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Some Blond Fool
By : AndreaLorraine
Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione
Views: 46885 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
Author’s Note: Eek, been a couple of weeks! Damn this busy semester. Read, enjoy, and remember that reviews feed the
muse. ^_~October 1
“You’re sure he won’t want to kill
us for this?” Harry asked, gesturing at Titania. The dog looked fine but there was no
mistaking that she had recently given birth; her teats were pronounced and heavy
with milk.“For heaven’s sake, Harry, we didn’t
get his dog knocked up. She was already
pregnant when I borrowed her. It was
probably Oberon,” Ginny sighed, exasperated.“Ah, the sly cad,” Harry smirked.
“Indeed.” She shook her head. “This will work, Harry. It’s impossible to stay angry at a person
with a puppy.”So that was how Harry found himself
at Lucius Malfoy’s door,
Titania’s leash in one hand and a squirmy grey puppy cradled securely in the
other. He let the loop of Titania’s
leash slide down his wrist and grasped the puppy beneath its front legs with
both hands. When Lucius
opened the door, he held the little bundle up.
With only a very slight cringe, he said,“I’m sorry?”
Malfoy
blinked, pale eyes darting from the puppy to Titania
to Harry. Then he burst out
laughing. In fact, he laughed so hard
that he doubled over. That wasn’t the
reaction Harry had expected, but he was more than happy to go with it.“Ah,” Lucius
said, clutching his side, “did Miss Weasley put you up
to this?”“Yes,” Harry said grudgingly.
“She thinks I can be plied with
puppies,” Lucius snorted, wiping tears from his
eyes. “Oh. Apology accepted. That was easily one of the most entertaining
moments of my life.”“Well, um--” Harry started, but at
that moment Oberon appeared at the end of the hallway and Titania
ran for him, nearly pulling Harry’s arm out of the socket. He only just managed to hand the puppy over
to Lucius before the dog hauled him into the
apartment. Lucius
had to press himself against the door and lift the puppy over Harry’s head as
they went by.Harry had no idea that Titania was so strong.
Lucius was laughing again and this time Harry
joined in. Watching the two dogs circle
one another with frantically wagging tails was inciting a distinct warm and
fuzzy feeling. They would, of course,
not speak of this to anyoneLucius
closed the door and put the puppy down on the ground. It ran for its mum and dad, little paws
scrabbling clumsily on the floor.“Is that the only one?” he asked.
“No.
There are six more.”Lucius
crossed his arms over his chest and gave his dogs an appraising look. “This is why I was wary of having a male and
a female. Draco
said Titania was fixed…”“Apparently not,” Harry replied.
“Ah well,” the blond shrugged, “at
least they are not related. The puppies
should be healthy.”“Yes, Titania
and Auntie Ginny have been taking very good care of them.”Lucius
collapsed into an armchair. “Listen to
us, Potter. The big
bad Death Eater and the savior of the wizarding world
mooning over puppies.”Harry tilted his head. “I don’t see any Death Eaters here.”
Lucius
arched an eyebrow. “Now you’re just
kissing my arse.”“No.
I mean it. You’re, um,
different…and…stuff,” Harry mumbled.Malfoy
rolled his eyes, but let it pass without comment. For a few minutes they just watched the three
dogs. Oberon and Titania
had curled up together, and the as-yet-unnamed puppy was happily suckling away
at its mum’s side.“So I read that you got your wand
back,” Harry said at last, groping for polite conversation. “It was in the Prophet.”“Scared?” Lucius gave him a
half-hearted smile.“No.” Harry contemplated him curiously.
He had expected that Malfoy would be
deliriously pleased to get his wand back.
Hell, he hadn’t even been sure Malfoy would
still be here. Didn’t he have a mansion
waiting for him? He thought he’d be back
to his old comforts the minute the sliver of wood was in his hand. Instead, he actually seemed a bit…morose at
the mention of it.“Aren’t you happy?” he asked,
frowning.Lucius
shrugged. This perplexed Harry greatly;
it didn’t fit. A terrible thought
occurred to him. Did a person lose magic
if they didn’t use it? A use it or lose
it phenomenon?“You…you can still do magic, right?” he dared to ask.
“Of course.” Lucius made a face
at him. “I used it on you recently, if
you recall.”He did, only too well. There had been nothing lacking about Malfoy’s wandless disarming
spell. “Then what’s the problem?”The other man heaved a sigh. He slouched in the chair and as Harry
observed he seemed to tense up. Then his
leg began to go, restlessly twitching.
