'Let me say it, let me say it
Let the Orinoco flow
Let me reach, let me beach
On the shores of Tripoli
Let me say it, let me say it
Let me brush upon your shore
Let me reach, let me beach
For the lonely Alosi'
Enya, Orinoco Flow
Well, welcome to the very last part of my chronic work. Chronic... Hydro... Anyway, if you have read up to here, well congratulate you, you must be mad for comprehending all this. Just joking. Please review, I really like getting review. It hurts me more when I don't get a review than when people flame me. I'm indifferent to the flame, so feel free to spill me your soul. I write a lot of shit in review to other people, so I shouldn't be mad if someone would do that to me.
Admires you: Ætheral Blood
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The characters you will read in the story bellow belong to J. K. Rowling, accept if they don't belong to moi. In that case don't steal them (like anyone would want to steal them...) because I will sue.
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Ancilla have accepted her new position. After a tempestuous night with Lucius, she went over to her office, where she packed some of her stuff. Those were the essentials, like some amulets, ornaments, and books, she went no where without.
She was also getting her desk in order.
A knock was heard through the room.
-"Come in" - she said in cheerful voice. She just opened the double window, letting the hot summer air in. Her hands were getting cold from all the icy air.
-"Professor Deitrich, uhm, I would like to speak with you" - Harry Potter said, closing the door. He looked bad. He spend whole night in the hospital.
-"Indubitably" - she sad, motioning Harry to sit down. He did so.
-"Professor..." - he started and lost his clue.
-"Please Harry, after yesterday's event, you can just address me by Ancilla" - she said, pacing back and forth behind Harry back.
-"Ancilla... uhm, yesterday, you mentioned there was something between you and my father. But why? I mean, did he not love my mother?" - Harry said, getting red. It took him great courage to ask this question.
-"Harry, you are bringing me in the uttermost awkward position I have ever been by asking me to answer you a question like this. Whatsoever, I shall answer it because you have all right in the world to know the answer" - she said gracefully, kneeling in front of Harry.
-"Harry, your father, James, he adored your mother more than anything. He was a wonderful man, not hard to like"
-"You mentioned something about Professor Snape fancying my mother?" - Harry asked sceptically.
-"Severus loved her. He still loves her, even though she is dead for sixteen years already. Just don't ever tell this; he is really picky about her. She doesn't even speak to me about Lillian." - She said, getting up.
-"Can you tell me more about my parents? Please, I would like to hear anything about them." - Harry said.
-"Well, your father's birthday is on July 17. He is a Cancer and your mother is an Aries. James father adored Quidditch; he a player here at Hogwarts, and a damn good one, in my opinion. I could see him everyday flying around the ground on his superb broom. He would often get into trouble along Sirius, Remus, and Peter. I always hated Peter; he annoyed me.
"With all certain respect to you, Harry, but James was a lazy-ass. He never did any of the work. He would just sit in my office whole day and play while I did all the work. From time to time, he would ax my nerves, but I loved having him around. He was a great person.
"Severus and him were always enemies. You father was of course much more popular, hotter, and nicer than Severus, but I always had to take Severus' side because he was one my best friends. I liked Severus because he was so defensive. You know, when I was younger I used to be mean to everyone I did not like. Severus was one of the people I used to be nice to.
"Is there anything else you would like to know?" - she said, standing up.
-"No" - Harry answered feebly, going towards the door.
-"Harry wait" - she said. -"Come here" - she hugged him. He hugged her back.
-"Harry, honestly sometimes I take liberty considering myself as your mother" - she said letting him go. As soon as she pronounced the words, Harry hugged her again.
-"Harry would you... would you...?" - she stopped.
-"Would I what?" - he asked.
-"Nevermind, you would probably think I am crazy" - she said, shaking her head.
-"No, just shoot" - he said.
-"Would you like if I adopted you?" - she asked. Harry was shocked.
-"But you are marrying Lucius Malfoy? I don't want him to be my dad and I don't want Draco to be my step-brother" - Harry told her. He liked the idea. She didn't seem that bad as a person.
-"I swear, as long as I am alive, neither of them will do anything to harm you. I will persuade Lucius not to hate you... or at least not to express such a hatred. And for Draco... well, you two will have to find your own language..." - she said.
-"I would like to have a mother, so much... and a father... and a sibling... I guess this way I would get at least one" - Harry said, balmy.
-"My mother died when I was really young; my younger brother died when I was eleven. I was left with my father and a malicious brother, who was fraught by the blueprint of Eros. Despite his age, he is still stunningly pretty. He could be enlisted as a deity. He was longing for my father to die so he can tell me that my father gambled me away when he was drunk even before I was born. He gambled me away to Keanu Scorge, Calvin's father. That is why I had to marry Calvin" - she said, looking at him honestly.
