Dirty Tactics Up And Down The Aisle (A Draco Malfoy Love Story) -Sequel-

"Fingers crossed." You mumbled, gazing out of the window of your Charms classroom down at the flawless green grass below.

It had been 6 long, difficult months since one particular rainy evening which you'd tried your very best to forget and quite a lot had been changing in your life since then.

Well, to start with Mia had managed to fall in love. Shocked?
You should be. Apparently it was all very romantic. (Or so she says.) Just after Christmas she was signed up by a scout to play Beater for the England under 21 squad and guess who just happened to be the resident Keeper?
None other than pretty-boy Oliver Wood. So eventually the inevitable happened and she fell for his stupid grin and dumb accent before: (and this was the real stunner) He fell straight over his Qudditch boots for her too!

She ofcourse is now as happy as can be and you're trying your hardest to be just as extactic for her.....though Mr Wood was never exactly your Teen Dream. To put it politely.

Elaina seems to have been bitten by the Love Bug too, though exactly who she's all infected over remains to be seen. But you figured those dreamy eyes and ridiculous amounts of time spent infront of a mirror can't be for nothing right?
She's even developed an odd infatuation with Qudditch for some reason and hitched her school skirt up an extra inch, so you've made it your mission to find out who the lucky guy is.

Who's next? Ah Alex! That little charmer was back on his feet after his brush with a certain somebodys' fists of fury. You'd managed to persuade him that taking sweet revenge wasn't the most noble thing to do afterall and so he'd reluctantly attempted to bury the hatchet and let bygone's, be bygone's.
The two of you had started getting really close lately, what with Mia off at training sessions or with her new loverboy and Elaina stalking her mystery man, but you didn't seem to mind. He cheered you up on your blue days and laughed with you on your sunny ones. Sounds cliche? That's because it is.

As for you, well I guess you're doing as well as can be expected. You're stumbling along week by week, slowly getting used to all your new history. Of course to the rest of the world you're still Little Miss Guiseley Monroe and thats the way you decided to keep it. Afterall, it's like Mia said: the name Monroe just has so much more panache then plain old Potter.
Speaking of Potters, Harry seemed to take the news surprisingly well with only a:
"Well, I suppose every other incredibly unlikely event has already happened so why not discovering my secret twin too?"
All he's waiting for now is to be told that Vincent Crabbe is actually his birth mother.

Dumbledore gave the pair of you a few days off to talk things over and it actually turned out to be really kinda nice. Harry brought down this photo-album he had of your Parents and you just chatted away, sort of filling each other in on the past 17 years. Yes it was cringe-worthy and awkward at points but now, 6 months later, you two are actually getting on fairly well.

So that's everybody.
What d'ya mean there's one more....?
Oh. I see. You want to know about him.
Fine.

Draco's just been.....Draco. The same old self-obsessed little poser he always has been. Sure there was a time when you were: (As Mia puts it) misguided about him but those days are officially over.
Almost.

Okay so you'd tried your hardest to get over him, you really had but you still had to admit there was something there. The tiniest little spark somewhere in the back of your mind that made you watch him saunter across the library from behind your Transiguration textbook and sigh quietly everytime you passed his room.
But you'd told yourself, you would never play the desperate ex and so you'd forced yourself not to look directly at him or talk to him since that wet December evening.

Whether he ever remembered that night or thought about you as you passed him nonchalently in the corridors you didn't know care.

But in his defence and boy did you hate to admit it, he'd managed to do one right thing. He'd kept quiet about your secret, though you had a feeling Dumbledore may have had a word.
Harry had only told Hermione and Ron, which didn't bother you at all meaning that you, Harry, Mia, Alex, Elaina, Hermione, Ron and Draco knew.
At least if it ever did get out to the rest of the school, you knew exactly whose smirking, sneering, dirty little mouth would have spilt the beans.

"Page 223, notes and questions for Wednesday!" Professor Flitwick boomed out, breaking you from your thoughts. For such a tiny little thing he certainly had impressive volume control.

"I've been wondering..." You muttered, sliding your books off the table and slinging your satchel over your shoulder, "...Is Flitwick a dwarf or a goblin?"

"Hmm." Alex looked back over his shoulder as the two of you made your way out the room. "Maybe he's an elf."

"Elves are taller dumbass." Mia grumbled sweeping her curls back in a rather over-dramatic way.

Elaina tilted her head to oneside. "Maybe he's just a really tiny man."

"Yeah....maybe." You raised your eyebrow, exchanging a odd glance with Alex. You'd just finished your third lesson of the day, double Charms with the Ravenclaws which meant:

"Lunch time!!" Mia beamed as the four of you walked into the Great Hall. It was already filling up fast so you quickly nabbed some seats smack bang in the middle of the Slytherin table. By now most people had accepeted Elaina as some sort of honorary Slytherin so she was already digging into a plate of slightly soggy tuna salad.

"Eurgh, the house elves were up partying again last night." Alex groaned, shifting his abnormally coloured chicken soup around the bowl. "You can always tell when they've made the food with hangovers."
You grinned, helping yourself to the most normal looking thing on the table: a cheese sandwhich.

