A/N: Thank you everyone that reviewed the last chapter, some of them were really nice to read and made me want to get this chapter up quicker. I'll try to keep updating every 1-2 weeks.

Let's see what Fred does the next morning shall we?

Disclaimed: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the plot. That all belongs to the wonderful J.K Rowling. I do however own Mia Lestrange and her part in the plot. Also, Bellatrix Lestrange is not part of the Black family in this story. I shall just mention that in every chapter from now on to make sure there's no mix up.

Z-Nugget xx

The next morning was rather problematic considering the only clothes Mia had to hand were a ball gown and 4 inch heels.

"What am I going to do?" Ginny had lent her a pair of jeans that were slightly too short and a baggy jumper that was probably a hand-me-down from one of her brothers, so she didn't look competent stupid- or like a stop out when sat on Fred's bed in the sixth year boys dormitory. The twins and herself were currently the only ones in there, all choosing to miss breakfast.

"About which part?" George asked glancing up from a pile of sweets he had been trying to spell for the past ten minutes. Fred, who had been crouched next to him stood and padded over to his bed, dropping down beside the brunette and causing the whole bed to bounce.

"You aren't going back there."

"And where would I go? I can't get into my dorm room, that was the problem in the first place, and I can hardly stay with Ginny for the next 3 years." Mia let out a sigh, still unable to refer to the blonde as anything other than 'him'. But she really couldn't see any option aside from sharing a room with him.

"Why not?" she blinked at George's question,

"Why not what?" ok maybe she hadn't been paying complete attention and had gotten a little distracted with her own thoughts. The twin didn't seem bothered though.

"Why can't you stay with Gin for a few years? She wouldn't mind." How could he make it sound simple? Anyway, even if it were possible for her to continue rooming with the little red head and the other third year Gryffindor girls, that still left her with a problem.

"What about my clothes? They're all still in the room and he'll be up there with Pansy." Now that name she could say, and it came out with a lot more hatred than she intended. Both twins exchanged a look, before Fred shrugged,

"I'll get them." Mia tried to protest, but the redheads mind was made up. "Stay here with George, I'll go get your things." And with that declaration he had disappeared out of the door.

Thanks to the marauder's map he had previously owned, it wasn't hard for Fred to find the entrance to the Slytherin common room. How cliché could they be putting it in the dungeons. However actually getting in was proving more tricky.

"Pure Blood" He said to the painting, hoping they really were that naive to use such a password. When it ignored him and didn't open it appeared he was wrong.

~I probably should have asked Mia for the password before I left. That would have been a smart idea. But I can't go back now without her things!~

Luck really was on Fred Weasley's side today though as in only a matter of minutes the portrait door swung open and out walked a blonde head of hair whom Fred had to resist the urge to throttle right then and there. Instead he noticed that within the two-three seconds it took Malfoy to realise someone else was stood out there, he looked genuinely miserable. Of course that changed instantly when he did see the red head, a smirk forming on his lips which didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Got a little lost Weasel bee?" He tried to taunt, neither of them feeling it.

"I need Mia's things." That wiped the smirk right off his face.

"Why?"

"Because she's not staying with you anymore and doesn't want to see you." He could've sworn Malfoy's voice actually trembled when he'd asked the question.

"Fine." Then again, maybe not. He just looked pissed off now as he went back through the portrait hole, holding it open long enough for the sixth year to follow. Their common room was horrible, no natural light, no windows, no warm colours. It made him grateful to be in Gryffindor. They walked up the stairs in silence, Fred going over the possibly disturbing sight of what he might see, whilst Draco was lost in his own thoughts.

~He wants her things. She's moving out? And won't even get them herself! This wasn't meant to happen. She was just meant to hate me, be angry and not talk to me. But we'd still room together, I'd still see her! This is Pansy's fault. Her and her stupid comment. And then she had the nerve to ask me to dance every five minutes like I was going to change my mind and say yes. Now Mi won't even come herself to get her clothes. She must really hate me right now...~

Absently he opened the door, going over to his bed and slumping down on it, lost in his own mind. In fact he only remembered the blood traitor had been following him when he asked a question,

"Is that Mia's?" he was pointing to the trunk in front of the unoccupied bed.