Harry could tell that he wanted to say something and was trying very
hard not to. He was half tempted to bark
at the man to spit it out (he’d spent far too much time with Ginny), but was
sure that that was probably the best way to never be privy to what irked
him. Not to mention it would probably
wear out his welcome.“Ugh,” Lucius
growled, slouching further. “It’s ridiculous.”“I’m sure it’s not,” Harry said
neutrally.Lucius
stood up and paced. Back and forth he
went, and it did nothing to calm his agitation.
At last he said in a low voice, “It’s just…how do I know?”“Know what?”
He didn’t face Harry, instead choosing
to look out the window. “How do I know
that I won’t fall into the same trap? Do
the same things?” His hands curled into
fists. “Hurt people?”For a reason Harry didn’t fully
comprehend, goose bumps rose along his skin.
Lucius Malfoy was
afraid to use his wand. He was afraid to
hurt people. He didn’t trust
himself. Sweet Merlin, how far he’d
come! Harry spent a long minute
gathering his thoughts before he responded.“Lucius,
you know because you care enough to be worried about the possibility.”Malfoy
stood at the window for a long time. The
words hung between them. Harry had the
distinct feeling that Lucius would not have voiced
his concern to anyone else; it made for a strange bond.“Do me a favor, Potter.”
“Maybe,” the dark-haired wizard
said.“If I ever get like that again--”
“You won’t.”
“I--”
“You won’t,” Harry repeated firmly.
A silence stretched.
“Right,” Lucius
said, “I won’t. But if I do, just kill
me.”Harry stood up. “I won’t have to. You know why?”
The blond man turned to face him at
last. “Why?”“Because you’re going to have
grandchildren to spoil if Draco and Hermione keep on
as they are. And…” he paused
thoughtfully, “I’m going to make you godfather to one of my children.”“What?” This was as close to floored as he would ever
see the elder Malfoy.
He looked utterly scandalized.
“You’re not serious, Potter.”“You owe me a favor, don’t you?”
“Yes, I suppose, but I hardly
think…”“That’s the favor.”
Lucius
shook his head. “You’re out of your
mind. I’m rubbish at that sort of
thing. You do not want me.”“Yes,” Harry nodded. “I do.
If anything happens to Ginny and I, you’ll be responsible for the
child. Along with whomever we choose as
godmother, of course.”Lucius was
still trying to wrap his head around it.
“You don’t even have any children!” he protested.“I will soon.”
“You mean to say…?”
Harry nodded. “Ginny is pregnant.” He gave a rueful smile. “Guess that mean’s we’ll have to get married
now. It won’t be this child,” he
clarified. “Ron would probably murder me
if he wasn’t made godfather of the first born.
You can have one of the next ones.”“For heaven’s sake, stop talking
about it like it’s a bag of groceries!
Besides, you’ll change your mind by the time you have it.”“No,” Harry smiled, enjoying his
discomfiture, “I don’t think I will.”Lucius
looked half-disgusted and half in awe.
Abruptly, his tolerance was used up and he pointed at the door. “Get out of here before I commit you to St. Mungo’s.”Harry smiled like a loon the entire
way home, and wondered if Malfoy was all that off in
his offer of psychiatric commitment.October 2
“He said what?” Ginny asked, her eyes widening.
“You heard me,” Hermione replied,
smirking. “A twenty-item list of things
that, er, your brother never would have done with
me.”“Anything?”
“Anything.”
Ginny sat back, gobsmacked. “Anything?” she repeated.
Hermione laughed. “That’s what he said and he knows I’ll hold
him to it. The only problem is, I’m having trouble thinking of what I should put on the
list. There are a couple of obvious
things…”“Like what?”
“Well, Ron never would have taken me
to the opera or to a play or to the symphony.”“True enough. That’s three, right there.”
“He also refused to go dancing with
me.”“Draco Malfoy dances?”
“I don’t know,” Hermione
giggled. “But he’ll have to now.”“Are you talking about ballroom
dancing or out at the club dancing?”“Swing dancing would be fun, don’t
you think?”Ginny looked perplexed. “What is swing dancing?”
“It’s – oh, never mind. I’m probably too heavy.”
“Oh, shut up.”
The brunette blinked, unsure of
Ginny’s tone. “What is it, Gin?”The youngest Weasley
smiled wryly. “Harry knocked me up, so
if anyone is going to be heavy in the
near future, it’s me.”Hermione nearly spit out her
water. As it was, she coughed and
sputtered as half the beverage went down the wrong pipe. “What?” she said weakly. “You’re pregnant?”Ginny nodded. “About 8 weeks. Must have been all that
post-Puddlemere contract shagging.”“Oh, goodness. Have you told anyone else yet?”
