"Is that your house?" asked Bella as the family approached the Burrow.
"Yep. That's it." said Fred, who was still purring like a cat every once in a while at the sight of Bella. Ron looked nervous, as though she didn't think it was good enough a home to live in.
"It's brilliant!" she said. "It's so original. I love it." The Weasley's all smiled and unloaded the car.
"You can take your things upstairs to Ginny's room." said Mrs. Weasley to Bella. "Ginny, show her where,"
"This way," said Ginny dragging her suitcase up the stairs with Bella behind her.
"Oh why can't she stay in our room?" said George. Mrs. Weasley gave him a disapproving look.
"Not under my roof, boys. Now go clean your room. It is so filthy, I don't know how you live in there…"
"Yes Mother." they groaned. Harry and Ron had already put their things in Ron's room, and were outside in the snow.
"Snow bomb!" yelled Ron. "Take cover!" Ron chucked a large amount of snow at Harry. Harry ducked just in time, and yelled back.
"Atomic snow storm coming your way!" he threw snow that was mixed with dirt directly at Ron.
"Shit!" Ron yelled and dived for cover. He made it out of the way of most of the dirt, but got hit by some snow.
"Ronald Weasley! Do I need to wash your mouth out with soap?" screamed Mrs. Weasley out of the back door.
"No, sorry Mum!" yelled Ron.
"Good!" said Mrs. Weasley back, as she returned to cooking.
"Haha your mama whipped you!" said Harry.
"Did not!" said Ron. Harry made a whipping sound and flicked his wrist at Ron.
"That was definitely a whipping!" said Bella, who had just come outside.
"You can't play!" said Ron. "We'll kill you."
"You wanna bet?" she said. She picked up some snow and chucked it in Ron's direction She made sure to throw it a bit to the left of him though, so that when he ran to dodge it, it hit him smack in the face.
"Bullseye!" yelled Bella, and Harry laughed. "You're next!" she said, and began chasing Harry. "Keep on running girl! I'll get you!" she said. She finally got close enough and jumped. She pushed Harry down to the ground and they both got a mouthful of snow with their laughs.
"Alright, alright. You win." he said. They were both freezing on the ground, but neither seemed to be getting up. Ron was moaning across the way, wiping snow from his face.
"Sorry about that Ron!" yelled Bella.
"No problem!" said Ron with a muffled voice from all the snow.
"This is going to be a fun holiday." said Bella.
"Yeah," said Harry. They both sat up. It certainly was an awkward moment. They wished Ron wasn't there. They leaned in a bit. Were they really this close?
"Dinner!" yelled Mrs. Weasley. The two broke apart. It was like they just woke up after years of dreaming.
"We better go get cleaned up." said Bella.
"Yeah. It would be a good idea." replied Harry. Ron was still laying in the snow. Harry grabbed his arm as he walked by and began dragging him through the snow towards the house.
"This is your room," said Narcissa as she opened a large set of double doors and exposed a room large as possibly one of the common rooms back at Hogwarts.
"It's wonderful," said Christina as she opened up the doors to a balcony overlooking the garden. "Reminds me of my house."
"If you need to write any letters, the owls are down in the dungeons." said Narcissa. "Just don't use the white one. That's Lucius's and he likes to keep it open if he has any urgent letters."
"No problem. Should I get ready for dinner?" she asked.
"That would be a good idea. There are some clothes in the wardrobe I had picked out for you. And all your other things are there too."
"Thanks." said Christina as Narcissa exited the room and the doors closed on their own. She was still standing on the balcony. The garden was beautiful. There was a maze made of hedges, and roses and different kinds of flowers growing everywhere. She noticed someone walking in the distance. "Draco." she said to herself. But what was he doing? He looked like he was in pain. He was…"Picking roses?" said Christina. She decided not to say anything, and walked towards her wardrobe. She opened it to find what looked like 100 dresses, all of different colors and fabrics. "Dear god…" she said as she took one out. It was black, and sleeveless, only coming up to the chest. It had tiny sparkling stars from the waist down and was long enough to cover her feet. "This should do." she said. Suddenly an elf appeared.
"Might I be of service?" the elf squeaked. Christina looked at the tiny elf, and thought.
"Actually, yes. I'll need some help with my hair."
"What would Miss Christina like to do with her hair?" the elf asked.
"Curl it."
"Of course Miss!" the elf scurried away and returned with an iron, which she set down on the vanity. Brushes and make up appeared on the surface of the table. Christina went behind the wooden panels and put the dress on. When she came back out, the elf squeaked.
