Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Cold Hearted Snake ❯ Chilaquiles ( Chapter 2 )

Hey pplz. I decide to keep on going until I can go no further. Well, I hope you like it.

 

 

Disclaimer : I only own Mya….the rest belongs to you-know-who.

 

 

Chapter 2: Chilaquiles

 

 

-------------------------------------------------Last Time----------------------------------------------

 

 

“Yeah,” the all replied simultaneously, their eyes following her form as she went to sit on the couch next to where they were sitting.

 

 

“That's the most retarded rule ever. No rule is going to keep me from talking to whomever I chose to talk to, especially not an unwritten one,” she said shaking her head. Again they look at her in surprise. “What? Are you guys going to start that all over again?”

 

 

“Oh, sorry! We didn't mean too,” said Pansy looking embarrassed.

 

 

“It's okay. So…um…” she replied.

 

 

“Do you have a boyfriend?” asked Blaise.

 

 

“Blaise?!” screamed Pansy turning around and smacking him up-side the head.

 

 

“Ow! What?!” he replied.

 

 

“You don't ask things like that to people you don't know!” cried Pansy positively foaming at the mouth.

 

 

“But I do know her, she's Mya Fiore!” replied Blaise.

 

 

Pansy hit him harder than last time. He looked at her angrily, but that changed to a look of terror when he looked at fierce death-glare she was giving him He said nothing, cowering behind Draco.

 

 

“Haha, it's alright. No, I don't have a boyfriend,” she said smiling. `Pansy likes Blaise. That much is obvious. They make a cute couple.'

 

 

“I'm sorry about that, really,” apologized Pansy, blushing. (A.N. She seems to be doing that a lot huh?)

 

 

“It's alright. I'm used to being asked questions like that,” she replied. “Why don't we liven things up?”

 

 

“What do you mean?” asked Draco.

 

 

She smiled at them, a gleam in her eyes, “Let's par-tey!” she screamed jumping up in the air with her fists raised.

 

 

“Um…party?” asked Pansy confused.

 

 

“Yeah,” Mya replied happily.

 

 

“But it's only the four of us,” stated Blaise recovering from the earlier incident, getting up off the couch he was sitting on with Draco.

 

 

“So? We can still party like there's no tomorrow,” she countered.

 

 

“Whatever,” said Draco standing up too. (A.N. This is Draco's way of agreeing)

 

 

“Alright then. Now that that's settled, let's get this party started!” she cried happily.

 

“First we're gonna need a dance floor…” she said getting her wand out of her cloak's pocket and flicked it at the furniture so that it shrank. She picked them all up and set them somewhere safe. “Then we're gonna need some music…” she said flicking her wand again, a jukebox appeared. “Some refreshments and food would be nice too…” she added flicking her wand yet again and table with all kinds of refreshments and food appeared in a corner of the living room. “There should be something else…but what?...I know!” she added as an afterthought, and flicking her wand once more, lights of all types appeared on the ceiling and the fire in the fireplace went out.

 

 

“Now we're ready to par-tey!” she cried happily, smiling at them. “No, wait up. What kind of music do you like to dance to?” she asked.

 

 

“Um…I don't know…something modern?” Blaise replied.

 

 

“Like what?” she asked.

 

 

“Something rave, techno, or dance,” answered Draco.

 

 

“Alright,” she agreed going over to the jukebox and pressing a few buttons. Then the music started slowly at first and got faster. The song was called “Pump this Party” by Benni Benassi (sp?).

 

 

Mya stated to sway to the music and closed her eyes and then she started to dance moving her whole body to the rhythm of the music. The others soon joined her. She opened her eyes to find silvery-grey ones staring at her, so she danced on over to their owner as Pansy got closer to Blaise. They danced together their bodies moving to beat they twirled, they grinded, they stepped in sync with one another as if they were able to read the others mind.

 

 

The rest of the night went similarly until they were too tired to dance any longer. They ate and drank until it was 3 in the morning, they would have gone on longer, but they remembered they had classes the following day. And so with that in mind they went to sleep. Pansy in Mya's room and Blaise in Draco's.

 

 

 

----------------------------------------------The Next Morning---------------------------------------

 

 

 

Draco woke from a rather loud bit of snoring. It was Blaise - who had slept on the chair he had transfigured into a bed. He looked around for his wand. It was on the dresser next to him bed and said, “Tempus.” A magical clock appeared in the air in font of him, it read, 6:30 in the morning.

 

 

He decided he would get up and take a shower before breakfast. So he stepped into the bathroom conveniently located in his room and striped of the clothes he had worn yesterday - he hadn't bothered to change into his bed clothes. He then stepped into the shower and proceeded to opening the water cold and wake himself up. Next he lathered himself up and then rinsed. He stepped out of the shower and reached for one of the grey towels on the rack and rapped around his lower half. He then went back into his room for his wand, which he had left on the dresser next to his bed. Said a quick spell to dry himself off, and then changed into his school robes. The clock now read 6:45. He went back into the bathroom and pointing the wand at his head he murmured a spell to fix his hair. Then looking at himself in the mirror to make sure he looked good, and confirming that he did, went to go wake Blaise and the others up so that they could get ready as well.

