Chapter 8—Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures
As Draco watched Harrie walk away, he realized what he had losted. He took a painful breathe of truth and turned on his heels. He walked towards the lake and sat down under the big oak tree.
"Harrie and I used sit here after school in the spring," he thought to himself. He stared out at the lake for God knows how long. He heard footsteps coming up behind him. He turned quickly and,
"Harr-. O hi Pansy," he said disappointedly, turning back towards the lake.
"O, Drakie," she said seducingly, "Did that damn dirty Gryffindor girl brake your poor heart?" She wrapped her arm around his shoulders and sat herself down in his lap. She wrapped her other arm around his neck.
"No Pansy, I broke HER heart," he said trying to push Pansy off of him.
"But, that means that you and I can get closer," she said, inching herself closer and closer to Draco, until their lips were almost touching.
"Pansy, I don't want to get closer to you. I never have and I never will. So I suggest that you get off me and go back to the common room." Just as he finished, Pansy lend in and kissed him, in hoping that this would change his mind. Harrie decided to come back, she had realized that she would never find anyone better then Draco. "He'll be at the tree, I know it!" By the time Harrie got to the tree, she witnessed her worst nightmare come true. Draco KISSING Pansy. "It can't be! It just can't be!!!" A tear fell down Harrie's cheek. That was it. She losted. Pansy won. Draco had moved on to the school slit. Harrie just turned around and ran up to the Gryffindor tower.
You could Pansy had experience in this department. After a couple of seconds Draco found himself flat on the ground with Pansy on top on him. Finally he decided to take a stand. With all his might, he pushed Pansy up and turned so that she was flat to the ground and so he could stand up and walk away. Pansy finally stopped and whispered in to his ear,
"If you wanted to be on top, you could have said so." Draco stood up and brushed the dirt off his robes and said,
"Pansy you are a damn dirty tart and if you want to have sex with someone then you can become a prostitute, but you'll NEVER and I repeat, you will NEVER get any from me. So go back to the common room and get a life!!!!!!" He then turned and ran toward the castle. To find Harrie.
Hermione started to walk up to the stairs to the girls' dorm, when she heard something crying. She walked into her dorm to see Harrie into her pillow.
"Harrie, what's wrong??" asked Hermione, moving closer towards. Harrie just looked up into Hermione's big brown eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks. She let her head fall on to Hermione's shoulder and she started to sob.
"Harrie," Hermione started, patting Harrie's black hair, "what happened?? You can tell me." Harrie dried her eyes and looked up at Hermione.
"THAT LOZY SON-OF-A-BITCH KISSED PANSY!!!!!!! THE LOZY SLIT!! HOW COULD HE MOVE ON SO FUCKING FAST?!?!?!" she sobbed into Hermione's shoulder.
"Shh, shh its ok," said Hermione, patting Harrie's head.
"But how?? I thought I meant something to him?? He said that he loved me! How could he?? How??"
"I know, there's something wrong here. Do you want me to find out what's going on for you??"
"No, no. I just never want him to die and go to Hell."
"It's going to be alright. I'll get Ron on the job. OK??"
"Fine but I'm never speaking to that bastard again!"
"Why don't you go out and ride your broom. That might help to relax
you."
"Ok." Harrie grabbed her broom from her side of the dorm. She walked
over to the open window and took off.
Harrie flew around the mountains for God knows how long. Below her were the mountains she knew like the back of her own hand. No more tears fell from her cheeks but the pain still lingered inside.
"Who cares if he moved on to the slit? I don't. O, I really don't. So what if he was always on my side? So what if he treated me equality even though I have half a left leg? So what if he said he loved me? He obviously doesn't. I was just a toy for him until he could get his hands on Pansy. For all I know the two of them are off fucking each other and not giving a shit about it. That's their business not mine," mumbled Harrie to herself as she flew to the Quidditch pitch and sat on top of one of the stands, "That's it. After graduation next year I'm going home. Back to New York. Back to my friends. Back to my life. Back to everything I know and love. There nothing left for me here."
"Yes there is," said a familiar voice from behind her. She turned her head to see Malfoy standing behind her.
"Did you follow me??"
"No. I was sitting here and I saw you fly up. Is that a problem?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Shouldn't you be off making out with Pansy??"
"O, you saw that."
"Yeah, I did. Did you enjoy it?"
"Well... No I didn't. I didn't kiss her, she kissed me. Harr, I love you too much to do that to you."
"Yeah right."
"No, I'm serious."
"If you're so quote on quote 'serious' then why did kiss Hermione? Hmmmm."
"I'm sorry alright."
"That doesn't cut it. Why did you do it??"
"Because, because I was drunk. I was out with my friends all night and I took a tonic so no one would notice but it wore off."
"How do I know that you're not lying to me?"
" I swear on the one thing I care about."
"Now what would that be??"
"You."
"If you care about me so much then why did you do this to me?"
"I told you. I was drunk. I don't know what else to say."
"I can't trust you." And at that, Harrie turned and started to walk towards her broom.
"IF you love her, don't let her go," thought Draco. Then he got the most brilliant idea.
"Good morrow Kate, for that's your name I heard." Harrie stopped and turned her head in shock.
"Wh-What did you say?"
"Good morrow Kate for that's your name I heard."
"Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing. They call me Katherine that do talk of me."
"You lie, in faith, for you are called plain Kate, and bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst. But, Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom, Kate of Kate Hall, my super dainty Kate, for dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate, take this of me, Kate of my consolation. Hearing thy mildness praised in every town, thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded. Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs. Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife."
"Moved! In good times, let time that moved you hither. Remove you hence. I knew you at the first, you were a movable."
"Why, what's a movable?"
"A joint stool."
"Thou hast hit it; come sit of me."
"Asses are made to bear and so are you."
"Women are made to bear and so are you."
"No such jade as you, if me you mean."
"Alas, good Kate, I will not burden thee, for, knowing thee to be but young and light."
"Too light for such a swain as you to catch and yet as heavy as my weight should be."
"Should be! Should—buzz!"
"Well ta'en, and like a buzzard."
"O slow-winged turtle, shall a buzzard take thee?"
"Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard."
"Come, come, you wasp, I' faith you are too angry."
"If I be waspish, best beware my string."
"My remedy is then to pluck it out."
"Ay, if the fool could find where it lies."
"Who knows not where a wasp does wear his string? In his tail."
"In his tongue."
"Whose tongue?"
"Yours, if you talk of tales, and so farewell."
"What, with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again. Good Kate, I am a gentleman."
"That I'll try." Harrie walked over to Draco and did a stage slap.
"I swear I'll cuff you if you strike again." Another stage slap.
"So may you lose your arms: If you strike me, you are no gentleman, and if no gentleman, why then no arms."
"A herald, Kate? O, put me in thy books."
"What is your crest? A coxcomb?"
"A combless cock so Kate will be my hen?"
"No cock of mine; you crow too like a craven."
"Nay, come, Kate, you must not look so sour."
"It is my fashion when I see a crab."
"Why, here's no crab, and therefore look not sour."
"There is, there is."
"Then show it me." Draco grabbed Harrie by the waist.
"Had I a glass I would." Harrie fights to brake from Draco's grab.
"What, you mean my face?"
"Well aimed of such a young one."
"Now, by Saint George, I am too young for you."
"Yet you are withered."
" 'Tis with cares."
"I care not."
"Nay, hear you, Kate, in sooth you scape not so."
"I chafe you if I tarry. Let me go."
"No, not a whit. I find you passing gentle. 'Twas told me you were rough and coy and sullen, and now I find report a very liar, for thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous, but slow in speech, yet as sweet as springtime flowers. Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look askance, nor bite the lip as angry wenches will, nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk, but thou with mildness entertain'st thy wooers, with gentle conference, soft and affable. Why does the world report that Kate doth limp? O sland'rous world! Kate like the hazel-twig is straight and slender, and as brown in hue as hazelnuts and sweeter then the kernels. O, let me see thee walk. Thou dost not halt."
"Go, fool, and whom thou keep'st command."
"Did ever Dian so become a grove as Kate this chamber with her princely gait? O, be thou Dian and let her be Kate, and then let Kate be chaste and Dian sportful!"
"Where did you study all this goodly speech?"
"It is extempore, from my mother-wit."
"A witty mother! Witless else her son."
"Am I not wise?"
"Yes, keep you warm."
"Marry, so I mean, sweet Katherine, in thy bed. And therefore, setting all this chat aside, thus in plain terms: your father hath consented that you shall be my wife, your dowry 'greed on, and will you, nill you, I will marry you. Now, Kate, I am a husband for your turn, for by this light, whereby I see thy beauty, thy beauty that doth make me like thee well, thou must be married to no man but me. For I am born to tame you, Kate, and bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate conformable as other household Kates. ...Never make denial; I must and will have Katherine to my wife."
