Author's Note: Hopefully this chapter will work out the way I want it to. . one can only hope, ne? and if it doesn't work, blame it on Muse Charlie.
__________Operation: Voldie's Heir - Chapter Thirteen______________
Draco Malfoy had a plan. No, it wasn't a good plan. Are they ever? But none the less, he had one. He would write to the most sickingly mushy couple who had survived children and who knows how many years of marriage. It was widely known around the pureblood circles how much in love Mr. and Mrs. Weasley was, had always been. So, they were the obvious choice in questioning. not only were they purebloods, but they also knew Ron, so they could help decipher some of his mentality. The only problem was how to go about this plan.
He thought momentarily of asking a fellow Slytherin for help, but then realized that had to be an even worse idea than Voldemort's heir plan. Especially after Blaise had dry humped Ron, Draco had insisted on ignoring the boy. Crabbe and Goyle seemed to be at a loss, having their leader spending most of his time eat, crying, complaining, or every once in a while singing. No, none of them would be of much help, Draco decided. He wasn't stupid enough to go to Snape. Not that the man didn't mean well, but let's face it, Snape can only know so much. And Draco highly doubted Snape knew anything on the matters of love.
It actually took a week for Draco to think of it. Write a letter. It really was quite simple, but Draco blamed his current state of staring at Ron's arse for his lack of thought processing. Now, Draco couldn't simply just write a letter saying 'Dear Mrs. Weasley, I'm pregnant with your son's baby and I need to know how to figure out if I really like/love him or not.' No, Draco didn't think that was the best way to go. Besides, that was a Gryffindor route. He was a Slytherin. Slytherins lie, cheat, and sneak their way to glory. So that only left one option: pretend to be Ron.
'Dear Mum:
Hi, how are things at home? I'm sure your wondering why I'm writing. Well, I'll be straight to the point: I'm having some relationship trouble. And I couldn't really think of anyone else to turn. Though, i'm sure your probably very happy that I'm turning to you.
Anyway, see there is this-'
Draco paused in his writing. Did Ron's parents know about his sexual affiliation? Hmm...
'-person that I like, but I'm not really sure that it's real. See, something happened that brought us closer than I thought possible. And I found out that this person really is someone that I could picture myself with. It's a huge shock! But I don't know if what we are feeling is mutual or even real! It could all be becuase of what happened. So... What should I do? How do you know if you are in love? How do you know that they are the one?
I know this letter makes no sense, but please reply as soon as possible.
Your Son,
Ron'
Draco sat back at his desk and re-read the letter. He hoped it was along the lines of Ron's typical bantering. After a few minutes of questioning, Draco finally gathered his nerve and headed for the Owlery. After telling the owl that they were to wait at the Weasley's for a reply, then com straight to him, Draco watched the owl fly away.
________...
Molly Weasley was in the middle of baking a mince pie when the owl flew into her kitchen. Frowning, she noticed it was a school owl. Her immediate thoughts went to Ron or Ginny being in trouble or hurt. Quickly, she went over to the window and carefully untied the letter. She gave the owl an odd look as it stayed in it's position, but simply handed it a few crackers.
She sat down at the table a quickly read through the letter. A slow grin spread across her face as she thought of her son being in love. She felt the sudden need to bake some cookies for the poor boy, before she wrote him back. After all, love was a delicate subject and one needed nourishment when experiencing it for the first time. While in cooking mode, Mrs. Weasley thought of who Ron could like. Her first thought was Hermione, but that quickly diminished. It wasn't that Hermione and him would be nice for each other, but they were too different. And Mrs. Weasley had the small suspision that her son routed for the other team.
While most mothers would be a bit shocked at this thought, Mrs. Weasley didn't mind. She did, after all, have six sons. So she had no doubt in the fact that she would get grandchildren. Besides, Percy was gay, and maybe this would help their relationship a bit.
Once the cookies were done, Mrs. Weasley sat down with a quill, ink, and a roll of parchment. It took her a while to think of what to say. This was an extremely delicate subject, and what she wrote could quite possibly effect her son's life. Taking a deep breath, she began.
