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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.

Chapter List
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There's a bit of an adult moment between two characters in this chapter. Nothing explicit though(that I am aware of).
Review Responses:
Anon: Neville is sooo cute. More people should have been nice to him. As for Craig... Yeah, he's a creep! *shudders*
DinaTheCat: Hi! Thanks for sticking it through and reviewing! I know a lot of people have dropped it because of what it has turned into. But sometimes that can't be helped. I do feel bad, even IF I am enjoying it!
Starr: You mean Blake? It's a nice guess, and I won't say that I hadn't thought of it, but I'll say no. But you're close, I can say this because it will be revealed soon enough.

Chapter 65-
"What were you thinking kissing a mudblood in public?!" Draco's father spat at him, shaking his walking cane in anger. "I had to pay a dear price for it to have not been plastered on the front page of the Prophet!"
Draco eyed the cane with wide eyes, but he was at a safe distance from being hit with it. He had made sure he had a good ten feet between his father and him. While Father never beat him, he did receive a good thump here and there as a reminder to behave. Those thunks were enough to send a solid message, but Draco didn't want to feel what it'd be like with full force.
"She's not a muggleborn, Father." Draco corrected him, purposely using the alternative word to the one his Father had used. "She's a half-blood."
"Her parents are muggles."
"Only one is."
"I don't bloody care what she is at this point!" Father's eyes raged with anger. "If she's not a Pureblood, you are forbidden any public affectionate relationship with her!"
"Draco..." Mother's voice spoke up gently. She had been standing at the side of Father's office, observing quietly. "We can't have a scoundrel right now..."
"Scoundrel?! For kissing a half blood on the cheek?!"
"Rumors will start, son." Mother said gently.
"Such things we can not afford right now!" Father pointed his cane threatening at Draco.
"If you wish for this family's safety, you must do as you've always done and trust your father's decisions. He's a very wise man, and knows what's good for us."
"What's that?" Draco demanded. "Marry Pansy?! That's what you've decided, haven't you?!" Draco's eyes filled with tears. "You don't care a bit about my future, Father! That girl..." Draco shuddered. "You don't know a thing about her!" He stalked off, unable to look at his father for another moment.
"Get back here, Draco!" Father ordered.
"It's my bloody life! Not yours!" Draco shouted at he stomped up a case of stairs. "Mine! And I'll choose my wife. Not you!"
The floor he entered was his very own, given to him at the age of six. It had several rooms, including three bathrooms that could put the Hogwarts' bathrooms to shame, five bedrooms for sleep overs, and two dens, one of which had been made into an entertainment room.
Frustrated, Draco grabbed a handful of darts and threw them at the large dartboard across the room. Every one of them missed their target.
"Hey! Watch your aim!" A portrait of one of his late cousins shouted at him. Anastasia Peddleton was his Father's forth paternal cousin. She had died when she was only nineteen during her delivery of her third child. Her husband had been overly eager to get his heir, and he had finally gotten it- at her expense. Draco had taken an interest in the portrait after learning the tragic story from his Mother. Anastasia had been very forgiving of her husband, even though Draco thought the man should had rotted in Hell for caring so little of his wife. Draco had learned to cherish the portrait, and Mother allowed him to have it in his entertainment room.
"I will treat my wife with more respect." He had promised Anastasia one day when he was just nine years old.
"You are such a lovely boy." She had replied tearfully, touched by his passion. "You will make a woman very happy one day."
"Sorry." Draco muttered to his cousin's portrait and took his wand out to remove the dart stuck in the woman's long flowing blue dress.
"You look upset." She inquired softly.
"It's nothing." Draco held his bitter tone and this time made an effort to connect his dart to the target. He hit the bullseye, which usually would make him smirk with arrogance at his talent, but not today. He was too angry.
"You're not usually this angry..."
"My future is on a tight line..." He heaved a sigh and called on Dobby.
"Y-young M-aster calls for Dobby, s-sir?" the elf quivered.
"Get me a snack. I want a sandwich." He always felt better after a meal. Dobby disappeared quickly to complete the order.
"You know, the better you treat those House Elves, the better they usually tend to be."
Draco scoffed. "Dobby's useless. Father got him half off, and he's living proof that you get what you pay for. Wish Father would let me use Vamp. He's much more worthy of my command, but Vamp is Father's personal house elf."
Dobby returned, the serving tray rattling in his arms as he approached the young Malfoy.
"Be off, you useless creature!" Draco snarled and picked up one of the sandwich halves to eat.
Anastasia shook her head disapprovingly. "He believes only what you tell him."
"And he's useless."
"How does your sandwich taste?" She asked, noticing that he was on the second half already.
Draco shrugged. "It's not too bad."
"Then wouldn't you say that Dobby's work is 'not too bad'?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Just be quiet." He said, having nothing else to say to her logic.
* / *
"He what?!"
