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Something Tells Me You're The One
By Roni Black
Chapter Ten
"Hermione Granger?" Narcissa blinked. For one moment, this name didn't mean anything to her. Then she remembered. "Oh!"
"Yeah, I know, I used to study with your son in Hogwarts and yes, I am a Muggle-born," said Hermione.
"You are, aren't you?" said Narcissa, getting off the bed. "So, Miss Granger, may I ask what you're doing in my bedroom?"
"I've come to have a word with you," replied Hermione calmly.
"About what?"
"About your son."
"My son? What do you have to do with my son?" Narcissa looked at her suspiciously.
"I care about your son's happiness," said Hermione.
"My son's happiness? What do you mean?" Narcissa was beginning to get impatient.
"Your son is going to marry Ginny Weasley."
"I'm aware of that."
"And you don't like this fact."
"I most certainly don't."
"Why?"
Narcissa stared at the young woman. "Why should I tell you?" she demanded, annoyed.
"Because I care about your son."
"Why? You don't want to marry him yourself, do you? Oh, I forgot, you're with another Weasley." She turned angrily to the wall.
Hermione didn't say anything for a moment. When she spoke again, her voice was hesitant. "Can you explain to me what's wrong about marrying a Weasley?"
"The mere fact that it's a Weasley!" said Narcissa furiously.
"But what is so wrong about it?"
"They're all traitors."
"Why?"
"Because they think Muggles have equal rights and they are all Gryffindors and - why am I telling you all this?" Narcissa turned again to face Hermione, "I don't owe you anything!"
"Of course you don't," Hermione agreed. "I'm just interested in your opinion."
"Why?"
"Because I wonder how these opinions became so strong, you let them overcome you and ruin your relationship with your son."
"WHAT?!" Narcissa stared at her, hardly believing her ears. "How - how dare you! Breaking in as if you owned the place - get out! Now! I want you to leave!"
"Fine," said Hermione calmly, as if she had expected this. "I guess you wouldn't be interested in the fact that your son says that the only thing preventing him from being totally happy is your disagreement?"
Hermione turned and pretended she was going to leave. But after a few seconds, she heard the expected response: "Wait."
Hermione turned around again, slowly, to face Narcissa.
"D-did Draco really say that?" Narcissa whispered.
"Yes," Hermione answered.
Narcissa stared at her for a long time, her eyes filled with tears. Finally, she spoke, in a voice that was hardly louder than a whisper. "Help me."
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*Three days later*
Dear Hermione,
Thank you so much for helping us with my mother. She is finally ready to accept Ginny. At the moment she's staying with us at the hotel, but we're worried about my father. He may come to look for her, and if he finds out that she agrees to the wedding, things will get ugly.
Yours sincerely,
Draco
"Draco! You wouldn't believe it!" Ginny burst into the room, smiling broadly. "Hermione has convinced my mom!"
"Really? Wow, that's terrific!" Draco got up and hugged her.
"We can get married this weekend," she whispered.
"I can't wait," he whispered back.
They stared at each other for another moment and suddenly their lips were connected in a long, desparate kiss.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Everybody, listen."
The Weasleys, Harry and Hermione were sitting around the dinner table and eating, when Mrs. Weasley asked to speak.
"Ginny is getting married tomorrow."
Everybody fell silent, and all the glances, except for Hermione's, were filled with horror.
"Yes," continued Mrs. Weasley. "I will not deny that I am not very satisfied with her choice."
"But...?" said Charlie sharply.
"But, Ginny is my daughter, and she's never given me any reason not to trust her judgement." Mrs. Weasley took a deep breath and said: "I have given my permission to this wedding."
She had excpected everyone to start yelling and shouting in anger. Instead, they stared at her as if she were nuts and dangerous.
Finally, Fred spoke. "May I ask WHY you did such a thing?"
"Because I trust Ginny, and I want her to be happy. And if Draco Malfoy makes her happy - I won't stop her."
Everybody remained silent.
"Listen," said Mrs. Weasey impatiently. "Tomorrow evening is Ginny's wedding. If you care about her happiness, come. If you don't - don't come, but think of how hurt she would be."
"SHE would be hurt?" said George bitterly, "What about US? Aren't WE hurt at all?"
"You're - "
"Ginny's last name is going to be Malfoy tomorrow, and you are permitting it!" cried Fred.
"It's not a - "
"Dad, how can you let this happen?" said George loudly, "Your daughter is marrying a Malfoy and you don't care?!"
"Of course I care!" said Mr. Weasley, his eyes flaming. "I don't agree with her choice, but Ginny is officially an adult now, and she has the right to choose - "
"So you're not going to say anything about it?"
"I already did! But since she hasn't listened, there's nothing I can do more!"
"Fred, Ginny will get married whether we like it or not," said Mrs. Weasley. "We can come to the wedding and show her we care for her, even if we're not happy with her choice, or we can stay at home and make her think we're not her family any more, just because she's married."
"You can't control love," said Hermione quietly, "Ginny did not choose to love Draco."
"Anyway, I will go to the wedding," announced Mrs. Weasley.
"Me too," said Hermione at once.
"Count me in," said Mr. Weasley with a long sigh.
"I'll go, too," said Ron, surprising everyone. When he felt the surprise, he added: "What? She's my sister! How can I miss my own sister's wedding?"
"I think you're right," said Bill suddenly. "I'll come."
"Then I'll come too," said Allison, his wife.
Charlie, Fred and George exchanged glances.
Charlie sighed. "OK. Don't take this as if I'm happy to join or something, but I'll go."
Fred and George were still silent. Everybody looked at them, anticipating their reaction. Suddenly George stood up and left the room, and Fred quickly followed.
The room was still quiet.
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A/N: Again, REVIEWS PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!
