Belle of the Ball
Lucius Malfoy was an evil son of a bitch; I say was because the little worm saw his side losing in the final battle. All of a sudden switched sides mid curse, that's right realized he was going to end up in Azkaban and started killing off fellow death eaters for the side of the light, claimed at the end that he had seen the error of his ways.
Well what could they do he walked away without even a reprimand. That doesn't mean that everybody believed him though oh no many people new he was just saving face, saving himself from going to Azkaban and receiving a Dementors kiss.
Lucius Malfoy couldn't believe what he had uncovered he was almost beside himself with malicious glee; spread across the desk in his study was the information on who Rowena Ravenclaw's living heir is.
He couldn't believe it, it was that mudblood the Granger girl, one third of the Harry Potter sideshow. 'Only she's not a mudblood anymore' no these documents say that she was in fact adopted by muggles when she was born.
Her parents fearing the worst for their little pureblood child when the threat of Voldermort was looming over the Wizarding world.
They feared that she would be kidnapped, harmed or used for the power she stood to inherit so they shipped her of to a muggle home to keep her safe.
Your probably wondering how our dear Lucius came by this current information? Well I will enlighten you.
Lucius didn't want his son to marry beneath him and there just wasn't anyone up to his standard, the Malfoy name is powerful as are the persons who bare it.
Well he wasn't going to let his son marry into a blood line that didn't match their own for power, since Slytherins are mostly related unless you wanted to have inbreeds, or worse squibs in the family.
He decided to pursue his options, he decided that Ravenclaw bloodlines were just as powerful and they were highly intelligent.
So he enlisted the aid of a researcher too not only find a Ravenclaw that would be compatible, no that wasn't good enough for our Lucius.
He wanted a direct descendant from the houses founder; he wanted the heir that would have the extreme power to be passed down through their genes to the next Malfoy heir.
For him it couldn't have worked out more perfectly, if he managed to swing this just right why she wouldn't even need to find out about her parentage.
If he could get her to marry Draco without revealing her true identity, it would work out even better for him.
Not only would he be gaining a very powerful witch and blood line to the family name, he would be welcoming (in everyone else's eyes,) a mudblood with open arms and people would have no reason to doubt, that he had 'changed his ways', which meant he wouldn't be watched all the time anymore.
Ah yes he could see it already he would make it a grand affair, make a huge fuss over his sons new found love and accept the couple willingly, and publicly of course.
"I refuse to come with in broomstick distance of that filthy mudblood" Draco sneered to his father.
"Your not listening Draco, you insolent boy, she's not a mudblood. Haven't you been listening to a word I've said? She is Rowena Ravenclaw's only living heir she was adopted for Merlin's sake! And you will be marring her Draco, make no mistake about that. You will court her openly and publicly."
At this Draco's threw a scowl toward his father.
"I don't care if you don't want to do this it is your responsibility to produce healthy, Powerful heirs for the Malfoy line. I've already done all the work for you, all you need to do is win her over."
"Fine" Draco quipped. "But as soon as she bares an heir she's going to meet with a very tragic death. If I have to marry her so be it, if I have to procreate with her, I'm sure I can handle that too. But I will not spend, the rest of my life. With the Gryffindor Know-it-all and her blasted boy wonder and weasel."
He was now standing in front of his fathers desk, arms folded, scowl heavily set on his features with a glare to rival that of Snapes, daring his father to tell him it would be any other way.
"I'm sure we can arrange that for you my dear boy. After all once we've gotten an heir from her she will have served her purpose, wouldn't want her interfering in family affairs and such, for longer than is necessary."
Draco's eyes took on an excited gleam at his father's words. 'Yes' he thought to himself. 'I'll sweep the little fool of her feet, make her feel like a goddess, parade her around, marry her and soon as she bares me a son, I'll tell her everything was a farce and get rid of her.'
"That sounds reasonable. Now how are we going to get the ball rolling?"
"Funny you should mention 'Ball' my dear boy." Said Lucius poring himself a brandy he turned to face his son, took a sip of the amber liquid and said.
"We are going to host a Ball! A huge ball and everyone who's anyone will be there. I think it would be a good place to start don't you my boy?"
"Yes father" came Draco's drawled reply. He hated Balls and high society functions, 'bloody stuffy boring things.'
