Disclaimer: I don't own JK Rowling's world, I just go in there and mess
things up a bit. Well, a lot.
Author's Note: Here it is! Finally! The moment of truth! Who does Morag love most? Is it Draco, or is it Harry? And what will happen over the summer when she makes her decision? **grinning evilly**
Dedicated to: Shannon and Eleanor, who I Hogwarts role-play with the most.
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Chapter Eleven: A Question, An Answer
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"Choose, Morag."
"Yes, choose."
"Choose…Morag,"
"No, I don't want to…"
"Don't want to what? You have to get up, silly." Este gave her friend a shove, and Morag tumbled out of bed.
"I had a dream." Morag said, rubbing her head where she hit it on the floor.
"Anything interesting?" Este asked cheerfully.
"It kept telling me to choose."
"I think I can shed some light on that one. Draco, or Harry?" Este remained cheerful as ever, which was unsurprisingly annoying.
"I probably should choose."
"But you don't want to."
"How do you know?"
"You said 'No, I don't want to', it was somewhat obvious." Este grinned. Morag thwacked her with a pillow.
A large pillow-fight ensued, made even more interesting when Ginny and Hermione leapt into the fray.
~*~
Two hours later – and covered in feathers – the four girls trooped down to get some breakfast, still in their pajamas.
"You look like you've been having fun." George told them nonchalantly. He seemed to be paying particular attention to Este. "I'll be out in the garden if anyone wants me." He sauntered out.
Este was gone in less than a minute, leaving Hermione, Ginny and Morag to collapse against the table in helpless laughter.
"Este and…George?" Ginny managed finally. "That's so unbelievable."
"Believe it, Ginny." Hermione giggled. "George got himself a girlfriend, and she's at least a head shorter than him."
Morag joined the giggling. "It's about time Este got a boyfriend. I was starting to worry, you know. She just never talked about guys…scary. Speaking of, how's Ron, Hermione?" Morag asked slyly.
"Morag!" Hermione made to thwack her, but Morag ducked.
"Oh come on, don't tell me you haven't seen how he looks at you! An idiot can see that…and you most certainly are not an idiot." Ginny rolled her eyes.
Hermione blushed, just a little. "Okay, so I have seen, but I figured he was looking at some french girl behind me or something."
"Trust us, Mione, he was looking at you." Morag nodded fervently. "I'll bet he's just worried about what Viktor might do to him if he actually approached you. Speaking of, how's Viktor?"
Now Hermione really did blush. "I told him I was spending summer vacation here, and he's coming over from Bulgaria."
"Ooh, the possibilities," Morag and Ginny chorused.
"You two are so incorrigible."
"Back it up, Mione, what's incorrigible?" Ginny asked, discombobulated.
~*~
Viktor Krum turned up on the Montaque doorstep not long after. He was staying at a hotel in Paris, and wanted to visit Hermione.
"Is Herm-own-ninny here?" he asked the butler, struggling with her name.
"Miss Hermione is with the other youngsters in the lake." Rene informed him. "Come with me, sir."
When they arrived by the lake, Viktor was accosted with the sight of guys- against-girls tag in the lake, which looked like a whole lotta fun.
"Eeep!" Hermione cried, dodging Fred and bumping into George. "Bugger!"
"One down, three to go!" the boys chorused.
Morag was in the process of eluding Draco when she spotted Viktor.
"Viktor, it's wonderful to see you again," she beamed, having met him when his mother visited a Les chiffons show, "do join us."
"Morag," Viktor smiled at her, "Vare is Herm-own-ninny."
"It's Her-My-Oh-Knee, Viktor, and she's the one being held hostage by the Weasley twins. They're going to tickle her into submission if we don't reveal the location of their underwear." Morag informed him, a wicked gleam in her eyes.
Draco sneaked up behind her and caught her around the waist.
"Gotcha, Mora. Salutations, Krum." Draco drawled, hoisting Morag over his shoulder. "Got to go add Morag to the hostages, sorry old boy. Do join the fun, you could always be the dashing savior. The girls have all been talking about you, Ron was listening at doors last night."
"I was not!" Ron denied, before George and Fred really did have to hold Hermione back.
Poor Ron. Nobody believed him…
Viktor was convinced to join the boys' team, and was watching with amusement as George abandoned Fred to take care of the hostages to speed after Este. Este wasn't really trying to get away…
"That's sickening." Morag murmured into Draco's chest. "Can't they have a big fight, Este come sulking to her friends and George shout things like 'I just don't understand girls'? This is unnatural…"
Brushing a strand of damp hair out of her eyes, Draco grinned wickedly. "No thanks, Mora. I've learnt the hard way – when one girl is angry at her boyfriend, all the other girls are angry at their boyfriends too, and I rather like you in a good mood."
