Pride and Prejudice and Pure-bloods. Fic!
Drarry Pride and Prejudice fic! Written in modern times. Eventual smut toward the end. But only chapter 1 has been written. I will post chapter 1 on here, but the rest of the chapters will be posted on my fanfiction.net account. :) Enjoy, lovelies!
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9462105/1/Pride-and-Prejudice-and-Purebloods
"Oh my! My my my! Merlin! Oh heavens! Arthur! Arthur, dear!"
Arthur Weasley looked up from a fascinating conversation about light bulbs with Harry to pay attention to his frantic wife.
"Is something wrong?"
Mrs. Weasley's eyes gleamed and she held a letter up in triumph. The letter's carrier, an old, tired looking owl, hooted disdainfully before flapping out the kitchen window of the burrow and into the morning sky.
"No! It's wonderful! There's going to be a Wizard's ball! I haven't been to one in ages!"
"What's a Wizard's ball?" asked Harry as he took a mouthful of chocolate frog.
"You shouldn't eat that, darling. As an Auror, you need meat to keep your strength up. Why didn't you touch the bacon and eggs I made you?"
Harry smiled weakly and put the chocolate frog away. He had gotten to the burrow earlier than expected that morning, and Mrs. Weasley had promptly begun to make him breakfast despite his protests. He wasn't used to eating so early in the morning and didn't particularly like it. He was, however, always in the mood for a bit of chocolate.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Weasley. What is a Wizard's ball?"
"Remember the Yule ball you had? It's a bit like that, but more magical."
"What does that mea-"
"Oi! What's going on down here? Harry! You made it early, mate! Let me go get Hermione." Ron dashed away before Harry could protest. Muffled screams were soon heard from upstairs.
"Ron! GET THE BLOODY HELL OUT OF OUR ROOM!"
"Ginny! Ha-"
"IT'S FIVE IN THE MORNING!"
"What on earth is going on?!"
"Hermione, Har-"
"GET OUT! I'VE TOLD YOU A THOUSAND TO TIMES TO-"
"WHY IS EVERYONE YELLING?"
Harry thought that was Charlie's voice, but it might have been Bill.
"I just wanted to tell Hermione that Harry is here!"
There was a loud squeak and soon Hermione and Ron were running down the stairs and Harry was being pulled into a tight hug. He was glad his friends had missed him as much as he had missed them, but he was a bit worried that George had been woken up by the yelling. If so, there might be a prank in a future…
"You were gone so long, Harry! Can you tell us what assignment you were on now? I was worried sick!"
"'Mione, you know that's all official and secret stuff." He gave the woman a wink so she could know they would talk about it later. He couldn't discuss his high profile cases in public.
Ron clapped him on the back.
"I knew you would make it back in time for the wedding. I told Hermione to calm down, but she kept going on and on about who I'd pick for my best man if you didn't show up. Bloody drove me mad, this one."
"There's going to be a Wizard's ball!" Mrs. Weasley's shout caught everyone off guard and Harry grabbed for his wand on instinct.
"I CAN'T GET ANY SLEEP, CAN I?! Oh! Harry! Welcome back!"
Ginny skipped downstairs, followed by a smiling Luna Lovegood, and hugged Harry before grabbing a piece of toast and munching on it. Harry hadn't seen Ginny in over six months since his Auror schedule and her Quidditch schedule never matched up. It was just one of the many reasons that had kept them apart after the war, but Harry was grateful. He and Ginny had changed in so many ways that he didn't think they'd ever be able to be more than friends or fake siblings, even if he weren't gay. As for Luna, it didn't surprise Harry to see her here. He had become close with her after working a case involving rare magical beasts, and had learned that she had moved in with Ginny (upon Ginny's insistence) after her father died. Harry mused that he was closer to the blond than he was to Ginny these days. Time had an interesting way of twisting things.
Charlie and Bill came down the stairs with smiles on their faces, followed by an uncharacteristically quiet George. That didn't bode well for Harry…
"Bill! Charlie! How have you guys been? Where's Fleur?"
"Why are you all not listening! There is a ball! A WIZARD'S BALL!"
Ginny gasped and Fleur peeked her head out from the top of the stairs as if someone had mentioned that they were giving out free Galleons.
"Luna! We have to go shopping! Thanks mum!" And with that Ginny was out of sight with Luna following behind. It was strange to see the redhead's face pink with excitement over a ball when Harry usually saw her snarling as she raced across a Quidditch pitch.