-"Ancilla, I accept" - Harry said, and Ancilla hugged him once more. He went away, and Ancilla promised him that she will speak to Dumbledore about all the arrangements.
Few minutes later, Lucius Malfoy arrived to her office, kissing her gently.
-"Lucius, I need to speak to you" - she said, sitting down.
-"What is it, ma chèr?" - he was eager to hear her out.
-"I am going to adopt Harry Potter" - she told him, feebly.
-"Did I hear you well?" - Lucius was thunderstruck.
-"You heard me perfectly well" - she said, calmly.
-"Punch me" - Lucius sighed.
-"Lucius..."
-"Don't you 'Lucius' me. Have you ever discussed this matter with me? How will Draco react that he has to live with Potter?" - Lucius snapped.
-"That's why you shall talk about this to Draco. He will be here in few minutes" - she slowly said.
-"Isn't this a wonderful way to spoil our happiness" - he frowned, looking out of the window.
-"You know, if you don't like the fact that I am adopting Harry Potter, there is Mathieu who would adore having him as a son. Nevertheless, I haven't spoke to Mathieu about the divorce yet; he doesn't know about it. He loves me, too you know. I was somewhat happy with him" - Ancilla said sorrowfully, standing up and banging her fist onto the table.
-"So you are giving me no choice, Ancilla" - said he.
-"Listen, it is the least we can do for James. James, while he was alive told me how awful those Mudbloods were. Harry lives with Lily's sister, and she is the worst Mudblood there could be in the whole world" - she said, approaching him. She stretched her arms, and positioned them around his neck.
-"Fine, but he will have to listen to me. And you are financing him. Also, I don't want him complaining about Draco" - Lucius said, grabbing her frail waist, under her blazer. -"Tu es très belle."
-"I know" - she smiled, enigmatically. He kissed her.
They haven't heard the knock. Draco, who was outside, took freedom to open the door.
-"What the fuck" - he said, as he witnessed the scene. Ancilla quickly turned her back to Lucius, as he approached his son.
-"What have I told you about coming into the room without knocking?" - he asked strictly.
-"I have knocked" - Draco said, looking at her, as she ran her hands through her hair.
-"Draco, your father has something to talk to you about. I am leaving you alone" - she said, and without second glance left the room.
-"Sit down, Draco" - Draco's father said coldly. Draco did so. Lucius sat at opposite of him.
-"What was that supposed to mean?" - Draco asked. He knew really well, but it might be fun pretending not to know.
-"I don't know how you are going to take this, but Draco, I am divorcing Narcissa. I want to marry Ancilla Deitrich" - he said to Draco.
-"What!?" - Draco exclaimed.
-"Draco calm down. I am glad at least to know that you are actually speaking to me" - Lucius snapped, with icy voice.
-"So?" - Draco sneered.
-"So what is your reaction?" - Lucius asked, eyeing him sarcastically.
-"You can not ditch my mother just like that" - Draco said, in scepticism.
-"Watch me" - Lucius hissed.
-"You know, she is my mother after all. First you dedicate yourself to Victoria. Now, it's Ancilla Deitrich. She was my teacher for a year. She will be my teacher next year. How will I feel? And she is so pretty..." - Draco said.
-"I agree... that's why I love her so much" - Lucius said, full of passion.
-"Tsk, tsk, tsk... why do you love her so much?" - Draco enquired to know.
-"Why do you want to know?" - answered he with another question.
-"Because... because... I can not tell you" - Draco said, shivering like he was on overdose of extasy. His body movements were so un-synchronised.
-"Calm down and tell me. I am your father, I will understand you" - Lucius said, calming Draco down with his hands.
-"Because I like Ancilla" - Draco said quietly. Lucius curled his lip.
And there he was. He finally admitted his father. What will Lucius do to him now.
-"How could you? I mean, I don't want to have my own son for a rival" - Lucius appeared cold like Draco was his nemesis.
-"Never mind. Forget I ever told you that" - Draco said in anguish, getting up, and wanting to exit the room. Lucius stopped him.
-"You are truly my son" - spoke he in soft voice. He hugged Draco. This was luxury for Draco. Only when he was sick or in the hospital, his father would appear really gentle to him. In other situations, he had to fight off Lucius' coldness and the obnoxious manner of his father.
-"So, is it okay if I marry her?" - Lucius asked, letting him go.
-"Father, if she makes you happy, than it is more than okay with me" - Draco sighed.
-"There is another thing you won't like to so much" - Lucius' nostrils flared, as he was biting his lower lip.
-"What is it?"
-"She is going to adopt Harry Potter."
-"What?" - Draco asked.
-"What you heard."
-"But father, how come?" - the single sentence drove him demented.
