I do not own Harry Potter or Sailor Moon.
1. Thank you everyone for all of the wonderful reviews! To a few of you- don't worry, Draco's not going to be the "bad guy".
2. I think this chapter is of decent length, unlike chapter three.
Hehe: An update a day keeps the flamers away! 6__6
"Heartless: Games of the Mind" Chapter Four
by August Sere
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A BIG thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far. To the newest reviews:
ARIGATO MINNA-SAN!!
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The Malfoys have always been a prominent family in wizarding society as long as anyone can remember. Their alleged involvement with Voldemort had no permanent effect on their status- at least among the upper crust of society- since the charges against Lucius Malfoy were dropped after the disappearance and supposed death of Voldemort. Whether this redemption was deserved is irrelevant; the Malfoys were on top, and they knew it. Their money, power, and influence within the Ministry had led many to fear them, and few dared to cross them or question their power.
Throughout history, what has accompanied prominence and wealth has been, inevitable, a desire of the less influential to join their societal greaters. The great influence of the Malfoy family within wizarding society, combined with their amassed wealth, put the Malfoy heir, Draco Malfoy, at the top of the rich, similarly high-statused eligible girls' list of "suitable bachelors." Rich, handsome, and powerful, Draco Malfoy was superficially everything one could want in a husband of upper society.
His wife would need to be similarly well-bred. She would need to be a hostess to the "best" (read: richest and most powerful) of wizards. She would need to have control over her emotions, she would need to have tact; to know her status within society, and how to properly show it.
And so, it was with the best of intentions, that Usagi Moon was spelled to the back of her chair one day at breakfast time on Malfoy Manor, by none other that Narcissa Malfoy herself.
"Why am I tied to the chair like this?! I can't even reach my fork or cup..." Usagi whined. "Draco..."
At this, Lucius Malfoy, without looking in his son's direction, said, in a clipped voice, "Ignore her."
Draco nodded quickly, turning his attention back to the meal in front of him, but discreetly continuing to listen
to the cool voice of his mother.
"Usagi Moon! You are acceptable to us because of your blue-bloodline and our son's love for you!" An extremely muffled sound of Draco momentarily choking on his food -or was it scoffing?- could be heard. Narcissa lowered her voice before continuing, "But, you were raised by those disgusting muggles, and it is my job to make sure that no one knows about it but the three of us!" She gestured to Draco, Lucius and herself. "I am going to make you into the proper and proud witch you must be; and that includes making sure you have good posture," she said, gesturing one of her hands toward the invisible bonds which held Usagi sitting completely upright. "If you are to be the wife of a Malfoy, you will not shame us by giving your upbringing away!"
"Which muggles are you talking about? I don't remember them, yet." It had been a few weeks, but Usagi had failed to regain any of the numerous memories she had lost, something which she herself found to be very curious. Narcissa's eyebrows raised, and she glanced sharply at her husband for help. Lucius fixed his cold gaze on Draco, who was sitting next to Usagi.
"Draco."
"Yes, father?"
"Perhaps you and Usagi should do something today." The tone of Lucius' voice indicated that his statement was an order, and not a suggestion.
Draco looked toward his father. "What would you suggest, father?" he asked, feigning interest.
"I have arranged for a spot in the top box to be reserved at today's Quiddich home game, England vs. Ireland." Draco nodded,
having known from the beginning of the conversation that he had little choice in the matter. If his father mentioned something, it usually meant that plans had already been made.
"Oh, a quidditch game! I haven't been to one in so long!" Usagi exclaimed, eagerness radiating through her voice.
Narcissa looked at Usagi, raising her wand. "Silencio!" Usagi tried to say something else, frowning when she realized that the Lady Malfoy had impaired her ability to do so. "Usagi... You must not speak in such a manner." She pursed her lips, as if
sucking a lemon, and raised her nose. "If you feel you must speak, do so quietly."
Usagi nodded respectfully, before glaring vehemently at the older woman, once she had turned away. Draco smirked, and thought to himself, 'she suits well, better than that Parkinson, at least. That muck never even pretended to respect my parents. I'm suprised Father didn't kill her when he had the chance.' Glancing towards Usagi, he noticed she was trying to say something, and released the silence spell.
Usagi let out a soft sigh, before saying, "May I be excused?"
Draco glanced at her. "You haven't eaten."
Usagi sighed again. "I think it's obvious why," she said, no longer fighting against the bonds which forced her to sit extremely upright against her chair.
Narcissa nodded, saying, "You are to go and get dressed for the Quidditch game. Wear the silver dress with the black cloak.
