"Runaway Heir," 1501 words so far
I've been writing "Runaway Heir" (plot inspired by "It Happened One Night") over at writing_game here. Will go back to writing maddened_stars (AU H/D Blackcest Sweeney Todd) on Sunday.
The prequel drabbles are "Candyfloss" and "Glass Trinket."
The first part was originally posted here last February (now F-locked).
Title: Runaway Heir--A Draco-centric inspired by "It Happened One Night"
Genre: non-magical AU, romantic comedy
Word Count: 1501 words so far. Expected length: 15,000 - 23,000 words *headdesk*
Rating: PG-13
Cast of Characters:
The Malfoy household
1. Draco Malfoy aka "Helena Granger"(a Durmstrang student, heir to the Malfoy fortune)
2. Lucius Malfoy (Draco's father, occasionally paranoid and often materialistic)
3. Narcissa Malfoy (Draco's fond mother)
4. Dobson aka "Dobby" (the Malfoys' chauffeur)
5. Winifred aka "Winky" (a maid at the Malfoy household)
The Parkinsons
1. Pansy Parkinson (Draco's childhood friend and fiancee)
2. Mrs. Parkinson (Pansy's mother, has a horrendous sense of style)
3. Mr. Parkinson (Pansy's father, Lucius' golf partner, more moneyed than the Malfoys)
4. Peaseblossom Parkinson (Pansy's little sister)
The Weasley household
1. Ginny Weasley (Draco's girlfriend who goes to Hogwarts)
2. Charlie Weasley (Ginny's brother, an adventurer who often goes on expeditions in Southeast Asia)
3. Ron Weasley (Ginny's brother, the reason why Lucius hates the Weasleys)
4. Arthur Weasley (Ginny's father, has a longstanding chess feud with Lucius)
5. Molly Weasley (Ginny's mother, likes to matchmake Ron w/ Hermione and Harry w/ Ginny)
Other people that Draco meets
1. Hermione Granger (an exchange student from the United States)
2. Colin Creevey (an annoyingly nosy bus passenger)
3. Severus Snape (Draco's godfather, runs a P.I. business)
4. Harry Potter (Ron and Ginny's friend, Hermione's host in England)
5. Sirius Black (Harry's godfather and Narcissa's infamous cousin)
Pairings: Draco/Ginny, hints of Draco/Hermione, then Draco/Charlie and H/D in the end. Bwahahahah X-D
Author's Note: Not beta-ed yet. Please point out mistakes, thank you!
Ginny was wearing that blue dress that never failed to drive Draco crazy. The front looked perfectly proper, but the hemline plunged to the middle of her back, showing off freckles adorning peaches and cream skin.
Draco always felt excited and vaguely lecherous as he placed a tentative hand on her exposed back. In Durmstrang he never had the chance to see a girl, let alone caress naked girl skin.
She threw him a challenging smile, and being a gentleman, how could he neglect his lady’s wishes? This was probably not what his father had in mind when he gave him all those lectures on being a proper gentleman, but having a warm, pliant body in one’s arms tended to disrupt one’s higher brain functions.
He gazed longingly at peach-scented lips and panicked a little. Ginny pressed herself insistently to his front. Oh God she wants me. What do I do now?
Drawing her close and breathing in the fruity scent of her shampoo, Draco begged his lower half to not rise up to the occasion. To no avail. What’s the etiquette of apologizing to a lady for being sexually excited? his brain asked inanely.
To his shock, far from slapping him, Ginny boldly rubbed her hip against his erection. Draco let out an involuntary moan at that.
Draco, those delectable lips curved. Master Draco, she repeated.
Wait, Master Draco?
Draco woke up with a groan. His Egyptian cotton sheets were tangled between his sweaty legs.
Without opening his eyes, he asked, “What is it, Dobby? If Mother’s complaining that I should be awake by now, tell her I’m entitled to sleep in one week in a whole year.”
Dobby-who once upon a time might have been Dobson, nobody remembers now-just stood there as Draco mumbled curses into his pillow.
“Madam had not said anything. Master Malfoy was the one who required Master Draco’s presence at the breakfast table.”
A cloud of wispy blond hair peeked out from underneath the heavy comforter.
