Something Tells Me You're The One
By Roni Black
Chapter Eleven
The next morning, Mrs. Weasley was washing the dishes of breakfast when she heard a knock at the door.
She hurried to open up. There stood a tall, thin, blonde woman whom Mrs. Weasly hadn't seen in years, but recognized immediately.
"N-Narcissa?!" She choked.
The woman smiled hesitantly. "Y-yes," she replied. "How do you do, Molly?"
Mrs. Weasley was so shocked, she couldn't believe her own eyes.
"Narcissa," she murmured, "we haven't met for so long..."
Narcissa's eyes lit up. "You remember?"
"Of course I remember," replied Mrs. Weasley quietly, "I've never forgotten you."
"Can I come in?"
"Of course!" Molly stepped aside and Narcissa came into the house.
"I've never been here before," she said, looking around.
"Well..." Molly swallowed. "You didn't really want to come, did you?"
Narcissa turned quickly to look at her and started to say something, but regretted. "You're right," she answered eventually.
"Would you like a cup of tea?" offered Molly politely.
"Yes, thank you," said Narcissa quietly and sat down near the table, as Molly began making tea and cookies.
"So," said Molly, "how are you, Narcissa? How were you doing all those years?"
Narcissa didn't answer. Molly served the tea and the cookies and sat down in front of her.
"Look, Molly..." Narcissa finally said, "we've been such good friends in school."
Molly remained silent.
"I know I deserted you when I married Lucius," said Narcissa quietly, "I know I betrayed our friendship. Lucius made me believe Arthur was a traitor, and if you married him, you were a traitor yourself, and so were all of your children."
She took a deep breath and continued: "But Hermione Granger opened my eyes to see the truth. Now I understand what a jerk I was to believe Lucius. I wish I'd seen it before..." her voice trailed off.
Molly stared at her, unable to believe her ears. Here was her best friend from more than twenty years ago, finally apologizing.
"I'm sorry for deserting you, Molly," said Narcissa. "And since my son is smarter than me, and he sees beyond the stupid stereotypes of his father, and he's going to marry your daughter tonight... which I have to say I'm very happy he does, now... I thought maybe we could be friends again."
Molly stared.
"You see, we're going to be related tonight," said Narcissa, looking at Molly with plea.
Molly didn't reply. She buried her head in her hands. How can you forgive someone after twenty years of distance?
"Come on, Molly... are you really still angry with me?"
Molly raised her eyes and looked into Narcissa's bright blue eyes. Then she shook her head. "I'm not angry anymore."
"So... can we?"
Molly nodded. Narcissa cried out in joy and jumped up to give Molly a big hug. "Thank you, thank you so much!"
Molly smiled at her. "It would be great to be friends again..."
"Yes it would..." said Narcissa happily.
The two women began to chat enthusiastically. After about twenty minutes, Narcissa said: "I used to know you so well, Molly... and I think I still do... the thing I remember most clearly about you, is that you have a good heart. And I want to ask for your help."
"M-my help?" said Molly, surprised.
"Yes... you see..." Narcissa swallowed hard, "I know you believe I've been happy with Lucius. I never have."
"You haven't?"
"Never. Lucius is... the most terrible man I've ever met. Draco and I... we're terrified of him."
"Why?" asked Molly worriedly. "What does he do to you?"
"He... he beats us. Both of us. And he puts the Cruciatus spell on us whenever he's angry."
Molly's jaw dropped in horror.
"Yes," continued Narcissa, staring at the table, her eyes filled with tears. "I've run away from him now... but I'm afraid, I can't sleep well. Molly, I'm afraid he'll come after me."
"Do you really think he will?"
"I'm sure he'll try... and I'm so scrared..." Narcissa raised her eyes to look at Molly with pleading eyes. "Will you help me, Molly?"
Molly thought about the risks of helping Narcissa; Lucius Malfoy might come after her own family for revenge, and she had her husband to worry for, and Bill and Allison, and Charlie, and Fred and George, and Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Ginny who is getting married tonight...
"Of course," said Molly, "of course I'll help you."
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Ginny and Draco came to the Burrow, to get prepared for the wedding. While Hermione and Allison were helping Ginny prepare herself, and Harry, Ron, Bill and Charlie were helping Draco, Molly talked to Arthur, and Arthur wore his cloak and went immediately to the Ministry of Magic.
"Thank you, Molly," said Narcissa quietly.
"You're very much welcome," Molly smiled. "Now, shall we go and help Ginny?"
"Sure," replied Narcissa, and the two women went up the stairs to Ginny's room. They came in.
"Oh, Ginny, you look so beautiful," said Molly excitedly and went over to kiss her daughter.
"Thanks, Mom," said Ginny, looking at Narcissa questioningly.