Mesadith has set it out for you already." She quickly used her wand to release the bonds on Usagi, who, grateful for her freedom of movement, walked slowly away from the table, and up the stairs in the main hall.
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'Ugh! This place is like a prison!!' Usagi thought dejectedly. She was currently lying in the center of her canopy bed, after having dressed in the outfit assigned by Draco's mother. The bunny flopped her arms out either side of her, sighing. 'Who does that woman think she is, my nanny? I know perfectly well how to dress myself,' Usagi thought to herself, even though she had never been, in-person, to a quiddich game before, and had only read about it briefly during her summers of self-study. Ignoring the fact that she in fact knew nothing about what to wear to any formal wizarding event, Usa chose to glare at the ceiling. 'And his father...' she scowled.
Usagi's mental ravings were interrupted by a knock on the door. Without waiting for a response, the offending hand opened the door, and Draco entered the room, followed by a small house-elf who was carrying a food tray. Usagi sat up once someone entered the room, immediately smoothing her skirt. She relaxed though, once she saw it was Draco, and not his mother. She stared at him, her eyes briefly following the house-elf as the young female set the tray down on a dresser, before the creature skittered forward nervously, stopping in front of Draco. He scowled at it. "Dismissed," he said coldly, and Usagi frowned. She had learned recently exactly what a house elf was and how the Malfoys treated them, and she did not like the situation one bit. Usagi watched as the creature scurried out of the door, and the blonde girl called out a quick thankyou before Draco shut the door roughly.
Usagi glanced questioningly between Draco and the tray of food. He raised an eyebrow, frowning at her.
"I thought you might want something to eat." She observed him. He was wearing a pair of black pants, with a vest and shirt; across his shoulders hung a long cloak, held together by a gold chain with an M-shaped clasp. His pale blond hair was slicked back, and he wore his family crest on the outside of his cloak. She contemplated this. He looked *good*. She blushed. He frowned at her.
"Are you ill?" He scowled when she didn't respond. "I'm leaving." This startled Usagi out of her reverie.
"Huh? No, don't go! Stay awhile." He scowled in response to this, though inwardly he wasn't particularly irritated by her request.
"Fine." He stood stiffly by the door, looking as awkward and out of place as was to be expected of a Malfoy in such a situation. She moved over to the tray, where she saw tea and a few cakes. 'Yum....' she thought, and took the tray over to the bed, where she sat down with it.
She began to eat, forcing herself not to devour the cakes and thereby disgust Draco.
A few minutes later, she looked in his direction, and almost burst out laughing. He was standing, one arm crossed over the other in front of his chest, and scowling at the opposite... wall?? She stifled her laugh, but a few giggles manages to escape. He looked over in her direction, obviously having heard the noise. He scowled.
"What?" he asked, frowning.
Usagi shook her head. "Nothing, it's just you looked so serious." She smiled.
Draco almost scowled at her again, but suddenly remembered what his father wanted. He walked over to her, watching as she put a bit of honey, in her tea, and took a sip. Usagi, as if suddenly noticing his presence, looked up at him.
"Yes, Draco?" She smiled tentatively.
He looked down at her, where she sat on the bed. "Maybe I have things to be serious about, Usagi," he said, staring at her.
"Oh, you do, do you?" She finished her tea and cakes and stood up, moving over to stand in front of the mirror. Then, she
picked up the silver brush and began to bring it through her hair. Suddenly he was right behind her, as she could see in the mirror, and she gasped, causing him to smirk. Usagi frowned. "What if I don't believe you??" she said jokingly, moving towards the door. She figured it was probably pretty close to their departure time anyway, and she wanted to be out of the same room as Draco.
"I'll make you believe me," he said, turning her around forcefully, and kissing her.
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Okay, sorry to all the Harry/Usagi fans, but this chapter was for the Dracousa-ers (again). Don't worry, Harry and Usagi will have their time soon! ^_^
Please review! I haven't written anything in awhile, and I plan on continuing this, but I would really appreciate reviews. Comments, suggestions, questions- all are welcome! I would LOVELOVELOVE constructive criticism! For example, if you could alert me of: any plot holes, grammatical mistakes, OOC-ness, etc... I am serious; I strictly believe that for a writer to improve, their work must be constantly analyzed and edited for the better.
If you address any of these issues, your vote for the pairing of this story (provided you include it also in your review) will count as two votes, rather than just one. I am giving this incentive to encourage the writing of constructive reviews.
