Disclaimer- For all of you who don't realize it, no, unfortunately, I am not J.K. Rowling. I'm just borrowing her characters, and letting them out for some fresh air before they are packed tightly into crates and shipped across the world for our reading pleasure in book six.
A/N- Hihi! I'm still looking for the missing chapters. Unfortunately, something about me being grounded from the computer (I think) makes searching for them difficult. The good news: I have a biology paper on evolution that I have to look up information for, so I can use the time I'm supposed to be writing on that searching for what I saved the chapters under. God, if I was organized, life would be so much easier.
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"Easter's coming!" says my teacher in a threatening voice. I run and hide behind my messy computer desk filled with empty pop cans… and there neither Jesus nor the science mafia can get me.
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God. Draco thought, banging his head against a wall. Sure, he had expected his parents to arrange his marriage (what Wizarding family didn't?), but he hadn't expected it to be to her. How could they have done this? He knew his father hated his family almost as much as he did, but really. Expecting him to marry her.
The stinking little witch.
He would never forgive his parents for this. Sure, if it had been Pansy, or even another Slytherin, he wouldn't have minded. But no, instead he had to marry his worst enemy's best friend's sister!
His parents had probably known he would hate it. Or, at least Narcissa probably had. Contrary to popular belief, Lucius wasn't the driving evil force in the Malfoy family. Narcissa, however…well, she just liked to do things to make people's lives hell. Especially Draco's. This was probably because her life had been so miserable after her marriage to Lucius. Narcissa was the exact opposite of most parents who didn't want their children to go through what they themselves had gone through.
She liked to watch Draco suffer.
And then there was Lucius. Lucius really didn't care much about his son's life. Just as long as Draco didn't hang on to Dumbledore's every word (like some people) and didn't go out of his way to be nice to Muggles, Mudbloods, or blood traitors, Lucius generally kept out of Draco's life, except for rare occasions; an example: report card time. (Except for on rare occasions: namely school report time.)
This was the way Draco wanted it to be with his father. Meddling parents were never an advantage to their children.
His future wife would be of no advantage to him, he was sure. There wasn't anything he could get from her, and she would provide no amusement. She wasn't rich. In fact, her family had no money, which was probably why they agreed to the marriage in the first place.
Probably the only advantage she had was that she was a Pureblood. Of course, her family was a disgrace to Purebloods everywhere. Really, Draco thought, with her family, she may as well be Mudblood or Muggle.
He continued to process this information for about an hour. How could he turn it to his advantage? Or, better yet, how could he get out of it? He thought, and thought, and then thought some more. What did he know of his fiancé? Think, Draco, he pestered himself. Drumming his fingers on the windowsill, he looked out upon the vast expanse of countryside bordering his house. He continued thinking.
A bark rang out behind him, and he looked back to see his dog, Everett. Everett was a large Brittany dog, with black spots where most Brittany's had brown. But Draco liked his unusual dog. It was like him, mysterious and handsome.
"Everett! Come, boy!" Draco coaxed. The dog bounded into the room, its tongue lolling out the side of its mouth. Everett was one of the few reasons Draco liked being home. He would really rather not see his parents, but without his parents, he wouldn't have his dog.
Potter probably doesn't have a dog. Draco thought happily. Something to lord over him. Sure, Potter had people hanging all over him, but there is nothing like the devotion of a dog to its master.
Then it hit Draco. The way he could get at his fiancé. The way, best of all, he could get at Potter.
Weasley's little sister. The one with the huge crush on Potter.
Draco smiled. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad…
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Hi! No, I didn't really do anything to change this, except for changing a few sentences around. Now, I'm going to laugh and go drink more pop so I can gather an even larger amount of Mello Yello cans on my desk. Review, please!
Fun, eh?
~Lili
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Madison27- Hi! Yes, I know, this repost is like the other repost… however, the other repost has been deleted (you won't find it if you look it up) because I wanted to start over on it. So, that means that this will be pretty much like the other one. I might change the second chapter more, because I think I have been told that she wouldn't give in so easily. But I don't know if it will change the story… I guess we'll both have to see, huh?
Oh, oh! And I think I'll be taking down the sequel to this while I'm reposting this, just because it seems rather silly to have a sequel up for this if you don't have a chance to read the entire story! Sorry I didn't make this chapter longer like I thought I was going to… oh well… next chapter is getting almost a complete rewrite…
(Oooh, and the good news: I think that I've found a printout of a couple of the chapters. I must investigate, of course… but if I have, this will be good!)
Down with concert band!!!
Buh bye!
