Girl From the Past

"Girl From the Past"

Written By: Cordy Says Hi

Prologue

He couldn't stop thinking about her. Why now had he started to think about her? His childhood friend, Mikomi Lang, with her long black hair; deep brown, almond-shaped eyes; and her tomboyish personality.

They had been friends ever since they were little. Over time, they became best friends, other children and even parents saying that they would make the cutest couple. She softened his heart and his cold grey eyes. It was when her thirteenth birthday, everything changed. They were sitting underneath the huge Weeping Willow tree by the river, which was their special place. He handed her, her present, a simple sterling silver bracelet that she could add charms to. As she looked up in pleasure, he surprised her with a soft kiss. The friendship ended a few days later.

Her father was promoted from the Ministry of Magic and they had to move to France. Both families were very good friends and when it came to say goodbye, the two of them couldn't look each other in the face. Mikomi didn't know how to answer to such a sudden surprise on her birthday. She became quiet when she was around him and the fun slowly came to an end. They couldn't look at each other without turning away and she started to hang out with different people. He became cold, sarcastic, and could only depend on his parents and his cronies, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle.

They never spoke to each other ever again. His mother always asked how she was doing and if he ever wrote to her. He told her he did, but that was a lie. She didn't even attempt to makeup for the past. He went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and she went to Beauxbatons Academy. They both thought they would never see each other again until that one fateful day...

Chapter 1: Memories

It was the beginning of the new school year. For Draco Malfoy, it was his seventh and final year going to Hogwarts along with his friends (or cronies, depending on how you looked at it), Crabbe and Goyle. Even though he depended on them, it never ceased to surprise him how they always managed to pass the exams to graduate through the years to the next level. He still took pride in being the Slytherin, pure-blood, and Malfoy which annoyed many of the Gryffindors he knew well and had grown with through the years. Especially Harry Potter. The one Gryffindor he despised and loathed the most. Along with his sidekicks, the nasty, know-it-all, Mudblood, Hermione Granger, and big footed, tall, redheaded, Ron Weasley. Draco still thought himself as Professor Snape's favourite student and smirked at the thought of it.

The past summer, his style changed a bit. Instead of slicking his white-blonde hair back all the time, he let it hang loose and sometimes how those Mudblood boys wore their hair. How they shaped it with gel and had that little flip in the front. He had grown taller of course, and his voice had deepened, showing that he was finally a grown man. Muscles built in his arms and legs, but he still stayed slim. Crabbe and Goyle were still the fat, large, pigs they always were, but they could always break someone's neck no matter what.

Last Wednesday, Draco's mother received a letter from a close friend of hers, Nakaru Lang. The Lang families were all friends of the Malfoys, and Mr. and Mrs. Lang had a daughter, Mikomi. When they were younger, he and Mikomi had been the best of friends. They practically went everywhere with each other. But five years ago, when they were both thirteen, Draco had done something, that was in her opinion, incredibly stupid. No one but Mikomi knew what he did and they never spoke or saw each other again. Mr. Lang worked with his father in the Ministry of Magic, but got promoted and they were transferred to France. Draco didn't care about Mikomi. She was a girl anyways. A guy usually hung out with boys and he had become fast friends with Crabbe and Goyle. That's at least what he thought.

Mrs. Lang had written to Narcissa of the joyous news of how the family was moving back to England. Narcissa read it aloud to Mr. Malfoy and Draco in happiness in being able to see her friend again. Draco sneered when Nakaru wrote about Mikomi going to Hogwarts. She had written about how she had grown into a beautiful young lady, but was still a tomboy as always. Draco laughed inside of his cold self. He remembered how he used to tease her about her acting so tough and non-prissy like the other girls. She always got her clothes dirty and hated dresses. Most of all, if you made her mad, she'd get furious and would beat you up when she got the chance. Then suddenly he remembered how Mrs. Lang wrote about her transforming into a lady. Did she change her style? Deep inside he wanted to see her badly. He wanted to rush up, give her a hug, and take a good look and see how much she changed.

"Isn't this exciting, Draco?" Mrs. Malfoy asked her son, "You'll be getting to see Mikomi again! I remember those days when you were always seen with her. Quite the couple you two were."

"I wonder how much she has changed," Mr. Malfoy said expressionlessly, "I always found it funny how you would sometimes come home with a bruise on your arms or legs because of her punching you. All because of your teasing."

"Yes, I'm so excited to see a girl I haven't spoken with in five years," Draco answered sarcastically.

