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DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of HP's character, they all belong to J.K. Rowlings, but I do own the plot
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*Chapter 3: Just a walk in the park?
There's a Saturday morning as I love them! A beautiful sunny day, birds
singing...I almost feel like Snow-White in her forest! A little breeze blew in my
bedroom's curtains when I woke up, at 10:45. I got up, slowly, made some coffee, picked
up the newspaper and threw it away. Bad news doesn't have any room on such a glorious day! After a good breakfast and four coffees, I'm taking the dog out for a walk. It's about one pm.
I thought there would be more people but the park's almost empty. With the
beautiful weather, I figured I would be meeting some neighbours. Our civilisation will always amaze me! It rains and everyone complains, it's sunny and nobody enjoys it! I take my favourite path while Jester follows me slowly. The path leads to a little clearing. That's where you can find few picnic tables and a milk bar. I get a bottle of water for Jester and a chocolate milk shake for myself. Since every table are free, I'm allowed to choose the one I want. I sit at the table in the back, where it's less sunny. I pour the water in the bowl I carried for Jester and start sipping my own drink. The wind blows my hair and a little ray of sun managed to find it's way through the trees and warms my legs. I relax! I even start to feel sleepy and close my eyes. Suddenly, I hear a dog barking really close to me. It was a low bark that had nothing to do with my Jester's cheerful ones. I open my eyes to find myself face to face with a huge blond dog. I think to myself that it must be a Great Dane because on his size. He's looking straight at me with his head a little inclined. I straighten up and call him to me. He gets closer and even allows me to scratch his ears. The dog's wearing a necklace, really delicate for such a big dog, with a green rock. When you look carefully, you can see the name "Dragon" written in the rock. He looks really nice! Even Jester seems to like him, which is surprising when you consider that he hates every other dog! I fill up the bowl once again to offer him to the new comer. "So, Dragon, are you thirsty", I ask the dog. He comes close to me, lick my cheek and leaves. That lick almost looked like a good-bye kiss!
Still unsure about the "dog's kiss", I tell Jester: "Come on Jest, let's go home. I
will not sleep in a park. If I want to play the homeless, I have a backyard!". I'm about to
leave the clearing when I hear someone coming behind me. I turn around and get knocked
off. Running to me, there's the most beautiful man I ever saw. He's tall, well shaped with
sleek blond hair and grey eyes. He stops and looks around. Being the only person in the
clearing, his eyes are quickly on me. He moves forward while saying hi. I feel weak in the
knee just to hear his voice. It's low, suave and distinguished. I already feel a that I'm
becoming red in the face.
" Sorry, have you seen a big blond dog?
- Yes, I did. I offered him water but he left. He went that way", I say, pointing the path the
dog took.
" Oh! Thank you very much! But, wait a minute, ElyAnn?
- Huh? Myself?
- ElyAnn-Cailin McGregor! God! What a coincidence!
- Indeed... And you are?
- Malfoy. Drake Malfoy. We met at your aunt Louisa's, with Marty and Katarina."
Aunt Louisa? I haven't seen aunt Louisa for, at least, six years. It was when I made my last trip to Scotland. Same things for my cousins Marty and Katarina. Suddenly, a thought hits me. He must be one of my cousins. Lucky me! The only man that talks to me and that I find attractive turns out to be a member of my family! He must be uncle's Peter's son. Mom doesn't talk to her brother anymore. That explains why I don't know him. I can't get the nerves to ask a straight question but I must answer something. GO! Grab some courage on the way and dive into it! At least, I'll know once and for all. " So, you're family? Peter's son? Sorry, I don't remember you.
- Yes, no and it's okay. It's been a long time.
- I don't get it...
- Yes, I'm kind of a family member. No, I'm not Peter's son. It's okay if you don't remember me, it's been a long time. I answered all your questions at once.
- Yes, great!"
