The cold stale air loomed within in the high walls of a not-so-ordinary girls’ bedroom. Each wall hung long tapestries each bearing a serpent entwining a cross, the cote of arms of the family house. One symbol, which was known to all, was the sign of the Slytherines, however, the other, the cross, was sign of an old lineage of the LeBeaudions. This girls room was extremely gloomy, with iron rafters that curved down giving the room a cathedral look that was draped in all black. Her room was cluttered with old heirlooms, several of them books, but a few were enchanted items.
Disorganized as it was, within the center of the room, an 17 year old girl laid in her bed, looking up at the black ceiling. Her face was ordinary, but still held some beauty. But it wasn’t her face that held her most precious looks. Behind her blonde bangs were a pair of violet eyes. She was petite and only at the height of 5’6”. Though, within her pure blood family, she was a rarity. Most of her family were never blessed with good looks until her generation. People thought that the looks came from her mothers side, since her father face was scarred from all the Wizarding duals he’d gone through. No one remembered what he looked like under all of the scars. To testify against her family usual ugliness, was her aunt who was pretty until at the age of fifteen she became completely hunched back. She was lucky.
The door opened slowly, and a small two foot house elf walked in bowing so deeply that his nose scraped the wooden floor. “Young mistress Marri, your mother wishes to see you.” he piped in a high pitch voice.
Marri hung her arm down from her bed, motioned her house elf to come closer. “Come here, Gimbly.” she said rather flatly.
Gimbly shuffled his feet and asked rather timidly, “Yes, my Mistress?”
Marri began in an un-amused voice, “Tell me, Gimbly, does mother have someone, perhaps… I don’t know… my age down stairs?”
Gimbly bowed his head, “I’m sorry my mistress, but she does.”
Marri’s voice began to become loathsome as she continued, “Does he happen to be from a pureblood family?”
“Yes, yes he is.” Gimbly whined, scared of his mistress’ well known temper.
“Is it a Cougan?”
“No it’s-”
“A Black?”
“No a-”
“Dragan?”
“Of course not it’s-”
“Oh my dear lord it’s a Strougen!”
“No my mistress.”
“Then what family does he belong to?” Marri shouted becoming impatient.
Gimbly bowed deeply out of a reflex and squeaked, “It’s a Malfoy.”
Marri got out of bed so fast she knocked Gimbly to the ground. This only meant one thing, it was Draco Malfoy. “Get out of my sight, and tell my dear mother she can try and marry my squib of a sister off to him for all that I care!”
In tears, Gimbly managed to choke, “Of course my Mistress!”
He left her with a pop to think. She began to pace back and forth knowing her mother would soon show up in her room and order her to down stairs and meet the boy Draco. Sighing, Marri decided she did have a slight amount of joy from embarrassing her mother in front of important families.
All Marri wanted was to be left alone. However, her mother wouldn’t a low a sliver of peace until she was married off into a pureblood family. But she didn’t fully blame her mother for her insane pushiness. The eldest of her siblings, Nel, had recently married a muggle born wizard. Her family had been so outraged that they declared their eldest child a blood traitor. Marri felt no sympathy for her sister. Nel knew the consequences and decided to betray not just her family, but ancient bloodline that descended strait from Salazar Slytherine himself.
Manila, her sister of just 15 was a squib. Her family resented her, but allowed her to stay with the family as long as she didn’t decide to go on and marry a muggle like Nel. That left her and her younger brother, Dracius. Dracius wasn’t getting any pressure at all since he was only thirteen and Marri herself, was close to being the age of being able to marry. She began to fear that wouldn’t be able to finish her final year at Hogwarts, though she protested every day.
Her mother would just retort, “It doesn’t matter, Marri, you’ll be in a nice rich pureblood family!”
Marri never dared to think of marrying a muggle-born. Though she didn’t see what the problem was with a halfblood man. She remembered how her mother chocked on her tea when she mentioned that she fancied a non-pureblood her third year. Her mother since then had nightmares.