"I wouldn't bother with that if I were you." Came a voice from behind. Turning, you smiled as you found Ron grinning back, Hermione by his side, hand in hand. Yes folks, they're still in love and very much together.

"And why is that?" You asked suspiciously, shooting glances between him and your sandwhich.

"'Cos I've been in the kitchens before and thats not cheese."
You quickly put it down.

"Me and Harry--"

"Harry and I." Hermione corrected him.

He glared at her. "Harry and I will be practicing our Quidditch skills after lessons today on the green. Would one care to join us?" She shot him another dissaproving stare.
"Never satisfied." He grumbled.

You grinned. "Sure, anyone else?" You asked, turning down the table.

Mia shook her head. "Coach said no work outs before this Saturday, it's our first match of the season and we want to start with a bang."

"Plus she's seeing Oliver." Added Elaina with a cheeky smile.

You rolled your eyes with disgust. "Alex?"

"Well..." He considered. "I'm supposed to be doing that 12 page essay for Snape's class tommorrow but...what the hell. What time?"

Ron shrugged. "'Bout 5-ish."

"Can I come too?" You all turned in the direction of Elaina in surprise.

You arched an eyebrow. "Of course...."

"Great, see you later!" She mumbled excitedly, running off to plan her outfit.

"She hardly touched her food. Such a shame." Muttered Mia, grabbing her bowl and loading it onto her already piled over plate.

"Right, well I'm starving." Ron smiled. "See you lot later." He waved goodbye as Hermione led him back over to the Gryffindor table. You looked around the hall, now completely packed with students, shrieking and laughing as they chatted amongst themselves.

Only one person was missing and that person was just about to arrive...

Alex looked up as the doors opened wide, turning to Mia and nudging her anxiously. She gazed across the hall and her eyes instantly narrowed, watching the latest arrival scanning the Slytherin table for an empty seat. As his eyes fell on the last unoccupied place, hers flew open as she glanced quickly from him back to you, blissfully unaware as you poured yourself a glass of pumpkin juice.

"G..." No reply. "G!!" She hissed loudly.

You looked up. "Hmm?"

"Switch." She looked at you seriously.

"Beg your pardon?"

"Switch!" She hissed again.

"Switch what?" You asked, your bright blue eyes laced with confusion.

"Switch seats!"

"But I'm comfy here."

"Too late." Alex groaned quietly as someone sat down right beside you. You turned......and your fork clattered to your plate. Most of Slytherin house had now stopped eating to stare.

There, sat in Elaina's deserted space was, yep you guessed it, Draco Malfoy.
For a whole 6 months you'd managed to avoid him, ducked into bathrooms if you saw him coming, stared defiantly at the wall as he passed, taken the long way round to Herbology because you knew he always used the shortcut--but now after all this time, here he was and you couldn't escape.

"Beecham, Raven." He nodded quickly in their direction, helping himself to a cheese sandwhich and an apple. Just like you. Alex and Mia stared at the two of your from across the table, both ready to jump to the resuce if one of you whipped out a pen-knife. Draco turned slightly as if only just realising you were even there.

He sneered and lowered his voice to barely a whisper. "Potter." You shot a nervous glance down the table, checking no-one had heard before glaring at him and clenching your fingers into a fist in your lap.

"I wouldn't eat that if I were you." You muttered cooly, determined to show him that he was having no effect on you what-so-ever.

He stopped, raising an eyebrow and looking you in the eye with a smirk. "And why might that be?"

"That's not cheese."
He scoffed and took a large bite stubbornly as you rolled your eyes. "Suit yourself."

The four of you fell into silence, you and Draco staring down opposite ends of the table in defiance. He was already regretting eating his not-quite-cheese sandwhich but he wasn't going to let you know that.

He washed it down quickly with some water before turning back to you, staring at your long golden curls as they trailed down your back. "So how is the four eyed freak then?" He asked, his smirk widening as you turned to face him angrily, your eyes narrowed. "I was wondering..." He carried on. "If you were going to turn into a blind mole rat too. I mean flaws often run in the family don't they?"

Mia kicked out under the table, smirking as he winced in pain. "Sorry. I get spasms."

You felt your heart pumping in your chest, full of hatred and the overwhelming desire to kick his arrogant little face in. "You know something you two," Alex and Mia looked over. "There's a really disgusting smell over here and it's starting to make me feel sick." You put on a forced smile. "Lovely to see you again Malfoy. We really must keep in touch."
Your smile became a sneer as the three of you stood up to turn your backs on him.

"Oh Monroe." He called out as you began to walk away. "Don't forget, Quidditch season starts again next week. There may be a few changes to the squad."

You stopped in your tracks, eyes flashing with anger as you turned back to face him. "Thinking of giving up Captain to someone who truly deserves it?" You glared across at him.

His smirk widened, taking a last swig of water before swaggering towards you. "Not quite." He muttered darkly, knocking against your shoulder as he passed you.

You stood perfectly still, Alex and Mia by your side, until you heard the door creak shut behind him. Instantly, the Slytherins fell back into their gossiping as you stood, waiting for your heart beat to return to normal.

God how you hated that boy.