'Dear Ron;
I was a bit suprised when I read your letter. But, I can remember when I first met your father. It really was a confusing time, so I'll let your vagueness pass.
As for the topic of your leter, I pray I'm able to explain this properly. In truth, love is a personal experience. it's different for everyone. But, I've found that most people that are meant for each other, it's pretty obvious from the start. There is a passion there that they can feel for no other. Now, i don't know who this person is that you like, so I can't really be specific here. Nor do i know the events that led to this questioning. So, I think I can only tell you about me and your father.
I think I knew from the beginning your father was the one for me. Something about him made me feel like life was worth just a bit more than I previously thought. He made it exciting. He made getting up everyday worth it. And once we got married and had children, it only grew. I can tell you, there is nothing that won't bind a couple's soul more than creating life. For that cretion is an example of the love you feel for each other. Not that I want you running off getting this person pregnant, mind.
Now, when it comes to figuring out if the other person feels the same? i can only say communication is the best route. It'll save you time, energy, and probably an arguement or two.
I know this letter wasn't too helpful. But the truth is love has to be experienced, for it really is the type of things that is so powerful words can't explain. I hope you figure things out, sweetheart. And don't worry, I'll make sure Fred and George do not get ahold of your letter. Heaven only knows they don't need any more ammunition on you and your brothers and sister.
Love,
Mum
P.S. Is Pigwidgeon all right, dear? I noticed you used a school owl.'
Mrs. Weasley quickly placed the cookies into a tin and attactched the letter. She attatched everything to the patiently waiting owl and watched it fly off, a small smile on her lips. Once it was out of sight, she let out a deep sigh and turned to fix her husband the biggest dinner he had ever seen. She was in the mood to pamper.
__________...
When the owl had arrived, Draco quickly took it's burden and sent it back to the Owlery. He made his way to his private rooms, cursing his swollen feet. He had finally made it to his sitting room, where he seperated tin from letter. Glancing between the two, he opened the tin first and grinned. "Oh! Cookies!"
With that said, he sat back for a good treat and a read.
_______end notes________
er, so? what do you think? remember! if it sucks, blame Muse Charlie! if it's good, it's all my work. *grin*
__________Operation: Voldie's Heir - Chapter Thirteen______________
Draco Malfoy had a plan. No, it wasn't a good plan. Are they ever? But none the less, he had one. He would write to the most sickingly mushy couple who had survived children and who knows how many years of marriage. It was widely known around the pureblood circles how much in love Mr. and Mrs. Weasley was, had always been. So, they were the obvious choice in questioning. not only were they purebloods, but they also knew Ron, so they could help decipher some of his mentality. The only problem was how to go about this plan.
He thought momentarily of asking a fellow Slytherin for help, but then realized that had to be an even worse idea than Voldemort's heir plan. Especially after Blaise had dry humped Ron, Draco had insisted on ignoring the boy. Crabbe and Goyle seemed to be at a loss, having their leader spending most of his time eat, crying, complaining, or every once in a while singing. No, none of them would be of much help, Draco decided. He wasn't stupid enough to go to Snape. Not that the man didn't mean well, but let's face it, Snape can only know so much. And Draco highly doubted Snape knew anything on the matters of love.
It actually took a week for Draco to think of it. Write a letter. It really was quite simple, but Draco blamed his current state of staring at Ron's arse for his lack of thought processing. Now, Draco couldn't simply just write a letter saying 'Dear Mrs. Weasley, I'm pregnant with your son's baby and I need to know how to figure out if I really like/love him or not.' No, Draco didn't think that was the best way to go. Besides, that was a Gryffindor route. He was a Slytherin. Slytherins lie, cheat, and sneak their way to glory. So that only left one option: pretend to be Ron.
'Dear Mum:
Hi, how are things at home? I'm sure your wondering why I'm writing. Well, I'll be straight to the point: I'm having some relationship trouble. And I couldn't really think of anyone else to turn. Though, i'm sure your probably very happy that I'm turning to you.
Anyway, see there is this-'
Draco paused in his writing. Did Ron's parents know about his sexual affiliation? Hmm...
