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Draco and Ginny
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Ginny
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Adult +
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7
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Act I Scene II
Act I Scene II
“But Malfoy has to keep the peace just as much as I and it’s not too hard when you’re old to not fight as recklessly,” said Arthur Weasley.
“You both have honorable reputation and it’s ashamed you have been at each other’s throats for so often. But anyway, what do you think of my offer?” asked Oliver Wood anxiously.
“I’ll repeat what I’ve said before. Ginny is but still a young girl and is not yet fourteen! Let her age a few more years before she marries,” Arthur said.
“Much younger girls have been mothers, you know,” Oliver said.
“And it is much too soon!” Arthur said with frustration. “Give her time, Oliver. Win her heart for my consent on her marriage depends on her choice. She is my only daughter, and I love her dearly. Tonight I’m having a rather large party and you are invited! Many girls shall be there but Ginny shall be the best of them all. Follow me.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Take this list, servant, and give everyone an invitation to the party,” Arthur said. The servant took the list and bowed, but looked nervous as Arthur swept out of the hall, Oliver at his side. He fiddled nervously with the paper, his eyes darting about, staring at the strange shapes that were the letters on the page. From the other side of the room Draco and Theodore enter.
“Just let me help you out, Draco! Honestly, just moaning on about it won’t help,” Theodore nagged.
“Your plantain leaf is excellent for that, you know,” Draco said casually.
“For what?” Theodore asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
“For your bruised shin!” Draco said as he swiftly kicked Theodore in the shin and ran across the room.
“Why are you pissed off?” Theodore asked, rubbing his shin.
“I’m not pissed off, just tormented by my love,” Draco said, turning away from Theodore. As he did, he bumped into Mr. Weasley’s servant. “Good evening,” he said to the servant, who bowed deeply in his presence.
“I ask sir, can you read?” asked the servant. Draco sighed.
“Yes, I can. Sadly.”
“Can you read anything you see?”
“As long as I know the language.”
“Ah, I see. Good day, sir,” the servant said sadly.
“Stay, stay, I can read,” Draco said, taking the letter and reading outloud:
Mister Patil and his wife and daughters
Dean Thomas and his lovely sisters
Lady widow Abercrombie
Blaise and a friend
My Uncle Weasley and his wife and daughters
Fair Pansy Parkinson
Harry Potter
Mister Diggory and wife
Mister Bagman and wife and daughters
“Quite the crowd. Where should they go?” asked Draco.
“Up,” said the servant.
“Where? For dinner?”
“To our house.”
“Whose house?”
“My master’s.” Draco smacked his forehead.
“Of course.”
“My master is the great Weasley; and if you’re not from the house of Malfoy I welcome you to our home. Good evening,” the servant said, and promptly left.
“Hmm…” Theodore said, smirking, “It appears that hottie Pansy shall be there. Me thinks someone should crash a party…”
“Someone hotter than my love?” Draco snorted dramatically. “That’s like finding a match for Merlin. It just cannot be done.”
“Pshh, you haven’t seen anyone yet. When you stack her up next to other chicks she won’t be able to compete. Let’s go to this party and I’ll show you what you’ve been missing while you were moaning over your love,” Theodore said.
“Fine, I’ll go. I won’t find some one better than her and will wallow in my own loveless misery,” Draco said, pouting.
“But Malfoy has to keep the peace just as much as I and it’s not too hard when you’re old to not fight as recklessly,” said Arthur Weasley.
“You both have honorable reputation and it’s ashamed you have been at each other’s throats for so often. But anyway, what do you think of my offer?” asked Oliver Wood anxiously.
“I’ll repeat what I’ve said before. Ginny is but still a young girl and is not yet fourteen! Let her age a few more years before she marries,” Arthur said.
“Much younger girls have been mothers, you know,” Oliver said.
“And it is much too soon!” Arthur said with frustration. “Give her time, Oliver. Win her heart for my consent on her marriage depends on her choice. She is my only daughter, and I love her dearly. Tonight I’m having a rather large party and you are invited! Many girls shall be there but Ginny shall be the best of them all. Follow me.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Take this list, servant, and give everyone an invitation to the party,” Arthur said. The servant took the list and bowed, but looked nervous as Arthur swept out of the hall, Oliver at his side. He fiddled nervously with the paper, his eyes darting about, staring at the strange shapes that were the letters on the page. From the other side of the room Draco and Theodore enter.
“Just let me help you out, Draco! Honestly, just moaning on about it won’t help,” Theodore nagged.
“Your plantain leaf is excellent for that, you know,” Draco said casually.
“For what?” Theodore asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
“For your bruised shin!” Draco said as he swiftly kicked Theodore in the shin and ran across the room.
“Why are you pissed off?” Theodore asked, rubbing his shin.
“I’m not pissed off, just tormented by my love,” Draco said, turning away from Theodore. As he did, he bumped into Mr. Weasley’s servant. “Good evening,” he said to the servant, who bowed deeply in his presence.
“I ask sir, can you read?” asked the servant. Draco sighed.
“Yes, I can. Sadly.”
“Can you read anything you see?”
“As long as I know the language.”
“Ah, I see. Good day, sir,” the servant said sadly.
“Stay, stay, I can read,” Draco said, taking the letter and reading outloud:
Mister Patil and his wife and daughters
Dean Thomas and his lovely sisters
Lady widow Abercrombie
Blaise and a friend
My Uncle Weasley and his wife and daughters
Fair Pansy Parkinson
Harry Potter
Mister Diggory and wife
Mister Bagman and wife and daughters
“Quite the crowd. Where should they go?” asked Draco.
“Up,” said the servant.
“Where? For dinner?”
“To our house.”
“Whose house?”
“My master’s.” Draco smacked his forehead.
“Of course.”
“My master is the great Weasley; and if you’re not from the house of Malfoy I welcome you to our home. Good evening,” the servant said, and promptly left.
“Hmm…” Theodore said, smirking, “It appears that hottie Pansy shall be there. Me thinks someone should crash a party…”
“Someone hotter than my love?” Draco snorted dramatically. “That’s like finding a match for Merlin. It just cannot be done.”
“Pshh, you haven’t seen anyone yet. When you stack her up next to other chicks she won’t be able to compete. Let’s go to this party and I’ll show you what you’ve been missing while you were moaning over your love,” Theodore said.
“Fine, I’ll go. I won’t find some one better than her and will wallow in my own loveless misery,” Draco said, pouting.