No Matter What Happens
The owl landed on her bed and dropped a roughly tattered piece of parchment and flew away hastily. She unrolled it slowly and read the news. It was not in the nature of a Malfoy to cry, and she didn't. Instead, she wrote back her own news and tied it to her own owl, and sent it flying to the Weasly residence. She was thinking, moments after the owl had flown off and she decided that she wouldn't think of Jonathan anymore. She was a Slytherin, and that made her, well...Slytherin. Starting the day after Christmas holidays, she'd be with Seth Zambini, she decided proudly. He could provide her with much more than Weasly could ever in his miserable lifetime, she smiled to herself. But then what was that empty feeling?
--
A midnight black owl flew in the small kitchen window and flew away after dropping the letter, it probably was accustomed to only flying through large eight foot windows with the light streaming through. He unrolled the letter, and read it. He turned pale for a second and ran through the wooden doors. Only to crash into Ron, who grabbed the letters out of his songs tight fist. He read the note out loud:
Sorry. My father's decided. Seth is probably best. --E.C Malfoy
Ronald steamed when he read the latter, his ears turning red. "What?" he bellowed, "No, I'm sorry but it had to be this way? Alright that's it, I'm- "
"Dad, don't I'm sure-"
POOF!
He shook his head sadly, his father had apparated. Onto Malfoy property.
--
Ronald Weasly appeared with a small 'ping' a few yards away from the wrought iron gates of the Malfoy Manor. He used a simple spell to open the gates, closed them carefully and ran up the many marble snow-covered steps. Expecting a butler to open the door, one didn't, instead a Slythern robed girl with blonde hair and piercing blue/gray eyes opened the door. She took a step back, she had never seen him before but she probably knew who he is. Collecting herself again she looked at him up and down, "Who are you?" she asked coldly but in a strange sort of whisper.
Ron calmed his anger down a notch, had it been a male he would have struck him down in an instant, he gathered more rage and screamed at the Malfoy daughter, "I? I am Jonathan Weasly's father and I demand to know what you have to say about this! How could you...play him as if he were one of your finely tuned grand pianos girl?!" he said, spitting on the marble step just to prove his point.
She scoffed, had he been more calm she would have profusely apologized but the outburst just brought out the "Draco Malfoy" inside of her. "It was a dare. A silly game." She replied simply. "A dare to see just how good the Slytherin charm worked. And your son proved us right." She smirked.
His eyes widened and he filled with rage, he roared into the house, "MALFOY! SHOW YOUR GOD DAMNED FACE THIS INSTANT!"
Elizabeth just stood there, glaring at him. Draco appeared at the door step, also sneering at the tattered deer hide jacket and old boots, Ron also noted his rivals fine clothing and intense gray eyes. "What do you want Weasly? If I find that you've done anything to my daughter-"
"It's your daughter with the problem." He said bitterly.
"Oh that?" his lips curved menacingly, "She's over your boy, into Seth Zambini now aren't you dear?"
"Of course I am." She said shortly.
"Good, now go finish that list."
"After this." She sneered, leaning against the big arch of the doorway.
Draco glared at Ron, "Alright then Weasly, now you get your dirty little self out of my property and back to your shack before I have to call the dogs on you."
Ronald grimaced at the way he was being spoken to, "Oh you'll have to call a Mediwizard after this!" he lashed out at Draco. Draco moved swiftly out of the way with an athlete's reflexes and sent Ron careening to the marble floor. Pansy came skittering over, "Oh my lord! She stepped over Ron, "Who is this?"
"Ronald Weasly." Draco answered.
"UGH!" Pansy shrieked, "Get that red-headed filth off of my fine floors this instant!"
"No...need...to." Ron said, slowly getting up in pain, they saw a bleeding, lip nose, and black eye. "And it doesn't matter anyways, you didn't clean them yourself anyways I bet." He walked out the door but not before spitting a pool of blood onto the white floor. He walked with a limp out of the Manor. Leaving a gazing Elizabeth looking at his footprints sadly. She bit her lip and ran up to her room.
Draco looked after her, blind to the true facts, "Err, I guess blood scares her."
---
Ron limped back into the home to be greeted by his only son and a horrified Evelina (A/N: She's a character from my imagination).
"Ron, honey what happened to you?" she asked, sitting him in an old chair and tending to his eye.
"Err, nothing it was just, I slipped." None of them really understood, it came out as, "grumble, grumble. Blah buggle."
"Uh, da' you didn't get into a fight did you..." Jonathan asked cautiously.
Evelina immediately went on 'mother alert', "A fight? Ron who did you get into a fight with?"
"I said I didn't get into a fight but if Malfoy hadn't been so damn fast he'd be half way dead!"
