Dancing and A Muggle?
"So when exactly are the parental's coming back?"
Ashley whined as she child like dangled her feet in the air. She always felt smaller when she sat at the kitchen table of the Burrow. Every chair was different from the next, standing out with pride amongst the rest of the whatchamabobs of the mis-matched room.
"Well Mum and Dad will be back at five, Bill and Charlie will bring the tree after work, why do you ask?" Ginny re-checked her mother recipe as her dorm mate kept on whining.
"IMMM BOORRREEEDD!" The vampire exclaimed and proceeded to slam her head on the table pretending to keel over of boredom.
"I've got it, why don't we all play a round of the muggle game Clue? I can be Colonel Mustard and Ronnikins can be Mrs. Peacock!"
Fred suggested as his younger brothers ears became red. He wasn't able to vocally express anything at the time in many thanks to Hermione's silencing charm that had been placed during a row earlier in the morning. Finally not getting the results she expected , Ashley dragged her feet through the kitchen and up the stairs.
"Where are you off to?" The youngest red head inquired, but the girl didn't respond.
"Don't disturb poor Percy up there, He's ill!"
Ashley grunted in an saying 'okay' sort of way. She wasn't all that delighted with his return to the Weasley house. He, as 'busy' as he may be, always gave her odd stares and glances. Though she thought them endearing, she had waited patiently a whole year for some thing other then a quick good bye and a hand shake. She had given up on him, though every now and then when ever Ginny mentioned his name she felt strangely drawn to the conversation.
About ten minutes passed and the silence (with the exception of the noise from the stove and the twins occasional whisper) was broken by music emanating from the upper floor. Fred and George left the kitchen to 'check if it had woken up Percy' (though it was really their excuse to try out their latest creation 'Bed wetter' candy). They didn't return so Ginny asked Harry to investigate, and after a few minutes he too disappeared. Finally Ron mimed his offer to check out what was wrong, as the others he didn't come back, nor did the music get lower. Having enough and letting the curiosity get the better of her, the youngest red head left Hermione in charge of the food and went up stairs to see what was going on.
Th music grew louder as she approached the second floor landing. When her eye fell on the entry of her bed room she spotted four red heads and a brunette standing there. All of their eyes glued to whatever was inside and when she got closer she saw it.
"Nothing can stop this, not now I love you, they're not gonna get us, they're not gonna get us. Nothing can stop this, not now I love you, they're not gonna get us, they're not gonna get us!" There was Ashley, bouncing on the bed, one fist in the air, chanting and singing along with the song in her knickers.
"ASHLEY PANDORA NIGHT, WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"
The twins groaned, the young girl had let out a scream and slammed the door close in their faces. All but Ginny were left rubbing their noses. Percy, who had been the first to see the 'show' mumbled something about a shower and quickly left to the bathroom. Fred and George grinned and went to dress for work. But Harry and Ron weren't as lucky and their goofy smiles were wiped off when they were pulled by the ear down to the kitchen. After being informed of the occurrence , Hermione pulled her boyfriend by the same ear into the living room to have another row. Seconds later , Ashley came down, 'fully' dressed in a school girl mini skirt, tight white blouse and knee high dragon skin boots.
Before Ginny had a change to yell at her friend the twins rushed down and pushed the vampire towards the fireplace.
"Going to the shop, will you grace us with your company?" and flooed her to Diagon Alley.
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"Morning"
Draco grumbled as he slumped into a chair across the table from his cousin. Lissette was already digging into her grapefruit and Belgian waffles, not looking up once at the boy. She couldn't, not after the pervious night's revelation. No it never happened and if he didn't bring it up it never happened.
"So who is Ethan Sawyer?" Lissette wanted to dig a ditch and throw her self in it. She nervously shifted in her seat.
"Sorry, who?" Draco raised a questioning eyebrow
"Oh, alright.............He's the bloody father, alright, satisfied?"