Daphne Greengrass nodded solemnly to her best friend. "He kissed the mudblood." she shuddered. "I saw it with my own eyes. It was just on the cheek, but still... Eew... "
Pansy sunk onto her bed in absolutely shock. "I can't... believe it." She whispered.
Daphne sat next to Pansy and placed an arm around her. "She tricked him. Probably slipped him something in his drink."
Pansy nodded, but, in truth, she doubted it. Draco hardly had been paying her any attention since that filthy, boy stealing, mudblood had started seducing him. Still, she couldn't believe that her Draco had fallen for it.
"It'll be okay." Daphne tapped her back. "We'll think of something."
"It doesn't matter at all what he does with her. He's mine."
Daphne let out a laugh. "My father asked if I was interested in Draco."
Pansy's eyes widened. "Why would he ask you that?!"
Daphne scoffed. "Father said Mr. Malfoy inquired him about it."
Pansy crossed her arms, glaring at the girl. "And what did you tell him...?"
"Seriously?" She rolled her eyes. "You know I like Blaise! Anyway, I told Father 'Eew! No! Eew eew!' Father approved of my response. I don't think he wants his daughters marrying future Death Eaters. We all know how The Malfoys are."
"Draco is not going to be a Death Eater." Pansy told her pointedly. "He'll stay out of that mess. I don't need him going to Askaban and leaving me alone with all the kids." Pansy chewed on her lip for a few moments before grinning. Quite evilly at that. "Then again... I'd likely gain full control of his inheritance at that point."
Daphne shook her head and sighed. "Marrying for wealth is never a good idea, Pansy."
"Well, Draco's a good looking boy, but the Malfoy fortune is a huge one. I'd be the richest witch in the area! Think of the dresses and jewelry I could buy." Pansy's eyes shined hungrily.
"Yeah," Daphne thought about it. "It would be lovely to have an endless supply of Galleons."
"I've got to think of something to get him to stop looking at the mudblood."
Daphne jumped up from the bed, smiling wide. "I got it!" She shrieked.
Her friend's sudden movement had made Pansy jump, but she forgot about it, eager to hear what Daphne had to say. "What?!"
"We'll need a little help though..." Daphne tapped her chin in thought. "Do you think Edison will help you with a little... something?"
Pansy shrugged. "Daddy will make my brother do anything if it benefits me."
"Send him an owl!" Daphne said excitedly, rushing to Pansy's desk and pulling out things to write with. "You'll absolutely love this!"
Four days later, Edison Parkinson apparated to his childhood home. He sighed and clenched his jaw, ringing the doorbell. The house keeper, a nice looking Irish woman greeted him in her language to which he didn't understand a word of. The Parkinsons got a house keeper as often as people changed their clothes, so Edison had never met this woman. He also spent as little time as he could here, although today he really had no choice but to come. His father had threatened to write him out of the will. Something that was always threatened to get Edison to do something he didn't want to.
But... Edison also liked money and thought it was rightfully his, being his Father's heir. So he had no choice in the matter. And if it didn't go to him, it'd go to his pampered, spoiled, dunderheaded little sister. He could not have that.
"Dad?" He called out into the large three story mansion.
"Coming, coming!" He could faintly make out his father's voice from the floor above him, and, a second later, his father appeared right before him after a simple cast of apparation. "I'm glad I could be so persuasive to you." His father smirked.
"Yes, well... here it is." Edison held out the requested item. "My sister should be happy now." He grumbled.
"Her happiness is what matters, son."
But, of course! Edison thought bitterly to himself. The precious flower of his father's late wife couldn't live unhappily. The world would stop turning! The nerve of that happening!
Dad pocketed the items and gave him a quick hug. "I wish you'd come by more often."
Edison gave him a bogus smile. "Why, Father, all you have to do is dangle 500,000 Galleons over my bloody head. You know that."
"The God of Sarcasm." Father chuckled and slapped Edison on the back. He summoned up a pouch of coins. "Thank you, Edison. You are free to go..." he paused, gesturing toward the dining area. "Unless you'd like to spend brunch with us?"
Edison snatched his payment and tucked it into his shirt. "I'll pass, thank you, Dad." he said as politely as he could and disapparated right there on the spot.
"Back already?" His halfblood wife asked.
"Told you I'd be quick." He tossed her his 'earnings'. "Sonny could use a new broom, wouldn't you think?"
* / *
"Ah, Clarance, it's a surprise to see that you have accepted my invitation." Lucius tilted his head in a greeting.
Clarance returned the gesture. "My daughter was persistent." He set a hand on the young Parkinson girl who moved forward as if she had been prompted. "Good evening, Mr. Malfoy." She curtsied, flashing him a dazzling smile.
"Miss Parkinson." Lucius noted. "I assume that the gift is for Draco?" He asked, speaking about the gift box that had been tucked under her arm.
