Nah, still don't own any of JK Rowling's stuff. Bugger, eh?
Authors Note: I introduced Kieran O'Connell last chapter, and no, he's not really central to the plot. In fact, I could cut him out and it wouldn't affect a thing. He's just there to make the Snapes life even harder. Anyone who is going to complain about Draco/Morag will be beaten with a big stick. Okay, maybe not, but it's very tempting. Also, anyone who's going to complain about the good kicking Draco's about to get can just bugger on off, because I don't have to take this from you.
Thanks to: All the authors of all the fanfics I've been reading lately. I read all the Hermione/Draco fics listed on Rouge Magie's lookyuppythingie, I've read several by Strega Brava (Hermione/Severus is definitely not something I'd've considered), I read Doodlez strangely-LotR-obssessed fics, I've read my own a couple of times, and I've been reading lots and lots of Hogwarts romances. I need help!
Dedications: Dedicated to my sister, who just passed her karate grading whatnots. Also dedicated to my cat.
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Chapter Six: Pride Goeth Before A Fall
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If anyone was proud of himself, it was Draco Malfoy.
His girlfriend was the prettiest, smartest, and most amazing girl he'd ever met.
Morag Lillith Snape, his very own Lilli.
And if anyone tried to take her away from him…
Draco smiled to himself.
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Harry had decided something.
He was going to ask Lilli to the ball.
Surely she could see he was better than Malfoy?
Maybe he was bribing her or something.
Harry smiled to himself.
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Morag was sitting cross-legged on the grass by the lake. She absently watched people who passed her, and occasionally smiled.
Then she saw someone who made her heart stop.
She'd seen that face in pictures.
Pictures her mother had tried to destroy.
But this person was so much younger – it wasn't the same person from her mother's hated pictures.
Was it his son?
Yes, it had to be.
Did he know? What she knew?
Would he care?
He was walking towards her.
She pretended not to notice him, suddenly finding the lake fascinating.
"Hello." It was that boy, the one with the face. He even sounded familiar, that lazy drawl that her mother had tried to imitate when Morag asked about her natural father.
"Hello." She replied, proud that her voice didn't shake.
"I'm Kieran O'Connell. You must be Lilli Snape." He sounded confident, calm, and collected as he sat down next to her. She was shocked to see that he behaved in ways so similar to herself. How dared he? She bit back the angry comments that sprang into her mind.
"Yes, that's me. O'Connell?" she tried not to sound too interested. "I think I've heard that name before."
"Perhaps you've heard of my father, Jonathan." He suggested, and made it sound like she should have. She frowned, but replied calmly.
"Yes, I believe my mother has mentioned him from time to time." That wasn't strictly true – she mentioned him in a conversation about him that only took place because Morag's cousin had a big mouth.
Kieran was curious. This girl did remind him of himself, in ways, and of his father. He had seen a woman so like her in pictures from a party his father went to years and years ago. The woman in the picture had been his father's date, Maria Montaque. He remembered wishing Maria was his mother, she seemed so lovely and kind. His own mother was anything but. Kathryn O'Connell didn't like children, didn't like her son, and didn't even like her husband that much anymore. "What did she say about him?" Kieran asked, genuinely curious. "Nice things?"
Morag stiffened – Kieran saw it. "She said he was…" he could see her fishing for something to say, "she said he was good looking."
That wasn't a lie, Morganna had admitted that.
"I wouldn't know, I don't see father much." Kieran shrugged. He noticed Morag was watching him very carefully, as if testing him.
"He knew my mother in her sixth year." She said finally. "Morganna Montaque. Maybe he's mentioned her to you."
Kieran thought about it. "He's got a picture of he and a Maria Montaque." He offered.
"That's mother. She used her middle name a lot." Morag told him. Kieran was surprised, that woman in the picture – only sixteen? She had looked so sophisticated, mature, kind and loving. She couldn't have been only sixteen! But she was. Kieran had the picture with him; he'd kept it. He used to daydream that she really was his mother, and that she, father, and he lived far away in Ireland, near his grandparents. That she always smiled and she never shouted at him.
"She looked older than sixteen." Was all Kieran said.
"I guess she did, I've seen pictures of her from then." Morag shrugged. "She's here, she works here from time to time, when Les chiffons aux Richesses isn't doing anything important."