So that was the poor fool that impregnated a Malfoy woman. Surely he was on his way to die or dead already, for Draco had always seen the close resemblance between the female praying mantis and any female of his family.
"Logan is seeing to it."
She let out a sigh of boredom. Why would she dare to utter her father's name. To everyone, from house elves to paintings, Lucius Malfoy's manor, Logan Malfoy was a name rarely mentioned. By Lucius standards his 'bastard' half brother was a mistake from birth. Sure he had almost the same blood as him, but he was a Half-ling. Turned vampire by a muggle whom tainted his 'pure blood', the only thing that came from him that was considered good was Lissette. Yes, Logan was a disgrace to th Malfoy name, an assassin for hire, he had betrayed his line by being trained and working for muggles. Even his daughter detested him. At a young age Lissette watched as Lucius killed her mother. She didn't weep nor stop him. It was what had to be done. Her step mother wasn't any better, but she never saw her.
"Why kill him? Why not marry him?" The girl eyes went wide. This was an idiotic suggestion.
"And stop being a Malfoy? And disappoint my dear uncle Lucius? MARRY A MUGGLE?!? Never!"
She let the cat out of the bag. That was one secret she shouldn't have let slip, she then looked at her cup of juice suspiciously, could her dear cousin have asked the elves to slip in some veritaserum, yet one look up at the ruffled hair white blonde in front whom was cleaning up the juice he just sprayed all over the table from the shock told her he wouldn't have.
That had been the boys death sentence, Draco thought as he cleaned the same spot for the third time, being muggle.. Lissette had toyed with every pure blood wizard in Europe and broke each and every one, this time she was the one left damaged.
"I've tried every thing, poisoning it, spells, charms, even that muggle pill, but nothing works on this brat. IT WONT DIE!(she pounded her fist on the table, and let out a low growl) But I will not give up, no, Do you hear me you disgusting little thing, you will die. It will never take a breath."
Draco wasn't sure if she was talking to him or herself, so quietly he slipped out of the dinning room and head to his room to dress. Diagon Alley was his escape from the mansion today.
"So when exactly are the parental's coming back?"
Ashley whined as she child like dangled her feet in the air. She always felt smaller when she sat at the kitchen table of the Burrow. Every chair was different from the next, standing out with pride amongst the rest of the whatchamabobs of the mis-matched room.
"Well Mum and Dad will be back at five, Bill and Charlie will bring the tree after work, why do you ask?" Ginny re-checked her mother recipe as her dorm mate kept on whining.
"IMMM BOORRREEEDD!" The vampire exclaimed and proceeded to slam her head on the table pretending to keel over of boredom.
"I've got it, why don't we all play a round of the muggle game Clue? I can be Colonel Mustard and Ronnikins can be Mrs. Peacock!"
Fred suggested as his younger brothers ears became red. He wasn't able to vocally express anything at the time in many thanks to Hermione's silencing charm that had been placed during a row earlier in the morning. Finally not getting the results she expected , Ashley dragged her feet through the kitchen and up the stairs.
"Where are you off to?" The youngest red head inquired, but the girl didn't respond.
"Don't disturb poor Percy up there, He's ill!"
Ashley grunted in an saying 'okay' sort of way. She wasn't all that delighted with his return to the Weasley house. He, as 'busy' as he may be, always gave her odd stares and glances. Though she thought them endearing, she had waited patiently a whole year for some thing other then a quick good bye and a hand shake. She had given up on him, though every now and then when ever Ginny mentioned his name she felt strangely drawn to the conversation.
About ten minutes passed and the silence (with the exception of the noise from the stove and the twins occasional whisper) was broken by music emanating from the upper floor. Fred and George left the kitchen to 'check if it had woken up Percy' (though it was really their excuse to try out their latest creation 'Bed wetter' candy). They didn't return so Ginny asked Harry to investigate, and after a few minutes he too disappeared. Finally Ron mimed his offer to check out what was wrong, as the others he didn't come back, nor did the music get lower. Having enough and letting the curiosity get the better of her, the youngest red head left Hermione in charge of the food and went up stairs to see what was going on.