"Ooh so pretty!" said the elf. It was a cute elf, but it sounded retarded sometimes.
"Thank you." she said. "I like it too." she admired the dress in the mirror. "I need some shoes." The elf scurried over to a set of doors and opened them. Inside were her own shoes, and new ones as well. She found a pair of black heels she liked and the elf helped her put them on. "Perfect." she said. "Now the hair." The elf got a stool for her to sit on and began curling her hair. Piece by piece, the elf took great care, and curled perfectly. When she was done, it was absolutely gorgous. She had curled her hair well before, but this was amazing. Before she could thank her, the elf began with make up. All kinds of powders, mascaras, eye shadows, lip sticks and glosses were applied.
"So very pretty…" the elf kept saying. When she moved away, and Christina looked in the mirror, she almost fell backwards.
"How did you-" she asked but the elf was suddenly gone. The room was clean again. The make up and curler was gone. She was alone. "Damn fast, those elves are." she said. "They should have competitions for those things. Elf Olympics…" She got up. "Ok…Showtime." She opened the double doors and walked down the dimly lit hall. She was clanking against the marble floor. She tried her best to remember where the stairs were. She definitely didn't want to get lost. "That would really suck…" she said out loud. She finally noticed a statue, made a left, and found the large, black, marble staircase. And who was waiting at the bottom? None other than Draco, who was in deep black dress robes. 'Dammit he looks good.' thought Christina. She began making her way down and Draco turned around. 'Reminds me of a muggle movie…hmm…Titanic!' 'Those elves are amazing creatures…' thought Draco as he watched Christina. For some reason this didn't seem like it was really happening. They were both staring. Shouldn't they say something? Christina took the last step and finally spoke. "Nice of you to wait for me."
"I'm supposed to escort you to dinner." he was still staring.
"Well…escort." said Christina. He locked her arm in his and they began walking through the house. "You look nice." she told him. Ooh did Draco Malfoy just blush?
"Thank you. You look…um…good too." he said.
"Thank you." she said. She wasn't going to correct him and say she looked amazing. It didn't really fit into the situation.
"We're eating outside." he said. "On the terrace."
"Ok." she replied.
"Father has some guests over. From the Ministry. He likes to show off the backyard. It's his pride and joy."
"Shouldn't his pride and joy be something, oh I don't know, like his son?" she said.
"Yeah right. Family, before assets? I don't think so." he said as the doors to the terrace swung open. Christina felt bad about that remark. As Dumbledore might put it, "The boy's jus misundastood!" "Here we are," Draco said. There was soft music, coming from a band over to the left, and people were gathered around talking, and drinking. As the two entered, everyone turned their heads to see.
"You ever get the feeling you're being watched?" said Christina.
"Always." he said. The two smiled at the crowd of people and made their way over to the table that had been set up for dinner.
"Where should I sit?" she asked. Then she saw the place cards. Miss Christina Locke. She sat down at her seat, which was next to Mr. And Mrs. Goyle. "Oh fantastic." she said. "Dinner with the Goyle's." Draco was in the seat directly across from her.
"Don't worry. They don't eat nearly as much as the Goyle we know…" said Draco. "But watch out for Mr.Goyle..he tends to spit when he talks."
"Oh how very..elegant of him." she said.
"Isn't it though?" he said. All at once everyone began to sit down. Christina and Draco couldn't help but laugh at some of the people at the table.
"Looks like Fudge went into Honeydukes one too many times…maybe he's really made of fudge." she said as Cornelius Fudge sat down. Draco laughed.
"I wouldn't insult the Minister of Magic if I were you." he said to her.
"I could get Voldemort on his fat ass so fast it wouldn't be funny."
"I wouldn't talk about him either." said Draco.
"Aww is Draco afraid of Voldie?" she said.
"No, Draco doesn't want his father to kick his ass when his collegues are wondering why his little friend is speaking of the Dark Lord so openly." said Draco. Christina opened her mouth but was interrupted by Lucius. He stood up and tapped his glass of Cristal, yes, white people drink Cristal too.
"It is truly my pleasure to have all of you with us this evening." Draco made a slight coughing noise after this remark but Lucius went on as though he hadn't noticed. "Let the feast begin!" he said as food appeared before them and everyone began eating and talking.
"And a jolly glorious feast to you good sir." said Christina sarcastically as she raised her champagne glass to Draco.