-"She gave me no choice; either I accept her rules, or I lose her" - Lucius sighed.
-"She is blackmailing you" - spoke he in overwhelmed manner.
-"I will grant all the circumstance only to be with her." - Voice, so frail and fool of love.
-"That is your decision, father" - Draco stood up to leave.
-"You are not mad at me, though, or anything?" - Lucius moved his head up too see his son. Eventually, was Draco moved by all the things that happened to him.
He left his father in Ancilla's office, strolling the long hallways. There was a particular one, with wall on one side and long Gothic windows on the other side. Windows were wide and they brought light to the other, parallel wall. Many of the pictures were there. Those pictures were articles of pizzazz and abstract visions. There was no life in them, whatsoever.
His legs dragged one after another. On the other side, going towards him, Hermione Granger appeared. Draco tried to ignore her, but as she drew closer to him, she affronted him.
-"What do you want, Mudblood?" - he sighed. Fed up with shits, he was already.
-"I must speak to you before we get separated. Why Draco?" - she asked.
-"What why?" - he snapped. He rolled his eyes, sarcastically, inclining his head backwards.
-"Why have you abandoned me? Why have you sought for love in other girls? I love you Draco..." - she said, heartily.
-"I never liked you. I played you, that's all. I haven't sought for love in other girls; I played them, too. Now, if you excuse me, I have things to do elsewhere" - he was cold. So cold that he petrified Hermione. Easily, he went around her, not turning around even once.
Draco's insolent reaction irked Lucius. He bewailing because he hadn't taken any higher interest in his son earlier. Nevertheless, there were other agonies to agonise. He had to inform Victoria that it is over between them.
She was in her office, reading Witch Weekly. 'So different than Ancilla, yet so similar' Lucius thought. Ancilla was devoted to and profound with her work; Victoria would always look how to get away from it. Each of them would spend equal time in front of the mirror in the morning (or any other time of the day), and their appearance was similar. Both were built good; Ancilla was more of thin, very thin but at the same time strong muscular structure, while Victoria had body of a Roman goddess, with a lot of curves and rounds. Ancilla would sometimes wear long gowns made out of very heavy materials -- Lucius found those a Pandemonium when he was all sexually excited and he wanted to disagreement her in shortest time possible. And all that foreign, baroque jewellery she would ornament herself with, just like Christmas tree. Victoria preferred normal clothes, never wearing those bitch boots, which Ancilla would seldom get out of.
-"Lucius!" - was she surprised to see him.
-"I need to speak to you" - he said, not caring to sit down. He is going to make this neat and short.
-"You are speaking to me, already" - she said, heading towards him. She had nice black dress, with maroon red see-through gauze-like material cover. It was short, allright. Victoria probably got devastated from dress Ancilla wore last time she saw her. Especially by how short it was.
-"I guess you know why I am here" - he said coldly. Victoria tried to hug him around his waist, but he pushed her away.
-"Of course I know. You are marrying that bitch, Ancilla. For God's sake Lucius, you acted like such a fool yesterday. She is not worth you dying for her" - Victoria said. She was grieved by the fact he just rejected her.
-"You are right, she is not. But I love her more than anything, and I am no one to decide something like that. I am not ashamed, I could have died for her, if I had to" - he concluded. Like there was nothing more he was willing to say.
-"She doesn't love you. She is to into other men..."
-"Victoria, I don't care to hear that. I mean, if I came here to argue with you, than I would be arguing. But I didn't. I came here to say good-bye to you. So there you have it, good day to you Mrs Avery" - Lucius announced coldly, exiting the office.
It was over between them (for now...).
It was the last night at the Hogwarts. Harry Potter was not going to go back to the Muggle world. Instead, he will be staying at Malfoys, with Ancilla Deitrich. How awkward will that be for him. At least he will not be beside that obese pig of an elephant's size shan't be imbuing him with his TV. Dudley would watch TV for whole day, turning it very loudly so Harry could hear it in his room ( :-) just like my sister does).
Instead, it will be his arch-enemy, Draco. They didn't have very pleasant time when they were staying over Ancilla's house.
He was sitting in the Great Hall waiting for feast to start.
-"Look at him -- like that Soleil Buxtehude he is talking to right now. She is like so pretty. She looks like someone for him..." - Hermione snapped. It caused Harry and Ron to sigh -- of course, she was referring to Draco Malfoy.
-"I am over him; I just might as well go and tell him" - she said smiling nastily. She got off of the table. The distance she fathomed in demented seconds.
-"Draco Malfoy" - she said firmly, standing opposite of him. He glanced at her coldly.
-"Yes Mudblood" - he answered. His eyes narrowed.
-"I am just here to inform you that I am dumping you."
-"Excuses moi?" - Draco asked sceptically.
