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Mud In a Clear Pool	By : beautiful_Kirkland Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 5292 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Draco woke up on the ground on the pitch, surrounded by Blaise, Kyrie, Theodore, and Vincent. Confused and disoriented, Draco looked at all of them. Each facial expression was slightly different. Blaise looked guilty, Kyrie wore a look of sheer worry, Theodore mixed apathy and confusion, and Vincent showed slight uneasiness. “What happened?” Draco slowly got up and was surprised there was no pain.
“You passed out.” Blaise refused to look Draco in the eyes, leading Draco to try to remember what happened. “I’m sorry.”
Before Draco could ask why he had passed out, Theodore cut him off. “You’re lucky, you know. Langdon saved your ass, Malfoy.” Theodore patted Kyrie on the back, which caused a twinge of jealousy on Draco’s part. “Girl’s quick on a broom.”
“It wasn’t a big deal, Nott.” Kyrie answered, shrugging off Theodore’s praise. She appeared embarrassed by the compliment.
“It was a big deal. I’ve never seen someone go that fast on a broom. If you had been a little slower, Draco would have been a pancake.” Vincent smiled earnestly as he gave Kyrie a small hug.
“Draco, are you okay?” Kyrie delicately lifted Draco’s wrist up to inspect it. “There’s a little bruising. Here. I’ll take you to Madam Pomfrey.” Kyrie stood up and held out her hand for Draco. When Draco stood, she smiled. “Are you dizzy?”
“No.” Draco still looked confusedly at the group of students. What had happened? “Does anyone know why I passed out?”
“We’ll have this discussion later.” Kyrie casually brushed her hand against his leg, causing Draco to blush.
“What’s the last thing you remember?” Kyrie placed Draco’s arm around her shoulder and looked up at him. Draco was practically engulfing Kyrie’s petite form, and she struggled to hold him up.
“I can walk, Kyrie. Don’t worry about it.” Draco shifted his weight off Kyrie to stand on his own. He notice her hair was wind blown, and her cheeks were flushed. She looked gorgeous and entirely sexy.
Kyrie began to walk towards the school smiling. Though she appeared content and pleased, Draco could tell she was anxious. “Draco, they are right. You were lucky that I could fly fast enough to catch up to you. You need to be careful, okay?”
“It sounds like you care.” Draco’s words dripped with sarcasm, though he didn’t know why. Was he jealous at how Vincent and Theodore praised her? Did he not want want her to care because he feared rejection? He cared for her, though her blood status was an issue.
Kyrie grabbed Draco’s wrist and spun him around. She appeared livid, looking Draco dead in the eyes. “You’re an idiot if you don’t think I care for you. I care for you a lot, if you haven’t noticed.” Kyrie then pushed her lips violently against Draco’s into a passionate kiss. Her hands roamed into his cloak and caressed his lower back. Draco snaked his hand into her hair, pulling back carefully.
“Why do you care about me?” Draco looked into Kyrie’s eyes with the desperation of needing to know the answer. His hands shook with fear and apprehension but a slight hint of hope.
“Why do think I don’t care for you?” Kyrie looked genuinely confused and hurt that he thought she had an ulterior motive. “I care for you because I think I might…”
“You might what?” Draco’s voice sounded derogatory and cold.
“I might love you.” Kyrie mumbled, however the surprised look on Draco’s face indicated he had heard her.
Before Kyrie could inch another word out of her mouth, Draco pulled her into a soft and gentle kiss. After they had broke apart, Draco led Kyrie into the broom shed. Hugging her tightly, Draco whispered in her ear. “I think I might love you too.”
Kyrie wrapped Draco tighter in her arms. “That’s relieving.” They began to kiss more violently than they had ever kissed, while Draco pushed Kyrie against the wall. Kyrie was most thoroughly enjoying when Draco had a take-charge attitude, letting him know by moaning deeply in his mouth. Draco began to fiddle with the of her skirt waistband, hoping to perhaps elicit more naughty behaviors from her. To Draco’s surprise, Kyrie began to stroke his erection through his pants, causing a feral growl to escape. However, their fun was cut short.
“Malfoy, I didn’t know you had feelings for this Mudblood. I think I might have to tell your father. I hope you get punished properly for this atrocious grievance.” Gregory Goyle’s voice was heard behind Draco. It was most definitely berating and condescending. “Why this little Mudblood whore?” She isn’t even that attractive. She definitely not worth the public shame of kissing a Mudblood.”
Kyrie broke away from Draco before pushing Gregory down. She mounted him down and began pummeling his face with her fists, much to the shock of Draco. “I hate you and blood purity! You’re the one who should ashamed! You’re a terrible human being for discriminating against others! Draco is ten times the person you’ll ever be!” Then Kyrie took one last swing before getting off of Gregory and back to Draco’s side.
Draco was astonished at Kyrie’s violent temperament, so much so that Draco didn’t even realize Gregory had gotten up. “You filthy Mudblood! CRUCIO!” Concerned and startled, Gregory ran off.