Tears started to run down Harrie's cheeks. Draco pulled her into him and held her close.
"All is well, my shrew. All is well," he whispered into her ear. Harrie lifted her head from his shoulder and wiped the tears from her cheeks. Slowly she looked in to his eyes.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," she cried. Draco pulled her head to his crest and pat the back of her head, soaking up the warmth from her hair.
"Don't be. Don't be. I'm sorry Harrie, I'm sorry. Do you forgive me?" Harrie considered for a moment and spoke,
"Now I can." A smile formed on Draco's face for the first time in days.
"I thought I could get you to talk me if I used "The Taming of the Shrew"."
"You do a good Petruchio," said Harrie, with a smile.
"Thank you my fair Katherine."
"Actually I take that back. You're too damn sexy to be that sexist pig Petruchio."
"Thank you my shrew."
"Your quite welcome."
"And, kiss me, Kate, "We will be married a Sunday"."
"Well I will kiss you but I'm not sure about the married part."
"Why are you unsure?"
"Because we're only seventeen. Maybe once we get out of Hogwarts, I'll consider it."
"Well then just kiss me for the time being."
"That much I can do," laughed Harrie. Draco leaned in and kissed her for the first time in days. Harrie let everything go and just followed the rhythm of the kiss. Draco started to let his tongue trace the outline of Harrie's lips. Harrie allowed his tongue to enter her mouth and let her tongue meet his. Their tongues played around and that sealed the deal. Harrie was Draco's again and wasn't going to lose him again. Draco moved his head away and looked at his girl.
"You're mine again."
"That sounds nice. I miss hearing that."
"You're my girl. MINE. Not Harry's, not Ron's. Mine. Can we keep it that way?"
"Yes we can." Draco reached into the pocket of his robe and pulled out a small object.
"What is that?" asked Harrie. Draco kneeled down before her, and held her hand.
"Harrie, once we get the hell out of here, will you marry me?" Harrie stared at him in shock.
"What?"
"Once we get out of Hogwarts, will you marry me?" Harrie's eyes started to glaze over with tears.
"Yes. Yes, I'll marry you." Draco smiled and opened the small box to reveal a golden ring with an owl diamonds surrounded on both sides by two dragon rubies. He took the ring out of the box and placed it on her left ring finger.
"Do you like it? I try to pick out something simple yet elegant."
"I love it. How could you afford it?"
"I had some money saved up for something important and I thought this was more important then anything else."
"Thank you. I feel so loved that you thought I was somewhat important."
"You should feel loved and you are more important to me then anything else in the world." Harrie smiled and looked at Draco. A simple tear fell down her cheek and quickly, she swapped it away. Harrie kissed him and let every problem she ever had fly away. They pulled away and looked into each other's eyes.
"I don't know what to say," said Harrie.
"Well, I think if we don't go, we're going to miss dinner."
"What time is it?"
"It's 5:37 to be exacted."
"Yeah, we only have 20 minutes. Let's go." Harrie tried to stand up but Draco pulled her back down and on to his lap.
"Just one last kiss and then we can go."
"Fine." Harrie leaned in and kissed him. She placed her tongue on his lips and they opened. Again their tongues met and Draco let out a small groan of pleasure. They pulled apart and Harrie looked up at him.
"Happy, now?"
"Quite. But when I'm with you, I'm always happy."
"You know that you're a kiss up, right?"
"Does that impress you?"
"Now it does." They stood up and walked over to their brooms and picked them up slowly. They mounted the brooms and flew down the stands and landed on the pitch. They started to walk towards the castle.
"I heard from the muggle hospitals in New York," said Harrie, using her broom as a crutch.
"Well..."
"They finished building my fake limb. I'll have a new fake leg within the week."
"Congrats to you then," answered Draco with a grin on his face.
"Once I get used to walking with it, I won't have to use my crutches as much."
"That's a good thing. Will you need to sleep with it on?"
"No, I'll have to take it off to go to sleep and I'll just need with crutches when it's not on."
"A skill for you." By now they had reached the castle. Harrie sent her broom back to her dorm and summoned for her crutches. Once she was on her crutches they walked towards the Great Hall and made it just in time for dinner. They parted at the doors and went to their houses' tables.
Harrie sat down and placed her crutches under the table.
"What's with you? You're beaming?" asked Hermione as they started to eat.
"Ya, what's up?" asked Lavender.
"You weren't this happy this mourning. Hell, you just plain pissed," added Patil. Harrie just grinned and continued to eat her dinner.
"What happened??" asked Hermione again. Harrie simply placed her left hand on the table and continued to eat. Hermione, Lavender, and Patil stared in shock at her hand. Their mouths dropped and the food they were chewing rolled out of their mouths.
"Where the hell did you get that?!?!" asked Patil, picking up Harrie's hand and staring at the ring.
"From Draco," answered Harrie, without looking up from her plate.
"For what reason?" asked Lavender.
"To apologize?" said Hermione.
"No," answered Harrie.
"Then why did he give you a ring?" asked Lavender.
"He asked me to marry him," answered Harrie, without looking up from her dinner.
"WHAT!!!!" screamed her three roommates.
"He asked me to marry him. Do you have a problem with that?" asked Harrie, looking up from her food.
"But you were on the verge of killing him this mourning! What the fuck happened??" asked Patil.
"The Taming of the Shrew," answered Harrie, grinning evilly.
"What the hell is that??" asked Lavender.
"You guys are the English ones, you should know this," answered Harrie.
"What did you say?? Yes? No? Inform me!!" said Hermione.
"I said yes. Happy?" answered Harrie, getting very annoyed at the questions being asked by her roommates.
"O MY GOD!!!! HARRIE!!! THIS IS GREAT!!!!!!!" yelled Lavender.
"What's so great?" asked Harry taking a seat next to his sister.
"Please inform the uninformed," said Ron taking a seat next to his girlfriend.
"O, your sister is just engaged to your arch rival, no biggie," said Hermione.
"WHAT?!?!?!" cried Harry, staring at his sister who just continued to eat her dinner, but kicked Hermione under the table.
"YOU'RE ENGAGED?!?!?!" yelled Ron, spitting out the water that was in his mouth out.
"Thanks Hermione, you're a big help," snarled Harrie.
"You're engaged?? How you can you be engaged if you're completely pissed off at your boyfriend??" asked Harry.
"FYI, I'm engaged to my boyfriend because I got a reason that makes sense and knows how to talk to me," answered Harrie.
"Prove it that you're engaged to Malfoy," snarled Harry, "'Cause unless he is truly fit to marry you, I won't let my little sister marry my worst enemy."
"Fine," snarled Harrie. She lifted her left hand and held it up to her brother's face. The gold sparkles in the light and the rubies and diamond reflected off of each other and shown into Harry's eyes.
"Holy shit, Harry. Look at that," said Ron, grabbing Harrie's hand and staring at the ring. Harrie turned towards the table of the snakes and motioned for Draco. He stood up from his seat and walked over to Harrie.
"What's up Harr?" asked Draco, giving Harrie a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Harry doesn't believe me when I said that we're engaged. Can you believe that?" asked Harrie.
"Doesn't believe you? Doesn't the ring mean anything to him?" Draco replied.
"Apparently not," laughed Harrie.
"Well Mr. Potter, don't even believe your own flesh and blood. That's just sad," said Draco, "I'm personally hurt that you think that Harrie would lie to you. That hurts!"
"Well, I don't want my little sister to marry a bastard like you," snarled Harry.
"That's not nice Harry. I don't like the way you're talking to my fiancé. Now say you're sorry," said Harrie.
"I'm not apologizing to this lazy son of a bitch," snarled Harry.
"Fine. Be that way. Are you going to be like this at our wedding?" asked Draco.
"If I'm even there," snarled Harry.
"Harry!" cried Harrie, "I've helped you with Ginny and this is how you repay me?"
"At least when I got engaged to Ginny, I wasn't proposing to my arch rival!" shouted Harry.
"Just because he's your worst enemy, that doesn't him mine. I love him and you just have to deal with it!" yelled Harrie.
"It should make him your worst enemy," hissed Harry.
"Well, since we're on the topic and since Ron is here, to you want to inform him of what you did last summer?" snarled Harrie.
"What DID you do last summer Harry?" asked Ron.
"Nothing important," answered Harry, looking down at his plate.
"And that's code for it's very important. Now spill," hissed Ron.
"I said nothing important," whispered Harry.
