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OKAY!!! I did not forget the story. I have just been working and doing school at the same time. I'm so busy I have to schedule a piss. (I'm....not joking.....) Anyway, I'll try to have the next update up sooner, because I kinda know where I'm going to go with it a little more than I did this one. So enjoy!
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Lucius approached the parlor silently. He could hear Draco ranting, but to who he was ranting he couldn’t be sure.
“-filthy little savage into this house! It’s a disgrace!”
He literally felt the hair on the back of his neck prickle a bit when he heard the reply.
“Of course it is, Drakie-poo. Your father is just going a bit soft in his old age.”
Pansy Fucking Parkinson was sitting in his damned parlor! And she had just called him old! The nerve of that girl! He wasn’t old….hell, he wasn’t even middle-aged yet. That pug-faced little whore…
“Shut it, Pansy. He’s not old. But I want to know what motive he could possibly have to bring that little Mudblood Yank into this house. My father never does anything without benefit to himself. I want to figure out what it is so I can rain on this little parade he has going. I don’t like it. Not one bit.” Draco seethed.
“As well you shouldn’t….some filthy little red-skin dirtying up your family’s home. It’s shameful, it is…” Pansy replied. Lucius took that moment to glide into the room.
“Ah, Draco. It’s always pleasant to have you visit home.” Lucius said softly, plastering a small, polite smile on his face.
“Cut the pleasantries, father. What the hell is this?” Draco asked, and held out a copy of the Prophet. On the front page was Lucius and Daisy walking through Diagon Alley, Daisy with several bags in her hands, and even Lucius toting a small one for her. Lucius had a small smile on his face as he looked down towards Daisy, and Daisy kept throwing her head back and laughing.
“It’s the paper, Draco. Surely you have enough brainpower to realize that.” Lucius said, looking bored. Draco was too easy to rile.
“Father…I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing with this little…girl…but I will figure it out…”
“There is no game, Draco. She is family. Albeit she is distant family, but family nonetheless. And you know as well as I that the Malfoy family protects its own. You mustn’t get worked up about this, my boy. It won’t affect your inheritance, if that’s what you’re worried about…” he said.
“I don’t like the idea of this at all. There are already people talking about all sorts of nefarious and deadly plans that you have in store for that little savage. Whatever charade you have going….you better keep it up, because if you fuck this up, the Malfoy name will never recover.” Draco hissed. Lucius didn’t look fazed by Draco’s little comments. He was a bit annoyed, though. He hadn’t held any sort of hope that Draco would like, or even get along with Daisy. But he could just leave it alone. He wasn’t even at home any more. What did he care? Lucius turned his icy gaze to Pansy, who was sitting with one elegant long leg draped over the other, watching the exchange with interest.
Gold digger.
“Do you have anything you want to add? You’re not exactly known for your silence, Miss Parkinson.” He said. Pansy stood, looking quite smug.
“I was just going to say that whatever it is you have planned….it’s a shame you have to use a mudblood to accomplish it.” She said nastily.
“You’d best watch your mouth in this house, Miss Parkinson, or you will not step foot in it again while I am alive. Or after, if I have any say in it.” He said, narrowing his eyes at her. Pansy lifted her nose slightly, and went to Draco’s side.
“Come, Drakie…let’s leave. I can practically feel the mudblood filth around here….” She said softly. Draco put his arm around her, and before Lucius could comment, he had Side-Along Aparated himself and her out of the room. Lucius growled.
“Spoiled brat.” He hissed to the empty spot.
~~
Severus Snape stepped out of the fireplace at Malfoy Manor, and brushed a few flecks of soot from his black robes. A small snort to his left caught his attention, and he turned to see Daisy looking at him incredulously.
She still had bruises under her eyes from the force of Jacques' blow to her nose, and her eyes were a bit puffy, but other than that she was feeling fine. A week of rest and medicine had done wonders for her.
“How can you tell if there’s soot on your robes? They’re black!” she said. Severus just gave a little smirk.
“I can just tell these things.” He said. Daisy rolled her eyes. She liked Snape. He was friendly as a cactus, but he had a wicked sense of humor. “Where is your cousin?” he asked.
Daisy shrugged, and propped her head up on her hand as she sat at Lucius’ desk, reading a book. “I dunno. Off doing ‘important rich-guy stuff.’” She said, using her fingers to make quotation marks. Severus gave a soft snort.