His answers made me feel a little better. It's not a direct cousin. I don't have any aunt or
uncle on my father's side. My mom has only one brother and a sister. Then, horror strikes
again. Twice in less then five minutes...this guy is really not boring! What if he is Katrina's
boyfriend or worst, Marty's boyfriend? It would be an awful thing! Let me explain. If he's
my real cousin, the forbiddance is clear. But if he's Katrina's boyfriend, nothing stops me,
besides my own conscience. Katrina might not like it and hello the awkward situation in
family get-together! "What get-together? You haven't seen them in six years, who cares if
you steal her boyfriend", says a little nasty voice in my head. Well! But if he's Marty's
boyfriend, it's a catastrophe. If my conscience doesn't seem to mind if I steal Katrina's
boyfriend, it's a little harder if he's with Marty. If Drake is in love with him, it means he's not
attracted by girls.
"Kind of a family member? You're going out with one of them?" I ask, thinking it was a
neutral question.
"No, I'm just one of Marty's childhood friend. We studied together, back in high school. In
my last two years, I was spending all my holidays with him, at his place. With time, I was
considered as a part of the family. But you're Diana's daughter, Louisa's sister, right?
- Right. I can't believe you remember me. It's been, what, six years? Which means I was
sixteen when we first met. How can you remember a sixteen years old kid?
- It's kind of easy when the kid has hair like yours. You're the only one in the family with that
kind of red, almost like flames running on your back. Makes quite an impression on an
eighteen years old guy!
- I'm not the only one with that colour. My grand mother had the same.
- It's true. I forgot that Lauria had such hair. Now that you mention it, you look a lot like her.
- You knew my grand mother too?
- Yes, a little. Listen, I have to go. I wouldn't want to find out the dog's been hit by a car or
something. Call me someday, we'll go have a diner."
He gives me his card and disappears in the wood. I take it and put it in my pocket while
leading Jester back home... Drake Malfoy...Malfoy...just as in "Harry Potter"...funny!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of HP's character, they all belong to J.K. Rowlings, but I do own the plot
_____________________________________________________________________
*Chapter 3: Just a walk in the park?
There's a Saturday morning as I love them! A beautiful sunny day, birds
singing...I almost feel like Snow-White in her forest! A little breeze blew in my
bedroom's curtains when I woke up, at 10:45. I got up, slowly, made some coffee, picked
up the newspaper and threw it away. Bad news doesn't have any room on such a glorious day! After a good breakfast and four coffees, I'm taking the dog out for a walk. It's about one pm.
I thought there would be more people but the park's almost empty. With the
beautiful weather, I figured I would be meeting some neighbours. Our civilisation will always amaze me! It rains and everyone complains, it's sunny and nobody enjoys it! I take my favourite path while Jester follows me slowly. The path leads to a little clearing. That's where you can find few picnic tables and a milk bar. I get a bottle of water for Jester and a chocolate milk shake for myself. Since every table are free, I'm allowed to choose the one I want. I sit at the table in the back, where it's less sunny. I pour the water in the bowl I carried for Jester and start sipping my own drink. The wind blows my hair and a little ray of sun managed to find it's way through the trees and warms my legs. I relax! I even start to feel sleepy and close my eyes. Suddenly, I hear a dog barking really close to me. It was a low bark that had nothing to do with my Jester's cheerful ones. I open my eyes to find myself face to face with a huge blond dog. I think to myself that it must be a Great Dane because on his size. He's looking straight at me with his head a little inclined. I straighten up and call him to me. He gets closer and even allows me to scratch his ears. The dog's wearing a necklace, really delicate for such a big dog, with a green rock. When you look carefully, you can see the name "Dragon" written in the rock. He looks really nice! Even Jester seems to like him, which is surprising when you consider that he hates every other dog! I fill up the bowl once again to offer him to the new comer. "So, Dragon, are you thirsty", I ask the dog. He comes close to me, lick my cheek and leaves. That lick almost looked like a good-bye kiss!
