A/N: Ok, so I know people want more Mia and Draco, so i've decided to join this chapter with the one after to give you that. I also think this is the longest chapter i've written on here... And on a final point, i've recently found the traffic graph thing, and realised each new chapter is getting over 100 new views within the week of me uploading it, which is so amazing as i had no idea that many people were reading this. So thank you all so very much. Z-Nugget xx

"Stop! No stop it!" Mia screeched as cold snow was dropped down her back. Fred was holding her still, pinning her arms down to her sides with his own, so George was able to pour the snow down the back of her coat and shirt.

"It's D.A training!" George suggested, grinning from ear to ear as he took a step back to admire his handy work. The Slytherin scowled in between her shivers.

"How in any vague sense of the term 'training' is this involved?" She felt Fred shrug behind her. The twins had both been banned from the house until the Christmas dinner was cooked and Mr Weasley was settled in nicely, and Mia had been used as bait to keep them outside.

"How in any vague sense of the term is it not?" Right now she was really regretting agreeing to it though. Finally breaking free of Fred's arms she took several steps backwards, slowly bending to scoop up a huge handful of snow and regretfully wishing she'd worn gloves.

"So I'm training right now?" She asked, a small smirk forming on her features as Fred started to retreat shaking his head.

"Training's over!" He shouted and began to run around in a wide circle to stand next to George, "And it was his idea"

"No it wasn't!"

"Yes it was"

"It was your idea"

"Don't lie!"

"I'm not, it was yo-" Their argument was cut short when Mia decided to split the snow in half and throw it at both of them. George faired slightly better, getting his in the chest as it was thrown with her left hand, but Fred had been hit squarely in the face, the icy water now trickling down his jaw.

"See, you're learning" Fred said after several seconds, his usual grin returning from the shocked look that had been on his face. George didn't look quite so pleased.

"Was your idea" he muttered at his brother, before trudging back to the front of the house and disappearing into the doorway. Mrs Weasley still wouldn't be pleased, but there was no way Mia could be blamed for that, right?

"Genius little Slytherin" Mia looked from the doorway to Fred, raising an eyebrow. George was known for being the brother who'd sulk over things for a few hours, it had been the same when Hermione's cat had eaten his extendable ear, so she didn't really think anything of it anymore.

"Of course I am, and I'm not little" Now it was Fred's turn to raise his eyebrow, walking the feet to stand in front of her, peering down. Ok, even Mia knew she was little, but it wasn't something she was going to admit right now. Instead she stood up on her tip toes in a vain attempt to make herself the same height. It didn't work, not by a long shot.

"Little" He repeated, placing a hand on her shoulder and pushing down so she stumbled backwards a step off her toes. "Lovely and little" she shrugged, deciding that was better than just little. Before she could respond though, both were called into the house for the Christmas dinner, putting an end to any more activity in the snow.

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– Now onto the Mia and Draco stuff. Kind of...

Glancing over her shoulder Mia grinned at Fred, still unable to believe he'd done so badly in his previous potions O.W.L's that he was having to retake some of the classes. The failure in question was sat hunched over a piece of paper scribbling furiously, a thoughtful look on his features. Turning herself round fully and kneeling on her own chair so to be almost sat backwards Mia tried to take a look.
''Nu uh'' Fred protested, covering the paper with his arm. ''Secrets'' The dark haired girl scowled, propping her elbows up on the back of the chair.
''That's not very nice'' she stated making a grab for the paper but missing it as he pulled it further away. Mia laughed as he stuck his tongue out, thinking about how childish he was, though the laugh died away as soon as Draco walked in, pansy draped around his arms like a cheap coat. He gave a cruel smirk as he went past the two, sitting three desks over and letting Pansy cosy up to him. Anger flared up inside her, along with several other feelings that she refused to let show and instead chose to take a different approach. It probably wasn't the best idea, and certainly not one she'd fully thought through, but since when did anything she did get thought through. Leaning further over the back of her chair so she was closer to Fred, and making sure it was at a time when the blonde was glancing over, Mia closed the gap and pressed a long, slow, drawn-out kiss against the 7th years lips. Ok, so it wasn't really fair to use him to get back at Draco, and she knew it wasn't. But she did like him, maybe not quite as much, but Fred sure wasn't complaining. In fact one of his hands had almost immediately gone around her waist as if attempting to pull her over the table and he nearly did if it hadn't been for the Slytherin gripping the back of her chair with her right hand, surprised his mouth was responding so eagerly. She retreated at that point, not wishing to end up on the table or risk tumbling to the floor, pulling back before she did actually end up on his lap and sat back in her chair properly. Risking a glance behind she noted Fred was beaming at Ron, who was a few tables in front looking just as dumb found as ever, but only then did Mia realise most of the room had stopped to stare at them, or rather, her. Several people were looking back and forth between herself and Draco, though Slytherin's prince merely looked bored. Well, the goal of getting any reaction from him didn't happen then, but it wasn't a total failure. At least Fred looked as if Christmas had come early and it wasn't as though the experience had been horrible. More sweet really. Before anyone could say anything Snape walked in and began speaking, cutting off any possible chances of conversation between anyone.