Ja ne,
August Sere
1. Thank you everyone for all of the wonderful reviews! To a few of you- don't worry, Draco's not going to be the "bad guy".
2. I think this chapter is of decent length, unlike chapter three.
Hehe: An update a day keeps the flamers away! 6__6
"Heartless: Games of the Mind" Chapter Four
by August Sere
-----
A BIG thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far. To the newest reviews:
ARIGATO MINNA-SAN!!
-----------
The Malfoys have always been a prominent family in wizarding society as long as anyone can remember. Their alleged involvement with Voldemort had no permanent effect on their status- at least among the upper crust of society- since the charges against Lucius Malfoy were dropped after the disappearance and supposed death of Voldemort. Whether this redemption was deserved is irrelevant; the Malfoys were on top, and they knew it. Their money, power, and influence within the Ministry had led many to fear them, and few dared to cross them or question their power.
Throughout history, what has accompanied prominence and wealth has been, inevitable, a desire of the less influential to join their societal greaters. The great influence of the Malfoy family within wizarding society, combined with their amassed wealth, put the Malfoy heir, Draco Malfoy, at the top of the rich, similarly high-statused eligible girls' list of "suitable bachelors." Rich, handsome, and powerful, Draco Malfoy was superficially everything one could want in a husband of upper society.
His wife would need to be similarly well-bred. She would need to be a hostess to the "best" (read: richest and most powerful) of wizards. She would need to have control over her emotions, she would need to have tact; to know her status within society, and how to properly show it.
And so, it was with the best of intentions, that Usagi Moon was spelled to the back of her chair one day at breakfast time on Malfoy Manor, by none other that Narcissa Malfoy herself.
"Why am I tied to the chair like this?! I can't even reach my fork or cup..." Usagi whined. "Draco..."
At this, Lucius Malfoy, without looking in his son's direction, said, in a clipped voice, "Ignore her."
Draco nodded quickly, turning his attention back to the meal in front of him, but discreetly continuing to listen
to the cool voice of his mother.
"Usagi Moon! You are acceptable to us because of your blue-bloodline and our son's love for you!" An extremely muffled sound of Draco momentarily choking on his food -or was it scoffing?- could be heard. Narcissa lowered her voice before continuing, "But, you were raised by those disgusting muggles, and it is my job to make sure that no one knows about it but the three of us!" She gestured to Draco, Lucius and herself. "I am going to make you into the proper and proud witch you must be; and that includes making sure you have good posture," she said, gesturing one of her hands toward the invisible bonds which held Usagi sitting completely upright. "If you are to be the wife of a Malfoy, you will not shame us by giving your upbringing away!"
"Which muggles are you talking about? I don't remember them, yet." It had been a few weeks, but Usagi had failed to regain any of the numerous memories she had lost, something which she herself found to be very curious. Narcissa's eyebrows raised, and she glanced sharply at her husband for help. Lucius fixed his cold gaze on Draco, who was sitting next to Usagi.
"Draco."
"Yes, father?"
"Perhaps you and Usagi should do something today." The tone of Lucius' voice indicated that his statement was an order, and not a suggestion.
Draco looked toward his father. "What would you suggest, father?" he asked, feigning interest.
"I have arranged for a spot in the top box to be reserved at today's Quiddich home game, England vs. Ireland." Draco nodded,
having known from the beginning of the conversation that he had little choice in the matter. If his father mentioned something, it usually meant that plans had already been made.
"Oh, a quidditch game! I haven't been to one in so long!" Usagi exclaimed, eagerness radiating through her voice.
Narcissa looked at Usagi, raising her wand. "Silencio!" Usagi tried to say something else, frowning when she realized that the Lady Malfoy had impaired her ability to do so. "Usagi... You must not speak in such a manner." She pursed her lips, as if
sucking a lemon, and raised her nose. "If you feel you must speak, do so quietly."
Usagi nodded respectfully, before glaring vehemently at the older woman, once she had turned away. Draco smirked, and thought to himself, 'she suits well, better than that Parkinson, at least. That muck never even pretended to respect my parents. I'm suprised Father didn't kill her when he had the chance.' Glancing towards Usagi, he noticed she was trying to say something, and released the silence spell.
Usagi let out a soft sigh, before saying, "May I be excused?"
Draco glanced at her. "You haven't eaten."
Usagi sighed again. "I think it's obvious why," she said, no longer fighting against the bonds which forced her to sit extremely upright against her chair.
Narcissa nodded, saying, "You are to go and get dressed for the Quidditch game. Wear the silver dress with the black cloak.