Another thing: I'm starting to think about my next fanfic. Any suggestions?
Something Tells Me You're The One
By Roni Black
Chapter Ten
"Hermione Granger?" Narcissa blinked. For one moment, this name didn't mean anything to her. Then she remembered. "Oh!"
"Yeah, I know, I used to study with your son in Hogwarts and yes, I am a Muggle-born," said Hermione.
"You are, aren't you?" said Narcissa, getting off the bed. "So, Miss Granger, may I ask what you're doing in my bedroom?"
"I've come to have a word with you," replied Hermione calmly.
"About what?"
"About your son."
"My son? What do you have to do with my son?" Narcissa looked at her suspiciously.
"I care about your son's happiness," said Hermione.
"My son's happiness? What do you mean?" Narcissa was beginning to get impatient.
"Your son is going to marry Ginny Weasley."
"I'm aware of that."
"And you don't like this fact."
"I most certainly don't."
"Why?"
Narcissa stared at the young woman. "Why should I tell you?" she demanded, annoyed.
"Because I care about your son."
"Why? You don't want to marry him yourself, do you? Oh, I forgot, you're with another Weasley." She turned angrily to the wall.
Hermione didn't say anything for a moment. When she spoke again, her voice was hesitant. "Can you explain to me what's wrong about marrying a Weasley?"
"The mere fact that it's a Weasley!" said Narcissa furiously.
"But what is so wrong about it?"
"They're all traitors."
"Why?"
"Because they think Muggles have equal rights and they are all Gryffindors and - why am I telling you all this?" Narcissa turned again to face Hermione, "I don't owe you anything!"
"Of course you don't," Hermione agreed. "I'm just interested in your opinion."
"Why?"
"Because I wonder how these opinions became so strong, you let them overcome you and ruin your relationship with your son."
"WHAT?!" Narcissa stared at her, hardly believing her ears. "How - how dare you! Breaking in as if you owned the place - get out! Now! I want you to leave!"
"Fine," said Hermione calmly, as if she had expected this. "I guess you wouldn't be interested in the fact that your son says that the only thing preventing him from being totally happy is your disagreement?"
Hermione turned and pretended she was going to leave. But after a few seconds, she heard the expected response: "Wait."
Hermione turned around again, slowly, to face Narcissa.
"D-did Draco really say that?" Narcissa whispered.
"Yes," Hermione answered.
Narcissa stared at her for a long time, her eyes filled with tears. Finally, she spoke, in a voice that was hardly louder than a whisper. "Help me."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
*Three days later*
Dear Hermione,
Thank you so much for helping us with my mother. She is finally ready to accept Ginny. At the moment she's staying with us at the hotel, but we're worried about my father. He may come to look for her, and if he finds out that she agrees to the wedding, things will get ugly.
Yours sincerely,
Draco
"Draco! You wouldn't believe it!" Ginny burst into the room, smiling broadly. "Hermione has convinced my mom!"
"Really? Wow, that's terrific!" Draco got up and hugged her.
"We can get married this weekend," she whispered.
"I can't wait," he whispered back.
They stared at each other for another moment and suddenly their lips were connected in a long, desparate kiss.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Everybody, listen."
The Weasleys, Harry and Hermione were sitting around the dinner table and eating, when Mrs. Weasley asked to speak.
"Ginny is getting married tomorrow."
Everybody fell silent, and all the glances, except for Hermione's, were filled with horror.
"Yes," continued Mrs. Weasley. "I will not deny that I am not very satisfied with her choice."
"But...?" said Charlie sharply.
"But, Ginny is my daughter, and she's never given me any reason not to trust her judgement." Mrs. Weasley took a deep breath and said: "I have given my permission to this wedding."
She had excpected everyone to start yelling and shouting in anger. Instead, they stared at her as if she were nuts and dangerous.
Finally, Fred spoke. "May I ask WHY you did such a thing?"
"Because I trust Ginny, and I want her to be happy. And if Draco Malfoy makes her happy - I won't stop her."
Everybody remained silent.
"Listen," said Mrs. Weasey impatiently. "Tomorrow evening is Ginny's wedding. If you care about her happiness, come. If you don't - don't come, but think of how hurt she would be."
"SHE would be hurt?" said George bitterly, "What about US? Aren't WE hurt at all?"
"You're - "
"Ginny's last name is going to be Malfoy tomorrow, and you are permitting it!" cried Fred.
"It's not a - "
"Dad, how can you let this happen?" said George loudly, "Your daughter is marrying a Malfoy and you don't care?!"
"Of course I care!" said Mr. Weasley, his eyes flaming. "I don't agree with her choice, but Ginny is officially an adult now, and she has the right to choose - "
"So you're not going to say anything about it?"
"I already did! But since she hasn't listened, there's nothing I can do more!"
"Fred, Ginny will get married whether we like it or not," said Mrs. Weasley. "We can come to the wedding and show her we care for her, even if we're not happy with her choice, or we can stay at home and make her think we're not her family any more, just because she's married."
"You can't control love," said Hermione quietly, "Ginny did not choose to love Draco."
"Anyway, I will go to the wedding," announced Mrs. Weasley.
"Me too," said Hermione at once.
"Count me in," said Mr. Weasley with a long sigh.
"I'll go, too," said Ron, surprising everyone. When he felt the surprise, he added: "What? She's my sister! How can I miss my own sister's wedding?"
"I think you're right," said Bill suddenly. "I'll come."
"Then I'll come too," said Allison, his wife.
Charlie, Fred and George exchanged glances.
Charlie sighed. "OK. Don't take this as if I'm happy to join or something, but I'll go."
Fred and George were still silent. Everybody looked at them, anticipating their reaction. Suddenly George stood up and left the room, and Fred quickly followed.
The room was still quiet.
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A/N: Again, REVIEWS PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!
