Part 1/5: bootlickers decree
Fandom: Harry Potter
Author: vodooman
Rating: G
Genre: humour, romance, marriage law, AU
Characters/Pairings: Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle,
Short summary: A marriage law fic, with different characters than usual.
Any warnings: none.
Disclaimer: HP and its characters are not mine. I only write Fan fiction.
A/N: This is a story I’ve already posted on my fanfic.net account. I’ve had it already up for a long time, and then only recently re-found it... and now I’m putting it up here... So, if you like it, hate it... tell me, so I know why...
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Chapter 1: A choice to make
Pansy Parkinson was Slytherin’s most wanted girl. All of the Slytherin boys, regardless of what age, held some sort of crush for her. Huffelpuff and Ravenclaw boys weren’t any different. There was even the one or other Gryffindor chap with a liking for her, even though none of them would ever admit to it. The point was, Pansy Parkinson was probably one of the most wanted girls in all of Hogwarts. And that she knew.
So when the current Minister of Magic, Mr Thompson, or as most Slytherin’s liked to call him ‘Bootlicker Thompson’, decided to order a new decree she was one of those that was absolutely opposed to it. Truth be told, the magical community was shrinking in size at a rapid rate. For that matter of fact, Minister Thompson decided that more marriages would bring the long awaited baby boom, after the final fall of you-know-who.
Bootlicker Thompson’s law dictated that any woman from seventeen and up would be married to any man of age seventeen and up. Because of a shortage in women, namely one woman came to three men in the magical community; rules were defined to give the impression of freedom of choice. One woman would be given the choice to choose her husband-to-be from three men. The marriage had to be set during a specific amount of time, and was absolute. If the woman, or in Pansy’s case the girl, didn’t choose, one of the men in the list would be selected randomly and the marriage would anyway take place.
Pansy was now sitting on her bed and looking at the list with the official ministry seal on it. She had the urge to raise an eye brow at her given choices. This must have been some sort of cosmic joke or so she decided. She tossed the parchment away and continued down to the common room.
Because of the Hogsmade weekend, most students where either enjoying their free time in Hogsmade or running around on the school property. In any case, Pansy decided that more alone time was good to think about whom she would have to choose.
As she was about to step into the common room she heard snickering and someone laughing. Curiously she halted and decided to spy on whatever was being said. She took a glimpse from behind the doorway and saw two out of three boys from her list.
Crabbe and Goyle were sitting on their usual seats, happiness written all over their faces. Pansy rolled her eyes and was sure that they could only be thinking about one thing, correct that, only two things could make those maroons happy. One was food; the other was probably the new decree. Before they probably would never had even the chance of having a girl let alone a wife, now they at least had a small chance of marriage.
Even though the thought of marrying either Crabbe or Goyle was absolutely disgusting she couldn’t imagine marrying the last person on the list. Her parents would probably disown her, if she made the decision of taking a blood traitor as a husband. So now she just had to decide which of the two goblins she would take for a husband. Still standing on the same spot, she was about to go over to them when she heard them start to talk.
“I am so excited. I can’t believe she’ll be choosing one of us!” said Goyle.
“I know what you mean; I had a crush on her, since the beginning of third year,” replied Crabbe with a distant gaze.
“I had a crush on her since the beginning of second year!” retorted Goyle a little too harsh.
Crabbe stood up suddenly and said probably the most intelligent thing she ever heard him say. “Well, she can only marry one of us.” His chubby hands clenched open and closed again. He continued with a louder voice. “We can’t both have her!”
Pansy was amused at the boy’s behaviour. She knew, because Draco had teased her with it, that there had been some fights over who was to carry her books for her, but seeing the actual thing was … funny. Yep, they really knew how to boost a girl’s ego up. But whatever she was thinking came to a horrifying halt in one second.
“We could both have her!” Goyle said slowly, yet very clear for her to hear. Pansy widened her eyes and for a second she felt a cold and cutting shiver run down her spine. She had to lean against the wall, to support herself. Surely Goyle isn’t thinking of…
“Huh?” came the unintelligent reply from Crabbe. Both boys were oblivious to the girl hiding in the doorway to the common room. Yet Goyle took a look around the common room, to make sure no one was around. After subjectively reassuring himself that no one but him and his childhood friend were to witness this discussion, he continued.