"Does that mean you don't like me when I'm in a bad mood?" Morag pouted, and batted her eyelashes at him.
"Well, I wouldn't say that precisely…you're so ticklish!" Draco tickled her mercilessly, successfully changing the subject.
~*~
The girls, who were guilty of hiding the boys clothing (specifically their underwear, but other items were missing also), ended up hiding together in an old bedroom, on the bed. The clothing in the wardrobe distracted them, and soon the group were enjoying themselves trying on the beautiful gowns contained therein.
"Oh my god," Morag exclaimed, "I know whose room this is – was."
"Whose?" the other girls gathered around her.
"My Aunt Gloria-Anne."
~*~
Hours later, in the evening, Morag was sitting by the fire when Harry and Draco approached her. Evidently, they'd reached some sort of agreement.
"Choose, Morag."
"What?" startled out of her reverie, she had a sinking feeling about what they meant.
"You're sending out all sorts of conflicting messages. We want to know, who is it?" Draco's eyes bored into her.
Harry was silent.
"Can I think about it?" Morag asked.
"No, Morag, you can't." Harry told her. "You've had so much time already, time will make no real difference. Choose with your heart, not your mind, and we will abide."
"Draco." Morag whispered. "I choose Draco."
Harry turned and left. Morag watched his receding back, and then allowed herself to be wrapped up in Draco's arms and just sat there, as he held her, tears prickling her eyes.
~*~
Author's Note: the next chapter will be focused more on the adults. Important things to look out for in following chapters:
What happens when Narcissa meets Morganna's devilishly handsome older brother, Gerad? He and his daughters are coming back from California a little earlier than expected.
Are John and Luci (pronounced Loo-Shee, just so you know) going to remarry? What will Clayton do?
Are Clayton and Babette an item, or is Babette falling for a certain red head?
Harry and…Elena Montaque? The man famous for referring to his brother in law as 'Monkey Boy' brings his daughters home for the remainder of the summer, sparks fly between Harry and a girl who, while she is almost identical to Morag, is the complete opposite of her cousin.
Will Hermione dump Viktor for Ron, or is Ron destined for a pretty little french maiden?
What will Viktor do when he sees the way Ron looks at his girlfriend?
Dear Aunt Lacci – you know, the one that likes torturing people and had her father telling people that their daughters died of 'accidents' when she went a little overboard with one of the maids that were her usual victims – is coming home, and Morganna wants to hide. What happens?
So, there's some previews, do review!
Author's Note: Here it is! Finally! The moment of truth! Who does Morag love most? Is it Draco, or is it Harry? And what will happen over the summer when she makes her decision? **grinning evilly**
Dedicated to: Shannon and Eleanor, who I Hogwarts role-play with the most.
~*~
Chapter Eleven: A Question, An Answer
~*~
"Choose, Morag."
"Yes, choose."
"Choose…Morag,"
"No, I don't want to…"
"Don't want to what? You have to get up, silly." Este gave her friend a shove, and Morag tumbled out of bed.
"I had a dream." Morag said, rubbing her head where she hit it on the floor.
"Anything interesting?" Este asked cheerfully.
"It kept telling me to choose."
"I think I can shed some light on that one. Draco, or Harry?" Este remained cheerful as ever, which was unsurprisingly annoying.
"I probably should choose."
"But you don't want to."
"How do you know?"
"You said 'No, I don't want to', it was somewhat obvious." Este grinned. Morag thwacked her with a pillow.
A large pillow-fight ensued, made even more interesting when Ginny and Hermione leapt into the fray.
~*~
Two hours later – and covered in feathers – the four girls trooped down to get some breakfast, still in their pajamas.
"You look like you've been having fun." George told them nonchalantly. He seemed to be paying particular attention to Este. "I'll be out in the garden if anyone wants me." He sauntered out.
Este was gone in less than a minute, leaving Hermione, Ginny and Morag to collapse against the table in helpless laughter.
"Este and…George?" Ginny managed finally. "That's so unbelievable."
"Believe it, Ginny." Hermione giggled. "George got himself a girlfriend, and she's at least a head shorter than him."
Morag joined the giggling. "It's about time Este got a boyfriend. I was starting to worry, you know. She just never talked about guys…scary. Speaking of, how's Ron, Hermione?" Morag asked slyly.
"Morag!" Hermione made to thwack her, but Morag ducked.
"Oh come on, don't tell me you haven't seen how he looks at you! An idiot can see that…and you most certainly are not an idiot." Ginny rolled her eyes.
Hermione blushed, just a little. "Okay, so I have seen, but I figured he was looking at some french girl behind me or something."
"Trust us, Mione, he was looking at you." Morag nodded fervently. "I'll bet he's just worried about what Viktor might do to him if he actually approached you. Speaking of, how's Viktor?"