She shook her head, her red hair
shifting on her shoulders. “You know my
mum will freak and insist we get married yesterday.”Hermione nodded. That was true enough; Molly dropped very
unsubtle hints at least once a week.“We’ll tell soon. Harry just wants time to ‘give me a proper
proposal’, whatever that means.” Ginny
shrugged. “So,
anyhow…back to your list.”“Right. So, going out dancing…that’s four.”
“How about traveling? Malfoy’s got money
coming out of his ears, he ought to be able to take you
somewhere nice.”“That’s a good idea. He’s in school, though,” she frowned. “Might not have time.”
“If he has time to do all these
other things he can take you somewhere.
What’s he in school for?”“A potions
doctorate.”Ginny practically gagged. “I hate to say it, but I think you two might
be perfect for one another. Who gets a potions doctorate?” She shuddered visibly at the thought.“All right, so a trip to somewhere
nice. Where would you go?” she asked.“Fiji. Maybe Thailand…” the redhead’s eyes had
glazed over. Abruptly she snapped back
to herself. “Harry has money, too. Why aren’t I making him take me places?”“I have no idea,” Hermione
responded. “You deserve it.”“Next time he’s on break from quidditch, we’re out of here.”
“Speaking of quidditch,”
Hermione spoke up, and then stopped, realizing that that was the first time she
had ever uttered those words. Ginny laughed at the expression on her face.“Go on, Hermione, dear.”
“Um, speaking of quidditch,
when is Harry’s opener? He said he
wanted me to come see him play.”“It’s this Sunday,” Ginny
answered. “It just so happens
that it’s against your old flame’s team.”“My…old flame? Oh, Viktor.”
“Yes, Viktor.”
“Well, he’s quite good, isn’t
he? They say he’s one of the best
seekers in the world. Along
with Harry, of course.”“Yes, it should be a good match up,”
Ginny smiled. “I’ll owl some tickets and
jerseys to Hogwarts.”“Is…Ron…?”
Ginny nodded. “I will make sure he behaves himself.”
Hermione snorted. “With Viktor Krum in a
hundred mile radius of me? Good
luck.”“You should bring Draco,” Ginny said mischeviously. A rather devious grin played across her lips.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Possibly.”
“Ron would kill.”
“He’s going to find out eventually, Hermione.”
“Yes, but not like that. We really don’t need him being sent to
Azkaban for attempted murder.”“Ah, you’re probably right,” Ginny
smirked. “But he is very entertaining
when he’s enraged over things that are his own fault.” She took a sip of her strawberry milkshake –
which was sure to be the first of many bizarre cravings. “Now let’s focus on this list, you’re only up
to five.”With that, the two women culled out
fourteen more dates that Hermione had always wanted to go on. However, they hit a wall with number twenty;
neither of them could think of anything.“Oh!” Ginny snapped her
fingers. “All of these have been so
tame, Hermione. What about something a
bit more…risqué?”“Like what?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. Do you have any fantasies?”
Hermione’s cheeks colored. “Er,
plenty.”“Don’t we
all.” Copper eyebrows waggled at
her. “Why don’t you use one of your
fantasies for number twenty?”“Um, I…I guess I could…but what if
he…doesn’t want to do it?”“He’s a man. If it involves you touching his bits in any
way, he’ll be just fine with it.”Hermione had to stifle a bark of
laughter. God, she loved Ginny.“Now you’ve got me curious,” her
companion smirked. “What’s this fantasy
that you’re worried Draco won’t want to do?”“I can’t tell you.”
“Of course you can!”
“No, it’s…”
“It’s what?”
“Bad.”
Ginny rolled her eyes. “Unless it involves a copy of ‘Hogwarts, a
History’, I doubt that.”“It doesn’t,”
Hermione retorted, sour.“Fantasies aren’t bad,
Hermione. I’ll tell you one of
mine.” Ginny leaned forward and lowered
her voice slightly. “Harry’s the
Minister of Magic and I’m his naughty secretary.”“It’s nothing like that,” Hermione
mumbled, unfazed by Ginny’s confession.“Come on,” Ginny pouted. “I told you!”
Hermione’s eyes flickered up to her
friend. Ginny wouldn’t judge her,
right? This wasn’t that abnormal. It would be
good to run it by someone like Ginny to make sure it wasn’t completely bizarre…“Ok.
