That Certain Blond Slytherin (A Draco Malfoy Love Story)

That Certain Blond Slytherin (A Draco Malfoy Love Story)

Hey everyone! I decided to redo my Draco Malfoy LS, so if you favorited the old one, I suggest you go delete it from your favorites and add this one instead! ;D


Name: Briar Dawson
Looks: Tall (shorter than Draco ;D), grey/green eyes, wavy black hair that goes to chest
Personality: A bit fiery, has a short temper. Likes few things. Really open and wild around close friends, has a great sense of humor
House/Year: Gryffindor/6th

Chapter 2

From My Best Recollection, I Don't Remember Anything

by: vixybear
I couldn't believe this was happening. I mean, me, Briar Dawson, marry Draco Malfoy?! What kind of twisted person comes up with that idea?! C'mon, we're completely different.

I'm in Gryffindor, he's in Slytherin. I'm kind and courteous, he's sly and mean. I don't particularly like being rude (unless it's necessary), he does it for a living. I'm good-looking, he's... Draco. We don't mix. Period.

But of course, Mom has this foolish idea in her in twisted little mind that somehow, in her and the Malfoy's world, Draco and I are 'soulmates'. It's not that I don't believe you can't find your soulmate — of course you can — but I'm not very fond of the fact that Draco is mine.

"Dawson? Dawson?" said a voice over and over. I snapped back into reality. I finally noticed Malfoy standing in front of me, his face twisted in annoyance.

"Sod off Malfoy."

"Look, Briar," he grabbed my arms, gripping them tightly, "I'm not fond of the decision either, but we can't do anything about it."

I tried to yank my arms away, but he held them in place. "Shut up, Malfoy! Just shut up!" I yelled, and Draco covered my mouth, looking at the door, panicked.

"Shut up, Briar! Someone's going to hear—" A knock on the door interrupted Draco.

"Briar? Is everything all right in there?" It was Narcissa. I glared at Draco as he let go of me. I made my way over to the door casually, and opened it like nothing had happened.

"Oh, Narcissa, everything's fine," I smiled reassuringly as she glanced over my shoulder to her son. Her eyes flickered back to me.

"Oh, okay. I apologize for interrupting you, but I request you and Draco's presence immediately." Hmm, what could she possibly need us for? To announce our engagement. Yipee.

I nodded, "Of course, Narcissa. We'll be out in a moment."

She smiled and shut the door. I leaned my back against the wall and began to think. How was I going to handle this? I really only had two options: Talk my mom out of this whole crazy marriage or just go along with it. Marrying Draco couldn't be that bad... could it?

Worse thing that could happen is that we get married and separate in a few years, but a few years living in a house with him... oh, might as well kill me.

"We better get going," Draco said, heading for the door, but I stepped in front of him.

"You do know what they're going to make us do, right?"

"What?" he asked, clearly lost. I sighed.

"After they announce it, they're going to have us..."

"Kiss?"

"Yeah."

"I knew that."

"What? Then what are we going to do about it?"

"... Well, we can't really avoid it, so we'll just have to."

"... Yeah, you're right..." Honestly, the idea of kissing Draco was by far the most foul thing I could ever do in my life — who wants to snog a stuck-up, arrogant jerk, anyway? — but if I was going to get out of this, I had to do what must be done.

Draco opened the door, grabbing my hand. I looked up at him, giving him a weird look, but he just gave me the shut-up-and-go-along-with-it glance, and I had no choice but to smile at those who stared at us.

"Ah, there they are!" Narcissa called from the top of the stairs, and I faintly smiled in her direction. Everyone began clapping as we reached her. "Do you two know why we have called everyone here?" she asked.

Draco and I shook our heads, pretending to be puzzled.

Narcissa turned to the crowd of people. "Lucius, Olivia, and I had a discussion about a week ago. About our childrens' futures. We don't want them to end up marrying some half-blood now do we? Or even a Muggle? We want them to go far in life, make a name for the Malfoys and Dawsons, and carry on a strong, pure, bloodline. So, after many hours of discussing, we are proud to announce the engagement of Draco Lucius Malfoy and Briar Jane Dawson!"

A roar of applause filled the room and Draco and I glanced at each other, raising our eyebrows in surprise.

Narcissa turned to us, exposing a wild smile. "Well, c'mon you two, show some love!" or, in other words, "Kiss!"