"Oh, yes, sir." She said sweetly. "And just where is Draco?" Her eyes darted around excitedly in an effort to spot him.
"He is entertaining his guests on his floor. Vamp."
A house elf in a blue pillow case with ears shorter than the average elf, bowed deeply. "Master requests of Vamp?"
"Take Miss Parkinson to Draco's party."
"Right this way, Miss." Vamp didn't offer a hand for her to hold. Purebloods touched a house elf as little as possible.
"Thank you so very much, Mr. Malfoy." Pansy told the tall blond man, her sweetness still present.
"You raised the girl well, Clarence." Lucius commented approvingly.
Pansy found Draco playing pool with Blaise in his entertainment room.
"Chick alert." Blaise said, effortlessly sinking four striped balls into three pockets.
Draco eyed the gift in Pansy's hands. "I didn't say to bring a gift." He told her. "It's a Christmas party, not a birthday."
Blaise chuckled and shook his head. "Just take it, Malfoy. It's a gift. Maybe it's an apple."
Draco sent Blaise a glare, making him laugh more, fouling up his move. "Ah, hell." Blaise grumbled, smacking the pool stick against the edge of the table.
Draco smirked. "Thanks for that, Zabini. You just handed me an easy 50 Galleons."
"I was distracted. Rematch."
Pansy cleared her throat, silently smiling and held out the gift box.
Draco looked at her suspiciously before sighing and walking to her. Pansy's heart leaped with excitement as she felt his long fingers touch hers to take the package from her.
"Erm... Thanks." Draco said awkwardly.
"Well, open it up, Drakey." She cooed and then sent Blaise a dark look who had snorted in amusement at her nickname for Draco.
Draco set it onto the pool table, messing up the rest of his and Blaise's game, making the latter shriek out. "Draco!"
"We'll have a rematch in a minute." Draco muttered. He pulled at the strand of a ribbon. "It better not be a pair of puppy slippers." He said, holding up the very girly colored purple ribbon that he had removed from the box.
"It's nothing like that, Draco." Pansy purred, walking towards him, setting a hand onto his arm, and walked her fingers up it.
Draco cleared his throat and brushed her hand away. Pansy's hands wandered to the bottom of his shirt and pulled it from his slacks.
"Parkinson!" Draco snapped, grabbing at her wrists.
"Dang, Pansy, why can't ya do that to me?" Blaise bent over the table, watching the show with interest. "Draco's not interested, but I wouldn't mind a little action." He raised his eyebrows suggestively.
"Get lost, Zabini!" She snapped, pulling out her wand. "Unless you want to get stung by a bee?" She asked. "Aren't you deathly allergic to the sting of a bee?"
Blaise rolled his eyes. "Not fair." He drawled, tossing the pool stick onto the pool table. He spat his tongue out at the girl and left the room.
Pansy replaced her wand and gave Draco a slight pouting face. "You haven't opened my prezzie."
"I'll open it, but you have to keep your hands to yourself."
Pansy's pout got bigger, but she nodded sadly. "Okay..." she tucked her hands behind her back.
Draco quickly removed the wrapping and opened the box, a puff of pink dust exploded out at him, making him sputter and cough for air.
"What's wrong, Drakey?" Pansy asked, voicing a fake concern for him.
"I-" he paused, looking at her oddly. "...feel strange..."
"Do you feel-" she pressed herself against his body. "-hungry?"
Draco narrowed his eyes down at her. He grunted lowly as Pansy inched her hands under his shirt, grazing her fingers across his smooth, luscious skin. Pansy frowned, watching his eyes shut. He was trying to fight off the spell. She couldn't have that. She gently bit one of his nipples through his shirt to distract him from it.
Draco's eyes shot open, crying out, more from shock than in pain.. "What are you doing?!"
"I want to make you feel good..." she said, purposely sounding hurt. "Don't you want to make me feel good too, Draco?" She guided his hands to her buttocks, making sure her dress was not in the way so he was feeling her nude cheeks.
Draco's breathing picked up. "Bloody... hell!" He gasped, gripping her ass, thrusting against her with a sudden need.
Pansy felt his 'growing' need against her thigh, exciting her even more. She smiled triumphantly. Draco was hers. "How about you lock the door." She whispered into his ear, licking it.
"Lock it." Draco growled, a command that locked the door without the need of a wand. He massaged his hands against Pansy ass, making her whimper.
"Touch me, Draco!" She pleaded breathlessly, before sucking on his neck. Her hand skillfully unbuttoned his slacks and slipped into them. Draco moaned as she firmly gripped his member.
"Wh-Where?" He asked, panting at her hand's movement.
"Anywhere you want, silly." She giggled. "I'm all yours."

A/N: Who is loathing Pansy right now...?
Oh, and I updated the warnings and pairing- listed on the first chapter of this story. Take a look, so you don't chew me out later from getting mad! Mainly just lists pairings that will happen later. *cough* Snape/OC
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