What that Woman Wants
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does.
Summary: a girl goes to Hogwarts looking for something she desperately needs, but finds it back home, where it all began.
Genre: Romance
Warnings: Fluff, rated T for slight cussing and younger teen romance, NO SEX.
Characters: OC/Draco/Harry
thoughts; "spoken"; "screamed"; "YELLED"
Chapter 1
Where the Story Begins
"hey honey?" my mum, oops, second cousin, I corrected myself,
"yah Karrie?" I hollered back,
"can you go get the post? Take Thunder, the poor boy needs a good run..." she demanded, or asked in her own way.
"ok," I went and grabbed Thunder, named that for him bravery, and the thunder bolt of white on his otherwise perfectly ebony coat, one thing weird about Thunder? He has green eyes. I didn't even bother to saddle the stallion, I ride a style thats bareback and bridle less, and quickly get him into a canter, when we arrive at the post, I see a strange boy whining to his mother and father,
"but I don't want to learn to ride, it's useless...." I stop Thunder short,
"what did you say? Let me tell you something; earning a horse's trust and loyalty will help you in ways you can't even think of, they will save you from broken bridges, bears, any type of danger, they will help you learn stability and honor, and give you responsibility, they depend on you! To feed, groom, and excerpter them, there is nothing better than a pure-blooded stallion carrying you to the places you need to go." I stated. He raised a blond eyebrow,
"you call that thing pure-blooded? Of what?" he sneered., "a mutt has better blood than that animal, and obviously its owner as well."
I gaped, "you bastard, how dare you insult Thunder? Say what you like about me, but a sniveling, blond haired, grey eyed, filthy brat couldn't be a pure-blood anything you're worse than a mangy, rabid, mutt, if my horse is a mutt that is."
"i am not the one who stopped mid pace to anger the wealthiest family you will ever see, you red headed varmint!" he snarled, and turned, "father, is he, oops, she, not the most Weasley looking person that isn't from that disgraced family?" his father chuckled,
"no, her hair is much darker, and her eyes, just look at the color! Almost the same color as that nasty Potter boy's."
the boy laughed, "you mean Evans's little shrimp?" his father nodded, I got off Thunder,
"for your pitiful knowledge, I am Kathleen Evans." I said, tossing my head, the boy gave me a look, "Malfoy, Draco." he said,
I 'humphed' and strode off, Thunder following behind.
I muttered all the way to the post office about the stupid blond brat and his silly father, and that woman, just standing there? Does she have no respect for other females?? so I was caught by surprise when I heard,
"Katie, earth to Katie, did you see the way that blond kid kept looking at you?? he is totally smitten!"
I laughed, "no way Byron! Anyway, can I have the ranch's post?"
he smiled, "sure thing sweetheart! Just wait a moment here," he rummaged around, "ah-ha found the bugger! Here you go, lil' missie, and that letter on top there is addressed to none other than Miss Kathleen Nicolette Evans" I smiled,
"you sure are a sweet one Byron, too bad you're gay!" he grinned,
"thats what you all say, now if only I had a few more men to goggle then life would be fine." I laughed with a blush,
"Byron! You sound pink as my teakettle!!"
he winked, and made a shooing motion with his hand,
"get on sweetie, get going." I nodded, and walked home, reading my letter......
dear Katie,
understand that this is no hoax, the world of magic you long for is just around the bend, we invite you to learn about your wondrous witchly heritage at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You will need the enclosed list of supplies, I am sure your cousin will know what to do! Good day! See you on platform 9 ¾!
Your professors,
Minerva & Albus