Marri grabbed her wand ready for another row with her mother as she heard her stomping footsteps. She could already hear her huffing and puffing with a rage that seemed to make her mothers cheeks redder and redder with each breath. She slammed the door open, “Down stairs, now!”
Marri crossed her arms and sniffled, “No.”
“Stup-”
Marri deflected the spell, “Honestly mother! You would hex your own daughter!” she protested.
Her mothers nostrils flared as she gritted her teeth, “If it would get you down those stairs and meet the nice young man down stairs!”
“Frankly mother, I don’t like Malfoy’s!”
Her mother twitched, a vain began to throb as she tried to calm down, “And why do you not like the Malfoys?”
“They’re all snooty. They all think they have the purest blood when we descended strait from Slytherine!” Marri began to count the reasons on one hand.
Her mother raised one hand, “Enough!” she cut her daughter off and resumed, “The Malfoys are proud, yes I agree. But have you ever really got to know Draco?” she questioned.
“That’s a stupid question, I do go to Hogwarts with him.”
Her mother looked her down, “I mean really met him not some distant acquaintance.”
“No, but I know Madri Malfoy, his cousin and along with his father Lucius.” she concluded.
Marri stood there not moving an inch as her mother went down on her knees, her eyes full of tears. “Marri please, just meet with him! If you do, we can talk about your next year classes at Hogwarts!”
Marri looked at her for a moment, not convinced. “I will hold you to your word.” she said darkly.
“Wonderful!” her mother chirped as she jumped onto her feet. She whipped out her wand so she waved of to fix Marri’s hair. “Open your moth dear.” and with a flick she brushed her teeth. She was about to leave when she said, “Where the nice blue robes, dear!”
Marri Joined her mother for the morning luncheon that was taking place on the 3rd floor patio. She was pleased to see that Manila and Dracius were swinging in the chair swing. She ignored the fact that her mother was chattering away with Draco at the small circular table, and she sat down with a cool aloof attitude.
She looked out of the corner of her eye and looked at Draco. To her surprise he didn’t have his usual smug, dark glaring eyes she had always witnessed at Hogwarts. Instead he was smiling with patients as her mother barraged him with her never ending conversation. Though, Draco was just as pale as she had remembered at school.
Her mother just noticed her presence and said in a fake cheerful voice, “Oh! Here she is!”
Draco outstretched his hand and said shortly, “Hello.”
She took his hand and smiled as best as she could. But she knew it came out rather restrained. “Hello, Draco. It’s a pleasure to have you at our humble home.”
Draco who put on the same restrained smile said, “Yes… your view of your meadows are simple…stunning…” he slipped his hand back continued, “Your mother, Mrs. LeBeaudion has been telling me all about the rare sights of your house and-”
He was interrupted by Mrs. LeBeaudion giggling, “Oh you must call me Natillan!”
Manila and Dracius giggled in the chair and whispered some to themselves. Mrs. LeBeaudion looked at the two harshly and began to interrogate them, “Oi! What is it you two are discussing that our ears can’t hear?” Manila and Dracius jumped slightly. “Well? Out with it!”
Dracius bowed his head and looked at his shoes and ansered, “I was just discussing with Manila that how can this arrangement you are trying to make might work since Marri is from Griffindore and Draco is from Slytherine. And I was asking her if she had any ideas.”
Mrs. LeBeaudion rolled her eyes, “Oh for Pete’s sake, Dracius! Manila is a squib! What does she know! Is that all you were discussing?”
Dracius and Manila shook their head. This time it was Manila who spoke, “I was curious on how is it that Marri acts and is a pureblood but didn’t get put in Slytherine?”
Mrs. LeBeaudion looked at her other daughter, “Will you answer their question, dear? Why do you think you didn’t get put in Slytherine?”