"What's going on?" asked Ginny, walking up and taking a seat on Harry's lap.
"Why don't you tell us, Gin?" hissed Ron.
"What do you mean?" asked Ginny, becoming very confused.
"Why don't you and Harry tell us what you two did over the summer?" said Ron.
"That was months ago why do you care?" asked Ginny, getting very nervous.
"I care because you're my little sister and I feel that you're hiding something from me and I don't like it," answered Ron.
"Harry, do you want to answer this? I'm just gonna go back to my seat," said Ginny, trying to stand up but was pulled back down by Harry.
"Hell no Gin. If I have to tell them that we got married over the summer then you have to stay here. Opps," said Harry, realizing what he just said.
"YOU MARRIED MY SISTER! AND DIDN'T TELL ME!!" yelled Ron.
"Ron, I didn't tell you because I knew you would act this way. I'm sorry," said Ginny, tears starting to form in her eyes.
"Harrie, how could you? You promised me you wouldn't tell!" snarled Harry.
"I kept it a secret for 8 months. Ron deserves to know. And you can't tell me that it's a bit of relief to let it out," answered Harrie.
"I have to admit that it is a bit of a relief to let your brother know," said Harry.
"Yeah, I guess so," answered Ginny, "are you mad Ron?"
"I'm pissed that you didn't tell me. But it's your life and if this is what you want, then I'm behind you on it. Just don't lie to me anymore," answered Ron.
"Well, now that this is all cleared up, I'm gonna go up to my dorm. 'Night," said Harrie. As she started to stand up, Draco pushed back down into her seat.
"I don't think so. Have you told them about your leg?" asked Draco, an evil smirk forming on his face.
"No I haven't. Happy?" answered Harrie.
"No I'm not. Now tell them," said Draco.
"Tell us what?" asked Harry.
"Please inform us, Harr," added Hermione.
"Fine, vultures. I heard the muggle hospital in New York. They're sending me my new fake leg," answered Harrie, turning to Draco she added, "Happy?"
"Yes," he answered.
"Congrats Harrie," said Ron.
"This is great!" yelled Lavender.
"Ya, ya," said Harrie solemnly.
"Anything else you want to fill us in on?" asked Patil.
"Nay," answered Harrie, "can I please go to bed now?"
"Can I join you?" asked Draco.
"No! You have to wait, ok?" answered Harrie.
"Please?" said Draco, giving her the puppy dog eyes.
"No," answered Harrie, trying to keep herself together. Draco wasn't going to give up. Harry slid over on the bench and let Draco take a seat. Draco pulled Harrie closer to him and, in Harrie's book, did something very low. He started to kiss her neck.
"O, come on Drake, that's just low," laughed Harrie, "stop, please. This is your all time low." Realizing this wasn't working, Draco moved up and started on her ear.
"O that's just wrong. Come on, Draco, she ain't gonna crack," said Lavender. Draco stopped and looked at Harrie.
"It isn't working?" he moaned.
"Nope, sorry hun," answered Harrie. Draco thought for a moment and leaded in and kissed her.
"Does he think a bloody kiss will change my mind?" Harrie thought but then she felt his tongue feeling the outlining of her lips. She kept her lips tightly shut until she felt his tongue start to pry her lips open. She let his tongue enter her mouth and search for her tongue. Finally their tongues met and Harrie felt Draco smile. Harrie pulled away from Draco and stared at him.
"Well..." said Harrie, smirking and waiting for his answer.
"Please," Draco asked again.
"First of all, if I'm going to marry you, you have to understand something."
"What's that?"
"Once I say no, it's very difficult to change my mind."
"Even if I kiss you like that?"
"Yes, even if you kiss me like that."
"Fine but you owe me big Harr. Very big." Harrie leaded in, right next to his ear and whispered,
"Don't worry. On our wedding night, you won't be disappointed. I promise." A look of shock and satisfaction came over Draco's face.
"Okay then. I'll wait," said Draco. The eight of them got into a conversation about Qudditch and started debating which team in the I.Q.A (International Qudditch Association) was the best. Ginny made herself comfortable on Harry's lap, Ron pulled Hermione on to his and Draco already had Harrie on his lap.
After debating for about 20 minutes, Pansy walked over to Draco.
"Hi Drakey," she said in a seducing voice. Draco turned his head to look.
"Yes..." he said, annoyed that Pansy interrupted a heated debate about Qudditch.
"What are you doing over here? And why is SHE sitting on you?"
"I'm over here talking to my friends and she's sitting on me because I let her."
"But I don't understand why? I mean I thought you two have broken up?" Draco was about to answer when Harrie motioned that she would take care of this. Harrie stood up from the table and swung her legs over the bench and picked up her crutches. She stood up and faced Pansy.
"Well, Pansy, so everything is clear with you, I'll put this in simplest terms. We were temporality separated over a miniature disagreement."
"So what?"
"We got back together."
"So what. I can still try to take him from you. I mean it's not like you two are engaged or anything."
"Actually Pansy, we are," said Draco.
"Excuse me! You're WHAT!"
"We're engaged," said Harrie.
"Engaged?"
"Ya, you know. Like engaged to be married," Harrie explained.
"I know what engaged means. But just because you say you are, it doesn't mean you are. Prove it!"
"Second time today," said Harrie sarcastically, looking over at her friends. Harrie held her hand up to Pansy. The diamond and rubies reflected the light from the ceiling into her eyes.
"How could you do this to me Drakey??"
"I don't love you that's how," said Draco, still sitting at the table.
"Don't I make you happy?"
"No, you just annoy me. Harrie, on the other hand, does make me happy."
"HER! WHAT'S SO APPEALING ABOUT HER!!!!"
"Shall I count the ways?"
"You're making a big mistake. Choosing her over me! That's just dumb!"
"No, what's dumb is going after a man you can't have," said Harrie.
"I will win you back Draco, I will win you back!!!" yelled Pansy as two girls from Slytherin pulled Pansy back to the table. Harrie sat back down on Draco's lap.
"Okay, does anyone beside me think Pansy needs some serious help?" asked Harrie, placing her arms around Draco's neck. Each of the other seven raised their hands, which cause laughter to form at their end of the table and hate to rise within Pansy.
"Cause I won't let anyone take Draco away from me," laughed Harrie. Meanwhile, Pansy was one pissed off slit.
"Why would he choose that Potter girl over me?" asked Pansy as she took a seat next to Blaise.
"I don't know doll-face but there's no need to fret. Now you and I can get closer," said Blaise, pulling Pansy on to his lap.
"But why? Is there like something wrong me?" asked Pansy. Blaise took one long look at Pansy.
"Hell. There is nothing wrong with you," said Blaise, staring at Pansy. (No extra points if you can guess where)
"How am I going to get rid of Potter so Draco has to come crawling back to me?" thought Pansy out loud.
"I don't know. How about you and I go up to my room and we'll come up with a plan?" said Blaise, who didn't give a shit about Harrie and her engagement to Draco. He only cared about getting a little something that Pansy tried to give Draco under the tree.
"Looks like Blaise and Pansy are going to get it on," said Lavender.
"Please don't say that," said Patil.
"Ya, you might Draco ideas," laughed Harrie as she lightly jabbed her elbow in to her fiancé's stomach.
"Mwa ha ha!" laughed Draco evilly.
"No, it's just sick to think about that. I mean she is my sister," said Patil sickly.
"Well how do you think I feel with Potter over there with my sister?" laughed Ron.
"HEY!" yelled Ginny and Harry.
"Well, it isn't exactly a picnic having to know that in a few months, Malfoy is going to be legally allowed to fuck my sister," added Harry.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" yelled Harrie, "you have a VERY dirty mind. What do you think Sirius would have to say about that?"
"Well how do you think he's going to be when he finds out that you're engaged to a Malfoy? I mean he does hate Mr. Malfoy," said Harry, who turned to Draco and added, "Sorry mate."
"Don't be. I hate him too. I'm squeezing every penny I can out of him," laughed Draco.
"I told you he was smart!" said Harrie to Hermione.
"What time is it? Everyone's starting to leave," asked Ginny.
"It's...7:13 to exact," answered Draco.
"We should start to head back to the common room," said Lavender.
"Ya, let's go," added Patil.
"Okay," said Ron.
"C'mon Gin," ordered Harry, standing up from his seat.
"Yes, master," joked Ginny, taking the hand of her husband and standing up from her seat. As they started to leave, Hermione noticed that Draco and Harrie weren't with them. Hermione turned to see them still sitting at the table.
"You two coming?" asked Hermione.
"I'll be there in a sec," called Harrie before turning back to Draco, "I have to go. I'll see you in the mourning. Alright?"