 

 

After having successfully waking Blaise he made his way to Mya's room to wake the girls up. Upon getting to her door he found a note that was magically attached. It said:

 

 

I've gone out for my usual morning jog. I'll be back for breakfast.

 

Mya

 

 

“Jogging?” Draco asked himself quietly, raising one of his perfectly arched eyebrows.

 

 

But he didn't have much time to ponder on this as the door to Mya's room suddenly opened to reveal Pansy in her school robes as well.

 

 

“Oh Draco,” she cried surprised at his being there. “Is that from Mya?” she asked seeing the paper in his hand.

 

 

“Yeah,” he replied absentmindedly.

 

 

“What's it say?” she asked.

 

 

Not feeling up to telling her he handed her the note and left for the living room. It seemed to have been returned to normal. `Must have been Mya.' (A.N. They hadn't put it back the night before) Draco sat on the armchair that faced the entrance to their quarters, waiting for everyone to get there so that they could get down to breakfast. Pansy came first, followed by Blaise, and finally Mya; who came back in a sports bra, form-hugging running pants and shoes, a jacket tied around her waist, hair tied up into a ponytail and a water bottle in hand.

 

 

She greeted them with a smile and a small `hello.' Then she headed to her room to get ready for the day. They waited for her; she finally came back fifteen minutes later. “Let's go,” she said cheerily.

 

 

They set off for the Great Hall together, talking along the way. When they arrived a lot of the school was already there. Many turned to look at the odd group as the entered.

 

“Well, I guess we should go to our respective tables. I'll to ya later, `kay?” she said smiling at them.

 

 

“Alright,” they said. They then separated and went to their tables to eat breakfast. Mya spotted Hermione and the others and went to sit with them.

 

 

“Hello,” she greeted them cheerfully. They greeted her as well, though not as cheerily.

 

 

“What were you doing with Malfoy and his gang?” asked Ron almost immediately after she sat down.

 

 

“Huh? Oh…I came down to breakfast with them seeing as we all slept in the head's quarters,” she answered looking at the food in front of her.

 

 

“What?! You mean Parkinson and Zabini stayed there too?!” he cried incredulously. Not all that surprised that Draco was there, seeing as Hermione had told them about her situation.

 

 

“Yeah. We partied like there was no tomorrow. It was a lot of fun. We stayed up until three o'clock in the morning, so we decided it was better if Pansy and Blaise stayed the night, rather than risk them getting caught by Filch,” she answered as if it were the most common thing in the world. All who had heard this gaped at her. She frowned. “I wanted some chilaquiles,” she pouted, referring to the food in front of her.

 

 

“You partied with them? With Malfoy, Parkinson, and Zabini? You do know they're Slytherins right? And Slytherins and Gryffindors don't talk to each other very much, much less party with them! It's one of those unwritten rules of Hogwarts,” said Ron.

 

 

“Yes, I did, and it was loads of fun. And so what if they're Slytherins, they were really nice to me. And why does everyone keep going on about that stupid unwritten rule?” she replied, now getting irritated.

 

 

“But they're Slytherins! They can't be trusted! They probably have some ulterior motive for being nice to you!” Ron replied practically shouting at the top of his lungs.

 

 

“I'll have you know that I have a very good sense for these kind of things, and I have never been wrong about a person before! I do not appreciate the way you are talking about my friends, and if you don't like to the fact that I'm friends with them then too bad! `Cuz there's no way I'm going to end my friendship with them because you don't trust them!” she cried rising from her seat and banging her fists on the table, glaring down at Ron icily.

 

Ron and the others could do nothing but sit there and stare at her in a mixture of astonishment, shock, and fear. She then got her bag and stormed off out of the Great Hall, eyes trailing her as she went until they could no longer see her.

 

 

----------------------------------------------At the Slytherin Table-----------------------------------

 

 

 

“What do you think the weasel is telling her?” asked Pansy looking over at the Gryffindor table, “Can't be anything good though.”

 

 

“Pfft. Well isn't that obvious?” Blaise replied. “Damn weasel is probably telling her to not trust us and all that,” he added rolling his eyes.

 

 

“I don't think she'll stop hanging around us though?” Draco commented, looking lazily over at the Gryffindor table.

 

 

“What makes you so sure about that?” questioned Pansy, looking at Draco instead.

 

 

“She doesn't seem the type to give into peer pressure, or to give in at all for that matter,” he answered his lip quirking upward into an almost-smile.

