Part 3/5: bootlickers decree
Fandom: Harry Potter
Author: vodooman
Rating: G
Genre: humour, romance, marriage law, AU
Characters/Pairings: Bill, Molly
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 3: Why you should help
Bill Weasley entered the three broomsticks and looked around. He knew what the girl looked like, because Ron had a picture of her … for some reason. Now that he thought about it, he was a little curious to know why exactly his little brother had had a picture of a Slytherin girl stuck on his room wall.
After taking another good look around, he determined that his little problem hadn’t arrived yet. Fine with me! He thought, and sat at a deserted table in the far corner. He ordered a butter beer and waited for the arrival of his … what exactly is she anyway? She isn’t going to be more than an acquaintance after all, he decided.
Sipping on his butter beer, his eyes watched the entrance door carefully. Every now and then students or other people entered or exited the pub. His eyes fell to the door when someone yet again entered.
There in the doorway stood Draco Malfoy, proud and tall, just like his father used to before the fall of their Dark Lord; behind him stood a pale little girl. Bill recognised her as his little problem, and wondered why she would bring backup with her. Did they intend to scare him or something like that. At that thought, Bill quirked an eyebrow up.
Draco looked around and found a Weasley chap sitting in a far corner. His face was scared but still handsome. His eyebrow rose and he looked quite intimidating. But all of this could not stop Draco in his determination. He took Pansy’s hand and led her to the Weasley.
“William Weasley?” Draco asked, with the usual arrogance true to his status.
The man only nodded and continued to sip on his drink. Draco was about to comment something, but Pansy patted his shoulder from behind, and sat down across the man. She looked up to him when he didn’t move and shook her head.
Disgusted at the absurdness of this situation Draco still complied. Bill put his half full mug down and looked at the girl, whose head was bowed, and looked like she had a fascinating interest in playing with her fingers lying now in her lap.
“No need for the backup, Miss Parkinson. I am just here to inform you that I am declining the offer or better to say your choice.”
Both Draco’s and Pansy’s head snapped up. Draco overcame his shock and began to speak. “Listen, if this is about the wedding bill or payment for anything else, I am willing to pay what ever it costs.”
Oh, that little shit head! “No, it’s not about money, Mr Malfoy. I am not interested in a marriage at this moment in time.” Bill was quite pleased with himself, that he didn’t let the famous Weasley temper get the better of him.
“Well, that’s no problem. As far as I know you have a period of one year, until marriage.”
“Mr Malfoy, I don’t think you understand. I will not be marrying Miss Parkinson. Not now, and not in a years time.” He stressed each word separately, hoping the little prick before him got the message, or else he’d have to punch it into him.
“Look, Weasley. … I’ll owe you a favour, if you help us out on this.”
Was he trying to imply something? Bill gave it a thought. Could it be, that they came together to make a point? Was she only marrying him as a decoy? So that the little shit head could still date and meet with his then-wife? Well, they are both wrong!
A now very angry Bill gave Draco his best icy glare and then said with as much malice and hatred as he could muster. “No.” All of this was still calm. No one of the two had started to shout or started a fight, like it was common for a Malfoy-Weasley confrontation.
Draco took a deep breath, as he said what he said next. “Look Weasley. It’s hard enough to give up the woman I loved for such a long time to another man. Please don’t make me plead…” His hand balled into a fist, and he clenched his teeth, shoving all Malfoy pride aside. “… ‘cause I probably would.”
Bill stared at the boy-man in front of him. His face showed humiliation and he was in clear emotional pain. His plead sounded sincere, and he couldn’t shake of the feeling seeing himself sitting in his position. Him, pleading to Fleur not to leave him.
Draco was at his last straw. Couldn’t the man in front of him see that they needed his help? Did he have to spell it out for him? Then again, he probably had to, seeing that he was dealing with a Weasley. And Pansy! Why was she so keen on marrying Weasley? Wouldn’t Crabbe or Goyle be a better choice? Sure, they were both disgustingly ugly and fat, but they could provide for her. They had enough money for her to spend in one life time. She wouldn’t have to be exposed to the taunting that would result from marrying a blood traitor. But what ever the reasons for her behaviour, he had promised her to support her decision. And if she thought that Weasley was a good choice, for what ever reason, then he would swallow even his fathers pride and go through it with her.
When after some time, none of the men sitting with her spoke she looked up at both. Mr Weasley was hesitating on replying, and Draco looked like he had swallowed a very bitter and disgusting potion. Her face softened and she looked away for a time.
She hadn’t told Draco why she chose a Weasley over his friends. But he had accepted her decision and told her he supported her, after she assured him of having a good reason for her behaviour. She wanted to avoid making trouble as long as possible, and had hoped her choice, the man in front of her, would be delighted to marry a woman with a large dowry. But the man in front of her was as proud as Draco, and she had the feeling that only the truth could help her.
A quiet and small voice interrupted both men out of their thinking, as Pansy finally spoke up. “Mr Weasley, I need your help!”