“Well, then….what are you reading?” he asked.
“Potions for Preteens.” she said. He raised a dark eyebrow.
“Aren’t you already a teen?”
“Sometimes I like to go back to the basics, okay, Ozzie?” she said, and crossed her eyes in annoyance. He narrowed his eyes at her.
“I don’t eat bats.” He said, his voice deadly soft.
“No…you just dress like ‘em.” She snapped back.
“Don’t you have any friends you can be off harassing?” he asked, a little miffed. She shut her book.
“No. The only friend I have is Hermione…and she’s still off looking for a job.” Daisy said.
“When did Miss Granger lose her job?”
Her cousin had decided to enter the room at that moment, carrying a small stack of parchments.
“A few weeks ago. I told you that already.” She said, and made an angry noise. “You don’t listen!” she said, standing from his large desk chair and stalking from the room. Lucius looked after her.
“What did I do? How did I dig myself a hole?” he asked.
“Lucius…you were married….you should remember well that men start out in a hole….and then end up in one.” He said. Lucius sat down at his desk, and pushed Daisy’s book aside.
“I don’t know what to do with that girl….she’s been so snappish lately. She’s unhappy.” He said.
“She’s lonely, Lucius.”
Lucius looked up at his friend.
“Lonely? But she’s here with me, and the elves-” he stopped when he saw the look on Severus’ face.
“Her only company can’t be elves and a cousin who’s becoming too busy for her.” He said. Lucius looked down at the papers in front of him.
“She gets visits from Miss Granger…”
“But from what I’ve heard those are random at best. Look…Miss Granger is jobless, and Daisy needs a friend. Why don’t you throw some of those Malfoy Galleons around and do something nice for your cousin…” Severus said. Lucius stared up at his friend.
“That does make sense…” Lucius said. By paying Miss Pain-in-his-arse Granger to come and take around Miss Occasional-Pain-in-his-arse Melfy…he would kill two witches with one curse. Severus really did have a brilliantly deviant mind.
“Of course it makes sense….” Severus said, as if anything he said could not make sense. Lucius gave an uncharacteristic roll of his eyes.
“Bugger off, Snape.” He said rather affectionately.
“You wish.”
~~
Daisy was in her sitting room, throwing wads of paper across the room in an attempt to sink them into her waste basket. She was bored. She was utterly, hair-pullingly, mind numbingly bored. Her cousin was busy doing paperwork, and didn’t seem to want to have anything to do with her anymore. She tugged uncomfortably at the expensive summer wrap-dress that Lucius had bought her on their last shopping day together. That had been a few days ago, and there had been some people taking photographs of them. Lucius said it was because he was still the talk of the town, and anything he did was interesting. Daisy was pretty sure it was because they were waiting for him to chop her down into pieces and make stew out of her.
She looked at the window, and sighed at how beautiful the weather looked. From her vantage she could see the huge forest, and the Native Spirit in her began to grow restless. She was used to being untamed and free….not cooped up within some mausoleum of a house.
She acted quickly, before she could change her mind. It only took a few minutes for her to gather up her ‘survival pack.’ She had on her deerskin pants and shirt, her bow was slung over her back, her quiver of arrows secured tight, her moccasins on her feet. She gathered up her flint and steel, her hunting knife, and her collapsible fishing pole and net, which she stuffed into a large knapsack. Into this also went rope, blankets, a ‘mini-tent’ (or a waterproof cloth that she could string between two trees), her magic lantern (never ran low on fuel once lit) and her mini first aid kit.
When she was packed, she made a quick stop in the kitchen for some foodstuffs that she could eat before she established her camp site, and before anyone could miss her, she was off in a flash towards the forest, slipping her mother’s traditional band around her forehead to keep the sweat and her hair from her eyes, and slipping a pair of sunglasses into her side-bag.
The excitement of a camping trip was buzzing through her veins, and as soon as she hit the forest floor she had to stop to just inhale and listen to the sounds of nature. Gods, she’d missed this!
Besides....what bad ever came from a camping trip?
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OMG.....famous last words, kid, famous last words.
Hmm....you've read, now review, or guess...I like to hear what you think will happen, so I can laugh at you when you're wrong (J/K, I just love to see your ideas.).
