A/N: YOU MUST READ THE AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER, IT EXPLAINS
A WHOLE LOT IMPORTANT TO THE PLOT!!!!!
Chapter Six Uh, Party On?
With Draco (A/N: Wow! Dray is Draco! I had no idea! =O Duh! =b By the way, this is just a recap but very important to the plot!!!)
Draco had been so bored at the manor. Nothing to do but argue with his father and try to reverse the memory charms on his mother. So he went to his private beach house.
Still bored. There was nothing to do and it was only July! So he decided to to throw a party. A 'no muggles allowed' party. Invite his friends (not that slut Pansy or the goons Crabbe and Goyle) to an all out beach jam.
He found a date (July 13th) and started to make a guest list.
Candy Marc ('Thank God that kid got braces!' he thought. A/N: Marc is Marcus Flint) Blaise (A/N: Zabini's a boy in my ficcy!) Mandy Liz Luna Stew Mac Gram AD Orly
The list went on, names of Slytherins, and some Ravenclaws. In the end there weren't nearly enough people to satisfy Draco so he told them each to bring a friend.
Now all he had to do was wait.
*********************
(Still with Draco)
Yes! Candy was coming! There was never a party without Candy. She was the wildness that started strip poker and shot contests.
And Luna was coming too. They had known since he met her at a concert and found out her name two years before. But they couldn't let their friends know of a tie between a Ravenclaw and a Slytherin, it was unheard of! Especially Luna's Gryffie friends.
**********
It was the day of the party and Draco was restless. So he did what he always did when he couldn't wait; he shopped.
(A/N: yes, I know that it's cheesy, but he is rich isn't he? Why not spend some of what he has? But he is not a metrosexual and HE IS NOT GAY!!!!!!!!)
He stopped by an old store at the back of Hogsmede. He had never noticed the store before, even if it looked very old. There was no sign. Draco walked into the shop to the sound of a tinkling bell.
"Hello?" he called.
No one answered.
"HELLO?" He called louder, right into the back of the cashier's desk.
Apparently no one was there. He took a look around the shop. There were large, glass cases around the walls, but it was too dark to see in them properly.
"Lumos." he muttered. The tip of his wand lit and illuminated one of the cases on the walls. Inside he could make out a long blade.
He moved closer, peering into the case. Inside was a long, silver sword. He gasped. 'Ugh. Did I just gasp? Boys don't gasp, girls do.' But the sword was impressive.
The hilt was golden, the sides carved to the shape of feathered wings. On the center of the hilt, rubies formed a rose, with a diamond center and emerald thorns. The bottom, where he would grip, was carved as a serpent wrapped around it. The very bottom of the hilt were snake eyes, emeralds with ruby pupils.
Carved into the blade was a beautiful design. A serpent wrapped around a blooming rose. Draco could almost hear the snake hiss, possessively.
The plaque under the case read: Yästhrán frêmídrë silmâr trigìntréma. It looked like a different language. From what Draco could tell, dwarven, elven, or goblin.
"Who's there?" a scared voice came from the shadows be hind the counter. Draco turned in surprise, not noticing the small scrap of paper falling from an unscrewed side of the plaque.
"Who's there?" said the trembling voice, a little louder.
"Draco Malfoy. I called before, but you didn't answer."
"You-" the voice stuttered, "You are Lucious' son?" it was clear the man didn't like Draco's father.
"Yes, but I'm not like him." he added, he didn't want the man to go away without him being able to purchase the sword. "The bastard." he muttered, under his breath.
"You like the silmâr blade?" asked the man, as his head emerged from the shadows, followed closely by his torso.
He was a grimy man. Medium, dirty blonde, scraggily hair. A very dirty face and ragged clothes. He was thin and trembling. 'Obviously hasn't had good business.' Draco thought.
"I like the sword." he answered, nodding. "May I... try it out?"
The man hesitated, then nodded, and went to unlock the case. "You can try."
Draco gripped the hilt and felt a jolt of adrenaline shoot through him. He lifted the blade. The man's eyes widened. Draco toyed with the sword, his lithe arms testing the weight. Occasionally lunging and sparring with an invincible opponent. The blade fit him perfectly.
"May I have it?" he asked the man, eagerly. "How much?"
"I suppose you may have it for a mere... 10 galleons. The sheath 'll be 10 more."
"Done deal!" said Draco, shaking hands with the man enthusiastically. For a moment, when they were touching, he thought that the man was a woman. But when he blinked, the man was there again.
"Thank you." said Draco.
"Goodbye." said the man gruffly as Draco exited the shop.
