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Dahlia's Magic	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 8802 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Jk Rowling, I do not make any profit in writing this story what so ever, I am just having some fun.

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A/N: Sorry it took a while. My sleeping hours were aligning very well, lol.
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Staar: Oh, They were talking about Ron; he's very insensitive when he's younger. Well, when he's older too, heh.

Chapter 44-
"Come on, Harry!" Dudley cheered. "You can do it! Just one more!" Dudley had gotten Harry to try his dumbbells and weights. Dahlia's brother was built like a tank now, looking not much like a cricket player, but of a wrestler. His flab had been replaced by rock hard muscle, and he was very proud of himself for it.
"If someone punches my stomach, it hurts them and not me!" He had bragged ecstatically a week ago. "Derek said that the American football coaches would be all over me if they knew about me." Dudley violently shook his head. "Cricket all the way here. My trainer is worried that I won't be able to manage the position I got, but I haven't let him down yet!"
Harry grunted and dropped the bar he had lifted over his head. "Yeah, this is not my thing, Dud." He admitted through a series of panting. "Thanks though." He grimaced as he stretched his sore arms over his head.
"Hot shower, Harry." Dudley suggested, slapping him on the back. He was four times the size of Harry, and his contact tossed Harry a bit forward.
"Oof!" Harry groaned. "Yeah, I'll do that." He muttered and disappeared up the stairs to the second floor.
"He won't be able to move at all tomorrow." Dudley grinned mischievously.
"What's the point in the hot shower then?" Dahlia asked.
"He wouldn't be able to move for at least three days if he didn't take one." Dudley then giggled joyously before venturing off to the kitchen for a snack.
Dahlia sat down on the sofa, grabbing the remote control. She didn't watch much telly anymore, unable to get engrossed into a program only to miss half a season because of school, but at that moment, she was in the mood to relax. A green animated flash on the screen made her stop at that channel. She giggled to herself, watching a cartoon knight fighting off a dragon with a sword. How simple it would be if he only had magic. In reality, unless his sword was enchanted, he'd have no chance against a dragon. Especially a fire breathing one. Apparently, the dragon was holding a fair maiden hostage. For what reason, Dahlia wasn't sure. From what she learned, dragons pretty much destroyed anything that it found a threat. Dahlia couldn't watch anymore. How wrong the cartoons are.
She shut the telly off and curled up in a ball. Muggle life seemed so simple and boring after returning home from Hogwarts. Quiet, yet not at all peaceful for her. It was very strange. No matter how much she tried to relax and enjoy it, she just couldn't. Her mind wandered too much. While there were no pressing matters from what she could tell, her thoughts often went back to the man named Blake. Each vision she had of him had confused her greatly, and she could never make sense of them. And because the man was so frightening, she was awfully jumpy when she was alone, afraid he would appear in her life any moment, not knowing exactly when she was going to meet him.
Never, if she could help it.
She hadn't told Harry about Blake. She would when she would find how more about him, and figure out his link to her. For now, she was on her own. She hadn't even told Professor Snape, who had encouraged her that she could contact him anytime if she needed someone to talk to. Dahlia wouldn't bother him if she didn't have to though.
A knock on the living room door made her jump. Dudley, who usually was the first to answer the door, hadn't made way for it, with his eager exclaiming of "I got it!", so Dahlia thought that he may have went upstairs to his room. Mum and Dad were gone, and that left Dahlia to answer the door. She heaved out a sigh, not quite in the mood to entertain.
She groaned inwardly, standing in the doorway. Craig had grown a bit taller since Christmas, but he was still the arrogant, rich kid, who thought he could have everything he wanted because of his family's money.
"My!" He gasped out, admiring her with his dark blue eyes. "You just get prettier and prettier everyday!" His eyes wandered down her body, stopping at her chest. What on Earth was he staring at?
Dahlia scowled and crossed her arms. "Yes?" She asked bitterly.
He put his hands behind his back and smiled. "You're filling out quite nicely too."
"Huh?"
"Oh, stop acting so naive, darling." He purred. "The way your dress shapes out your... sudden growth... I doubt you have not noticed." He leaned closer to her, their faces only inches from each other. "You are blossoming into a fine woman."
Dahlia stepped back from him, completely repulsed. "I think I hear my brother calling!" She shut the door in his face, breathing hard in fury.
He just... He just...
She could not think straight. Dahlia ran up to her room, creating a huge commotion. She stood in front of her body sized mirror and groaned. Craig was right. She was 'filling' out. How had she not noticed? She cupped herself and adjusted them around, studying them. They weren't really big, but they were noticeable. At least noticeable to a boy who would pay attention.
"Hmm..." She decided they weren't so bad. She should have a talk with her mother though. She wasn't sure if she needed a bra yet or not.
"My eyes!" Dudley shrieked suddenly. Dahlia yelped and dropped her hands. "You should close the door if you're going to touch yourself!" He hissed and ran out.