RavenBlackWing
Sampdoria
Slytheringriffendor21
Avanell
margaritama
Heidi191976
Ithilwe
cherripepsiisgod
OKAY!!! I did not forget the story. I have just been working and doing school at the same time. I'm so busy I have to schedule a piss. (I'm....not joking.....) Anyway, I'll try to have the next update up sooner, because I kinda know where I'm going to go with it a little more than I did this one. So enjoy!
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Lucius approached the parlor silently. He could hear Draco ranting, but to who he was ranting he couldn’t be sure.
“-filthy little savage into this house! It’s a disgrace!”
He literally felt the hair on the back of his neck prickle a bit when he heard the reply.
“Of course it is, Drakie-poo. Your father is just going a bit soft in his old age.”
Pansy Fucking Parkinson was sitting in his damned parlor! And she had just called him old! The nerve of that girl! He wasn’t old….hell, he wasn’t even middle-aged yet. That pug-faced little whore…
“Shut it, Pansy. He’s not old. But I want to know what motive he could possibly have to bring that little Mudblood Yank into this house. My father never does anything without benefit to himself. I want to figure out what it is so I can rain on this little parade he has going. I don’t like it. Not one bit.” Draco seethed.
“As well you shouldn’t….some filthy little red-skin dirtying up your family’s home. It’s shameful, it is…” Pansy replied. Lucius took that moment to glide into the room.
“Ah, Draco. It’s always pleasant to have you visit home.” Lucius said softly, plastering a small, polite smile on his face.
“Cut the pleasantries, father. What the hell is this?” Draco asked, and held out a copy of the Prophet. On the front page was Lucius and Daisy walking through Diagon Alley, Daisy with several bags in her hands, and even Lucius toting a small one for her. Lucius had a small smile on his face as he looked down towards Daisy, and Daisy kept throwing her head back and laughing.
“It’s the paper, Draco. Surely you have enough brainpower to realize that.” Lucius said, looking bored. Draco was too easy to rile.
“Father…I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing with this little…girl…but I will figure it out…”
“There is no game, Draco. She is family. Albeit she is distant family, but family nonetheless. And you know as well as I that the Malfoy family protects its own. You mustn’t get worked up about this, my boy. It won’t affect your inheritance, if that’s what you’re worried about…” he said.
“I don’t like the idea of this at all. There are already people talking about all sorts of nefarious and deadly plans that you have in store for that little savage. Whatever charade you have going….you better keep it up, because if you fuck this up, the Malfoy name will never recover.” Draco hissed. Lucius didn’t look fazed by Draco’s little comments. He was a bit annoyed, though. He hadn’t held any sort of hope that Draco would like, or even get along with Daisy. But he could just leave it alone. He wasn’t even at home any more. What did he care? Lucius turned his icy gaze to Pansy, who was sitting with one elegant long leg draped over the other, watching the exchange with interest.
Gold digger.
“Do you have anything you want to add? You’re not exactly known for your silence, Miss Parkinson.” He said. Pansy stood, looking quite smug.
“I was just going to say that whatever it is you have planned….it’s a shame you have to use a mudblood to accomplish it.” She said nastily.
“You’d best watch your mouth in this house, Miss Parkinson, or you will not step foot in it again while I am alive. Or after, if I have any say in it.” He said, narrowing his eyes at her. Pansy lifted her nose slightly, and went to Draco’s side.
“Come, Drakie…let’s leave. I can practically feel the mudblood filth around here….” She said softly. Draco put his arm around her, and before Lucius could comment, he had Side-Along Aparated himself and her out of the room. Lucius growled.
“Spoiled brat.” He hissed to the empty spot.
~~
Severus Snape stepped out of the fireplace at Malfoy Manor, and brushed a few flecks of soot from his black robes. A small snort to his left caught his attention, and he turned to see Daisy looking at him incredulously.
She still had bruises under her eyes from the force of Jacques' blow to her nose, and her eyes were a bit puffy, but other than that she was feeling fine. A week of rest and medicine had done wonders for her.
“How can you tell if there’s soot on your robes? They’re black!” she said. Severus just gave a little smirk.
“I can just tell these things.” He said. Daisy rolled her eyes. She liked Snape. He was friendly as a cactus, but he had a wicked sense of humor. “Where is your cousin?” he asked.