Mesadith has set it out for you already." She quickly used her wand to release the bonds on Usagi, who, grateful for her freedom of movement, walked slowly away from the table, and up the stairs in the main hall.
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'Ugh! This place is like a prison!!' Usagi thought dejectedly. She was currently lying in the center of her canopy bed, after having dressed in the outfit assigned by Draco's mother. The bunny flopped her arms out either side of her, sighing. 'Who does that woman think she is, my nanny? I know perfectly well how to dress myself,' Usagi thought to herself, even though she had never been, in-person, to a quiddich game before, and had only read about it briefly during her summers of self-study. Ignoring the fact that she in fact knew nothing about what to wear to any formal wizarding event, Usa chose to glare at the ceiling. 'And his father...' she scowled.
Usagi's mental ravings were interrupted by a knock on the door. Without waiting for a response, the offending hand opened the door, and Draco entered the room, followed by a small house-elf who was carrying a food tray. Usagi sat up once someone entered the room, immediately smoothing her skirt. She relaxed though, once she saw it was Draco, and not his mother. She stared at him, her eyes briefly following the house-elf as the young female set the tray down on a dresser, before the creature skittered forward nervously, stopping in front of Draco. He scowled at it. "Dismissed," he said coldly, and Usagi frowned. She had learned recently exactly what a house elf was and how the Malfoys treated them, and she did not like the situation one bit. Usagi watched as the creature scurried out of the door, and the blonde girl called out a quick thankyou before Draco shut the door roughly.
Usagi glanced questioningly between Draco and the tray of food. He raised an eyebrow, frowning at her.
"I thought you might want something to eat." She observed him. He was wearing a pair of black pants, with a vest and shirt; across his shoulders hung a long cloak, held together by a gold chain with an M-shaped clasp. His pale blond hair was slicked back, and he wore his family crest on the outside of his cloak. She contemplated this. He looked *good*. She blushed. He frowned at her.
"Are you ill?" He scowled when she didn't respond. "I'm leaving." This startled Usagi out of her reverie.
"Huh? No, don't go! Stay awhile." He scowled in response to this, though inwardly he wasn't particularly irritated by her request.
"Fine." He stood stiffly by the door, looking as awkward and out of place as was to be expected of a Malfoy in such a situation. She moved over to the tray, where she saw tea and a few cakes. 'Yum....' she thought, and took the tray over to the bed, where she sat down with it.
She began to eat, forcing herself not to devour the cakes and thereby disgust Draco.
A few minutes later, she looked in his direction, and almost burst out laughing. He was standing, one arm crossed over the other in front of his chest, and scowling at the opposite... wall?? She stifled her laugh, but a few giggles manages to escape. He looked over in her direction, obviously having heard the noise. He scowled.
"What?" he asked, frowning.
Usagi shook her head. "Nothing, it's just you looked so serious." She smiled.
Draco almost scowled at her again, but suddenly remembered what his father wanted. He walked over to her, watching as she put a bit of honey, in her tea, and took a sip. Usagi, as if suddenly noticing his presence, looked up at him.
"Yes, Draco?" She smiled tentatively.
He looked down at her, where she sat on the bed. "Maybe I have things to be serious about, Usagi," he said, staring at her.
"Oh, you do, do you?" She finished her tea and cakes and stood up, moving over to stand in front of the mirror. Then, she
picked up the silver brush and began to bring it through her hair. Suddenly he was right behind her, as she could see in the mirror, and she gasped, causing him to smirk. Usagi frowned. "What if I don't believe you??" she said jokingly, moving towards the door. She figured it was probably pretty close to their departure time anyway, and she wanted to be out of the same room as Draco.
"I'll make you believe me," he said, turning her around forcefully, and kissing her.
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Okay, sorry to all the Harry/Usagi fans, but this chapter was for the Dracousa-ers (again). Don't worry, Harry and Usagi will have their time soon! ^_^
Please review! I haven't written anything in awhile, and I plan on continuing this, but I would really appreciate reviews. Comments, suggestions, questions- all are welcome! I would LOVELOVELOVE constructive criticism! For example, if you could alert me of: any plot holes, grammatical mistakes, OOC-ness, etc... I am serious; I strictly believe that for a writer to improve, their work must be constantly analyzed and edited for the better.
If you address any of these issues, your vote for the pairing of this story (provided you include it also in your review) will count as two votes, rather than just one. I am giving this incentive to encourage the writing of constructive reviews.
Ja ne,
August Sere