"What happened?" Harry asked from his room, after hearing Dudley's bedroom door slam.
"Nothing!" Dahlia called out in embarrassment, her face red and hot. Would life be easier if she had a sister instead?
Probably not...
* / *
"Mother, please!" Draco begged, his hands clasped around hers in desperation. "I don't want to marry the Parkinson girl!"
"She's an excellent girl, Draco." Mother commented.
"She's horridly ugly!" Draco spat with a disgusted look.
Mother nodded agreement. "She didn't get her looks from her father, that is for sure."
"It's not just her looks! She's... thick! And weak! Mother, I'd literally have to do everything for her. I would bet she couldn't even order around a house elf properly. She's much too needy for my taste. I want a girl who can somewhat take care of herself, one that I wouldn't have to worry about every second of my life- you must understand what I mean?!"
Mother frowned slightly and Draco scowled, knowing that he had no hope of getting a proper wife. "Honey, a pureblood girl that is like that is one in a million. Most have been pampered since birth, taught only one thing; Marry a pureblood man and serve him."
"I'm not my father!" He muttered, stalking off.
"Oh, Draco!" Mother called after him, a hurtful tone to her voice.
"Save it!" Draco barked and rounded the corner, entering the foyer that would lead outside. He slumped onto the front stoop, his chin in his hands. I'm going to end up with Pansy... he thought gloomy. Pansy Parkinson, who was so fricken clingy it made him want to hurl.
It should be his decision! It was his future and life after all!
He then shuddered at the thought of having to create babies with that girl. "Merlin, help me!" He grumbled.
* / *
"Sit down, Lucius." Clarance Parkinson gestured him to an arm chair. "How's the Ministry treating you?"
Lucius sneered pleasantly. "Clarance, there is no need to create pointless small speech, we both know why I am here."
Clarence nodded. "My daughter, she adores your son. We ask that you accept our offer."
Lucius toyed with his wand, eyes set upon it. "How much?"
"Pardon? Much?"
"Galleons, you thick head!"
"You want to buy my daughter's hand?"
Lucius scoffed. "You are a mindless one, aren't you? Raised by your useless halfblood sister who has taught you nothing! And you think your daughter is good enough for my son? You don't even know that you're supposed to offer me Galleons!"
Clarence narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Wait just a moment- You want me to pay you to take my daughter?!"
"Ah, you have finally caught on." Lucius jeered.
"That's ludicrous! I get nothing from this!"
Lucius lifted an eyebrow. "The reassurance that your precious flower is taken care of for the rest of her life is not suffice enough?"
"And she will bare your name heirs- a fair exchange indeed!" Clarence stood up, his face red. "Forget it, Lucius! If I get nothing in return, then my daughter can marry a different name!"
Lucius hummed amusingly. "Yes, I thought you would try making this my fault." He rose from his place stiffly.
"At least I know where your wealth came from!" Clarence spat.
"You will not find a better name, Clarence, and you will regret this day, my friend. That is a solid promise." Lucius shrugged. "Her nose was too flat anyway." He then flooed home, just dodging the hex shot at him. He chuckled. Visiting Clarence was always an entertaining event.
"Well?" Narcissa prompted as soon as he stepped out of the floo.
"I've narrowed it down to two." He announced.
"Not on Parkinson?" Narcissa asked, her eyebrows creased in worry.
"I thought you favoured the girl?" He questioned. "You did request that I consider her."
"That was before I realized that Draco loathes her." She said quietly. "They had gotten along so well when they were younger, but I guess things change. It appears that my son is also a bit shallow when it comes to looks."
"I see." Lucius drawled in thought. Perhaps he should have talked to Draco first about it, but the boy pretty much had been okay with everything Lucius had done for him up until now, agreeing with all the choices Lucius had made for him. "Did he at all mention a name?"
Narcissa shook her head. "Maybe Draco should be the one to decide..." his wife suggested slowly. He could tell by the troubled look she gave him that she knew who Draco would choose if there were no restrictions. And Lucius knew it too.
"I've know for a while now that he fancies a mudblood." Narcissa hastily looked away from him, too shameful to had considered such a thing. Both of their parents had taught them early on that it was a sinful act to do anything with a mudblood- unless it was to humiliate them.
"Draco will learn to love his betrothal just as I loved mine." Lucius had been lucky when he was younger; falling in love with the woman who had been given to him. He'd wished the same for his own son. He took his wife into his arms, hugging her. "We can not allow it, Narci." He whispered against her neck. "The Dark Lord will return, and if we want any chance of survival, we must continue on the blood purity."
Narcissa's eyes filled with tears as she rested her head onto his shoulder. She nodded in understanding.
"Times will change." Lucius promised, rubbing her back to comfort her. "They have no choice but to. We must all be patient, though."
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