"But I want to be with you."
"Once I'm legally yours, you'll always be with me."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
"Okay. Just do one thing for me before we leave?"
"And what would that be?"
"Kiss me."
"Haven't I kissed you enough today?"
"There is no such thing as too many kisses in one day."
"That's true."
"So..."
"Fine." Harrie leaded in and kissed him yet again. As she tried to pull away, Draco pulled her closer to him and let his tongue go hunting for hers. Finally his tongue found its way into her mouth and attacked her tongue. He let out a groan of pleasure and pulled her even closer to him. He placed his hand on the back of her head to keep their lips together.
At last, he let her go and allowed them both to breathe freely again.
"Happy now?" asked Harrie.
"Very, thank you Ms. Potter," asked Draco.
"It won't be Ms. Potter for very long, now will it?"
"Very true. I don't know about you but I prefer Mrs. Draco Malfoy to Ms. Harrieta Potter. How about you?"
"I completely agree with you, Mr. Malfoy."
"Thank you future Mrs. Malfoy." They laughed as they stood up from their seats and started to walk out of the Great Hall.
"Can you believe this whole argument was because of that stupid journal that Hermione found?" asked Draco.
"That book is so old. Why did any of us listen to it?" added Harrie.
"I don't know. Shall we just forget about it then?"
"Yes." They continued to walk to the entrance hall. There, they met up with Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Ron, Lavender, and Patil.
"Nice of you two to finally join us," said Ron.
"What is this? A stockers' party?" asked Harrie.
"No. Stocking takes to much work. Thank you very much," answered Patil.
"I thought that's what you might say," said Draco. He turned to Harrie; "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay. Bye."
"Bye," he repeated and placed a light kiss on to Harrie's cheek and walked towards the dungeons.
"Now wasn't that sweet?" asked Harry mockingly.
"Shut up," said Harrie, very annoyed at how immature her brother was being.
"What? Did I upset you?"
"No, you just annoyed me deeply."
"Just leave her alone Harry," said Hermione.
"Ya, you're being really immature for a married man," added Lavender.
"Thank you Lavender. You took the words right out of my mouth," snarled Harrie, "Is this how you treat a person on crutches?"
"I'm just playing with you, Harr," said Harry.
"I'm just really tired. Can we just go to the dorms now?" asked Harrie.
"Amen to that!" cried Hermione.
"Ya, GOOD thinking Harrie," said Ron to Hermione in a seducing voice.
"Don't even think about," said Hermione.
"What? I'm not thinking about anything," said Ron.
"Let's just go to bed," said Ginny.
"I'll meet you there," said Harry, rubbing his hands together.
"I say it again Harry, you have a VERY dirty mind," said Harrie, shaking her head.
"I'm a married man. I'm allowed to have a dirty mind," answered Harry proudly, "shall we, Virginia?"
"VIRGINIA?!?!" cried Hermione, Lavender, Patil, and Harrie.
"Yes, my real name is Virginia. Do you have a problem with that?" asked Ginny.
"No. It's just that we've never heard anyone call you Virginia," explained Harrie, "Let's go." The seven of them climbed the entrance stairs and walked up to the common room. The girls split and walked to their dorm while so did the boys.
The girls started to get ready for bed and climbed in to their beds.
"What a day! I'm wiped!" yeaned Harrie as she climbed into bed.
"Ya, especially for you," said Lavender.
"Ya, you got a ring," added Patil.
"And you got engaged to your twin brother's arch rival. How sweet is that?" mentioned Hermione.
"Ya, it is pretty sweet. I'll see you guys in the mourning. 'Night!" said Harrie, pulling her covers on.
"Night!" cried the other three girls as they turned out the light and fell asleep.
Meanwhile, in the Slytherin boys' dorms:
Draco walked into the dorm room to hear some very sicken sounds. He walked over to his bed and in Blaise's bed, which was next to his, found Blaise and Pansy making out like bandits. Draco cleared his throat and disturbed the two of them.
Blaise looked up at Draco. His hair was completely messed up and his clothes, mixed together with Pansy's, were in a pile on the floor. Blaise leaded over and whispered to Draco,
"Damn Malfoy, you really missed out. She can fuck like no body's business!"
"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," said Draco, taking a seat on his bed. Pansy sat up and held the blanket so it shown the crack of her breasts.
"Wishing you were Blaise right now Drakie?" said Pansy seducing.
"No," answered Draco solemnly.
"Why? Am I not good enough for you?"
"Yep."
"Excuse me?"
"I said you're not good enough for me."
"What and Potter is?"
"Yep."
"Draco, hun, I think you've been around the potions lab too long."
"No. I just got engaged."
"You can brake off the engagement, you know?"
"But I won't."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm in love with Harrie."
"You don't mean that."
"Yes I do."
"Draco, you don't have to lie to me."
"I'm not lying."
"You don't really love her."
"Yes I do."
"No you don't."
"I think I know who I love and who I don't."
"Come and lie with me love. Take everything off your mind."
"Ya, I'll go and lie."
"Good."
"With Harrie."
"No. Bad, very bad."
"Pansy just give it up."
"No. I love you Draco. Not that Potter girl."
"If she didn't love me then why did she agree to marry me?"
"Because she wants your money!"
"She has her own money."
"But she wants more."
"No, you want my money."
"NO! The Potter girl doesn't want passion or romance. She wants money."
"Pansy, all she wants is me. All you want is sex."
"That's not true."
"Then why are you in bed with Blaise?"
"Because he said that I was a goddess and raped me."
"Excuse me? You know that's not true!" said Blaise.
"Now do you understand why I don't love you Pansy?" asked Draco.
"No," whispered Pansy.
"Let's see. You lie, you cheat, and you go around trying to get sex from any one you think is good looking. You're a gold digger and all you want out of a man is money," answered Draco, "now I suggest that you put your clothes on and head back to your dorm before I inform Snape of your little date tonight."
"Huff!" snarled Pansy as Draco walked over to the bathroom. 10 minutes later, Pansy and her clothing were gone. Draco smirked and crawled into his bed. Blaise looked over at and said,
"Damn. You have no idea what you missed. She is quite a fucker, let me tell you."
"I really don't care about Pansy and how well she can fuck," commented Draco. Crabbe and Goyle entered the dorm.
"How well who can fuck?" asked Crabbe crawling into his bed.
"Pansy. Damn she is the best fucker," answered Blaise.
"What, did you get a little of it from her?" asked Goyle. Draco shoke his head at the stupidity of Goyle's question.
"Hell yeah," answered Blaise.
"So did we miss anything good today?" asked Crabbe.
"So Drakie here just got himself engaged," said Blaise.
"Ah, congrats mate," said Goyle.
"So who's the unlucky girl?" asked Crabbe.
"Ha ha, very funny," snarled Draco.
"It's some Gryffindor chick. What's her name again? Helen, Hannon, Henrietta? What is it?" joked Blaise.
"It's Harrie," corrected Draco, "Harrieta Potter."
"O man!" yelled Goyle.
"What?" asked Draco.
"How did Pansy take it?" asked Goyle.
"Not well?" said Crabbe.
"She and Blaise came up here to compose a 'plan' of revenge against Harrie," said Draco pulling his covers up to his neck, "Night!"
"Night!" cried the other three as they turned out the lights.
Meanwhile in the Slytherin girls' dorm.
Pansy was pacing back and forth across the room. Millicent sat on her bed, watching her best friend think of a plan to rid Hogwarts of Harrieta Lily Potter.
"I GOT IT!" screamed Pansy.
"SHH!" whispered Millicent, "you'll wake everyone up."
"I know how I'm going to get rid of Potter. It's a stroke of brilliance."
"Well, tell, tell."
"Well, you know how today's Valentine's Day?"
"Ya, so?"
"Well, everyone knows that the 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, and 7th years are having a Valentine's Day dance tomorrow night?"
"Ya."
"Well, the school hired Draco's band to play and they hired little Miss Perfect's band also. They're going to have this whole battle of the bands thing going on."
"So."
"Well," Pansy pulled Millicent over and whispered the whole plan in her ear.
"That's genius!"
"Thank you!" thanked Pansy as they climbed in to their beds, "Tomorrow that American son-of-a-bitch is going down!" The two of them laughed themselves to sleep, thinking about a plan that will send Harrie to hell.
(A/N: Well, what do y'all think?? I think it's turning into a soup opera. Well review please!!! ~*Pippin
[P.S: If you review this and in the review tell me 1 thing in this chapter that foreshadows something in another one of my stories {like Battle for Hogwarts (Hint, Hint)}, I will put your name in one of my upcoming chapters or stories. Good luck! Merry, you better be able to answer this!!]