Th music grew louder as she approached the second floor landing. When her eye fell on the entry of her bed room she spotted four red heads and a brunette standing there. All of their eyes glued to whatever was inside and when she got closer she saw it.
"Nothing can stop this, not now I love you, they're not gonna get us, they're not gonna get us. Nothing can stop this, not now I love you, they're not gonna get us, they're not gonna get us!" There was Ashley, bouncing on the bed, one fist in the air, chanting and singing along with the song in her knickers.
"ASHLEY PANDORA NIGHT, WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"
The twins groaned, the young girl had let out a scream and slammed the door close in their faces. All but Ginny were left rubbing their noses. Percy, who had been the first to see the 'show' mumbled something about a shower and quickly left to the bathroom. Fred and George grinned and went to dress for work. But Harry and Ron weren't as lucky and their goofy smiles were wiped off when they were pulled by the ear down to the kitchen. After being informed of the occurrence , Hermione pulled her boyfriend by the same ear into the living room to have another row. Seconds later , Ashley came down, 'fully' dressed in a school girl mini skirt, tight white blouse and knee high dragon skin boots.
Before Ginny had a change to yell at her friend the twins rushed down and pushed the vampire towards the fireplace.
"Going to the shop, will you grace us with your company?" and flooed her to Diagon Alley.
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"Morning"
Draco grumbled as he slumped into a chair across the table from his cousin. Lissette was already digging into her grapefruit and Belgian waffles, not looking up once at the boy. She couldn't, not after the pervious night's revelation. No it never happened and if he didn't bring it up it never happened.
"So who is Ethan Sawyer?" Lissette wanted to dig a ditch and throw her self in it. She nervously shifted in her seat.
"Sorry, who?" Draco raised a questioning eyebrow
"Oh, alright.............He's the bloody father, alright, satisfied?"
So that was the poor fool that impregnated a Malfoy woman. Surely he was on his way to die or dead already, for Draco had always seen the close resemblance between the female praying mantis and any female of his family.
"Logan is seeing to it."
She let out a sigh of boredom. Why would she dare to utter her father's name. To everyone, from house elves to paintings, Lucius Malfoy's manor, Logan Malfoy was a name rarely mentioned. By Lucius standards his 'bastard' half brother was a mistake from birth. Sure he had almost the same blood as him, but he was a Half-ling. Turned vampire by a muggle whom tainted his 'pure blood', the only thing that came from him that was considered good was Lissette. Yes, Logan was a disgrace to th Malfoy name, an assassin for hire, he had betrayed his line by being trained and working for muggles. Even his daughter detested him. At a young age Lissette watched as Lucius killed her mother. She didn't weep nor stop him. It was what had to be done. Her step mother wasn't any better, but she never saw her.
"Why kill him? Why not marry him?" The girl eyes went wide. This was an idiotic suggestion.
"And stop being a Malfoy? And disappoint my dear uncle Lucius? MARRY A MUGGLE?!? Never!"
She let the cat out of the bag. That was one secret she shouldn't have let slip, she then looked at her cup of juice suspiciously, could her dear cousin have asked the elves to slip in some veritaserum, yet one look up at the ruffled hair white blonde in front whom was cleaning up the juice he just sprayed all over the table from the shock told her he wouldn't have.
That had been the boys death sentence, Draco thought as he cleaned the same spot for the third time, being muggle.. Lissette had toyed with every pure blood wizard in Europe and broke each and every one, this time she was the one left damaged.
"I've tried every thing, poisoning it, spells, charms, even that muggle pill, but nothing works on this brat. IT WONT DIE!(she pounded her fist on the table, and let out a low growl) But I will not give up, no, Do you hear me you disgusting little thing, you will die. It will never take a breath."
Draco wasn't sure if she was talking to him or herself, so quietly he slipped out of the dinning room and head to his room to dress. Diagon Alley was his escape from the mansion today.