"At last! Someone hears me!"
"What's a Wizard's ball?"
"I told you, Harry. It's magical. And it's being held by Neville Longbottom! What do you think Harry?"
"Er… Great?"
"Arthur is going to go formally call on Neville to make a good first impression after so many years, and then we need to get you and Ginny new robes. Oh, and Luna as well! That child might as well be my own. Now, Neville is an eligible young man and all three of you would be lucky to have him. I wonder if he prefers men or women…"
Harry blanched. What?! Mrs. Weasley was excited because she wanted to set him (or Ginny or Luna) up with Neville? And what on earth was a Wizard's Ball?!
"I'm fine, really, I don't need a boyfr-"
"Rubbish. You've been alone since you and Ginny didn't work out. A shame, really. But we must keep moving forward! Arthur! You will call on Neville, yes?"
"Of course, dear." Mr. Weasley looked as if he wanted to do nothing less than call on Neville, but there was no use fighting his wife when she got into one of these moods.
Harry groaned as Mrs. Weasley tugged on his arm, insisting that they needed to practice different hairstyles on him. "It always sticks up so much!" Ron gave him an encouraging smile as he was pulled up the stairs into Fleur's room. The blond gave him a wide grin and shut the door behind them, only to scowl as soon as Harry's hair turned bright pink.
George.
Draco Malfoy gave his menu back to the waiter of The Sleeping Dragon and turned to face Neville Longbottom.
"Now, why are you holding a Wizard's Ball of all things, Longbottom? This was supposed to be a business trip, not a Holiday. Especially not a Holiday in the 19th century."
Neville sighed helplessly, causing Draco to get more annoyed. Where does this man get off planning balls? Not even Malfoys throw balls anymore.
"I thought you of all people would be excited for a pureblood tradition, Draco. Honestly, I just thought it would be fun. My grandmother used to talk about them all the time when I was young and I always wanted to have one. Now that I have the money, I figured why not?"
"Why not? Because it's a waste of resources and it belongs in children's fairytales. A man of your dignity should not be throwing Wizard's Balls. A normal ball, fine. But a Wizard's Ball? You might as well decorate the room with fairies and pronounce to the world that you plan to find the love of your life."
Neville's cheeks reddened and Draco rolled his eyes. So that's what he's up to. I should have known.
"It will also be great for the community!" said Neville once he lost a bit of his embarrassment. He seemed determined to convince Draco that this was a wonderful idea. "We came here to get investors for our Plant and Wildlife Reserve, and if we hold the ball in the name of that project, it will spread news, and in no time people will be lining up to throw Galleons at us."
Draco was going to respond. He was going to tell Neville that there were less silly, romantic ways of getting people to talk about their project. He was going to tell his business partner and friend of six years that a normal ball would suffice if he insisted on dancing his way into their investor's pockets. He was going to say all this and more, but the way Neville looked at him with those large brown eyes…
"Oh, fine. But don't expect me to enjoy myself."
"I never do."
A week later, Harry was dressed in deep green ("Emerald!" Mrs. Weasley had corrected earlier that morning) robes. His hair had, as usual, fought off any type of grooming, whether it be magical or not, but the rest of him, he had to admit, looked pretty good. He was wearing a pair of glasses bought specifically for formal events. They were frameless and the legs were made of tiny, silver, woven leaves. Mrs. Weasley had urged him to buy them. He would have been happy to buy the gold pair, but according to the redheaded woman, they detracted attention from his eyes. He had made the mistake of asking what the point was of getting fancy glasses if he didn't want to detract attention from his eyes. The lecture he had gotten for that had lasted a good ten minutes.
Now that Harry saw how the glasses fit on face, how the robes hugged his shoulders and then hung elegantly around him, how the silver clasp on the robes balanced perfectly with the legs of his glasses… Well, he was quite impressed. He had never known Mrs. Weasley to be good with fashion, but it seemed that the woman was always full of surprises.
"Harry! You are dressed, wonderful. We are just waiting on Hermione to finish with her hair and then we are headed to the apparition point. Also, mum wants me to tell you that there are rumors that Neville is showing up with a man and a woman, though they are not his dates. She says that if you don't like the men, then you should reconsider women."
Harry snorted. Mrs. Weasley had always been fine with him being gay, but she was sure that that's not where the story ended ("You dated Ginny! And Cho Chang!").