Draco's pov:
She was laughing when I walked in, a laugh I hadn't heard in a long time. I wanted to smile and laugh with her, but that just wasn't possible. Instead I kept Pansy close even though all I wanted was to just push her away and smirk as I walk past. I sit in my normal spot, my annoying 'girlfriend' taking the seat that was once Mia's not that long ago. I wish it were still hers now. For some reason I look up, directly at Mia but instantly regret it. She moves forward and kisses that stupid weaslebee! How could she do that and make it seem so casual!? It took all of my strength and will power not to stand up and punch the blood traitor right there. How dare he kiss her! I stayed still though, keeping the betrayal I felt off my face and locked away. Every inch of me had gone numb, yet somehow my blood was boiling at the same time. People were starring at her, Merlin's beard knows I would have been one of them if I could have brought myself to move. And there were those few people that had caught on and were looking back and forth repeatedly from me to Mia. It's good that she hates me and has moved on, that's what I need to keep reminding myself. It's keeping her safe. But I'm not sure if I can take it anymore. Everyday it's harder, having to keep a facade. Well, that I've done my whole life, but with Mia I could just be myself. Now she's the one I'm lying to the most. I hate it. I hate my father. I hate my mother for not doing anything, though I know there's little she could do. But I hate myself most of all for going along with this. I tell myself I agreed because it would keep her safe, but really I'm just a coward, doing anything to avoid another lashing from his wand. Snape's started talking, he started a while back but I haven't heard a word, instead I sneak careful glances at Mia, always lasting less than 3 seconds and never when her attention is in my direction. Weasley has moved his table closer to hers, a note getting passed into her free hand that was dangling down from her chair. I want to know what it says, but its probably for the best I don't. Whatever was written on it made her smile slightly, not a true one like she used to give me, but it got more than I have had in over a year. Then again, we haven't spoken for that long, since the night of the Yule ball to be exact. I think that's what will make me crack first, just to have a conversation with her. I need to know if she likes that blood traitor or if she's playing a game like me. Part of me hopes it is a game, to try and get back at me for what I've done, but that would mean she still has feelings for me which would inevitably be very bad and have disastrous consequences. So why when I see her do I keep thinking back to our kiss? I fear the memory will fade if anymore time paces, and I won't be able to remember the feel of her mouth on mine, her body held tight within the confines of my own. That's what scares me the most right now. Forgetting my memories with Mia.

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Mia made an excuse immediately as soon as class ended, agreeing to meet up with Fred later to 'talk', though she was going to see how long it could be avoided. Instead she padded through the halls, trying to use the quietest ones possible and ended up by the far courtyard. Outside was completely empty due to the downpour the sky was giving, and as the chill was seeping through the open windows so was the joining corridor. That's where she decided to sit. Most students would already be in the second class now, so the Slytherin sat on the stone floor, pulling her legs up under her chin she hoped professor Sprout wouldn't notice her absence. Thinking was more important anyway, and if she did get another detention, that would just mean more thinking time. This was a win win situation either way!

She stood up as the classes ended, not too bothered that she'd missed all of herbology and walked back towards the main corridors. She was just turning left about to go up a staircase when someone grabbed her arm, stopping her mid step. "wha-" she started but was cut off by Ginny's accusation. "Did u kiss Fred?"

"Wow news really does travel fast"

"What do you think you're playing at?" Mia raised an eyebrow, unsure of what her friend was on about, what was wrong with her kissing Fred? It was harmless fun. Ok so it was Ginny brother, but if Mia'd had a brother she wouldn't be acting like this is her best friend had kissed him. Hell, she could try kissing Tonks if she wanted, she wouldn't go mad at that. Not that she could really imagine Ginny kissing Tonks...

"Huh?" Oh what a brilliant response.

"It's obviously to anyone you're not over Malfoy and I won't let you use my brother against him" Ginny said, a glare covering her normally sweet features, where as Mia looked like a bucket of cold water had just been thrown over her. This was coming from her 'friend'? How dare she say that!

"To not be over him would suggest something had been going on, which there hadn't!" she hissed back, matching the others glare. Ok so technically it was a lie, but no one else knew of the kiss, and she was pretty sure Draco wasn't about to reveal that to anyone.

