For the third time: I do not own Harry Potter; Just the plot. Well, I also
'own' Ryanna. Hahahahaha!
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Ron looked at Draco. "Why do YOU care, Malfoy?" Ron's ears were reddening at the thought of his fiancé and three year old daughter.
Draco smirked. "I don't, Weasley. I just can't imagine someone so beautiful marrying a git like you; And to be the mother of your daughter?"
Only then did Draco see a very noticeable resemblance between Narcissa and Luna. Narcissa had Draco when she was twenty-one and was urged by her family to marry Lucius, so Draco would have a father. It wasn't very normal for someone in the wizarding world to get knocked up, so he knew there must have been more involved.
"Weasley, go back to your car. I need to speak to your fiancé."
Ron did as he was asked, though reluctantly.
Luna gazed at Draco with the vacant expression we all know. It is, after all, how she got her childhood nickname, Loony. "What did you need?" she asked with huge eyes.
"What is the story behind this? How did you possibly get forced into having Weasel's daughter?" Draco asked, as though she was defying some kind of pact.
"Draco, I can say nothing except for that I love Ron." The words 'I love Ron' had been forced, as Draco can tell when a feeling is forced upon someone, as he had grown up around Narcissa and Lucius, whom argued all the time.
"No you don't," Draco whispered. "I can see it in your eyes. You are about to cry."
Luna looked into Draco's cold, grey eyes. Before she knew it:
"Now you listen to me!" Draco yelled, as he grabbed her arm with a tight grip. "You got knocked up. You don't have to get married now!"
"LET GO OF ME DRACO MALFOY!" Luna screamed, trying to pry Draco's fingers from her bony arms. Luna had her wand in her purse, which was in her car.
"I won't let go until you admit it. I grew up with a mother who got knocked up. They fought ALL the time, Luna. Don't ruin Ryanna's life. "
"I didn't get knocked up."
Draco let go of her arm. "Okay. It's Ryanna's life, not mine, I suppose. Goodbye.
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Ron looked at Draco. "Why do YOU care, Malfoy?" Ron's ears were reddening at the thought of his fiancé and three year old daughter.
Draco smirked. "I don't, Weasley. I just can't imagine someone so beautiful marrying a git like you; And to be the mother of your daughter?"
Only then did Draco see a very noticeable resemblance between Narcissa and Luna. Narcissa had Draco when she was twenty-one and was urged by her family to marry Lucius, so Draco would have a father. It wasn't very normal for someone in the wizarding world to get knocked up, so he knew there must have been more involved.
"Weasley, go back to your car. I need to speak to your fiancé."
Ron did as he was asked, though reluctantly.
Luna gazed at Draco with the vacant expression we all know. It is, after all, how she got her childhood nickname, Loony. "What did you need?" she asked with huge eyes.
"What is the story behind this? How did you possibly get forced into having Weasel's daughter?" Draco asked, as though she was defying some kind of pact.
"Draco, I can say nothing except for that I love Ron." The words 'I love Ron' had been forced, as Draco can tell when a feeling is forced upon someone, as he had grown up around Narcissa and Lucius, whom argued all the time.
"No you don't," Draco whispered. "I can see it in your eyes. You are about to cry."
Luna looked into Draco's cold, grey eyes. Before she knew it:
"Now you listen to me!" Draco yelled, as he grabbed her arm with a tight grip. "You got knocked up. You don't have to get married now!"
"LET GO OF ME DRACO MALFOY!" Luna screamed, trying to pry Draco's fingers from her bony arms. Luna had her wand in her purse, which was in her car.
"I won't let go until you admit it. I grew up with a mother who got knocked up. They fought ALL the time, Luna. Don't ruin Ryanna's life. "
"I didn't get knocked up."
Draco let go of her arm. "Okay. It's Ryanna's life, not mine, I suppose. Goodbye.