Marri shrugged, “Probably because I’m not a smug, nor do I think I am holier than thou, nor do quiver a the slightest danger.”
Draco turned her and their eyes made contact, “What are you trying to say?”
“I’m saying that, I am in no way like a Slytherine.”
He gritted his teeth, “Maybe you’ll turn out like your sister Nel. Wasn’t she also in Griffendore?”
They both stood up, knocking the chairs down they were just sitting in. “At least my family wasn’t some lap dog of the dark lord. At least my family is decent. At least my family would never sell out other purebloods for their own benefits!” she shouted.
“What would you know, you filthy little bitch!” Draco sneered. He turned to go.
“Wait Draco!” Marri’s mother shouted in vain as he disapearated.
“Nice one.” Manila commented.
“You two, leave!” Mrs. Lebeaudion ordered.
The two left leaving Marri alone with her enraged mother. She was quiet and didn’t budge, boy did she do it this time. Marri knew that her mother was thinking of how many hex’s and curses she could get away without the ministry of magic showing up at their door.
“I’m sorry-”
She put her hand up and protested in parsel tong, “Why must you do this?” her mother sternly spoke.
“I do not know, mother.” Marri bowed her head.
“Marri, do you know why I do this?” Mrs. LeBeaudion questioned. Marri shook her head, for once she felt horrible. “It’s not just because of your two sisters, but your brother wishes to become an auror, just like your father. What am I to do if he is killed off so young like many do? Or what if he never marries like a lot of aurors. There is so many variables that…” She sighed, then continued, “Marri, you must be married, for without a doubt, you will be the one to carry our lineage through and continue our true pureblood line.”
“Would you have me go and talk to Draco?” Marri consulted already knowing the answer.
“I wish you would.”
“I’ll be back before dinner.”
Marri appeariated in front of the old house of the Malfoys. The house was a two story but stretched far. She saw several house elves scamper around the neatly trimmed lawn, it was proof for her that Draco was very pissed at her actions. One of the house elves stopped and looked up at her.
She was fiddling nervously with her hands and cracked a few words, “Miss, may I help you?”
“Is Draco Malfoy here?”
“Yes miss, he is in the garden.”
Marri saw some green hedges to her right. She began to walk over quietly, trying to figure out what to say to him. It was going to be difficult, but she at least hoped he would be reasonable and let her apologize. But how was she going to get him to forgive her. It was a fact at school that Malfoy held grudges like no other.
Looking around the hedges she saw Draco shooting at the surrounding flowers, blowing of their heads that would grow back within a few seconds. He looked rather angry, which she knew was because of her.
None-the-less she walked in to the garden unnoticed at first. He caught her in the corner of his eye and stopped blowing the heads of the flowers. They sat there looking at each other not speaking. Draco had a sneer and Marri a sheepish grin.
He broke the silence, “What are you doing here, LeBeaudion?”
Marri hesitated, “I’m here… to apologize for my actions a few moments ago.” Marri began to fumble with her robes grasping her wand and rolling it in between her fingers. “I shouldn’t’ve done that. I shouldn’t have insulted you and your family.”
Draco grunted, “Whatever. It got me out of that marriage arrangement didn’t it?”
Marri paused, “You…you don’t want to go through this either?”
Draco summoned a great blast and blew all the heads off the flowers, “Of course not!”
Marri looked at him with her mouth opened slightly, “But why did you answer my mothers request?”
“Oh please, did you think I really did receive that invitation? My father made me accept it. Do you blame him? Your family lineage is priceless. The closest descendants of Salazar Slytherine himself.” Draco said in an annoyed voice. He must have heard it several times after he received that invitation from her mother.
“You’re views are the same as mine.” Marri murmured.
Draco sat down at a nearby table and sighed. They both thought of the situation, it was clear that no matter what they did after they broke this arrangement, they would go through an endless line of people until they were both married off. But what if? Why not just… join as alley’s…
They both looked at each other and smiled.
okay this story i want to continue but i need people to kinda motivate tell me if this story sounds like crap or what...