"Yep. That's it." said Fred, who was still purring like a cat every once in a while at the sight of Bella. Ron looked nervous, as though she didn't think it was good enough a home to live in.
"It's brilliant!" she said. "It's so original. I love it." The Weasley's all smiled and unloaded the car.
"You can take your things upstairs to Ginny's room." said Mrs. Weasley to Bella. "Ginny, show her where,"
"This way," said Ginny dragging her suitcase up the stairs with Bella behind her.
"Oh why can't she stay in our room?" said George. Mrs. Weasley gave him a disapproving look.
"Not under my roof, boys. Now go clean your room. It is so filthy, I don't know how you live in there…"
"Yes Mother." they groaned. Harry and Ron had already put their things in Ron's room, and were outside in the snow.
"Snow bomb!" yelled Ron. "Take cover!" Ron chucked a large amount of snow at Harry. Harry ducked just in time, and yelled back.
"Atomic snow storm coming your way!" he threw snow that was mixed with dirt directly at Ron.
"Shit!" Ron yelled and dived for cover. He made it out of the way of most of the dirt, but got hit by some snow.
"Ronald Weasley! Do I need to wash your mouth out with soap?" screamed Mrs. Weasley out of the back door.
"No, sorry Mum!" yelled Ron.
"Good!" said Mrs. Weasley back, as she returned to cooking.
"Haha your mama whipped you!" said Harry.
"Did not!" said Ron. Harry made a whipping sound and flicked his wrist at Ron.
"That was definitely a whipping!" said Bella, who had just come outside.
"You can't play!" said Ron. "We'll kill you."
"You wanna bet?" she said. She picked up some snow and chucked it in Ron's direction She made sure to throw it a bit to the left of him though, so that when he ran to dodge it, it hit him smack in the face.
"Bullseye!" yelled Bella, and Harry laughed. "You're next!" she said, and began chasing Harry. "Keep on running girl! I'll get you!" she said. She finally got close enough and jumped. She pushed Harry down to the ground and they both got a mouthful of snow with their laughs.
"Alright, alright. You win." he said. They were both freezing on the ground, but neither seemed to be getting up. Ron was moaning across the way, wiping snow from his face.
"Sorry about that Ron!" yelled Bella.
"No problem!" said Ron with a muffled voice from all the snow.
"This is going to be a fun holiday." said Bella.
"Yeah," said Harry. They both sat up. It certainly was an awkward moment. They wished Ron wasn't there. They leaned in a bit. Were they really this close?
"Dinner!" yelled Mrs. Weasley. The two broke apart. It was like they just woke up after years of dreaming.
"We better go get cleaned up." said Bella.
"Yeah. It would be a good idea." replied Harry. Ron was still laying in the snow. Harry grabbed his arm as he walked by and began dragging him through the snow towards the house.
"This is your room," said Narcissa as she opened a large set of double doors and exposed a room large as possibly one of the common rooms back at Hogwarts.
"It's wonderful," said Christina as she opened up the doors to a balcony overlooking the garden. "Reminds me of my house."
"If you need to write any letters, the owls are down in the dungeons." said Narcissa. "Just don't use the white one. That's Lucius's and he likes to keep it open if he has any urgent letters."
"No problem. Should I get ready for dinner?" she asked.
"That would be a good idea. There are some clothes in the wardrobe I had picked out for you. And all your other things are there too."
"Thanks." said Christina as Narcissa exited the room and the doors closed on their own. She was still standing on the balcony. The garden was beautiful. There was a maze made of hedges, and roses and different kinds of flowers growing everywhere. She noticed someone walking in the distance. "Draco." she said to herself. But what was he doing? He looked like he was in pain. He was…"Picking roses?" said Christina. She decided not to say anything, and walked towards her wardrobe. She opened it to find what looked like 100 dresses, all of different colors and fabrics. "Dear god…" she said as she took one out. It was black, and sleeveless, only coming up to the chest. It had tiny sparkling stars from the waist down and was long enough to cover her feet. "This should do." she said. Suddenly an elf appeared.
"Might I be of service?" the elf squeaked. Christina looked at the tiny elf, and thought.
"Actually, yes. I'll need some help with my hair."
"What would Miss Christina like to do with her hair?" the elf asked.
"Curl it."
"Of course Miss!" the elf scurried away and returned with an iron, which she set down on the vanity. Brushes and make up appeared on the surface of the table. Christina went behind the wooden panels and put the dress on. When she came back out, the elf squeaked.