-"No, you pardon me, Mister. You never said our relationship is finished, so I am here to brake up" - she put her hands on each of her hips.
-"It was a mutual brake-up" - Draco rolled his eyes.
-"Who cares, I don't believe in 'mutual brake-ups'" - Hermione's voice rang around the Great Hall. Teachers on the High Table took great interest in what is happening. Especially Ancilla; Harry glanced at her to see her chin on her hand, biting her lower lip.
-"Good for you." - Draco sneered.
It was bad enough that everyone was looking at them.
-"And you know what else?" - Hermione asked. Draco eyed her coldly, not willing to answer.
-"You are supposed to ask me 'what' now?" - Hermione snarled at him.
-"What?" - he replied, unenthusiastically.
-"I don't need you anymore. I don't care for you. Goodbye Draco Malfoy" - she said, turning around and walking away.
-"Good for you" - Draco smirked a sour smile, looking sulkily.
Hermione's steps echoed in the room. Ron smiled to her as she sat down beside him. Silence of naïveté ruled for a few seconds, until Dumbledore summoned the virtue to stand up and say a few words.
-"Another years of our life went by here at Hogwarts. We are all happy and sad. We spend our lives circling the orbits like Earth circles the Sun. Our routes are decided not by the destiny but ourselves. We are our own masters.
"I won't bore you anymore with life principles. If you are not smart enough to get them when I hint you to them, good luck in grasping them yourself.
"I know you are all waiting for hearing which house won. On forth place, with 274 points is Revenclaw; third is Gryffindor with 479; second Revenclaw with 480, and first it..."
He couldn't continue because a sea of Slytherins' stood up from their seats cheering loudly.
-"...Slytherin with 538 points."
Severus Snape sent Professor McGonagall an candid smile over the table as she replied like she had a lemon in her mouth.
-"Let the feast begin..."
Harry Potter woke up next morning as Ron urged him. He had an incredible dream that he is waking up at the Malfoy manor, and he has to share a room with Draco. Draco is all bad-tempered and he can't stop throwing things around.
As they sat off in the Hogwarts Express, he was sharing his compartment with Hermione and Ron. Eventually, Fred, George, and Lee joined them, and they ended up happily playing a game of cards. Their pleasure was spoiled by Draco Malfoy. He was Crabbeless and Goyleless. He asked everyone to leave the compartment so he could have a confidential talk with Harry Potter. Everyone was out in the narrow way, pressing their ears hard on the compartment door, trying to overhear anything chatted inside.
-"So we are going to be living together, eh?" - Draco said, sitting down opposite of Harry. His face was all murky. His arms were resting on his knees.
-"I think that Ancilla is a really nice person, even though she sometimes can be a bit of... well, I don't want to insult her" - Harry replied, lifelessly. Worse than living with Draco was living with Draco and Lucius.
-"Listen Potter, I shan't tolerate if you are bringing any of your dorky friends over, like those rodent farm Weasleys. They might steal something. And do not even dream about the Mudblood Granger. If I see her in my house, I shan't be responsible for my behaviour" - Draco said, lowering his eyes.
-"Draco?"
-"Yes."
-"Have you ever wondered what if we were friends?"
-"You mean what would happen if you weren't foolish enough to reject my offer to put to in right clique of people?"
-"Have it your own way."
-"We would be kicking ass, you know."
The End
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'I was electromagnetically sent back to the party going on that night
It was glories of '80's with karma drawn back in lines
And two bugle boy-models saying "Baby it's freebie, you sure look deprived"'
Tori Amos (to venus and back), Glory of '80's
Oh my Gosh, my biggest ascension up to date. I'm holding a cope of the 'The Outline of the Story' I wrote before I wrote the story. It's not a masterplan one, I took like fifteen minutes to write it, but it's much easier when you don't have to think about what is going to happen. At the same time, that is really bad because you than get some 'capricious idea', and you have to change everything to get the idea.
My outline looks like this (pg. V, line VII):
March
-Victoria presents Narcissa a pact to go ('to go' scratched out with a pencil; 'ssa a pact to go' crossed with a pen): Ancilla out of the game.
-Party, where Draco is disgusted by Hermione, but he has to act nice to her.
-Victoria goes over to Mathieu, and tries to tell him about Ancilla and Lucius, but he tells her that he knows everything already. She gets mad, but tries to seduce him, which he says no to.
-Dark Lord puts Victoria and Ancilla to do some more killings. They get into a big fight over nothing.
-Victoria whiner to Lucius about Ancilla.
You see how it looks. It's all plain and full of grammar mistakes. I have to 'colour it in' and decipher what I wanted to say. I also have to plot what will who say. So my life is not easy. And to all of you ass-heads who write stories three lines long, with more misspelled words than English, misused terms, and characters out of character I have one message: No way, Jose.