"Just stay away from my brother" The red head warned before pushing past her, though didn't get very far as the Slytherin gave her a harder push back in response. Ginny stumbled slightly, catching her balance then made a lunge for the other, yanking her hair in the process. Mia let out a scream of pain, swearing loudly and retaliated with a similar hair pulling, causing a cat fight to break out. Although she soon changed that by punching Ginny in the cheek, both girls falling to the floor where the fight carried on. Mia's hands were around the redheads neck by the time someone from the gathering crowd stepped in, ironically the brother in question who was now attempting to pull then apart.

"It's none of your business who I kiss!" the 5th year shouted, trying to lunge at Ginny once both were upright again, her eyes flashing dangerously dark, though Fred managed to keep them apart, one at each end of his arms.

"It is where it's my brother!"

"You're always saying you hate him why should it matter to you now?!"

"Because you're using him against Malfoy!" she dived at her previous best friend again at the comment, not wishing to admit the slight truth in it. It didn't seem to bother Fred, or if it did he didn't let on and just continued to try and separate them.

"Will you both stop!" he pleaded, ducking as Ginny tried to swing at the other girl. As the twin was caught off guard Mia slipped under his arm, her arm pulled back, hand in a fist ready to punch her again, but a pair of hands grasped her around the waist and pulled backwards before she was able to. She struggled, trying to get back to the fight.

"I'm gonna kill her!"

"That's fine but filch is coming" the person's voice spoke into her ear, and she was too angry right to put a face to it. He had a point though, if filch was coming they'd all be in trouble and it really was best to leave the area quickly. So with that now in mind Mia let the voiced person continue to drag her off, a glare on her features at Ginny who was just pointing and saying something, but she was now too far away to hear what.
The person continued to drag her around a corner, out into the courtyard and stopping at the edge of the shelter. The rain was just missing them, but the wind was beating down, sending a shiver down her back. Although the shiver could've just been caused by the other person pulling her back against their chest. She began to struggle and pull away, but then she finally put a name to the earlier voice when they finally spoke again.
"Did you kiss him the same way you did with me?" Mia froze, her whole body going numb. He hadn't spoken to her in months, not one word or even a look in her general direction, so what was going on now? "Did it give you the same thrill?" she wanted to say yes, that Fred was just as good as he was, better even. But that would be a lie and they both knew it. The truth was when she and the blonde who was now stood against her had kissed, everything had been perfect and right, complete happiness even for that brief time, whereas Fred was nothing more than nice, sweet at most if not a little too eager. And she doubted Fred could make her feel alive, not like right now just by a single touch.

"What do you want?" she asked as his fingers entwined through hers, brushing his other hand against her thigh.
"Kiss me" from the second Draco had seen the two kiss his self control had been called into action, and now that resistance was slipping. He'd left potions in a hurry, missing his charms class and going up to his room instead. But Pansy had been looking for him after so he'd had to escape through a hidden door. It had taken him to the far side of the school, where a fight was breaking out. The Weasley girl was shouting something, and he couldn't help the smirk on his features as one of the twins pushed his way forward, obviously attempting to help his sister. Although the next thing caught his attention, not so much the words but the voice.

"Why should it matter to you now?!" That was Mia. Without thinking twice, or thinking at all for that matter he pushed his way to the front of the gathering crowd, his eyebrows shooting up at the sight unfolding. The Weasley girl was on the floor, Mia's hands tightly around her neck, though the twin was tugging her off and holding her at arm's length.