As Draco watched Harrie walk away, he realized what he had losted. He took a painful breathe of truth and turned on his heels. He walked towards the lake and sat down under the big oak tree.
"Harrie and I used sit here after school in the spring," he thought to himself. He stared out at the lake for God knows how long. He heard footsteps coming up behind him. He turned quickly and,
"Harr-. O hi Pansy," he said disappointedly, turning back towards the lake.
"O, Drakie," she said seducingly, "Did that damn dirty Gryffindor girl brake your poor heart?" She wrapped her arm around his shoulders and sat herself down in his lap. She wrapped her other arm around his neck.
"No Pansy, I broke HER heart," he said trying to push Pansy off of him.
"But, that means that you and I can get closer," she said, inching herself closer and closer to Draco, until their lips were almost touching.
"Pansy, I don't want to get closer to you. I never have and I never will. So I suggest that you get off me and go back to the common room." Just as he finished, Pansy lend in and kissed him, in hoping that this would change his mind. Harrie decided to come back, she had realized that she would never find anyone better then Draco. "He'll be at the tree, I know it!" By the time Harrie got to the tree, she witnessed her worst nightmare come true. Draco KISSING Pansy. "It can't be! It just can't be!!!" A tear fell down Harrie's cheek. That was it. She losted. Pansy won. Draco had moved on to the school slit. Harrie just turned around and ran up to the Gryffindor tower.
You could Pansy had experience in this department. After a couple of seconds Draco found himself flat on the ground with Pansy on top on him. Finally he decided to take a stand. With all his might, he pushed Pansy up and turned so that she was flat to the ground and so he could stand up and walk away. Pansy finally stopped and whispered in to his ear,
"If you wanted to be on top, you could have said so." Draco stood up and brushed the dirt off his robes and said,
"Pansy you are a damn dirty tart and if you want to have sex with someone then you can become a prostitute, but you'll NEVER and I repeat, you will NEVER get any from me. So go back to the common room and get a life!!!!!!" He then turned and ran toward the castle. To find Harrie.
Hermione started to walk up to the stairs to the girls' dorm, when she heard something crying. She walked into her dorm to see Harrie into her pillow.
"Harrie, what's wrong??" asked Hermione, moving closer towards. Harrie just looked up into Hermione's big brown eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks. She let her head fall on to Hermione's shoulder and she started to sob.
"Harrie," Hermione started, patting Harrie's black hair, "what happened?? You can tell me." Harrie dried her eyes and looked up at Hermione.
"THAT LOZY SON-OF-A-BITCH KISSED PANSY!!!!!!! THE LOZY SLIT!! HOW COULD HE MOVE ON SO FUCKING FAST?!?!?!" she sobbed into Hermione's shoulder.
"Shh, shh its ok," said Hermione, patting Harrie's head.
"But how?? I thought I meant something to him?? He said that he loved me! How could he?? How??"
"I know, there's something wrong here. Do you want me to find out what's going on for you??"
"No, no. I just never want him to die and go to Hell."
"It's going to be alright. I'll get Ron on the job. OK??"
"Fine but I'm never speaking to that bastard again!"
"Why don't you go out and ride your broom. That might help to relax
you."
"Ok." Harrie grabbed her broom from her side of the dorm. She walked
over to the open window and took off.
Harrie flew around the mountains for God knows how long. Below her were the mountains she knew like the back of her own hand. No more tears fell from her cheeks but the pain still lingered inside.
"Who cares if he moved on to the slit? I don't. O, I really don't. So what if he was always on my side? So what if he treated me equality even though I have half a left leg? So what if he said he loved me? He obviously doesn't. I was just a toy for him until he could get his hands on Pansy. For all I know the two of them are off fucking each other and not giving a shit about it. That's their business not mine," mumbled Harrie to herself as she flew to the Quidditch pitch and sat on top of one of the stands, "That's it. After graduation next year I'm going home. Back to New York. Back to my friends. Back to my life. Back to everything I know and love. There nothing left for me here."
"Yes there is," said a familiar voice from behind her. She turned her head to see Malfoy standing behind her.
"Did you follow me??"
"No. I was sitting here and I saw you fly up. Is that a problem?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Shouldn't you be off making out with Pansy??"
"O, you saw that."
"Yeah, I did. Did you enjoy it?"
"Well... No I didn't. I didn't kiss her, she kissed me. Harr, I love you too much to do that to you."
"Yeah right."
"No, I'm serious."
"If you're so quote on quote 'serious' then why did kiss Hermione? Hmmmm."
"I'm sorry alright."
"That doesn't cut it. Why did you do it??"
"Because, because I was drunk. I was out with my friends all night and I took a tonic so no one would notice but it wore off."
"How do I know that you're not lying to me?"
" I swear on the one thing I care about."
"Now what would that be??"
"You."
"If you care about me so much then why did you do this to me?"
"I told you. I was drunk. I don't know what else to say."
"I can't trust you." And at that, Harrie turned and started to walk towards her broom.
"IF you love her, don't let her go," thought Draco. Then he got the most brilliant idea.
"Good morrow Kate, for that's your name I heard." Harrie stopped and turned her head in shock.
"Wh-What did you say?"
"Good morrow Kate for that's your name I heard."
"Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing. They call me Katherine that do talk of me."
"You lie, in faith, for you are called plain Kate, and bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst. But, Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom, Kate of Kate Hall, my super dainty Kate, for dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate, take this of me, Kate of my consolation. Hearing thy mildness praised in every town, thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded. Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs. Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife."
"Moved! In good times, let time that moved you hither. Remove you hence. I knew you at the first, you were a movable."
"Why, what's a movable?"
"A joint stool."
"Thou hast hit it; come sit of me."
"Asses are made to bear and so are you."
"Women are made to bear and so are you."
"No such jade as you, if me you mean."
"Alas, good Kate, I will not burden thee, for, knowing thee to be but young and light."
"Too light for such a swain as you to catch and yet as heavy as my weight should be."
"Should be! Should—buzz!"
"Well ta'en, and like a buzzard."
"O slow-winged turtle, shall a buzzard take thee?"
"Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard."
"Come, come, you wasp, I' faith you are too angry."
"If I be waspish, best beware my string."
"My remedy is then to pluck it out."
"Ay, if the fool could find where it lies."
"Who knows not where a wasp does wear his string? In his tail."
"In his tongue."
"Whose tongue?"
"Yours, if you talk of tales, and so farewell."
"What, with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again. Good Kate, I am a gentleman."
"That I'll try." Harrie walked over to Draco and did a stage slap.
"I swear I'll cuff you if you strike again." Another stage slap.
"So may you lose your arms: If you strike me, you are no gentleman, and if no gentleman, why then no arms."
"A herald, Kate? O, put me in thy books."
"What is your crest? A coxcomb?"
"A combless cock so Kate will be my hen?"
"No cock of mine; you crow too like a craven."
"Nay, come, Kate, you must not look so sour."
"It is my fashion when I see a crab."
"Why, here's no crab, and therefore look not sour."
"There is, there is."
"Then show it me." Draco grabbed Harrie by the waist.
"Had I a glass I would." Harrie fights to brake from Draco's grab.
"What, you mean my face?"
"Well aimed of such a young one."
"Now, by Saint George, I am too young for you."
"Yet you are withered."
" 'Tis with cares."
"I care not."
"Nay, hear you, Kate, in sooth you scape not so."
"I chafe you if I tarry. Let me go."
"No, not a whit. I find you passing gentle. 'Twas told me you were rough and coy and sullen, and now I find report a very liar, for thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous, but slow in speech, yet as sweet as springtime flowers. Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look askance, nor bite the lip as angry wenches will, nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk, but thou with mildness entertain'st thy wooers, with gentle conference, soft and affable. Why does the world report that Kate doth limp? O sland'rous world! Kate like the hazel-twig is straight and slender, and as brown in hue as hazelnuts and sweeter then the kernels. O, let me see thee walk. Thou dost not halt."
"Go, fool, and whom thou keep'st command."
"Did ever Dian so become a grove as Kate this chamber with her princely gait? O, be thou Dian and let her be Kate, and then let Kate be chaste and Dian sportful!"
"Where did you study all this goodly speech?"
"It is extempore, from my mother-wit."
"A witty mother! Witless else her son."
"Am I not wise?"
"Yes, keep you warm."
"Marry, so I mean, sweet Katherine, in thy bed. And therefore, setting all this chat aside, thus in plain terms: your father hath consented that you shall be my wife, your dowry 'greed on, and will you, nill you, I will marry you. Now, Kate, I am a husband for your turn, for by this light, whereby I see thy beauty, thy beauty that doth make me like thee well, thou must be married to no man but me. For I am born to tame you, Kate, and bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate conformable as other household Kates. ...Never make denial; I must and will have Katherine to my wife."
