Harry Potter: End of innocents-02

“Magea, Magea…God wake up.” She heard a voice call from besides her bed. She mumbled and pulled the sheets over her head and let out a grunt. “I’m not doing this with you this year.” Hermione said pulling the comfortable sheets off of Magea.
“Why do you do this? You’re not my mum we’re not like best buddies either.” Magea said covering her eyes from the light from the tower window.
“Well because Snape seems to think that since we are in the same year and same house that I and all of the rest of us should not allow on of our own to sleep though classes. Seeing as all of your friends are different houses then you.” Hermione said in that matter of fact tone and putting her hands on her hips.
“How hard is it for you just to get up?” Ginny said rolling her eyes at the conversation that the two older Gryffindor’s were having.
“Hey Weasley, bite me!” Magea hissed flicking the red head off. “All of you I swear.” Magea huffed getting out of bed snatching her school uniform off of the chair next to her and throwing it on, buttoning her white shirt and leaving the first two buttons undone. Slipping on her grey skirt that was noticeably shorter then the other Gryffindor’s, Magea had pinned it up to give it the desired effect. She stomped in to the bathroom and bruised her teeth and then put her hair in a ponytail. “You girls need to relax.” Magea said throwing her tie around her neck and slipping on her cloak and grabbing her schoolbooks. “Why the fuck am I in this house?” She hissed throwing her hand up as she left the tower.
Magea entered the Great Hall and wrinkled her brow at the array of foreign students. The snobby students from Beauxbatons Academy thought they were the shit, prancing around in those silly light blue silk uniforms. Just as the hateful thought crossed her mind a tall handsome Durmstrang boy bumped in to her as he was leaving the hall.
“Oh sorry.” He said with a think accent flashing a smile at her and passing by. Magea looked back and made a ‘not face’ while looking at his back side and then continued in to the hall. She saw her friends sitting at they Slytherin table. Morgan Travina noticed her and waved, Morgan was short pale blond with big blue eyes. Many people made the mistake of thinking that Morgan was the sister of Lonny Lovegood; they looked similar and were in the same house. Although Morgan was vastly prettier and had darkness to her, maybe it was the dark ring around her eyes but she was always plotting something. Mostly horrible pranks to embarrass other girls that they didn’t like, Morgan even rivaled Hermione when it came to spell casting. But unlike Hermione, Morgan was meant for the Dark Arts. Her father Mortius was a Death Eater something only the only the rest of them knew. Who was also very close friends with Severus Snape since their time in school, so in close that Mortius named Snape, Morgan’s Godfather when she was born. Once again not something masses at Hogwarts would know about.
Down from Morgan sat Dominique Yrbantisba, pale with dark brown long hair and green eyes that matched her Slytherin colors. Dominique’s was a curvy girl with a full chest and wide hips, something that frequently made the older boys take an interest. None of them were ever good enough though, mostly because they were too poor. Just like Morgan Dominique’s fate was the Dark Art’s her late mother Agnese had been one of The Dark Lords most loyal until she met her death at her own hand for love. Magea had heard many times her mother speak of Agnese; she wished she could have known her.
And lastly there was none other then Draco Malfoy’s him self. Magea and Draco had a very unique relationship. Their mothers who were close friends since child hood had decided early on that their children would marry and bare beautiful children one day. And that idea stuck with the two mothers since the idea came to them years ago. And now that both of them were coming of age their mothers were starting to push the idea on them. It wasn’t that Magea though Draco was nasty or anything it was the fact that to her he was the little mamma’s boy that cried when ever they made fun of him. Magea snickered at an old memory of that as she came to the table only to see that her set next to Draco was taken by pug Pansy Parkinson.
“Uh excuse me.” Magea said with a raised eyebrow. Pansy looked at her and rolled her eyes.
“What?” She said copping an attitude.
“What is that you are sitting with my friends.” Magea said dropping her books on the table in front of Pansy.
“Um you belong over there.” Pansy said pointing over to the Gryffindor table. Magea knew the only reason that Pansy had not said anything to Morgan about sitting there was because Morgan and Pansy were first cousins on Morgan’s mum’s side. You would never know by their looks though. Before Magea could say anything to Parkinson, Yrbantisba reached her hand across the table and snapped her fingers in Pansy’s face.
“Watch you mouth who do you think you are talking to?” Dominique snapped. “Move.” She ordered Pansy huffed and then scooted down allowing Magea to sit.
“Did you get dressed in a closet?” Morgan asked with a smile looking at Magea’s disheveled look. Magea always wore her uniform lazy but not this lazy.
“Tidy your self up, you look like a Weasely.” She said in a hushed tone.
“Oh come on, Tisba’.” The messy look kind of works for some of the Weaselys. Morgan said looking over at Ron. Dominique cringed at the nickname for her.
“Do you hear your self right now? Ew, he is a filthy blood trader and if your father heard you say that.” Draco said his eyes noticing the top of Magea’s exposed thigh he looked away before she could notice.
“Whatevea’ Draco, just because he is a blood trader that doesn’t mean he is not cute.” She smiled looking back over at him. Magea didn’t understand the attraction to him. It was a little gross to her…