Authors Babble- I would like to do something that I have never done before now, I would like to dedicate this chapter to the new PINK princess, thanks girlie, you were my 100th reviewer!
o, and they finally figured out what was wrong with me today, I have severe allergies and we are now having to re-do my room because my dad thinks that the carpet that is in there may be moldy which means I aint going to be changing rooms anytime in the near future, which means I wont be to busy to write my story, or update.
Ok, now…
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Lady Cecilia- I warned you about that bouncing didn't I?
Jessie81589- sorry for the short chapters, I think the longest is chapter is the chapter after this one, it takes up 12 pages on my comp and like 20 in my note book, I write big though!
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Grumpy1-yeah, I actually read a story where someone had him playing the guitar, it was cool. LOL, I will tell my friend Ty that because he's the one that I modeled Spike after, looks and all, he's super sweet too.
Ash44- yeah, I thought it was pretty cool, because everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves, or royally screw up, wither way, they deserve the chance.
Taisy098- yeah, Riles is a bitch huh? Just wait till you find out EXACTLY what she did, now that causes some serious friction between two characters, but yeah, a certin thing that Draco don't know how to do kinda creates a huge problem!
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Lucifer Frost- I am going to have them playing versions of other peoples sons, versions that have been made to make since with the story, and I have no idea who Tsunami Bomb is, and I have never heard the song, sorry.
Summary to the sequel:
Six Feet Under: Or Close to It.
Ginny fled to the United States after a painful break up with Draco Malfoy in seventh year. She has lived there for four years, it has also been four years since she was diagnosed with a rare blood decease, but it is curable, problem? Ginny needs seven drops of blood, the same type as hers, to add to the other ingredients. Her chances of finding someone with her blood type? 1,000 to .01, not good. So she goes back to England to spend the last few months she has to live with her family and friends. Will old loves be rekindled?
!WARNING!- very emotional chapter, talks of incest, along with a peek of the Malfoy that nobody except a select few have the privilege of seeing.
Chapter 11-Can't refuse
"But you tried out!" Pansy stormed, her blue eyes flashing with her anger.
"And? You made me! If you care so much about them finding a drummer, you do it." Draco shot at her. Pansy glared at him.
"You're an ass, did you know that? I don't know why I even bother. Just sit around on your lazy arse, Draco. I'm sure if your little pedestal is pulled out from under you, your engagement to Sunday Miller will cushion your fall." Draco's eyes flashed at the mention of his "fiancée."
"Don't you dare bring that into this Parkinson."
"What? Your precious filthy rich whore to goddess like to drag threw the mud? Oh, sorry Malfoy, I forgot that you wanted to grow up, marry a ditzy, cruel, stuck up, bitch and become a death eater too. 'cause you know, I'm more than sure that that is what's expected of you. Both her parents are death eaters, and I heard her talking about joining the ranks. You going to let an old bat order you around? Wow, does your mum know? I bet she would be real impressed , but I suppose when you have a girl like Miller, nobody else matters."
"Leave my mother out of this." Draco said threw gritted teeth, his fists clenched at his sides. She knew she was pushing it, but she knew Draco. An engagement was talked about for them, but than Sunday Miller had come along. Although she was ecstatic not to be the one who was destined to have and put up with the youngest Malfoy for the rest of her life, she felt bad for Draco. He was trapped in a loveless marriage with Sunday. And because her father felt bad on his little princess missing out on the Malfoy fortune, he had promised her that she could marry any one she choose, of course she gladly excepted this, she didn't want to marry Draco, he was her best friend, not her soul mate.
"Draco! You know you want to do this!" Pansy said throwing her arms up in desperation. Draco signed, his shoulders slumped, he racked a hand threw his blonde and blue hair. Any other girl would have swooned at the site he presented, even looking defeated, Draco Malfoy made an impressive figure. But as it was, Pansy didn't flinch. She just didn't feel that way towards him.
"How do you know?" Draco finally asked, he sat on the edge of the massive king sized bed. He looked defeated and venerable. Pansy suddenly felt ashamed that she had dragged Sunday into the conversation, it was a low blow, but she didn't show it.
"Because I know you. The real you. Everyone else sees 'Spawn of the Devil' Draco; or cold, distant, unfeeling Draco. I know the carefree Draco; I know the romantic Draco. I know the little boy Draco that cried himself to sleep every night when he was little; I know the Draco that loves his mother more than anyone else could imagine loving theirs. I know the Draco who has scars on his back and in his mind; I know the Draco that yearns to love, and be loved more than anything. But most of all, I know the Draco that's one of my best friends, The one that used to stick up for me when people picked on me and I was to shy to stand up for myself. The one who cares to much and shows it to little." Pansy now had tears rolling down her cheeks. She had promised herself that she wouldn't cry, well to hell with that promise, she thought.
