Kreativekleo; erh well this is a new story I'm writing. I woke up this one night and I'd had a dream about Seamus Finnigan, then I thought, why the hell not?! So today I wrote this, and I posted it, hoping to get a lot of reviews because it'll really help me to keep writing.
I'm going to update my other stories, but if you guys don't think that I should keep updating this one then please tell me – I'm not a main reader!
Prologue
"Mom I don't really have to get engaged, do I?" She looked hopefully up at her mother's face but realized that she wasn't going to change the answer anytime soon, and she needed the answer to be edited and she only had one point fifty-five seconds to do it – it didn't looked good for her.
"Annebel Hellway I'm not even going to answer that question, you are well known with the answer now shush, they can be here any minute!" Anne looked horrified at the door. Why is this happening to me? I've always been a good girl and now I'm going to be marrying someone I doesn't even know?! She twisted her fingers at that thought before crossing her legs – just like her mother had taught her – she stuck a fake smile on her face and tried not to cry as she saw the visitors walk in through the door. Only eleven years old and her life were already ruined, she couldn't get her prince on the white horse, that story was simply not written for her.
"God evening mister and misses Hellway, it's a pleasure to meet you." A young boy bowed for her parents before turning towards her. "Well hello Anne," She looked stunned on the boy that was facing her. He had blond hair, grey cold eyes and was pale like the new moon. He quickly bowed for her as well after a correcting glance from his father.
"Hello mister Malfoy," She looked away from his eyes and began studying her nails – they had just got a manicure. She didn't like him; he was way too impersonal for her. She silently cursed her parents and their blood before looking up at them again. They talked about a lot of different thing, mostly the wedding that was going to be held a week after her seventeen's birthday. Her mother had noticed her weak involvement in the talked and turned towards her. She was her daughter, her only child, of course she wished for her to be happy, but she just couldn't get the joy of choosing a man of herself, this was a mistake she had done herself – not that she had regretted it, she loved her husband, she just sometimes wished that someone had told her how hard it would be to marry a muggleborn, she sighed before opening her mouth to speak; she could always give her daughter a little push in the right direction.
"Anne wouldn't you like to give Draco a conducted tour around the house?" Her mother gave her a soft glare – she could see that she begged for her to do just something instead of just sitting and talk, but it despaired the same moment she turned away to continue the 'adult' conversation.
"Of course mother." She rose from the chair and without looking back going through the door out to the hallway. She began telling about the house, how old it was – over one thousand years. How many generations they had had it – about ten or more. How many money it was worth – a quiet large sum actually. All the things that their 'kind' thought were impressive and important to know. She felt a little like she was being ignored, it made her a tad irritated, it was not something she did for fun, telling her future husband how large there house was, telling him about how many house-elf they had, and when he choose to ignore she got pissed.
"Do you even listen to what I tell you?" She didn't like acting like nothing was wrong when it was – what the hell – she did care, she was going to marry this guy and he didn't even listen to her?!
"No."
"Then why didn't you make me stop? You could at least have said that 'you didn't give a damn' or something like that!"
"Well I didn't but it's starting to irritate me that you're yelling at me." He frowned.
"Well I couldn't possibly care less!" She turned her heel and was about to walk away when he grabbed her wrist. She pulled her hand back, but he didn't let go of it. "Let go of my arm Draco."
"Make me." He whispered as he tightened his grip, she moaned – not in pleasure.
"If you don't immediately let go of my hand, I will scream and make my parents cancel the wedding." She bitted back a scream when he winged her arm.
"Don't try threatening me Annebel," she could feel his breath on her neck. "If anyone was to cancel this wedding I would be the first one, I'm marring someone with mudblood in her blood if I cancelled this wedding everybody would understand me and my reason, but I'm not – I might do it if you don't start to be a little more obeying," He let go of her hand and looked down at her. "This is going to be our little secret Hellway and if you let it slip, just one little tiny thing slip, I'll make you life very very very miserable," he turned around and walked down the corridor, he stopped at the end and glared back at her. "See you at your seventeen's birthday, if not sooner."
She hadn't said a word the rest of the day, hating her mother for arranging the marriage and hating her father for being a muggleborn.
…six's years later…
"You can't be serious?! Is it on purpose you're trying to ruining my life or is it just a coincident?" she slammed the door behind her before hearing the answer. They wanted her to get transferred to Hogwarts, who the hell had fucked with their heads?! She stumbled to her bed and sat down before grabbing her iPod. She fainted heard her mother's hand knocking at her door and her father's irritated yelling, but the music prevented her from hearing what exactly was said.
She liked going to Beauxbatons Academy, she liked everyone there – except for Fleur Delacour that bawd.
She rose to her feet and start kicking her bedside table; she didn't take notice of the pain in her foot. She fucking loved her life the way it was, having friends who didn't knew about Malfoy, having a life besides being his future wife. Last time she'd been on Hogwarts ground was when the triwizard tournament was held there and that was a hell, she couldn't talk to any of the boys other than Draco and his disgusting friends from Slytherin, and then there was that Patsy girl all the time she was near she was trying to make Draco look like her property, she couldn't even speak with her own fiancé.
She was kicking to her stuff as she listened to Bullet for my Valentine with 'waking the demon'; she thought it was pretty suitable for her mood.
Helpless
My eyes are bleeding from the fear that's inside
You sealed your demise when you took what was mine
Don't try to stop me from avenging this world
No voice to be heard
Waking the demon
Where'd you run to?
Walking in shadows
Watch the blood flow…
"Sweetheart?" Her father's head showed in the door and draw her out of her terrorizing mind.
