Part 4/5: bootlickers decree
Fandom: Harry Potter
Author: vodooman
Rating: G
Genre: humour, romance, marriage law, AU
Characters/Pairings: Pansy, Greyback
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 4: Being late
To Pansy’s delightful surprise things seemed to solve themselves rather easily. For one, her parents were not opposed to her marriage decision. Instead her father had even commented positively on her choice in one of his letter to her. Her mother had sent her a letter with the same owl explained to her that the reason for that was, that Mr Parkinson was trying to re-enter the Ministry of Magic; and what better way, than through her marriage.
Her other problem, well really not problem any more, namely Crabbe and Goyle never dared to be in the same room with her alone. She wasn’t quite sure what the exact conversation with them and Draco had been, but it must have been quite a shocker. Whenever she saw one of them in the corridors at Hogwarts, they would turn instantly pale and make a run like ‘you-know-who’ himself was after them. Pansy for her part concluded that Draco’s threat must have been along that line.
Mr Weasley had allowed her to call him Bill on the very same day they first met. He had said something like “Can’t walk around and call your fiancé or husband Mr” and continued the conversation they had had.
After her first meeting with him, they decided that the occasional letter by owl would be beneficial to both of them. She had actually always enjoyed reading his letter and the little comments he made about this and that. In one of them, he had even asked if Crabbe or Goyle had ever tried to approach her again. Of course he hadn’t called them by their names, rather given them names. But all in all she was sure that a marriage with him would be stimulating on the intellectual level.
Her finals and the graduation went all smooth, making her wonder if after all of this goodness given to her, she might get some hardship thrown at her. Just to balance the universe out.
And today was a very special day for Pansy. Today she would meet his parent officially. The thought of meeting them, and having to make a good impression got her into the current mess she found herself in at the moment. She had spent quite a lot of time just to prepare for this even, that she was now actually running late for the actual thing.
She was just about to step into the family carriage when her mother approached her and asked. “Pansy, darling. Why aren’t you using the floo-network? Will you not be late for your first meeting with his parents?”
Pansy looked at her mother, and for a moment she was wondering if her mother was serious or just joking with her. Hadn’t she seen all the work she put into looking what she looked now. “Mom, if I use the floo, I’ll look horrible. I spent already three hours picking out the right dress, two on my face and make up, another two just for the nails and about four to fix my hair in a presentable fashion! I can’t use the floo!” she shrieked.
Having said all this, she winced after realising that she sounded like a little stupid teen, with petty problems. But truth be told, she had never been this nervous in her life before. She wanted to make a good first time impression on her soon to be in-laws.
“Ah, darling. I really don’t know why you are stressing yourself so much. It’s just the Weasley family after all.” Rolling her eyes, Mrs Parkinson really had to wonder, if her daughter wasn’t taking the upcoming marriage a little too serious.
“I really want to make a good impression. Even stun them, if possible. I want Bi… I mean I want Mr Weasley to be able to show off with me.” Right, mom and dad won’t appreciate me calling him Bill in front of them.
“Well, even if you dressed in a potato sac, he’d still be able to show off with you. Why are you so keen on that anyway?”
Now that was a question Pansy really couldn’t answer. Instead she stepped into the carriage and waved her mother good bye, dismissing the conversation altogether. She was already late, no need to be even more so.
The carriage took off, and all Pansy could think about were the parting words of her mother. Really, who doesn’t want to look presentable to the parents of the man one will marry. I will be spending at least five years with him, by decree. So, seeing his parents is unavoidable. I mean besides it was him who told me to look my best. To even try to impress his mom if possible. I … I just want to be agreeable to him. Really.
As the family carriage rattled on, and the shaking grew a little, indicating them to have left their family estate and continued on their way to the Weasley’s, her discomfort grew. Being late to a party was one thing. But being late to a family dinner, with the in-laws none the less, was absolutely scandalous.
Damn that Minister. Bootlicker Thompson really did it this time. Why did he have to ban Apparation for all people under twenty-five? That man is just so incompetent. Really! … Abuse of Apparation by Death Eaters … Everybody knows that most Death Eaters were older than twenty-five. Ohh… that horrible failure of a Minister. Even Fudge was better than him!...
She was suddenly thrown out of her mussing, when the carriage stopped. Wondering if she had already arrived at the Burrow, she looked out of the window. That action and subsequent sight only confirmed that they were still some distance away. In a forest to be precise.
Something was odd. Pansy had a strange gut feeling. She stepped out of the carriage and looked around. When she turned her head, into the direction they were heading, a man was standing there on the street. Again just odd, thought Pansy.
