The Shenanigans of the Misdirected Owl

Chapter Two: Fake Smiles, and Venomous Reptiles

Marigold arose from her slumber as she wiped her groggy eyes. Her room felt cold and unfamiliar with all of its belongings packed in her trunk. She looked at the window that permitted the sunlight to shine through with its golden rays. Marigold smiled lightly because she knew that today was the day. Today, she would get to see George.

That single thought seemed like enough to boost Marigold's energy and have her bouncing with excitement. The young lass rushed through her room in a mad dash of exhilaration and anticipation. There was not any wand or amount of magic that could keep her away from the Weasley's or for that matter kill her excitement. As the young woman prepared for the journey that she would endeavor upon, her stoic mother entered her room with a quill pad following close behind.

"Check the progress with the elves and centaurs. Dolores will have some information on the centaurs I am sure, and pick up rings for the induction ceremony." The elder of the two women spoke aloud to the quill which quickly absorbed each and every word.

In her fit of excitement Marigold almost forgot to give her mother her usual salutation. "Mother." Marigold acknowledged the woman's existence as she quickly returned to her previous activity.

"Darling, may I have a quick word?" Evangeline asked her daughter as she continued to read the owl mail she was delivered this morning not lifting her eyes.

Marigold sighed an inaudible sigh and continued to apply her light accents of make-up and just nodded. After waiting what seemed an eternity of silence, Evangeline spoke.

"I understand that you will be attending the Quidditch World Cup with the Weasleys. I just wanted to tell you that you need to be careful. Oh, and I have one more thing."

Marigold just waited until her mother decided to continue her lecture of sorts. The young lass knew that her mother dearest was easily distracted when work came home with her and so she waited patiently. The woman continued reading the letter and smiled lightly never allowing the emotion to touch her eyes.

"Do not forget that I have the Gala during the winter, and as you know you must bring a suitable date to it. Now, usually I allow you to pick your date, but seeing that your last two dates ended up in spilled punch and crashing chandeliers I had picked out your date."

Marigold chuckled at first remembering the various shenanigans her date would get her into. Of course by date she meant George, but he always had a way of turning even the most boring of galas into an adventure. Then, Marigold realized what her mother had just told her. Her mother picked her date. The young lass's eyes grew into horror as she realized that she would be stuck with a stick in the mud date.

Marigold opened her mouth to protest, but her mother raised her hand as if expecting the teen's opinions on her decision.

"I will not change my mind on this matter and you will go with Draco Malfoy. You see, Lucius is an important asset to the business we are going to invest in so, we need his favor. I trust that you will satisfy his child to win this favor. Now, that is all I really must go because you see I have business to attend to."

Evangeline left the room not even allowing her daughter protest. Marigold's cheerful mood was now diminished as she shuddered at the thought of Draco's slimy arm snaking around her waist.

"Thanks a lot Evangeline." Marigold said under her breath slamming the top of her trunk.

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He watched as she gently stroked his twin's face. There was nothing George could do to stop them he was chained to a chair bound by magic and his mouth was sealed shut.

Fred looked at her with something different in his eyes, there was not a warm brotherly look in his eyes, but a look of aggression and lust. He grabbed her forcefully and set a fiery kiss on her lips. She giggled lightly as he placed light kisses on the rest of her body.

"You are my ideal man." She sighed into his ear as he kissed her collar bone, and twisted her hair in his hand. He smiled on her skin and looked at her face to face.

"Are you sure? I thought you though Georgie was better." He said playfully returning back to previous activities he was once performing.

"George could NEVER match up to you. I love you Freddie." She said as she held his head in her hands. He kissed with force and passion slowly backing her up against the wall. Then they proceeded to participate in less than appropriate activities.

George shot out of his bed in a cold sweat and panting. He wiped the beads that covered his face, and could see the sun streaming out of the window. Fred was already out of his bed, and with the thought of Marigold and Fred George could barely stand.

The lad dashed down the stairs to retrieve water and that is when he encountered his mother.

"Good morning love!" Mrs. Weasley hummed as she turned back to manage the cooking that was underway.

"Morning." The lad said solemnly as he grabbed a glass of water.

"Freddie was right! You don't look too well at all. What's wrong love?" Mollie queried concerned about her poor son.

"Nothing mum. Just having a little nightmare. I'm fine."

Mollie nodded not wanting to press the subject further, but she would get her answer. Mollie Weasley had eyes and ears all over the burrow.

George made his way to the den to grab a seat when he suddenly was cast on the burrow floor. The most unusual thing about the whole ordeal was there seemed to be another body atop his.

"Bullocks!" The voice screamed shooting off the lad, and shoving him to his feet.

"Sorry about that Georgie."

He recognized that voice almost instantly and felt the knife slowly pierce his heart. George looked down as he had his eyes meet hers. Those sparkling green orbs looking back at him with warmness. George did his best to return the smile even if he felt like someone was vacuuming out his insides.

That's when she realized it. That was his fake smile.