Cinderella
Beaner-Bop
A/N: UGH! Had to re-do half this chapter 'cuz I lost it!!! Probably a good thing though…since the beginning of the last one wasn't to good…
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Disclaimer: None.
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Chapter Six: The Stone's True Worth
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Said General Clay to General Gore,
"Oh must we fight this silly war?
To kill and die is such a bore."
"I quite agree," said General Gore
-Excerpt from The Generals by Shel Silverstein
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Carminda and Ginny looked at the antique dolls on the shelves, every now and then, Carminda would bring her hand up to her face to cover up the grin she was wearing. Ginny rolled her eyes whenever she did it, still not used to the girl's strange habits. Her attention turned to a red haired doll in the corner. She bent down to get a better look at it, knowing that she was probably never going to get it with a quick look at the price tag near it's feet.
"What have we here? Is the Weaslette still playing with her dollies? Oh, wait, of course you're not. Couldn't afford them in the first place, eh?" Ginny sucked in a breath before slowly turning around to glare at the boy behind her. Without taking her glare off of him, she addressed Carminda.
"This, Carminda, is Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy, this is Carminda. I believe you met her sister earlier, Linette?" She smirked at him when she saw him wince at the name. Idly, he turned to Carminda.
"She was your sister?" He asked. It was in a monotone voice, so Ginny couldn't figure out what he was thinking. Carminda nodded. He nodded back. "She's a little bitch." He said in the same tone as before. Ginny let out a small laugh but stopped when Draco looked at her strangely.
"What was that for, Weasley?" Ginny rolled her eyes.
"You haven't seen her in full blast yet." He cocked an eyebrow at her.
"Scary?" Ginny shrugged.
"You could say that. It's also bloody hilarious though." Draco nodded slowly and the three of them stood like that for a while, wondering what to do. Carminda began to move a little closer to Ginny when she stepped on the end of her cloak, barreling into Ginny instead. The two girls fell into a heap on the floor, both of them blushing lightly when Draco began to laugh at them. He squatted down so he was closer to their level.
"I say something with that fall, trip, and spring joke, but it's entirely overused and-hmm… What's this?" He was looking at a blue stone, and then began to reach for it, along with Ginny with her free arm.
"That's mine, that's what." She said, touching the stone at the same time he did. Neither of them noticed the slightly panicked look on Carminda's face when she saw the stone and once they grabbed it, they didn't see much of anything, really, just a really bright white light.
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The woman looked at Linette strangely when the girl's eyes flashed a yellowish color before returning to normal. Apparently the girl looked a little flustered too but she seemed okay with it, like it was a nice surprise.
"I wasn't thinking it would happen that fast!" She said happily. The woman looked confused.
"What just…happened?" Linette looked at her blankly before shrugging delicately, coming up with lie.
"Oh, just started a new medication, that little eye-flash thingy meant it worked or something like that." The woman still looked skeptically at the girl, but deciding that it really wasn't any of her business and that it would be much better for the store if she didn't scare this customer away. At that she began to point at some more price-y jewelry that was on the racks, silently forgetting what she saw happen just a few short moments ago.
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"Ow!" Was the first thing that came out of Ginny's mouth when she caught her breath, the wind being knocked out of her. Wherever she landed, it wasn't comfy. Her head was surrounded by grass, her back, gravel, and her legs, some sort of concrete. She sat up slowly, so she wouldn't get sick and looked at her surrounds.
I'm…am I on muggle property? Ginny wondered. She quickly rolled out of the way when she saw a large metal thing coming at her. Note to self: Watch out for those whatchamacallits - carrs? Cars? Yea, that's it. She thought silently trying to catch her breath.
She stood up on unsteady legs, with a heart that was beating as fast as it possibly could. Might as well figure out where I am. She thought to herself, heading in the opposite direction of where the car came.
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"Draco!" The name was what woke him up. His body felt groggy, his eyes were sore, and ugh, he was moving so slow.
"Ugh…um…yea?" He heard a 'hmmph' sound come from in front of him. He wasn't thinking about that so much as what the heck was he laying on? What am I on? Bags filled with beans?