"Ooh so pretty!" said the elf. It was a cute elf, but it sounded retarded sometimes.
"Thank you." she said. "I like it too." she admired the dress in the mirror. "I need some shoes." The elf scurried over to a set of doors and opened them. Inside were her own shoes, and new ones as well. She found a pair of black heels she liked and the elf helped her put them on. "Perfect." she said. "Now the hair." The elf got a stool for her to sit on and began curling her hair. Piece by piece, the elf took great care, and curled perfectly. When she was done, it was absolutely gorgous. She had curled her hair well before, but this was amazing. Before she could thank her, the elf began with make up. All kinds of powders, mascaras, eye shadows, lip sticks and glosses were applied.
"So very pretty…" the elf kept saying. When she moved away, and Christina looked in the mirror, she almost fell backwards.
"How did you-" she asked but the elf was suddenly gone. The room was clean again. The make up and curler was gone. She was alone. "Damn fast, those elves are." she said. "They should have competitions for those things. Elf Olympics…" She got up. "Ok…Showtime." She opened the double doors and walked down the dimly lit hall. She was clanking against the marble floor. She tried her best to remember where the stairs were. She definitely didn't want to get lost. "That would really suck…" she said out loud. She finally noticed a statue, made a left, and found the large, black, marble staircase. And who was waiting at the bottom? None other than Draco, who was in deep black dress robes. 'Dammit he looks good.' thought Christina. She began making her way down and Draco turned around. 'Reminds me of a muggle movie…hmm…Titanic!' 'Those elves are amazing creatures…' thought Draco as he watched Christina. For some reason this didn't seem like it was really happening. They were both staring. Shouldn't they say something? Christina took the last step and finally spoke. "Nice of you to wait for me."
"I'm supposed to escort you to dinner." he was still staring.
"Well…escort." said Christina. He locked her arm in his and they began walking through the house. "You look nice." she told him. Ooh did Draco Malfoy just blush?
"Thank you. You look…um…good too." he said.
"Thank you." she said. She wasn't going to correct him and say she looked amazing. It didn't really fit into the situation.
"We're eating outside." he said. "On the terrace."
"Ok." she replied.
"Father has some guests over. From the Ministry. He likes to show off the backyard. It's his pride and joy."
"Shouldn't his pride and joy be something, oh I don't know, like his son?" she said.
"Yeah right. Family, before assets? I don't think so." he said as the doors to the terrace swung open. Christina felt bad about that remark. As Dumbledore might put it, "The boy's jus misundastood!" "Here we are," Draco said. There was soft music, coming from a band over to the left, and people were gathered around talking, and drinking. As the two entered, everyone turned their heads to see.
"You ever get the feeling you're being watched?" said Christina.
"Always." he said. The two smiled at the crowd of people and made their way over to the table that had been set up for dinner.
"Where should I sit?" she asked. Then she saw the place cards. Miss Christina Locke. She sat down at her seat, which was next to Mr. And Mrs. Goyle. "Oh fantastic." she said. "Dinner with the Goyle's." Draco was in the seat directly across from her.
"Don't worry. They don't eat nearly as much as the Goyle we know…" said Draco. "But watch out for Mr.Goyle..he tends to spit when he talks."
"Oh how very..elegant of him." she said.
"Isn't it though?" he said. All at once everyone began to sit down. Christina and Draco couldn't help but laugh at some of the people at the table.
"Looks like Fudge went into Honeydukes one too many times…maybe he's really made of fudge." she said as Cornelius Fudge sat down. Draco laughed.
"I wouldn't insult the Minister of Magic if I were you." he said to her.
"I could get Voldemort on his fat ass so fast it wouldn't be funny."
"I wouldn't talk about him either." said Draco.
"Aww is Draco afraid of Voldie?" she said.
"No, Draco doesn't want his father to kick his ass when his collegues are wondering why his little friend is speaking of the Dark Lord so openly." said Draco. Christina opened her mouth but was interrupted by Lucius. He stood up and tapped his glass of Cristal, yes, white people drink Cristal too.
"It is truly my pleasure to have all of you with us this evening." Draco made a slight coughing noise after this remark but Lucius went on as though he hadn't noticed. "Let the feast begin!" he said as food appeared before them and everyone began eating and talking.
"And a jolly glorious feast to you good sir." said Christina sarcastically as she raised her champagne glass to Draco.