"Tell her that I'm very sorry to inform her, but I don't want a boyfriend and I certainly don't want a girlfriend."
Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, sure. I'll do just that." She scoffed and left the room, leaving Harry to holster his wand and head downstairs alone.
The whole Weasley clan was there, including Percy and his lovely wife, whose name Harry still couldn't remember. He loved that the Weasleys insisted on having a month-long family reunion each year. Usually, only people like Ron, Hermione, Percy, and Luna could make it. People with stable jobs. Harry often came during the reunion, but he tended to miss a few family dinners due to the nature of his job. As for the other Weasleys, business often kept them away. Harry was surprised that everyone had made it this year. Or at least, everyone related by blood. A few spouses weren't present…
"Oi! Harry!" George called at him from across the room. "I've been assigned to be your wingman for the trip since Angelina isn't here to take up my valuable time with dancing." He grinned and waggled his eyebrows. "Ready to find a mate? And by mate, I don't mean friend."
Harry groaned as George clapped him on the shoulder. A few gasps suddenly echoed through the room and he turned to see Hermione. No matter how many times she dressed up like this, he'd never get used to her looking like a high-end model when she actually tried. I much prefer her bushy-haired. Ron beamed and wrapped an arm around his fiancé.
"Let's go let's go!" urged Mrs. Weasley and they all walked to the apparition point.
When they got to the ball, it was in full swing, but Neville had yet to arrive with his friends and Mrs. Weasley was growing antsy.
"Calm down dear."
"I will not calm down, Arthur! This is an important day for the future of our children!"
Luna chimed in with her singsong voice.
"It's alright, Arthur. This is how she releases stress."
"Bless you, dear." Mrs. Weasley brought Luna in for a hug just as the doors of the ballroom opened and Neville Longbottom walked in. A hush fell over their group and they strained to look around. Harry could see Neville standing tall and grinning from ear to ear. He was obviously pleased with how the Wizard's Ball had turned out. There were magical, twinkling lights floating about, casting a warm glow in the room, and the ballroom was one of the most exquisite that Harry had ever seen. It rivaled that of the one used to hold the annual Ministry Ball. What Harry still didn't understand though was what was so magical and special about a Wizard's Ball. But before he could think to ask again, his eyes were drawn to a blond head of hair on Neville's right.
Neville's friend was Draco Malfoy. And…And is that Pansy Parkinson?
It was going to be a long night.
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"Oh my! My my my! Merlin! Oh heavens! Arthur! Arthur, dear!"
Arthur Weasley looked up from a fascinating conversation about light bulbs with Harry to pay attention to his frantic wife.
"Is something wrong?"
Mrs. Weasley's eyes gleamed and she held a letter up in triumph. The letter's carrier, an old, tired looking owl, hooted disdainfully before flapping out the kitchen window of the burrow and into the morning sky.
"No! It's wonderful! There's going to be a Wizard's ball! I haven't been to one in ages!"
"What's a Wizard's ball?" asked Harry as he took a mouthful of chocolate frog.
"You shouldn't eat that, darling. As an Auror, you need meat to keep your strength up. Why didn't you touch the bacon and eggs I made you?"
Harry smiled weakly and put the chocolate frog away. He had gotten to the burrow earlier than expected that morning, and Mrs. Weasley had promptly begun to make him breakfast despite his protests. He wasn't used to eating so early in the morning and didn't particularly like it. He was, however, always in the mood for a bit of chocolate.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Weasley. What is a Wizard's ball?"
"Remember the Yule ball you had? It's a bit like that, but more magical."
"What does that mea-"
"Oi! What's going on down here? Harry! You made it early, mate! Let me go get Hermione." Ron dashed away before Harry could protest. Muffled screams were soon heard from upstairs.
"Ron! GET THE BLOODY HELL OUT OF OUR ROOM!"
"Ginny! Ha-"
"IT'S FIVE IN THE MORNING!"
"What on earth is going on?!"
"Hermione, Har-"
"GET OUT! I'VE TOLD YOU A THOUSAND TO TIMES TO-"
"WHY IS EVERYONE YELLING?"
Harry thought that was Charlie's voice, but it might have been Bill.
"I just wanted to tell Hermione that Harry is here!"
There was a loud squeak and soon Hermione and Ron were running down the stairs and Harry was being pulled into a tight hug. He was glad his friends had missed him as much as he had missed them, but he was a bit worried that George had been woken up by the yelling. If so, there might be a prank in a future…
"You were gone so long, Harry! Can you tell us what assignment you were on now? I was worried sick!"
