Cinderella

Beaner-Bop

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Chapter Two: New Roommates

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Ginny wasn't jumping up and down excited or feeling depressed when three days later it was time for her new 'roomies' to come. Her father and Haley had been very vague with descriptions with what they were like. In all honestly, Ginny didn't care. As long as they stayed out of her way, she'd stay out of theirs.

She was currently downstairs and itching her shoulder from the new, yet rough, material on her shoulder. She glanced down at herself in disgust. The dress she was wearing was all green with white flowers here and there and she was just walking around in socks, not usually wearing shoes around her house.

Ginny looked up suddenly when she heard the sound of feet in the fireplace. She rushed over to it quickly and waited for whoever was under it to come out. A small sneeze came from the fireplace before the girl came out. Ginny looked at the girl and sighed, hoping that she wouldn't end up being like all the other girl's at Hogwarts who looked nearly exactly like her. Smooth skin, light colored hair… Ginny had to keep herself from snorting, remembering her promise to her father that she would be nice to the girls. The girl's face, though nice, went into a look of disgust when she saw Ginny. She looked at her slowly, from toe to head before giving her a nasty look and turning her back to her with a thrown out and sarcastic, "Lovely."

Ginny had to keep her anger restrained, luckily another soft 'plop' in the fireplace told Ginny that the other girl had arrived. When she helped the girl out of the fireplace, Ginny couldn't help shake off the feeling that something was off about her, which was strange because she had never met the girl before.

Ginny could tell right away that this girl would be easier to get along with. She didn't look at Ginny's clothes first thing or judge her quickly. She just looked at Ginny with a shy smile and waited silently for Ginny to show them whatever was supposed to be next…

Ginny came out of the odd little world she was in when the blond girl, the other girl had brown hair and was a little heavier than the blond, but still pretty in her own right, cleared her throat.

"Well, Ginny?" She said it in a mean voice that once again had Ginny holding her fist back to make sure she didn't do anything that would harm the girl. It was also said in an accent so it sounded like this, "Jenna?" But Ginny wondered if she said it like that on purpose or if it was beyond her control. Ginny took a breath before speaking, hoping that none of her anger at the blond girl showed through.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know which one of you is Linette and which is Carminda." Ginny looked to the dark haired girl when she began to speak. She was about to say 'please speak up.' But the blond beat her.

"For heaven's sake Caramel! Grow a damn backbone and grow up!" The dark haired girl blushed heavily from the embarrassment her sister caused her before looking back to Ginny.

"I-I'm Carminda…" She said quietly, but this time she could hear her. "But if you'd like to call me something else, that's okay." Ginny smiled as she nodded at the girl. She turned to face Linette.

"Well, where are we sleeping?" Ginny rolled her eyes as she went to the kitchen and began to walk of the steps. She heard a slight 'eew.' From Linette but apparently got a seal of approval from Carminda. The girl was looking at all the pictures and plants that were around the kitchen, making it feel all nice and homey, just the way Ginny liked it. Apparently though, Linette didn't agree with this philosophy with a quick 'Cheap' thrown into the air. Rolling her eyes she was about to open the door to the upstairs when a slight scream. She turned to face Linette and resisted the urge to say 'What is it now?' with instead 'What's wrong?'

The blond girl looked up at her and glared.

"Are you trying to kill me?" She pointed to the metal stairs Ginny was currently standing on. "I put one step on there and I'll die from fear!" Ginny couldn't resist the slight snort that came out along with the thoughts of good riddance.

"I'm terribly sorry, Linette, but it seems you have no choice, unless of course," She waved into the living room where an old ratty couch stood. They were going to throw it out today and get a new one but Ginny decided not to tell the girl that little fact. She turned back to the stairs and finally opened the door. She saw Carminda silently waiting for Linette to go in front of her and she wondered why the girl was waiting for the blond girl. Did she have to follow the girl everywhere?

She pointed to the first door on the left.

"This is my room. If you need anything feel free to knock." Not that that means I'll answer…

She walked past a few more doors and opened up another door. "This is one of the rooms you could have and the other one," She pointed right across the hall from the one they were at. "Is right there. I'll leave you ladies alone to sort whatever you need out. I just heard the clock downstairs so I believe that my dad and your mother are here. I'm going to go and help them. Bye!"

She rolled her eyes as she heard Linette start her rants on how terrible the rooms were. She didn't hear anything from Carminda but she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

When she came down the stairs she saw her father holding many bags, most of them had an 'L' written in cursive on the sides.

Gee, she thought, I wonder who THOSE could belong to…

"Ginny, would you be daddy's little helper and," a soft oomph came from his lips as he tried to pick up some more of Linette's bags, "take some of these bags up to Linette?" Ginny stopped herself from groaning but grabbed some bags anyway before going back upstairs.

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Draco was currently wondering if he ever heard anything as preposterous coming from his mother's mouth.

"Draco, are you even listening to me?!" She asked, glaring at her son. Draco looked at his mother with a look of disgust.

"I heard every word you said, and you have got to be kidding." Narcissa crossed her arms over her chest, showing him that she indeed wasn't. Draco rolled his eyes.

"Would you like me to summarize it? Can I get an A if I do a good job?" Narcissa glared at her son even more.

"Yes, please re-tell me what I just said, I'm sure I'll die of shock if you get everything." After rolling his eyes again he began to speak.

"You heard father talking to the dark lord the other day. Apparently Voldemort plans on giving me his empire after he's dead because I'm supposedly one of his strongest and youngest supporters. Because of this he wants to make sure that his legacy," He rolled his eyes again, "goes on. Thus meaning that by my eighteenth birthday I need to have a bride." He snorted. "This sounds like some fairy tale on crack."

"Draco!" He looked at her waiting for her to go on. She sighed heavily instead, however, before speaking. "Draco, you seventeenth birth day is seven months away. You have little over a year and a half to get a bride-"

"What happens if I don't get a bride? Or take on his legacy then? He kills me?" Draco looked at his mother expectantly.
"That won't happen to you." She said bitterly, Draco looked back up to her confused.

"What…?" Narcissa shook her head sadly to her son.

"If your father thought for a second that you wouldn't go along with anything He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has planned for you, you'd be under the imperious curse in a second. Hell, even if you can fight it, it wouldn't help you much because there are other things that he could make you agree with. Special potions and such." She shook her head again. "You're one of the lucky ones Draco." He snorted.

"If you can even call that lucky."

"My thoughts exactly."

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A/N: Whew…done with a chapter. I was worried that I wouldn't get this one out -.-;;