Madame Pomfry was clucking over her two new patience. Muttering spells with her wand running over both parties she found, they had drained their powers.
Which in turn, had caused them to collapse into exhaustion and she told the headmaster as much.
"Well Poppy I'm glad that it is nothing to serious."
"Nothing to serious." The woman was livid. "Albus how can you say that? They nearly completely drained their magicks! I'm surprised their not muggles. What exactly happened?"
The headmaster relayed the story as he had seen it play out and Poppy couldn't believe her ears.
"Mages you say Albus? Well that is completely rare, and unexpected. How come they reacted like that when they threw spells at one another?"
Dumbledore's eyes took on a twinkling quality as he looked over to the schools mediwitch and said.
"I have a theory, but only time will tell if I am correct."
The mediwitch seemed a bit put out by the headmaster not wanting to elaborate, so she told him briskly that she. "Needed to tend to her patience" and that "they would surely recover faster if they didn't have any interruptions."
Snape was the first one to awaken; when he opened his eyes he was a little confused. 'How in Merlins name did he come to be in the bloody infirmary?'
He turned his head to the side and saw Miss Ganger lying in the other bed, her features were relaxed, her skin slightly pale with a hint of redness touching her cheeks, With her hair all fanned out across the pillow in an auburn glow against the afternoon sun.
'She almost looks angelic like that' he mused and then he snorted derisively to himself.
'Yeah an angel who just happens to be the most annoying woman he had ever met, woman, now there was a new thought when describing Hermione granger. Yes' he supposed. 'She could be called a woman now, two years out of school, fiercely independent' of that he was absolutely positive. 'Driven, ambitious, intelligent, caring and even giving.'
"Aarrgh" He moaned quietly to himself. 'What am I even doing wasting my valuable intelligence on such a frivolous subject? Time to get up I think.'
Snape slowly got up, in case he brought on an unwanted headache, which he really didn't need right now.
Immediately Madame Pomfry came bustling in from her office, with a dreamless sleep potion in hand, tutting the Professor to swallow the dosage lie down and get some much-needed rest.
A scowl deepening on the Potion Masters face toward the medi-witch, he downed the potion and lay back down with his eyes open, until sleep finally claimed him five minutes later.
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Lucius Malfoy was an evil son of a bitch; I say was because the little worm saw his side losing in the final battle. All of a sudden switched sides mid curse, that's right realized he was going to end up in Azkaban and started killing off fellow death eaters for the side of the light, claimed at the end that he had seen the error of his ways.
Well what could they do he walked away without even a reprimand. That doesn't mean that everybody believed him though oh no many people new he was just saving face, saving himself from going to Azkaban and receiving a Dementors kiss.
Lucius Malfoy couldn't believe what he had uncovered he was almost beside himself with malicious glee; spread across the desk in his study was the information on who Rowena Ravenclaw's living heir is.
He couldn't believe it, it was that mudblood the Granger girl, one third of the Harry Potter sideshow. 'Only she's not a mudblood anymore' no these documents say that she was in fact adopted by muggles when she was born.
Her parents fearing the worst for their little pureblood child when the threat of Voldermort was looming over the Wizarding world.
They feared that she would be kidnapped, harmed or used for the power she stood to inherit so they shipped her of to a muggle home to keep her safe.
Your probably wondering how our dear Lucius came by this current information? Well I will enlighten you.
Lucius didn't want his son to marry beneath him and there just wasn't anyone up to his standard, the Malfoy name is powerful as are the persons who bare it.
Well he wasn't going to let his son marry into a blood line that didn't match their own for power, since Slytherins are mostly related unless you wanted to have inbreeds, or worse squibs in the family.
He decided to pursue his options, he decided that Ravenclaw bloodlines were just as powerful and they were highly intelligent.
So he enlisted the aid of a researcher too not only find a Ravenclaw that would be compatible, no that wasn't good enough for our Lucius.
He wanted a direct descendant from the houses founder; he wanted the heir that would have the extreme power to be passed down through their genes to the next Malfoy heir.
For him it couldn't have worked out more perfectly, if he managed to swing this just right why she wouldn't even need to find out about her parentage.
If he could get her to marry Draco without revealing her true identity, it would work out even better for him.
Not only would he be gaining a very powerful witch and blood line to the family name, he would be welcoming (in everyone else's eyes,) a mudblood with open arms and people would have no reason to doubt, that he had 'changed his ways', which meant he wouldn't be watched all the time anymore.
