Betrothed
The Grave Disunion
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Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters or the Harry Potter world. I do, however, own my plot, seeing as how in came from my brain…okay, okay—and my sisters. I anyone sees something that may belong to them, I'm sorry, I have no intention on stealing anything from anyone. (unless they're sugar cookies!)
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I'm not really as bad as many would assume that I am. Just because I'm a Malfoy and my father is a really, horrible git, doesn't mean that I am horrible and evil as well. But who would believe me? I go through the motions, I walk the walk, and I talk the talk; but it's all a show. It's not really true. I do not feel it in my soul; it's just an act. I know there are those of you who are quick to judge me; but what do you really know? Do you know me? I didn't think so.
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Ginny Weasley changed out of her waitress uniform and put on some casual clothes underneath a light robe. She worked at the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade and would occasionally substitute for teachers at Hogwarts, should the need ever come up; which it did not very often. She was twenty years old now, and still trying to sort out her life. Is this how she would live for the rest of her life? Working in a pub and the occasional stand in for a professor? It didn't sound appealing to her.
She had a boyfriend—if you could call him that—but, she didn't really want to spend the rest of her life with that type of person. In fact, she really did not want to spend another day with him…but she was afraid to break his heart. No one really knew what Ginny wanted in a guy save Ginny herself. She knew it sounded disdainful, but she wanted a young man who acted proper, like they do in the rich wizarding families. A man who would stand when a lady enters the room and stand when a lady leaves the table, a chivalrous man, but he had to be capable of love.
"Ginny?"
The young red head turned around, to see her said boyfriend. "Hello, Colin."
Colin Creevy fingered the small box in his pocket. It wasn't an engagement ring—no, not yet, the time was not quite right—but it was a friendship ring of sorts.
"Would you like to get something to eat, or maybe go for a walk, Gin?" The eldest Creevy brother asked hesitantly.
"Ugh!" Ginny moaned. "I'm definitely not hungry…but a walk might be nice. I've got to talk to you about something."
Colin's eyes flashed fear for a moment. No one likes to hear that. But then again, he reasoned, this is his Ginny, his precious Ginny. Nothing like that could happen. She would never break up with him.
The two walked a little ways, to the naïve onlooker, they must have looked like the cutest happiest couple with no cares in the world, of course, the naïve onlooker couldn't see into Ginny Weasley's thoughts.
"I was in a small shop just glancing over a few things the other day." Colin began shyly. "And I just saw this and I thought you might like it."
The young muggle-born wizard reached into his pocket and pulled out the small box that he had been holding.
Ginny gasped and held her breath. This action was not out of excitement as Colin may have thought, but out of horror. She didn't want a ring…oh dear lord, please don't let it be *the* ring.
Colin opened the box. Inside lay a small right with a small smooth stone set in the center. Being the peculiar looking stone that it was, Ginny picked it up to examine the stone's swirling colors more closely with curiosity written all over her face.
"Well, muggles have this thing call mood ring—but its really simply based on the temperature of your body." Colin began. "I bought one and found this charm that makes it able to tell your real emotions, based on your heart and soul—not your body temperature."
"Wow, Col." Ginny breathed. "This is really nice of you." She looked up at him and snapped her head back into reality. "But I can't take it."
Fear and sadness wound themselves across Colin's eyes and face. "You can't- --why not, Gin?"
"Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about Colin." Ginny said slowly. "I just…"
"What is it, Gin? You can tell me."
"I don't think that I'm up for this sort of relationship with you, Colin." Ginny said quietly. *Merlin, this was gonna hurt.*
"What…Ginny…what are you saying?" Colin stuttered.
"I'm saying that I want to break up with you Colin." *Well, if you gotta lay down the law, you gotta lay it down hard!*
"But…Ginny—"
"I've gotta go, Colin." Ginny said abruptly. "Look, I'll see you around, okay?"
She gave the brokenhearted boy a kiss on his cheek and walked swiftly away.
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Draco Malfoy looked up sharply. *What in bloody hell, was that sound?* It sure sounded like a woman's scream. *That's funny,* Draco thought. *I don't remember father saying anything about having a Death Revel tonight.*
He decided to look around the house and check it out, anyway.
After he dressed in some proper black robes, he went into the study where his father held the Death Revels.
"Father?" Draco said walking into the study.
"Draco!" Lucius Malfoy exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
"Nothing, Father." Draco said lackadaisically. "I wasn't aware that you were holding a Revel tonight."
"That does not make it any of your concern." Lucius said to his son. "Someone brought a new plaything. I've decided to host a small gathering to have a little amusement prior to doing away with her."
"Is that so? Well, who is it, Father?"
"You might know her, Son." Lucius Malfoy stepped aside to reveal a young red head trembling; her hands bound behind her back.
The young girl narrowed her eyes. "Malfoy!" She said, her voice dripping with malice.
"Ginny Weasley?!?"
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be SEXY.
it doesn't mean you have to have sex.
~~~~~~~~~~
Hey Tiffany!
That's right!
The Filipino—
And white!
Guess What?
Guess What?
You
Kick
Butt!
~~~~~~~~~~
"Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he would've remembered to fall on his fat ass!"
~~~~~~~~~~
Please Review and ventilate your thoughts! Please! Please? I would be perpetually appreciative!