Tears started to run down Harrie's cheeks. Draco pulled her into him and held her close.
"All is well, my shrew. All is well," he whispered into her ear. Harrie lifted her head from his shoulder and wiped the tears from her cheeks. Slowly she looked in to his eyes.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," she cried. Draco pulled her head to his crest and pat the back of her head, soaking up the warmth from her hair.
"Don't be. Don't be. I'm sorry Harrie, I'm sorry. Do you forgive me?" Harrie considered for a moment and spoke,
"Now I can." A smile formed on Draco's face for the first time in days.
"I thought I could get you to talk me if I used "The Taming of the Shrew"."
"You do a good Petruchio," said Harrie, with a smile.
"Thank you my fair Katherine."
"Actually I take that back. You're too damn sexy to be that sexist pig Petruchio."
"Thank you my shrew."
"Your quite welcome."
"And, kiss me, Kate, "We will be married a Sunday"."
"Well I will kiss you but I'm not sure about the married part."
"Why are you unsure?"
"Because we're only seventeen. Maybe once we get out of Hogwarts, I'll consider it."
"Well then just kiss me for the time being."
"That much I can do," laughed Harrie. Draco leaned in and kissed her for the first time in days. Harrie let everything go and just followed the rhythm of the kiss. Draco started to let his tongue trace the outline of Harrie's lips. Harrie allowed his tongue to enter her mouth and let her tongue meet his. Their tongues played around and that sealed the deal. Harrie was Draco's again and wasn't going to lose him again. Draco moved his head away and looked at his girl.
"You're mine again."
"That sounds nice. I miss hearing that."
"You're my girl. MINE. Not Harry's, not Ron's. Mine. Can we keep it that way?"
"Yes we can." Draco reached into the pocket of his robe and pulled out a small object.
"What is that?" asked Harrie. Draco kneeled down before her, and held her hand.
"Harrie, once we get the hell out of here, will you marry me?" Harrie stared at him in shock.
"What?"
"Once we get out of Hogwarts, will you marry me?" Harrie's eyes started to glaze over with tears.
"Yes. Yes, I'll marry you." Draco smiled and opened the small box to reveal a golden ring with an owl diamonds surrounded on both sides by two dragon rubies. He took the ring out of the box and placed it on her left ring finger.
"Do you like it? I try to pick out something simple yet elegant."
"I love it. How could you afford it?"
"I had some money saved up for something important and I thought this was more important then anything else."
"Thank you. I feel so loved that you thought I was somewhat important."
"You should feel loved and you are more important to me then anything else in the world." Harrie smiled and looked at Draco. A simple tear fell down her cheek and quickly, she swapped it away. Harrie kissed him and let every problem she ever had fly away. They pulled away and looked into each other's eyes.
"I don't know what to say," said Harrie.
"Well, I think if we don't go, we're going to miss dinner."
"What time is it?"
"It's 5:37 to be exacted."
"Yeah, we only have 20 minutes. Let's go." Harrie tried to stand up but Draco pulled her back down and on to his lap.
"Just one last kiss and then we can go."
"Fine." Harrie leaned in and kissed him. She placed her tongue on his lips and they opened. Again their tongues met and Draco let out a small groan of pleasure. They pulled apart and Harrie looked up at him.
"Happy, now?"
"Quite. But when I'm with you, I'm always happy."
"You know that you're a kiss up, right?"
"Does that impress you?"
"Now it does." They stood up and walked over to their brooms and picked them up slowly. They mounted the brooms and flew down the stands and landed on the pitch. They started to walk towards the castle.
"I heard from the muggle hospitals in New York," said Harrie, using her broom as a crutch.
"Well..."
"They finished building my fake limb. I'll have a new fake leg within the week."
"Congrats to you then," answered Draco with a grin on his face.
"Once I get used to walking with it, I won't have to use my crutches as much."
"That's a good thing. Will you need to sleep with it on?"
"No, I'll have to take it off to go to sleep and I'll just need with crutches when it's not on."
"A skill for you." By now they had reached the castle. Harrie sent her broom back to her dorm and summoned for her crutches. Once she was on her crutches they walked towards the Great Hall and made it just in time for dinner. They parted at the doors and went to their houses' tables.
Harrie sat down and placed her crutches under the table.
"What's with you? You're beaming?" asked Hermione as they started to eat.
"Ya, what's up?" asked Lavender.
"You weren't this happy this mourning. Hell, you just plain pissed," added Patil. Harrie just grinned and continued to eat her dinner.
"What happened??" asked Hermione again. Harrie simply placed her left hand on the table and continued to eat. Hermione, Lavender, and Patil stared in shock at her hand. Their mouths dropped and the food they were chewing rolled out of their mouths.
"Where the hell did you get that?!?!" asked Patil, picking up Harrie's hand and staring at the ring.
"From Draco," answered Harrie, without looking up from her plate.
"For what reason?" asked Lavender.
"To apologize?" said Hermione.
"No," answered Harrie.
"Then why did he give you a ring?" asked Lavender.
"He asked me to marry him," answered Harrie, without looking up from her dinner.
"WHAT!!!!" screamed her three roommates.
"He asked me to marry him. Do you have a problem with that?" asked Harrie, looking up from her food.
"But you were on the verge of killing him this mourning! What the fuck happened??" asked Patil.
"The Taming of the Shrew," answered Harrie, grinning evilly.
"What the hell is that??" asked Lavender.
"You guys are the English ones, you should know this," answered Harrie.
"What did you say?? Yes? No? Inform me!!" said Hermione.
"I said yes. Happy?" answered Harrie, getting very annoyed at the questions being asked by her roommates.
"O MY GOD!!!! HARRIE!!! THIS IS GREAT!!!!!!!" yelled Lavender.
"What's so great?" asked Harry taking a seat next to his sister.
"Please inform the uninformed," said Ron taking a seat next to his girlfriend.
"O, your sister is just engaged to your arch rival, no biggie," said Hermione.
"WHAT?!?!?!" cried Harry, staring at his sister who just continued to eat her dinner, but kicked Hermione under the table.
"YOU'RE ENGAGED?!?!?!" yelled Ron, spitting out the water that was in his mouth out.
"Thanks Hermione, you're a big help," snarled Harrie.
"You're engaged?? How you can you be engaged if you're completely pissed off at your boyfriend??" asked Harry.
"FYI, I'm engaged to my boyfriend because I got a reason that makes sense and knows how to talk to me," answered Harrie.
"Prove it that you're engaged to Malfoy," snarled Harry, "'Cause unless he is truly fit to marry you, I won't let my little sister marry my worst enemy."
"Fine," snarled Harrie. She lifted her left hand and held it up to her brother's face. The gold sparkles in the light and the rubies and diamond reflected off of each other and shown into Harry's eyes.
"Holy shit, Harry. Look at that," said Ron, grabbing Harrie's hand and staring at the ring. Harrie turned towards the table of the snakes and motioned for Draco. He stood up from his seat and walked over to Harrie.
"What's up Harr?" asked Draco, giving Harrie a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Harry doesn't believe me when I said that we're engaged. Can you believe that?" asked Harrie.
"Doesn't believe you? Doesn't the ring mean anything to him?" Draco replied.
"Apparently not," laughed Harrie.
"Well Mr. Potter, don't even believe your own flesh and blood. That's just sad," said Draco, "I'm personally hurt that you think that Harrie would lie to you. That hurts!"
"Well, I don't want my little sister to marry a bastard like you," snarled Harry.
"That's not nice Harry. I don't like the way you're talking to my fiancé. Now say you're sorry," said Harrie.
"I'm not apologizing to this lazy son of a bitch," snarled Harry.
"Fine. Be that way. Are you going to be like this at our wedding?" asked Draco.
"If I'm even there," snarled Harry.
"Harry!" cried Harrie, "I've helped you with Ginny and this is how you repay me?"
"At least when I got engaged to Ginny, I wasn't proposing to my arch rival!" shouted Harry.
"Just because he's your worst enemy, that doesn't him mine. I love him and you just have to deal with it!" yelled Harrie.
"It should make him your worst enemy," hissed Harry.
"Well, since we're on the topic and since Ron is here, to you want to inform him of what you did last summer?" snarled Harrie.
"What DID you do last summer Harry?" asked Ron.
"Nothing important," answered Harry, looking down at his plate.
"And that's code for it's very important. Now spill," hissed Ron.
"I said nothing important," whispered Harry.
"What's going on?" asked Ginny, walking up and taking a seat on Harry's lap.