"MALFOY?!" Evelina shrieked, "MALFOY? Ronald, you got – almost got into a fight with Draco Malfoy?"
"Yes." He said defiantly.
"You know, everyone has wanted a good and mad go at him but he isn't the type of person you just...fling yourself at Ronald."
He swiftly explained angrily about the 'relationship.'
Evelina's eyes widened, "Jonathan Xavier Weasly, is this true?" her face expressed that she didn't know whether to be angry or deeply hurt.
"W-well, yeah but I...I mean we..."
Her face was angry for definite now, "A SLYTHERIN GIRL? Do you know what the word Slytherin means Ron? You should never have fallen for that!"
Ron sighed deeply, "No, it's not his fault Evelina. You know those Slytherins, they'll do whatever it takes, including preying on innocent people. So cunning and...cheating."
Evelina added her own true statement, "Well it worked didn't it?"
"Well, we can forget about it now right now." He said quietly when Jonathan had dashed for his room.
"Yes, dear."
"Oh and darling?"
"Yes?"
"I think my leg is broken."
---
Elizabeth sat at her cherry wood desk reading the owl from her friend.
Congratulations Elle. When we get back to school everyone will know about it. Slytherin's rule!
E. Montague
She scribbled back a quick, "Yeah, it will be so funny."
She didn't know what was happening, ever since the doorway incident it had just made her, "Slytherin" not that she wasn't enough but it made her feel that she was indeed superior to other houses. Soon, she actually believed that her affair with Jonathan was just a game to see how well she could succeed, she forgot about him. She started mindlessly scribbling down the things she liked about Seth. The Seth that she was about to have, the Seth that even the girls in other houses wanted and adored. As she was on No. 18 on "heartSethheart" she vaguely wondered what Jonathan was feeling.
--
Jonathan sat up in bed, gazing out the window. Was it really a game? Or had she just said that because her Slytherin dignity had returned? They had once had a talk because she had actually thought that she belonged in another house.
Flashback
"Jonathan?"
"Yes?"
"Do you think I belong in another house?"
"Why?" he said asked, confused.
"I don't know, but tell me the truth."
"I think you're wonderful."
"Whatever you say, then. Forget about it."
End Flashback
Now he knew that her question was answered, she was a better Slytherin than one could be. But he had known somehow that she wasn't joking, what she told his father was a lie to make him feel worse. It was a fairy tale, a mind trick. But then, why did he find himself...believing it?
The owl landed on her bed and dropped a roughly tattered piece of parchment and flew away hastily. She unrolled it slowly and read the news. It was not in the nature of a Malfoy to cry, and she didn't. Instead, she wrote back her own news and tied it to her own owl, and sent it flying to the Weasly residence. She was thinking, moments after the owl had flown off and she decided that she wouldn't think of Jonathan anymore. She was a Slytherin, and that made her, well...Slytherin. Starting the day after Christmas holidays, she'd be with Seth Zambini, she decided proudly. He could provide her with much more than Weasly could ever in his miserable lifetime, she smiled to herself. But then what was that empty feeling?
--
A midnight black owl flew in the small kitchen window and flew away after dropping the letter, it probably was accustomed to only flying through large eight foot windows with the light streaming through. He unrolled the letter, and read it. He turned pale for a second and ran through the wooden doors. Only to crash into Ron, who grabbed the letters out of his songs tight fist. He read the note out loud:
Sorry. My father's decided. Seth is probably best. --E.C Malfoy
Ronald steamed when he read the latter, his ears turning red. "What?" he bellowed, "No, I'm sorry but it had to be this way? Alright that's it, I'm- "
"Dad, don't I'm sure-"
POOF!
He shook his head sadly, his father had apparated. Onto Malfoy property.
--
Ronald Weasly appeared with a small 'ping' a few yards away from the wrought iron gates of the Malfoy Manor. He used a simple spell to open the gates, closed them carefully and ran up the many marble snow-covered steps. Expecting a butler to open the door, one didn't, instead a Slythern robed girl with blonde hair and piercing blue/gray eyes opened the door. She took a step back, she had never seen him before but she probably knew who he is. Collecting herself again she looked at him up and down, "Who are you?" she asked coldly but in a strange sort of whisper.
Ron calmed his anger down a notch, had it been a male he would have struck him down in an instant, he gathered more rage and screamed at the Malfoy daughter, "I? I am Jonathan Weasly's father and I demand to know what you have to say about this! How could you...play him as if he were one of your finely tuned grand pianos girl?!" he said, spitting on the marble step just to prove his point.
She scoffed, had he been more calm she would have profusely apologized but the outburst just brought out the "Draco Malfoy" inside of her. "It was a dare. A silly game." She replied simply. "A dare to see just how good the Slytherin charm worked. And your son proved us right." She smirked.