Kyrie’s body fell into a crumpled heap as she yelled in agonizing pain. Tears flooded her face as her form writhed and twitched. Draco could only imagine the torture Kyrie was enduring. Finally her body stopped twitching, however something new was happening. Kyrie’s short blond hair grew to curly, long black hair, and her skin changed to a few shades lighter than Blaise. She probably grew four inches as well. Her face narrowed and she curves became more pronounced when her waist thinned.
“What happened?” Theodore called out when the three other boys arrived at the scene.
“Goyle casted the Cruciatus Curse on Kyrie.” Draco was frantic and unsure of the transformation.
“Who’s on the ground then?” Blaise rushed over to the figure, picking up the young lady.
“She was Kyrie.” Draco looked at her with certain intensity. She was beautiful before, however now she had grown exotic beauty. “I don’t know what happened.”
“She could have been under a glamour.” A new voice shined through. It was cold and had a sophisticated drawl. “She was probably hiding from her father.” Draco looked to the voice to see his father standing imposingly, looking over the scene. “Mr. Crabbe, could you alert Madam Pomfrey of Miss Snape’s condition. Mr. Zabini, I would put her down. It’s a wonder what broke the glamour.”
After Vincent left, Draco stared at his father for a little while. “Miss Snape?” Was Kyrie Snape’s daughter? Why did she keep it a secret?
“Yes, Draco. She is Severus Snape’s daughter.”
“How do you know?”
“Severus identified the extra wand Miss Parkinson had as Violeta Snape’s. Severus logically guessed Kyrie was the owner of was wand. I assume Severus will not be happy about Mr. Goyle. Could someone please find him.” Blaise and Theodore ran off.
“Why are you here?”
“When Severus identified his daughter’s wand, he was so excited that he had finally found her that he immediately owled me.” Lucius looked at Kyrie’s body. “She looks like her mother.”
Draco wrapped his arms around Kyrie and planted a kiss on her forehead. “Will she be okay?”
Lucius looked at his son suspiciously. “Only time will tell. Draco, did you have feelings for her?”
“I believe so.”
“She might not be the same girl.”
Draco had a tear stream down his face. “I know.”
“Set Miss Snape down.” Draco did as he was told. As soon as Draco’s arms disentangled from Kyrie’s body, Lucius slapped Draco so hard that his cheek bruised up almost immediately. “That was for harvesting feelings for a Mudblood.” Lucius turned on his heels and left before Madam Pomfrey arrived.
“Draco?” A weak, cracking voice sounded with a slight hispanic accent.
Draco looked at Kyrie noticed that her eyes were barely open, but he could see they were just as obsidian as her father’s. “Why did you lie to all of us?”
“Because I wouldn’t be treated as a normal student.” Kyrie let out a muffled laughed. “But I guess that was shattered.”
“Damn it, Violeta. You could have been killed if he had decided to stick around.” Draco couldn’t look her in the face.
“Continue to call me Kyrie.” She tried to sit up now.
“Why? That’s not your name.”
“It’s my middle name.” Kyrie looked at the bruise on Draco’s cheek. “Hand me your wand.”
Draco handed over his wand to the young lady. “What are you going to do?”
“Fix your bruise.” Kyrie circled the wand around the bruise and carefully poked Draco’s cheek. “Don’t let your father treat you like that. You don’t have to take his abuse.”
“You don’t know anything about my father and me.”
“You’re right. I don’t know what your father has done to you, however I do know my cousins, when I lived with them, would practice martial arts, dark magic, and hexes on me.” Kyrie unbuttoned the first three buttons of the shirt and showed Draco a large scar tracing her collar bone. “I got that from a poorly done Fiendfyre.”
“Why would your mother let them do that?”
“My mother died when I was five.”
Draco looked into Kyrie’s eyes. Pain was a prevalent emotion that tossed about. Her mouth curled into a smile though. She was a very strong individual, though Draco couldn’t imagine her pain.
“Did you pass out because Blaise told you he loved you?” Kyrie asked in such a casual manner, it startled Draco.
Draco let out a strained laugh. “I suppose so.”
“I think Blaise is looking for acceptance, and you’re the closest thing he has to friend. I think he’ll wind up dating someone within a week.”
“I sure hope so. He deserves to happy.”
Kyrie interlocked her fingers with Draco’s and sighed. “Draco?”
“Yes?”
“How long has your father been abusing you?”
Draco looked off to the side. He didn’t want to have this conversation with, at least on this early in their possible relationship. “Four years now.” Draco didn’t feel ready to to have his walls be torn down, however he felt comfortable enough to talk to Kyrie.
“Come with me to Costa Rica over the summer. It’ll give you a break.” Kyrie looked nervous. “If you want to, my house is always free for you to come in and out of.”
Draco planted a kiss on Kyrie’s temple. “I assume you’re from Costa Rica?”
“Yeah. That’s a good assumption.” Kyrie forced Draco’s arm around her shoulder. Her smile widened quite a bit.
“Have you been hit a the Cruciatus Curse before?”

“I have.” Draco grip tightened around her. His feelings were solidified. Draco loved her.
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