"Why don't you tell us, Gin?" hissed Ron.
"What do you mean?" asked Ginny, becoming very confused.
"Why don't you and Harry tell us what you two did over the summer?" said Ron.
"That was months ago why do you care?" asked Ginny, getting very nervous.
"I care because you're my little sister and I feel that you're hiding something from me and I don't like it," answered Ron.
"Harry, do you want to answer this? I'm just gonna go back to my seat," said Ginny, trying to stand up but was pulled back down by Harry.
"Hell no Gin. If I have to tell them that we got married over the summer then you have to stay here. Opps," said Harry, realizing what he just said.
"YOU MARRIED MY SISTER! AND DIDN'T TELL ME!!" yelled Ron.
"Ron, I didn't tell you because I knew you would act this way. I'm sorry," said Ginny, tears starting to form in her eyes.
"Harrie, how could you? You promised me you wouldn't tell!" snarled Harry.
"I kept it a secret for 8 months. Ron deserves to know. And you can't tell me that it's a bit of relief to let it out," answered Harrie.
"I have to admit that it is a bit of a relief to let your brother know," said Harry.
"Yeah, I guess so," answered Ginny, "are you mad Ron?"
"I'm pissed that you didn't tell me. But it's your life and if this is what you want, then I'm behind you on it. Just don't lie to me anymore," answered Ron.
"Well, now that this is all cleared up, I'm gonna go up to my dorm. 'Night," said Harrie. As she started to stand up, Draco pushed back down into her seat.
"I don't think so. Have you told them about your leg?" asked Draco, an evil smirk forming on his face.
"No I haven't. Happy?" answered Harrie.
"No I'm not. Now tell them," said Draco.
"Tell us what?" asked Harry.
"Please inform us, Harr," added Hermione.
"Fine, vultures. I heard the muggle hospital in New York. They're sending me my new fake leg," answered Harrie, turning to Draco she added, "Happy?"
"Yes," he answered.
"Congrats Harrie," said Ron.
"This is great!" yelled Lavender.
"Ya, ya," said Harrie solemnly.
"Anything else you want to fill us in on?" asked Patil.
"Nay," answered Harrie, "can I please go to bed now?"
"Can I join you?" asked Draco.
"No! You have to wait, ok?" answered Harrie.
"Please?" said Draco, giving her the puppy dog eyes.
"No," answered Harrie, trying to keep herself together. Draco wasn't going to give up. Harry slid over on the bench and let Draco take a seat. Draco pulled Harrie closer to him and, in Harrie's book, did something very low. He started to kiss her neck.
"O, come on Drake, that's just low," laughed Harrie, "stop, please. This is your all time low." Realizing this wasn't working, Draco moved up and started on her ear.
"O that's just wrong. Come on, Draco, she ain't gonna crack," said Lavender. Draco stopped and looked at Harrie.
"It isn't working?" he moaned.
"Nope, sorry hun," answered Harrie. Draco thought for a moment and leaded in and kissed her.
"Does he think a bloody kiss will change my mind?" Harrie thought but then she felt his tongue feeling the outlining of her lips. She kept her lips tightly shut until she felt his tongue start to pry her lips open. She let his tongue enter her mouth and search for her tongue. Finally their tongues met and Harrie felt Draco smile. Harrie pulled away from Draco and stared at him.
"Well..." said Harrie, smirking and waiting for his answer.
"Please," Draco asked again.
"First of all, if I'm going to marry you, you have to understand something."
"What's that?"
"Once I say no, it's very difficult to change my mind."
"Even if I kiss you like that?"
"Yes, even if you kiss me like that."
"Fine but you owe me big Harr. Very big." Harrie leaded in, right next to his ear and whispered,
"Don't worry. On our wedding night, you won't be disappointed. I promise." A look of shock and satisfaction came over Draco's face.
"Okay then. I'll wait," said Draco. The eight of them got into a conversation about Qudditch and started debating which team in the I.Q.A (International Qudditch Association) was the best. Ginny made herself comfortable on Harry's lap, Ron pulled Hermione on to his and Draco already had Harrie on his lap.
After debating for about 20 minutes, Pansy walked over to Draco.
"Hi Drakey," she said in a seducing voice. Draco turned his head to look.
"Yes..." he said, annoyed that Pansy interrupted a heated debate about Qudditch.
"What are you doing over here? And why is SHE sitting on you?"
"I'm over here talking to my friends and she's sitting on me because I let her."
"But I don't understand why? I mean I thought you two have broken up?" Draco was about to answer when Harrie motioned that she would take care of this. Harrie stood up from the table and swung her legs over the bench and picked up her crutches. She stood up and faced Pansy.
"Well, Pansy, so everything is clear with you, I'll put this in simplest terms. We were temporality separated over a miniature disagreement."
"So what?"
"We got back together."
"So what. I can still try to take him from you. I mean it's not like you two are engaged or anything."
"Actually Pansy, we are," said Draco.
"Excuse me! You're WHAT!"
"We're engaged," said Harrie.
"Engaged?"
"Ya, you know. Like engaged to be married," Harrie explained.
"I know what engaged means. But just because you say you are, it doesn't mean you are. Prove it!"
"Second time today," said Harrie sarcastically, looking over at her friends. Harrie held her hand up to Pansy. The diamond and rubies reflected the light from the ceiling into her eyes.
"How could you do this to me Drakey??"
"I don't love you that's how," said Draco, still sitting at the table.
"Don't I make you happy?"
"No, you just annoy me. Harrie, on the other hand, does make me happy."
"HER! WHAT'S SO APPEALING ABOUT HER!!!!"
"Shall I count the ways?"
"You're making a big mistake. Choosing her over me! That's just dumb!"
"No, what's dumb is going after a man you can't have," said Harrie.
"I will win you back Draco, I will win you back!!!" yelled Pansy as two girls from Slytherin pulled Pansy back to the table. Harrie sat back down on Draco's lap.
"Okay, does anyone beside me think Pansy needs some serious help?" asked Harrie, placing her arms around Draco's neck. Each of the other seven raised their hands, which cause laughter to form at their end of the table and hate to rise within Pansy.
"Cause I won't let anyone take Draco away from me," laughed Harrie. Meanwhile, Pansy was one pissed off slit.
"Why would he choose that Potter girl over me?" asked Pansy as she took a seat next to Blaise.
"I don't know doll-face but there's no need to fret. Now you and I can get closer," said Blaise, pulling Pansy on to his lap.
"But why? Is there like something wrong me?" asked Pansy. Blaise took one long look at Pansy.
"Hell. There is nothing wrong with you," said Blaise, staring at Pansy. (No extra points if you can guess where)
"How am I going to get rid of Potter so Draco has to come crawling back to me?" thought Pansy out loud.
"I don't know. How about you and I go up to my room and we'll come up with a plan?" said Blaise, who didn't give a shit about Harrie and her engagement to Draco. He only cared about getting a little something that Pansy tried to give Draco under the tree.
"Looks like Blaise and Pansy are going to get it on," said Lavender.
"Please don't say that," said Patil.
"Ya, you might Draco ideas," laughed Harrie as she lightly jabbed her elbow in to her fiancé's stomach.
"Mwa ha ha!" laughed Draco evilly.
"No, it's just sick to think about that. I mean she is my sister," said Patil sickly.
"Well how do you think I feel with Potter over there with my sister?" laughed Ron.
"HEY!" yelled Ginny and Harry.
"Well, it isn't exactly a picnic having to know that in a few months, Malfoy is going to be legally allowed to fuck my sister," added Harry.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" yelled Harrie, "you have a VERY dirty mind. What do you think Sirius would have to say about that?"
"Well how do you think he's going to be when he finds out that you're engaged to a Malfoy? I mean he does hate Mr. Malfoy," said Harry, who turned to Draco and added, "Sorry mate."
"Don't be. I hate him too. I'm squeezing every penny I can out of him," laughed Draco.
"I told you he was smart!" said Harrie to Hermione.
"What time is it? Everyone's starting to leave," asked Ginny.
"It's...7:13 to exact," answered Draco.
"We should start to head back to the common room," said Lavender.
"Ya, let's go," added Patil.
"Okay," said Ron.
"C'mon Gin," ordered Harry, standing up from his seat.
"Yes, master," joked Ginny, taking the hand of her husband and standing up from her seat. As they started to leave, Hermione noticed that Draco and Harrie weren't with them. Hermione turned to see them still sitting at the table.
"You two coming?" asked Hermione.
"I'll be there in a sec," called Harrie before turning back to Draco, "I have to go. I'll see you in the mourning. Alright?"
"But I want to be with you."
