rainbow fuzzlez: I consider Harry and Hermione more as brother/sister type. That's why I'm sooooo positive Ron and Hermione will get together in the next book (I'm not trying to offend anyone who thinks otherwise). As for the story … you're just going to have to find out! ;)
StarryRavenFire: To tell you the truth, I am NOT a Harry/Ginny fan at all. But I guess I will put up with one, ONLY if it were really, really, really good. But thanks for reviewing!
And lot's of thanks to Lady Elysabyth and Crooning Waterfall!
Father vs. Son
There once was a point in time when Draco aspired for a toy broom. The Thunderclap 780. With its burnished handle, undiluted twigs, and buoyant weight, there was nothing wide of the mark with this idyllic broom.
It was all he wanted, no more no less. He had plagued his parents for months, begging, asking, and hoping for that one exceptional broom that irked his dreams. His mother hadonly justclosed the eyes to his requests with a straightforward "Maybe". His father just goaded Draco from wherever he was, demanding that Draco ask later. Which on no account ever took place.
At long last, Draco's eighth birthday arrived. As predictable, he collected countless gifts, each more enviable than the preceding. Draco had hunted through his gifts, seeking for that imperative broom of his. Finally he found it. Shredding the paper off in starving zeal, his heart leapt into his throat at the sight of his new broom.
But not of contentment. The broom that he had so yearned for, so sought, was nothing but a Sandy Scraper 44. Instead of the raven black, it was smothered with an ominous auburn. Its twigs were kinked and meshed, and the handle didn't possess the desired lustrous glow.
Now Draco was feeling that sentiment once again. There had been a portion, an exceedingly diminutive, but still a portion, that had laid in his heart, expectant of a eye-catching girl, maybe with trim legs and flowing flaxen hair. However, all that he saw were the lanky legs, leveled chest, and notorious burgundy hair of one of his greatest adversaries …
"So," Draco scoffed coarsely. "If it isn't the runt of the Weasel family, Ginny Weasel herself. So tell me, why did you propose to be my maid? Tired of the old Weasel clan? Or you just couldn't get enough of my dazzling looks?"
"Draco," Lucius said menacingly. "That is quite enough. If anyone were to be making proposals, it would have been me. Don't give me that look. Yes, it was I. Conscious that her kin is all but bankrupt, it was me that gave them the money to keep the family together."
Ginny shook her head in chaste resentment. By all means her family was indeed deprived, but not penniless.
"Geez Father," Draco vilified extremely. "Who do you think you are? An archangel from heaven sent down to assist the brainless!"
Lucius thinned his eyes.
"GABRIELLA, COME!" Lucius commanded piercingly.
As if she were just on the other side of the wall, Gabriella came hasting into the room.
"Yes my lord," she said, bowing to her callous master. "What is it that you oh so require of me, your meek servant?"
Lucius waved his hand in provocation.
"Spare me of the oration," he said authoritatively. Turning to Ginny, he continued, "Take Miss Weasley to Selena's bedchambers. And Ginny, do please commit our system of rules to memory. Now off, as I need to have a little tête-à-tête with my son."
"Come along." Gabriella said briskly, turning on her heel. "Don't be vexed about this place. You'll get used to it sooner or later I presume. Is your name really Ginny? I like it. It's rather lovable don't you think? Well I believe so. Don't listen to that Draco. He can really rub somebody up the wrong way. Really. But don't let him get to you. Then he'll cease. So, what do you think of this place? I know it may seem a little tedious, but I rather think the place is a bit bravura really."
It didn't take a mastermind to comprehend that Gabriella was a chatterer. An awfullybig one too.
"Well, here we are." Gabriella stopped her walking at a petite, iron-cast door. They were down in the dungeons and it wasn't only the frigidity in the place that gave Ginny the shivers. Massive gargoyle hands seized torches that only to some extent warmed the place. Maybe 32, or 33 degrees perhaps?
"Don't fuss about the wintriness," Gabriella ensured her. "They consent to the servants having additional blankets. And every servant's bedchamber encloses an undersized furnace. And the beds are rationally sizeable, unlike my other master who made us all slumber on pads. Trust me, they aren't soporific. More like stressful. But that's a different story. Anyhow, you start work tomorrow so I would recommend an early bedtime. So I think that's all. Servant's dinner is at 8. A little guidance, there is only a maximum number of food so I would propose that you come early. We all eat in the kitchens and servants are running all over the place so it won't behard getting directions. So … that's all. Enjoy your stay! With a bit of luck, I will see you soon! Toodles!"
Ginny puckered her brow. How, if it were capable, were she to have fun if she was spending 24/7 for the people that she reviled most?
With a heavyhearted sigh, she guided herself into her bedchambers.
Draco raged into his room, a docile Katarina following closely in his footsteps.
"THAT BASTARD!" Draco roared, pitching his edition of Perfect Seekers in Perfect Time into the wall, bypassing Katarina's ear by merely a whisker. "THAT GOD DAMN FUCKING BASTARD! HOW DARE HE!"
"Poor Draco," Katarina murmured as she caressed Draco's taut back. "His father is the one to hold accountable for this appalling chaos."
To Draco, she consoled, "Oh Draco, don't listen to him. Lucius is an ass to be so uncouth to his only child."
Lucius hadn't been just uncouth. He had been out-and-out inequitable and deceptive to Draco. He had demanded that Dracorespect him, as he was the child and Lucius was the man. This made Draco irate, as at the age of 20, was justifiably a man himself. After all, he was full-fledged, engaged inwondrous employment at the Ministry of Magic, every girl's fantasy guy, and making good a galleon every three minutes. What father won't want a son like that? Seemingly, Lucius was not on the list.
His hands stifled Draco's groans as he seized his face in antipathy. Lucius had continuously told him to make a high-quality impact and Draco had done that. Yet no matter how much he achieved, it basically wasn't enough for Lucius, who demanded to a greater extent of Draco every time. It was like asking for a cat when all one could offer was an unadorned kitten.
Katarina caressed Draco's shoulders daintily as she smiled to herself. Someday, one or another, Draco (would gave preferentiality to bachelorhood) would come to his senses and bestow her a band of diamonds that she would so ecstatically slide onto her left ring finger. She knew she and Draco were meant to be. They would tie the knot and crop several children, the majority of them girls.
Katarina smirked. Yes, her life was going stupendously and if she kept it up, Narcissa Malfoy wouldn't be the mistress of Malfoy Manor anymore.
"Oh Draco," she cooed tunefully. "Don't get so shook up. Oh baby …."
Draco's body became taut at the contact of Katarina's nippy touch. But it was hard to defy, like a child rebuffing candy. She ignited a fire inside his ruthless heart, compelling it bigger and bigger until it was one, dominate inferno. And nothing could conquest it.
No longer capable of refraining from Katarina's influential requests, Draco fell into a night abundant with long, vigorous love all night long and put Lucius out of his mind.
So how was it? I thought it was pretty good. Hopefully you enjoyed it! So enjoy and until next time:o)
