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The Malfoy Manor was a busy place...for the house elves at least. They were
occupied with preparing food, cleaning the huge mansion, and helping the
Malfoys get dressed.
"Does Young Master like his clothes, sir? Milly picked them out especially for him, sir..." The squeaky house elf said, her hands shaking.
Draco looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was slicked back (like always); he had on a black suit, a tucked-in white-collar shirt, a dark green tie, and dragon-hide shoes.
"It will do." Draco said, shooing away the house elf with a flick of his wrist. As soon as the house elf had disappeared, Draco adjusted his coat one last time and left for his bedroom. On his way there, though, he passed his parents room. As curiosity grabbed him by the tie, he stood against the door and listened...
"Narcissa, I don't want Draco to have anything to do with something that even LOOKS like a Weasley...you understand, don't you?" Lucius said as a house elf started putting on his shoes. Draco realized that he wasn't the only one a little worried that he'd be marrying something that looked like Ron's sister.
"Lucius, mark my word, Whitney doesn't look a thing like the Weasleys. If she did, I wouldn't have even bothered asking their family..." Narcissa said, taking out her wand and getting rid of most of her wrinkles. Draco mouthed, "Thank you!" as he felt a bit more self-assured.
"And what about Mr. O'Rylie...I've heard that name before, but..." Lucius said as he stopped tying his own tie and fell into a deep concentration.
"Well, you can ask him yourself...I only have connections with Mrs. O'Rylie." Narcissa said, observing her wrinkle-free skin.
Draco decided he had enough information to calm his hunger and was sure if he stayed another second, his father would probably sense he was listening. He silently walked to his bedroom and sat on a black sofa-chair. On a table in front of him was a mini quidditch stadium: Today it was the Tornados versus the Hedgehogs. He watched as the quaffle was released and the chaser for Tornados grabbed it in a quick second. He flew around a beater and then shot straight for the left hoop...but missed. Draco yawned as he closed the stadium and flopped onto his bed. In all, he hoped this girl wouldn't be as exhausting as Pansy...or as ugly.
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Whitney slipped on a pair of back high-heels to match her dress and her hair. Her green eyes seemed to stick out even more than before against her olive skin and black cocktail dress. Whitney marveled how tall she was...well, at least taller than before. Whitney stood at a mere 5'4" at the age of 16, but her hair made up for her height. Her long, black hair reached up to the end of her back. Her locks used to be curly when they were cut short, but because of all the weight of her hair, the locks seemed to straighten out and were now silky, wavy strands. She stood next to the mirror and started to put on her favorite, dangly, silver star earrings. She smiled as she put a coat of clear lip-gloss. Whitney looked under her eyes for bags, but only saw the usual freckles around her nose and a bit on her cheeks. The freckles weren't like the Weasley's, who had them everywhere, but just a few dots. To Whitney's relief, she didn't have any freckles on her body.
She left her bedroom, her heels making click-clack sounds on the marble floor and echoed off the walls. Her parents were already waiting near the fireplace, ready to use the floo powder.
"Oh, Whitney! You look absolutely GORGEOUS!" Her stepmother said as she ran up to her for a hug. As she wrapped her arms around Whitney for a hug, Whitney whispered, "You remember your part of the deal, no?"
"What? Oh yes...right. You can have a new broom." Her stepmother whispered back.
"Good. Because I didn't dress like this for nothing." Whitney said with a sour look on her face.
They stopped hugging as Whitney put on a fake smile.
"Well, come along now, we can't be late, now can we?" Her father said as he gave each of them a bit of floo powder.
Her father was first. He stepped into their huge, stone fireplace and threw the powder onto himself while yelling, "To The Malfoy Manor!"
Fumes of green surrounded him and in a second, he was gone.
Before her stepmother stepped into the fireplace, she turned to Whitney.
"Now Whitney...if I hear anything about you misbehaving...the deal is off." She said as she lifted her red dress to enter into the fire pit, "I expect you to behave...is that clear?"
Whitney shrugged, "I'll see what I can do..."
Her stepmother gave her a quick glare before throwing the powder onto herself and yelling, "To The Malfoy Manor!"
Whitney looked at the powder and smirked, "This is going to be amusing."
Whitney threw the powder on her and yelled, "To The Malfoy Manor!" ******************************************************************* Draco adjusted his tie one more time and then put his hands in his pocket. His Father, Mother, and himself were waiting outside the fireplace.
