors. Also, there's no boys allowed, so you will have to take great measures not to be caught. I will deny ever seeing you around." As she finished her sentence, she turned to look at him. That proved to be a big mistake because she was fighting to keep her nerve and he was just standing there looking as gorgeous as ever.

"We could go across the lake to my place and the worries about being caught would disappear," Draco whispered as he started wrapping his arms around her. He leaned in for a kiss and was greeted with eager lips.

Miravelle melted right into his arms and broke the kiss only to say, "I'd love to." She removed his arms from her waist with a mischievous glint in her eyes that Draco seemed to miss in his pure excitement. Next thing he knew though, he was splashing around in the lake and Miravelle was laughing herself silly. 'He didn't honestly think it would be that simple, did he?' She tried to explain herself between bouts of laughter. "I'd -- haha -- love to, but -- hahaa -- I ha-have a -- hahahaaa -- long d-day to-to-to -- hahaa -- morrow! hahahaaaa!"

When she finally stopped laughing, Draco was nowhere in sight. "Oh, Bollocks! Draco?" she called out to him. "Hey, I was just playing. Where are you?" she cried out starting to feel a tinge of paranoia. 'Bugger! What if he can't swim? By Merlin! I've killed him!' Miravelle was starting to feel alarmed and when she looked over the edge of the dock, she was met by the stunned look of her reflection. 'Bloody hell! I have to find him!' she thought feeling guilty. She started taking her shoes off and when she was struggling to pull her dress robes over her head, Draco jumped up onto the dock and scared the living daylights from her. Then he proceeded to pull her into the water with him.

"DRACO MALFOY! UGH! NOW I'M ALL WET! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!" She shrieked like a banshee.

"First of all, you started it. Second, I don't mind you being wet at all; I tend to have that effect on women. And third, you started it." he explained trying to suppress his laughter. He might've gone overboard, but she'd been teasing him!

His statement, however, caused Miravelle to burst into giggles. "You pervert, that's not what I meant! I can't believe you went there. Sorry about pushing you, I just couldn't resist. I'm sure you don't mind, though. You must know that most women do, in fact, find you irresistible!" she said to Draco with a sly smile. "Let's get outta here and dry up before you go back to your place." she added as she pulled herself back onto the dock. She cast two separate drying spells: one for her body and one for her hair. She then transfigured her robe on the ground into a towel to lie on.

Draco took off his wet clothes and dried them with his wand. He also transfigured his shirt into a towel and lay down next to Miravelle. It was then that he realized that he still didn't know her name. "Angel?" he said looking at her.

"Hmm?" Miravelle responded with her eyes still closed.

"Will you tell me your name now? I mean we're laying here in naught but our skivvies and not to mention, you know mine." he asked her as she turned to look at him.

"I forgot you didn't know it. It's Miravelle Loza. Not very impressive," she said bashfully.

"I like it. I've never heard it before and I think it suits you. You're even more beautiful under the light of the moon, did you know that?" he said complementing her and enjoying the flush creeping into her cheeks.

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind," she said closing her eyes again. They both lay there a while longer enjoying each other's presence and the peaceful atmosphere.

Miravelle was the first to get up and started getting dressed. Draco followed suit and they both made their way to Miravelle's cabin. However, the door was as far as Draco made it.

"You should go back now, I have a long day tomorrow and I need to rest," she explained to Draco.

"Alright. What time should I meet you tomorrow?" he asked her charmingly.

Miravelle pulled him closer and whispered 'Surprise me' into his ear before passionately kissing him goodnight. When they finally parted, Miravelle cheerfully said her goodbye and promptly shut her door. She peeked through her window and started giggling at the sight of Draco's receding, cute behind.

Draco walked away with a smile on his face. This girl was surprisingly amusing. If anyone else had tried any of those stunts on him, he would've been angry and tossed them to the curb. But, not Miravelle; she was different. He wasn't sure why, but she was positively enchanting. Especially her eyes. He'd never seen anyone look so beautiful with red eyes before.

He chuckled as he got on the boat that would take him home. He had some planning to do for tomorrow. Miravelle wouldn't see it coming. He just hoped she wouldn't get in trouble.

A/N: Yay! My second chapter's up! This is farther than I ever thought I would go! It's pretty kool. I've had a bunch of people read this, but only one reviewed on here and another through e-mail. It's a little discouraging, but the feedback I have gotten is really good...or nice... : ) Thanks to all that have read this (Neina, my anonymous reviewer, and Amsey, my buddy!) and please review! I have ch. 3 almost finished and I just need to type it up. Until next time, I bid you adieu.

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