Summary: sequel to strawberries Serena's life had been pretty normal for the most part after her 'father's' death... but funny things start happening durning her 4th year. Firstly, there's Wolf, her rival since she first met him, secondly, the Slytherin's are hinting at knowing the secret of her past, and to top it all off, a mysterious man that dissapears as fast as he can appear, reminds her of her father... could there be a possibility that Draco Malfoy isn't dead after all?
A Weasley Named Malfoy
[Serena Bethany Malfoy]
There was a huge celebration in the Weasley's garden that night. Magic lights and laughter filled the air. This was a very special celebration, not just the usual one that the Weasley's had before the children were shipped off to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; this year, all of Mr. And Mrs. Weasley Senior's grandchildren would all attend Hogwarts at the same time.
As of the moment, all the Weasley kids were grouped near the great bonfire in the center of the garden.
Xandra, the oldest, was eyeing the 'Quads,' the two sets of Weasley twins, Derrick and Erik, and Daren and Aaron, who were huddled together discussing something in hushed voices. They were this generation of pranksters, and though their pranks weren't as elaborate as their fathers before them, they still tended to piss everyone off all the same. Then there was Gail, the miniature sized version of her sister, Xandra, who after seeing her reproachful look at the Quads, glared at her cousins with the same, if not more, suspicious look. Elizabeth who was sitting on the ground with Faye, braiding her hair. And last came Theo, who's face was buried in a book about Dragons.
"Well if it isn't Strawberry," a slow drawling voice came from the shadow of a nearby tree.
Serena glared at the boy who's face was hidden in shadow, leaning against the trunk of the tree house, away from the Weasley kids.
"Wolfgang," Serena nodded at him.
The boy jumped up gracefully; he seemed to be half werewolf at all times, following her as Serena made her way around the blazing fire spit to sit with Faye and Elizabeth. She dropped down to the ground and Wolfgang flopped down beside her, languidly.
Wolf was Remus Lupin's son, and he had a knack for pissing the hell out of her.
Serena sighed in annoyance.
"Hey Renee," Elizabeth smiled warmly at her and Faye smiled as well.
"Renee," a high, mocking girlish voice sounded behind her. She threw a scowl at Wolfgang.
"You are so immature," Serena rolled her eyes, turning back to Elizabeth and resting on her hands.
"And you are too mature," he said with disgust.
"Hanging around the Quads has gone to your head," Serena waved a hand at him as if dismissing the topic.
"Well…" Elizabeth's voice trailed off.
Serena threw Elizabeth a look of disgust.
"I think you're ganging up on me,"
"That's my name, don't wear it out," It rolled of Wolfgang's tongue as smooth as butter, this made Serena scowl even more.
"Shut up, you're such an assho-"
"Hey! Hey! Virgin ears over here!" Elizabeth clapped her hands over Faye's ears.
"I don't have virgin ears-" Faye pushed Elizabeth's hands away, "honestly, Uncle Fred and George and the Quads swear even more-"
"You shouldn't be listening," she snapped, "There," and she finished tying Faye's braid with a hair band and held out a mirror. Faye took it and carefully examined her French braid.
"Perfect," she beamed at Elizabeth, then turned slyly to Serena, "What about you Strawberry?"
"No!" Serena's hands automatically reached for her hair protectively.
"Aww, come on! I was thinking two braids from the front and sweeping them back. Simple, but sweet,"
"Strawberry is anything but sweet," Wolfgang said, unconsciously licking his lips.
Serena chose to ignore this and shook her head firmly, her Strawberry blonde hair swirling gracefully around her. She ran her hands through her hair, bunching it up in the back and letting it fall, nervously patting it.
She had always been wary about people touching her hair. It felt very personal to her as it was a combination of her father's and mothers. She had also been that way when people stared at her eyes; her father's misty gray eyes. She was always furious at herself when she was first to look away, it made her look weak, like she could meet the challenge.
In more ways than one, she was like her father. In the way she walked and talked, she was usually very organized and always on top of things. She never mentioned her father to anyone; from what she had heard, Draco Malfoy had been a horrible person, in the inner most circles of Voldemort himself. She was ashamed.
But what she couldn't understand was the way her father had looked at her that one last time before the smoke engulfed him. It confused her.; but it had been so long ago.
"Aww, come on!" Wolfgang's hand was suddenly in her hair, pulling it into a messy ponytail.