"'Mione, you know that's all official and secret stuff." He gave the woman a wink so she could know they would talk about it later. He couldn't discuss his high profile cases in public.
Ron clapped him on the back.
"I knew you would make it back in time for the wedding. I told Hermione to calm down, but she kept going on and on about who I'd pick for my best man if you didn't show up. Bloody drove me mad, this one."
"There's going to be a Wizard's ball!" Mrs. Weasley's shout caught everyone off guard and Harry grabbed for his wand on instinct.
"I CAN'T GET ANY SLEEP, CAN I?! Oh! Harry! Welcome back!"
Ginny skipped downstairs, followed by a smiling Luna Lovegood, and hugged Harry before grabbing a piece of toast and munching on it. Harry hadn't seen Ginny in over six months since his Auror schedule and her Quidditch schedule never matched up. It was just one of the many reasons that had kept them apart after the war, but Harry was grateful. He and Ginny had changed in so many ways that he didn't think they'd ever be able to be more than friends or fake siblings, even if he weren't gay. As for Luna, it didn't surprise Harry to see her here. He had become close with her after working a case involving rare magical beasts, and had learned that she had moved in with Ginny (upon Ginny's insistence) after her father died. Harry mused that he was closer to the blond than he was to Ginny these days. Time had an interesting way of twisting things.
Charlie and Bill came down the stairs with smiles on their faces, followed by an uncharacteristically quiet George. That didn't bode well for Harry…
"Bill! Charlie! How have you guys been? Where's Fleur?"
"Why are you all not listening! There is a ball! A WIZARD'S BALL!"
Ginny gasped and Fleur peeked her head out from the top of the stairs as if someone had mentioned that they were giving out free Galleons.
"Luna! We have to go shopping! Thanks mum!" And with that Ginny was out of sight with Luna following behind. It was strange to see the redhead's face pink with excitement over a ball when Harry usually saw her snarling as she raced across a Quidditch pitch.
"At last! Someone hears me!"
"What's a Wizard's ball?"
"I told you, Harry. It's magical. And it's being held by Neville Longbottom! What do you think Harry?"
"Er… Great?"
"Arthur is going to go formally call on Neville to make a good first impression after so many years, and then we need to get you and Ginny new robes. Oh, and Luna as well! That child might as well be my own. Now, Neville is an eligible young man and all three of you would be lucky to have him. I wonder if he prefers men or women…"
Harry blanched. What?! Mrs. Weasley was excited because she wanted to set him (or Ginny or Luna) up with Neville? And what on earth was a Wizard's Ball?!
"I'm fine, really, I don't need a boyfr-"
"Rubbish. You've been alone since you and Ginny didn't work out. A shame, really. But we must keep moving forward! Arthur! You will call on Neville, yes?"
"Of course, dear." Mr. Weasley looked as if he wanted to do nothing less than call on Neville, but there was no use fighting his wife when she got into one of these moods.
Harry groaned as Mrs. Weasley tugged on his arm, insisting that they needed to practice different hairstyles on him. "It always sticks up so much!" Ron gave him an encouraging smile as he was pulled up the stairs into Fleur's room. The blond gave him a wide grin and shut the door behind them, only to scowl as soon as Harry's hair turned bright pink.
George.
Draco Malfoy gave his menu back to the waiter of The Sleeping Dragon and turned to face Neville Longbottom.
"Now, why are you holding a Wizard's Ball of all things, Longbottom? This was supposed to be a business trip, not a Holiday. Especially not a Holiday in the 19th century."
Neville sighed helplessly, causing Draco to get more annoyed. Where does this man get off planning balls? Not even Malfoys throw balls anymore.
"I thought you of all people would be excited for a pureblood tradition, Draco. Honestly, I just thought it would be fun. My grandmother used to talk about them all the time when I was young and I always wanted to have one. Now that I have the money, I figured why not?"
"Why not? Because it's a waste of resources and it belongs in children's fairytales. A man of your dignity should not be throwing Wizard's Balls. A normal ball, fine. But a Wizard's Ball? You might as well decorate the room with fairies and pronounce to the world that you plan to find the love of your life."
Neville's cheeks reddened and Draco rolled his eyes. So that's what he's up to. I should have known.