"Oh, I forgot!" cried Molly. "Girls, this is Narcissa Malfoy, Draco's mom. She'll be staying here with us for a while."
"It's very nice to meet you all," said Narcissa, looking around. "Ginny, you look fabulous."
"Thank you," replied Ginny, blushing.
"What are you planning to do with your hair?" asked Narcissa.
"I haven't decided yet," said Ginny. "Do you have any suggestions?"
"In fact," said Narcissa, walking over to her, smiling, "I think I know exactly the perfect hairstyle for you."
*
In Ron's room, things were quite different.
"I will never be able to wear this tuxedo in the right way," said Draco impatiently. "Can't I wear something else?"
"No, unless you want to go to your own wedding in jeans and a t-shirt," said Harry, just as impatiently. "Will you stand still for a moment?"
Draco sighed and stood still.
"D'you think you can manage yourself for a moment?" said Ron after a few minutes. "I'll be right back."
He went out of the room, down the stairs and turned to knock the door to Fred and George's room.
"Who is it?" cried a voice from inside.
"It's me," said Ron.
"Hello, me," said the voice. "What do you want?"
"To talk to you."
"We're not talking to someone named 'me', what were your parents thinking to give you such a name?"
"Fred, George, this is important."
"Fine. Come in."
Ron opened the dor and stepped inside. Fred was sitting on one of the beds. George was painting the wall above the other bed.
"What's up?" said Fred.
Ron took a deep breath. "What about Ginny's wedding?" he asked directly. There was no point in introductions.
"What about it?" said George, adding red flowers to the green grass he had pained before.
"Come on, you guys are really not coming?" said Ron.
"Have we ever lied?" said George.
"But this is your little sister's wedding, how can you miss it?"
"This is the day my little sister is joining the Malfoy family. Do you expect me to encourage that?" said Fred.
"You don't have to encourage that. But it's so important for her that you'll be there," begged Ron.
"Sorry, mate. No."
"How can you be so selfish?" Ron was almost shouting now; his ears were turning red again. "Ginny is marrying him, whether you guys like it or not! She knows him better than you! If she says he's changed, then he's changed! You can trust her judgement!"
Fred was staring at Ron unsympathetically. George stopped painting a red anemone and turned around. "Get out, Ron."
"I will not - "
"Yes, get out," said Fred darkly.
"But I - "
Fred drew out his wand. Ron stepped back. Then he turned and left the room.
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By Roni Black
Chapter Eleven
The next morning, Mrs. Weasley was washing the dishes of breakfast when she heard a knock at the door.
She hurried to open up. There stood a tall, thin, blonde woman whom Mrs. Weasly hadn't seen in years, but recognized immediately.
"N-Narcissa?!" She choked.
The woman smiled hesitantly. "Y-yes," she replied. "How do you do, Molly?"
Mrs. Weasley was so shocked, she couldn't believe her own eyes.
"Narcissa," she murmured, "we haven't met for so long..."
Narcissa's eyes lit up. "You remember?"
"Of course I remember," replied Mrs. Weasley quietly, "I've never forgotten you."
"Can I come in?"
"Of course!" Molly stepped aside and Narcissa came into the house.
"I've never been here before," she said, looking around.
"Well..." Molly swallowed. "You didn't really want to come, did you?"
Narcissa turned quickly to look at her and started to say something, but regretted. "You're right," she answered eventually.
"Would you like a cup of tea?" offered Molly politely.
"Yes, thank you," said Narcissa quietly and sat down near the table, as Molly began making tea and cookies.
"So," said Molly, "how are you, Narcissa? How were you doing all those years?"
Narcissa didn't answer. Molly served the tea and the cookies and sat down in front of her.
"Look, Molly..." Narcissa finally said, "we've been such good friends in school."
Molly remained silent.
"I know I deserted you when I married Lucius," said Narcissa quietly, "I know I betrayed our friendship. Lucius made me believe Arthur was a traitor, and if you married him, you were a traitor yourself, and so were all of your children."
She took a deep breath and continued: "But Hermione Granger opened my eyes to see the truth. Now I understand what a jerk I was to believe Lucius. I wish I'd seen it before..." her voice trailed off.
Molly stared at her, unable to believe her ears. Here was her best friend from more than twenty years ago, finally apologizing.
"I'm sorry for deserting you, Molly," said Narcissa. "And since my son is smarter than me, and he sees beyond the stupid stereotypes of his father, and he's going to marry your daughter tonight... which I have to say I'm very happy he does, now... I thought maybe we could be friends again."
Molly stared.
"You see, we're going to be related tonight," said Narcissa, looking at Molly with plea.
Molly didn't reply. She buried her head in her hands. How can you forgive someone after twenty years of distance?
"Come on, Molly... are you really still angry with me?"
