All My Malfoys

All My Malfoys

By: Lanni Weasley

Act I:

Her red hair whipped in the autumn wind, sliding across her cream freckled face and doe brown eyes, the newly fallen leaves blowing at her feet. In her old black jacket and hand-me-down blue jeans, she stood by the lake, gazing across it while thinking about nothing other than that someone that occupied her mind twenty-four hours of the day, which was, by far, a hard feat to do when you have six brothers cramping your own mind too. She sighed despairingly, knowing the one boy she dreamed about would never notice her at all.

"Didn't expect to see you here?" his sudden voice drawled, sending tingles up and down her spine. She turned her head to look at him calmly. She suppressed a grin. She could never show her true feelings. She looked away from him. He walked over beside her, his own hair blowing in the wind. "You come here often, no?"

"How would you know?" she asked him quickly, though not looking at him. She continued to gaze across the lake at the large trees of the Forbidden Forest. "How would you know when thoughts of her occupy your vacant mind every second?"

He looked over at her and pulled one sleek hand out of his pocket. He put it on her cheek and she looked at him immediately, her eyes flashing not dangerously, but hopefully. "You know that I do not love Hermione Granger," he whispered, his voice dancing along with the wind. His beautiful eyes smiled when he put one on his face. "You know there is only one girl I dream about."

"And who would that girl be?" she asked in a barely audible whisper. He was silent with her; the drama of the moment was making her heart pound wildly in her chest. She did not know how she could take this any longer. She did not know how long she could refrain herself from pulling his handsome face in her hands and snogging him senseless. She waited for an answer impatiently. "Hello? Anybody in there?"

"Oh, yes, sorry, lost my train of thought there," he replied, snapping out of his reverie. "Ah, yes, as I was saying. That lovely girl would be you, my dear, Ginerva."

"Oh," Ginny cried out happily, believing that her heart might burst with ecstasy. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He did the same with her. "Oh, I love you too, Draco!"

And so, with all the love they could both offer, they sealed the euphoric moment with a passionate kiss that burned of a thousand suns. Slowly, but surely, the sun set and the full moon was upon them. They walked to the Hogwarts castle, hand-in-hand; prepared to tell the world of their love and face the bitterness that it would give them.

~*~

Act II: One Hour Later

The sudden ring of the expensive doorbell at the Malfoy Manor disrupted Lucius Malfoy's plotting and thus, teed him off. He cracked his door open an inch and peeked out of it suspiciously. He saw a random house-elf in a dirt-washed pillow case scamper by, fingers bandaged.

Don't tell me they burnt another hole in my stockings,' Lucius thought angrily and then added as a quick afterthought, 'which I don't wear, of course. Those stockings are Narcissa's. Yes, they're Narcissa's; no matter what they all say. I always wear socks... Well, with the exception of now... and since narking Harry Potter gave Knobby Dobby a sock. But I'm not wearing stockings now! Of course not... right.

If anyone was able to read the diabolical mind of Lucius Malfoy, they would surely die of an overload of pure genius. One with not such a brain capacity of him would not be able to process all of the knowledge he had learned over his many years--his many forty-three years of his life.

I'm thirty-seven--thirty-seven, I say. Look at these gorgeous locks of silvery blond hair? I'm certainly not that old and I certainly never intend to be! I will surely not allow it! And no one goes over the rulings of the Great Lucius Malfoy--

"Lucius, are you going to pour me some more brandy or what?" Voldemort snapped agitatedly. Well, perhaps the Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, You-Know-Who, and every other name given to him yet to be identified ruled over the Slightly Less Greater Lucius Malfoy.

"Yes, Master, of course, Master, right away, Master, certainly, Master," Lucius apologized, shutting the door and bowing around five times. He got onto his knees and began to go up and then down, waving his arms and hands in the air at his feet. "Your wish is my command, Master."

"Okay, even though my favorite pastime is to see my loyal subjects groveling at my feet, I want my brandy this instant," Voldemort ordered snappishly. Lucius kissed the hem of the Dark Lord's robes and jumped to his feet. But right when he grabbed the bottle of brandy (Don't look at me like that; it's not Muggle alcohol! It's not, honestly!), there came a soft knock on the door.

"Honey, sweetie pie, my darling dearest, Draco has come home with some wonderful new," Narcissa's soft, muffled voice came from the other side of the door. "He says it's important."

Lucius looked at the Dark Lord and then to the locked door at his other side. He still had the bottle of brandy in his hand raised in the air. "Er, Narcissa love, can this wait?" he asked uncertainly. "You have caught me in a rather ill-opportune time, dear."