His eyes widened and he filled with rage, he roared into the house, "MALFOY! SHOW YOUR GOD DAMNED FACE THIS INSTANT!"
Elizabeth just stood there, glaring at him. Draco appeared at the door step, also sneering at the tattered deer hide jacket and old boots, Ron also noted his rivals fine clothing and intense gray eyes. "What do you want Weasly? If I find that you've done anything to my daughter-"
"It's your daughter with the problem." He said bitterly.
"Oh that?" his lips curved menacingly, "She's over your boy, into Seth Zambini now aren't you dear?"
"Of course I am." She said shortly.
"Good, now go finish that list."
"After this." She sneered, leaning against the big arch of the doorway.
Draco glared at Ron, "Alright then Weasly, now you get your dirty little self out of my property and back to your shack before I have to call the dogs on you."
Ronald grimaced at the way he was being spoken to, "Oh you'll have to call a Mediwizard after this!" he lashed out at Draco. Draco moved swiftly out of the way with an athlete's reflexes and sent Ron careening to the marble floor. Pansy came skittering over, "Oh my lord! She stepped over Ron, "Who is this?"
"Ronald Weasly." Draco answered.
"UGH!" Pansy shrieked, "Get that red-headed filth off of my fine floors this instant!"
"No...need...to." Ron said, slowly getting up in pain, they saw a bleeding, lip nose, and black eye. "And it doesn't matter anyways, you didn't clean them yourself anyways I bet." He walked out the door but not before spitting a pool of blood onto the white floor. He walked with a limp out of the Manor. Leaving a gazing Elizabeth looking at his footprints sadly. She bit her lip and ran up to her room.
Draco looked after her, blind to the true facts, "Err, I guess blood scares her."
---
Ron limped back into the home to be greeted by his only son and a horrified Evelina (A/N: She's a character from my imagination).
"Ron, honey what happened to you?" she asked, sitting him in an old chair and tending to his eye.
"Err, nothing it was just, I slipped." None of them really understood, it came out as, "grumble, grumble. Blah buggle."
"Uh, da' you didn't get into a fight did you..." Jonathan asked cautiously.
Evelina immediately went on 'mother alert', "A fight? Ron who did you get into a fight with?"
"I said I didn't get into a fight but if Malfoy hadn't been so damn fast he'd be half way dead!"
"MALFOY?!" Evelina shrieked, "MALFOY? Ronald, you got – almost got into a fight with Draco Malfoy?"
"Yes." He said defiantly.
"You know, everyone has wanted a good and mad go at him but he isn't the type of person you just...fling yourself at Ronald."
He swiftly explained angrily about the 'relationship.'
Evelina's eyes widened, "Jonathan Xavier Weasly, is this true?" her face expressed that she didn't know whether to be angry or deeply hurt.
"W-well, yeah but I...I mean we..."
Her face was angry for definite now, "A SLYTHERIN GIRL? Do you know what the word Slytherin means Ron? You should never have fallen for that!"
Ron sighed deeply, "No, it's not his fault Evelina. You know those Slytherins, they'll do whatever it takes, including preying on innocent people. So cunning and...cheating."
Evelina added her own true statement, "Well it worked didn't it?"
"Well, we can forget about it now right now." He said quietly when Jonathan had dashed for his room.
"Yes, dear."
"Oh and darling?"
"Yes?"
"I think my leg is broken."
---
Elizabeth sat at her cherry wood desk reading the owl from her friend.
Congratulations Elle. When we get back to school everyone will know about it. Slytherin's rule!
E. Montague
She scribbled back a quick, "Yeah, it will be so funny."
She didn't know what was happening, ever since the doorway incident it had just made her, "Slytherin" not that she wasn't enough but it made her feel that she was indeed superior to other houses. Soon, she actually believed that her affair with Jonathan was just a game to see how well she could succeed, she forgot about him. She started mindlessly scribbling down the things she liked about Seth. The Seth that she was about to have, the Seth that even the girls in other houses wanted and adored. As she was on No. 18 on "heartSethheart" she vaguely wondered what Jonathan was feeling.
--
Jonathan sat up in bed, gazing out the window. Was it really a game? Or had she just said that because her Slytherin dignity had returned? They had once had a talk because she had actually thought that she belonged in another house.
Flashback
"Jonathan?"
"Yes?"
"Do you think I belong in another house?"
"Why?" he said asked, confused.
"I don't know, but tell me the truth."
"I think you're wonderful."
"Whatever you say, then. Forget about it."
End Flashback
Now he knew that her question was answered, she was a better Slytherin than one could be. But he had known somehow that she wasn't joking, what she told his father was a lie to make him feel worse. It was a fairy tale, a mind trick. But then, why did he find himself...believing it?