A puff of green smoke in the fireplace then revealed Mr. O'Ryllie. He was dressed in a black suit with silver button, a white shirt, and a gray vest. Narcissa was the first one to greet him. Draco stood back and looked at Mr. O'Ryllie. Judging from how he looked, his daughter must be worse than Pansy.
"Hello Mr. O'Ryllie. It's a pleasure having you in our mansion tonight." Narcissa said as she held out her hand. Mr. O'Ryllie took her hand, bent himself down a tad and lowered his forehead to her fingers. As he stood back up to greet Lucius, a green puff of smoke appeared and Mrs. O'Ryllie stepped out. Draco looked over her, too, but then realized that she was her step-mother...
"Nancy!" Narcissa said as she and Whitney's stepmother hugged, "It's been so long since I've seen you!"
"Yes, it's been...what? Since our 7th year at Hogwarts?" Nancy said as she stepped back, "You look radiant, Narcissa...Like always!"
They both had a small bonding moment before another puff of green smoke appeared in the fireplace and out stepped Whitney.
Draco looked up and saw someone he did not expect to see: a fairly attractive girl. She did not have red hair at all, but long, black hair and green eyes. There were no smudges on her face, but small, light freckles.
"Oh, is this your step-daughter, Nancy? She looks very elegant..." Narcissa said, admiring the daughter she never had. Narcissa walked over to Whitney and held out her hand for a small handshake.
"My name's Narcissa Malfoy...And your name?" Narcissa said as Whitney shook her hand.
"Whitney...It's a pleasure meeting you." Whitney said in her normal Irish accent with a small smile.
"As it is for me...This is my husband, Lucius..." Narcissa said as she held out her hand towards a fairly tall man with long blond hair. Lucius nodded a hello as Whitney did the same, "And this is my son, Draco..."
Whitney look over to her right and saw a boy at least three inches taller than her with blond hair and steel blue eyes. He seemed to be like all the rumors had told her: a snotty, bratty, wealthy little snob. His eyes opened with a slight interest. He walked over to her and held out his hand.
"Draco..." He said calmly, with almost no emotion.
"Whitney..." She said, giving off a small smirk. She shook his hand lightly, and then let go. His hands were a bit too cold for her liking.
"Well, why don't you to have a walk in the garden. The house elves will call you for dinner." Narcissa said as she turned back around toward the parents and started talking.
Draco turned around towards Whitney, "A walk, then?" he proposed.
"That'd be nice." She said as he walked in front of her, showing her the way to the back of the mansion, "This is where it all starts..." she thought and smiled deviously.
They walked through the halls and saw a couple of house elves pass...
"You own house elves?" Whitney said in a shocked voice tugging onto his suit.
"Er...yes, I do." Draco said.
And this is where Whitney had some fun.
"YOU OWN HOUSE ELVES! Do you even pay them? Or give them a nice home? I bet you let them sleep on the floor!!!" Whitney yelled and started to breath heavily as she fanned herself with her hand.
Draco was taken back by her reaction and couldn't say a word.
"Let's just go...I don't think I could STAND another minute in this house!" She said crossing her arms around her chest. Draco was totally speechless but walked in front of her to show her the way. Whitney smirked when he wasn't looking.
They arrived in the moonlit garden with almost every plant you could think of. Whitney had "calmed down" and was now looking around at all the plants.
"Wow...It's so beautiful..." Whitney said in an amazed voice.
"I know...just like you..." Draco said flirtatiously. Whitney almost laughed out loud...but instead came up with phase two.
"Are you insinuating I look like a plant? Am I green?" Whitney cried out, having a fake temper-tantrum.
"Um...no...I was just saying that..." Draco started to say, but Whitney cut him short...
"Well, Marco..."
"It's Draco..." Draco said, having no idea how to handle this situation without bursting into anger.
"Draco...I don't appreciate the way you're treating me right now..." She huffed and sat down on a bench.
"I-...Y-...you know what? Can you just give me a sec? I need to go get a glass of water..." Draco said, extremely confused. His mother had talked about how pleasant she was, when here, she was acting like the devil himself.
"Fine. I'll wait here. In the cold..." Whitney said, pretending to wipe off a tear.
Draco blinked and went back to the mansion.
Whitney's smile got huge as she laughed a bit after she was sure he was gone. This had been easier than she had expected. ***********************************************************************
"Mother, may I have a talk with you?" Draco said, tapping his mother's shoulder.