Molly raised her eyes and looked into Narcissa's bright blue eyes. Then she shook her head. "I'm not angry anymore."
"So... can we?"
Molly nodded. Narcissa cried out in joy and jumped up to give Molly a big hug. "Thank you, thank you so much!"
Molly smiled at her. "It would be great to be friends again..."
"Yes it would..." said Narcissa happily.
The two women began to chat enthusiastically. After about twenty minutes, Narcissa said: "I used to know you so well, Molly... and I think I still do... the thing I remember most clearly about you, is that you have a good heart. And I want to ask for your help."
"M-my help?" said Molly, surprised.
"Yes... you see..." Narcissa swallowed hard, "I know you believe I've been happy with Lucius. I never have."
"You haven't?"
"Never. Lucius is... the most terrible man I've ever met. Draco and I... we're terrified of him."
"Why?" asked Molly worriedly. "What does he do to you?"
"He... he beats us. Both of us. And he puts the Cruciatus spell on us whenever he's angry."
Molly's jaw dropped in horror.
"Yes," continued Narcissa, staring at the table, her eyes filled with tears. "I've run away from him now... but I'm afraid, I can't sleep well. Molly, I'm afraid he'll come after me."
"Do you really think he will?"
"I'm sure he'll try... and I'm so scrared..." Narcissa raised her eyes to look at Molly with pleading eyes. "Will you help me, Molly?"
Molly thought about the risks of helping Narcissa; Lucius Malfoy might come after her own family for revenge, and she had her husband to worry for, and Bill and Allison, and Charlie, and Fred and George, and Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Ginny who is getting married tonight...
"Of course," said Molly, "of course I'll help you."
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Ginny and Draco came to the Burrow, to get prepared for the wedding. While Hermione and Allison were helping Ginny prepare herself, and Harry, Ron, Bill and Charlie were helping Draco, Molly talked to Arthur, and Arthur wore his cloak and went immediately to the Ministry of Magic.
"Thank you, Molly," said Narcissa quietly.
"You're very much welcome," Molly smiled. "Now, shall we go and help Ginny?"
"Sure," replied Narcissa, and the two women went up the stairs to Ginny's room. They came in.
"Oh, Ginny, you look so beautiful," said Molly excitedly and went over to kiss her daughter.
"Thanks, Mom," said Ginny, looking at Narcissa questioningly.
"Oh, I forgot!" cried Molly. "Girls, this is Narcissa Malfoy, Draco's mom. She'll be staying here with us for a while."
"It's very nice to meet you all," said Narcissa, looking around. "Ginny, you look fabulous."
"Thank you," replied Ginny, blushing.
"What are you planning to do with your hair?" asked Narcissa.
"I haven't decided yet," said Ginny. "Do you have any suggestions?"
"In fact," said Narcissa, walking over to her, smiling, "I think I know exactly the perfect hairstyle for you."
*
In Ron's room, things were quite different.
"I will never be able to wear this tuxedo in the right way," said Draco impatiently. "Can't I wear something else?"
"No, unless you want to go to your own wedding in jeans and a t-shirt," said Harry, just as impatiently. "Will you stand still for a moment?"
Draco sighed and stood still.
"D'you think you can manage yourself for a moment?" said Ron after a few minutes. "I'll be right back."
He went out of the room, down the stairs and turned to knock the door to Fred and George's room.
"Who is it?" cried a voice from inside.
"It's me," said Ron.
"Hello, me," said the voice. "What do you want?"
"To talk to you."
"We're not talking to someone named 'me', what were your parents thinking to give you such a name?"
"Fred, George, this is important."
"Fine. Come in."
Ron opened the dor and stepped inside. Fred was sitting on one of the beds. George was painting the wall above the other bed.
"What's up?" said Fred.
Ron took a deep breath. "What about Ginny's wedding?" he asked directly. There was no point in introductions.
"What about it?" said George, adding red flowers to the green grass he had pained before.
"Come on, you guys are really not coming?" said Ron.
"Have we ever lied?" said George.
"But this is your little sister's wedding, how can you miss it?"
"This is the day my little sister is joining the Malfoy family. Do you expect me to encourage that?" said Fred.
"You don't have to encourage that. But it's so important for her that you'll be there," begged Ron.
"Sorry, mate. No."
"How can you be so selfish?" Ron was almost shouting now; his ears were turning red again. "Ginny is marrying him, whether you guys like it or not! She knows him better than you! If she says he's changed, then he's changed! You can trust her judgement!"
Fred was staring at Ron unsympathetically. George stopped painting a red anemone and turned around. "Get out, Ron."
"I will not - "
"Yes, get out," said Fred darkly.
"But I - "
Fred drew out his wand. Ron stepped back. Then he turned and left the room.
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