A/N: So, it finally happened in the last chapter. Did any of you really doubt it wouldn't? Gosh give me some credit! The reviews for the last chapter were so nice! I just wanted to thank those that did leave a comment; they were lovely to read and made me want to get this chapter up sooner. Oh and I know Lucius is meant to be in Azkaban for a year(ish), but for the sake of this story, no Azkaban or dementors kiss for Mr Malfoy.

It was still a strange experience waking up in Draco's arms, though the main difference this time was the obvious lack of clothing. Mya's body ached all over from the previous night, and as she slid out from under the still sleeping other form she made a mental note never to do anything that vigorously again. Heading into the bathroom she turned on the hot tap to full, stepping into the shower instantly and letting the water cascade down her back. She didn't want to wash away the events of the night before, the smell of the blonde still lingering on her skin, but there was no way she could go to classes like that. If rumours started about the two of them, more than they already had, it could all be over. Lucius, Bellatrix. Neither would be happy with what their offspring was doing, in fact both would be furious and take it out on both teenagers.

When Draco started banging on the door she realised she'd spent too long in the shower and shouted a quick ok before hurriedly shampooing her hair and covering her body in some of the shower gel that didn't belong to her. Having to turn the shower off was almost torturous, getting out of the hot water and standing in a steamy bathroom, but it had to be done. She took one of the towels from the cupboard, rubbing her hair for a minute with it then wrapping it around her body before finally unlocking and opening the bathroom door. Draco was sat on the bed, wearing nothing but the thin material of his silk sheets over his lower half.

"Round two?" He questioned with a smirk, standing up and letting the sheet drop off as he walked across the room to meet her, his lips brushing against hers in what started off as an innocent kiss. Although as she hooked her arms around his shoulders and answered with her own deeper response, it became anything but.

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They ended up missing breakfast, and their first lesson as Mya had to take yet another shower (which was also disrupted by Draco, leading to a third shower), and finally made it in time for their potions lesson.

"This is your fault" She hissed as they rushed down the corridor, "I'm sure this is going to do wonders for the 'just friends' facade we're trying to pull off". Draco merely shrugged, a grin still plastered on his features. Knowing her luck, he was going to be grinning like a fool for the rest of the day. Although that begged the question that now swirled around her head; was there any point in that facade? Most had speculated over the two for years, even when they weren't talking the rumours had still circled like a common cold. She dreaded to think what people were now thinking up with them as 'friends' once more. Would it reach back to their parents? And if so, surely they'd put them down as adolescent rumours? Or it could reach back to them and Draco could get tortured.

Mya's attention was drawn back as Professor Slughorn arrived seconds behind the two entering the classroom, a cheerful smile on his face as he observed the group. Without realising it, having been too lost in her own thoughts, she'd walked into the room and sat down at a desk next to the blonde. Several others turned their heads in anticipation of anything happening, a pair of eyes burning into the back of her dark head which she had no doubt belonged to Pansy. Clearly she wasn't happy with the turn in events, had the girl even spoken to Draco since? Or had Draco spoken to her rather. It was unlikely; he seemed to avoid her like the plague.

"Ah, Miss Lestrange!" He Slughorn practically gushed when his eyes landed on her, "I'm afraid we missed you at the little meeting on the train. No need to worry, there will be plenty more!" Great. That was just what she needed, stuck in a club full of people who were scared of her no doubt or hated her. Let's face it, that was the majority of the school by now; even the Weasley's no longer wished to see her. She'd made a royal mess of things if truth be told, and for what? The blonde sat next to her? Her green eyes slowly slid sideways to look at him, meeting clear grey orbs instantly. Had he been looking at her too?

"What?" Mya whispered, an eyebrow rising. Draco merely continued to grin that stupid foolish grin at her. Oh yes, he was the epitome of subtlety. Before she could tell him off however Slughorn began addressing the class and she had to substitute it for a whack on the leg with her palm. Not quite as effective, but he did tone down the grin, a little.

"Ah yes. Now what you see in front of you is a curious little potion known as Felix Felicis, but it is more commonly referred to as liquid luck." The potions master paused to wave the tiny bottle around, making sure every student got a good look. It didn't look like anything special, just clear liquid inside that could quite easily have been water. And water certainly wasn't all that lucky. Perhaps it wasn't water then.

"One sip and you'll find that all your endeavours will succeed" Draco's head shot up, the last sentence clearly catching his attention and Mya could bet why. He'd told her little of the task the Dark Lord had presented him with. Just the basics really, that he had to kill their beloved head master. Was beloved the right word? Perhaps not, but the old man wasn't hated, which would just make this task even harder. If it had been someone everyone hated, such as their charming head of house, well that would have been a walk in the park. But it wasn't. Dumbledore would be difficult to get to, difficult to poison or curse. Realistically Draco didn't stand a chance, and everyone knew it. It was an impossible task, set to punish the Malfoy's for Lucius' slip up back at the ministry.

"And this is what I offer you today for the student who manages to brew an acceptable draft of living death! I should point out, only once has a student brewed something sufficient enough to claim this prize. Never the less, good luck to you all" Living death? Mya didn't recognise the name; believe it or not she'd never had to make it before. But it would be found in the text books and then it was a simple task of following the instructions. Draco determinedly got to work next to her, putting in the most effort the brunette had ever seen him do in the subject. He needed that liquid luck, it was the only possible way he'd get the task done. With that in mind Mya also got to work. Potions had never been her strong point, but she was at least going to try and get that damned liquid luck for him.

An hour later they were told to stop and right then she knew she hadn't won. For one thing the finished product was meant to be pitch black and hers was a light blue at best. Draco faired a little better, his more dark blue possibly grey in colouration. Neither was enough to get the liquid luck though. Ironically Potter won that, as if he needed any luck. Draco didn't quite storm out of the classroom, but he didn't exactly walk out quietly either. The brunette was torn between chasing out after him and realising he probably wanted to be alone, finally deciding on the latter and sitting back down at the now empty desk.

A/N: Sorry this took me so long to get up; I've been ridiculously busy getting ready for uni etc etc etc and seem to have found my way back onto roleplay which has taken up some of my time. But this story will never be abandoned, even if I don't update in a while. I worked out there were roughly 10 chapters left, give or take, probably less now.