"Not now, Draco...we're having dinner, though so you can go call Whitney to come to the dining room. But, Draco...where is Whitney?" His mother said, eyeing him suspiciously.
"She went up to the powder room..." Draco lied, and left the room. He forced him self to go out to the garden and fetch Whitney-the-she-devil. ************************************************************************
Whitney had pretended to fall asleep on the bench when Draco came towards her. Draco inched forward and wondered what he should do. He touched her soft skin on her should and lightly shook her. Whitney pretended to just get up and opened her eyes.
"AHH! HARASMENT!!" Whitney said and slapped Draco.
Draco was totally taken back on her actions and looked at her, dazed and confused.
"Oh, hello Draco. I'm hungry." She said emotionlessly and walked up to the mansion leaving Draco behind. Draco soon caught up with her, but didn't dare say a word, while Whitney's insides were beaming with laughter.
They entered the dining room and sat down: Draco in front of Whitney, of course. Whitney put back on her normal act, since they were in front of his and her parents, and unfolded her napkin. She placed it neatly onto her lap and placed her hands on top.
Narcissa and Nancy talked most of the time, while both of the fathers were silent, seeming extremely cold and distant, especially Lucius. Draco just listened to Narcissa's conversation, as did Whitney...
"Yes...I think house elves are fairly useful, don't you think, Nancy?" Narcissa asked, taking a sip of her champagne.
"Indeed they are! I don't know how we would get through life without them," Nancy laughed, as did Narcissa, "Everyone in my family has one: I have a couple, my husband has some, Whitney has a few..."
Draco's eyes shot up in both confusion and a sudden realization.
"And no one in your family minds, Mrs. O'Ryllie? Not even Whitney?" Draco asked, eyeing Whitney with a smirk glued onto her face as Whitney's eyes went into a shock. He had figured her out.
"No! Whitney doesn't mind one bit! As long as she doesn't have to clean up her room, she's just fine with the idea of house elves!" Nancy laughed with Narcissa. Draco cocked one eyebrow up, with his smirk still plastered onto his face.
Whitney dabbed her mouth for water and put it on the table.
"May I be excused for a moment?" She asked Narcissa.
"Of course you can, dear." Narcissa smiled.
"Thank you." Whitney said as she quickly avoided Draco and hoped that her worried look wouldn't show too much. She exited the dining room and walked into a dark hallway where she leaned herself against the wall, head first, and thought of a new plan.
What was there to do now? Draco basically figured out that she didn't want to have anything to do with him in the first place and that everything she said were things to get him to hate her. With that, he probably figured out that there was a more of a reason for not wanting to marry him than the house elves...
"That was some show you put on with me." A cold voice said behind her, and yet, it seemed to be filled with a bit of revenge.
Whitney turned around and crossed her arms over her chest.
"What can I say? I'm glad you enjoyed it." She said, giving off a sarcastic smile.
"On the contrary, I hated it." Draco said, a sort of devious smirk appearing onto his face.
"What?" She asked, hating his reaction.
"You know...If I didn't know better, I'd say you're trying to get rid of me..." Draco said, his smirk getting larger as he put his hands in his pockets.
"Well, I'll be! Draco does have a brain!" Whitney said, putting her hands to her cheeks and pulling off a fake expression of astonishment.
"But here's the thing," Draco whispered, ignoring Whitney's insult and got closer to her, "I don't want to get rid of you."
Whitney looked away as her anger towards him intensified by every word he said. Draco gently put two fingers under her chin and lifted it up so his eyes met hers.
"My family is basically in charge of the marriage. Which means, you don't have a say in anything that happens here. All your shenanigans in trying to stop this marriage are useless...plus, you wouldn't want to let down your parents, now would you?" He smirked and let go of her as he walked down the hall, stopped, then turned towards Whitney, "And just let me reinforce that if you make my life just a wee bit uncomfortable...I'll make yours hell."
And with that he turned the corner and was out of sight.
Whitney's hands were in fists, ready to pounce on him and shred him to pieces. She exhaled a forced breath and banged her head on the wall. Her plans were ruined: he was going to tell them what a wonderful time they had and she would be there, helpless, and listening to the deal being finalized. She'd have to leave her friends and school and go to Hogwarts where Draco would keep an eye on her at all times. But she wasn't going to give up; fine, she'd go to Hogwarts. But his parents weren't watching over him 24/7, and she'd get her revenge on him soon enough...or at least, she hoped she would...