I…um...a…” her voice shrunk to a barely audible whisper, “threesome.”“Oh, good lord, Hermione, that is not bad! Lots of people fantasize about that.” Ginny’s face turned curious for a
moment. “Would you want the third to be
a woman or a man?”“Man,” she murmured, feeling as
though her cheeks were on fire. She
couldn’t look Ginny in the eye.“Mm,” the redhead said. “I won’t lie, I’ve thought about that a few
times, too.”“Really?”
Hermione squeaked.“I don’t think there’s a person out
there who hasn’t.”“Have you ever…”
“Done it? No.” Ginny’s
lips rose in another smile. “Do you have
another secret Slytherin crush, besides Draco? Because I
know you wouldn’t ask Ron to be your third, and I wouldn’t let you have Harry.”“Ugh, no, Harry has never entered my
fantasies even for a second,” Hermione shuddered at the wrongness of it. Harry was her friend, her brother, and could
never be sexual to her.“You didn’t answer my question,”
Ginny said slyly. “Who’s the third
you’re thinking of?”“THAT I will not tell you,” Hermione
returned firmly, regaining some of her confidence. “I’ll leave number twenty blank for now. A…wild card of sorts.”“I hope it turns out wild,” Ginny
snickered.“I never should have told you!”
“Hey, you have your own ammunition,
you know!”They dissolved into giggles, and
with that, Hermione had her list and Draco’s fate had
been cast.October 4
Narcissa
was quickly becoming nervous. She had
never had a daughter, nor wanted one after growing up with two sisters. In spite of that, she wanted to comfort these
girls. They were not her children,
though, and she wasn’t sure any contact would be welcome. She was a babysitter, essentially. The glare that the older one, Renata, continued to level at her confirmed that.She pursed her lips. She would not be stared down by a fourteen
year old. Drawing herself up, Narcissa settled her nerves and contemplated the
girls. She might not be their mother, but she was a mother and
more than capable of dealing with them.“If you girls would like anything,
just tell me.”“You’re English,” the younger one,
Daniela, said.“Yes,” she smiled, unsure if it was
a compliment, an insult, or just an observation.“That explains a lot,” the other
girl, Renata, sniped.Narcissa
resisted the urge to use her own mother’s (psychotic) discipline on the
girl. Instead she settled for
bluntness. “It is not my fault that your
father is injured. Nor is it my fault
that your mother is in danger. I would
thank you to remember that, Renata.”“You don’t understand anything, do
you?” the girl shot back.“I understand a great deal more than
you give me credit for.”Renata
snorted, but settled down. She crossed
her arms over her chest and fumed silently.Narcissa
massaged her temples. The younger one
seemed content to be where she was. Renata, however…Narcissa had a
sneaking suspicion that the girl would try to leave at the earliest chance and
do exactly what her father had warned her against – something stupid.She stood up. “I am not your mother and I understand that
you feel no need to obey me. I have been
entrusted with your care, though, and as such, you will not leave this house
without my consent or your father’s escort.
I am more than adequate at warding.
Do not test me.”Daniela’s eyes had gone wide and
slightly fearful. Renata
looked as sullen as ever. The
intimidation was, perhaps, a little heavy-handed for the younger girl, but
completely necessary for the older one.
She had no doubt that Renata would test her.“You’re not in prison,” Narcissa amended. “I
don’t want you to feel like you are. But
I need to keep you safe.”“You think you can do that?” Renata snorted.
“This is not your territory.”Narcissa
felt her eye twitch. Really, the girl
was not all that different from the way she
had behaved at that age. It was a sour
realization.“You do not know enough about me to
make assumptions about my ‘territory’, Renata. Now, the two of you should go to bed. It is late.
Your father will probably be back in the morning and everything will be
all right.”Surprisingly, Renata
gave in. She gathered Daniela, who was
still staring at Narcissa with wary and awestruck
eyes, and followed her quietly down the hallway to one of the myriad
guestrooms. The two girls settled in the
massive bed together, Daniela cradled against Renata.Narcissa
couldn’t help but check on them a half an hour later as the silence of the
house surrounded her. It had been a
while since she had a child to worry about.
The girls slept peacefully, belying whatever they had been through. Exhaling, she closed the door.She tried to retire to her own bed
after reinforcing the wards. It was no
good. Things were nagging at her. Why had Giacomo
never told her he was a healer? Who were
these people, to whom her fiancé was indebted?