Looking closely she saw that the clothes he was wearing were smeared with blood, and much too loose for him. They looked like they actually belong to someone else. Someone, who must have been bigger and chubbier than the man standing in front of her. When she looked up and recognised his face, her eyes widened, and she knew she must look just the way he liked his prey look.
Greyback!
Without even a second thought, she started to dash into the forest. She didn’t even look where she was heading or look back. She only wanted to run and get into safety before nightfall and a possible full moon.
Her eyes widened at the realisation that today really was a full moon. That somehow gave her the required energy boost to make her even quicker than she already was.
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Greyback was running leisurely after the Parkinson chit. It really was amusing to see her face when it dawned to her who he was.
After escaping from Askaban he had found an old copy of yesterdays Prophet. In there he had found an article about that damn Weasley who got him captured and sent him to Askaban. Weasley was standing with the daughter of that coward Parkinson. The article read something about a marriage, love at first sight, and a happy relationship. He had instantly rolled his eyes at the mushy article written by Rita Sketa and then torn it to pieces. He had seen red and all he could think about was revenge…
So that Weasley is in love with the girl, huh… After I have killed her and torn her heart out, I’ll present it to him. And then I’ll kill him. He’ll die with the knowledge that the last thing his girl saw was my claws and teeth piercing into her lovely young skin… hehhehehe… then my revenge for imprisoning me into that madhouse will be complete.
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Pansy was not happy! Not happy at all! Her muscles ached, and burned. She was panting and still couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. She was sweating like Goyle on a hot summer day, and to make it all worse she was sure to have a ladder in her nylons.
She could feel already her body speed down and on the verge of collapsing. Just as she was about to stop to catch her breath she heard the most dreaded sound in this situation; a howl.
Her next action was a severe one. She turned her head into the direction of the howl. That caused her to slip and fall of from the small hill she was running on. She was now crashing, uncontrollable, into bushes and small trees. Her face was scarred and she tried protecting it by pulling her arms in front of it. She felt a rolling sensation, saw from the corner of her eye sight that everything was spinning… and then suddenly she felt horrible pain.
She must have crashed into something… Her last coherent thought before falling into unconsciousness was along the line of: Darn, I bet I look like a hag, they’ll never accept me now…
Author: vodooman
Rating: G
Genre: humour, romance, marriage law, AU
Characters/Pairings: Pansy, Greyback
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 4: Being late
To Pansy’s delightful surprise things seemed to solve themselves rather easily. For one, her parents were not opposed to her marriage decision. Instead her father had even commented positively on her choice in one of his letter to her. Her mother had sent her a letter with the same owl explained to her that the reason for that was, that Mr Parkinson was trying to re-enter the Ministry of Magic; and what better way, than through her marriage.
Her other problem, well really not problem any more, namely Crabbe and Goyle never dared to be in the same room with her alone. She wasn’t quite sure what the exact conversation with them and Draco had been, but it must have been quite a shocker. Whenever she saw one of them in the corridors at Hogwarts, they would turn instantly pale and make a run like ‘you-know-who’ himself was after them. Pansy for her part concluded that Draco’s threat must have been along that line.
Mr Weasley had allowed her to call him Bill on the very same day they first met. He had said something like “Can’t walk around and call your fiancé or husband Mr” and continued the conversation they had had.
After her first meeting with him, they decided that the occasional letter by owl would be beneficial to both of them. She had actually always enjoyed reading his letter and the little comments he made about this and that. In one of them, he had even asked if Crabbe or Goyle had ever tried to approach her again. Of course he hadn’t called them by their names, rather given them names. But all in all she was sure that a marriage with him would be stimulating on the intellectual level.
Her finals and the graduation went all smooth, making her wonder if after all of this goodness given to her, she might get some hardship thrown at her. Just to balance the universe out.
And today was a very special day for Pansy. Today she would meet his parent officially. The thought of meeting them, and having to make a good impression got her into the current mess she found herself in at the moment. She had spent quite a lot of time just to prepare for this even, that she was now actually running late for the actual thing.
She was just about to step into the family carriage when her mother approached her and asked. “Pansy, darling. Why aren’t you using the floo-network? Will you not be late for your first meeting with his parents?”
Pansy looked at her mother, and for a moment she was wondering if her mother was serious or just joking with her. Hadn’t she seen all the work she put into looking what she looked now. “Mom, if I use the floo, I’ll look horrible. I spent already three hours picking out the right dress, two on my face and make up, another two just for the nails and about four to fix my hair in a presentable fashion! I can’t use the floo!” she shrieked.
