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Being the Slytherin Weasley: Chapter 11

"What are you doing, Amelie?" I looked at myself in the oversized mirror, glaring at the red-haired figure who glared straight back at me.

"I'm crazy," I breathed. "Why am I doing this?"

"Amelie," a voice shouted through the bathroom door. "Everyone has left, you can come out now."

Daphne wasn't all bad, not really.

"Thanks, I'll be out in a few moments, you can just go." I heard her heels clicking out of the dorm room. I gave myself another once over in the mirror, knowing that this was as good as it was going to get. My hair was in its natural waves down my back and my makeup was as minimal as possible. Then there was the dress, the reason for spending Christmas with the Malfoy's. It had a black, heart shaped neckline, which showed off a little bit too much cleavage, and ended just below my bust. It was then a pale pink, floaty skirt that reached the floor. It was modern, unlike the pale pink and frilly gown that Pansy wore. She would be so mad when she saw me.

Slipping on my heels, I made my way out of the dorm room; weary of tripping down the stairs. I approached the common room; Draco had his back turned from me.

I coughed and he turned around. He looked at me for a few moments, taking in my dress.

"Do I look okay?" I asked, fidgeting with my hair.

"You'll do," he sighed, holding out his arm.

"You really know how to charm a girl," I said sarcastically, before grabbing his arm.

"I can't believe my mother did this," he said as we walked away from the dungeons.

"You could have said no at any time," I said bitterly. "I can just go alone if you want me to." I pulled away from him. He grabbed my arm.

"Wait, I'm just being silly. Let's just show face and then we'll leave, okay?" he smiled.

"Ashamed to be seen with me?" I asked.

"Not when you look like this," he said, amusement danced in his eyes. "Let's go."

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"Everyone is staring," I said as we walked down the staircase.

"Just don't trip," Draco said. "You'll give everyone a right laugh."

"Well, I am a Weasley." I said light-heartedly.

"Yes, you are." He said, thoughtfully. I could see Pansy seething in between Crabbe and Goyle, obviously noticing our identical colour choice. Blaise and Theo looked amused but soon turned back to their dates.

Harry and Ron looked ready to drag me away. Luckily, Draco's body hid me from their wrath as we walked past them. I saw a flash of periwinkle-blue dart past with Viktor Krum and as I looked closer, I noticed it was Hermione; she kept that one quiet.

We approached the large group of Slytherins, who were all dressed in dark colours; with the exception of Pansy and I.

"You look beautiful, Bambina." Blaise said, clutching onto Daphne's tiny waist. She was wearing a straight, forest green dress in which the bodice was covered in jewels. She looked like a true Slytherin.

"Thank you," I said.

"We are all very excited for the Ball tomorrow, Drakey." Pansy smiled, glaring at me. "I'm so glad only the selected few were invited."

"I'm sure it will be fun," I cut Draco off. "I bet you'll look lovely in your dress Pansy."

Kill then with Kindness.

"I know I will, maybe you could attend as a maid, Weasley." She sneered. Luckily, the banquet started and we were all ushered to our seats. Draco and I were placed at the far end of the table, away from our classmates.

"Tomorrow will be interesting," I sighed. "Maybe Pansy will try and claw my eyes out."

He frowned, "I'm sorry about you having to attend. Mother can be quite…"

"Persuasive?" I asked.

"Yes." He said.

"Don't you want to spend Christmas at home or with your family?" he asked.

"They won't even notice I'm gone," I said, pushing my food around my plate.

"Perks of being an only Child," he said. "Christmas is all about you."

"You are so self-obsessed." I said, smirking at him.

"It's a Malfoy trait, love."

"Being Gryffindor is a Weasley trait but you don't see me worshiping the lion, love." I winked.

"So will your father be home?" I asked. "You said he was away on business."

"Why?" he asked. "Amelie, if you dare ask him what shampoo he uses I will hex you then feed you to the hounds."

"But it's so pretty," I whined.

"It runs in the family," he said, flipping his hair.

"What, being an arse?"