Daisy shrugged, and propped her head up on her hand as she sat at Lucius’ desk, reading a book. “I dunno. Off doing ‘important rich-guy stuff.’” She said, using her fingers to make quotation marks. Severus gave a soft snort.
“Well, then….what are you reading?” he asked.
“Potions for Preteens.” she said. He raised a dark eyebrow.
“Aren’t you already a teen?”
“Sometimes I like to go back to the basics, okay, Ozzie?” she said, and crossed her eyes in annoyance. He narrowed his eyes at her.
“I don’t eat bats.” He said, his voice deadly soft.
“No…you just dress like ‘em.” She snapped back.
“Don’t you have any friends you can be off harassing?” he asked, a little miffed. She shut her book.
“No. The only friend I have is Hermione…and she’s still off looking for a job.” Daisy said.
“When did Miss Granger lose her job?”
Her cousin had decided to enter the room at that moment, carrying a small stack of parchments.
“A few weeks ago. I told you that already.” She said, and made an angry noise. “You don’t listen!” she said, standing from his large desk chair and stalking from the room. Lucius looked after her.
“What did I do? How did I dig myself a hole?” he asked.
“Lucius…you were married….you should remember well that men start out in a hole….and then end up in one.” He said. Lucius sat down at his desk, and pushed Daisy’s book aside.
“I don’t know what to do with that girl….she’s been so snappish lately. She’s unhappy.” He said.
“She’s lonely, Lucius.”
Lucius looked up at his friend.
“Lonely? But she’s here with me, and the elves-” he stopped when he saw the look on Severus’ face.
“Her only company can’t be elves and a cousin who’s becoming too busy for her.” He said. Lucius looked down at the papers in front of him.
“She gets visits from Miss Granger…”
“But from what I’ve heard those are random at best. Look…Miss Granger is jobless, and Daisy needs a friend. Why don’t you throw some of those Malfoy Galleons around and do something nice for your cousin…” Severus said. Lucius stared up at his friend.
“That does make sense…” Lucius said. By paying Miss Pain-in-his-arse Granger to come and take around Miss Occasional-Pain-in-his-arse Melfy…he would kill two witches with one curse. Severus really did have a brilliantly deviant mind.
“Of course it makes sense….” Severus said, as if anything he said could not make sense. Lucius gave an uncharacteristic roll of his eyes.
“Bugger off, Snape.” He said rather affectionately.
“You wish.”
~~
Daisy was in her sitting room, throwing wads of paper across the room in an attempt to sink them into her waste basket. She was bored. She was utterly, hair-pullingly, mind numbingly bored. Her cousin was busy doing paperwork, and didn’t seem to want to have anything to do with her anymore. She tugged uncomfortably at the expensive summer wrap-dress that Lucius had bought her on their last shopping day together. That had been a few days ago, and there had been some people taking photographs of them. Lucius said it was because he was still the talk of the town, and anything he did was interesting. Daisy was pretty sure it was because they were waiting for him to chop her down into pieces and make stew out of her.
She looked at the window, and sighed at how beautiful the weather looked. From her vantage she could see the huge forest, and the Native Spirit in her began to grow restless. She was used to being untamed and free….not cooped up within some mausoleum of a house.
She acted quickly, before she could change her mind. It only took a few minutes for her to gather up her ‘survival pack.’ She had on her deerskin pants and shirt, her bow was slung over her back, her quiver of arrows secured tight, her moccasins on her feet. She gathered up her flint and steel, her hunting knife, and her collapsible fishing pole and net, which she stuffed into a large knapsack. Into this also went rope, blankets, a ‘mini-tent’ (or a waterproof cloth that she could string between two trees), her magic lantern (never ran low on fuel once lit) and her mini first aid kit.
When she was packed, she made a quick stop in the kitchen for some foodstuffs that she could eat before she established her camp site, and before anyone could miss her, she was off in a flash towards the forest, slipping her mother’s traditional band around her forehead to keep the sweat and her hair from her eyes, and slipping a pair of sunglasses into her side-bag.
The excitement of a camping trip was buzzing through her veins, and as soon as she hit the forest floor she had to stop to just inhale and listen to the sounds of nature. Gods, she’d missed this!
Besides....what bad ever came from a camping trip?
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OMG.....famous last words, kid, famous last words.
Hmm....you've read, now review, or guess...I like to hear what you think will happen, so I can laugh at you when you're wrong (J/K, I just love to see your ideas.).