"It will also be great for the community!" said Neville once he lost a bit of his embarrassment. He seemed determined to convince Draco that this was a wonderful idea. "We came here to get investors for our Plant and Wildlife Reserve, and if we hold the ball in the name of that project, it will spread news, and in no time people will be lining up to throw Galleons at us."
Draco was going to respond. He was going to tell Neville that there were less silly, romantic ways of getting people to talk about their project. He was going to tell his business partner and friend of six years that a normal ball would suffice if he insisted on dancing his way into their investor's pockets. He was going to say all this and more, but the way Neville looked at him with those large brown eyes…
"Oh, fine. But don't expect me to enjoy myself."
"I never do."
A week later, Harry was dressed in deep green ("Emerald!" Mrs. Weasley had corrected earlier that morning) robes. His hair had, as usual, fought off any type of grooming, whether it be magical or not, but the rest of him, he had to admit, looked pretty good. He was wearing a pair of glasses bought specifically for formal events. They were frameless and the legs were made of tiny, silver, woven leaves. Mrs. Weasley had urged him to buy them. He would have been happy to buy the gold pair, but according to the redheaded woman, they detracted attention from his eyes. He had made the mistake of asking what the point was of getting fancy glasses if he didn't want to detract attention from his eyes. The lecture he had gotten for that had lasted a good ten minutes.
Now that Harry saw how the glasses fit on face, how the robes hugged his shoulders and then hung elegantly around him, how the silver clasp on the robes balanced perfectly with the legs of his glasses… Well, he was quite impressed. He had never known Mrs. Weasley to be good with fashion, but it seemed that the woman was always full of surprises.
"Harry! You are dressed, wonderful. We are just waiting on Hermione to finish with her hair and then we are headed to the apparition point. Also, mum wants me to tell you that there are rumors that Neville is showing up with a man and a woman, though they are not his dates. She says that if you don't like the men, then you should reconsider women."
Harry snorted. Mrs. Weasley had always been fine with him being gay, but she was sure that that's not where the story ended ("You dated Ginny! And Cho Chang!").
"Tell her that I'm very sorry to inform her, but I don't want a boyfriend and I certainly don't want a girlfriend."
Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, sure. I'll do just that." She scoffed and left the room, leaving Harry to holster his wand and head downstairs alone.
The whole Weasley clan was there, including Percy and his lovely wife, whose name Harry still couldn't remember. He loved that the Weasleys insisted on having a month-long family reunion each year. Usually, only people like Ron, Hermione, Percy, and Luna could make it. People with stable jobs. Harry often came during the reunion, but he tended to miss a few family dinners due to the nature of his job. As for the other Weasleys, business often kept them away. Harry was surprised that everyone had made it this year. Or at least, everyone related by blood. A few spouses weren't present…
"Oi! Harry!" George called at him from across the room. "I've been assigned to be your wingman for the trip since Angelina isn't here to take up my valuable time with dancing." He grinned and waggled his eyebrows. "Ready to find a mate? And by mate, I don't mean friend."
Harry groaned as George clapped him on the shoulder. A few gasps suddenly echoed through the room and he turned to see Hermione. No matter how many times she dressed up like this, he'd never get used to her looking like a high-end model when she actually tried. I much prefer her bushy-haired. Ron beamed and wrapped an arm around his fiancé.
"Let's go let's go!" urged Mrs. Weasley and they all walked to the apparition point.
When they got to the ball, it was in full swing, but Neville had yet to arrive with his friends and Mrs. Weasley was growing antsy.
"Calm down dear."
"I will not calm down, Arthur! This is an important day for the future of our children!"
Luna chimed in with her singsong voice.
"It's alright, Arthur. This is how she releases stress."
"Bless you, dear." Mrs. Weasley brought Luna in for a hug just as the doors of the ballroom opened and Neville Longbottom walked in. A hush fell over their group and they strained to look around. Harry could see Neville standing tall and grinning from ear to ear. He was obviously pleased with how the Wizard's Ball had turned out. There were magical, twinkling lights floating about, casting a warm glow in the room, and the ballroom was one of the most exquisite that Harry had ever seen. It rivaled that of the one used to hold the annual Ministry Ball. What Harry still didn't understand though was what was so magical and special about a Wizard's Ball. But before he could think to ask again, his eyes were drawn to a blond head of hair on Neville's right.
Neville's friend was Draco Malfoy. And…And is that Pansy Parkinson?
It was going to be a long night.