Draco pulled me forward by the hand, closing the space between us. Our lips only mere centimeters apart, he searched my eyes, and captured my lips with his. I was expecting an insanely grossed out reaction from myself, but it was the complete opposite of that. I stood there, like an awestruck school girl, trapped by my prince's spell, somewhat enjoying the kiss.

Don't get me wrong, a majority of the enjoyment was for show, and the other tiny bit was... well, let's just call it indescribable.

When he pulled away, everyone was clapping (again) and cheering. I even heard a few wolf whistles. I couldn't help but laugh at it, because this was probably going to be the last laugh I'll have for a while.

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The next morning came around slowly. Like time was going slow intentionally. My eyes flashed open at the sound of running water. I sat up, blinking. My head felt like I had been beaten with a chair.

"You're finally awake," came a soft voice. Draco came walking out, rubbing his hair with a towel, indicating he had just returned from a shower. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"What happened last night?" I asked, my voice coming out raspy.

"Honestly, I don't remember much." I giggled, falling back onto the bed.

"We better not've done anything reckless," I said, staring at the ceiling.

"Why would we do that?"

"Because we were both drunk last night, and teenagers do stupid things when they have chemicals in them."

"Well I'm pretty sure if we made love last night I'd remember," Draco replied, walking back into the bathroom.

"Do you even remember anything?"

"Yes, I remember you getting up on top of a table and pretend to be a stripper." I sighed, disappointed in myself. "And then you tried giving Blaise a lap dance..."

"What? No... I wouldn't do that!" I got out bed, stumbling slightly. I realized I was dressed in only my bra and underwear when Draco grew silent and started staring at me. "Draco, you sick pervert!" I grabbed my shoes and chucked them at him, "you undressed me while I was sleeping!" I yelled, throwing my book at him too.

He ducked, covering his head. "No I did not! You went to bed like that! Besides, it's not like I haven't seen you half naked before anyway..."

"WHAT?!"

"No, wait, that came out wrong — I didn't mean it like that —" More items got thrown in his direction and he sighed, letting one of his own shoes hit him in the back before closing the bathroom door.

After a few minutes of silence, I gathered clothes from my suitcase — Mom must've had an elf drop all my belongings off here — and pounded on the door to the bathroom.

"How much longer are you going to be?" I asked angrily.

"I don't know, how much longer am I going to be?"

Ugh. Draco was so immature.

"C'mon, Draco! I've got a horrible headache, I smell like alcohol..."

"Hold on. I'm almost done!" he replied, shuffling his feet around quickly. As he exited the room, he gave me a mischievous grin. I rolled my eyes, ignoring his odd behavior. Draco was usually more... how do I put it... jerkish at school. More arrogant. And definitely more hostile towards me than he was being.



As I headed down the stairs to the large kitchen, a familiar figure crossed my path.

"I've been waiting for you," sneered Draco, his grey eyes in a blaze.

"Well, aren't you just a gentleman!" I replied, grinning.

"It's not like I had much of a choice. My mother insisted it was only polite," he shrugged, coming nearer. "Besides, it gets me one step closer to making you fall for me." I laughed hysterically.

"Oh, Draco, you're killing me," I put my hand over my heart, "I might die 'cause you're just too funny!"

"Aww, that's too bad," he pouted, sliding his arm around my waist, "because then I'd be marrying a corpse."

"Sucks to be you," I smirked as was walked down the stairs to the dining room.

"Ah, Briar darling!" Narcissa greeted, getting up from the table and kissing both of my cheeks. She kissed Draco once on the cheek. Lucius was nowhere in sight, which didn't surprise me, as he didn't seem like the type to be around that often.

"How did you sleep?" she asked, returning to her seat.

"Peaceful," I lied, because I got barely any sleep due to Draco's snoring. Draco pulled a chair out for me, and I sat down, smiling at him. He grinned, glancing at his mother.

"What about you, Draco?" Narcissa took a sip of what I assumed to be coffee.

"Fine, Mother," he said, looking over at me.

"Oh, yes! I've been meaning to tell you, Briar," she caught my eye, "I hope you are okay with the engagement. Draco has always had a crush on you; even before he started Hogwarts!" she giggled, and Draco sighed.

"Mother, please," he interrupted, embarrassed, "that was when I was like five, and that was because I thought I was her prince charming, which, clearly, is not the case anymore."