"Once I'm legally yours, you'll always be with me."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
"Okay. Just do one thing for me before we leave?"
"And what would that be?"
"Kiss me."
"Haven't I kissed you enough today?"
"There is no such thing as too many kisses in one day."
"That's true."
"So..."
"Fine." Harrie leaded in and kissed him yet again. As she tried to pull away, Draco pulled her closer to him and let his tongue go hunting for hers. Finally his tongue found its way into her mouth and attacked her tongue. He let out a groan of pleasure and pulled her even closer to him. He placed his hand on the back of her head to keep their lips together.
At last, he let her go and allowed them both to breathe freely again.
"Happy now?" asked Harrie.
"Very, thank you Ms. Potter," asked Draco.
"It won't be Ms. Potter for very long, now will it?"
"Very true. I don't know about you but I prefer Mrs. Draco Malfoy to Ms. Harrieta Potter. How about you?"
"I completely agree with you, Mr. Malfoy."
"Thank you future Mrs. Malfoy." They laughed as they stood up from their seats and started to walk out of the Great Hall.
"Can you believe this whole argument was because of that stupid journal that Hermione found?" asked Draco.
"That book is so old. Why did any of us listen to it?" added Harrie.
"I don't know. Shall we just forget about it then?"
"Yes." They continued to walk to the entrance hall. There, they met up with Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Ron, Lavender, and Patil.
"Nice of you two to finally join us," said Ron.
"What is this? A stockers' party?" asked Harrie.
"No. Stocking takes to much work. Thank you very much," answered Patil.
"I thought that's what you might say," said Draco. He turned to Harrie; "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay. Bye."
"Bye," he repeated and placed a light kiss on to Harrie's cheek and walked towards the dungeons.
"Now wasn't that sweet?" asked Harry mockingly.
"Shut up," said Harrie, very annoyed at how immature her brother was being.
"What? Did I upset you?"
"No, you just annoyed me deeply."
"Just leave her alone Harry," said Hermione.
"Ya, you're being really immature for a married man," added Lavender.
"Thank you Lavender. You took the words right out of my mouth," snarled Harrie, "Is this how you treat a person on crutches?"
"I'm just playing with you, Harr," said Harry.
"I'm just really tired. Can we just go to the dorms now?" asked Harrie.
"Amen to that!" cried Hermione.
"Ya, GOOD thinking Harrie," said Ron to Hermione in a seducing voice.
"Don't even think about," said Hermione.
"What? I'm not thinking about anything," said Ron.
"Let's just go to bed," said Ginny.
"I'll meet you there," said Harry, rubbing his hands together.
"I say it again Harry, you have a VERY dirty mind," said Harrie, shaking her head.
"I'm a married man. I'm allowed to have a dirty mind," answered Harry proudly, "shall we, Virginia?"
"VIRGINIA?!?!" cried Hermione, Lavender, Patil, and Harrie.
"Yes, my real name is Virginia. Do you have a problem with that?" asked Ginny.
"No. It's just that we've never heard anyone call you Virginia," explained Harrie, "Let's go." The seven of them climbed the entrance stairs and walked up to the common room. The girls split and walked to their dorm while so did the boys.
The girls started to get ready for bed and climbed in to their beds.
"What a day! I'm wiped!" yeaned Harrie as she climbed into bed.
"Ya, especially for you," said Lavender.
"Ya, you got a ring," added Patil.
"And you got engaged to your twin brother's arch rival. How sweet is that?" mentioned Hermione.
"Ya, it is pretty sweet. I'll see you guys in the mourning. 'Night!" said Harrie, pulling her covers on.
"Night!" cried the other three girls as they turned out the light and fell asleep.
Meanwhile, in the Slytherin boys' dorms:
Draco walked into the dorm room to hear some very sicken sounds. He walked over to his bed and in Blaise's bed, which was next to his, found Blaise and Pansy making out like bandits. Draco cleared his throat and disturbed the two of them.
Blaise looked up at Draco. His hair was completely messed up and his clothes, mixed together with Pansy's, were in a pile on the floor. Blaise leaded over and whispered to Draco,
"Damn Malfoy, you really missed out. She can fuck like no body's business!"
"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," said Draco, taking a seat on his bed. Pansy sat up and held the blanket so it shown the crack of her breasts.
"Wishing you were Blaise right now Drakie?" said Pansy seducing.
"No," answered Draco solemnly.
"Why? Am I not good enough for you?"
"Yep."
"Excuse me?"
"I said you're not good enough for me."
"What and Potter is?"
"Yep."
"Draco, hun, I think you've been around the potions lab too long."
"No. I just got engaged."
"You can brake off the engagement, you know?"
"But I won't."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm in love with Harrie."
"You don't mean that."
"Yes I do."
"Draco, you don't have to lie to me."
"I'm not lying."
"You don't really love her."
"Yes I do."
"No you don't."
"I think I know who I love and who I don't."
"Come and lie with me love. Take everything off your mind."
"Ya, I'll go and lie."
"Good."
"With Harrie."
"No. Bad, very bad."
"Pansy just give it up."
"No. I love you Draco. Not that Potter girl."
"If she didn't love me then why did she agree to marry me?"
"Because she wants your money!"
"She has her own money."
"But she wants more."
"No, you want my money."
"NO! The Potter girl doesn't want passion or romance. She wants money."
"Pansy, all she wants is me. All you want is sex."
"That's not true."
"Then why are you in bed with Blaise?"
"Because he said that I was a goddess and raped me."
"Excuse me? You know that's not true!" said Blaise.
"Now do you understand why I don't love you Pansy?" asked Draco.
"No," whispered Pansy.
"Let's see. You lie, you cheat, and you go around trying to get sex from any one you think is good looking. You're a gold digger and all you want out of a man is money," answered Draco, "now I suggest that you put your clothes on and head back to your dorm before I inform Snape of your little date tonight."
"Huff!" snarled Pansy as Draco walked over to the bathroom. 10 minutes later, Pansy and her clothing were gone. Draco smirked and crawled into his bed. Blaise looked over at and said,
"Damn. You have no idea what you missed. She is quite a fucker, let me tell you."
"I really don't care about Pansy and how well she can fuck," commented Draco. Crabbe and Goyle entered the dorm.
"How well who can fuck?" asked Crabbe crawling into his bed.
"Pansy. Damn she is the best fucker," answered Blaise.
"What, did you get a little of it from her?" asked Goyle. Draco shoke his head at the stupidity of Goyle's question.
"Hell yeah," answered Blaise.
"So did we miss anything good today?" asked Crabbe.
"So Drakie here just got himself engaged," said Blaise.
"Ah, congrats mate," said Goyle.
"So who's the unlucky girl?" asked Crabbe.
"Ha ha, very funny," snarled Draco.
"It's some Gryffindor chick. What's her name again? Helen, Hannon, Henrietta? What is it?" joked Blaise.
"It's Harrie," corrected Draco, "Harrieta Potter."
"O man!" yelled Goyle.
"What?" asked Draco.
"How did Pansy take it?" asked Goyle.
"Not well?" said Crabbe.
"She and Blaise came up here to compose a 'plan' of revenge against Harrie," said Draco pulling his covers up to his neck, "Night!"
"Night!" cried the other three as they turned out the lights.
Meanwhile in the Slytherin girls' dorm.
Pansy was pacing back and forth across the room. Millicent sat on her bed, watching her best friend think of a plan to rid Hogwarts of Harrieta Lily Potter.
"I GOT IT!" screamed Pansy.
"SHH!" whispered Millicent, "you'll wake everyone up."
"I know how I'm going to get rid of Potter. It's a stroke of brilliance."
"Well, tell, tell."
"Well, you know how today's Valentine's Day?"
"Ya, so?"
"Well, everyone knows that the 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, and 7th years are having a Valentine's Day dance tomorrow night?"
"Ya."
"Well, the school hired Draco's band to play and they hired little Miss Perfect's band also. They're going to have this whole battle of the bands thing going on."
"So."
"Well," Pansy pulled Millicent over and whispered the whole plan in her ear.
"That's genius!"
"Thank you!" thanked Pansy as they climbed in to their beds, "Tomorrow that American son-of-a-bitch is going down!" The two of them laughed themselves to sleep, thinking about a plan that will send Harrie to hell.
(A/N: Well, what do y'all think?? I think it's turning into a soup opera. Well review please!!! ~*Pippin
[P.S: If you review this and in the review tell me 1 thing in this chapter that foreshadows something in another one of my stories {like Battle for Hogwarts (Hint, Hint)}, I will put your name in one of my upcoming chapters or stories. Good luck! Merry, you better be able to answer this!!]