Dynasty
Because even Blacks fall in love
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For thelightiningstrike's fragment challenge
Cedrella Black falls in love with Septimus Weasley entirely against her will, or that's what she keeps telling herself.
"Do you know that your name is, Cedrella?"
And there's irony in that statement and she hates it. She hates how he speaks in the most frank, maddening candor a human being can possess. He asks stupid questions and doesn't take the hint; her condescending manner is not an invitation to continue harassing her.
(Thank you for seeing me)
"Of course I know my name is Cedrella," she snaps, because that is what she is supposed to do. Because that's what Cassie and Dora and Lycoris do, because it takes a certain kind of someone to associate with the Blacks and Septimus Weasley is a certain kind of boor who good purebloods do not associate with. Or that's what Pelonius Parkinson drawls to Marianna Avery when she wistfully wonders why blood traitors have the nicest eyes.
(He does not have the most beautiful pair of mind blowing blue eyes she's ever seen, don't be absurd)
"That's good."
He's so infuriatingly good natured (and maybe he makes her heart beat just a little faster and she hates it).
"Because sometimes you sound like your only name is Black."
He's too close, far too close, and it's only because he has no perception of personal space and not because his eyes are telling her something else. Weasley always does this, always. He sees right through her, and he knows that she doesn't hate muggle borns, and he know (knows) that she's the invisible Black because she's obedient and soft and reserved and they all write her off. Because Cedrella will never be more than a pretty little trophy wife, and Cedrella (Ella) is predictable and she's dependable because Cedrella doesn't know rebellion.
(Oh look at Cedrella, definitely the most beautiful daughter. She's certainly a gem. Look at those eyes, her aristocratic brow, her lips, her eyes. Cedrella is beautiful, but that is all)
And why is it that goofy, idiotic, stupid, strong, incredible Septimus Weasley is the only one who can see some worth in her? With his stupid crooked smile, and his stupid way of speaking like he's just speaking to Ella and not Cedrella Black. (And for some reason he likes Ella a lot more than Cedrella Black, and when she's with him she likes Ella too).
"Ella," and his voice is soft again, and she hateshateshates it because it makes her go weak in the knees, and it makes her vulnerable, and she can't be vulnerable, not around him.
"W-what?" And she curses the tremor in her words and she can't keep the venom in her voice and she stares at the ground because she hates him, because…he…and they…and Black.
Well, she hates him and she just wishes her stupid heart would forget his stupid eyes and his stupid voice and, oh Merlin, he gently grabs her chin and tilts her head so that she's staring directly into his stupid blue eyes.
"Don't be scared of me, Cedrella."
She hates him sososo much, because love is such a cliché.
A/N: An experiment. This will be a series of drabbles exactly 500 words long on the earlier Black family. Please take the time to review…
Much Love,
Nanaho-Hime