"I told you to stop going to sleep on your bean bags, that's what your bed is for! Honestly! Nearly eighteen and-" Draco looked at the woman in front of him, shocked at what she said.
"Nearly eighteen? What the heck are you talking about? I'm not even seventeen yet!" He told her. The woman crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him angrily, her face beginning to turn red.
"Don't you dare try that on me, boy!" She straightened her back. "I made sure it was your eighteenth birthday coming up!" She glared at him. "And wouldn't your mother know how old her only child is?" Draco looked confused for a second.
"My mother is here?" The woman at him glared at him even more harshly than before, her fingers gripping her upper arms tightly.
"Yes, would you believe she's in this very room with you? Gah…sons." Draco looked at her sharply. In this… oh shit. "Draco, dear, are you okay? Your face is turning green." Draco, opened his mouth a few times to say something - finally, on the third try something came out.
"I'm, um, fine. Could you leave me alone for a second?" His 'mother' nodded her head to him.
"Of course sweety, but we have more to discuss." Draco nodded his head numbly and the woman backed out of the doorway and closed the bright red door behind her. Draco looked around the room and saw two other doors. He was lucky when he chose the middle door, it leading to the bathroom.
Once he was done doing what er…needed to be done. He looked around the bathroom, wincing at all the bright colors. At least nothing is pastel or pink and purple… He thought to himself. The bathroom was actually okay, it was mainly black and white with a bright red bathtub and towels.
Going back outside, he noticed the black and white décor again, but this room was much brighter, red, yellow, green, and blue went everywhere within it.
He heard a knock on the door and remembered that his 'mother' still needed to speak with him. He rolled his eyes as he walked over to the door, letting her back inside where she immediately began to inspect him.
"You okay, dear?" He nodded and pulled away from her.
"You still wanted to speak with me?" She nodded. The look on her face gave Draco the feeling that he didn't want to hear what was coming next, so he began to brace himself as well as he could.
"Now…I know you don't like talking about this," Draco gave himself a mental pat on the back for his good guess, "but it must be done. You know you're nearly eighteen and that means-" Draco began to remember what he said to his actual mother what seemed only days ago. "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 goes on. Thus meaning that by my eighteenth birthday-
"I need to have a bride." His 'mother' nodded. "Well where have I heard this before?" He said, going back over to sit on one of the many 'bean bags' in his room. At a glance, it seemed he had six or seven. Oddly comfortable, these things are… He thought to himself. He looked at his 'mother' waiting for what she had to say next. "Well? What do you have to speak to me about?" His mother grinned at him lightly, and for some reason he began to feel hopeful.
"Now, I wasn't able to do much - you know what your father is like when he decides something, but…" She grinned at him, "…you don't need to be married to that princess that was previously betrothed to!" He felt a smile break out on his face before he could stop it. Why the hell is this such good news to me? For all I know, she could be hot. Draco thought silently. The woman continued on. "However," His gut began to feel queasy again, "you still need to be married by you eighteenth birthday, otherwise you won't be handed the throne when it is your time." He was about to say something when her words registered to him. Wa-wait, wait! What throne? Why would I get passed a throne? He decided that being cocky was a good route.
"Well maybe I don't want the throne." The woman rolled her eyes.
"Not this again Draco, please. Just try to find someone. Get married, get the throne, and make the family please?" She asked in a pleading voice. He glared at her, wondering why she was acting all sad on him.
"Why do I have to get married at all? Why is absolutely everyone pestering me to get married?" Something in his 'mother' must have snapped because she straightened and looked him in the eye.
"At least you get a chance at happiness with your partner, whoever you may choose." She sniffled lightly, "Lord knows I didn't." With that she turned around and stomped out of the room. Draco couldn't help the little sliver of guilt that he felt when he saw her leave like that.
Before he dwelled on the fact to much, a butler, not a house-elf, walked into the room and bowed to him.
"Prince Draco, your 'hombres' as they call themselves are here to see you." He looked at the man strangely, but shrugged off the feeling.
I can get used to being called a prince.
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A/N: I'm doooooooooooooooooooone…oh! Oh! Cold hands!
Beaner-Bop