Having said all this, she winced after realising that she sounded like a little stupid teen, with petty problems. But truth be told, she had never been this nervous in her life before. She wanted to make a good first time impression on her soon to be in-laws.
“Ah, darling. I really don’t know why you are stressing yourself so much. It’s just the Weasley family after all.” Rolling her eyes, Mrs Parkinson really had to wonder, if her daughter wasn’t taking the upcoming marriage a little too serious.
“I really want to make a good impression. Even stun them, if possible. I want Bi… I mean I want Mr Weasley to be able to show off with me.” Right, mom and dad won’t appreciate me calling him Bill in front of them.
“Well, even if you dressed in a potato sac, he’d still be able to show off with you. Why are you so keen on that anyway?”
Now that was a question Pansy really couldn’t answer. Instead she stepped into the carriage and waved her mother good bye, dismissing the conversation altogether. She was already late, no need to be even more so.
The carriage took off, and all Pansy could think about were the parting words of her mother. Really, who doesn’t want to look presentable to the parents of the man one will marry. I will be spending at least five years with him, by decree. So, seeing his parents is unavoidable. I mean besides it was him who told me to look my best. To even try to impress his mom if possible. I … I just want to be agreeable to him. Really.
As the family carriage rattled on, and the shaking grew a little, indicating them to have left their family estate and continued on their way to the Weasley’s, her discomfort grew. Being late to a party was one thing. But being late to a family dinner, with the in-laws none the less, was absolutely scandalous.
Damn that Minister. Bootlicker Thompson really did it this time. Why did he have to ban Apparation for all people under twenty-five? That man is just so incompetent. Really! … Abuse of Apparation by Death Eaters … Everybody knows that most Death Eaters were older than twenty-five. Ohh… that horrible failure of a Minister. Even Fudge was better than him!...
She was suddenly thrown out of her mussing, when the carriage stopped. Wondering if she had already arrived at the Burrow, she looked out of the window. That action and subsequent sight only confirmed that they were still some distance away. In a forest to be precise.
Something was odd. Pansy had a strange gut feeling. She stepped out of the carriage and looked around. When she turned her head, into the direction they were heading, a man was standing there on the street. Again just odd, thought Pansy.
Looking closely she saw that the clothes he was wearing were smeared with blood, and much too loose for him. They looked like they actually belong to someone else. Someone, who must have been bigger and chubbier than the man standing in front of her. When she looked up and recognised his face, her eyes widened, and she knew she must look just the way he liked his prey look.
Greyback!
Without even a second thought, she started to dash into the forest. She didn’t even look where she was heading or look back. She only wanted to run and get into safety before nightfall and a possible full moon.
Her eyes widened at the realisation that today really was a full moon. That somehow gave her the required energy boost to make her even quicker than she already was.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Greyback was running leisurely after the Parkinson chit. It really was amusing to see her face when it dawned to her who he was.
After escaping from Askaban he had found an old copy of yesterdays Prophet. In there he had found an article about that damn Weasley who got him captured and sent him to Askaban. Weasley was standing with the daughter of that coward Parkinson. The article read something about a marriage, love at first sight, and a happy relationship. He had instantly rolled his eyes at the mushy article written by Rita Sketa and then torn it to pieces. He had seen red and all he could think about was revenge…
So that Weasley is in love with the girl, huh… After I have killed her and torn her heart out, I’ll present it to him. And then I’ll kill him. He’ll die with the knowledge that the last thing his girl saw was my claws and teeth piercing into her lovely young skin… hehhehehe… then my revenge for imprisoning me into that madhouse will be complete.
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Pansy was not happy! Not happy at all! Her muscles ached, and burned. She was panting and still couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. She was sweating like Goyle on a hot summer day, and to make it all worse she was sure to have a ladder in her nylons.
She could feel already her body speed down and on the verge of collapsing. Just as she was about to stop to catch her breath she heard the most dreaded sound in this situation; a howl.
Her next action was a severe one. She turned her head into the direction of the howl. That caused her to slip and fall of from the small hill she was running on. She was now crashing, uncontrollable, into bushes and small trees. Her face was scarred and she tried protecting it by pulling her arms in front of it. She felt a rolling sensation, saw from the corner of her eye sight that everything was spinning… and then suddenly she felt horrible pain.
She must have crashed into something… Her last coherent thought before falling into unconsciousness was along the line of: Darn, I bet I look like a hag, they’ll never accept me now…