No Matter What Happens
Jonathan sat down to a cup of steaming hot chocolate, "Son how was your first term at Hogwarts? I hope that Zambini boy isn't giving you no trouble now is he?" Ronald Weasly asked arching eyebrows. Before Jonathan opened his mouth to answer, he thought again. He wanted his dad to be in a good mood when he told the news, "No, uh we're staying away from each other now. But I have something to tell you."
"Go ahead son!" he patted his son on the back.
"Well, dad, I reckon it's time we had the talk."
Ronald didn't look shock, instead he had crossed his arms and sat in a rickety chair, "Alright, who's the lucky girl?"
"Elizabeth." He said simply, starting to sweat.
"Elizabeth...what the bloody hell? Is this some kind of joke? Jonathan, do you know who she is? Do you know who her bloody father is? DRACO MALFOY, that rich, stuck-up, little- and his daughter, you two are...are...well forget about it!"
"Dad, seriously...we do...love each other." He said, tears welling in his eyes.
Ronald sighed and looked at his son, "Well then I understand, but any games of hers and you can well expect that I'm going straight up to her father and-"
"I know, now if you'll excuse me I have to owl her about this news. Thank you dad!" he rushed upstairs overcome with joy. He rushed into his room, and pulled out a withered parchment from an old desk, he pulled a quill from his trunk and wrote with royal blue ink,
Elizabeth dearest, How delighted you'll be when you find out that my father has agreed to our relation ship. I can't wait to see you back at school, this letter is short I know, but always remember darling that- ---
"...We love each other!" Elizabeth wailed finally, she didn't bother looking into her fathers shocked to death face and her mothers swooning one.
"Oh my lord...catch me Draco!" Pansy did a dramatic fit of fainting and panicking, she lay in her husbands arms, still.
"Uh sweetie pie, you have to understand, he isn't of our class, he's a Weasly..." Draco lay his wife down on a sofa and knelt beside his daughter, begging. "I'll give you whatever you want, and think about it honey, the Zambini's have a manor you can be happy there instead of that pigsty the Weasly's live in. "
She turned her crystal eyes onto Draco, "Daddy why can't you just understand that I love him?"
"Elizabeth Christine Weasly, how does that sound to you? Elizabeth Christine Zambini, sounds better don't you think?" he persisted, turning his own sparkling eyes on her.
Elizabeth sighed, she knew that if this was her fathers wish this was the way it had to be, not only would she break his heart but she knew the things her father could do...not to her of course but to Jonathan, her love. She drew herself up and held back the tears enough to make out a shaky yet determined reply, "Alright father, if it is what you wish, I will rid myself of the Weasly boy. If it is Seth Zambini you wish then I shall love him, I shall."
Draco hugged his daughter, "Of course sweet, I knew you would. Now, go to your room and make up a list of a hundred things that you want Daddy to buy for you and I shall, make no mistake." He kissed her on the cheek lightly and left the room.
Elizabeth ran up to her room, in tears. Just as she opened the door, and threw herself to the bed, an owl fluttered in.
Jonathan sat down to a cup of steaming hot chocolate, "Son how was your first term at Hogwarts? I hope that Zambini boy isn't giving you no trouble now is he?" Ronald Weasly asked arching eyebrows. Before Jonathan opened his mouth to answer, he thought again. He wanted his dad to be in a good mood when he told the news, "No, uh we're staying away from each other now. But I have something to tell you."
"Go ahead son!" he patted his son on the back.
"Well, dad, I reckon it's time we had the talk."
Ronald didn't look shock, instead he had crossed his arms and sat in a rickety chair, "Alright, who's the lucky girl?"
"Elizabeth." He said simply, starting to sweat.
"Elizabeth...what the bloody hell? Is this some kind of joke? Jonathan, do you know who she is? Do you know who her bloody father is? DRACO MALFOY, that rich, stuck-up, little- and his daughter, you two are...are...well forget about it!"
"Dad, seriously...we do...love each other." He said, tears welling in his eyes.
Ronald sighed and looked at his son, "Well then I understand, but any games of hers and you can well expect that I'm going straight up to her father and-"
"I know, now if you'll excuse me I have to owl her about this news. Thank you dad!" he rushed upstairs overcome with joy. He rushed into his room, and pulled out a withered parchment from an old desk, he pulled a quill from his trunk and wrote with royal blue ink,
Elizabeth dearest, How delighted you'll be when you find out that my father has agreed to our relation ship. I can't wait to see you back at school, this letter is short I know, but always remember darling that- ---
"...We love each other!" Elizabeth wailed finally, she didn't bother looking into her fathers shocked to death face and her mothers swooning one.
"Oh my lord...catch me Draco!" Pansy did a dramatic fit of fainting and panicking, she lay in her husbands arms, still.
"Uh sweetie pie, you have to understand, he isn't of our class, he's a Weasly..." Draco lay his wife down on a sofa and knelt beside his daughter, begging. "I'll give you whatever you want, and think about it honey, the Zambini's have a manor you can be happy there instead of that pigsty the Weasly's live in. "
She turned her crystal eyes onto Draco, "Daddy why can't you just understand that I love him?"
"Elizabeth Christine Weasly, how does that sound to you? Elizabeth Christine Zambini, sounds better don't you think?" he persisted, turning his own sparkling eyes on her.
Elizabeth sighed, she knew that if this was her fathers wish this was the way it had to be, not only would she break his heart but she knew the things her father could do...not to her of course but to Jonathan, her love. She drew herself up and held back the tears enough to make out a shaky yet determined reply, "Alright father, if it is what you wish, I will rid myself of the Weasly boy. If it is Seth Zambini you wish then I shall love him, I shall."
Draco hugged his daughter, "Of course sweet, I knew you would. Now, go to your room and make up a list of a hundred things that you want Daddy to buy for you and I shall, make no mistake." He kissed her on the cheek lightly and left the room.
Elizabeth ran up to her room, in tears. Just as she opened the door, and threw herself to the bed, an owl fluttered in.