"Your mother works for Les chiffons aux Richesses?" he could well believe it. His own mother adored the clothes there, he could remember his father saying 'Kathryn, you should go and live in one of their shops, you evidently like it better than here!'
"Works for it? She owns it, Kieran." Morag seemed amused.
Kieran and Morag continued talking for a long while, both of them wondering if the other knew something.
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The next Saturday, Draco and Morag went to Honeydukes. Harry walked up to the pair as they came out, carrying parcels.
"Morag, can I ask you a question?" he started.
Morag said, with a hint of the humor she'd displayed once before, "You can ask me another question."
Draco didn't seem worried – Potter, competition? Dream on.
"Would you go to the ball with me?" he blurted out.
Morag didn't answer, and before she could, Draco pushed Harry back.
"That's my girlfriend, Potter, you leave her alone!" he said angrily.
"You don't own her! Maybe she doesn't want to go to the ball with a git like you!" Harry shouted back. Morag looked worried, and she backed away from the pair. People were beginning to watch.
"Muggle-lover!"
"Predjudiced prat!"
Nobody was sure who struck the first blow, Harry or Draco. But soon the two of them were fighting, fists flying and insults hurled, amid Morag's cries for them to stop it.
Hermione and Ron dashed up, and Hermione glared at Morag, blaming her. Ron was too busy cheering Harry on.
Morag shrank back from Hermione's angry gaze, but couldn't leave – not with Draco and Harry doing their best to beat each other into the ground.
((Authors Note: As requested by a fellow Role Player, Lance Delta's cameo appearance.))
Draco looked up long enough to see Lance Delta, an American exchange student, give him the finger and then kick him in the head.
It might just have been that blow to the head that tipped the scales in Harry's favor, because Draco was promptly pummeled within an inch of his life, and Harry emerged victorious.
But if he thought that he had won Morag, he could think again.
She gave a low cry, and fell to her knees beside Draco, placing his head gently in her lap. "Are you all right? I have to get you to Madam Pomfrey!"
Harry looked as though the ground had just been yanked out from under him, and it was clear to all there that this was not the reaction he'd been hoping for. Hermione glared at Morag again, but Ron was congratulating Harry on giving Draco the worst/best (depends on your opinion, I suppose) kicking he'd ever received.
It didn't make Harry feel any better.
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"Forget about her, Harry." Hermione advised. "She's trouble, can't you see that? You've got detention for just about your entire life now! McGonagall went through the roof!"
"Yeah, I know." Harry muttered. He still couldn't stop thinking about the way Morag had looked.
"Come on, concentrate. We've got Potions tomorrow, you want her father breathing down your neck for not doing your homework, after you've just beaten his daughter's boyfriend to a pulp?"
Harry had to admit that Hermione had a very good point.
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As they say, Pride Goeth Before A Fall.
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Authors Note: I know, the chapters after the first have been significantly shorter, and this is no exception. All those people who can't stand the idea of Harry nursing a broken heart, tough. Didn't I just let him beat Draco 'to within an inch of his life'? Will nothing please you people? Any complaints, I don't want to hear them – whether they're for or against Draco. Harry gets the glory, Draco gets the girl. That's just how it has to be right now. And if any Draco-fans are angry at his being publicly humiliated, I don't care. I personally like Draco, but come on, you have to admit, the prat had it coming.
Anyone who was wondering, Lance Delta is the character of someone I role played with about half an hour before I wrote this chapter. I got him to read my story (I don't know how much he read, but at least the first chapter because he said that the first chapter was good), and he asked if Lance could make a cameo appearance in the Draco/Harry Fight Scene, giving Draco the finger or something. The kick in the head was my idea. Trust me to come up with something like that.
Thank you to anyone who bothered to read this, thank you so much! And to anyone who likes this, have a look at the short story, 'One Old Owl' (by me). It's from the point of view of Montgomery J Montaque, Morag's owl, and it's him remembering things. Tells you a bit about Morganna, back before she married Snape, and after, tells about her sister Gloria, who is dead, and tells you a bit about Morag herself. Gom darling maintains that Jonathan O'Connell 'was a prat then, and is a prat now'. Unfortunately, no reference to Gom's belief that 'Squirrels are devil-worshippers and they're all out to get me! Not only that, but House Elves are spies for the Ministry of Magic, and Severus Snape is a murderous old heathen.' Some things are better left unsaid. Hey, wait, I just said them then! Oops. Again, a bazillion thank-you's to anyone who bothered reading this, I appreciate it. Please review, I need the input.