"Don't!" Serena slapped his hand away and backed up, smoothing her hair.
"Girls…" Wolfgang rolled his eyes, "So worried about their hair,"
It made Serena furious to let him think that, but she didn't answer, again unconsciously running her hands through her hair and smoothing it.
"Let's eat!"
***
Consequently, Wolfgang was sitting across from her. She scowled at this, turning to Elizabeth on her left.
"Congratulations on making Prefect," she whispered.
"Thanks," she smiled, obviously very pleased with this praise.
"You're going to tell me the password to the prefects bathroom, right?" Serena smiled mischievously. Elizabeth smiled just as mischievously back, "Why? So you can spy on Wolf?"
Serena smirked, "No, so I can take the luxurious bath that is denied me,"
"Yeah," she scoffed and helped herself to more salad.
"Shut up," She threw a glance at Wolfgang who was talking to Derrick on his left. He seemed to feel her eyes on him and turned, smirking at her. She gave a very Malfoyish smirked right back and turned back to Liza who was trying in vain not to throw her the same smirk. Serena made an annoyed sound and turned away from her and scowled at her food.
It was obvious that he liked her, but Wolfgang? The poor boy had tormented her ever since they had first meet, when she had turned 7. What's to keep him from stopping, except maybe his pride. And Serena would hardly give up her's in a hurry either.
She focused on eating her food, catching snippets of conversations from her family and friends. She ignored the feelings of eyes on her as she continued to eat, being very particular to cut up every single piece bite size. She was full, but continued to eat just to have something to do other than let her eyes wander. But when it was all gone, she had nothing to do than talk to Xandra on her right.
Serena nodded at her, glassy eyed, not taking in a word the girl was saying as she went on about the job she had been offered that she would begin as soon as she got out of school.
"They're trying to make magic carpets legal again, but honestly-"
"Hmm," Serena grunted.
Finally, Uncle Bill stood from the tale. Taking this as a sign that she could leave without being rude, she excused herself.
She walked the length of the table filled with red haired people and made her way up the slight hill, passing the bon fire spit to the tree house sitting in the humongous oak tree. She climbed up the ladder and opened the trap door, closing it quietly behind her. She climbed up the stairs, passing a couple more floors before reaching the top and pulling out a little green box from under the bed. She took the box up to the roof of the tree house, sliding the final lock on the trap door into place. She leaned against the enormous trunk, sliding the locket off from around her neck and opened it. The locket held a mirror that at the moment wasn't reflecting anything as the connecting mirror was covered by another locket. She pushed her locket's open form against the lock of the box and the top sprang open, revealing the contents inside.
A locket of hair that had been her mothers, a ring silver and green ring baring the Malfoy's crest, a picture of Harry down on his knee's proposing to Ginny who had a gleeful look on her face, and another picture of Harry, Ginny, and her arriving at one of the newly inherited estates and staring in awe. Along with a couple of very expensive quills and a bottle of invisible ink, there was a picture of a school boy with slick blond hair in Slytherin robes. It was signed in beautiful penmanship and silver ink, 'Draco M.' A very elaborate 'D' and 'M' covering almost one whole corner of the smirking photograph. Putting these two pictures together would find two very different people, but Serena smiled none the less.
Lastly, she pulled out a green and silver diary, the name 'Malfoy' embossed into the cover in beautiful calligraphy.
Serena whispered, "Serena Bethany Malfoy," leaning over the diary protectively, as if this were a deep dark secret and it clicked open. She took one of the beautiful silver pens and dipped it in the invisible ink and began to write:
There was the usual party before the Weasley kids left for Hogwarts. It was much bigger this year as all the grandchildren are going. Boring mostly. I sat down with Faye and Liza near the spit just talking. Liza made prefect, but that was to be expected. Wolf was there.
The ink disappeared after the pen, leaving it as blank as it had been before she started.
He actually had the NERVE to touch MY HAIR. I swear, I wanted to curse him to oblivion, especially when he remarked that girls were so worried about their hair. Fucking ass-
She suddenly stopped.
She felt eyes on her, like she was being watched. She looked around the shadowy branches, eyes narrowed.
And then, Wolf tumbled from the branch above, landing gracefully in front of her on all fours, "Boo-" his voice seductively low.
