A few things--Mira's name is pronounced Mere-Uh. Mira. Not My-Ruh. Mira. Got it? lol. Also, as you may have deduced, this fic is totally finished. I'll try to update every few days. Thank you all so much for reading, and remember feedback=love.
In her room, safely away from Draco's eyes and touch, Mira laid back on her bed, sighing. Rubbing her head, she pulled from her jean jacket, that hung precariously on her bedpost, a pack of cigarettes and a lighter she had stolen from a muggle gas station the last time she had gone with Narcissa into town.
She lit her cigarette, tossed the lighter onto the floor, and puffed in her nicotine addiction. Curving her lips, she blew smoke rings toward the light, airy canopy that covered her large, wooden bed. If it hadn't been for the fact that she resented the Malfoy family and everything connected with them, she might have been able to appreciate how pretty the room they had given her was, how generous Lucius and Narcissa had actually been to her.
The floor was a dark cherry wood, the same color as her bed and the desk that stood beneath a large, shuttered window. The floor was covered in thick Persian rugs Lucius had ordered specially for her, and the wardrobe that stood in the corner matched the pattern of her bed sheets. Mira turned on her side, catching sight of her reflection in the mirror that Narcissa insisted hang on the wall. The blonde lady had hoped that forcing Mira to see herself everyday might motivate her to make her appearance more desirable.
"Let's see….green eyes, pale skin…black hair," Mira noted, pointing out to herself the features reflecting back at her.
"And a black soul to match." A snide voice said from the door.
Mira bolted up, glaring at the source of the voice. Pansy Parkinson stood in her doorway, her chin-length brown hair swishing against her chubby cheeks, dressed in a plaid skirt and white collared shirt. As Draco's girlfriend, Pansy felt she had been invited every evening to the Malfoy Manor, for tea and dessert, though nobody in the household, even Draco, had ever implied any such thing.
"Pansy." Mira managed through gritted teeth, for once harnessing her wicked tongue, closing her lips so as to keep the series of names, insults, and profanities waiting to be thrown at the pug in front of her locked inside her mouth.
"Mira." Pansy smirked. "I saw you, you know, in the hall." Pansy said, moving from the doorway and into Mira's room.
"Yes, please do come in. We don't spend nearly enough time together." Mira said sarcastically, flicking the end of her cigarette into the crystal ashtray she had just Conjured.
"I want you to stay away from Draco." Pansy said dangerously, narrowing her eyes.
Mira stood, took a breath from her cigarette, and walked to Pansy. Blowing with full force her mouthful of smoke into the brunette's face, Mira glared. "Your concern is noted. Now, why don't you hightail your ass out of my room?" Mira pointed to the open door.
Pansy gave one last glare, then stalked out of the room. Mira rolled her eyes and flipped Pansy's back off as the girl disappeared down the hall.
"Now now now, that's not very nice, is it?" A male voice said.
Mira grimaced. Why could Draco never leave her in peace? The blond boy emerged from the shadows of the hall, dressed in a black polo shirt and black slacks. Mira grudgingly admired his lithe form as he came nearer to her.
"Come dear, that's no way to dress for tea." Draco grabbed Mira by the arm and pulled her back into her room, standing her in front of her wardrobe.
"Excuse me, but I think my clothes are very appropriate." She said, annoyed at his flamboyant attitude. What difference did it make what she wore? She could walk around naked, for all anybody would care.
"Torn pants and a ratty shirt are no way to impress the Minister, love."
Mira's eyes widened. "The Minister? Here?"
Draco nodded, and opened the door to her wardrobe. "And he's here to discuss your admittance to Hogwarts, so I suggest that you smarten yourself up as well as try to look like a lady."
Mira rolled her eyes again, and set her still-lit cigarette down in the ashtray.
"And no smoking tonight." Draco said, reaching for her pack of cigarettes that still lay on the bed.
"Draco, who in the hell do you think--" Mira began, but a look from the Malfoy prince shut her up. She sighed in a resigned sort of way. Unblushing and quickly, she stripped off her black long-sleeved shirt, long since being used to having Draco watch her undress. She undid her studded belt and slid her jeans off her body, forming a messy pile on her neatly-made bed.
"Well now, that's an improvement." Draco said, staring at her body clad only in her black bra and matching underwear.
Mira rolled her eyes, shaking her head, muttering under her breath.
"Well, I'll leave you to it….everything in there is much better than your usual garb…." Draco grinned, opening the door of the wardrobe.
"Har har...." Mira said, scrunching up her nose, almost giving her first smile in three weeks. Her mouth felt too heavy, and the faded grin didn't stay on her lips for long.
Draco stared at her for a minute, and the blush that Mira didn't feel before now crept its way up to her cheeks. She folded her arms over her stomach and stared at the floor, suddenly very aware that she was nearly naked.
Draco shook his head, as though trying to clear something from his mind, and before Mira could stop him he had planted a soft kiss on her forehead. He shut the door behind him, and Mira looked hopelessly into the depths of her wardrobe.
Clothes were so not her thing.