Authors Note: I introduced Kieran O'Connell last chapter, and no, he's not really central to the plot. In fact, I could cut him out and it wouldn't affect a thing. He's just there to make the Snapes life even harder. Anyone who is going to complain about Draco/Morag will be beaten with a big stick. Okay, maybe not, but it's very tempting. Also, anyone who's going to complain about the good kicking Draco's about to get can just bugger on off, because I don't have to take this from you.
Thanks to: All the authors of all the fanfics I've been reading lately. I read all the Hermione/Draco fics listed on Rouge Magie's lookyuppythingie, I've read several by Strega Brava (Hermione/Severus is definitely not something I'd've considered), I read Doodlez strangely-LotR-obssessed fics, I've read my own a couple of times, and I've been reading lots and lots of Hogwarts romances. I need help!
Dedications: Dedicated to my sister, who just passed her karate grading whatnots. Also dedicated to my cat.
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Chapter Six: Pride Goeth Before A Fall
-
If anyone was proud of himself, it was Draco Malfoy.
His girlfriend was the prettiest, smartest, and most amazing girl he'd ever met.
Morag Lillith Snape, his very own Lilli.
And if anyone tried to take her away from him…
Draco smiled to himself.
-
Harry had decided something.
He was going to ask Lilli to the ball.
Surely she could see he was better than Malfoy?
Maybe he was bribing her or something.
Harry smiled to himself.
-
Morag was sitting cross-legged on the grass by the lake. She absently watched people who passed her, and occasionally smiled.
Then she saw someone who made her heart stop.
She'd seen that face in pictures.
Pictures her mother had tried to destroy.
But this person was so much younger – it wasn't the same person from her mother's hated pictures.
Was it his son?
Yes, it had to be.
Did he know? What she knew?
Would he care?
He was walking towards her.
She pretended not to notice him, suddenly finding the lake fascinating.
"Hello." It was that boy, the one with the face. He even sounded familiar, that lazy drawl that her mother had tried to imitate when Morag asked about her natural father.
"Hello." She replied, proud that her voice didn't shake.
"I'm Kieran O'Connell. You must be Lilli Snape." He sounded confident, calm, and collected as he sat down next to her. She was shocked to see that he behaved in ways so similar to herself. How dared he? She bit back the angry comments that sprang into her mind.
"Yes, that's me. O'Connell?" she tried not to sound too interested. "I think I've heard that name before."
"Perhaps you've heard of my father, Jonathan." He suggested, and made it sound like she should have. She frowned, but replied calmly.
"Yes, I believe my mother has mentioned him from time to time." That wasn't strictly true – she mentioned him in a conversation about him that only took place because Morag's cousin had a big mouth.
Kieran was curious. This girl did remind him of himself, in ways, and of his father. He had seen a woman so like her in pictures from a party his father went to years and years ago. The woman in the picture had been his father's date, Maria Montaque. He remembered wishing Maria was his mother, she seemed so lovely and kind. His own mother was anything but. Kathryn O'Connell didn't like children, didn't like her son, and didn't even like her husband that much anymore. "What did she say about him?" Kieran asked, genuinely curious. "Nice things?"
Morag stiffened – Kieran saw it. "She said he was…" he could see her fishing for something to say, "she said he was good looking."
That wasn't a lie, Morganna had admitted that.
"I wouldn't know, I don't see father much." Kieran shrugged. He noticed Morag was watching him very carefully, as if testing him.
"He knew my mother in her sixth year." She said finally. "Morganna Montaque. Maybe he's mentioned her to you."
Kieran thought about it. "He's got a picture of he and a Maria Montaque." He offered.
"That's mother. She used her middle name a lot." Morag told him. Kieran was surprised, that woman in the picture – only sixteen? She had looked so sophisticated, mature, kind and loving. She couldn't have been only sixteen! But she was. Kieran had the picture with him; he'd kept it. He used to daydream that she really was his mother, and that she, father, and he lived far away in Ireland, near his grandparents. That she always smiled and she never shouted at him.
"She looked older than sixteen." Was all Kieran said.
"I guess she did, I've seen pictures of her from then." Morag shrugged. "She's here, she works here from time to time, when Les chiffons aux Richesses isn't doing anything important."
"Your mother works for Les chiffons aux Richesses?" he could well believe it. His own mother adored the clothes there, he could remember his father saying 'Kathryn, you should go and live in one of their shops, you evidently like it better than here!'
