Ch Four: The fulfilled Intentions
December the Seventeenth had finally arrived and Maliegha heard her alarm go off. She desperately wished it would just shut up and let her get on with sleeping. After five minuets of its incisive buzzing, Evans Riley yelled, "Maliegha Malfoy! Get up and shut your damn alarm off!" Maliegha sighed and pulled back her cover, annoyed that Evans Riley had officially awoken her from her peaceful slumber. She rolled out of bed, and was walking towards her alarm, which just so happened to be on the other side of the room, when she noticed something odd out of the corner of her eye. One of her black curls which fell to the side of the face was, to her dismay, no longer black; it was, in fact, blonde. Maliegha's eyes widened and she ran to the full length mirror that hung near her bed. That's when Maliegha began freaking out because it wasn't just that one curl. Every single hair on her head had turned the same strawberry blonde that her mother had gotten rid of when she was nine. It was the color that was never supposed to return to her perfect Malfoy head. Yet somehow it did. Maliegha let out a small, ear shattering scream. "B-b-b-bl-blon-blonde," she stuttered, breathing hard. "Blonde, blonde, blonde." She frantically grabbed a fistful of curls in each hand, and began pulling on the long locks, making sure they were real.
The door to her bedroom slammed open and a very annoyed Evans Riley clamored in. Maliegha took no notice to him, still muttering, "Blonde, blonde, blonde," over and over again, her hands still grasping her hair. Evans shut off her alarm then turned on her. "You couldn't even - What the heck did you do to your hair?" Still ignoring him, Maliegha came up with a plan- the Headmistress. Surely she would be able to help. Maliegha bolted from her room and Evans followed her. She was already halfway down the corridor when he yelled, "Do you know what you're wearing?" But of course she hadn't. She was dressed in black pants, and a green tank top, but she couldn't be bothered with changing out of her pajamas. Getting the blonde out of her hair was the only thing that mattered. Maliegha turned left at the end of the corridor, heading towards the Headmistress' office. She was halfway there when someone bumped into her, causing her to fall back, hard.
"Are you alight?" The voice inquired, but Maliegha didn't answer. She just jumped up and tried to continue on her way. Then she found Leniera Granger was blocking her path. "Who are you?" Lenie asked with a confused look on her face.
"Out of my way, Granger, I'm in a hurry," Mal replied, getting past her. "No, wait what's the password to your mum's office?"
"Um Dragon Star, but she isn't there." Lenie responded getting more confused by the second. Maliegha whipped around, grabbing hold of Lenie's shoulders with a hard grip, and giving her a slight shake. "Where is she Granger?" She demanded.
"She's um, who are you?" Lenie asked again, evading the aggressive girl's question.
"Dammit, Granger. It's your worst enemy. Now tell me where she is. Where the hell is the Headmistress!"
"Maliegha...?" questioned a bemused Lenie. "She's..." But Maliegha didn't hear another word as she collapsed in a heap on the floor.
Maliegha felt herself wake-up, though her eyes remained closed. 'That was the worst dream ever,' she thought. 'No wait, it was a nightmare. Having blonde hair again would definitely be a nightmare.' Maliegha opened her eyes, though she didn't see the familiar Slytherin-themed bedroom she was used to. Noticing a blonde curl in front of her eye, Maliegha bolted upright. "It wasn't a dream," she mumbled.
"Mal, are you all right?" demanded a worried Nora. "Mmm," was her response.
"Mal, why is your hair blonde? It's always been black," questioned Braiden, but it was Nora who answered. "No, Braiden, Mum changed her hair when you were three. I was six, so I remember Mal's change. You were too little though. But Mum messed up, she used a forever spell. I don't understand how it can be blonde again."
"Must have not been a forever spell if it went away," piped in Leniera Granger, who Maliegha just noticed was present, along with the Headmistress.
"But it was," insisted Nora.
"Well, then Nora would you care to explain the blonde hairs on your sister's head?" Lenie inquired.
"Well I-" but Hermione Granger cut her off. "Forever spells can only be broken, or maybe lifted would be a better way to put it, if the party in question is involved in something more powerful, where whatever was changed is needed back the other way. This also means your hair will remain blonde for the time being. It should go back once it has served its use though." Nora smirked.
"Why would my hair need to be blonde?" wondered Mal.
"I'm not to sure about that one, Ms. Malfoy. But I promise you I will investigate my theory, and give you an answer the moment I have one. But please be careful; it is only the most powerful of spells that can break a forever spell. Now I'm sure Madame Pomfrey will want to check you out, and then you are free to go and get ready for the ball." And sure enough Madame Pomfrey rushed over and began checking to make sure Maliegha in perfect working condition. When she finally said she could go, both Headmistress Granger, and Braiden had gone. So Maliegha walked back to the Head's Common room accompanied by Nora and surprisingly, Leniera.
"Why today? Why not tomorrow? Nora can you go tell Deven that I'm deeply sorry but I will not be attending the ball," Maliegha said.
"You think you can get out of it that easy? You and Evans have to open the ball, I hope you know that. Not to mention you're expected to give a speech or something." Lenie stated matter of factly.
"She's right Mal, as Head Girl, your presence is obliged," Nora informed.
"Great, just great, how am I going to show my face? I have blonde hair; I look like, like..."
"Leniera Granger?" suggested Nora. Both girls froze, and glared at what this little fourth year had implied. "Seriously, you two could pass as twins." Lenie and Mal looked at each other, trying to figure out what Nora meant. "I'll help you if you want," offered Lenie after several minuets of the girls just gaping at each other.
Mal let out a laugh. "You'll make me look worse than I already do."
"Fine," said Lenie. "I thought I'd offer, considering I am a blonde and know the ins and outs of what to do with blonde hair. But if you don't want my help..." "I didn't say I didn't want it, I was just saying I can't trust you. However," Mal paused, her eyes averting to the thin, black tiles of the hallway's floor. "I'm desperate," she mumbled.
"I know," Lenie answered smoothly. "And you'll make the rest of the girls look bad, if our own Head Girl is desperate and pathetic. I'll be at your common room in ten minuets." And at that Lenie ran off in the direction of the Slytherin common room.
"Lucky," Mal mumbled as her mind was spinning. 'What have I done?' pondered Mal, groaning softly. 'Accepting help from my enemy. Remember the blood battles? We're the girls who created the Ribbon War; the girls who created a rift in Slytherin, which most of the other houses have become involved in now. How do you just forget six years worth of memories?" That's when a strange voice in the back of her mind answered, 'The point, darling girl, is that you do not need to forget. In fact, you shouldn't forget. No, the masterful intention of this little ploy is to forgive.'
"Huh?" Malgh wondered aloud. 'Whose masterful intention? What little ploy? And why is my mind telling me to forgive Leniera Granger?'
Suddenly the portrait hole opened, and in came Leniera with a small, black duffle bag and flat, black bag on a hanger. "To your room, I think," suggested Lenie. After a quick nod, Maliegha led the way to her bedroom. Lenie placed down both bags, and began taking out numerous beauty supplies from the duffle. She placed them on table that had a squishy stool in front of it. "Well... sit," insisted Lenie. Maliegha walked over and sat down, replying, "I'll probably regret this." Leniera Granger flashed a devious smile and got to work.