Disclaimer; I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters. I only own Elysse and Elisa (pronounced El-lisss-a), whom I adore! Lol!
Don't Marry Her.
This story is dedicated to my Granny, Dymphna Mills.
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Previously
It was a man. He was about their Daddy's age, if not younger. They couldn't tell how tall he was, because he was hunched down to their level. He was beautiful. This is what the girls believed in anyway. He had stunning emerald eyes, hair as black as the night sky and skin as pale as snow. (AN. Whoa, two similes! Yay!) The twins didn't know what to say. The man in front of them smiled, he had perfect white teeth and a charming smile.
"Hi girls. I'm Harry, and who might you be?"
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Elysse and Elisa stood there unable to answer for one, very long, minute. It was Elisa that eventually spoke up. "I am Elisa and this is my sister Elysse. We live here!" She said, smiling proudly. Harry smiled back at them. "It is a pleasure to meet such beautiful young Ladies." He said, smiling at their blushes, he couldn't help but find them adorable.
"So, who were you looking for?" He asked after a moment, glancing into the kitchen again. The girls blushed at being found out. "'The Servant boy'. The Lady yelled at him, but we want to see what he looks like!" Harry blinked, "Do you mean Mrs. Parkinson-Potter?" The girls nodded sadly. "She was horrid unpleasant!" Elysse elaborated, only to be nudged in the ribs by her sister. "Hush, Elysse, you'll get us in trouble!" Elysse glared at her sister and rubbed her ribs. "But she was!" She whined. Elisa patted her on the shoulder. "I know. She was horrible. But we are not supposed to tell people that, it's called 'gossiping' Daddy told us not to do that, 'member?" She reminded her sister. Harry chuckled at the girl's antics. "Don't worry girls I won't tell anyone," He informed them in a conspiratorial whisper. They beamed at him. "You're nice, we like you." They surprised a laugh out of him.
"Well, I think I'm probably the 'servant boy' that she mentioned. Although, I am not actually her servant, she just likes to treat me like that. I agree with you Princesses, she is horrid unpleasant!" He laughed. "But why were you looking for me?" He questioned as an afterthought. The Girls thought about it for a second. "No reason really, I guess we were just curious about who owned the pretty voice that we had heard." Elysse informed him, cheerfully. Elisa nodded as well. Harry laughed at their unabashed honesty. "In that case, has your curiosity been appeased or would you like join me for a glass of pumpkin juice?" The girls eagerly jumped at the chance for some of their favourite drink. Harry laughed again and led them into the kitchen.
"Oh! Hello, Dears!" Mrs. White, the housekeeper exclaimed at seeing the girls. "What brings you two down here? Curiosity? Again?" She said spotting Harry standing behind them sheepishly. "I swear girls, one of these days you are going to get into some amount of trouble. Curiosity killed the Kneazle, don't you know?" She said, as she helped the girls sit on the stools, surrounding a wooden counter, in the middle of the kitchen. "Well?" She turned to Harry as she placed a pitcher of pumpkin juice on the counter. "Aren't you going to sit down?" She nodded to a vacant stool. Harry nodded gratefully. "Thank you" He told her. "No worries," She smiled as she placed three glasses in front of them and a plate of sandwiches. "Eat one of those, each and you might get a biscuit." She bribed them. "Kay!" The twins chirped, before grabbing a chicken sandwich each. They took one bite each before staring pointedly at Harry. He looked at them askance, before what they were getting at registered in his head. "Oh." He smiled at them as he grabbed a sandwich himself. The girls smiled and nodded. The comfortable quiet was broken by Mrs. White who was staring out the window with her hands on the counter. "What is that fool of a gardener doing now?" She muttered loudly. She turned to the other occupants of the room, "I'll be back in a moment and then I'll give you your biscuits." She said before rushing out the backdoor and into the garden. The girls burst out laughing the minute she left the room. "John, again!" Elysse giggled. "She's always chasing him around, claiming he's done something wrong," Elisa explained to Harry. "Lysa!" Elysse hissed, "That's gossiping!" She told her. Elisa looked scandalised. "Is not! I was just 'splaining is all!" Elysse looked thoughtful, "Oh, that's ok then I s'pose!" Harry was highly amused by the girl's antics. "So girls, who is this Daddy of yours who told you that gossiping was so wrong?" He asked, amusement clear in his voice.