“Oh, no. The Parkinsons have come for a visit, haven’t they?”
He sounded so desolate that Dobby had to disguise his laughter as a cough. “Ahem. Quite right, Sir. And Master Malfoy would like you to entertain Miss Parkinson.”
He then discreetly looked at the bed hangings as Draco, grumbling the whole time, stripped out of his silk pajamas.
“I don’t understand why Father wouldn’t approve of my relationship with Ginny.” He pulled on the nearest white shirt from his walk-in wardrobe.
“The Weasleys have been around longer than the Parkinsons, and Ginny is a thousand times prettier than Pansy.” Buttoning his shirt, he added, “Most importantly, Ginny actually likes football.”
Dobby didn’t bother hiding a snort.
“As Master Draco well knew already, the Weasleys are nowhere as moneyed as the Parkinsons. Miss Parkinson’s father plays golf with Master Malfoy. And-Miss Weasley’s father once insulted Master Malfoy’s chess skills.”
How could he forget? Father was in a tiff for weeks after Arthur Weasley said his son could beat Lucius any day even with a handicap.
Draco sulked. “My whole love life is ruined just because Ginny’s brother plays a better chess game than Father.”
*******
“Draco!”
That was all the warning he got before he found himself assaulted by blue ruffles and lavender perfume. Wincing, he gingerly removed overenthusiastic arms from their stranglehold around his neck.
“Pansy.” He quickly adopted a formal tone he usually reserved for his parents’ guests. “It’s ah-good to see you.”
Pansy pouted as Draco took a step backward away from her. If Draco were to be completely honest, his childhood friend was not unattractive. It was just a pity that she followed her mother’s unfortunate fashion choices.
Take her hair, for example. It used to be a straight bob that fell softly to her chin. Last year, Mrs Parkinson somehow convinced her that she looked better with a mass of tight curls that wouldn’t have looked out of place on a poodle.
As a whole, her appearance could be a magazine illustration on what not to attempt.
“Draco! I’ve missed you so much. Did you receive my letters?”
Dear God, the perfumed letters. They were almost as embarrassing as his mother’s weekly shipment of sweets. He swore Pansy must have used up at least half a bottle on the dozen or so letters she had sent him these past few months.
“I have been busy with examinations, Pansy. You know how important this year is.”
“Why of course, dear. I understand.” She batted mascara-laden eyelashes at him. “The Durmstrang curriculum is so much more rigorous than Hogwarts’.”
Draco gave her a sickly smile.
“Let’s leave the lovebirds alone, shall we?”
Lucius was watching their exchange with seeming satisfaction. To the left of him stood, if Lucius had his way, Draco’s future in-laws. Draco shuddered inwardly.
“Mr Parkinson, Mrs Parkinson,” Draco gave both adults a solemn nod.
There was a reason why his father wanted to connect their family to the Parkinsons. And it was not on account to their good taste (or rather, lack thereof).
“Oh, Draco. Must you be so formal?” Mrs Parkinson, all decked in purple and lace, gushed. “After all, we’re practically family.”
“Familiarity does not excuse bad manners, Mrs Parkinson.” Draco cut her off before she could invite him to call her “Mum.”
“Pansy and I will be in the gardens if you need us.”
“Must we, Draco?” Pansy wheedled. “I don’t want to drag my new dress in the dirt.”
Good riddance to that monstrosity. Aloud, he said, “Never fear, Pansy, we will stay on the stone pathway. We have the most beautiful briar roses that I just have to show you.”
Mrs Parkinson was beaming at both of them. “Oh, go and have a nice walk, dearie! We adults are just talking about boring business arrangements.”
As long as it’s not my marriage arrangement, Draco thought in despair.
“Shall we?” he offered his arm to a besotted-looking Pansy. Gathering her skirt, she took his arm and followed him out the French doors.
*******
Half an hour of Pansy coyly twirling her hair around gaudily painted nails had left Draco petrified at the prospect of a lifetime married to her.
This only renewed Draco’s resolve to break up their sham engagement. He knew Mother would be on his side since she had always found Mrs Parkinson aggravating. He suspected that her trip to London was timed to avoid entertaining the Parkinsons today.
