Cinderella
Beaner-Bop
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A/N: Ugh – I'm doing this chapter from school so it might be a little hurried and short.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing except for anything you don't recognize…
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Chapter Seven: Familiar Things
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Ginny winced as she walked along the roadside. She didn't understand why she had the need to go this way, she just went with it. It almost felt as though she were walking to her house and yet at the same time it was…different. Obviously, because she didn't know where she was going, but still. Her feet were taking her somewhere and it felt similar.
She was in a deep countryside, no one was around the area for miles except for the few stray cars that she passed on her way up here. She considered herself lucky when she thought about one of the cars that passed her. It seemed to slow down for a while but she ran into the cover of the trees and after a while the car finally passed and left her alone, something she was very thankful for.
She was passing fences now, lined with some of the largest and tallest trees she had ever seen in her life except for those few she had seen in the Forbidden Forest. These trees were obviously put here to keep people out.
Apparently though, this rule didn't apply to her it seemed as she climbed over a part of the fence that was actually a little worn from people – or 'her' doing that all the time. She began to run once she was back in the 'familiar' property. A small smile sprung onto her face as she saw the dark gray bricks of the old family home. It was large, larger than the Burrow, definitely and in the back of a mind whispered but you won't be able to keep it unless father finds some new trade or some lost long relative dies or you marry not for love but money. She felt the smile on her face vanish as she thought about that last one.
She knew that she brought the idea to her father ages ago but he refused heatedly. He said that their family was not one looking for greatness through money, and that she would not be some type of pawn into getting some. Ginny snorted, still not used to all these extra thoughts that were NOT hers running through her head. One last 'other person' thought ran through her head though, before she could stop it.
To bad father did that himself. And then the voice quieted, no matter how hard Ginny tried to wake it up and help her understand what is going on.
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Draco's 'hombres' were morons.
And they were not what he was expecting. At Hogwarts, Crabbe and Goyle were more bodyguards/they're-friends-of-the-family-friends-or-else kinda thing… Blaise Zabini was probably the only thing that he could call an honest 'friend'. He was not expecting that his friends here would be any different than those three for some reason.
He was very, very, wrong.
Three people came in but they were extremely…whats the word, strange? The first one to come in had bright green hair and bone earrings decorating his ears as well as some religious symbols and a nose ring. He was wearing a black t-shirt, black jeans, huge boots and metal jewelry galore.
The next one was dark skinned and covered completely in what appeared to be a loose strait jacket with matching white pants and light blue footies.
Draco did his best not to stare.
The last one seemed normal enough, he had piercings in his ears but that was all that stood out about him. He was wearing a white shirt with a blue button-up over it and jeans. He nodded to Draco who in turn nodded back to them.
He was thankful that the one with the button-up spoke before he did.
"So, what's up with the girl thing – here any news on little-miss-prissy-princess?" Draco was confused for a second before silently thanking whoever he needed to for the fact that he already had to talk about this with his 'mother'.
"Slightly changed apparently." The others hushed up and listened to him intently. He didn't know if he should be used to this silence or not.
"You mean you don't need to get married to her?" asked the one in the strait jacket. Draco nodded. "Can I marry her?" The one in black through a bean bag at him.
"Please, like someone that high up would marry you…what do you want her for, her money?" The one in the strait jacket began to smile at them.
"What else?" The one with the button-up groaned which the one in the strait jacket rolled his eyes. "Geesh, what is with you Hare? Man, between you and Draco we could have some type of good-boy contest…. I can see it now, come one, come all girls, win one perfectly good and perfect husband you've always dreamed, one a rich prince, the other a nice, good, strong, hard working boy! Take your pick!" The one in black interrupted him.
"Be sure to choose when you're around three so that way when it's time for you to actually marry, you'll be past the 'designated courtship time' and actually be able to get to the good stuff while you're still able!" Draco couldn't help rolling his eyes at that one.
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A/N: OMG, I didn't want to stop there but I need to hurry, class is in 2 minutes, later!
Beaner-Bop