"You haven't spoken to her? I thought you were exchanging owls post! At least, that's what you told me two years ago," his mother asked, disappointed that her son didn't seem to care.

"It wasn't my fault. And anyway, she probably won't recognize me. I'll be bloody surprised if she evens remember what I look like."

"What ever happened to you two?"

"Nothing. Just stopped talking. I got Crabbe and Goyle, and she got some other friends from her own gender. About time she realized that she was a girl anyway." As he said this, the family eagle owl appeared with a letter for Lucius.

"Narcissa, Draco, I'm afraid I must leave. Important business. So, sorry," he didn't sound like it. He looked rather nervous as he got up from the large sofa in the parlour, his long white-blonde hair swaying behind him.

"Hah, important business? It's probably something to do with Lord..."

"Hush Draco. You know how we must keep that our own family secret. Now get your school things together for the train tomorrow," his mother scolded. He obeyed and quickly walked up the marble staircase of his home.

Draco got finished with his packing, tired, and bored as ever. He took a look around his room. It was large and dark. There were shades of green. His king-sized bed was messy, obviously because the servants were on their day off and that miserable Potter tricked his father into freeing their house elf, Dobby. Quite annoying he had been, but all the same, it was rather enjoyable seeing the dumb creature iron its ears or do other tortures to itself when it did something wrong. He walked over to his dresser with the large mirror that talked back and it was usually quite insulting.

"You look terrible. If I hadn't known, I would have mistaken you for a filthy Mudblood by the way you style your hair! Quit trying to look cool and leave me alone!"

"Bugger off!" Draco replied. He absolutely had nothing to do. As he flopped down onto his bed he took a look at the bedside dresser. Then he remembered something. He opened it up and took out a picture that was face down. He took a long good look at it. It was a picture of Mikomi and him when they were ten. She was sitting on the weeping willow's tree limb and he was on the ground. In motion, they smiled and laughed and waved as well. He wondered how much she changed since the last time they saw each other.

September 1^st had come and there Draco was at Platform 9 ¾. His father was still with his "important business" but his mother came, probably to see if the Langs were there. He saw Potter and his friends as well as the other Weasleys. All of them were despicable and filthy. Seconds later, he found Crabbe and Goyle.

"Hello mates," he greeted. They gave him their usual grunts. They're so dumb and boring, but at least they can protect me, he thought selfishly. Suddenly, he heard his mother going crazy, or at least, he thought she was. He turned around and saw an Asian woman with a seventeen year old girl. The girl had short, bobbed, black hair; deep brown, almond-shaped eyes; and was smiling politely. She had on slightly baggy jeans and a black hooded sweatshirt. She and her mother quickly walked over to Narcissa and started to talk avidly, while the girl just stood there and looked a tad bit nervous. Draco was just lost in her eyes. He was quickly wondering who she was an who the woman his mother was talking to.

"And here's Draco!" Narcissa exclaimed, practically dragging her son into view for the mother and daughter, "Mikomi, you have grown so much! But I'm sure you were expecting me to say that weren't you?"

"I guess, Mrs. Malfoy," the girl answered. Mikomi?! Draco thought, as it hit him hard in the head. It couldn't be. The girl he had kissed on her thirteenth birthday? It was impossible.

"Draco, what a young man you are!" the Asian woman said in amazement, "Do you remember me? Mrs. Lang? And you couldn't forget about Mikomi! Why, you two were best friends if I remember correctly," the woman also dragged her offspring into view.

"Well, you both have a lot of catching up to do, so we'll leave you alone. We'll come back in five minutes. You have to board the train you know," Mrs. Malfoy explained. The two older women left, chatting back and forth, as if there were no tomorrow. The two seventeen-year-old looked at each other in awe. There was an awkward silence between the two of them. Neither one of them could believe they were looking at the same person they used to play with when they were younger.

"So," Mikomi began attempting to start a conversation, "It's been awhile hasn't it, Draco?"

"Malfoy to you," Draco snapped, "If I remember correctly, yes, it has been awhile. Ever since your thirteenth birthday."

"You still hold grudges like you used to. Gosh, sorry, but I didn't kiss you. You kissed me."

"Still blaming others for your own faults again, eh?"

"You've changed a lot, looks and everything. Now it hurts to look at you. My eyes burn too much. Though, I'm glad you lost that monkey grease that you used to plaster back your so-called hair."