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Marri appeariated back to her family manor with a small smile upon her face. Her mother, out of a foul mood she had put her in, was shouting orders to several house elves. Her hair was array, and her clothes were blotched with dirt.
“What’s going on? Marri shouted across the lawn to her mother.
Her mother stopped momentarily to take a breath and shout, “Your father is coming home tonight!” Feeling joy wash over her, Marri turned to rush inside the house to get ready for the special occasion when her mother shouted, “How did it go?”
“It went well.”
Her mother panted from all the shouting she was submitting herself to, “Tell me over dinner tonight when your father is home!”
Marri smiled gently and waved to her mother before entering the house. Dracius was bouncing off the walls, while Manila ran after him trying to catch him. Everyone seemed to have a joyous face, even the house elves. Even within the black walls of the LeBeaudion house, her father always brought in the light making the dreary home into a cheerful home. Her father had been on the hunt for a horrible man who had killed three wizard families five months ago. They all now hoped he would be able to stay longer than the last time, which was a brief three days. But it couldn’t be helped he belonged to a certain order within the aurors called the Maginot. All of the members were busy and hardly home. It was indeed a sad life to pursue. But her dad was never brought down by it.
“Young Mistress!” Gimbly chirped breaking Marri from her happy thoughts of her father.
Marri looked at him from the corner of her eye like he was some type of cancer, then replied sternly, “You know, in the muggle world, someone who is constantly following and bothering another person is considered harassment?”
Gimbly began to howl, “I’m so sorry! I am a disgrace to my mistress! What shall Gimbly do? A thousand needles in the eye, or perhaps-”
“Gimbly, if you don’t get out of my presence, I’ll make it a million needles in your eye!” Gimbly lowered his gaze and moped over to a nearby cabinet and grabbed out some needles. He wretched one out and began to lower it.
“On second thought, Gimbly.” the house elf froze on spot. “Why was it you plagued me with your presence?”
“There is an owl from Mr. Malfoy in your room.”
Marri arched an eyebrow, “Is that so? You’re free to go. Oh, and don’t punish yourself, I don’t want single a lame house elf while father is here, moping about.”
He bowed and rushed off to the kitchen. Manila and Dracius had stopped playing when they saw what had just taken place. They both had almost witnessed a brutal punishment to an house elf. Neither one of them agreed with punishing their house elves since they read this article abut house elf rights. But Marri had authority and was particular nasty when people intervened with her will. Therefore, it would have ended even more disastrous if they had gotten involved.
Marri snapped, “Stop starring you two. Father is going to be here soon!” after she was done scolding the two she went up to her room upstairs.
She through her wand on her desk as she lifted up the letter and opened it up.
Marri
Within two weeks time, we will both be starting our final year at Hogwarts. I have received my list of supplies this year and I will be leaving for Diagon Alley in two days time. I assure you that by you accompanying me to Diagon Alley we will please both of our parents.
Please write back if you have any interjections or if you are willing to go with me on the terms that I have enclosed with this letter
Draco
She flipped over the first sheet of parchment and read it.
You will while we are away from our parents address me as Malfoy, I do not wish to let anyone on that I may be getting friendly with a Griffendore. Though it is a must that you address me as Draco or any other affectionate name you are will to roll from your own lips. Flirting I am willing to compromise face to face.
Marri just rolled her eyes at his high and mighty attitude and grabbed a fresh sheet of parchment and wrote:
Dear Draco
I agree with your terms. It is like wise for me on name terms, and we will discuss flirting face to face for I too do not want people to think I that I am getting too friendly with a Slytherine. I will be meeting with you to go to Diagon Alley. You choose where we meet.
Marri
Marri got up and attached it to her owl just as Dracius busted into the room, “Dads home!” he shouted.