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Wee! End of second chapter.Comments? Questions? Grammar mistakes? Please give me some hint as to whether this sucks or whether to continue...^___^
~Lexi
"Does Young Master like his clothes, sir? Milly picked them out especially for him, sir..." The squeaky house elf said, her hands shaking.
Draco looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was slicked back (like always); he had on a black suit, a tucked-in white-collar shirt, a dark green tie, and dragon-hide shoes.
"It will do." Draco said, shooing away the house elf with a flick of his wrist. As soon as the house elf had disappeared, Draco adjusted his coat one last time and left for his bedroom. On his way there, though, he passed his parents room. As curiosity grabbed him by the tie, he stood against the door and listened...
"Narcissa, I don't want Draco to have anything to do with something that even LOOKS like a Weasley...you understand, don't you?" Lucius said as a house elf started putting on his shoes. Draco realized that he wasn't the only one a little worried that he'd be marrying something that looked like Ron's sister.
"Lucius, mark my word, Whitney doesn't look a thing like the Weasleys. If she did, I wouldn't have even bothered asking their family..." Narcissa said, taking out her wand and getting rid of most of her wrinkles. Draco mouthed, "Thank you!" as he felt a bit more self-assured.
"And what about Mr. O'Rylie...I've heard that name before, but..." Lucius said as he stopped tying his own tie and fell into a deep concentration.
"Well, you can ask him yourself...I only have connections with Mrs. O'Rylie." Narcissa said, observing her wrinkle-free skin.
Draco decided he had enough information to calm his hunger and was sure if he stayed another second, his father would probably sense he was listening. He silently walked to his bedroom and sat on a black sofa-chair. On a table in front of him was a mini quidditch stadium: Today it was the Tornados versus the Hedgehogs. He watched as the quaffle was released and the chaser for Tornados grabbed it in a quick second. He flew around a beater and then shot straight for the left hoop...but missed. Draco yawned as he closed the stadium and flopped onto his bed. In all, he hoped this girl wouldn't be as exhausting as Pansy...or as ugly.
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Whitney slipped on a pair of back high-heels to match her dress and her hair. Her green eyes seemed to stick out even more than before against her olive skin and black cocktail dress. Whitney marveled how tall she was...well, at least taller than before. Whitney stood at a mere 5'4" at the age of 16, but her hair made up for her height. Her long, black hair reached up to the end of her back. Her locks used to be curly when they were cut short, but because of all the weight of her hair, the locks seemed to straighten out and were now silky, wavy strands. She stood next to the mirror and started to put on her favorite, dangly, silver star earrings. She smiled as she put a coat of clear lip-gloss. Whitney looked under her eyes for bags, but only saw the usual freckles around her nose and a bit on her cheeks. The freckles weren't like the Weasley's, who had them everywhere, but just a few dots. To Whitney's relief, she didn't have any freckles on her body.
She left her bedroom, her heels making click-clack sounds on the marble floor and echoed off the walls. Her parents were already waiting near the fireplace, ready to use the floo powder.
"Oh, Whitney! You look absolutely GORGEOUS!" Her stepmother said as she ran up to her for a hug. As she wrapped her arms around Whitney for a hug, Whitney whispered, "You remember your part of the deal, no?"
"What? Oh yes...right. You can have a new broom." Her stepmother whispered back.
"Good. Because I didn't dress like this for nothing." Whitney said with a sour look on her face.
They stopped hugging as Whitney put on a fake smile.
"Well, come along now, we can't be late, now can we?" Her father said as he gave each of them a bit of floo powder.
Her father was first. He stepped into their huge, stone fireplace and threw the powder onto himself while yelling, "To The Malfoy Manor!"
Fumes of green surrounded him and in a second, he was gone.
Before her stepmother stepped into the fireplace, she turned to Whitney.
"Now Whitney...if I hear anything about you misbehaving...the deal is off." She said as she lifted her red dress to enter into the fire pit, "I expect you to behave...is that clear?"
Whitney shrugged, "I'll see what I can do..."
Her stepmother gave her a quick glare before throwing the powder onto herself and yelling, "To The Malfoy Manor!"
Whitney looked at the powder and smirked, "This is going to be amusing."
Whitney threw the powder on her and yelled, "To The Malfoy Manor!" ******************************************************************* Draco adjusted his tie one more time and then put his hands in his pocket. His Father, Mother, and himself were waiting outside the fireplace.