Let the Orinoco flow
Let me reach, let me beach
On the shores of Tripoli
Let me say it, let me say it
Let me brush upon your shore
Let me reach, let me beach
For the lonely Alosi'
Enya, Orinoco Flow
Well, welcome to the very last part of my chronic work. Chronic... Hydro... Anyway, if you have read up to here, well congratulate you, you must be mad for comprehending all this. Just joking. Please review, I really like getting review. It hurts me more when I don't get a review than when people flame me. I'm indifferent to the flame, so feel free to spill me your soul. I write a lot of shit in review to other people, so I shouldn't be mad if someone would do that to me.
Admires you: Ætheral Blood
Advocating:
The characters you will read in the story bellow belong to J. K. Rowling, accept if they don't belong to moi. In that case don't steal them (like anyone would want to steal them...) because I will sue.
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Ancilla have accepted her new position. After a tempestuous night with Lucius, she went over to her office, where she packed some of her stuff. Those were the essentials, like some amulets, ornaments, and books, she went no where without.
She was also getting her desk in order.
A knock was heard through the room.
-"Come in" - she said in cheerful voice. She just opened the double window, letting the hot summer air in. Her hands were getting cold from all the icy air.
-"Professor Deitrich, uhm, I would like to speak with you" - Harry Potter said, closing the door. He looked bad. He spend whole night in the hospital.
-"Indubitably" - she sad, motioning Harry to sit down. He did so.
-"Professor..." - he started and lost his clue.
-"Please Harry, after yesterday's event, you can just address me by Ancilla" - she said, pacing back and forth behind Harry back.
-"Ancilla... uhm, yesterday, you mentioned there was something between you and my father. But why? I mean, did he not love my mother?" - Harry said, getting red. It took him great courage to ask this question.
-"Harry, you are bringing me in the uttermost awkward position I have ever been by asking me to answer you a question like this. Whatsoever, I shall answer it because you have all right in the world to know the answer" - she said gracefully, kneeling in front of Harry.
-"Harry, your father, James, he adored your mother more than anything. He was a wonderful man, not hard to like"
-"You mentioned something about Professor Snape fancying my mother?" - Harry asked sceptically.
-"Severus loved her. He still loves her, even though she is dead for sixteen years already. Just don't ever tell this; he is really picky about her. She doesn't even speak to me about Lillian." - She said, getting up.
-"Can you tell me more about my parents? Please, I would like to hear anything about them." - Harry said.
-"Well, your father's birthday is on July 17. He is a Cancer and your mother is an Aries. James father adored Quidditch; he a player here at Hogwarts, and a damn good one, in my opinion. I could see him everyday flying around the ground on his superb broom. He would often get into trouble along Sirius, Remus, and Peter. I always hated Peter; he annoyed me.
"With all certain respect to you, Harry, but James was a lazy-ass. He never did any of the work. He would just sit in my office whole day and play while I did all the work. From time to time, he would ax my nerves, but I loved having him around. He was a great person.
"Severus and him were always enemies. You father was of course much more popular, hotter, and nicer than Severus, but I always had to take Severus' side because he was one my best friends. I liked Severus because he was so defensive. You know, when I was younger I used to be mean to everyone I did not like. Severus was one of the people I used to be nice to.
"Is there anything else you would like to know?" - she said, standing up.
-"No" - Harry answered feebly, going towards the door.
-"Harry wait" - she said. -"Come here" - she hugged him. He hugged her back.
-"Harry, honestly sometimes I take liberty considering myself as your mother" - she said letting him go. As soon as she pronounced the words, Harry hugged her again.
-"Harry would you... would you...?" - she stopped.
-"Would I what?" - he asked.
-"Nevermind, you would probably think I am crazy" - she said, shaking her head.
-"No, just shoot" - he said.
-"Would you like if I adopted you?" - she asked. Harry was shocked.
-"But you are marrying Lucius Malfoy? I don't want him to be my dad and I don't want Draco to be my step-brother" - Harry told her. He liked the idea. She didn't seem that bad as a person.
-"I swear, as long as I am alive, neither of them will do anything to harm you. I will persuade Lucius not to hate you... or at least not to express such a hatred. And for Draco... well, you two will have to find your own language..." - she said.
-"I would like to have a mother, so much... and a father... and a sibling... I guess this way I would get at least one" - Harry said, balmy.
-"My mother died when I was really young; my younger brother died when I was eleven. I was left with my father and a malicious brother, who was fraught by the blueprint of Eros. Despite his age, he is still stunningly pretty. He could be enlisted as a deity. He was longing for my father to die so he can tell me that my father gambled me away when he was drunk even before I was born. He gambled me away to Keanu Scorge, Calvin's father. That is why I had to marry Calvin" - she said, looking at him honestly.