"Draco, stop being so negative!" Narcissa hit his hand in a playful way, "anyway, Briar, you are okay with the engagement, yes?" Two House-elves came in and set three plates on the table, each in front of us. I smiled at the elf, who kept his gaze low and exited without a word. Poor thing.

My eyes flickered to Draco, who just smirked, and I looked back at Narcissa. "Yes, of course. I think it is a wonderful idea, and I'm sure Draco and I will grow... fond of each other in time," I answered, smiling. Draco hushed a chuckle and I glared at him, hoping his mother wouldn't notice.

"That is a relief! It truly is," said Narcissa, handing me two pieces of parchment, " now, about today. I have your whole day planned out! And it's going to be just the two of you," I took the paper and unfolded it. Our supplies list for our 6th Year at Hogwarts. Of course. "After you two collect all the needed items, there will be a surprise waiting for you when you return." I could tell by the expression when she spoke that she was extremely excited for us.

"Sounds... thrilling!"

"Don't overdo yourself, Mother," Draco warned, messing with the eggs on his plate. I took a bite of my pancake, the flavor syrup and butter bursting in my mouth.

"Of course not, Draco," she kissed his forehead, "I must leave now. Have a great day you two!" After I heard the door close, I immediately turned to Draco.

"You told your mom you liked me?!"

"I was young!" he stated in defense, "and stupid. Because now you're a total pain in the arse."

"I could say the same to you, Malfoy."

"You should watch your tone," he warned.

"Or what? You're gonna punish me?" I grinned, swallowing the last of my glass of milk.

"I'm thinking about it."

"Please, Draco," I scoffed, wiping my mouth with a napkin, "you're overestimating yourself."

"And you're underestimating me," was the Malfoy's reply.

I smirked at him, "you're arrogant, a sign of ignorance."

"And you're naive, a sign that you lack of education." I swallowed hard and stared at him.

"I'm not even going to bother wasting my breath," I replied, getting up with my plate in hand.

"Leave your plate," commanded the blond, "the elves will take care of it." I frowned at him, but set it back on the table and headed back up towards my room.

"Where could you possibly be going now?" he asked, following me.

"To write a letter."

"To who?"

"That," I turned around, facing him, "is none of your concern."

"Of course it is. I'm your fiancé," he came closer, grabbing my arms, looking me in the eye. It felt uncomfortable to be this close to Draco.

"And I'm your fiancée, and you should respect a woman's privacy."

"How is a letter private? Besides, you aren't a woman until you're eighteen."

"I'm already engaged, so doesn't that make me a woman?"

"Not really..."

"Look, Draco, the point is," I escaped his grip, "it's not really any of your business."

"Fine, fine," he put his hands up in surrender and jumped onto the bed, laying on his back, his arms crosses behind his head, "write your stupid letter so we can leave."

"Thank you," I smiled, sitting down at a desk, dipping my quill in ink and pulled a fresh piece of parchment off a pile.

Hermione,

I have the most jaw-dropping, heart-stopping, news ever to share with you: I'm engaged to Draco Malfoy. I know, I would do something about it if I could, but I can't, and Draco is different when he's not at school.

Anyway, would you mind telling Ron and Harry for me? I'm afraid I won't have much time to write to them, as I can tell my schedule is going to be packed until terms start again. I hope summer is going great for you.

Thanks,
Briar

"... and he's so handsome, and he likes to cook! Not only does he have an amazing body, but he's quite the looker too! Almost like heaven on earth!" rambled Draco.

"Who the hell are you talking to?"

"No one," he sat up, grinning, "I'm impersonating you. Aren't I spot on?"

"Not even close, Malfoy," I rolled my eyes, handing my letter to an owl. The owl flew off, the beat of its wings fading.

"Can we go yet?" he persisted.

"Fine, Draco," I sighed, grabbing my purse and checking to make sure my hair was okay. What? Girls do that all the time... right?

"Why are you even bothering fixing your hair if you're going to mess it up later?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" I raised an eyebrow in question. He only snickered.

"Only time will tell, Briar," his arm wrapped around my waist, "only time will tell..."

Well, today was going to be quite an interesting day. Very interesting.

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So sorry it took so long! I wanted to make sure it was extra long and had no spelling errors! n.n Thanks for your patience and feel free to comment your opinion! :)
~~~Vixen~~~

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