"Works for it? She owns it, Kieran." Morag seemed amused.
Kieran and Morag continued talking for a long while, both of them wondering if the other knew something.
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The next Saturday, Draco and Morag went to Honeydukes. Harry walked up to the pair as they came out, carrying parcels.
"Morag, can I ask you a question?" he started.
Morag said, with a hint of the humor she'd displayed once before, "You can ask me another question."
Draco didn't seem worried – Potter, competition? Dream on.
"Would you go to the ball with me?" he blurted out.
Morag didn't answer, and before she could, Draco pushed Harry back.
"That's my girlfriend, Potter, you leave her alone!" he said angrily.
"You don't own her! Maybe she doesn't want to go to the ball with a git like you!" Harry shouted back. Morag looked worried, and she backed away from the pair. People were beginning to watch.
"Muggle-lover!"
"Predjudiced prat!"
Nobody was sure who struck the first blow, Harry or Draco. But soon the two of them were fighting, fists flying and insults hurled, amid Morag's cries for them to stop it.
Hermione and Ron dashed up, and Hermione glared at Morag, blaming her. Ron was too busy cheering Harry on.
Morag shrank back from Hermione's angry gaze, but couldn't leave – not with Draco and Harry doing their best to beat each other into the ground.
((Authors Note: As requested by a fellow Role Player, Lance Delta's cameo appearance.))
Draco looked up long enough to see Lance Delta, an American exchange student, give him the finger and then kick him in the head.
It might just have been that blow to the head that tipped the scales in Harry's favor, because Draco was promptly pummeled within an inch of his life, and Harry emerged victorious.
But if he thought that he had won Morag, he could think again.
She gave a low cry, and fell to her knees beside Draco, placing his head gently in her lap. "Are you all right? I have to get you to Madam Pomfrey!"
Harry looked as though the ground had just been yanked out from under him, and it was clear to all there that this was not the reaction he'd been hoping for. Hermione glared at Morag again, but Ron was congratulating Harry on giving Draco the worst/best (depends on your opinion, I suppose) kicking he'd ever received.
It didn't make Harry feel any better.
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"Forget about her, Harry." Hermione advised. "She's trouble, can't you see that? You've got detention for just about your entire life now! McGonagall went through the roof!"
"Yeah, I know." Harry muttered. He still couldn't stop thinking about the way Morag had looked.
"Come on, concentrate. We've got Potions tomorrow, you want her father breathing down your neck for not doing your homework, after you've just beaten his daughter's boyfriend to a pulp?"
Harry had to admit that Hermione had a very good point.
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As they say, Pride Goeth Before A Fall.
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Authors Note: I know, the chapters after the first have been significantly shorter, and this is no exception. All those people who can't stand the idea of Harry nursing a broken heart, tough. Didn't I just let him beat Draco 'to within an inch of his life'? Will nothing please you people? Any complaints, I don't want to hear them – whether they're for or against Draco. Harry gets the glory, Draco gets the girl. That's just how it has to be right now. And if any Draco-fans are angry at his being publicly humiliated, I don't care. I personally like Draco, but come on, you have to admit, the prat had it coming.
Anyone who was wondering, Lance Delta is the character of someone I role played with about half an hour before I wrote this chapter. I got him to read my story (I don't know how much he read, but at least the first chapter because he said that the first chapter was good), and he asked if Lance could make a cameo appearance in the Draco/Harry Fight Scene, giving Draco the finger or something. The kick in the head was my idea. Trust me to come up with something like that.
Thank you to anyone who bothered to read this, thank you so much! And to anyone who likes this, have a look at the short story, 'One Old Owl' (by me). It's from the point of view of Montgomery J Montaque, Morag's owl, and it's him remembering things. Tells you a bit about Morganna, back before she married Snape, and after, tells about her sister Gloria, who is dead, and tells you a bit about Morag herself. Gom darling maintains that Jonathan O'Connell 'was a prat then, and is a prat now'. Unfortunately, no reference to Gom's belief that 'Squirrels are devil-worshippers and they're all out to get me! Not only that, but House Elves are spies for the Ministry of Magic, and Severus Snape is a murderous old heathen.' Some things are better left unsaid. Hey, wait, I just said them then! Oops. Again, a bazillion thank-you's to anyone who bothered reading this, I appreciate it. Please review, I need the input.