"Because you're using him against Malfoy!" If it had been possible for Draco's eyebrows to go higher they would have. The thought had crossed his mind at the time, of course it had, but he'd dismissed it almost instantly. Mia made another lunge at the redhead, and before Draco knew what he was doing he'd grabbed her waist and was pulling her backwards. Technically Filch wasn't coming, and what he said to her was a lie. But the squib would be there soon if the fight carried on, so it was really for the best.
But now, as he stood so close to her, the faint smell of lavender from her shampoo drifting up to his nose, it really didn't seem like such a good idea.
"Kiss me" he repeated again, a husky tone to his voice as his lips pressed against her neck. And Mia almost agreed. In fact if it hadn't been for the sudden thought of what had happened last year, she would have done as he'd asked within seconds. But the imagine of Pansy draped over his shoulder came into her head, and just that alone was enough for her to take a step forward.
"You disgust me"
"Then why are you still holding my hand?" Mia looked away whilst pulling her hand free, wiping it on her skirt for dramatic effect.
"What will it take to get you to kiss me?" he asked finally, once she'd turned around to face him.
"Tell me why you want to, and 'I'm Draco Malfoy' doesn't count"
"What more is there?" he knew the answer to that, they both knew the answer to that but he didn't want to admit it. He did want to admit anything.
"Three words, eight letters. Say it and I'm yours" she said, spelling it out for him. Even after all the pain he'd caused she could forgive it, if he'd just say that one small phrase.
"I... I-" Mia finally looked up to meet his eyes, swallowing the lump that had appeared in her throat.
"That's what I thought" she said quietly, turning to walk back into the castle, refusing to let any of her feelings show but Draco's words made her freeze again.
"Fine, I always preferred Pansy anyway" he said, his tone snide as he stepped out into the rain, his hair sticking to his forehead instantly. The brunette turned quickly, rage filling her whole body. Whether he meant it or not, he'd said it and there was nothing he could do about it now.
"Pansy doesn't know about your past though does she!" she shouted over the rain, "Or your father, or back-" she'd begun to walk towards him, heading out into the downpour and getting drenched within seconds, but now started to retreat as he turned, standing in front of her again in an instant, a pure glare on his face.
"Don't you dare" he hissed, backing her up against a wall. Mia looked up at him, unsure how to react. She'd never seen this side of him before, and it scared her. Not that she was going to let it show.
"Why shouldn't I? Don't you want the whole world to know about your lovely father? That maybe Draco Malfoy doesn't have such a charmed life after all?" she spat, pressing her palms against the stone building, trying to create a bigger gap between them. Draco raised his arm up, hand curled into a fist, moving it through the air quickly. She shut her eyes, turning her face to the side but he chose to punch the wall instead, An internal war happening inside his head.
"You really are your fathers son" Mia said, half in shock of what was happening, looking up at him in time to see the hurt that flashed across his eyes. He took a step back, his arm going back to his side, blood trickling from his knuckles down to droplets on the floor mingling with the rain.
"Take it back" the threat was still in his voice, but so was sadness and terror.
"Leave me alone"
"Take it back" he repeated. Before Mia could respond however another figure appeared, walking over quickly and stopping just behind Draco.
"You heard her. Leave." she looked over at the figure, unable to think of a time when she'd heard Fred's voice sound so cold or threatening. Apparently Draco felt the same way, as he took another step back before stalking through the courtyard and into another part of the castle.
Mia stayed where she was thinking over everything that had just happened, finally turning her attention to Fred as a thought hit her.
"How much did you hear?" she asked in a tiny voice, barely audible over the rain, not bothering to hide her worry. He wouldn't be able to make sense of some of it, but there were still things it was better he didn't know. Fred ran his hands down his face, letting out a long sigh.
"It started with talking about a kiss, carried on through him being unable to say he loved you, and ended with a possible broken knuckle" he paused unable to meet her gaze, "Did you only kiss me to get back at him?" ok, so he'd heard everything. That was potentially problematic; however that wasn't the big issue right now. In all honesty she hadn't only kissed him to get back at Draco, it had been for the sake of liking him as well.
"No." she said earnestly, waiting for him to look at her. "I do like you Fred" he just shook his head slightly.

"It really seems that way" he said sarcastically, a sound the brunette had never really heard from him before. "Maybe you should try showing it sometime" Mia bit down on her lip as he spoke, wanting to cry but reframing. That would t help matters at all. Nothing would help matters, except showing him, maybe... Taking his advise she moved closer, placing her hands on his shoulders and stretching up press her lips against his. Well, it was the easiest way to show it really, though in the back of her mind as his arms slowly went around her waist, his mouth moving against hers, she imagined it was Draco. A blonde head of hair that her hand was going into not red, a body slightly shorter that was holding her close. The 5th year was the first to pull back, her breathing coming quicker than usual. No. She couldn't kiss Fred whilst thinking of that. Even she agreed there was a line and that would be jumping over it. At that point the chill from the wind began to set in, adding onto the everlasting rain and Mia was shivering like there was no tomorrow.
"Come on" Fred said finally, keeping his arm around her shoulder as he led her back into the castle.
Neither of them noticed the blonde figure stood at the other side of the courtyard, having just witnessed yet another kiss. He hadn't meant to, and certainly hadn't wanted to. But once he'd ascended the first set of stairs Draco had glanced out of the open window, the event locking him into place. How could she say such things to him then happily be seen with that Blood traitor again? Then again, she probably hadn't counted on anyone seeing that. He'd been stupid. That was as plainly obvious as his hand which was throbbing, his knuckles most likely broken. She'd said she'd be his if he'd told her he loved her... But he couldn't do that. Not just because of himself and the fact he'd never told anyone that before in his life, though that probably had something to do with it. No it was because that's when he began to get back to his senses. If he'd said that it would have put them both back at the very beginning with Mia being in just as much danger as she was before. No, it was better this was. It was always better this way, but not by much. But for the first time in a very long time, since his father had punished him for showing weakness at the age of 5, Draco Malfoy felt the need to cry, a single tear escaping before he could swipe it away with the back of his hand angrily, a searing pain shooting through it and blood smudging his cheek. It really wasn't better this way.

A/N: I've had this chapter written for ages, not sure if i'm 100% happy with it, so it might get edited. But leave me a review, what did you think? Z-Nugget xx