The Grave Disunion
~~~~~~~~~~
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters or the Harry Potter world. I do, however, own my plot, seeing as how in came from my brain…okay, okay—and my sisters. I anyone sees something that may belong to them, I'm sorry, I have no intention on stealing anything from anyone. (unless they're sugar cookies!)
~~~~~~~~~~
I'm not really as bad as many would assume that I am. Just because I'm a Malfoy and my father is a really, horrible git, doesn't mean that I am horrible and evil as well. But who would believe me? I go through the motions, I walk the walk, and I talk the talk; but it's all a show. It's not really true. I do not feel it in my soul; it's just an act. I know there are those of you who are quick to judge me; but what do you really know? Do you know me? I didn't think so.
~~~~~~~~~~
Ginny Weasley changed out of her waitress uniform and put on some casual clothes underneath a light robe. She worked at the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade and would occasionally substitute for teachers at Hogwarts, should the need ever come up; which it did not very often. She was twenty years old now, and still trying to sort out her life. Is this how she would live for the rest of her life? Working in a pub and the occasional stand in for a professor? It didn't sound appealing to her.
She had a boyfriend—if you could call him that—but, she didn't really want to spend the rest of her life with that type of person. In fact, she really did not want to spend another day with him…but she was afraid to break his heart. No one really knew what Ginny wanted in a guy save Ginny herself. She knew it sounded disdainful, but she wanted a young man who acted proper, like they do in the rich wizarding families. A man who would stand when a lady enters the room and stand when a lady leaves the table, a chivalrous man, but he had to be capable of love.
"Ginny?"
The young red head turned around, to see her said boyfriend. "Hello, Colin."
Colin Creevy fingered the small box in his pocket. It wasn't an engagement ring—no, not yet, the time was not quite right—but it was a friendship ring of sorts.
"Would you like to get something to eat, or maybe go for a walk, Gin?" The eldest Creevy brother asked hesitantly.
"Ugh!" Ginny moaned. "I'm definitely not hungry…but a walk might be nice. I've got to talk to you about something."
Colin's eyes flashed fear for a moment. No one likes to hear that. But then again, he reasoned, this is his Ginny, his precious Ginny. Nothing like that could happen. She would never break up with him.
The two walked a little ways, to the naïve onlooker, they must have looked like the cutest happiest couple with no cares in the world, of course, the naïve onlooker couldn't see into Ginny Weasley's thoughts.
"I was in a small shop just glancing over a few things the other day." Colin began shyly. "And I just saw this and I thought you might like it."
The young muggle-born wizard reached into his pocket and pulled out the small box that he had been holding.
Ginny gasped and held her breath. This action was not out of excitement as Colin may have thought, but out of horror. She didn't want a ring…oh dear lord, please don't let it be *the* ring.
Colin opened the box. Inside lay a small right with a small smooth stone set in the center. Being the peculiar looking stone that it was, Ginny picked it up to examine the stone's swirling colors more closely with curiosity written all over her face.
"Well, muggles have this thing call mood ring—but its really simply based on the temperature of your body." Colin began. "I bought one and found this charm that makes it able to tell your real emotions, based on your heart and soul—not your body temperature."
"Wow, Col." Ginny breathed. "This is really nice of you." She looked up at him and snapped her head back into reality. "But I can't take it."
Fear and sadness wound themselves across Colin's eyes and face. "You can't- --why not, Gin?"
"Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about Colin." Ginny said slowly. "I just…"
"What is it, Gin? You can tell me."
"I don't think that I'm up for this sort of relationship with you, Colin." Ginny said quietly. *Merlin, this was gonna hurt.*
"What…Ginny…what are you saying?" Colin stuttered.
"I'm saying that I want to break up with you Colin." *Well, if you gotta lay down the law, you gotta lay it down hard!*
"But…Ginny—"
"I've gotta go, Colin." Ginny said abruptly. "Look, I'll see you around, okay?"
She gave the brokenhearted boy a kiss on his cheek and walked swiftly away.
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Draco Malfoy looked up sharply. *What in bloody hell, was that sound?* It sure sounded like a woman's scream. *That's funny,* Draco thought. *I don't remember father saying anything about having a Death Revel tonight.*
He decided to look around the house and check it out, anyway.
After he dressed in some proper black robes, he went into the study where his father held the Death Revels.
"Father?" Draco said walking into the study.
"Draco!" Lucius Malfoy exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
"Nothing, Father." Draco said lackadaisically. "I wasn't aware that you were holding a Revel tonight."
"That does not make it any of your concern." Lucius said to his son. "Someone brought a new plaything. I've decided to host a small gathering to have a little amusement prior to doing away with her."
"Is that so? Well, who is it, Father?"
"You might know her, Son." Lucius Malfoy stepped aside to reveal a young red head trembling; her hands bound behind her back.
The young girl narrowed her eyes. "Malfoy!" She said, her voice dripping with malice.
"Ginny Weasley?!?"
~~~~~~~~~~
be SEXY.
it doesn't mean you have to have sex.
~~~~~~~~~~
Hey Tiffany!
That's right!
The Filipino—
And white!
Guess What?
Guess What?
You
Kick
Butt!
~~~~~~~~~~
"Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he would've remembered to fall on his fat ass!"
~~~~~~~~~~
Please Review and ventilate your thoughts! Please! Please? I would be perpetually appreciative!