"I don't want to marry her you know." She could hear the sadness in his voice, it broke her heart all over again. She smiled a sad and weary smile.
"I know, darling, but some things just can't be helped."
He pulled her to him, crushing her in a hug, his face buried in her golden locks. His body shook and convulsed. She rubbed his back, trying to sooth him, or trying to help the unshed tears to the surface, she wasn't sure which. He hadn't cried since his tenth birthday when his only present from his father had been a scar on his hip from a knife. He swore he would never do it again, he would never give another person the satisfaction of seeing him cry, now, he had forgotten how to cry. So she sat there, holding her shaking friend tightly, and saying a prayer to every god she could think of for Draco and Sunday, well mostly for a miracle, preferably it involved a dead Sunday Miller. And that's how Blaise Zambini found his two best friends later, holding each other tightly, fast asleep.
~*xo*~
After locating his two best friends asleep he silently made his way to the library. He understood what most people didn't, that they were only friends. Hell, he himself had fallen asleep in that position many times over the years, clinging to Pansy because she was real, she was always there when you needed her. Sure, she was a Slytherin, she was nasty and had a hate list three miles long, but she was real. If she didn't like you, you knew it, but if you were privileged enough to be her friend, than you had it made. That was what Blaise loved about Pansy, she was so honest that it sometimes hurt, but he also knew that she was like that because she cared.
Despite what she said about Potter, she cared that he kept going up against the most powerful dark wizard of there time, and she wanted the good to win, she needed the good to win. She cared that Ginny Weasily had to be comforted by her friends every night because she woke up screaming. She cared that Draco was destined for a loveless marriage in hell. She cared whether people picked on the Weasily's because they were poor, because in truth, they were far richer than most, in the end, they still had each other. She cared whether or not people picked Granger because she was muggle born, Pansy's own mother had been muggle born.
He knew Pansy was a good person, that she prayed every night for all three of their sins, it didn't matter to who she prayed because she didn't pray to anyone on particular, she just prayed.
Blaise walked threw the library doors, he walked around looking far a place to sit away from every one else, he had some things he needed to think about. He had spotted a snug little table in a shadowed corner away form the main stream people when his eyes fell on a girl with her back to him. She had shiny black hair that reached the middle of her back, she sat perfectly striate as if a metal rod had been placed down the back of her expensive dark blue robes. She turned her head, and looked down her nose at him, a haughty, "I-am-so-much-better-than-you-that-you-shouldn't-be-allowed-to-breath-the-same-air-as-me" look, his mouth went dry with fear. She had very sharp features, not soft and sweet like Jefferson, Ginny, Rivers, or Pansy, but extremely sharp as in hallowed cheeks and a long sharp nose that reminded him of the beak on Fury, Draco's Hawk. Her skin was so pale you would think she was allergic to the sun. she had thin lips that were tinted a blood curdling red, giving her more of the undead vibe than was needed, all she needed were a pair of fangs and she was the stuff nightmares were made of. Her eyes were a chilling blue/white, they were cold and unfeeling, not happy and beautiful like Jefferson's blue eyes. Her eyebrows were tweezed to give her a permanent surprised look. She smiled a slow smile that looked forced and didn't quite extend to her eyes.
"Blaise." She said, acknowledging his presence. She had a long elegant neck that didn't quite look right on her, She was thin and bony. She was known as the Ice Princess of Slytherin. She was tall, taller than most girls, only an inch shorter than Blaise.
"Sunday, Calvin." he nodded to the equally pale boy that was seated across from Sunday Miller. Calvin Miller was Sundays first cousin. He was equally as tall and skinny with the same cold blue eyes and shiny black hair, the only difference being that his only reached his shoulders and was pulled back in a low pony tale at the base of his neck. He was the same height as Blaise, only with out the muscle, actually he was quite feminine looking, his features just as sharp as his cousins.
"Where's Draco?" Sunday asked, still holding the forced smile, looking around Blaise.
"He's…umm….not here. I mean, not here in the library, he is here at the school though." he fumbled for words, he really did not like Sunday Miller. She lifted one quizzical eyebrow, and if he wasn't as uncomfortable as he was he would have found the expression quite humorous.
"O? And where would my darling Fiancée be?" Her voice dripping with sweetness that could kill a hummingbird.
"Around." he said nervously. All of a sudden the library doors swung open admitting two giggling girls. Jefferson spotted Blaise and whispered something in her red headed companion's ear while pointing at the tall dark Slytherin. The red head frowned but nodded. They made their way over to him.
"Hey Zambini." Jefferson said with a huge smile. The two were obviously ignoring both Millers, who eyed the two girls with unhidden hatred.
