A/N All of Danielle's past history as an Everwood shall be revealed in this chapter, along with a new character…dun dun DUN! Lol THANK YOU TIMES A MILLION TO ALL MY WONDERFUL REVIEWERS! Without you there would be no story.
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After Danielle had slammed the door in his face, Draco trudged down the hall to his room, and locked the door behind him as he entered.
Loud anguished screams could be heard from his sister's room, and he figured she must be taking out her anger at him on poor Blaze.
Ugh, Draco thought to himself, Danielle and Blaze…
Okay, after his break up with that wanna-be Nikki prat, Draco couldn't help but feel a tad bit jealous of his sister and his best friend's relationship. He was, after all, only human.
And now they're both mad at him. Perfect…
Draco let out another more irritated sigh, walked across his room to his window, and pulled it open for some fresh air.
"If only halfway-decent girls just fell out of the sky," he mumbled, thinking that he could really use some feminine comfort at the moment.
Suddenly, Draco heard a scream from outside, and something big fell in front of his window. Whatever it was grasped the windowsill ledge.
Draco leaned out the window slightly and looked down at the flushed face of a panting girl. She was staring up at him in dismay, her fingers clutching the windowsill for dear life.
"Oh…shit…" she moaned, "Wrong window…maybe even wrong house…you're not Danielle…"
"No," said Draco quickly, giving the girl a strange look, "But I know her."
"Really?" panted the girl, her face brightening, "Well then…help me up!"
Draco reached down and helped the girl pull herself through his window and into his room.
The girl sunk to her knees and clutched her chest, breathing deeply. While she was catching her breath, Draco got a good look at her.
The girl had shoulder-length curly black hair, and emerald green eyes. She was wearing a bottle green v-necked sweater (which brought out her eyes remarkably), and a pair of plain blue muggle jeans. Around her neck was a black choker with a pendant. The pendant was a gold crescent moon, with a star on the bottom tip of it. The whole pendant was encrusted with tiny diamonds, and Draco could've sworn he'd seen it before…whatever…the girl looked about his age.
"I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy," said Draco, crouching down next to the girl.
"MK Everwood," she obliged with a small smile.
"MK?" said Draco, frowning slightly in confusion, "Is that a nickname or something?"
"It's short for Mary-Kate," replied MK, "Hmm, you said your name is Malfoy? Then I must be in the right home after all…"
"Wait," said Draco, shaking out of a little trance, "Did you say your name's Everwood?"
"Does the name ring a bell?" asked MK hopefully, "It should, if you know Danielle."
"Know her?" said Draco, "I'm related to the girl! She's my sister."
"I thought she was my sister for a while, too," admitted MK. Draco raised his eyebrows.
"Wait…what?" he said, "Here, take a seat…" Draco took out his wand and waved it, conjuring up two chairs and a small table. MK gasped, jumped up and started backing away slowly.
"So, it's true…" she said in wonderment, once she had smacked into the wall behind her, "All of it."
"All of what?" asked Draco, sitting in one chair, and motioning for MK to join him.
MK gazed doubtfully at the table and chairs and asked sheepishly, "Is it, um…safe? I mean, are they like, real?" Draco laughed at her.
"You must not have learned very advanced magic yet," he observed rather cheekily, "What year are you in?"
"What year?" repeated MK, confused.
"Yeah," said Draco, "I got to Hogwarts, and I'm in my 6th year."
"6th?" repeated Mk, looking surprised, "You look awfully young to be in 6th grade; you look much older than 11!" Now it was Draco's turn to register surprise.
"11?" he scoffed, "I'm 16."
"So am I…" replied MK, "But I'm in my third year of High School. I'm in 11th grade at Canterbury High."
"High school?" Draco frowned, "What's that?" MK laughed.
"Come Draco," she said, "If you're 16, surely you'd be in one. Hogwarts High? High is short for High School you know—"
"No…I go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Draco corrected her. MK stared. After a long pause, she spoke.
"You mean this," she said, gesturing towards the table and chairs, "Is real magic?"
"What else would it be? See for yourself," said Draco, nodding towards the open chair.
MK approached the chair cautiously, and gingerly lowered herself into it. She looked genuinely surprised when it didn't collapse.
"I can't believe it's all true…" she said softly.
"What's all true?" asked Draco rather curiously, leaning forward with his elbows resting on the table.
"Well…" said MK, giving him a rather suspicious look, "It all started, I suppose, when I was 10 years old. This girl showed up at my family's doorstep, and she was also 10. She looked like a convict who'd been on the run for days, and practically collapsed after she knocked on the door. Now, my family isn't anywhere near wealthy, but we took her in. A week later a letter addressed to my parents came by the beak of an owl. Mighty strange as that was, what was even more unusual was the fact that my parents refused to let me see the letter, or even talk about. All they told me was that it was from the girl's parents, and that she would be living with us, but attending a different school than me, until she was 15. Then she was going home. It confused me immensely, because I knew for a fact that there was only one school in the district of Canterbury; mine."