"Aw, and do your eyes cry? I see you cut your hair. What, did you go and get it caught in a fan again? Or gum this time?"

"Bloody git," the girl muttered.

"Macho chick," the boy grumbled. They both looked different ways, loathing each other. The mothers came back again, amazed at the pouts and angry silence between their children.

"Well, uh, did you sort of catch up on stuff?" Mrs. Lang asked, trying to break the tension.

"Hah, I wish," Mikomi sarcastically said. With that, she turned around and started to board the train, "Bye mum! I'll miss you! Tell dad I miss and love him too!"

"Goodbye Mikomi! Have fun and learn lots okay?" the mother replied hugging her daughter. Mikomi boarded the train and waved her last goodbye.

"Well, goodbye Draco. Write to me and Father, okay? And don't get into trouble. Well, do something to that horrible Mudblood, but in any case, don't do anything I wouldn't do," Narcissa said to her son. Draco rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, and what wouldn't you do?"

"Draco!"

"Yeah, sure, whatever. Bye! Say bye to Dad too!" He got onto the train and tried to find the compartment Crabbe and Goyle were staying in, unfortunately, bumping into Mikomi.

"Well, if it isn't Malfoy," she stated, in a harsh tone.

"Well, if it isn't the girl who doesn't know what gender she is!" he shot back.

"I still can't believe I was ever friends with you, you jerk!"

"Me? I can't believe I was friends with an 'it'!" Mikomi couldn't take it anymore. She walked right up to him, and slapped him across his face.

"I hate you," she quickly walked around him and disappeared into the crowd on the Hogwarts Express. Draco was left, stunned, wide-eyed, and with a red mark on his pale cheek from where she had hit him. It was stinging terribly and in the distance, he saw a blonde girl running towards him. It was Pansy Parkinson. The girl with the pug face and who'd had a crush on him since he'd first met her. She was quite annoying for a seventeen-year-old.

"Oh Draco! I can't believe that new girl slapped you for no good reason! You didn't do anything to her!" she exclaimed. As she touched his face, he gently pushed her away and said, "I'm fine. Leave me alone Pansy. Now's not the time I want to see you," she looked hurt but she quickly held her head high and stomped off.

For awhile, he just wandered the hall passage on the train, thinking about how dumb and rude he had been to Mikomi. Should he have really treated her like that? Of course! He was Draco Malfoy. That's how he treats all the people he hated. But, he didn't hate her. He actually kind of missed her.

As he walked, he passed a compartment with only one person inside, from what he could tell at least. He decided to go on in and finally sit down but as he quietly slid open the compartment door, he took a look at who was inside. It was Mikomi. She was staring out the window, expressionless, legs on the seat and her arms wrapped around them. Even to him, it was hard to believe he had ever known her and gotten along with her. She was nice and friendly, and he was cold and unwelcome. The stinging quickly came back to his face and he winced in pain. He suddenly remembered how she slapped him and became angry again. He was about to speak when she quickly interrupted him.

"I know you're there Drac-Malfoy," she said, "If you're here to annoy me some more, don't bother. I'm fine the way I am."

"Hmph. You really have changed Komi."

"Komi? You used to call me that when we were younger. I'm surprised that you of all people are talking to me," she replied.

"So what? Sadly, you're the one who knows the most about me."

"Unfortunately," she muttered.

"Hah, and I can't stand looking at you."

"Good."

"Haha-wait. What?"

"I said good."

"Why?"

"So I know you won't kiss me again, like the last time. And now look! Aren't we so happy?" Mikomi replied, snidely.

"It wasn't my fault!" Draco replied, his face a slightly tinged pink.

"You wish you bloody git! I can't believe you did that anyways!"

"Why are you so steamed anyways, eh? Most girls would be even lucky to get a kiss that young."

"Oh really? And I guess from the great Malfoy as well?" she stated, sarcastically, crossing her arms.

"I was right, you are genderless."

"I assume you want me to smack you again, do you?"

"No."

"Then why do you keep saying that, you jerk?!"

"Aw, poor Mikomi is hurt now is she? And does her ex-best friend care? No!"

"I-"

"Hate you. Yes, of course, I think you've already established that!"

"Forget it. Why should I even waste my breath on an idiot like you?"

"Well, you have," Draco pointed out. Soon enough, the plump woman with the food cart came around with the usual wizard snacks and sweets.

"Would you like anything dears?" she asked politely. Mikomi shook her head in reply and said, "No thank you. Goodbye Draco," and with that, she left the compartment.