“Look, the way I see it, we both like her. And only one of us can have her officially. But…”
Crabbe was still looking at Goyle as if he was talking in a different tongue. So there was only one thing for him to do, clearly state what was on his mind.
“Crabbe, you and I both want her. After she chooses one of us, we will just plainly share her! This way, we both win at the end!”
Crabbe’s chubby face lit up and he turned a dark shade of red. He gulped rather loudly and nodded eagerly.
“Good! But don’t tell anyone about this. Not to Pansy, and especially not to Draco. You know that he is still in love with her. But he’ll come around eventually,” said Goyle to a still eagerly nodding Crabbe.
Crabbe’s face snapped up to his friend in realisation and he hesitantly asked: “What about Pansy? She won’t just agree to this.”
Pansy leaned herself forward and peeked around the corner to see the boys faces. Goyles had a wide and maniacal grin and Crabbe was ‘Weasley-rivalling’ red.
“My father is teaching me the Imperius and other Unforgivables after this year. She’ll agree to anything we tell her…” The conversation continued to a lower voice level, but Pansy had already heard enough.
Her hand shot up to her mouth and she ran back as quickly as possible to her room. Slamming the door shut and crashing onto her bed, her thoughts were all in a chaotic state. The only question that came to her was What could she do?
After half hour sobbing and punching her pillow with her fists, she took the parchment from the ministry into her hands. Her red puffy eyes were reading the names of her suitors.
Goyle the maniacal brain, Crabbe the brainless ogre-head and …William Weasley the blood traitor.
She let out a body shaking sob again and looked out of her window. For Merlin’s sake, Pansy! Screw everything! Who cares if a Weasley is a blood traitor? They at least have some pride. I am sure a Weasley would never suggest of sharing his wife with another horney bastard.
After making her final decision about her choices, she stood up and went to her table. Taking fresh parchment out of a drawer and sitting down, she began to write.
Dear Mr Weasley…I wanted to inform you of my decision …
Author: vodooman
Rating: G
Genre: humour, romance, marriage law, AU
Characters/Pairings: Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle,
Short summary: A marriage law fic, with different characters than usual.
Any warnings: none.
Disclaimer: HP and its characters are not mine. I only write Fan fiction.
A/N: This is a story I’ve already posted on my fanfic.net account. I’ve had it already up for a long time, and then only recently re-found it... and now I’m putting it up here... So, if you like it, hate it... tell me, so I know why...
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Chapter 1: A choice to make
Pansy Parkinson was Slytherin’s most wanted girl. All of the Slytherin boys, regardless of what age, held some sort of crush for her. Huffelpuff and Ravenclaw boys weren’t any different. There was even the one or other Gryffindor chap with a liking for her, even though none of them would ever admit to it. The point was, Pansy Parkinson was probably one of the most wanted girls in all of Hogwarts. And that she knew.
So when the current Minister of Magic, Mr Thompson, or as most Slytherin’s liked to call him ‘Bootlicker Thompson’, decided to order a new decree she was one of those that was absolutely opposed to it. Truth be told, the magical community was shrinking in size at a rapid rate. For that matter of fact, Minister Thompson decided that more marriages would bring the long awaited baby boom, after the final fall of you-know-who.
Bootlicker Thompson’s law dictated that any woman from seventeen and up would be married to any man of age seventeen and up. Because of a shortage in women, namely one woman came to three men in the magical community; rules were defined to give the impression of freedom of choice. One woman would be given the choice to choose her husband-to-be from three men. The marriage had to be set during a specific amount of time, and was absolute. If the woman, or in Pansy’s case the girl, didn’t choose, one of the men in the list would be selected randomly and the marriage would anyway take place.
Pansy was now sitting on her bed and looking at the list with the official ministry seal on it. She had the urge to raise an eye brow at her given choices. This must have been some sort of cosmic joke or so she decided. She tossed the parchment away and continued down to the common room.