"No, there are two," said a voice from outside Draco's bedroom door, "Alohomora!"
The door burst magically open and in stepped Danielle Malfoy. None of the Malfoy children would ever be punished by the ministry, or anywhere else for that matter, for their use of underage magic outside of school. The reason? Their dear father had the house magically protected from the watching eyes of the ministry for his own intents and purposes.
"Danielle?" cried MK, jumping up and running over to her, wrapping her arms around her in a sisterly embrace. Surprised, it took a moment for Danielle to register everything and hug her back.
"Please continue, MK," she said once they had parted as she leaned against the doorframe, ignoring the fact that Draco was there, "I'm interested to hear the part of the story I don't know."
"Is there a part you don't know?" asked MK raising her eyebrows at her.
"How you got here," replied Danielle.
"Oh…that…" said MK, turning so that she was facing both Malfoys, "Well, as I was saying: I had no clue as to the reason for Danielle's…interesting agenda, but I didn't question it further. As time passed we became as close as the 'sisters' we were pretending to be. We became the best of friends and would share all our secrets, except for one. Each and every time I would ask her where she attended school, about her family, and even simply what her last name was, she'd get all quiet and mumble: 'It's not important.' So I dropped it for a while. A long while cuz I could see that simply bringing it up upset her. Then, on September 1st, of this year, I woke up to find that my 'sister' had left early that morning. No note, no goodbye, no nothing. At first I was furious…but then the sadness of it hit me even harder than the anger had. I had just lost my best friend, my sister. So I decided that I at least deserved the right to know what happened to her. I finally forced the story out of my family. I wanted every last detail. I found out that night that Danielle was supposedly a witch, one who came from a pure line of magical family members—"
"Pure," spat Danielle, "That's such a dirty word."
"Yeah…" said MK, giving her a funny look, "Anyway, I found out that she wasn't going to my school, because she was attending Canterbury's School of Magic for Girls. I also found out her real surname is Malfoy, and her real family is loaded. So, to wrap this all up quickly, I thanked my parents, and a few nights ago I snuck out around midnight. I did have a bag of survival things, but I lost that yesterday, so I figured that I better speed things up and find your god damn house. In conclusion folks, I found your house a few minutes ago and here I am now."
"And whyare you here, exactly?" asked Danielle, "Not that I'm not glad to see you, it's just, now that you're here, what's your plan of action?" MK shrugged.
"I dunno," she said, "Call my parents and tell them I'm gonna crash here for the rest of winter break? They can probably pick me up when you guys go back to school—"
Both Draco and Danielle started cracking up simultaneously. MK glared at them.
"What is so funny?" she demanded. Danielle calmed down and said,
"Well, MK…you're a muggle—"
"A what?" asked MK, obviously not sure whether or not she should be offended.
"Oh, a muggle," shrugged Danielle, "It just means that you can't do magic. Ya know, it's a name for non-magic folks." MK narrowed her eyes.
"If you two can do magic, why can't I?" she demanded, "You guys learned, if someone taught me I could probably do it just as well as you can!" At this the other two started laughing even harder.
"It's gotta…be in…your blood," said Danielle in between laughs.
"Yeah," said Draco, still snickering, "And if our parents find out a muggle is in their house, they won't take it too well."
"What, will they ground you?" MK asked sarcastically, but as she watched Draco and Danielle erupt into fresh peels of laughter she frowned, frustrated.
"Ground us?" repeated Danielle, struggling to gasp enough air to speak with, "They'll kill you!"
"Why me?" asked MK angrily, "I'm not their child."
"Yeah but you're not their type, either," sniggered Draco, "You're a muggle, and our father's job is to kill muggles. To murder them. To completely slaughter them." MK, her face considerably paler said,
"You can't mean that."
"Oh but it's true," said Danielle, all signs of previous mirth now gone from her face, "Didn't you wonder why I ran away in the first place? It's cause my father wanted me to grow up and take a job just like his."
"Didn't they send you away though?" blurted MK. Danielle's eyes flashed dangerously.
"They 'sent me away,'" she hissed, "After I started running. They're bloody cowards, too ashamed to admit that they're offspring fled the coop, so they provided a cover story. Fooled ya, didn't they?" MK remained silent as a cold grin spread across Danielle's face.
"Draco?" called an adult female voice from just outside and down the corridor, "Draco darling, are you up here?"
It was, without a doubt, Narcissa Malfoy.
A/N Dun dun DUN! Lol. More good stuff in the next chapter; is MK staying or what…and what is that Mark Turner guy's deal, anyway?! Tune in next time to find out! Lol now…REVIEW! Review or I no post! Lol.
