A/N: now you will finally meet Narcissa. Let me warn you she's evil. And a
question, I've started another story about Lily based on the idea of this
one that she's Molly's daughter. I know everyone in the world has their own
version of lily's years at hogwarts and the marauders meeting and all that
but mine has a little bit of a different spin on it. Let me know if I
should start to post that one. If I get enough reviews telling me I should,
I will. And somebody give me a good title for it.
* * *
Molly raced to the library with the pictures clutched in her hand. She couldn't wait to talk to Sophie.
"Well?" Sophie jumped up.
Molly shushed her and looked around.
"Sorry," Sophie whispered, "What happened?"
"Come on," Molly led her over to a quiet table away from the other students who were trying to study. When she was sure no one was looking, she handed the pictures to Sophie.
"Oh, Molly," Sophie gushed, "she's beautiful."
"Isn't she?" Molly took back the pictures. She tapped them once with her wand and muttered an incantation so that no one else could see the image. Then before she put them into her pocket she tapped them once more so that they wouldn't be bent or crushed.
"Did you get to talk to Arthur, then?" Sophie asked.
"Not really. But I did ask him if he liked Mattie."
"What did he say?"
"No." The expression on Molly's face was unreadable.
"So then what about this thing with Lucius?"
"We had a really good time. He was really. . . nice."
"Is he a good kisser?" Sophie whispered suddenly.
Molly blushed, "Yeah."
"Well you're going out with him again. Do think you'll kiss again, maybe even. . .you know."
"Oh I don't think I'm ready for that quite yet," Molly said quickly, "After all, when Arthur and I did it, it was all kind of an accident, really."
There was a gasp and a crash as a load of books fell to the floor. Both girls looked up only in time to see a girl with frizzy dishwater blond hair running out the door.
"Who was that?" Molly asked, worried.
"Second year, Slytherin I think. Her name is Sissy or something."
"Do you think she heard anything?"
* * *
Narcissa Cratt burst into the Slytherin common room and immediately found who she was looking for. Lucius Malfoy was sitting in his favorite green chair in front of the fire looking into the flames.
"Well, Lucius," Narcissa began silkily, with an evil glint in her eye, "Looks like your red-headed goddess isn't as pure as you thought she was." She turned to go, knowing he would stop her.
He rose from his chair and grabbed her shoulder, "What are you on about, Cissa?"
She turned and looked into his stormy grey eyes, wishing he would kiss her like she'd seen him kiss Molly, "Molly O'Grady is a slut! I heard her say it. She's been givin' it away to Arthur Weasley."
Lucius silenced her with a hard slap across the face.
Her hand went up to her cheek.
"You're lying."
I'm not," she continued with a quiver in her voice, "Ask her yourself." The girl turned and headed for her dormitory. 'You will be mine, Lucius Malfoy,' she thought, 'even if I have to sell my soul to the dark lord himself. You will be mine.'
* * *
Molly raced to the library with the pictures clutched in her hand. She couldn't wait to talk to Sophie.
"Well?" Sophie jumped up.
Molly shushed her and looked around.
"Sorry," Sophie whispered, "What happened?"
"Come on," Molly led her over to a quiet table away from the other students who were trying to study. When she was sure no one was looking, she handed the pictures to Sophie.
"Oh, Molly," Sophie gushed, "she's beautiful."
"Isn't she?" Molly took back the pictures. She tapped them once with her wand and muttered an incantation so that no one else could see the image. Then before she put them into her pocket she tapped them once more so that they wouldn't be bent or crushed.
"Did you get to talk to Arthur, then?" Sophie asked.
"Not really. But I did ask him if he liked Mattie."
"What did he say?"
"No." The expression on Molly's face was unreadable.
"So then what about this thing with Lucius?"
"We had a really good time. He was really. . . nice."
"Is he a good kisser?" Sophie whispered suddenly.
Molly blushed, "Yeah."
"Well you're going out with him again. Do think you'll kiss again, maybe even. . .you know."
"Oh I don't think I'm ready for that quite yet," Molly said quickly, "After all, when Arthur and I did it, it was all kind of an accident, really."
There was a gasp and a crash as a load of books fell to the floor. Both girls looked up only in time to see a girl with frizzy dishwater blond hair running out the door.
"Who was that?" Molly asked, worried.
"Second year, Slytherin I think. Her name is Sissy or something."
"Do you think she heard anything?"
* * *
Narcissa Cratt burst into the Slytherin common room and immediately found who she was looking for. Lucius Malfoy was sitting in his favorite green chair in front of the fire looking into the flames.
"Well, Lucius," Narcissa began silkily, with an evil glint in her eye, "Looks like your red-headed goddess isn't as pure as you thought she was." She turned to go, knowing he would stop her.
He rose from his chair and grabbed her shoulder, "What are you on about, Cissa?"
She turned and looked into his stormy grey eyes, wishing he would kiss her like she'd seen him kiss Molly, "Molly O'Grady is a slut! I heard her say it. She's been givin' it away to Arthur Weasley."
Lucius silenced her with a hard slap across the face.
Her hand went up to her cheek.
"You're lying."
I'm not," she continued with a quiver in her voice, "Ask her yourself." The girl turned and headed for her dormitory. 'You will be mine, Lucius Malfoy,' she thought, 'even if I have to sell my soul to the dark lord himself. You will be mine.'