The whole LeBeaudion family settled in at their large wooden table. Her father was at the head still dressed in his deep crimson red robes that all Maginot Aurors were issued to wear. His face was a little sunken from being so tired for so long. It was all too sure that he had hardly gotten any sleep at all while hunting down that madman. Mrs. LeBeaudion was so excited to see him that she sat where Nel had once sat in. No one had sat in that chair since she had been declared a blood traitor, but her mother did not care, she just kept stroking his left hand as she spoke of everything that had occurred while he was away.
“Marri, you have some interesting news to tell your father, don’t you?” she asked her daughter.
She sat up a little more straighter and laid down her fork and swallowed her food before speaking, “Oh, yes.” she smiled at her father, “I have decided to let Draco Malfoy escort me.”
Her father dropped his fork, “A Malfoy!” he exclaimed. He knew damn well that his daughter hated the Malfoys family tree. Everything from traditions to there lifestyle he often hear her complain about. How in the world did this happen while he was gone. “Natillan, what have you done to our poor Marri?”
Natillan turned her nose up, “I don’t know what you speak of. It was of her own free will to choose Draco Malfoy.” she heavily punctuated his surname.
“Yes, it is true. And guess what.” everyone at the table looked at her telling her to continue, “He asked me to go to Diagon Alley with him the day after tomorrow.”
Mr. LeBeaudion leaned back in his chair letting his eyes go foggy with disbelief. Marri smiled, this was actually going to work out. She would have finally be at peace with her family for once in a very long time.
Draco arrived at Diagon Alley at 9:00 a.m. sharp. He sat at a little shop called “Dragon’s Liver Desserts” that laid next to Knockturn Alley. His father had some unfinished business to attend to and had decided that Draco didn’t need to come with him since he was meeting up with Marri. He was glad, he hated go down there from the fear that he would be caught with his father doing illegal acts.
He looked down at his Daily Profit and took a sip of his pumpkin juice. Draco was slightly smiling inward at the thought that requested for him and Marri meet this early. She probably cursed several times. But there were benefits coming to Diagon Alley so early, there were no hustle and bustle of crowds at this time of the morning. With not many people he wouldn’t have his usually large group of people following him.
“Helloe,” Draco dropped his pumpkin juice out of shock.
He looked up as he whipped up his spilt mess he had made, he didn’t like too much what he saw either. Marri had a white button up shirt that wasn’t fully buttoned all the way up, and to his horror she had on a plad skirt. “You’re just dressed up as muggle school girl!”
She shrugged and pulled a chair, “It’s a new fashion. Everyone’s going this style.”
Draco looked at her smugly and replied, “Well I haven’t see anyone in my house in those ridiculous clothes.” he said in his in a matter of fact voice.
Marri crossed her arms and mimicked his tone, “That’s because everyone in your house acts as if they have a stick up their asses.”
Draco was just about to retort when he got a smack to his head, “Calm down, Draco.” he heard his father order non chantilly. He wanted to look at his father and glare but he swept past him and took Marri’s hand. “Why you must be Marri LeBeaudion.” he accented her last name in perfect French.
“Yes I am. You must be Lucius Malfoy.” he kissed her hand and let go.
He smiled coolly, “I am, my young dear lady. Why, I see you’re into the new fashion that’s sweeping the Wizarding world away.” she nodded as he paused then said in a very demanding voice, “Draco, I wish for you to buy some today in this style.” he dropped a bag of money into his sons hand and briskly walked off before Draco could protest or before Marri could say goodbye.
Draco slumped in his chair and mumbled, “Shall we be going?” When his father ran off like that, it meant Draco had no choice, he either did as he told or he would be punished later.
“Not yet.” Marri said as she called for a waiter. “Chai please.” when the waiter left she took out her wand and put on a jumbling charm so everyone nearby would think they were talking about Quidditch.
“We need to talk about our terms.” she continued. Draco took a gulp of the last remaining liquid of his pumpkin juice. “I completely agree on only flirting or anything overboard only in front of our parents and family.”