"Yes." Right now he didn't even have it in him for a sarcastic comment. Not that Fred really noticed nor cared. He bent down, lifting the trunk onto the bed, then opened the wardrobe and started moving the fourth year's clothes. It took longer than he would have liked, mainly because he'd already decided to fold the tops rather than shove them in. Once it was emptied of clothing and shoes, he moved onto the bedside table. It was mostly vacant anyway, and after the spell book and wand were in the trunk all left was a silver charm bracelet.

"You can keep that." Fred glowered, throwing it directly at Malfoy's head. "She doesn't want any shit you've given her." He was more than disappointed when the blonde caught it. The Slytherin didn't react though, just sat up staring at the little charms, touching each one in turn and watching as it shot sparks or moved in some way. Did she actually say that, that she didn't want the bracelet which had once made her so happy, or had the stupid twin decided it for her? He wasn't even sure which twin was in his room right now! His room... no longer 'our room'. That could be the last thing she'd say to him in a very long time... Now she'd be saying it to the other man currently in his room. That just made him angry.

"Fine. Mia wasn't that good anyway, I can do better." That was a lie and he was pretty certain they both knew it, but it was starting to have its desired goal of infuriating the red head. "Pansy's much more skilled anyway. She's more fun to kiss" Ok, so there were several things wrong with that comment. Firstly, Draco had no idea whether Pansy was skilled in any department and he had no intention of finding out. Secondly, he highly doubted anyone could top Mia's kiss, except maybe Mia herself and after last night's events, that wasn't likely to happen. And thirdly, he really hoped the lie wouldn't get repeated back to either of the girls. It once again angered Fred however, who slammed the trunk top closed and stood up.

"Bullshit." For a man that didn't really swear that often and was generally light hearted, the irony of the moment wasn't lost on him. "Mia wouldn't do anything with you." He'd tried to call the Slytherin's bluff, but the smirk on his face was now very real.

"She wouldn't do anything with you." He teased harshly, again not really knowing if there was any truth behind it. Fred looked like he was about to punch him, his fist balled up already. And Draco would have embraced it, because for the first he could see, he deserved it. But the red head chose to be the bigger man.

"Stay away from her." The unspoken threat lingered in the air as Fred bent to pick up the trunk, making light work of it and leaving the room.

Now the Gryffindor really wanted to go back up there and do things he'd never even considered before, never had to, though right now it was taking a lot of control to suppress that want and continue. In no time he was back in his common room, still generally empty from students at breakfast and jogged up to his dorm, dropping the trunk in the doorway. Whatever conversation the brunette and his brother were having was cut short.

"You got it!" Mia exclaimed, running over to Fred and throwing her arms around his neck. Initially he was caught off guard, taking slightly longer than he would have liked for his own hands to respond and go to the Slytherin's back. Normally he would have grinned. Not this time though. He could feel Mia's body slump as she clung onto him, actually feel how upset she was. This prompted a look to his brother, causing George to mutter something about Ginny and carry the trunk away, somehow managing to shut the door after himself. Neither of the two moved, Fred's chin easily resting on top of the others head.

"Were you and Malfoy ever together?" He asked out of what seemed like the blue, although had really been a carefully put together question. Mia blinked, stepping back out from the embrace.

"Uh-What?" A confused expression covered her face. Keeping his cool, he asked again.

"Were you and Malfoy ever together?" She looked away, either deep in thought about Merlin only knew or just not wanting to answer.

"No." The redhead ignored the harsh bluntness and continued, needing to know if there had been any truth to what the arrogant blonde said.

"Did you and him ever do anything, like kiss?" Ok, that hadn't sounded as stupid in his head. He was trying to appear nonchalant, whether Mia saw through it or not was a mystery.

"Why does it matter?" She was avoiding the question, and from the set hard line of her mouth, it was obvious that would be the only answer he was getting. "I should go find Ginny." She mumbled, turning on her heel and leaving Fred alone with his thoughts.