Serena screamed, but not in fear, in rage. First her hair, and now this.
"Wolf!" Serena scrambled to shove everything into the box. But Wolf's hand snaked out with quick reflexes and snatched Draco's picture.
He howled with laughter, "Lookie here, is this your boyfriend? Looks kinda old for you-"
She snatched it back and shoved it into the box, snapping it shut. Wolf was rolling on the ground with laughter.
Serena felt as if she had been violated, he had actually glimpsed at something more personal than he imagined. Of all the things he had to grab, it had to be her father's picture.
Serena filled with rage, and before he knew what happened, the back of her hand came in contact with his face. He hit the ground, hard. When he looked back her wand was raised right at his throat, glowing a threatening green light.
"Don't you ever- ever- Or I swear, I will kill you," She raged, her voice dangerously low. Her face was contorted with such an anger that all Wolf could do was gape. Her hair was in a tangle, eyes flashing.
Wolf sat there in shock, holding his cheek while Serena seethed at him, actually looking at him, staring him in the eye with rage. She never stared anyone in the eye that long as she was doing now and it was the first time he had really looked her in the eye. They were such a startling crystal gray that seemed to turn stormy with her anger.
"You have such beautiful eyes," Wolf breathed, and immediately regretted it because she looked away, her hair falling in front of her face.
"Get out," her voice had lowered in volume but it was still shaky. He could visibly hear her restraining herself from cursing him with all her might
"Serena, I didn't mean-"
"Get out!" She screamed, her wand turning an even brighter green, and the words cut him. He stood up slowly without a word and went down the trap door, giving her one last look before shutting it quietly. Serena leapt up and slammed the bolt loudly behind him, screaming her rage.
And she couldn't hold back the tears. She hastily wiped them away, desperately willing them to stop, falling on the trapdoor. She shoved the palms of her hands into her eyes, making lights appear behind her eyelids, and still salty water kept leaking out. She tried to breath evenly through her nose, but she soon found that she couldn't get enough air to her lungs and opened her mouth. A loud shuddering gasp escaped and Serena threw her hand over her mouth. The tears slipped out faster, but at least her sobs couldn't give her away.
Down below, Wolfgang stood with his ear to the trap door and heard one solitary sob. He tensed, he hadn't meant to make her upset, but also hearing her sob sent relief flooding through him. She never showed her real emotions, like sorrow and sadness, and it was a relief to know that she had them. She would be okay; what ever she had been holding back she was now letting go. He quietly left the tree house, still pondering about who the 6th year Slytherin in the picture was, and he couldn't help but feel suspicious.
A/N: I'm so sorry it took so long for me to upload it. But here it is, hope you like… and REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!
Just to clear things up: ginny and harry ARENT dead… and serena and wolf are with the Weasley's because they are all going to kings cross the next day.
Harry and Ginny will not have as much of an affect in this story until later on, so I felt it would be a bit pointless to put them in the beginning.
List of the OC's are as follows:
Weasley's
Bill/ Fluer
- Elizabeth, 15; 5th year; [prefect]
Charlie/?
- Theo,13; 3rd year
Fred/Angelina
- Derrick, 16; 6th year
- Erik, 16; 6th year
- Faye, 12; 2nd year
George/Alicia
- Daren, 16; 6th year
- Aaron, 16; 6th year
Ginny/Draco
- Serena, 14; 4th year
Percy/Penelope
- Xandra, 17; 7th year; [head girl]
- Gail, 11; 1st year
Gryffindor 4th Years
girls
Andromeda
Galatea
Tuesday Saturday Friday
Thrusday Sunday Friday
Serena Bethany Malfoy
boys
Caedon
Kittrick
Giancarlo Coetze
Vijay
Orion
Slytherin 4th years
girls
Charcoal
boys
Ashe
Gray Patrick
Hades
Dazyll
Other Characters
Remus Lupin/?
-Wolfgang, 16; 6th year; [prefect]
Less important OC's (FYI)
Jason Quang, 13; 3rd year -Gryffindor
Niko, ?; ? -Gryffindor
Malikye, as of the moment, we know NOTHING about him... except that he wears black, has pasty white skin, has grey eyes, and his voice is familiar... that he stands with an 'air of majesty' O.O does anyone know what im trying to get at here?
I will add to the list as more characters appear in the story. I hope that clears up any confusion.
•lady incognita•
