Chapter 9:

Mya awoke to the darkening light around her. She felt the press of bare flesh against her own and looked around for the source. Sure enough, there lay Draco. She sighed in contentment. Sneaking a peek at the magical clock mounted on her dark colored wall she let out a gasp and immediately began to shake Draco. Draco grumbled and rubbed his eyes. He eyed Mya for a moment, then stubbornly turned over.

"Draco get the hell up!"

He grumbled again. Slowly a smile appeared on her smooth face, and then a chuckle emerged from her throat. Cheekily, she kicked him out of the bed, grabbed a sheet from the bed and wrapped it around herself. From there she proceeded into the bathroom to clean herself up.

"Bloody fucking HELL!" Draco swore from the floor on the opposite side of the bed. He heard Mya's laugh coming from a light spilling like a volcano in the dark haze of her room. He tried to walk towards it but ended up bumping into one of her dark walls. Mya heard the thump and sang in a sing-song voice,"stupid, stupid, Draco is stupid...dun...dun..dun...stupid, Draco..."

"Mya you know you can't carry a note for shit right? So shut the fucking hell up", he was lying and he knew it, she sung like an angel (a dark angel mind you), even when she was being an idiot.

Mya just poked a pale finger into his naked emerging chest in response. Draco walked over to Mya, who was standing in front of a mirror and wrapped his arms around her. Pressing his cheek against hers he said, "look how perfect we are together..." his face transformed into a content smile until...dun...dun...DUN, he saw the huemungus hickey-like fang holes in the side of his neck and began to freak out.

Mya grabbed his head with both hands and forced him to face her. Once he was calmed just a little she lifted a single finger to his lips to hush him and spoke smoothly,"My love, you asked me for the gift..." She bent her head to lick at some of the dried blood still left on the side of his neck and felt him shiver as her tongue reached his sensitive skin. She raised her head and smiled at him, he returned it somewhat shakily. She dampened a face washer with some warm water and washed away the excess blood from him. Rinsing it she freshened herself up and then began to re-do her somewhat, uh, smudged, make-up. It was the usual do of slightly red lips, dark eye shadow and eyeliner.

Taking his hand she went back into his room and proceeded to her wardrobe where she began to rummage around for a new outfit.

"Why are you so happy and what's wrong with your old clothes?" Draco asked with a mischievous wink.

"Tonight is the night I'm getting resorted remember?" she turned to face him and noticed he was dressed again in his now somewhat crumpled school robes. His face brightened as he realized what it meant. Mya was finally becoming herself. She was the Dark Lady, she who would drink blood and rule them all, his queen, she was meant to be in Slytherin it was her destiny.

Mya finally decided on what she'd be wearing tonight. It was a thin black off the shoulder dress that took her shape nicely. It was gothically ripped towards the bottom so that her right leg emerged every time she took a step. The left side curled down to her ankle. She slipped her black school robes over the top but once again left them open. She stepped into a pair of strappy black stilettos and she shook her hair out to gain character. Now ready she nodded at Draco and he reached for her hand.

LTD

When Mya entered the great hall she eyed the crowed wearily. Her late entrance intrigued the crowed and as they turned to view her, the majority let out an audible gasp. The soon-to-be Slytherin responded by tightening her hold on Draco's hand.

"Ah Miss Granger, so nice of you to finally join us", exclaimed Dumbledore.

Her posture instantly straightened and she said rather snootily," its Miss Riddle, as you are well aware".

Dumbledore wrinkled his nose as if he had smelt the scent of something particularly disgusting. A couple of uninformed wimpy nerds started to sob uncontrollably. The enchanted ceiling of the hall grew dark, as if it were expecting a particularly bad storm. Mya took a step forward as a firm wind pushed her robes back and ran its invisible fingers through her hair. The hall was silent; the overall effect was electrifying.

Dumbledore's eyes met hers,"well, shall we get on with the re-sorting?" he said, trying to show that he was completely unnerved.

"If you please, Professor," she replied, giving him a mock curtsy.

Mya made her way through the spaces between the house tables and stepped up onto the platform. Draco bent to pick up her fallen robes, never taking his eyes off his love. Mya seated herself on the old wooden stool and accepted an armful of the worn sorting hat. She placed it on herself.

"I knew the day would come when your true heritage would be revealed, I know you've hoped such a thing would happen since your foster father died".

The sorting hat waited to see the affect this was having on the girl beneath him. When it sensed her throat begin to tighten he went on.

"You are bold and brave like a Gryffindor, but your intelligence makes you cunning and ambitious. Gryffindor's are not cunning and ambitious. There is a prophecy about you, perhaps one day you will hear it. Leaving you in Gryffindor would be deterring you from your destiny…"

Suddenly the hat yelled," better be"- it paused, the crowed held their breath-"Slytherin!"

Nobody except the Slytherins clapped and cheered, Draco most of all. The rest of the students sent each other worried glances.

Mya descended the stairs looking rather pleased with herself and made her way over to Draco, who then led them over to their seats at the Slytherin table.

LTD

After dinner the hall soon emptied out. Just as Mya and Draco were about to leave Dumbledore approached them.

"Miss Riddle, I thought I'd tell you the spell that you may use to change the emblem on your school robes from Gryffindor to Slytherin".

Mya grabbed eye contact with the headmaster and as her eyes bored into his she said very clearly," I'll have you know, Dumbledore, that I have already learned that spell of which you speak""

Mya then turned way from him and linked arms with Draco. If Mya had turned back as she walked away she would have seen a single tear fall from Dumbledore's left eye.

LTD

Exaughsted, Draco and Mya collapsed into each other's arms to sleep the rest of the night away.

Mya awoke at about 3am to an owl preening her hair. The letter attached to the owl's leg was short and sweet.

Dear Mya,

Assemble your followers, for tomorrow night I have a grand task for you. Something I believe will satisfy you greatly. At 11pm meet me in the forbidden forest at Unicorn Glade, I know you know where that is.

Your Father

Well we come to the end of another chapter. My Christmas holidays are coming up soon so I'll have more time to write. Don't forget to review!

I love you all

Raging Whispers