Bill looked up and was surprised to see the little, delicate girl staring into his eyes. She had a look of determination on her that impressed him. Even more impressive to him was the fact that she didn’t shudder or look away from his face. When she made sure to have his attention she continued.
“The reason I chose you, is because I will not be a whore to anyone. I wish to marry a man that doesn’t share me with his best friend!” Tears filled her proud face, but she blinked them away. She reminded herself, that Parkinson’s and Slytherin’s don’t cry in public.
Draco looked at her, and spoke with final understanding. “Is that the reason, why you chose him? Crabbe and Goyle told you they’d share you?”
But Pansy didn’t look back at Draco; she kept her gaze at Bill and continued. “I overheard them talking in the common room. Goyle said they’d make sure I complied, by using what they will learn from his father. I am not a whore, Mr Weasley. I am not loose and I have never let a boy near me. And I have every right, just like any of the other non-Slytherin girl, to live respectable. So please help me…”
She stopped, catching a sob that was threatening to escape. But Bill saw her shake a little, and was extremely stunned at her display of strength.
“I beg you, Mr Weasley, do the right thing. Don’t let them get me.”
Bill had no idea what her real reason for her choice was. He was impressed with her strength. She had looked him in the eyes, and then confined in him. At that moment, he just couldn’t help himself, he had seen Fleur for a second. When she had told his mother that their marriage was anyway happening. His face softened and he felt sorry for the girl before him.
It had probably been a blow to her, having to make the choice between perverted, dirty little boys, or a man known to her social surroundings as a blood traitor. He leant back and took a good look at the girl.
He couldn’t just abandon the girl, like a stray cat. She had made an appeal to his sense of rightness, she had asked him to do what was right in this situation. He knew, that his own thoughts on this didn’t matter anymore. He would have to take her under his care, into his protection. To protect her from those that wanted to do her wrong.
Bill moved his hands across the table and reached for hers. “I promise you Miss Parkinson, I won’t let harm come to you.” He squeezed her hands reassuringly. “I will inform the ministry of our marriage.”
Pansy gave him a thankful nod and was oblivious to Draco standing up. He looked at the couple still sitting at the table. He knew now, why she had not told him why she chose the Weasley. And he knew now, that all of his hopes of ever coming together with her were shattered. His face softened, and he told himself it was time to let go of his love to her. He couldn’t protect her from what might have happened. But he was happy that the man in front of him could.
Draco extended his hand to Bill. At this Bill looked into the young mans face and saw defeat as well as gratefulness. He too extended his hand. Draco took it and while shaking it, he told Pansy with a felling of finality, “I’ll wait outside. You can take your time.”
With that, he turned and exited the pub.
Author: vodooman
Rating: G
Genre: humour, romance, marriage law, AU
Characters/Pairings: Bill, Molly
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 3: Why you should help
Bill Weasley entered the three broomsticks and looked around. He knew what the girl looked like, because Ron had a picture of her … for some reason. Now that he thought about it, he was a little curious to know why exactly his little brother had had a picture of a Slytherin girl stuck on his room wall.
After taking another good look around, he determined that his little problem hadn’t arrived yet. Fine with me! He thought, and sat at a deserted table in the far corner. He ordered a butter beer and waited for the arrival of his … what exactly is she anyway? She isn’t going to be more than an acquaintance after all, he decided.
Sipping on his butter beer, his eyes watched the entrance door carefully. Every now and then students or other people entered or exited the pub. His eyes fell to the door when someone yet again entered.
There in the doorway stood Draco Malfoy, proud and tall, just like his father used to before the fall of their Dark Lord; behind him stood a pale little girl. Bill recognised her as his little problem, and wondered why she would bring backup with her. Did they intend to scare him or something like that. At that thought, Bill quirked an eyebrow up.
Draco looked around and found a Weasley chap sitting in a far corner. His face was scared but still handsome. His eyebrow rose and he looked quite intimidating. But all of this could not stop Draco in his determination. He took Pansy’s hand and led her to the Weasley.
“William Weasley?” Draco asked, with the usual arrogance true to his status.
The man only nodded and continued to sip on his drink. Draco was about to comment something, but Pansy patted his shoulder from behind, and sat down across the man. She looked up to him when he didn’t move and shook her head.
Disgusted at the absurdness of this situation Draco still complied. Bill put his half full mug down and looked at the girl, whose head was bowed, and looked like she had a fascinating interest in playing with her fingers lying now in her lap.
“No need for the backup, Miss Parkinson. I am just here to inform you that I am declining the offer or better to say your choice.”
Both Draco’s and Pansy’s head snapped up. Draco overcame his shock and began to speak. “Listen, if this is about the wedding bill or payment for anything else, I am willing to pay what ever it costs.”
Oh, that little shit head! “No, it’s not about money, Mr Malfoy. I am not interested in a marriage at this moment in time.” Bill was quite pleased with himself, that he didn’t let the famous Weasley temper get the better of him.
“Well, that’s no problem. As far as I know you have a period of one year, until marriage.”
“Mr Malfoy, I don’t think you understand. I will not be marrying Miss Parkinson. Not now, and not in a years time.” He stressed each word separately, hoping the little prick before him got the message, or else he’d have to punch it into him.