Ah yes he could see it already he would make it a grand affair, make a huge fuss over his sons new found love and accept the couple willingly, and publicly of course.
"I refuse to come with in broomstick distance of that filthy mudblood" Draco sneered to his father.
"Your not listening Draco, you insolent boy, she's not a mudblood. Haven't you been listening to a word I've said? She is Rowena Ravenclaw's only living heir she was adopted for Merlin's sake! And you will be marring her Draco, make no mistake about that. You will court her openly and publicly."
At this Draco's threw a scowl toward his father.
"I don't care if you don't want to do this it is your responsibility to produce healthy, Powerful heirs for the Malfoy line. I've already done all the work for you, all you need to do is win her over."
"Fine" Draco quipped. "But as soon as she bares an heir she's going to meet with a very tragic death. If I have to marry her so be it, if I have to procreate with her, I'm sure I can handle that too. But I will not spend, the rest of my life. With the Gryffindor Know-it-all and her blasted boy wonder and weasel."
He was now standing in front of his fathers desk, arms folded, scowl heavily set on his features with a glare to rival that of Snapes, daring his father to tell him it would be any other way.
"I'm sure we can arrange that for you my dear boy. After all once we've gotten an heir from her she will have served her purpose, wouldn't want her interfering in family affairs and such, for longer than is necessary."
Draco's eyes took on an excited gleam at his father's words. 'Yes' he thought to himself. 'I'll sweep the little fool of her feet, make her feel like a goddess, parade her around, marry her and soon as she bares me a son, I'll tell her everything was a farce and get rid of her.'
"That sounds reasonable. Now how are we going to get the ball rolling?"
"Funny you should mention 'Ball' my dear boy." Said Lucius poring himself a brandy he turned to face his son, took a sip of the amber liquid and said.
"We are going to host a Ball! A huge ball and everyone who's anyone will be there. I think it would be a good place to start don't you my boy?"
"Yes father" came Draco's drawled reply. He hated Balls and high society functions, 'bloody stuffy boring things.'
Madame Pomfry was clucking over her two new patience. Muttering spells with her wand running over both parties she found, they had drained their powers.
Which in turn, had caused them to collapse into exhaustion and she told the headmaster as much.
"Well Poppy I'm glad that it is nothing to serious."
"Nothing to serious." The woman was livid. "Albus how can you say that? They nearly completely drained their magicks! I'm surprised their not muggles. What exactly happened?"
The headmaster relayed the story as he had seen it play out and Poppy couldn't believe her ears.
"Mages you say Albus? Well that is completely rare, and unexpected. How come they reacted like that when they threw spells at one another?"
Dumbledore's eyes took on a twinkling quality as he looked over to the schools mediwitch and said.
"I have a theory, but only time will tell if I am correct."
The mediwitch seemed a bit put out by the headmaster not wanting to elaborate, so she told him briskly that she. "Needed to tend to her patience" and that "they would surely recover faster if they didn't have any interruptions."
Snape was the first one to awaken; when he opened his eyes he was a little confused. 'How in Merlins name did he come to be in the bloody infirmary?'
He turned his head to the side and saw Miss Ganger lying in the other bed, her features were relaxed, her skin slightly pale with a hint of redness touching her cheeks, With her hair all fanned out across the pillow in an auburn glow against the afternoon sun.
'She almost looks angelic like that' he mused and then he snorted derisively to himself.
'Yeah an angel who just happens to be the most annoying woman he had ever met, woman, now there was a new thought when describing Hermione granger. Yes' he supposed. 'She could be called a woman now, two years out of school, fiercely independent' of that he was absolutely positive. 'Driven, ambitious, intelligent, caring and even giving.'
"Aarrgh" He moaned quietly to himself. 'What am I even doing wasting my valuable intelligence on such a frivolous subject? Time to get up I think.'
Snape slowly got up, in case he brought on an unwanted headache, which he really didn't need right now.
Immediately Madame Pomfry came bustling in from her office, with a dreamless sleep potion in hand, tutting the Professor to swallow the dosage lie down and get some much-needed rest.
A scowl deepening on the Potion Masters face toward the medi-witch, he downed the potion and lay back down with his eyes open, until sleep finally claimed him five minutes later.
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