Still unsure about the "dog's kiss", I tell Jester: "Come on Jest, let's go home. I
will not sleep in a park. If I want to play the homeless, I have a backyard!". I'm about to
leave the clearing when I hear someone coming behind me. I turn around and get knocked
off. Running to me, there's the most beautiful man I ever saw. He's tall, well shaped with
sleek blond hair and grey eyes. He stops and looks around. Being the only person in the
clearing, his eyes are quickly on me. He moves forward while saying hi. I feel weak in the
knee just to hear his voice. It's low, suave and distinguished. I already feel a that I'm
becoming red in the face.
" Sorry, have you seen a big blond dog?
- Yes, I did. I offered him water but he left. He went that way", I say, pointing the path the
dog took.
" Oh! Thank you very much! But, wait a minute, ElyAnn?
- Huh? Myself?
- ElyAnn-Cailin McGregor! God! What a coincidence!
- Indeed... And you are?
- Malfoy. Drake Malfoy. We met at your aunt Louisa's, with Marty and Katarina."
Aunt Louisa? I haven't seen aunt Louisa for, at least, six years. It was when I made my last trip to Scotland. Same things for my cousins Marty and Katarina. Suddenly, a thought hits me. He must be one of my cousins. Lucky me! The only man that talks to me and that I find attractive turns out to be a member of my family! He must be uncle's Peter's son. Mom doesn't talk to her brother anymore. That explains why I don't know him. I can't get the nerves to ask a straight question but I must answer something. GO! Grab some courage on the way and dive into it! At least, I'll know once and for all. " So, you're family? Peter's son? Sorry, I don't remember you.
- Yes, no and it's okay. It's been a long time.
- I don't get it...
- Yes, I'm kind of a family member. No, I'm not Peter's son. It's okay if you don't remember me, it's been a long time. I answered all your questions at once.
- Yes, great!"
His answers made me feel a little better. It's not a direct cousin. I don't have any aunt or
uncle on my father's side. My mom has only one brother and a sister. Then, horror strikes
again. Twice in less then five minutes...this guy is really not boring! What if he is Katrina's
boyfriend or worst, Marty's boyfriend? It would be an awful thing! Let me explain. If he's
my real cousin, the forbiddance is clear. But if he's Katrina's boyfriend, nothing stops me,
besides my own conscience. Katrina might not like it and hello the awkward situation in
family get-together! "What get-together? You haven't seen them in six years, who cares if
you steal her boyfriend", says a little nasty voice in my head. Well! But if he's Marty's
boyfriend, it's a catastrophe. If my conscience doesn't seem to mind if I steal Katrina's
boyfriend, it's a little harder if he's with Marty. If Drake is in love with him, it means he's not
attracted by girls.
"Kind of a family member? You're going out with one of them?" I ask, thinking it was a
neutral question.
"No, I'm just one of Marty's childhood friend. We studied together, back in high school. In
my last two years, I was spending all my holidays with him, at his place. With time, I was
considered as a part of the family. But you're Diana's daughter, Louisa's sister, right?
- Right. I can't believe you remember me. It's been, what, six years? Which means I was
sixteen when we first met. How can you remember a sixteen years old kid?
- It's kind of easy when the kid has hair like yours. You're the only one in the family with that
kind of red, almost like flames running on your back. Makes quite an impression on an
eighteen years old guy!
- I'm not the only one with that colour. My grand mother had the same.
- It's true. I forgot that Lauria had such hair. Now that you mention it, you look a lot like her.
- You knew my grand mother too?
- Yes, a little. Listen, I have to go. I wouldn't want to find out the dog's been hit by a car or
something. Call me someday, we'll go have a diner."
He gives me his card and disappears in the wood. I take it and put it in my pocket while
leading Jester back home... Drake Malfoy...Malfoy...just as in "Harry Potter"...funny!