“Look, Weasley. … I’ll owe you a favour, if you help us out on this.”
Was he trying to imply something? Bill gave it a thought. Could it be, that they came together to make a point? Was she only marrying him as a decoy? So that the little shit head could still date and meet with his then-wife? Well, they are both wrong!
A now very angry Bill gave Draco his best icy glare and then said with as much malice and hatred as he could muster. “No.” All of this was still calm. No one of the two had started to shout or started a fight, like it was common for a Malfoy-Weasley confrontation.
Draco took a deep breath, as he said what he said next. “Look Weasley. It’s hard enough to give up the woman I loved for such a long time to another man. Please don’t make me plead…” His hand balled into a fist, and he clenched his teeth, shoving all Malfoy pride aside. “… ‘cause I probably would.”
Bill stared at the boy-man in front of him. His face showed humiliation and he was in clear emotional pain. His plead sounded sincere, and he couldn’t shake of the feeling seeing himself sitting in his position. Him, pleading to Fleur not to leave him.
Draco was at his last straw. Couldn’t the man in front of him see that they needed his help? Did he have to spell it out for him? Then again, he probably had to, seeing that he was dealing with a Weasley. And Pansy! Why was she so keen on marrying Weasley? Wouldn’t Crabbe or Goyle be a better choice? Sure, they were both disgustingly ugly and fat, but they could provide for her. They had enough money for her to spend in one life time. She wouldn’t have to be exposed to the taunting that would result from marrying a blood traitor. But what ever the reasons for her behaviour, he had promised her to support her decision. And if she thought that Weasley was a good choice, for what ever reason, then he would swallow even his fathers pride and go through it with her.
When after some time, none of the men sitting with her spoke she looked up at both. Mr Weasley was hesitating on replying, and Draco looked like he had swallowed a very bitter and disgusting potion. Her face softened and she looked away for a time.
She hadn’t told Draco why she chose a Weasley over his friends. But he had accepted her decision and told her he supported her, after she assured him of having a good reason for her behaviour. She wanted to avoid making trouble as long as possible, and had hoped her choice, the man in front of her, would be delighted to marry a woman with a large dowry. But the man in front of her was as proud as Draco, and she had the feeling that only the truth could help her.
A quiet and small voice interrupted both men out of their thinking, as Pansy finally spoke up. “Mr Weasley, I need your help!”
Bill looked up and was surprised to see the little, delicate girl staring into his eyes. She had a look of determination on her that impressed him. Even more impressive to him was the fact that she didn’t shudder or look away from his face. When she made sure to have his attention she continued.
“The reason I chose you, is because I will not be a whore to anyone. I wish to marry a man that doesn’t share me with his best friend!” Tears filled her proud face, but she blinked them away. She reminded herself, that Parkinson’s and Slytherin’s don’t cry in public.
Draco looked at her, and spoke with final understanding. “Is that the reason, why you chose him? Crabbe and Goyle told you they’d share you?”
But Pansy didn’t look back at Draco; she kept her gaze at Bill and continued. “I overheard them talking in the common room. Goyle said they’d make sure I complied, by using what they will learn from his father. I am not a whore, Mr Weasley. I am not loose and I have never let a boy near me. And I have every right, just like any of the other non-Slytherin girl, to live respectable. So please help me…”
She stopped, catching a sob that was threatening to escape. But Bill saw her shake a little, and was extremely stunned at her display of strength.
“I beg you, Mr Weasley, do the right thing. Don’t let them get me.”
Bill had no idea what her real reason for her choice was. He was impressed with her strength. She had looked him in the eyes, and then confined in him. At that moment, he just couldn’t help himself, he had seen Fleur for a second. When she had told his mother that their marriage was anyway happening. His face softened and he felt sorry for the girl before him.
It had probably been a blow to her, having to make the choice between perverted, dirty little boys, or a man known to her social surroundings as a blood traitor. He leant back and took a good look at the girl.
He couldn’t just abandon the girl, like a stray cat. She had made an appeal to his sense of rightness, she had asked him to do what was right in this situation. He knew, that his own thoughts on this didn’t matter anymore. He would have to take her under his care, into his protection. To protect her from those that wanted to do her wrong.
Bill moved his hands across the table and reached for hers. “I promise you Miss Parkinson, I won’t let harm come to you.” He squeezed her hands reassuringly. “I will inform the ministry of our marriage.”
Pansy gave him a thankful nod and was oblivious to Draco standing up. He looked at the couple still sitting at the table. He knew now, why she had not told him why she chose the Weasley. And he knew now, that all of his hopes of ever coming together with her were shattered. His face softened, and he told himself it was time to let go of his love to her. He couldn’t protect her from what might have happened. But he was happy that the man in front of him could.
Draco extended his hand to Bill. At this Bill looked into the young mans face and saw defeat as well as gratefulness. He too extended his hand. Draco took it and while shaking it, he told Pansy with a felling of finality, “I’ll wait outside. You can take your time.”
With that, he turned and exited the pub.