"Lucius Malfoy, kick that arse of yours into high gear and get your big rear out here--now!" Narcissa commanded furiously, sounding positively outraged. Anything to do with her baby boy, Draco-poo, was very important and she would not have her husband ignore that fact.

"Oo, I'm out of here! She sounds ready to kill and be the next Dark Overlord. Personally, I want to live and knock of Potter," Voldemort squealed fearfully. He Apparated, leaving a shocked Lucius standing in the room with the bottle of brandy held high in the air.

Suddenly, Voldemort Disapparated back into the room and snatched the bottle of brandy away from Lucius. He merely gaped at his Master. "And I'll be taking this little beaut with me too!" Without another word, Voldemort Apparated again. Sullenly, Lucius dragged himself to the door. He stopped.

Malfoy's do not drag themselves; they walk tall with their head held up high proudly, Lucius corrected sharply. He opened the door and saw Narcissa's raging face turn into a lovely smile.

"I thought you would never come," she said pleasantly, her perfectly white teeth blinding him. "Come now, Lucy-poo, our son awaits us in the Formal Dining Room with a surprise! And I know how we both just love surprises!"

They walked, arms linked together, into the Formal Dining Room.

"Mother, Father, I'd like you to meet my fiancée, Ginerva Molly Weasley," Draco announced proudly, his awfully red-haired soon-to-be wife stepping out from behind him, beaming broadly at her soon-to-be In-Laws. Draco smiled happily.

Narcissa suddenly shrieked at the top of her lungs in horrr and put the back of her hand to her forehead, looking faint. "Oh my goodness..." She fainted and hit the ground out cold; Lucius hadn't bothered to catch her. He just stared at the engaged couple in complete shock.

"Nooooooo, my plan is ruined! Ruined, I tell you!" Lucius yelled shrilly, pointing an accusing finger dramatically at Ginny. "And it's your entire fault! Nooooooo, no, all this planning and for nothing--it's absolutely in ruins!"

He sank to his knees and began to bang his head on the ground, crying pitifully and bemoaning how his "plans" were ruined. Ginny looked slightly concerned, but dismissed it. Draco didn't look a bit worried and put one hand in his pocket and draped the other around her shoulders.

"Really, they took it better than I thought," Draco commented serenely, as if the scene of his father crying like a baby and banging his head on the table didn't disturb him one bit. However, to Ginny, it was being to perturb her. Maybe she didn't want to have In-Laws that were this psychotic. "No matter, the wedding's still on in two days, right?"

Ginny looked up at him incredulously. "But, Draco, we're both still in school and I'm only in my Sixth Year at Hogwarts!" she replied disbelievingly. "How can we possibly get married this young?"

"Oh, anything's possible when you're a Malfoy," Draco replied smoothly. She grinned. She'd forgotten that they had mucho dinero, unlike her mucho poor family. He sighed wearily. "Now, let's get out of here; we still need to notify your family."

They had sort of forgotten about Ginny's family when they had gotten engaged. They had thrown all caution to the wind--except the fact that Draco proposed to her in the Room of Requirement so her brother, Ron, would not stumble in on them. Though they hadn't really needed to take the precaution since they had seen him wandering the grounds around the towering trees with Hermione ("We were looking for Harry, honestly, Ginny," Ron had told her.) from through a window.

Still, they felt it necessary to go through will all of the cautions, just in case Harry ("That wasn't me in the closet, Ginny, really" Harry hastily said, then realized she hadn't said anything yet and quickly added, "Not that I had anything to do with a closet.") had gotten a whiff of what was going on and made a dramatic entrance with a heroic speech that droned on and on and then tried to rescue her from her Draco.

So now, with one family down--literally--they had another family to break down, the lovely Weasley's. They traveled to the Burrow and made it late that night. Luckily, tonight was not a school night so they didn't have to worry about being reprimanded by her mother.

For some unusual and unknown reason, Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, and even Percy had come to stay at the Burrow tonight by some random chance of luck for Ginny and Draco. The two had come to the mutual agreement that they would tell Ron separately at Hogwarts--after they had gagged him and bound him to a chair with magical cords, his wand taken away and hidden somewhere far away.

Ginny coughed and knocked on the door slowly. There were a few shouts and bangs behind the door that Draco briefly wondered he should be concerned about when the door flew open. Mrs. Weasley, a plump kind witch, was standing in the doorway, her red hair in a bun that was frizzy. She smiled warmly when she saw her only daughter standing there.

"Oh, Ginny, I didn't expect you at all, but it's nice of you to come visit us!" Molly greeted cheerfully, pulling her youngest child in a motherly hug. They parted. "Come in, come in. What are you doing here at this hour of the morning during the school year?"