A puff of green smoke in the fireplace then revealed Mr. O'Ryllie. He was dressed in a black suit with silver button, a white shirt, and a gray vest. Narcissa was the first one to greet him. Draco stood back and looked at Mr. O'Ryllie. Judging from how he looked, his daughter must be worse than Pansy.
"Hello Mr. O'Ryllie. It's a pleasure having you in our mansion tonight." Narcissa said as she held out her hand. Mr. O'Ryllie took her hand, bent himself down a tad and lowered his forehead to her fingers. As he stood back up to greet Lucius, a green puff of smoke appeared and Mrs. O'Ryllie stepped out. Draco looked over her, too, but then realized that she was her step-mother...
"Nancy!" Narcissa said as she and Whitney's stepmother hugged, "It's been so long since I've seen you!"
"Yes, it's been...what? Since our 7th year at Hogwarts?" Nancy said as she stepped back, "You look radiant, Narcissa...Like always!"
They both had a small bonding moment before another puff of green smoke appeared in the fireplace and out stepped Whitney.
Draco looked up and saw someone he did not expect to see: a fairly attractive girl. She did not have red hair at all, but long, black hair and green eyes. There were no smudges on her face, but small, light freckles.
"Oh, is this your step-daughter, Nancy? She looks very elegant..." Narcissa said, admiring the daughter she never had. Narcissa walked over to Whitney and held out her hand for a small handshake.
"My name's Narcissa Malfoy...And your name?" Narcissa said as Whitney shook her hand.
"Whitney...It's a pleasure meeting you." Whitney said in her normal Irish accent with a small smile.
"As it is for me...This is my husband, Lucius..." Narcissa said as she held out her hand towards a fairly tall man with long blond hair. Lucius nodded a hello as Whitney did the same, "And this is my son, Draco..."
Whitney look over to her right and saw a boy at least three inches taller than her with blond hair and steel blue eyes. He seemed to be like all the rumors had told her: a snotty, bratty, wealthy little snob. His eyes opened with a slight interest. He walked over to her and held out his hand.
"Draco..." He said calmly, with almost no emotion.
"Whitney..." She said, giving off a small smirk. She shook his hand lightly, and then let go. His hands were a bit too cold for her liking.
"Well, why don't you to have a walk in the garden. The house elves will call you for dinner." Narcissa said as she turned back around toward the parents and started talking.
Draco turned around towards Whitney, "A walk, then?" he proposed.
"That'd be nice." She said as he walked in front of her, showing her the way to the back of the mansion, "This is where it all starts..." she thought and smiled deviously.
They walked through the halls and saw a couple of house elves pass...
"You own house elves?" Whitney said in a shocked voice tugging onto his suit.
"Er...yes, I do." Draco said.
And this is where Whitney had some fun.
"YOU OWN HOUSE ELVES! Do you even pay them? Or give them a nice home? I bet you let them sleep on the floor!!!" Whitney yelled and started to breath heavily as she fanned herself with her hand.
Draco was taken back by her reaction and couldn't say a word.
"Let's just go...I don't think I could STAND another minute in this house!" She said crossing her arms around her chest. Draco was totally speechless but walked in front of her to show her the way. Whitney smirked when he wasn't looking.
They arrived in the moonlit garden with almost every plant you could think of. Whitney had "calmed down" and was now looking around at all the plants.
"Wow...It's so beautiful..." Whitney said in an amazed voice.
"I know...just like you..." Draco said flirtatiously. Whitney almost laughed out loud...but instead came up with phase two.
"Are you insinuating I look like a plant? Am I green?" Whitney cried out, having a fake temper-tantrum.
"Um...no...I was just saying that..." Draco started to say, but Whitney cut him short...
"Well, Marco..."
"It's Draco..." Draco said, having no idea how to handle this situation without bursting into anger.
"Draco...I don't appreciate the way you're treating me right now..." She huffed and sat down on a bench.
"I-...Y-...you know what? Can you just give me a sec? I need to go get a glass of water..." Draco said, extremely confused. His mother had talked about how pleasant she was, when here, she was acting like the devil himself.
"Fine. I'll wait here. In the cold..." Whitney said, pretending to wipe off a tear.
Draco blinked and went back to the mansion.
Whitney's smile got huge as she laughed a bit after she was sure he was gone. This had been easier than she had expected. ***********************************************************************
"Mother, may I have a talk with you?" Draco said, tapping his mother's shoulder.
"Not now, Draco...we're having dinner, though so you can go call Whitney to come to the dining room. But, Draco...where is Whitney?" His mother said, eyeing him suspiciously.