Because of the Hogsmade weekend, most students where either enjoying their free time in Hogsmade or running around on the school property. In any case, Pansy decided that more alone time was good to think about whom she would have to choose.
As she was about to step into the common room she heard snickering and someone laughing. Curiously she halted and decided to spy on whatever was being said. She took a glimpse from behind the doorway and saw two out of three boys from her list.
Crabbe and Goyle were sitting on their usual seats, happiness written all over their faces. Pansy rolled her eyes and was sure that they could only be thinking about one thing, correct that, only two things could make those maroons happy. One was food; the other was probably the new decree. Before they probably would never had even the chance of having a girl let alone a wife, now they at least had a small chance of marriage.
Even though the thought of marrying either Crabbe or Goyle was absolutely disgusting she couldn’t imagine marrying the last person on the list. Her parents would probably disown her, if she made the decision of taking a blood traitor as a husband. So now she just had to decide which of the two goblins she would take for a husband. Still standing on the same spot, she was about to go over to them when she heard them start to talk.
“I am so excited. I can’t believe she’ll be choosing one of us!” said Goyle.
“I know what you mean; I had a crush on her, since the beginning of third year,” replied Crabbe with a distant gaze.
“I had a crush on her since the beginning of second year!” retorted Goyle a little too harsh.
Crabbe stood up suddenly and said probably the most intelligent thing she ever heard him say. “Well, she can only marry one of us.” His chubby hands clenched open and closed again. He continued with a louder voice. “We can’t both have her!”
Pansy was amused at the boy’s behaviour. She knew, because Draco had teased her with it, that there had been some fights over who was to carry her books for her, but seeing the actual thing was … funny. Yep, they really knew how to boost a girl’s ego up. But whatever she was thinking came to a horrifying halt in one second.
“We could both have her!” Goyle said slowly, yet very clear for her to hear. Pansy widened her eyes and for a second she felt a cold and cutting shiver run down her spine. She had to lean against the wall, to support herself. Surely Goyle isn’t thinking of…
“Huh?” came the unintelligent reply from Crabbe. Both boys were oblivious to the girl hiding in the doorway to the common room. Yet Goyle took a look around the common room, to make sure no one was around. After subjectively reassuring himself that no one but him and his childhood friend were to witness this discussion, he continued.
“Look, the way I see it, we both like her. And only one of us can have her officially. But…”
Crabbe was still looking at Goyle as if he was talking in a different tongue. So there was only one thing for him to do, clearly state what was on his mind.
“Crabbe, you and I both want her. After she chooses one of us, we will just plainly share her! This way, we both win at the end!”
Crabbe’s chubby face lit up and he turned a dark shade of red. He gulped rather loudly and nodded eagerly.
“Good! But don’t tell anyone about this. Not to Pansy, and especially not to Draco. You know that he is still in love with her. But he’ll come around eventually,” said Goyle to a still eagerly nodding Crabbe.
Crabbe’s face snapped up to his friend in realisation and he hesitantly asked: “What about Pansy? She won’t just agree to this.”
Pansy leaned herself forward and peeked around the corner to see the boys faces. Goyles had a wide and maniacal grin and Crabbe was ‘Weasley-rivalling’ red.
“My father is teaching me the Imperius and other Unforgivables after this year. She’ll agree to anything we tell her…” The conversation continued to a lower voice level, but Pansy had already heard enough.
Her hand shot up to her mouth and she ran back as quickly as possible to her room. Slamming the door shut and crashing onto her bed, her thoughts were all in a chaotic state. The only question that came to her was What could she do?
After half hour sobbing and punching her pillow with her fists, she took the parchment from the ministry into her hands. Her red puffy eyes were reading the names of her suitors.
Goyle the maniacal brain, Crabbe the brainless ogre-head and …William Weasley the blood traitor.
She let out a body shaking sob again and looked out of her window. For Merlin’s sake, Pansy! Screw everything! Who cares if a Weasley is a blood traitor? They at least have some pride. I am sure a Weasley would never suggest of sharing his wife with another horney bastard.
After making her final decision about her choices, she stood up and went to her table. Taking fresh parchment out of a drawer and sitting down, she began to write.
Dear Mr Weasley…I wanted to inform you of my decision …