And where the hell was Giacomo? Her Slytherin mind
would not let her be. She was missing
information and that drove her insane.As soon as the girls woke, she would
question them. Daniela
more than Renata, perhaps, if she could separate
them. Renata
wouldn’t give her the information she wanted purely out of spite. The younger girl was still innocent and would
talk freely. She hoped that Giacomo would talk freely, as well, when he finally
returned home. For Merlin’s sake, it was
2:30 in the morning! Where was her fiancé?And so Narcissa
lay there in the dark, mind racing, stomach churning, unable to do anything but
wonder. Patience was a virtue, they
said, but not one she was particularly good at.
Sighing, she realized – this was how it used to feel to wait for Lucius. To know that
he was with the Dark Lord and also to know how capricious the Dark Lord’s moods
were…and how he sought to drive every ounce of humanity out of her husband…that
had always been torture. As was the knowledge that he’d almost succeeded. Words could not express her relief when Lucius had come to his senses.She did not relish being back in
that place, waiting for another man with even less knowledge of what the hell
was going on. In all likelihood it was
nothing; he was just having a late night with his friends. She couldn’t shut off the part of her mind
that knew of the shady underworld of Milan,
though. Things happened in the shadows
of old cities and men made deals in the shadows of their souls. How did she know Giacomo
was any different?At 4 am, she realized that Giacomo was not coming home. At 4:03 am, she cried out of sheer
frustration. At 4:05 am, she lit his
economics magazine on fire and broke his glasses. At 4:07, she downed a Dreamless Sleep
potion. She needed to face tomorrow with
a clear head and the only way to do that was to get a little sleep. So she drifted off, wondering if she would
ever find a man who wasn’t wrapped in a labyrinth of secrets…October 6
Harry
adjusted his robes and wiped sweat from his eyes. He got a whiff of his gloves as he did so;
they were sweaty, and as such, quite fragrant.
For October it was bloody hot.
This was a day better suited to July or August.The
full-to-capacity stadium wasn’t helping.
The sheer enthusiasm of the Puddlemere fans
was enough to generate heat. The game
was deadlocked; Krum’s team, the Sofia Slaughterers, was quite good. Oliver Wood was having the game of his career
tending the goal hoops. The score
currently rested at 180 to 170, in favor of Puddlemere. In another minute it would flip-flop, as it
had been doing all game, and the stalemate would
continue. This game would be made by
whoever caught the snitch.Harry
chanced a look at Krum. He wasn’t far
off, also mopping sweat from his brow with the collar of his robes. When he finished, he looked up and caught
Harry’s eyes. The moment of distraction
would have cost him; that is, it would have cost him if Harry had not gestured
with a quick flick of his hand to indicate that a bludger
was coming. Krum tucked and rolled and
Harry did the same, knowing the bludger would come
after him after missing its original target.
He didn’t know why he helped Krum.
Perhaps it was because he didn’t want to see arguably the world’s best
seeker grievously injured in a match that didn’t really mean much. He knew Viktor; he didn’t want to see him
injured at all.He vaguely
registered that the announcers were commenting on his beneficence. It was his trademark, of course, along with Expelliarmus.
Gunning his broom, Harry guided the bludger
toward his beaters. Once they had
dispatched it in Krum’s direction, Harry pulled up and got his bearings. Where was the bloody snitch? He just wanted to catch it, win this thing,
and propose to Ginny. The ring was
tucked securely in an interior pocket of his robes. By now the box was probably sweaty and
disgusting. Perhaps it would be best if
he just held out the ring itself…Sweet
Hades, it was hot. He couldn’t find the
snitch. Breathing deeply, Harry tuned
his senses. Impatience would only make
him miss things and then he would lose the game. That simply wouldn’t do.Krum
appeared near him, breathing hard. A
bruise was rapidly blooming across his cheek, accompanied by a small
laceration. Noticing Harry’s appraisal,
Viktor spoke.“Your
beaters are not as nice as you.”Harry
chuckled. It was true,
beaters were not paid to play nicely.“So vat is
it, Potter?” Viktor asked.“What do
you mean?” Harry replied, eyes scanning.
The snitch was so hard to spot down near the stands because it blended
in with the crowd. It hadn’t been so bad
at Caerphilly; the stands there were rarely full.“You have
fire in your eyes today. You vant to vin
this match.”“I want to
win every match. Don’t you?”“Is different
today,” the Bulgarian said, ignoring Harry’s casual query.“I’m going
to ask my girlfriend to marry me if we win.”“Ah.” Krum smirked.