-"Ancilla, I accept" - Harry said, and Ancilla hugged him once more. He went away, and Ancilla promised him that she will speak to Dumbledore about all the arrangements.
Few minutes later, Lucius Malfoy arrived to her office, kissing her gently.
-"Lucius, I need to speak to you" - she said, sitting down.
-"What is it, ma chèr?" - he was eager to hear her out.
-"I am going to adopt Harry Potter" - she told him, feebly.
-"Did I hear you well?" - Lucius was thunderstruck.
-"You heard me perfectly well" - she said, calmly.
-"Punch me" - Lucius sighed.
-"Lucius..."
-"Don't you 'Lucius' me. Have you ever discussed this matter with me? How will Draco react that he has to live with Potter?" - Lucius snapped.
-"That's why you shall talk about this to Draco. He will be here in few minutes" - she slowly said.
-"Isn't this a wonderful way to spoil our happiness" - he frowned, looking out of the window.
-"You know, if you don't like the fact that I am adopting Harry Potter, there is Mathieu who would adore having him as a son. Nevertheless, I haven't spoke to Mathieu about the divorce yet; he doesn't know about it. He loves me, too you know. I was somewhat happy with him" - Ancilla said sorrowfully, standing up and banging her fist onto the table.
-"So you are giving me no choice, Ancilla" - said he.
-"Listen, it is the least we can do for James. James, while he was alive told me how awful those Mudbloods were. Harry lives with Lily's sister, and she is the worst Mudblood there could be in the whole world" - she said, approaching him. She stretched her arms, and positioned them around his neck.
-"Fine, but he will have to listen to me. And you are financing him. Also, I don't want him complaining about Draco" - Lucius said, grabbing her frail waist, under her blazer. -"Tu es très belle."
-"I know" - she smiled, enigmatically. He kissed her.
They haven't heard the knock. Draco, who was outside, took freedom to open the door.
-"What the fuck" - he said, as he witnessed the scene. Ancilla quickly turned her back to Lucius, as he approached his son.
-"What have I told you about coming into the room without knocking?" - he asked strictly.
-"I have knocked" - Draco said, looking at her, as she ran her hands through her hair.
-"Draco, your father has something to talk to you about. I am leaving you alone" - she said, and without second glance left the room.
-"Sit down, Draco" - Draco's father said coldly. Draco did so. Lucius sat at opposite of him.
-"What was that supposed to mean?" - Draco asked. He knew really well, but it might be fun pretending not to know.
-"I don't know how you are going to take this, but Draco, I am divorcing Narcissa. I want to marry Ancilla Deitrich" - he said to Draco.
-"What!?" - Draco exclaimed.
-"Draco calm down. I am glad at least to know that you are actually speaking to me" - Lucius snapped, with icy voice.
-"So?" - Draco sneered.
-"So what is your reaction?" - Lucius asked, eyeing him sarcastically.
-"You can not ditch my mother just like that" - Draco said, in scepticism.
-"Watch me" - Lucius hissed.
-"You know, she is my mother after all. First you dedicate yourself to Victoria. Now, it's Ancilla Deitrich. She was my teacher for a year. She will be my teacher next year. How will I feel? And she is so pretty..." - Draco said.
-"I agree... that's why I love her so much" - Lucius said, full of passion.
-"Tsk, tsk, tsk... why do you love her so much?" - Draco enquired to know.
-"Why do you want to know?" - answered he with another question.
-"Because... because... I can not tell you" - Draco said, shivering like he was on overdose of extasy. His body movements were so un-synchronised.
-"Calm down and tell me. I am your father, I will understand you" - Lucius said, calming Draco down with his hands.
-"Because I like Ancilla" - Draco said quietly. Lucius curled his lip.
And there he was. He finally admitted his father. What will Lucius do to him now.
-"How could you? I mean, I don't want to have my own son for a rival" - Lucius appeared cold like Draco was his nemesis.
-"Never mind. Forget I ever told you that" - Draco said in anguish, getting up, and wanting to exit the room. Lucius stopped him.
-"You are truly my son" - spoke he in soft voice. He hugged Draco. This was luxury for Draco. Only when he was sick or in the hospital, his father would appear really gentle to him. In other situations, he had to fight off Lucius' coldness and the obnoxious manner of his father.
-"So, is it okay if I marry her?" - Lucius asked, letting him go.
-"Father, if she makes you happy, than it is more than okay with me" - Draco sighed.
-"There is another thing you won't like to so much" - Lucius' nostrils flared, as he was biting his lower lip.
-"What is it?"
-"She is going to adopt Harry Potter."
-"What?" - Draco asked.
-"What you heard."
-"But father, how come?" - the single sentence drove him demented.
-"She gave me no choice; either I accept her rules, or I lose her" - Lucius sighed.