Now Hermione really did blush. "I told him I was spending summer vacation here, and he's coming over from Bulgaria."
"Ooh, the possibilities," Morag and Ginny chorused.
"You two are so incorrigible."
"Back it up, Mione, what's incorrigible?" Ginny asked, discombobulated.
~*~
Viktor Krum turned up on the Montaque doorstep not long after. He was staying at a hotel in Paris, and wanted to visit Hermione.
"Is Herm-own-ninny here?" he asked the butler, struggling with her name.
"Miss Hermione is with the other youngsters in the lake." Rene informed him. "Come with me, sir."
When they arrived by the lake, Viktor was accosted with the sight of guys- against-girls tag in the lake, which looked like a whole lotta fun.
"Eeep!" Hermione cried, dodging Fred and bumping into George. "Bugger!"
"One down, three to go!" the boys chorused.
Morag was in the process of eluding Draco when she spotted Viktor.
"Viktor, it's wonderful to see you again," she beamed, having met him when his mother visited a Les chiffons show, "do join us."
"Morag," Viktor smiled at her, "Vare is Herm-own-ninny."
"It's Her-My-Oh-Knee, Viktor, and she's the one being held hostage by the Weasley twins. They're going to tickle her into submission if we don't reveal the location of their underwear." Morag informed him, a wicked gleam in her eyes.
Draco sneaked up behind her and caught her around the waist.
"Gotcha, Mora. Salutations, Krum." Draco drawled, hoisting Morag over his shoulder. "Got to go add Morag to the hostages, sorry old boy. Do join the fun, you could always be the dashing savior. The girls have all been talking about you, Ron was listening at doors last night."
"I was not!" Ron denied, before George and Fred really did have to hold Hermione back.
Poor Ron. Nobody believed him…
Viktor was convinced to join the boys' team, and was watching with amusement as George abandoned Fred to take care of the hostages to speed after Este. Este wasn't really trying to get away…
"That's sickening." Morag murmured into Draco's chest. "Can't they have a big fight, Este come sulking to her friends and George shout things like 'I just don't understand girls'? This is unnatural…"
Brushing a strand of damp hair out of her eyes, Draco grinned wickedly. "No thanks, Mora. I've learnt the hard way – when one girl is angry at her boyfriend, all the other girls are angry at their boyfriends too, and I rather like you in a good mood."
"Does that mean you don't like me when I'm in a bad mood?" Morag pouted, and batted her eyelashes at him.
"Well, I wouldn't say that precisely…you're so ticklish!" Draco tickled her mercilessly, successfully changing the subject.
~*~
The girls, who were guilty of hiding the boys clothing (specifically their underwear, but other items were missing also), ended up hiding together in an old bedroom, on the bed. The clothing in the wardrobe distracted them, and soon the group were enjoying themselves trying on the beautiful gowns contained therein.
"Oh my god," Morag exclaimed, "I know whose room this is – was."
"Whose?" the other girls gathered around her.
"My Aunt Gloria-Anne."
~*~
Hours later, in the evening, Morag was sitting by the fire when Harry and Draco approached her. Evidently, they'd reached some sort of agreement.
"Choose, Morag."
"What?" startled out of her reverie, she had a sinking feeling about what they meant.
"You're sending out all sorts of conflicting messages. We want to know, who is it?" Draco's eyes bored into her.
Harry was silent.
"Can I think about it?" Morag asked.
"No, Morag, you can't." Harry told her. "You've had so much time already, time will make no real difference. Choose with your heart, not your mind, and we will abide."
"Draco." Morag whispered. "I choose Draco."
Harry turned and left. Morag watched his receding back, and then allowed herself to be wrapped up in Draco's arms and just sat there, as he held her, tears prickling her eyes.
~*~
Author's Note: the next chapter will be focused more on the adults. Important things to look out for in following chapters:
What happens when Narcissa meets Morganna's devilishly handsome older brother, Gerad? He and his daughters are coming back from California a little earlier than expected.
Are John and Luci (pronounced Loo-Shee, just so you know) going to remarry? What will Clayton do?
Are Clayton and Babette an item, or is Babette falling for a certain red head?
Harry and…Elena Montaque? The man famous for referring to his brother in law as 'Monkey Boy' brings his daughters home for the remainder of the summer, sparks fly between Harry and a girl who, while she is almost identical to Morag, is the complete opposite of her cousin.
Will Hermione dump Viktor for Ron, or is Ron destined for a pretty little french maiden?
What will Viktor do when he sees the way Ron looks at his girlfriend?
Dear Aunt Lacci – you know, the one that likes torturing people and had her father telling people that their daughters died of 'accidents' when she went a little overboard with one of the maids that were her usual victims – is coming home, and Morganna wants to hide. What happens?
So, there's some previews, do review!