Of course, her dislike of the Parkinsons didn’t necessarily mean she liked the Weasleys any better. Draco frowned. If she had her way, his engagement would last for decades with no marriage in sight. She still thought of him as her “little snapdragon”-far too young for any serious involvement, much less marriage.
Draco sighed. Short of eloping, he didn’t know how to make his parents acknowledge his relationship with Ginny as anything serious.
If it came to eloping, he couldn’t even make a getaway in his father’s car. A seventeen-year-old driving an Aston Martin would attract too much attention before he could go very far. There was also the small detail of not having a driver’s license. If only there’s a way to bribe Dobby to help him escape…
That’s it! Draco smacked himself on the forehead. He could borrow a chauffeur’s uniform from the laundry, and people on the streets wouldn’t look at him twice. And he could take the limousine, because his parents rarely use it outside of formal occasions. Brilliant.
Smiling with satisfaction, Draco schooled his expression in front of the mirror. It wouldn’t do to look too smug when he joined his father at the dinner table. In his head, he rehearsed what he would say to his father.
Walking down the marble staircase, he hummed a melody that he often heard practiced in the music room.
*******
“No, you may not break your engagement to Miss Parkinson.”
“Why not? You broke your engagement to Aunt Bellatrix because you fell in love with Mum.”
Lucius looked at his heir impassively.
“Draco, I could not be expected to marry a bloodthirsty psychopath-no matter how much I respected your grandfather.”
Draco personally thought that a bloodthirsty psychopath was better than someone who wielded perfume like an arsenal.
“However.” Lucius said in a conciliatory tone that usually meant a speech was imminent. “I am not a cold, heartless man.”
Draco eyed his father suspiciously. It was not like his father to capitulate so easily.
“I will honor your decision if you choose to marry Pansy's sister instead.”
“Peaseblossom is only five!” Draco stood up abruptly, sending his chair skittering backward.
“Then you'll have to wait patiently for twelve years.” Lucius said without missing a beat. “Dobby, the pudding please.”
Ignoring his etiquette lessons, Draco attacked his chocolate pudding as if it was solely responsible for his miserable plight.
“You should watch that temper of yours. Blacks and their unholy tantrums.” His father shook his head disapprovingly.
In answer, Draco shoved another spoonful of pudding into his mouth.
Cross-dressing scene with Hermione More to come...
The prequel drabbles are "Candyfloss" and "Glass Trinket."
The first part was originally posted here last February (now F-locked).
Title: Runaway Heir--A Draco-centric inspired by "It Happened One Night"
Genre: non-magical AU, romantic comedy
Word Count: 1501 words so far. Expected length: 15,000 - 23,000 words *headdesk*
Rating: PG-13
Cast of Characters:
The Malfoy household
1. Draco Malfoy aka "Helena Granger"(a Durmstrang student, heir to the Malfoy fortune)
2. Lucius Malfoy (Draco's father, occasionally paranoid and often materialistic)
3. Narcissa Malfoy (Draco's fond mother)
4. Dobson aka "Dobby" (the Malfoys' chauffeur)
5. Winifred aka "Winky" (a maid at the Malfoy household)
The Parkinsons
1. Pansy Parkinson (Draco's childhood friend and fiancee)
2. Mrs. Parkinson (Pansy's mother, has a horrendous sense of style)
3. Mr. Parkinson (Pansy's father, Lucius' golf partner, more moneyed than the Malfoys)
4. Peaseblossom Parkinson (Pansy's little sister)
The Weasley household
1. Ginny Weasley (Draco's girlfriend who goes to Hogwarts)
2. Charlie Weasley (Ginny's brother, an adventurer who often goes on expeditions in Southeast Asia)
3. Ron Weasley (Ginny's brother, the reason why Lucius hates the Weasleys)
4. Arthur Weasley (Ginny's father, has a longstanding chess feud with Lucius)
5. Molly Weasley (Ginny's mother, likes to matchmake Ron w/ Hermione and Harry w/ Ginny)
Other people that Draco meets
1. Hermione Granger (an exchange student from the United States)
2. Colin Creevey (an annoyingly nosy bus passenger)
3. Severus Snape (Draco's godfather, runs a P.I. business)
4. Harry Potter (Ron and Ginny's friend, Hermione's host in England)
5. Sirius Black (Harry's godfather and Narcissa's infamous cousin)
Pairings: Draco/Ginny, hints of Draco/Hermione, then Draco/Charlie and H/D in the end. Bwahahahah X-D
Author's Note: Not beta-ed yet. Please point out mistakes, thank you!