Draco shook his head and turned back to his food. People soon got up and started dancing; I watched as Viktor danced with Herman, she looked so happy.

"What time is it?" Draco asked, freezing.

"It's eight fifteen," I said. "What's wrong?"

"Mother's going to kill me!" he got up and grabbed my hand, practically dragging me to the door.

"Amelie, what the bloody hell is going on?" Ron asked, grabbing my arm. Draco gave them both a hard glare before putting an arm around my waist.

"We're going to the common room." He said, with a cheeky smirk.

"Like hell-" Ron started.

"Just leave it Ron," I growled, tugging my arm out of his grasp. Draco dragged me out of the great hall.

"Woah, slow down." I laughed.

"Keep up, Weasley." He taunted.

"We never even got to dance," I sighed as I had to run to keep up with his long strides.

"I'll make it up to you," he said shortly as he practically shoved me into the common room.

"Why are we rushing?" I asked, out of breath. He looked at the clock on the wall, "We literally have five minutes."

"Draco, I'm sure your mother won't mind if we're a tad late." I rolled my eyes.

His eyes widened, "She'll have my bloody head."

"I think you're exaggerating a little bit," I said as he practically carried me upstairs to my dorm room.

"Get your Bags," he said.

"YOU DO IT!" I shouted.

"I CAN'T!" he shouted back.

"FINE!" I shouted, slamming the door behind me.

I began to shove more things into my bag, "Stupid, uptight little arsehole."

"I can hear you," he shouted through the door.

"Good!" I shouted as I zipped up my bag.

"Hurry up, Amelie!" I growled and swung the door open. "Finally," he growled, grabbing my bag and sprinting down the stairs.

"My feet hurt," I groaned from the top of the stairs.

"Amelie, it's not the time to be witty. My mother hates lateness."

Well, she'll sure as merlin hate me.

"But these heels," I whined as he came into view. He sighed, "I can't believe I'm about to do this."

I felt my whole body tilt forwards; I was now looking at the floor. I grasped at the material on Draco's back.

"If you drop me," I warned.

"I won't drop you, I'm a Quidditch player." He scoffed as he climbed into the fireplace.

"That doesn't reassure me." I said.

"Malfoy Manor," he shouted, dropping the Floo powder with his other hand. My vision was engulfed with green flames but within seconds it was gone.

"DRACO GET YOUR HAND OFF MY ARSE!" I shouted, feeling a strong grip on my bum.

"Just needed something to hold onto love," I could practically see him smirking as his hand left my behind

"And my bum seemed like the perfect thing?" I asked as he stepped out of the fireplace and set me down on my feet.

"Yes," he said bluntly.

"You're a pr-"

"Amelie!" a voice said cheerfully. "I'm so glad to see you dear." I turned to see Mrs Malfoy in an elegant black gown gliding towards us. I had been so caught up in Draco's repulsive ways that I had totally ignored my surroundings.

"Hello, Mrs Malfoy." I said as she engulfed me in another motherly hug. Draco stood there pouting like a three year old.

"You didn't think I would forget you sweetie?" He pinched his cheeks.

"Muhhm" he groaned, I couldn't help but laugh. I glanced around at the room we were in, it appeared to be some sort of Lounge but it was the size of two entire floors of my house put together. It was beautiful and was so well decorated I was scared to move in case I broke something.

"Do you like my lounge?" she asked, taking in my reaction.

"Your lounge?" I asked how many are there?

"We each have a section of the house. My husband and I share the east wing whereas Draco has the West wing to himself." She said as if it was nothing.

I had to stop my jaw from dropping.

"Flora!" Draco shouted, a small house elf appeared. She looked up at me in wonder.

"Yes master," she squeaked.

"Take this to the guest room," he pointed to my bags.

"Oh, sweetheart I forgot. The only spare room in your wing is being refurbished."

"Then where will Amelie sleep?" he asked.

"In your room of course!"

Say Whaaaa?

AN: Chapter 11! I'm so grateful for all of the lovely reviews! I hope you all like this Chapter!

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