Magically So Dear

Suddenly the small silencing charm she placed on the door wore off. You could hear the final sounds of the little escapade creep through the door. Maranwë and Alena waited by the door impatiently. Suddenly the door opened and some strange fellow walked out. Pansy quickly led him through the private quidditch entrance and out to the dungeon halls.

"Who was that Pansy?"

"To be honest, I didn't get his name."

"That's daft Pansy, that's daft."

"What's this I hear Pansy, you've yet again, shagged someone from another house?"

"Oh sod off Draco, it was only a little fun."

"Yes, well, did you happen to check his bloodline before you shagged him Pansy?" he purred.

"Honestly Draco, what is your problem today?"

Maranwë gave Draco one last death glare. "I was wondering the very same thing Pansy." She quickly spat at him and departed into her dormitory for the night.

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He had done it. He had really pissed her off. Well it's her damn fault, he thought to himself. If she would have just stopped bugging me then I wouldn't have yelled at her. Of course she was only trying to help. He knew that, really he did. Now he just had to find a way to undo his earlier actions.
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It had been a few weeks since Maranwë had spoken to Draco. Whenever she saw him, her heart sank. What is going on with me lately? Why do I care? Were the questions, like a bad record, they just kept playing over in her head.

She couldn't believe Draco. He was treating her like, well like everyone else, like she didn't matter. Maranwë spent a lot of time sitting by the fire in the common room, thinking. She zoned out a lot and her grades were dipping a little bit. She sat there, gazing into the fire when the stone walls leading into the Slytherin lairs slowly crept open. Two people gradually walked inside, holding hands and cuddling repulsively. Maranwë whirled her head around and saw who she had been dreading over for weeks. She slammed her book shut and headed straight for the door, unter path was crossed by Taraquin. She slammed right into the 7^th year boy and fell to the ground.

"Oh wow, Maranwë are you alright?"

" No, no I'm not Taraquin. Can I talk to you about something?"

" Sure, here let's go to the West Wing, it's a bit quieter there."

Maranwë poured all of her emotions out to Taraquin. He was really the only person she felt that she could talk to.

"You know what you need Mar?" She shook her head in confusion. "You need a night on the town babe!"

"I agree, I do need to get away from these walls for one night, even the paintings have a more social life than me right now."

"Well then its set, you'll come to the Ampad Spoiler in Knockturn Alley with me and the boys tonight. If you want I suppose you can bring Pansy or another lady friend of yours."

"Alright Taraquin, it sounds like it'll be a hell of a good time."

Later that night, Maranwë, Pansy and Alena gradually made their way to the brightly colored building known as the Ampad Spoiler. It was lit up and filled with some hardcopartiers. The three girls opened the large wooden doors to the pub and stepped inside. There were people laughing, crying and glasses being shattered everywhere. Looks like some of these people are having a little too much fun. She thought to herself. Alena spotted Taraquin at a large round table in the corner by the dance floor. It was also conveniently located right next to the bar. He briskly waved them over and got them some chairs. Maranwë and the two other girls pushed through the large crowd of people and finally made it to the table. Maranwë unveiled herself from her dark green cloak and hung it lazily on the wall. She took a seat next to Adrian and grabbed a shot of Fire Whisky from the middle of the table. She looked at herself and straightened the sleeves of her green and black lace princess top. Its sleeves were long and dangly. She sat there for a moment picking some lint off of her black dress pants when almost half the table got up to go dance. The rest of the night got more blurry with each drink she had. They all danced until the wee hours of the night.

Maranwë woke up at 11:30 in the morning. It was a good thing she didn't have school that day. She stumbled from her bed to the cabinet in the middle of the perfectly spherical room. She tossed bottles here and there until she finally found what she was looking for. She slowly pulled the bottle of pepper up potion from the inside cavities of the large cabinet. It had clearly been used several times already that morning. She drank the last of it quickly and felt it beginning to take affect. She strolled inthe large bathroom to see her fellow partiers taking showers. The oil painting of a gypsy woman sprang to life when she saw that a new visitor was entering her bathroom.

"Well, look who we have here. Miss Kapulkin has finally awoken ladies. Did you use the rest of the pepper up potion then?" She gratefully nodded her head in agreement. "Good, I hope it will make you feel better, I'll be sure to stock up on some more of it for you girls."

"Thanks so much Lady Lebrussa, I don't know what we would do without you."

All of the girls quickly finished up their showers and headed down to lunch. There they met most of the boys, all looking terribly hung over. She finished her lunch after hearing a few stories from last night. She also found out that Taraquin finally asked Alena out after three months of having a crush on her. Maranwë took a seat in a black leather couch by the fire in the common room. Draco took a seat across from her on an identical couch. She quickly got up to leave but he took a firm grip on her arm.

"Let me be Draco," she said through clenched teeth still trying to evade his grip.

"Please Maranwë, just talk to me."

"Why must you cause more pain for me to bear?" She was almost yelling. "I don't understand you, one minute you were my friend and then the next I'm treated like mudblood scum.

Maranwë was walking around in the dungeons when she noticed a small 2^nd yr Slytherin girl. The girl was walking cautiously, as if she were looking for something. Suddenly, someone reached out from behind a giant warthog statue, and snatched her up. Hmm, who could be the other person behind the statue? She said to herself sarcastically. She turned her head and sure enough it was Draco. The small girl whirled around embarrassed, covering her face. Draco slyly gave her a smirk. Maranwë had enough. She gave him her brightest smile and kept walking. Two can play this little game.