 

 

“Yeah you're right, she doesn't seem the type. Quite the opposite really,” said Blaise, adding his two cents to the conversation. They then turned again to the Gryffindor table to see the outcome. They turned to see as Ron was practically shouting his head off at her. The three Slytherins rose at this, but stayed at their table. Then they saw as Mya replied and then stormed off. They followed after her soon afterwards.

 

 

 

------------------------------------------Outside of the Great Hall-----------------------------------

 

 

 

They caught up to her - she had stopped at the kitchen's entrance. She was breathing heavily. Sensing them she looked over at them.

 

 

“Are-are you alright, Mya?” Pansy asked worried.

 

 

She smiled, “I'm fine, a little pissed off, but fine none the less.”

 

 

“What are you doing here?” asked Blaise, changing the subject.

 

 

“Oh well…there weren't any chilaquiles at the table…” she replied opening the door.

 

 

“Chilaquiles? What the bloody hell are those?”

 

 

“Ah….well…they're….why don't you come with me and I'll make us some? I'm sure you'll like them….unless, you don't like spicy food for breakfast?”

 

 

“I don't mind.”

 

 

“Me either.”

 

 

“Spicy?”

 

 

“Yup. Follow me,” she said going into the kitchens.

 

 

“Alright,” they agreed together, following her into the kitchen to see just what she was going to make.

 

As they entered the kitchen they were met with the sight of many house elves working to make the breakfast and cleaning up as they went. Some looked up at them as they came in and then looked away to get back to what they were doing. Two house elves came up to Mya.

 

 

“Hello miss. What do you need?” asked the green eyed elf named Dobby.

 

 

“Oh, hello there,” smiled Mya, bending down so that she was eye-level with him. “I just came in here to make me some chilaquiles.”

 

 

“Chilaquiles? What are those?” asked Dobby, looking up at her.

 

 

“Um….why don't I just show you what they are?” she standing up and going over to a cupboard. She opened it and looked at its contents, she frowns, closing the cupboard and turning to face them once more she asks, “I'm going to need eggs, corn tortillas, cooking oil, mozzarella cheese, onions, cilantro, green tomatoes, green chilies, a frying pan, pot, knife, and stirring spoon…..and perhaps an apron.”

 

 

Dobby and Winky went about getting her what she needed and she started cooking. They watched her in amazement as she went about the kitchen doing this and that. When she had finished, she served all of them at a table that she had conjured up.

 

 

“Well I hope you like it,” she said sitting down at the table, motioning for them to do the same. Draco, Pansy, and Blaise sat down, but Dobby and Winky remained where they were. Mya looked down at them and asked, “Aren't you hungry?”

 

 

They stared at her wide eyed, then finally Dobby spoke, “Y-you want us to eat with you young mistress?”

 

 

“Well of course,” she replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

 

 

“Y-you are t-too kind to us, young mistress,” they cried sobbing. Mya smiled at them kindly, which only caused them to sob even louder.

 

 

“If you don't stop that sobbing right now, and start eating what I prepared, I'll be very angry with you,” she said mock-glaring at them.

 

 

“Y-yes of course,” Dobby replied calming down a bit.

 

 

“Alright, now that everyone's settled and ready, let eat,” Mya suggested happily, clapping her hands together and started eating after saying a short `Itadakimatsu.' (sp?)

 

 

They all took a bite out of the chilaquiles. Mya looked at them while still eating hers. Dobby and Winky grabbed their glasses of juice and drank them in one gulp. She looked at the house elves worriedly, “Are you all right?” she asked. They nodded their heads.

 

She looked at the other three people at the table, “Well…? What do you think?” she asked them.

 

 

Pansy was the first to answer, “It's hot!” she cried. She then grabbed her glass of juice and took a sip to enhance her point.

 

 

“This is hot!” Blaise agreed, downing his juice in such a hurry that he spilled some on himself. “Crap! My robes are all dirty now!” he cried jumping up and trying to wipe the juice of with his and only succeeding in making it worse. “Damn it!” he cursed angrily.

 

 

“Idiot, quit that. You're only making it worse, come here,” Pansy commanded.

 

Blaise stared at her angrily, but did as she said. She pointed her wand and then the stain was gone.

 

 

“Thanks,” he said.

 

 

“Welcome,” she replied, going back to eating the rest of her chilaquiles.

 

 

“These are great,” cried Draco finally. Everyone turned to look at him. “What? They are.”

 

 

“You really think so?” Mya asked.

 

 

“Yeah, they're spicy. I like spicy,” he said finally looking up from his plate of chilaquiles to look at her.

 

 

“Oh, well, thank you,” she replied. Her heart gave a `bu-bump' at his smile. They finished their chilaquiles, and the bell rang to get to their classes. “I guess we should get going,” Mya said. The others agreed.

 

 

 

 

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I hope you all liked this chapter. I've decided to keep this story up, even if no one comments it. Though they would be appreciated.