When Draco was gone, the man heaved a sigh, and took off his disguise. In place of the ragged man was a beautiful woman. Long black hair fell to her mid-back. Her midnight, almond shaped eyes accented her high cheekbones and slender figure.
She nervously played with her ears, her pointed ears. She walked to the now empty case, bent down, and picked up the scrap of paper.
'The rose and the snake shall unite and truthfulness shall succumb.'
"Good luck, serpent." she whispered. "Your love will come soon." And with a swish of her black, velvet cloak, she disappeared.
**********
"PARTY!" Blaise Zabini shouted as Draco opened the door.
"I see you are 'fashionably late' as the saying goes." said Draco, inviting his friend in, "But your still early."
"GOD! How many times is that that you have made me come early to set up!" Blaise questioned, slumping into a couch.
"I believe that is the 23rd since the end of 4th year." Draco smirked, quite full of himself. "But you, need to help me set up for the party. The guests are gonna be here in 15 minutes." he said, shutting the door as he went to join his best dude.
They quickly assembled everything. The DJ booth in the front, the punch (spiked of course) in the back, and the whole floor was a dance floor.
Ding, dong. "That's the DJ, I'll get it." Draco opened the door. "FINNEGAN?"
"MALFOY?"
"What the hell are you doing here?" Draco gaped.
"I'm in the DJ biz." Seamus stated, obviously. "This is my gig."
For a moment, Draco was at a loss for words, then; "Okay, come on in and get set up." he said weakly.
Seamus set up the spin table (turntable?) and a bunch of cool lighting. Draco was actually somewhat impressed.
"The only rules are:" said Draco, "You gotta call me Dray, and you cannot tell ANYONE about this."
"Got it." Seamus nodded.
Ding, dong. "Crank the tunes DJ." said Draco, before answering the door.
The party had begun.
A/N: There was a prophecy, foretold by the elves long ago, that told that: Brisingr draumr kópa arget yästhrán du silmâr doré trígäntrèma. 'Love will be between the silver rose and the vicious serpent. They will come together and form truthfulness and peace.' So the elves created three special blades, a dagger and two swords, made especially for the two of the prophecy. Only the rightful ones could lift and use the swords, a spell of ancient elven magic.
When Draco lifted the 'serpent' (silmâr) sword, the elf was surprised to have finally met the boy of the prophecy. She had told him he could try, not expecting him to be able to lift it. She knew that the 'serpent' and the 'rose' would have to be close in age, so she knew that his true love would come soon.
If you have any questions, e-mail or review me.
Chapter Six Uh, Party On?
With Draco (A/N: Wow! Dray is Draco! I had no idea! =O Duh! =b By the way, this is just a recap but very important to the plot!!!)
Draco had been so bored at the manor. Nothing to do but argue with his father and try to reverse the memory charms on his mother. So he went to his private beach house.
Still bored. There was nothing to do and it was only July! So he decided to to throw a party. A 'no muggles allowed' party. Invite his friends (not that slut Pansy or the goons Crabbe and Goyle) to an all out beach jam.
He found a date (July 13th) and started to make a guest list.
Candy Marc ('Thank God that kid got braces!' he thought. A/N: Marc is Marcus Flint) Blaise (A/N: Zabini's a boy in my ficcy!) Mandy Liz Luna Stew Mac Gram AD Orly
The list went on, names of Slytherins, and some Ravenclaws. In the end there weren't nearly enough people to satisfy Draco so he told them each to bring a friend.
Now all he had to do was wait.
*********************
(Still with Draco)
Yes! Candy was coming! There was never a party without Candy. She was the wildness that started strip poker and shot contests.
And Luna was coming too. They had known since he met her at a concert and found out her name two years before. But they couldn't let their friends know of a tie between a Ravenclaw and a Slytherin, it was unheard of! Especially Luna's Gryffie friends.
**********
It was the day of the party and Draco was restless. So he did what he always did when he couldn't wait; he shopped.
(A/N: yes, I know that it's cheesy, but he is rich isn't he? Why not spend some of what he has? But he is not a metrosexual and HE IS NOT GAY!!!!!!!!)
He stopped by an old store at the back of Hogsmede. He had never noticed the store before, even if it looked very old. There was no sign. Draco walked into the shop to the sound of a tinkling bell.
"Hello?" he called.
No one answered.
"HELLO?" He called louder, right into the back of the cashier's desk.
Apparently no one was there. He took a look around the shop. There were large, glass cases around the walls, but it was too dark to see in them properly.
"Lumos." he muttered. The tip of his wand lit and illuminated one of the cases on the walls. Inside he could make out a long blade.
He moved closer, peering into the case. Inside was a long, silver sword. He gasped. 'Ugh. Did I just gasp? Boys don't gasp, girls do.' But the sword was impressive.
