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Oops, The Ring Fits

1

What the Legend Says….

"Don't tell me that you believe in that silly legend, Zabini!"

Draco Malfoy narrowed his eyes, sending his friend a deadly glare which almost said 'I'll-Avada Kedavra-You-If-You-Nod'. Raking his silver blonde hair exasperatedly, he looked out of the glass window and sighed. He was really not in the mood to look at anything red right now, even though they were just innocent roses in his garden. He hates the colour. It represents everything that he despises: Gryffindors, Potter, Granger and Weasleys. Especially those Mudblood-loving Weasley boys…Oh, and that Weasley wench who gave him the Bat-Bogey hex.

Blaise Zabini, in return, almost laughed listening to the sole heir of the Malfoy name blabbering about a legend. "There is little reason to believe otherwise, Malfoy. That ring keeps your family line untainted from Muggle-blood. If it chooses Pureblooded women, like your mother, for almost every generation of Malfoy's heirs, I don't see why you should be bothered by it."

"Oh, shut up, Zabini!" snapped Draco, "I hate to remember him marrying my mother because of the ring." Draco shifted uncomfortably in his seat as the memory flashed through his mind. "This is no longer the age of the Founders. I am proud to say that the Malfoys have a history even longer than The Slytherins. But letting a ring choose a wife for you? That's preposterous!"

Blaise burst into laughter at Draco's expression. It was hard not to when he was presented the precious circumstances of seeing Draco Malfoy losing his cool.

"I don't see anything funny around here, Zabini," Draco said sharply, giving his friend a deadly glare.

"Oh yeah? You can't see it because you were the one who's being funny all day, Malfoy!" Blaise answered, letting out a grin.

"For Slytherin's sake, Zabini! This is serious," Draco looked at him, annoyed.

"As far as I know, the ring only chooses the perfect bride for the Malfoy. I really can't see why you have to complain for the fifteenth time this week…"

Malfoy furrowed his brows, "have I?"

"Yes you have!" replied Blaise, rolling his eyes. "And I'm getting tired of this because you can only complain and complain to me without doing anything to fight back!"

Draco frowned slightly, "and why should I fight back?" Blaise could almost jump from his seat and choked Malfoy for his slow brain.

"Seriously, Malfoy. You won't change anything by moping around! If you don't like this at all, why don't you tell your mother to stop pushing you to marry someone and that you don't need a stupid ring to find a bride!" Blaise started to wonder how Draco graduated the second in their year.

"I'd do it if I could, Zabini," his gray eyes darkened. "After that pathetic old man's death, my mother locked herself up in her stupid room, crying all day and night. We had to call the therapist from St. Mungo's before she inflicted more harm to herself. But that moron told her it's time for her to find another activity and maybe…just maybe…being surrounded by little children would do her good. And you know what, Zabini, she suddenly opened her curtain and let the sunlight in again!" Draco exclaimed incredulously. "Then, she decided that I should marry as soon as possible so I can give her 'another activity'—which you really know what it is. And now look at her! She's so ecstatic by the idea of this wedding and grandchildren. I can't take her only happiness away, can I? Bloody hell, no. I'm not that evil."

Draco gritted his teeth in frustration. His fingers curled into a tight fist. "Oh, bollocks!" Draco cursed, leaning back to his seat. "This is so pathetic."

"Well…," Blaise started slowly. "I think if you can show her that the ring can't choose the right bride for you in that ball, you are free from the dragon's lair—at least for some time. So I suggest you attend the ball at least to show her some regards for trying to forget her own grief and live on to see your…wedding and erm…" Blaise coughed, "children." He coughed again.

"Blast those children to hell!" Draco retorted hotly. "I have more than enough problems with the Order, the Ministry and others. I don't need a bloody child to make it worse!"

Blaise laughed unsympathetically. Draco did bring the problems upon himself. Nobody expected him to help the Order during the war against the Dark Lord. But Draco took the role of a double agent for a reason no one really knows except himself. After Lord Voldemort was defeated by Saint Potter, Draco decided to continue his life as an Auror for the Ministry. And even to Blaise, his closest friend, Draco's unpredictable path was still a mystery.

"Well, with all the house-elves you have around here, I doubt you really need a wife or children, Malfoy. Life is precious. Bachelorhood is invaluable. I don't want to see you tied down so fast, my friend."

Draco scoffed, "so what do you suggest I should do?"

"It's just an idea," Blaise smiled. "Take the ring to Knockturn Alley. There could be someone who can remove the charm or the curse—whatever you want to call it—from the ring."

"And you think I wouldn't have done it if I could?!" Draco spat. "My mother still wears the ring on her finger and won't take it off until the ball!"

Blaise sighed. He turned his head towards the window, watching the blue sky for a while before turning back his attention to Draco. "Do you know why thieves only steal at night?"

Draco's grey eyes twinkled with mischief. His once-gloomy-face brimmed with hope and determination.

"Right," he hissed. "Sleeping potion…"

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The room was unusually bright. Too bright to be in a place of dark and evil magic. However, it was the best and the biggest jewellery shop that he could find in Knockturn Alley. Draco watched the owner of the shop examining the ring carefully behind his big eyeglasses. The old man tapped his wand on the ring for the final time before letting out a defeated sigh.

"No, no…and no," he said regretfully as he took of his glasses. "I'm sorry Mr. Malfoy. I have tried more than a thousand different breaking spells, taking spells, curses, potions, charms and everything. But still I can't seal the ring's power…" he trailed off as if trying to rake his brain for the best explanation. "This is an ancient magic. Very old and very powerful indeed. "

"But you must know a way, Mr. Cratus," Draco said demandingly. It was not a question. "You're the best jewellery maker in England."

Mr. Cratus sighed, almost for the tenth time since Draco's arrival. "This is, most probably, the strongest charm I've encountered in my whole career as a jewellery maker, Mr. Malfoy. It is also very ancient. Performed by your ancestor who, as you know, existed five hundred years ago. I doubt you can find someone who still knows how to break it," he reasoned. He fingered the platinum band again, almost caressingly. "Ah, yes…yes..the legendary Malfoy's engagement ring. How peculiar…a spell so strong it is greater than any dark magic ever existed—but of the purest intention. This powerful object was made just so that the Malfoys can find their destined brides…"

"And before they both fall in love, the ring wouldn't detached from the girl's finger," cut Malfoy impatiently. "Yes, I know that very well, Mr. Cratus," his tone was cold as ice, "you didn't have to repeat it again to me."

The old man, hurriedly, put back the ring to its box. "I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Malfoy. I can't help you. The charm that protects this ring is almost as strong as the spell that the Founders used to protect Hogwarts."

Malfoy snorted as he took the box from the table. "Wonder why they didn't use that spell to protect themselves," he said scathingly, "they surely would have survived!"

"Well…it requires even greater power not to, Mr. Malfoy."

Malfoy narrowed his eyes and hissed sarcastically, "Thank you for your excellent try."

"Oh don't bother, Mr. Malfoy," replied Mr. Cratus cheerfully as Draco stepped out of the shop. "And don't forget to send the invitation!"

He was answered by a sharp stare from Malfoy before he stepped away.

"Oh my…," whispered Mr.Cratus, watching the figure fading away into the distance. "He is too much like you, Sayres. Too much."

End chapter 1

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