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My daughter always wanted to be a Weasley. That wish seems quite odd, unless you understand her circumstances. Most of her childhood playmates were Weasley's. She was surrounded by people who were all related to each other and not to her. Even the Potter's, with her best friend Albus, are Weasley's by blood. And after hearing of the almost romance between her "uncle" Ron and I, the longing intensified. That's not to say she didn't love her father; she was always a Daddy's girl. She was almost a mirror image of her father: fair skin, pointed features, grey eyes, white- blonde hair. The difference between them was in the way she carried herself, and her study habits; MY study habits. She also had my unruly curls too, much to her chagrin. She did, however, possess her father's cunning and ability to get whatever she wanted. As expected, she was in Slytherin, and as much as I love her, my heart broke a little bit when we got the news.
But back to that irrational desire to be a Weasley… she knew right away that she was different from her playmates, and unlike her father, she did not revel in the differences. They had freckles and red hair; mostly anyway, there were a few exceptions of course. Unfortunately for her father and I, she also got our strong sense of determination, or as Harry calls it, pigheadedness. There were several occasions, before Hogwarts, that she managed to find mine or Draco's wand and magic her hair Weasley red simply by wishing it so. The house elves had quite a time convincing her to let them change it back before Draco or I got home. I thought Draco was going to have a stroke when he saw his little princess with Weasley hair. He never did get over his dislike for Ron, though he got on well with the rest of the clan, particularly George.
You can imagine his dumbfounded fury when we received a letter in October of her seventh her, saying she would be attending the Halloween ball, and subsequently, dating Septimus Weasley, the son of Ron and Pansy Parkinson (their story is quite long and complicated, much like mine and Draco's, and for another time). Draco was all for storming up to the castle and beating this young man who thought he could date HIS princess. I was worried as well but for much different reasons. I knew she had mainly given up her desire to be a Weasley as she had grown, but it was still there. When we gathered at the Burrow on holidays, she would wistfully watch the cousins joking together. I was concerned that she was dating Septimus simply to achiever her lifelong dream. It was an awful thought for a mother to have, but it was something I had to consider. We sent her a letter with our approval, well, my approval, and let her know I would work on her father. I fretted about their relationship for quite awhile.
Then, on the Christmas hols, she stepped off the train holding the hand of a tall, freckled, red-headed man that we had watched grow up from diapers. He had the sky-blue eyes of his father, but there the similarities end. He had Pansy's pureblood poise and charm that Ron never could master, which made him quite a gentleman. I knew as soon as I saw her that she was in love. I could tell from the adoring way she looked at him. She blushed when he kissed her cheek before grabbing her trunk for her. All my fears dissipated. And as much as Draco may wish it was just a phase, I knew there would probably be the first Malfoy-Weasley wedding ever, in the near future. As we were on the platform, I caught Pansy's eye, and she gave me a knowing smile.
Of course Pansy and I were right. Septimus came to Draco and I over the Easter hols and asked for our blessing. I thought Draco would hex him to kingdom come. He did turn an unsavory shade of green, but he calmly, albeit through gritted teeth, gave our blessing. His condition though, was that we be present when Septimus told Ron of his intentions. Draco's fun was ruined though as Pansy spoke before Ron could protest and was delighted at the idea and immediately started trying to make wedding plans. Ron never could deny Pansy a thing, so he grudgingly shook Draco's hand and hugged me tightly.
A/N: This will most likely be a two-shot, maybe three, so keep an eye out for the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it! And I would very much appreciate it if I got some reviews! :)