-"She is blackmailing you" - spoke he in overwhelmed manner.
-"I will grant all the circumstance only to be with her." - Voice, so frail and fool of love.
-"That is your decision, father" - Draco stood up to leave.
-"You are not mad at me, though, or anything?" - Lucius moved his head up too see his son. Eventually, was Draco moved by all the things that happened to him.
He left his father in Ancilla's office, strolling the long hallways. There was a particular one, with wall on one side and long Gothic windows on the other side. Windows were wide and they brought light to the other, parallel wall. Many of the pictures were there. Those pictures were articles of pizzazz and abstract visions. There was no life in them, whatsoever.
His legs dragged one after another. On the other side, going towards him, Hermione Granger appeared. Draco tried to ignore her, but as she drew closer to him, she affronted him.
-"What do you want, Mudblood?" - he sighed. Fed up with shits, he was already.
-"I must speak to you before we get separated. Why Draco?" - she asked.
-"What why?" - he snapped. He rolled his eyes, sarcastically, inclining his head backwards.
-"Why have you abandoned me? Why have you sought for love in other girls? I love you Draco..." - she said, heartily.
-"I never liked you. I played you, that's all. I haven't sought for love in other girls; I played them, too. Now, if you excuse me, I have things to do elsewhere" - he was cold. So cold that he petrified Hermione. Easily, he went around her, not turning around even once.
Draco's insolent reaction irked Lucius. He bewailing because he hadn't taken any higher interest in his son earlier. Nevertheless, there were other agonies to agonise. He had to inform Victoria that it is over between them.
She was in her office, reading Witch Weekly. 'So different than Ancilla, yet so similar' Lucius thought. Ancilla was devoted to and profound with her work; Victoria would always look how to get away from it. Each of them would spend equal time in front of the mirror in the morning (or any other time of the day), and their appearance was similar. Both were built good; Ancilla was more of thin, very thin but at the same time strong muscular structure, while Victoria had body of a Roman goddess, with a lot of curves and rounds. Ancilla would sometimes wear long gowns made out of very heavy materials -- Lucius found those a Pandemonium when he was all sexually excited and he wanted to disagreement her in shortest time possible. And all that foreign, baroque jewellery she would ornament herself with, just like Christmas tree. Victoria preferred normal clothes, never wearing those bitch boots, which Ancilla would seldom get out of.
-"Lucius!" - was she surprised to see him.
-"I need to speak to you" - he said, not caring to sit down. He is going to make this neat and short.
-"You are speaking to me, already" - she said, heading towards him. She had nice black dress, with maroon red see-through gauze-like material cover. It was short, allright. Victoria probably got devastated from dress Ancilla wore last time she saw her. Especially by how short it was.
-"I guess you know why I am here" - he said coldly. Victoria tried to hug him around his waist, but he pushed her away.
-"Of course I know. You are marrying that bitch, Ancilla. For God's sake Lucius, you acted like such a fool yesterday. She is not worth you dying for her" - Victoria said. She was grieved by the fact he just rejected her.
-"You are right, she is not. But I love her more than anything, and I am no one to decide something like that. I am not ashamed, I could have died for her, if I had to" - he concluded. Like there was nothing more he was willing to say.
-"She doesn't love you. She is to into other men..."
-"Victoria, I don't care to hear that. I mean, if I came here to argue with you, than I would be arguing. But I didn't. I came here to say good-bye to you. So there you have it, good day to you Mrs Avery" - Lucius announced coldly, exiting the office.
It was over between them (for now...).
It was the last night at the Hogwarts. Harry Potter was not going to go back to the Muggle world. Instead, he will be staying at Malfoys, with Ancilla Deitrich. How awkward will that be for him. At least he will not be beside that obese pig of an elephant's size shan't be imbuing him with his TV. Dudley would watch TV for whole day, turning it very loudly so Harry could hear it in his room ( :-) just like my sister does).
Instead, it will be his arch-enemy, Draco. They didn't have very pleasant time when they were staying over Ancilla's house.
He was sitting in the Great Hall waiting for feast to start.
-"Look at him -- like that Soleil Buxtehude he is talking to right now. She is like so pretty. She looks like someone for him..." - Hermione snapped. It caused Harry and Ron to sigh -- of course, she was referring to Draco Malfoy.
-"I am over him; I just might as well go and tell him" - she said smiling nastily. She got off of the table. The distance she fathomed in demented seconds.
-"Draco Malfoy" - she said firmly, standing opposite of him. He glanced at her coldly.
-"Yes Mudblood" - he answered. His eyes narrowed.
-"I am just here to inform you that I am dumping you."
-"Excuses moi?" - Draco asked sceptically.