"Well, I've come to tell you that I'm engaged to the love of my life," Ginny announced happily. Everything and everyone in the entire household froze. For the first time in history, the Burrow was so silent, you could hear the crickets chirping: Chirp! Chirpitty! Chirp!

"What?" Percy questioned obnoxiously, pushing his glasses higher up on his nose. "You're far too young to be engaged and I hope it's not with Harry Potter--"

"Well, I for one certainly hope it's Harry!" George exclaimed, glaring at his older brother.

"Yeah, I hope so too! It'd be cool to have him for a brother-in-law!" Fred added crossly, glowering at the only boy with glasses in the Burrow. "What happens if it was"--both twins looked at each other and gave a shudder--"Malfoy?"

"Actually, that's exactly who my fiancée is," Ginny said proudly, interrupting her brothers' tiff. She pulled onto the hand she was holding and in walked Draco Malfoy. Everyone just gaped and went silent. Even the crickets stopped chirping.

"Dang, Ginny, I knew you were going to take after Fred and George, but I didn't know you were going to rebel this much!" Bill said loudly, too shocked to say anything else.

"What are you talking about? I'm not doing this just to rebel! Draco's my one true love and my fiancé, Bill!" Ginny cried out, tears pooling in her eyes. "I thought you could understand that I love him, but I guess you can't comprehend it and are just jealous of the fact that the youngest Weasley--only girl of the Weasley children--is going to be the first one married!"

"I didn't say anything, Ginny," Charlie said, his hands in front of him in surrender. "I'm proud that you found someone who can--er--love you back. Congratulations, little sis, hehe..."

"Well, at least some people are understanding and love me enough to believe in my own decisions! Thank you very much, Charlie,&qu; Ginny said shrilly. "That's one Weasley family member invited to our wedding, who else shall be coming?"

"Ginny--um--Gin, are you--are you so sure about this?" Molly asked uncertainly. "Wouldn't you say that you're a little--uh--young for getting married?"

"I'm not a baby anymore, mother!" Ginny protested, stomping her feet. "I'm a big girl now! And I don't need anyone to tell me what to do and who to love! I love Draco Malfoy, and you should accept that and only that!"

"You--um--haven't told Ron this yet, have you, Ginny?" Fred asked hesitantly.

"Not yet," Ginny snapped back.

"Oh, that's good," George muttered under his breath. "I don't think you should tell him unless you already have life insurance on Malfoy, that is."

"How dare you, George--Fred! How dare you insinuate that Ron would even stoop so low as to murder my future husband!?" Ginny shrieked irately.

"Ginny, you're talking crazy talk," Mr. Weasley, Arthur, her father told her, walking towards his daughter ever so slowly. "Maybe Malfoy has put the Confoundus Charm on you--"

"WHAT?!" Ginny screamed at the top of her lungs, clearly outraged immensely.

"I wouldn't lay a finger on your daughter, Mr. Weasley, much less a spell of any sort unless it was one of those anti--"

"Ack, don't talk about that in front of us!" Fred and George yelled in unison fearfully. Too many details would not help them sleep any better tonight, if they could sleep at all after such horrors.

"Fine--fine--we're leaving! Come on, Draco dear, let's leave before they say something else incredibly stupid and idiotic," Ginny raved, trying to calm herself down. "Good night, Charlie!" She turned sharply on her heels and proceeded to drag Draco out of the Burrow. He waved to them all.

"Er, nice meeting you all!" Draco called, trying his best to sound cheery and nice. He had a feeling that anyone married or related to a Weasley had to be especially cheery and nice. He would have to begin to work on that. They also seemed to have to have a bad temper. He needed to work on that too. "Um, have a good night!"

Ginny slammed the door shut and they traveled back to Hogwarts, Ginny apologizing to Draco for her rude family. "Actually, I thought they were going to hex me to death and then burry me," he had admitted truthfully. She had burst into giggles and playfully punched his arm.

And so, the day of telling their parents had ended. Narcissa was still passed out onto the floor and Lucius had now curled up in a fertile position on the floor, sucking his thumb and saying it was all in his diabolical head. The Weasleys were in a state a shock and unable to move--with the exception of Ron, who was off somewhere on his Prefect duties... with Hermione. For now, our happy couple, Draco and Ginny, was perfectly content being wrapped up in each other's arms.

Little did they know that while Lucius was sobbing like he was a baby that had its candy taken from him on the floor, he had begun to form an evil scheme to split them apart. *dun, dun, dun!*