"She went up to the powder room..." Draco lied, and left the room. He forced him self to go out to the garden and fetch Whitney-the-she-devil. ************************************************************************
Whitney had pretended to fall asleep on the bench when Draco came towards her. Draco inched forward and wondered what he should do. He touched her soft skin on her should and lightly shook her. Whitney pretended to just get up and opened her eyes.
"AHH! HARASMENT!!" Whitney said and slapped Draco.
Draco was totally taken back on her actions and looked at her, dazed and confused.
"Oh, hello Draco. I'm hungry." She said emotionlessly and walked up to the mansion leaving Draco behind. Draco soon caught up with her, but didn't dare say a word, while Whitney's insides were beaming with laughter.
They entered the dining room and sat down: Draco in front of Whitney, of course. Whitney put back on her normal act, since they were in front of his and her parents, and unfolded her napkin. She placed it neatly onto her lap and placed her hands on top.
Narcissa and Nancy talked most of the time, while both of the fathers were silent, seeming extremely cold and distant, especially Lucius. Draco just listened to Narcissa's conversation, as did Whitney...
"Yes...I think house elves are fairly useful, don't you think, Nancy?" Narcissa asked, taking a sip of her champagne.
"Indeed they are! I don't know how we would get through life without them," Nancy laughed, as did Narcissa, "Everyone in my family has one: I have a couple, my husband has some, Whitney has a few..."
Draco's eyes shot up in both confusion and a sudden realization.
"And no one in your family minds, Mrs. O'Ryllie? Not even Whitney?" Draco asked, eyeing Whitney with a smirk glued onto her face as Whitney's eyes went into a shock. He had figured her out.
"No! Whitney doesn't mind one bit! As long as she doesn't have to clean up her room, she's just fine with the idea of house elves!" Nancy laughed with Narcissa. Draco cocked one eyebrow up, with his smirk still plastered onto his face.
Whitney dabbed her mouth for water and put it on the table.
"May I be excused for a moment?" She asked Narcissa.
"Of course you can, dear." Narcissa smiled.
"Thank you." Whitney said as she quickly avoided Draco and hoped that her worried look wouldn't show too much. She exited the dining room and walked into a dark hallway where she leaned herself against the wall, head first, and thought of a new plan.
What was there to do now? Draco basically figured out that she didn't want to have anything to do with him in the first place and that everything she said were things to get him to hate her. With that, he probably figured out that there was a more of a reason for not wanting to marry him than the house elves...
"That was some show you put on with me." A cold voice said behind her, and yet, it seemed to be filled with a bit of revenge.
Whitney turned around and crossed her arms over her chest.
"What can I say? I'm glad you enjoyed it." She said, giving off a sarcastic smile.
"On the contrary, I hated it." Draco said, a sort of devious smirk appearing onto his face.
"What?" She asked, hating his reaction.
"You know...If I didn't know better, I'd say you're trying to get rid of me..." Draco said, his smirk getting larger as he put his hands in his pockets.
"Well, I'll be! Draco does have a brain!" Whitney said, putting her hands to her cheeks and pulling off a fake expression of astonishment.
"But here's the thing," Draco whispered, ignoring Whitney's insult and got closer to her, "I don't want to get rid of you."
Whitney looked away as her anger towards him intensified by every word he said. Draco gently put two fingers under her chin and lifted it up so his eyes met hers.
"My family is basically in charge of the marriage. Which means, you don't have a say in anything that happens here. All your shenanigans in trying to stop this marriage are useless...plus, you wouldn't want to let down your parents, now would you?" He smirked and let go of her as he walked down the hall, stopped, then turned towards Whitney, "And just let me reinforce that if you make my life just a wee bit uncomfortable...I'll make yours hell."
And with that he turned the corner and was out of sight.
Whitney's hands were in fists, ready to pounce on him and shred him to pieces. She exhaled a forced breath and banged her head on the wall. Her plans were ruined: he was going to tell them what a wonderful time they had and she would be there, helpless, and listening to the deal being finalized. She'd have to leave her friends and school and go to Hogwarts where Draco would keep an eye on her at all times. But she wasn't going to give up; fine, she'd go to Hogwarts. But his parents weren't watching over him 24/7, and she'd get her revenge on him soon enough...or at least, she hoped she would...
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Wee! End of second chapter.Comments? Questions? Grammar mistakes? Please give me some hint as to whether this sucks or whether to continue...^___^
~Lexi