-"No, you pardon me, Mister. You never said our relationship is finished, so I am here to brake up" - she put her hands on each of her hips.
-"It was a mutual brake-up" - Draco rolled his eyes.
-"Who cares, I don't believe in 'mutual brake-ups'" - Hermione's voice rang around the Great Hall. Teachers on the High Table took great interest in what is happening. Especially Ancilla; Harry glanced at her to see her chin on her hand, biting her lower lip.
-"Good for you." - Draco sneered.
It was bad enough that everyone was looking at them.
-"And you know what else?" - Hermione asked. Draco eyed her coldly, not willing to answer.
-"You are supposed to ask me 'what' now?" - Hermione snarled at him.
-"What?" - he replied, unenthusiastically.
-"I don't need you anymore. I don't care for you. Goodbye Draco Malfoy" - she said, turning around and walking away.
-"Good for you" - Draco smirked a sour smile, looking sulkily.
Hermione's steps echoed in the room. Ron smiled to her as she sat down beside him. Silence of naïveté ruled for a few seconds, until Dumbledore summoned the virtue to stand up and say a few words.
-"Another years of our life went by here at Hogwarts. We are all happy and sad. We spend our lives circling the orbits like Earth circles the Sun. Our routes are decided not by the destiny but ourselves. We are our own masters.
"I won't bore you anymore with life principles. If you are not smart enough to get them when I hint you to them, good luck in grasping them yourself.
"I know you are all waiting for hearing which house won. On forth place, with 274 points is Revenclaw; third is Gryffindor with 479; second Revenclaw with 480, and first it..."
He couldn't continue because a sea of Slytherins' stood up from their seats cheering loudly.
-"...Slytherin with 538 points."
Severus Snape sent Professor McGonagall an candid smile over the table as she replied like she had a lemon in her mouth.
-"Let the feast begin..."
Harry Potter woke up next morning as Ron urged him. He had an incredible dream that he is waking up at the Malfoy manor, and he has to share a room with Draco. Draco is all bad-tempered and he can't stop throwing things around.
As they sat off in the Hogwarts Express, he was sharing his compartment with Hermione and Ron. Eventually, Fred, George, and Lee joined them, and they ended up happily playing a game of cards. Their pleasure was spoiled by Draco Malfoy. He was Crabbeless and Goyleless. He asked everyone to leave the compartment so he could have a confidential talk with Harry Potter. Everyone was out in the narrow way, pressing their ears hard on the compartment door, trying to overhear anything chatted inside.
-"So we are going to be living together, eh?" - Draco said, sitting down opposite of Harry. His face was all murky. His arms were resting on his knees.
-"I think that Ancilla is a really nice person, even though she sometimes can be a bit of... well, I don't want to insult her" - Harry replied, lifelessly. Worse than living with Draco was living with Draco and Lucius.
-"Listen Potter, I shan't tolerate if you are bringing any of your dorky friends over, like those rodent farm Weasleys. They might steal something. And do not even dream about the Mudblood Granger. If I see her in my house, I shan't be responsible for my behaviour" - Draco said, lowering his eyes.
-"Draco?"
-"Yes."
-"Have you ever wondered what if we were friends?"
-"You mean what would happen if you weren't foolish enough to reject my offer to put to in right clique of people?"
-"Have it your own way."
-"We would be kicking ass, you know."
The End
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'I was electromagnetically sent back to the party going on that night
It was glories of '80's with karma drawn back in lines
And two bugle boy-models saying "Baby it's freebie, you sure look deprived"'
Tori Amos (to venus and back), Glory of '80's
Oh my Gosh, my biggest ascension up to date. I'm holding a cope of the 'The Outline of the Story' I wrote before I wrote the story. It's not a masterplan one, I took like fifteen minutes to write it, but it's much easier when you don't have to think about what is going to happen. At the same time, that is really bad because you than get some 'capricious idea', and you have to change everything to get the idea.
My outline looks like this (pg. V, line VII):
March
-Victoria presents Narcissa a pact to go ('to go' scratched out with a pencil; 'ssa a pact to go' crossed with a pen): Ancilla out of the game.
-Party, where Draco is disgusted by Hermione, but he has to act nice to her.
-Victoria goes over to Mathieu, and tries to tell him about Ancilla and Lucius, but he tells her that he knows everything already. She gets mad, but tries to seduce him, which he says no to.
-Dark Lord puts Victoria and Ancilla to do some more killings. They get into a big fight over nothing.
-Victoria whiner to Lucius about Ancilla.
You see how it looks. It's all plain and full of grammar mistakes. I have to 'colour it in' and decipher what I wanted to say. I also have to plot what will who say. So my life is not easy. And to all of you ass-heads who write stories three lines long, with more misspelled words than English, misused terms, and characters out of character I have one message: No way, Jose.