"Get the fuck out of my room!" She yelled at him meanwhile picking up one of the vases in her room – all was full of roses from Draco. Her father was quick and shut the door before the vase hit its target.
The song had switch to 'me against the world' Simple Plan.
They want to watch me fall
They think they know it all
I'm a nightmare, a disaster
That's what they'd always say
I'm a lost cause, not a hero…
"Pumpkin can we just talk for a second?" She heard her mother's voice from outside the door.
"No! You're completely screwing up my life, destroying all the good things in it – why can't I just marry someone else? Draco Malfoy can't possibly be the last free man to walk the earth!" She threw another vase at the door and heard how her mother let a little scream slip from her lips.
"Sweetheart we can't call of the whole thing just because you 'don't like him', it's not about love it's about making up a mistake that I made in our bloodline by marring your father." Anne shocked before she got furious again.
"You can't force me to marry Draco!"
"Actually Anne, I can." When she heard her mother's answer she took several steps away from the door before she sat down and cried. Neither of her parents dared walked into the room she was all alone and was soon to be the demons bride.
Cause jersey just got colder and
I'll have you know I'm scared to death
That everything had said to me
Was just a lie until you left…
…30 august…
She hadn't left her room at all, the house-elf had brought her food and everything else she needed. She sat eating grapes while chatting on the internet, she had taking a great liking in talking to people that she couldn't see face to face. She had talked with a Danish girl and had learned some expressions that she had used a lot.
Hej dejlige – hey gorgeous.
Hvordan går det? – How's it going?
Jeg stener – I'm bored, not something she thought she would ever use, but she liked knowing something that everyone else didn't know.
She had started chatting a little while ago with this boy – Irish1980HG – and damn he was sweet, saying all these funny things that made her laugh, she could keep talking to him forever, but in two days she wouldn't have a computer nor cellphone or anything else that didn't belong in the magical world, he wouldn't understand why she didn't answer him, and she couldn't tell him why she couldn't answer him, devil that was depressing. She sat there in a long time just looking at the screen before a little message popped up;
Irish1980HG:
Hey bonnygirl!
GoodyGirl1981:
Shut up your stupid boy! x'D
If I'm a bonny then you're a … a … something-something! *Muhahaha*
Irish1980HG:
A something-something? You're an evil girl indeed. *Breaking into tears*
GoodyGirl1981:
As if … 'Ey Irish?
Irish1980HG:
Yes my little Goody-Woody-Girl?
GoodyGirl1981:
Stop that! You know I hate when you're making fun of me… *on the edge of tears*
Irish1980HG:
I faintly remember *pure lie*
GoodyGirl1981:
Good Lord don't say that word – I hate that word, can't stand it v__v' referring to 'pure'
Irish1980HG:
Sorry babygirl.
GoodyGirl1981:
Don't be sorry I'm not.
But back to the subject; I can't chat anymore. *seriously on the verge of tears*
Irish1980HG:
What did I do wrong, and don't give me that 'it's not you, it's me' I'm acutely thinking of sticking a finger down my throat next time I hear that line.
GoodyGirl1981:
Then I better not use it … emh … it's because I'm kind of moving to at place where I don't have any computers or cellphones at all. It's not possible to have one there, so I thought I'd give you a warning – please don't throw up because of me, it was my parents that made that decision not me!
Irish1980HG:
Then I guess I've to kill your parents – don't be home to night at twelve PM, I don't want any witnesses (plus it might be ugly).
GoodyGirl1981:
Haha you wouldn't stand a chance against my mother.
Irish1980HG:
WTF? Is she a bodybuilder or something like that?
GoodyGirl1981:
Nope…
Irish1980HG:
Then I think I might stand a chance – wish me luck! *finding some different knife while looking on the screen after my 'good luck' from my favorite girl ever.*
GoodyGirl1981:
Good luck! But take me serious for a moment, I'm going away this year and I know that we've just started talking, but will you please not be mad at me, and wait for me when I come home again? I'm coming home again to Christmas; can you wait for me so long? *heartbroken*
Irish1980HG:
Oh well can I just think about I for a sec? *tapping my fingers against the keyword putting random words on the screen e.g. 'love' 'forever' 'until death do us part' 'love at first sight' in this case word. 'girlfriend'* … then okay, I'll wait for you until you come back, will you not meet any new guys? I consider you mine when I'm going to wait three month for you.
GoodyGirl1981:
Alright alright – I'll try to control myself. *looking frustrated at the screen* well … I guess this was it then? – Until Christmas.
Irish1980HG:
Jahr well, kick your parent's ass for me will you? – I guess I'm not allowed to do that _ _*
GoodyGirl1981:
And I'm going to make it a living hell for them these last three days, count on that my loyal friend! *placing right hand over the heart while swearing to make my parents life a living hell*
Irish1980HG:
That's all I can ask. I'll miss you honey-boney-loney-wonny! Wonny stands for wonderful and wanted.
GoodyGil1981:
I'll miss you too Irish-Myrish-Wirish-Mickeys! – Irish please don't make me explain what that stands for but, bye bye! *Teddy's waving goodbye*
Irish1980HG:
*Penguin's waving goodbye to Teddy because Penguin is going to miss Teddy so terrible much.*
She logged out before starting a real conversation with him again – 'cause God know, she really wanted to. She was going to miss Irish so much – she mentally slapped herself, why hadn't she asked him about his real name?
Her mother's knocking on the door brought her thoughts back to the real world, she had to pack all her cloths, and she had to pack fast, she didn't have time for it tomorrow because she was going to Diagon Alley to buy her books and stuff like that. She sighed while switching off the computer and began to pack her suitcase.
A/N I don't own anything but the plot and Annebel Hellway, that's and, and you know what to do! *Puppy dog eyes*