“About that.” Draco started. “I think it is now in our best interest if we just play along all the time.” she looked at him confused. “Let’s face it, they could hear from other people that we don’t act like a couple in front of them or what not and it’d be all over. And I don’t know about your father or mother, but my father isn’t stupid. He’d sense something is up.”
Marri sat in front of him stunned, “You mean all the time even in front of our friends? They could keep quiet right? If we told them right?”
Draco shook his head, “No we must especially in front of our friends. If we are going to get this to work”
She sighed, “Fine with me then.”
“Marri, I look like a bloody idiot!” Draco moaned. His attire would be what we thought sexy, but to him he thought of his clothes as if it were covered in puke. He tugged at his tight black leather pants and kept fiddling with his long sleeves of his white button up shirt. “Down looks stupid, but up makes this shirt incredibly itchy!” he whined.
Marri grabbed him from the mirror and whirled him around. “There’s just two more things to be added!” she through a tie around his neck and let it loose as she buttoned it in place so it wouldn’t fall off.
She was just about to put on a badge with the serpent of Slytherine when Draco slapped her hand away. “What are you doing?”
“It’s a badge, we all wear them so everyone knows what house you belong to! Look I have mine!” she pointed to her badge of Griffendore. “Plus its tradition.” she added.
Draco grumbled as he let her pin on the badge to his shirt, “Since when…"
"Two months ago when this whole fashion crave started!”
Marri ignored him as she shrank his bags and put them in her small backpack. She led dim by the hand and out the door to the now crowded streets, “I think it looks good on you.” she admitted trying to get him to stop fussing. It didn’t work.
“Hey Marri!” she heard a somewhat familiar voice call. The both turned to see Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley running up.
“Oh great, it’s the Weasle and the Mudblood.” Draco sneered. In return he got elbowed in the ribcage.
“Shut it Malfoy.” Marri warned. It was too late for scolding as the two of them stopped and glared furiously at Draco.
“Is that Malfoy!” Hermione shrieked in disbelief as she noticed her fellow Gryffendor holding hands with the rival house.
Ron, who lost his temper by the mere sight of Draco retorted to Marri, “What’s this? You snogging Malfoy? I always thought of you higher than that.”
“What’s that Weasel? I don’t think she heard you because of your screechy high pitch voice.” Draco tried to defend both him and Marri.
Ron face twisted a little as he added, “What you couldn’t find a descent guy who wanted you so you went to the most lowest of all house and the lowest of men to get some?”
Marri didn’t even go for her wand, she flat out decked him. Blood went everywhere as Ron tried clutching his nose to stop the bleeding, “You bastard!” What did I ever do to you!” she kicked him in the rib trying not to be too cheap.
“Ron!” she heard Hermione shriek.
Draco had his wand out and pointing at Ron, “Maybe you shouldn’t insult my girlfriend, Weasley.”
“Put it down.” a dark voice came from behind him.
He smiled, “Why isn’t it the boy-who-shouldn’t‘ve-lived.” he automatically recognized Harry’s voice. He could feel Harry’s wand being jabbed in the back of his head.
Hermione piped up, “Harry, stop it. Ron deserved what he got from Marri.”
Harry put down his wand when he spotted Marri. “Marri?” he questioned.
She simply just grabbed Draco’s hand and left out of embarrassment. “Sorry for the scuffle.” Her and Draco were going to have a long talk after this.
oooo, I still really like this story! I love the idea of the both of them going out just to get their parents off them. Awesome!! _________________ Draco Malfoy and *sniff...sob* Fred Weasly ♥
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alright, I know I'm the only one who's post-replied, and I know that's frustrating (my fanfic was like that for a while, kinda still is) but if it helps I'm waiting on your every word here! _________________ Draco Malfoy and *sniff...sob* Fred Weasly ♥
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