'-person that I like, but I'm not really sure that it's real. See, something happened that brought us closer than I thought possible. And I found out that this person really is someone that I could picture myself with. It's a huge shock! But I don't know if what we are feeling is mutual or even real! It could all be becuase of what happened. So... What should I do? How do you know if you are in love? How do you know that they are the one?
I know this letter makes no sense, but please reply as soon as possible.
Your Son,
Ron'
Draco sat back at his desk and re-read the letter. He hoped it was along the lines of Ron's typical bantering. After a few minutes of questioning, Draco finally gathered his nerve and headed for the Owlery. After telling the owl that they were to wait at the Weasley's for a reply, then com straight to him, Draco watched the owl fly away.
________...
Molly Weasley was in the middle of baking a mince pie when the owl flew into her kitchen. Frowning, she noticed it was a school owl. Her immediate thoughts went to Ron or Ginny being in trouble or hurt. Quickly, she went over to the window and carefully untied the letter. She gave the owl an odd look as it stayed in it's position, but simply handed it a few crackers.
She sat down at the table a quickly read through the letter. A slow grin spread across her face as she thought of her son being in love. She felt the sudden need to bake some cookies for the poor boy, before she wrote him back. After all, love was a delicate subject and one needed nourishment when experiencing it for the first time. While in cooking mode, Mrs. Weasley thought of who Ron could like. Her first thought was Hermione, but that quickly diminished. It wasn't that Hermione and him would be nice for each other, but they were too different. And Mrs. Weasley had the small suspision that her son routed for the other team.
While most mothers would be a bit shocked at this thought, Mrs. Weasley didn't mind. She did, after all, have six sons. So she had no doubt in the fact that she would get grandchildren. Besides, Percy was gay, and maybe this would help their relationship a bit.
Once the cookies were done, Mrs. Weasley sat down with a quill, ink, and a roll of parchment. It took her a while to think of what to say. This was an extremely delicate subject, and what she wrote could quite possibly effect her son's life. Taking a deep breath, she began.
'Dear Ron;
I was a bit suprised when I read your letter. But, I can remember when I first met your father. It really was a confusing time, so I'll let your vagueness pass.
As for the topic of your leter, I pray I'm able to explain this properly. In truth, love is a personal experience. it's different for everyone. But, I've found that most people that are meant for each other, it's pretty obvious from the start. There is a passion there that they can feel for no other. Now, i don't know who this person is that you like, so I can't really be specific here. Nor do i know the events that led to this questioning. So, I think I can only tell you about me and your father.
I think I knew from the beginning your father was the one for me. Something about him made me feel like life was worth just a bit more than I previously thought. He made it exciting. He made getting up everyday worth it. And once we got married and had children, it only grew. I can tell you, there is nothing that won't bind a couple's soul more than creating life. For that cretion is an example of the love you feel for each other. Not that I want you running off getting this person pregnant, mind.
Now, when it comes to figuring out if the other person feels the same? i can only say communication is the best route. It'll save you time, energy, and probably an arguement or two.
I know this letter wasn't too helpful. But the truth is love has to be experienced, for it really is the type of things that is so powerful words can't explain. I hope you figure things out, sweetheart. And don't worry, I'll make sure Fred and George do not get ahold of your letter. Heaven only knows they don't need any more ammunition on you and your brothers and sister.
Love,
Mum
P.S. Is Pigwidgeon all right, dear? I noticed you used a school owl.'
Mrs. Weasley quickly placed the cookies into a tin and attactched the letter. She attatched everything to the patiently waiting owl and watched it fly off, a small smile on her lips. Once it was out of sight, she let out a deep sigh and turned to fix her husband the biggest dinner he had ever seen. She was in the mood to pamper.
__________...
When the owl had arrived, Draco quickly took it's burden and sent it back to the Owlery. He made his way to his private rooms, cursing his swollen feet. He had finally made it to his sitting room, where he seperated tin from letter. Glancing between the two, he opened the tin first and grinned. "Oh! Cookies!"
With that said, he sat back for a good treat and a read.
_______end notes________
er, so? what do you think? remember! if it sucks, blame Muse Charlie! if it's good, it's all my work. *grin*