Ginny was wearing that blue dress that never failed to drive Draco crazy. The front looked perfectly proper, but the hemline plunged to the middle of her back, showing off freckles adorning peaches and cream skin.
Draco always felt excited and vaguely lecherous as he placed a tentative hand on her exposed back. In Durmstrang he never had the chance to see a girl, let alone caress naked girl skin.
She threw him a challenging smile, and being a gentleman, how could he neglect his lady’s wishes? This was probably not what his father had in mind when he gave him all those lectures on being a proper gentleman, but having a warm, pliant body in one’s arms tended to disrupt one’s higher brain functions.
He gazed longingly at peach-scented lips and panicked a little. Ginny pressed herself insistently to his front. Oh God she wants me. What do I do now?
Drawing her close and breathing in the fruity scent of her shampoo, Draco begged his lower half to not rise up to the occasion. To no avail. What’s the etiquette of apologizing to a lady for being sexually excited? his brain asked inanely.
To his shock, far from slapping him, Ginny boldly rubbed her hip against his erection. Draco let out an involuntary moan at that.
Draco, those delectable lips curved. Master Draco, she repeated.
Wait, Master Draco?
Draco woke up with a groan. His Egyptian cotton sheets were tangled between his sweaty legs.
Without opening his eyes, he asked, “What is it, Dobby? If Mother’s complaining that I should be awake by now, tell her I’m entitled to sleep in one week in a whole year.”
Dobby-who once upon a time might have been Dobson, nobody remembers now-just stood there as Draco mumbled curses into his pillow.
“Madam had not said anything. Master Malfoy was the one who required Master Draco’s presence at the breakfast table.”
A cloud of wispy blond hair peeked out from underneath the heavy comforter.
“Oh, no. The Parkinsons have come for a visit, haven’t they?”
He sounded so desolate that Dobby had to disguise his laughter as a cough. “Ahem. Quite right, Sir. And Master Malfoy would like you to entertain Miss Parkinson.”
He then discreetly looked at the bed hangings as Draco, grumbling the whole time, stripped out of his silk pajamas.
“I don’t understand why Father wouldn’t approve of my relationship with Ginny.” He pulled on the nearest white shirt from his walk-in wardrobe.
“The Weasleys have been around longer than the Parkinsons, and Ginny is a thousand times prettier than Pansy.” Buttoning his shirt, he added, “Most importantly, Ginny actually likes football.”
Dobby didn’t bother hiding a snort.
“As Master Draco well knew already, the Weasleys are nowhere as moneyed as the Parkinsons. Miss Parkinson’s father plays golf with Master Malfoy. And-Miss Weasley’s father once insulted Master Malfoy’s chess skills.”
How could he forget? Father was in a tiff for weeks after Arthur Weasley said his son could beat Lucius any day even with a handicap.
Draco sulked. “My whole love life is ruined just because Ginny’s brother plays a better chess game than Father.”
*******
“Draco!”
That was all the warning he got before he found himself assaulted by blue ruffles and lavender perfume. Wincing, he gingerly removed overenthusiastic arms from their stranglehold around his neck.
“Pansy.” He quickly adopted a formal tone he usually reserved for his parents’ guests. “It’s ah-good to see you.”
Pansy pouted as Draco took a step backward away from her. If Draco were to be completely honest, his childhood friend was not unattractive. It was just a pity that she followed her mother’s unfortunate fashion choices.
Take her hair, for example. It used to be a straight bob that fell softly to her chin. Last year, Mrs Parkinson somehow convinced her that she looked better with a mass of tight curls that wouldn’t have looked out of place on a poodle.
As a whole, her appearance could be a magazine illustration on what not to attempt.
“Draco! I’ve missed you so much. Did you receive my letters?”
Dear God, the perfumed letters. They were almost as embarrassing as his mother’s weekly shipment of sweets. He swore Pansy must have used up at least half a bottle on the dozen or so letters she had sent him these past few months.
“I have been busy with examinations, Pansy. You know how important this year is.”
