Title: Dahlia's Dragon
Pairings: Fem!Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Blaise/Teddy Nott
Warnings: Language (duh, these are teens!), preg, Kidnapping? Torture? (we'll see... kidnapping and torture depend on whether this becomes a multi-chapter story.)
A/N: I hope you like this. I might, or might not, make this into a multi-chapter story. Let me know which you might like.
Dahlia Potter walked along the halls of Hogwarts. She couldn't believe that she was now in her seventh year. Her long black hair was in a braided coil, with a long braided tail hanging over her shoulder. It was how she had her hair fixed a year ago, for her wedding. Who did she marry? Draco Lucius Malfoy. Normally, you'd think that rivals couldn't possibly fall in love with each other, but they had been friends since third year. They only pretended to still hate each other so that her 'friends' didn't know.
"Dahlia!" yelled a familiar, but unwelcome voice. It was Ron Weasley.
Dahlia turned her head to look at him. "Yes, Ronald?" She asked, politely. She didn't want to talk to him, but maybe this would get him to leave quicker.
"I was just wondering if you wanted to go to the Three Broomsticks. On a date, I mean," he stammered. Inside, he smirked. He didn't like her, or wanted to be her friend, but if this got him money he'd do anything.
Dahlia swallowed. "Ron, I'm taken. Aren't you going out with Hermione anyway?"
Ron spluttered. "Who're you with? Break up with him!"
"Ronald Weasley! I will not break up with someone just because you say so!" Dahlia turned, and left him there. She was almost to the Great Hall, when a Malfoy house elf appeared with a three-month-old baby boy.
"Mistress Dahlia, young master wanted you." The female house elf handed the baby over.
"Thank you, Misky." Dahlia cuddled her son. "Let's go tell the school about you, Augustus Draco Malfoy."
Dahlia couldn't believe her friend, Hermione punched Draco Malfoy! Yes, he did say awful things about Buckbeak, but she didn't have to punch him! She could have just said something like 'piss off' or something like that. Dahlia shook her head at Hermione's actions. Her eyes caught Malfoy's as he ran by her. "Sorry," she mouthed to him. She could tell he was confused about why she would say sorry for her friend, but Dahlia would explain to him later.
~right before the leaving feast~
Dahlia stood alone outside the Great Hall. She had told her friends that she would catch up later. As Dahlia waited, she saw Malfoy walk up with his friends. "Malfoy," she said only loud enough for him and his friends to hear. "May I talk to you, Malfoy? Alone?" She spoke respectfully, bowing her head politely (as an heiress to an heir).
Draco Malfoy looked at her suspiciously. He motioned the others to go into the Great Hall with a look that said, 'I'll tell you later.' "You had something important to say, Miss Potter?" He asked, as protocol demanded.
"Mr. Malfoy, you might be wondering why I said sorry about Miss Granger's actions." Dahlia looked up into Malfoy's grey eyes. "I didn't think she should have done what she did. She should have handled it differently. I'm sorry I didn't say something to her then." She looked back down at her feet, a light blush of embarrassment bloomed upon her cheeks.
"No, don't apologize. I was at fault too. Though I am loath to admit it." He smirked as she giggled lightly. He held out a hand. "Truce? Friends, or just acquaintances?"
Not wanting a repeat of first year, Dahlia put a dainty hand in his slightly larger hand. "Friends."
~after Ron shows his true colors by accusing Dahlia of entering the tournament~
Dahlia ran into Draco's arms. "Draco, you've got to believe me! I didn't put my name into the Goblet, and I didn't ask anyone to do it for me!"
"I know," he said, hugging her close. "I know, Dahl. Who do you think did it?"
"Well," she said, thinking about it rationally. "The other two heads of the schools couldn't have done it. They wouldn't have wanted to have two Hogwarts champions, but we do now. Dumbledore could have... maybe. But the one person that could have done it the easiest, is Moody, and only because he doesn't seem all there."
~after Sirius's death (sad, i know)~
Draco held Dahlia close as she cried. "I'm sorry baby. I'm so sorry that you lost your godfather. Maybe we can search through the Malfoy library, and find a way to bring him back. I promise to do everything I can to make it happen. I want you to be happy."
"Oh, Dray!" Dahlia cried. "You're so sweet, and I don't deserve you!"
"No, it is I that don't deserve you. You are wonderful, kind, beautiful, smart, brave, trustworthy, sweet, and everything else. I love you so much." He almost fell backwards when she leapt at him.
"I love you too! I've loved you for so long!" She kissed him on the mouth.
When they pulled away, he said, "I know now's not the time, but I'll help you get emancipated so you don't ever have to go back to those muggles, and then... will you marry me and make me the happiest man alive?"
She stared at him in shock. "Marry at sixteen? Of course I'll marry you!" She laughed in happiness. "Now, do you have the ring? Or do we have to go searching for one?"
He pulled a box out of his pocket, and opened it to show a white-gold band with a huge diamond on top and a little emerald on either side of the diamond. He pulled the ring out of the box, and gently placed it on her left ring finger.
"Draco, it's beautiful!" She kissed him again, but for much longer this time. "Let's go tell your friends."
~half-way through the year~
"Draco, I'm pregnant. I know we've only been married for six months, but I asked Sev to get me to the Malfoy's private healer. I'm two months pregnant. We haven't even talked about having children so soon." Draco could only stare in shock and surprise.
Well, what do you think? Good? Bad? Should I keep it a one-shot? Make it a multi-chaptered story?