The hilt was golden, the sides carved to the shape of feathered wings. On the center of the hilt, rubies formed a rose, with a diamond center and emerald thorns. The bottom, where he would grip, was carved as a serpent wrapped around it. The very bottom of the hilt were snake eyes, emeralds with ruby pupils.
Carved into the blade was a beautiful design. A serpent wrapped around a blooming rose. Draco could almost hear the snake hiss, possessively.
The plaque under the case read: Yästhrán frêmídrë silmâr trigìntréma. It looked like a different language. From what Draco could tell, dwarven, elven, or goblin.
"Who's there?" a scared voice came from the shadows be hind the counter. Draco turned in surprise, not noticing the small scrap of paper falling from an unscrewed side of the plaque.
"Who's there?" said the trembling voice, a little louder.
"Draco Malfoy. I called before, but you didn't answer."
"You-" the voice stuttered, "You are Lucious' son?" it was clear the man didn't like Draco's father.
"Yes, but I'm not like him." he added, he didn't want the man to go away without him being able to purchase the sword. "The bastard." he muttered, under his breath.
"You like the silmâr blade?" asked the man, as his head emerged from the shadows, followed closely by his torso.
He was a grimy man. Medium, dirty blonde, scraggily hair. A very dirty face and ragged clothes. He was thin and trembling. 'Obviously hasn't had good business.' Draco thought.
"I like the sword." he answered, nodding. "May I... try it out?"
The man hesitated, then nodded, and went to unlock the case. "You can try."
Draco gripped the hilt and felt a jolt of adrenaline shoot through him. He lifted the blade. The man's eyes widened. Draco toyed with the sword, his lithe arms testing the weight. Occasionally lunging and sparring with an invincible opponent. The blade fit him perfectly.
"May I have it?" he asked the man, eagerly. "How much?"
"I suppose you may have it for a mere... 10 galleons. The sheath 'll be 10 more."
"Done deal!" said Draco, shaking hands with the man enthusiastically. For a moment, when they were touching, he thought that the man was a woman. But when he blinked, the man was there again.
"Thank you." said Draco.
"Goodbye." said the man gruffly as Draco exited the shop.
When Draco was gone, the man heaved a sigh, and took off his disguise. In place of the ragged man was a beautiful woman. Long black hair fell to her mid-back. Her midnight, almond shaped eyes accented her high cheekbones and slender figure.
She nervously played with her ears, her pointed ears. She walked to the now empty case, bent down, and picked up the scrap of paper.
'The rose and the snake shall unite and truthfulness shall succumb.'
"Good luck, serpent." she whispered. "Your love will come soon." And with a swish of her black, velvet cloak, she disappeared.
**********
"PARTY!" Blaise Zabini shouted as Draco opened the door.
"I see you are 'fashionably late' as the saying goes." said Draco, inviting his friend in, "But your still early."
"GOD! How many times is that that you have made me come early to set up!" Blaise questioned, slumping into a couch.
"I believe that is the 23rd since the end of 4th year." Draco smirked, quite full of himself. "But you, need to help me set up for the party. The guests are gonna be here in 15 minutes." he said, shutting the door as he went to join his best dude.
They quickly assembled everything. The DJ booth in the front, the punch (spiked of course) in the back, and the whole floor was a dance floor.
Ding, dong. "That's the DJ, I'll get it." Draco opened the door. "FINNEGAN?"
"MALFOY?"
"What the hell are you doing here?" Draco gaped.
"I'm in the DJ biz." Seamus stated, obviously. "This is my gig."
For a moment, Draco was at a loss for words, then; "Okay, come on in and get set up." he said weakly.
Seamus set up the spin table (turntable?) and a bunch of cool lighting. Draco was actually somewhat impressed.
"The only rules are:" said Draco, "You gotta call me Dray, and you cannot tell ANYONE about this."
"Got it." Seamus nodded.
Ding, dong. "Crank the tunes DJ." said Draco, before answering the door.
The party had begun.
A/N: There was a prophecy, foretold by the elves long ago, that told that: Brisingr draumr kópa arget yästhrán du silmâr doré trígäntrèma. 'Love will be between the silver rose and the vicious serpent. They will come together and form truthfulness and peace.' So the elves created three special blades, a dagger and two swords, made especially for the two of the prophecy. Only the rightful ones could lift and use the swords, a spell of ancient elven magic.
When Draco lifted the 'serpent' (silmâr) sword, the elf was surprised to have finally met the boy of the prophecy. She had told him he could try, not expecting him to be able to lift it. She knew that the 'serpent' and the 'rose' would have to be close in age, so she knew that his true love would come soon.
If you have any questions, e-mail or review me.