"Our Daddy is Draco Malfoy! He owns this house and half the world! He's the best Daddy in the whole wide world! But..." Elysse's voice became sad towards the end of her praise. Elisa face showed sadness as well. Harry became concerned. "What's wrong? Did something happen to your Daddy?" He asked gently. Elisa shook her head, while Elysse nodded hers. Harry was confused, which was the truth? He decided to ask Elysse, because she seemed to be honest. "What happened to him Elysse?" He leaned towards her, keeping himself low so he was on her level. "Daddy..." She sniffled "Daddy-" She sobbed, "Daddy-" She burst into tears. Elisa patted her on the back, whilst Harry looked lost, had he pushed her too much? He gave in and pulled Elysse onto his lap and hugged her. "There now, it's ok. It can't be as bad as all this," he told her, wiping the tears off her face. "Oh but it is! It's awful," She retorted, her lip quivering, "Daddy is getting married!" Whatever Harry expected it was not this, he was hard pressed not to laugh. "Is that what this fuss is about? Surely it's not that bad?" He asked them.
Harry couldn't see what all the fuss was about. Yes, his own experience with a Step-Mother had not been that great. But Draco Malfoy was a smart, capable man. He would no doubt pick someone worthy of his daughters. Someone smart, kind, funny, beautiful, caring, all the things a mother should be. Unlike Harry's own father, who had gone for lust, mistaking it for love. Harry was sure that the girls would not have to go through, what he, himself, had gone through. Being separated from his Father, his friends, his home and sent to boarding school in another country for most the year. When he was home, his evil step-mother kept him so busy being a slave in his own house, that he never gets to see his father or anyone else for that matter. He was sure the girls would not have to go through that.
"But it is that bad. Worse than bad! Horrible, terrible! For you see, Daddy is marrying, Pansy Parkinson-Potter!" (le gasp :)) Harry was dumbfounded "My sister? Your father is marrying my sister?" Oh, this was bad. "Your sister? You're related to that?" Elisa all but shouted. Elysse nudged her "Don't be rude Lysa!" She told her, before looking at Harry with apprehensive eyes. "Pansy is your sister?" She asked him. "Step sister," he told her, somehow unable to let someone believe that he was blood related to that demon. "Oh... But how did you not know that she was getting married?" Elysse tilted her head. Harry, on finally registering she wasn't crying anymore, placed her back on her seat. "I just got back from University a few days ago and was kept so busy cleaning and packing everyone up to come here that I never got around to catching up on the latest news. Besides, no one really tells me much anyway. They're not too fond of me..." Elisa sniffled. "See!" she pointed at him. "Step mothers are awful! Our last Nanny read Cinderella for us! I know the story!" She burst into tears. "We're doomed!" She set Elysse off again. Harry was shocked speechless. What should he do! Harry was saved having to help by Mrs. White re-entering the room. At the same time, his Step-Mother demanded he unpack her bags immediately, through the necklace he wore around his neck. "I'm sorry girls. I have to go, I'll see you again in a little while though." He patted them on the head and shot Mrs. White an apologetic look at the same time. He left the room. Only to re-enter a few moments later, with a sheepish look on his face, rubbing his neck. "Where is Madam Parkinson-Potter staying?" He asked the girls giggled, forgetting their woes. "The girls will show you, won't you, while I get the dinner ready?" She pushed them towards Harry. They happily took a hand each and lead him out of the room. From that moment on Harry became their best friend. He didn't mind. He figured they'll need someone when their Dad married Pansy.
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A/N Woot! Finally! An update! Shocked? I know I was! I'll try to write more! I will eventually get this fic finished, just bare with me! xxxx