“Why of course, dear. I understand.” She batted mascara-laden eyelashes at him. “The Durmstrang curriculum is so much more rigorous than Hogwarts’.”
Draco gave her a sickly smile.
“Let’s leave the lovebirds alone, shall we?”
Lucius was watching their exchange with seeming satisfaction. To the left of him stood, if Lucius had his way, Draco’s future in-laws. Draco shuddered inwardly.
“Mr Parkinson, Mrs Parkinson,” Draco gave both adults a solemn nod.
There was a reason why his father wanted to connect their family to the Parkinsons. And it was not on account to their good taste (or rather, lack thereof).
“Oh, Draco. Must you be so formal?” Mrs Parkinson, all decked in purple and lace, gushed. “After all, we’re practically family.”
“Familiarity does not excuse bad manners, Mrs Parkinson.” Draco cut her off before she could invite him to call her “Mum.”
“Pansy and I will be in the gardens if you need us.”
“Must we, Draco?” Pansy wheedled. “I don’t want to drag my new dress in the dirt.”
Good riddance to that monstrosity. Aloud, he said, “Never fear, Pansy, we will stay on the stone pathway. We have the most beautiful briar roses that I just have to show you.”
Mrs Parkinson was beaming at both of them. “Oh, go and have a nice walk, dearie! We adults are just talking about boring business arrangements.”
As long as it’s not my marriage arrangement, Draco thought in despair.
“Shall we?” he offered his arm to a besotted-looking Pansy. Gathering her skirt, she took his arm and followed him out the French doors.
*******
Half an hour of Pansy coyly twirling her hair around gaudily painted nails had left Draco petrified at the prospect of a lifetime married to her.
This only renewed Draco’s resolve to break up their sham engagement. He knew Mother would be on his side since she had always found Mrs Parkinson aggravating. He suspected that her trip to London was timed to avoid entertaining the Parkinsons today.
Of course, her dislike of the Parkinsons didn’t necessarily mean she liked the Weasleys any better. Draco frowned. If she had her way, his engagement would last for decades with no marriage in sight. She still thought of him as her “little snapdragon”-far too young for any serious involvement, much less marriage.
Draco sighed. Short of eloping, he didn’t know how to make his parents acknowledge his relationship with Ginny as anything serious.
If it came to eloping, he couldn’t even make a getaway in his father’s car. A seventeen-year-old driving an Aston Martin would attract too much attention before he could go very far. There was also the small detail of not having a driver’s license. If only there’s a way to bribe Dobby to help him escape…
That’s it! Draco smacked himself on the forehead. He could borrow a chauffeur’s uniform from the laundry, and people on the streets wouldn’t look at him twice. And he could take the limousine, because his parents rarely use it outside of formal occasions. Brilliant.
Smiling with satisfaction, Draco schooled his expression in front of the mirror. It wouldn’t do to look too smug when he joined his father at the dinner table. In his head, he rehearsed what he would say to his father.
Walking down the marble staircase, he hummed a melody that he often heard practiced in the music room.
*******
“No, you may not break your engagement to Miss Parkinson.”
“Why not? You broke your engagement to Aunt Bellatrix because you fell in love with Mum.”
Lucius looked at his heir impassively.
“Draco, I could not be expected to marry a bloodthirsty psychopath-no matter how much I respected your grandfather.”
Draco personally thought that a bloodthirsty psychopath was better than someone who wielded perfume like an arsenal.
“However.” Lucius said in a conciliatory tone that usually meant a speech was imminent. “I am not a cold, heartless man.”
Draco eyed his father suspiciously. It was not like his father to capitulate so easily.
“I will honor your decision if you choose to marry Pansy's sister instead.”
“Peaseblossom is only five!” Draco stood up abruptly, sending his chair skittering backward.
“Then you'll have to wait patiently for twelve years.” Lucius said without missing a beat. “Dobby, the pudding please.”
Ignoring his etiquette lessons, Draco attacked his chocolate pudding as if it was solely responsible for his miserable plight.
“You should watch that temper of yours. Blacks and their unholy tantrums.” His father shook his head disapprovingly.
In answer, Draco shoved another spoonful of pudding into his mouth.
Cross-dressing scene with Hermione More to come...