"Tally, Weasily." he nodded to the two girls.
"Would you give these to Malfoy for me?" Ginny asked sweetly while handing him a folder filled with papers and a note tapped to the front. Blaise laughed nervously, of course they wouldn't know about the engagement, Draco had made it a point that no one knew except family and Pansy, and anyone who told had to deal with his wrath.
"Why don't we…talk over here?" He asked gesturing to a far away table. The two girls gave him a strange look but complied non the less.
"Ok, what's up? I have never seen you nervous." Ginny said once they were out of ear shot of the two Millers. Ginny glanced back at the two glaring cousins and looked at Blaise concerned. Blaise hid a grin, who would have ever thought that Ginny Weasily would be concerned for him?
"Nothing, she just makes me uncomfortable." Well, it was partly true, she did make him uncomfortable, but the whole reason was he was always afraid of offending her and it getting back to Lucius, or worse yet, Voldermort.
"Sunday Miller? Yeah, she's slightly scary. I think that her and her cousin are permanently attached at the hip or something." And it was true, Sunday Miller never went anywhere without Calvin Miller.
"That's nothing," Jefferson said with a shudder, "I went to the kitchen last week for some…water…"
"We have water in the room, Jeff." Ginny cut her off. Jefferson shot Ginny a look that clearly said 'would you like to tell the story, or should I?' Ginny smirked, they always interrupted each other, they both hated it.
"Anyways… I went to get some water and when I came back…it was so gross…they were kissing, and I don't mean 'O you're my absolute favorite family member, here let me kiss you on your cheek' type of kiss, I mean tongue rap sort of kiss."
'Well, well, well. I always knew they were unhealthily close, but I had no idea they were kissing cousins! I need to talk to Pansy!'
~*xo*~
Pansy shifted closer to the warmth, lazily she opened her eyes, only to shut them rather quickly. The light from the window was reflecting off of white/blonde hair. Carefully she opened her eyes again, it wouldn't do to be blinded by Draco's hair. She was lying on her back with Draco beside her, his arm draped over her stomach,. Pansy sighed as she recollected the argument earlier. She wiggled out from under Draco's arm and stretched. He moaned and rolled over, but he was a heavy sleeper and didn't wake.
Pansy quickly found a piece of parchment and a quill, penning a quick note to Draco telling him that she hoped he reconsidered his earlier stand on the band front before slipping down the hall to her own room. She ignored her computer flashing that she had unread mail and made her way to the bathroom. She filled the tub up with hot water and bubble bath. Once the tub was filled to her satisfaction she stripped off her rumpled, slept in clothes and pinned up her hair before slipping into the hot water. She leaned back and let the purplish bubbles that smelled of Vanilla and Lavender engulf her. "I feel bad for any women that wakes up next to Draco an a regular basis." she murmured, remembering the effect that sunlight and his hair had made.
She heard the door to her bedroom open and shut, but dismissed it as it being one of her room mates, well, until someone had enough nerve to knock on the bathroom door.
"I'm in here!" Pansy yelled, annoyed that someone would interrupt her while she was trying to relax
"Pansy?" a muffled male voice asked threw the door, it definitely wasn't ant of her room mates, they were all girls!
"Yeah?" she said, thoroughly confused, the door inched open and in popped Blaise Zambini's head.
"Hey, I really need to talk to you, it's important." he said as he strode in, shutting an locking the door before propping himself up on the counter. Pansy looked down checking to make sure that she was completely covered by the thick bubbles. She really needed to remember to lock that damned door.
"What?"
"Well, I ran into Weasily and Tally today in the Library." He said, looking rather uncomfortable. Pansy raised one perfectly sculpted eyebrow.
"Did you finally ask Jeff out?" she questioned. He glared.
"No, it wasn't social, I was cornered in the library by the Miller Cousins. Well Jeff and Gin came in and they wanted me to give some music and shit to Dray. Well we got to talking and turns out that Jeff caught the Millers attached at the lip in the common room a few nights ago, I mean really attached. She said they were groping each other and shit." Pansy let out a peal of laughter.
"Purrr-fect! Incest? HA! I always knew they were a little to close!
"Well? What are we going to do? I mean we cant just let Dray marry the bitch now that we know she isn't being faithful!" pansy rolled her eyes.
"Neither is Drake!"
"Yeah, but he isn't making out with his cousin, is he?" .
"For your sake, Zambini I would hope not, you're his only cousin at Hogwarts."
"Your not funny, you know what I meant! What are we going to do?"
Pansy gave him the smirk that let everyone know exactly why she had been put in Slytherin, it was the smirk that meant she was out on the hunt to destroy someone's life, and this time it was Sunday Miller, she was going to rip that damned pedestal out from under the stupid whore! One of the gods had finally answered her prayers!