"Up you get, we've got shopping to handle." Narcissa Malfoy's voice drifted unpleasantly to Mira's ears.
Mira opened her eyes to see the scantily clad figure of Narcissa pulling open the blinds of the window above her desk. Sunlight poured in, shining brightly through the thick glass, blinding Mira.
"For fuck's sake, couldn't we save this til about noon?" Mira said, putting a pillow over her face.
"Watch your mouth. You're going to Hogwarts, Dumbledore's just sent you an owl, now get out of bed, and put on something respectable. Diagon Alley awaits." As way of parting, Narcissa grabbed the pillow from Mira's head and threw it on the floor. She cast the girl one last scornful look, then slammed Mira's door shut behind her.
Cursing again, Mira finally consented to the inevitable. Heaving a sigh, she sat up in her bed.
"Awake already? It's still morning, you know." A voice from her door said. Mira turned her brilliant green eyes to none other than Draco, who was such a morning person it bugged the shit out of her. He was wearing the same black polo shirt from the previous night, now with a pair of khakis and matching leather Armani shoes.
"Hmm…nice look." He commented, looking down at her chest.
Her stomach dropping, Mira suddenly remembered she had stripped all of her clothes off and gone to bed naked last night, and she blushed again, just as she had when she stood uncovered for him yesterday. She pulled the sheet up to cover herself, and said, with as much dignity and sarcasm as she could muster, "What, not to your liking?" She arched her eyebrow and glared.
"Quite the opposite, love." He said airily, mirroring her haughtiness. "Now, let's get you out of bed….mother will be quite pissed off if you're not ready soon."
When all Mira did was stare at him, Draco crossed the room to her bed, and sat down on it. Mira scooted away from him, cinching the sheet tightly under her armpits.
"I know you don't want to go to Hogwarts, Mira. But you have to. You're future isn't what it was going to be...although, I must say, Voldemort was very impressed with your O.W.L. scores." Draco put his arm around the beauty, who rolled her eyes.
"That's all I've ever cared about, pleasing piss face. Who gives a shit that I have no family, no life." She mumbled, brining her knees to her chest.
Not quite knowing what to say, Draco took her arm in his hand. "Come on….as much as I prefer you in the nude, you must get ready. I'll be going with you today, if that motivates you to get up."
Mira's face lit up at these words. Thank the gods she wasn't going to have to deal with Narcissa alone, all day. She would have had a one-way ticket to Azkaban for Avada Kedavraing the bitch. Nodding, Mira swung her legs around, then waited for Draco to leave so she could get up from the bed and shower. However, the blond boy simply sat there, leaning back on her pillows for comfort.
"Um, Draco? You need to kind of get the hell out here." Mira said, synching the sheet she held to her body tighter around herself.
Draco grinned at her. "Don't think I will, thanks. I miss seeing you Au natural."
Mira sighed. "Don't say things like that." She muttered, glaring down at the sheets.
"Why?" inquired the Slytherin.
"Because!" Mira burst, looking up at him, her voice strangled. "Don't you think I miss you seeing me this way? Don't you think I miss being the one you hold? Don't you think, for one fucking second that as much as I hate that Parkinson bitch, I wish I could be her, even for a while?" Mira stopped, took a breath, then continued her rant. "I miss you Draco, that's why! So don't say things like that, don't kiss my forehead like you used to, and don't slam your fucking boners into me!" Mira had now stood up, tearing the sheet from the bed.
"Excuse me, but who's the one who kissed me last night?" Draco exclaimed.
Mira rolled her eyes. "I did that because of Pansy! Not that I'm complaining." She added, grudgingly.
Draco pursed his lips, then stood up. "Mira…I…." He said, pulling the girl into his arms.
"You what?" She demanded, staring up into his eyes.
"I love you. And trust me, no truer purebloods are still alive than us." Draco said, returning Mira's green stare.
"And?" She said, ever impatient.
"And, well, there is Pansy to think of, and how would it look to my parents if we got back together? We weren't living together when we were dating before."
Mira rolled her eyes again. "Draco, even your parents aren't going to think that we never had sex then-" Mira began, but Draco cut her off.
"One day love, I promise you, one day. But not here, you understand? Not now."
Mira closed her eyes. She had just let out the secret she had kept guarded inside of her since she had broken things off with Draco, and now he was rejecting her. Him, rejecting her! When would this torment of never getting what she wanted end?
"You know what? Fine, go fuck Pansy, I don't fucking care anymore." She turned from him, stomping to her door, to the bathroom across the hall. On the wall hanging from a hook was a pair of her pants, a long black tee shirt and her jean jacket. On the second hook, next to those, hung her bra and underwear. She didn't bother locking the door behind her, as she knew Draco would not be coming after her.
Somewhere inside, Mira knew that the connection she shared with Draco was special, and rare. He was her only one, and she his. They were in this fucked up situation together, and she knew that Draco really did love her. Well, maybe he loved her. Their past...it was tangled and painful, and there were things Mira could never forgive him for, but she could overlook them, forget them, if she tried. But why should she? Draco wasn't trying, there was nothing but empty promises in his eyes and in his words. But the Malfoy heir always had his reasons, always had his plans, and Mira had learned long ago to trust them. She'd lived this long without him, she could live a little longer...or, at least, she'd die trying.
After showering quickly and dressing, ratting her hair and applying a thick coat of eyeliner and mascara to her startling eyes, she pushed the conversation with him out of her mind.
No good on dwelling on the shittier things in life, she said grimly to herself.
The hell it's not, Another voice, grating, horrible, chimed in.
Mira bit her lip and tried to steady her breathing. It was happening again. The violent, demonic force that lived in her heart was screaming, pounding against her ribcage and demanding that she set it free.
She gulped the warm, steamy air around her, forcing oxygen down her throat. She clutched the cupboard and squeezed her eyes shut, and after the moment of considerable pain in her stomach slowly dissolved, she was able to will the voice away, for the time being. But she knew it would be back. It always came back. It was stronger than her, so much stronger, and she found herself willingly giving into it more and more.
Looking around, she carefully and quietly padded across the hall and into her room. She pushed her black hair from her eyes as she opened the top drawer of her desk to make sure it was still there.
In its electric blue plastic case laid her sharpened razor, there for her use when the voice called again. She half-smiled to herself, then shoved the drawer shut quickly.
Narcissa was calling up the stairs.