“The nice thing to do vould be
for me to let you vin, yes? But how do you know I do not have pretty girl
to propose to, also?”Harry smirked right back at him.
“You’re already married. Hermione
mentioned it to me a while back. She
thought Ron might finally stop hating you because you weren’t a threat
anymore.”Viktor
laughed. “I vas never
a threat. Too many
bludgers to head. Not enough brain cells for Hermione.”“Ron’s the
one who doesn’t have enough brain cells,” Harry muttered. As he spoke, Krum’s eyes flickered. Harry knew without question that the other
man had spotted the snitch. He followed
his glance. There was the little bastard, hovering just above the crowd behind
the Slaughterers’ goal hoops.“Five
seconds, Potter,” Viktor said. “If you
cannot catch it with head start, is your own fault.”Grinning,
Harry sped away.Lucius,
who had been half-dozing, was startled awake by a sudden increase in volume on
the Wireless. He had finally started
listening to it again. Before he had
been so sick of it and had avoided it if at all possible; just another way to
forget about magic. Now there was no
need, and as the majority of the gossip was no longer about him, he didn’t mind catching up with the
wizarding world.The white noise of a crowd in
hysterical ecstasy filled the room. The
broadcaster had to shout to even be heard.“I’M JULES PADDINGTON, REPORTING
LIVE FROM PUDDLEMERE STADIUM. MERE
SECONDS AGO HARRY POTTER CAUGHT THE SNITCH IN A NAILBITER PREMIER VICTORY
AGAINST VIKTOR KRUM’S SIDE, THE SOFIA
SLAUGHTERERS! AS YOU CAN HEAR, THE CROWD
IS GOING INSANE! MANY BELIEVE POTTER
WILL BRING GLORY TO THIS TEAM, THE LIKES OF WHICH THEY HAVEN’T SEEN IN NEARLY
FOUR DECADES!”Lucius
smiled and shook his head. Potter did
tend to trail glory wherever he went, whether it was intentional or not. Realizing that it was nearing the time for
his football match, Lucius stretched and went in
search of his things. He hadn’t gone
last week on account of the sore ribs – one of Harry Potter’s less glorious
moments. Now he felt fit enough.It was hot outside. He’d get good and sweaty, then. The women on the sidelines would be falling
over themselves to try to get his attention.
Poor things; the only muggle that had ever
managed to catch his eye was Emma, and he was still uncertain about her. Perhaps she sensed it or felt the same way
about him, because she hadn’t contacted him in a few days. He wasn’t a neurotic mess about it. Whatever happened,
happened.Merlin’s beard,
when was the last time he’d had that thought?
Had he ever had that
thought? Lucius
stopped mid-motion, shirt halfway on.
No. Never in his life had he been
comfortable enough to just let things play out as they would. It was surprisingly relaxing.He finished getting ready and
drifted back out to the living room.
Jules Paddington was still shouting, relating details of the match. Lucius
half-listened as he put on his trainers and then rummaged in the kitchen for a
water bottle. Maybe he’d need two today…“BREAKING NEWS,
FOLKS! BREAKING NEWS FROM
PUDDLEMERE STADIUM! HARRY POTTER HAS
JUST PROPOSED TO LONGTIME GIRLFRIEND GINEVRA WEASLEY!!!”Lucius
dropped the water bottle on his foot.
Luckily, it didn’t hurt much through the trainers. It seemed that Potter didn’t do anything
half-ass; he would propose to Miss Weasley in the immediate aftermath of an outrageous quidditch triumph.
The redhead would probably love it, too.
Paddington’s delirious shout piped up again a
second later, confirming Lucius’s suspicions.“SHE’S SAID YES! MISS WEASLEY HAS SAID YES! YOU HEARD IT FIRST HERE,
FOLKS, HARRY POTTER AND GINEVRA WEASLEY ARE ENGAGED TO BE MARRIED! WHAT A PROPOSAL! COULD YOU ASK FOR ANYTHING MORE, LADIES?”He evidently handed the microphone
off to a gaggle of women, all of whom screamed incoherently into it. Lucius chuckled and
walked back into the living room to shut off the wireless. Making sure he had his keys, his water, and
his boots, he made his way to the door in the best spirits he’d experienced in
a while.That was how he missed the sputter
of his fireplace. It flared briefly and
coughed out a sheet of parchment. The
parchment floated to the carpeted floor, landing facedown. Nothing and no one followed it as the green
flames died. He wouldn’t notice that
piece of parchment until he emerged from his bedroom the next morning – and by
then, it would already be too late to stop the chain of events that had begun.- You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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