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Our Ridiculous Lives: The Malfoys/Blacks by Fonzzx

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Format: Novella
Chapters: 13
Word Count: 22,062

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Contains Slash (Same-Sex Pairing), Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Drama, Romance, AU
Characters: Draco, Albus, James (II), Rose, Scorpius, Teddy, Victoire, OC, OtherCanon
Pairings: Draco/OC, Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, OC/OC, Sirius/OC

First Published: 10/11/2013
Last Chapter: 11/24/2013
Last Updated: 11/24/2013

Part two, the sequel to My Ridiculous Life: Daisy Potter. It's sixteen years later, following the Next Generation as they begin their lives at Hogwarts. 

So that's our story. We all went through our fair share of pain, but it was definitely worth it in the end, because our family is perfect, and none of us would change it.


Chapter 4: Whoops
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 Chapter 18: Whoops





My boyfriend was grumpy again. I had to admit, he had the brooding vampire thing nailed.


I nudged him at dinner after one Quidditch practise in October when he stabbed his steak with unusual venom. “Are you ok?”


“Hmm?” he shook himself out of his thoughts. “I'm fine. Just thirsty.”


His eyes were a flat black, so I could believe that. He'd told me once that although rare meat and synthetic blood was a substitute, it didn't even come close to the real thing. He needed to hunt. Soon.


He subconsciously licked his lips while he watched me. I gave him a wry smile. “Part veela and part werewolf over here. I won't taste that good.”


He smiled and laughed, taking my hand.


“Go and hunt,” I murmured into his ear, and he stood up and left.


Not long after he'd gone, Teddy and Victoire decided they were sitting with me, having had enough of James and Freddie's dinner table pranks. Half an hour ago, all the roast chickens on the Gryffindor table had sprouted feathers and started dancing.


“Where's Angel?” Teddy asked, stuffing chips in his mouth.


“Hunting,” I replied, watching him with disgust. I couldn't imagine why Victoire found him attractive.


“He'd better be careful, it's full moon,” Teddy said, after swallowing. “I don't want him eating my dad.”


“I doubt he will,” Victoire reassured him, as I snorted. “He's got more chance of catching Buckbeak.”


I finished my dinner and stood up to leave. “I'm going to do my homework.”


Teddy laughed. “Homework. You don't need to do that! Silly little Ravenclaw.”


“Teddy!” Victoire hit him.


“Sorry, not all of us are as naturally clever as you, Lupin,” I grinned, before waving goodbye.


“I'm not that clever, am I?” Teddy asked Victoire as I left.


I sighed and began climbing the many staircases towards the common room. On the fifth floor, Angel caught me up, his eyes back to their usual soft green, and a faint flush in his cheeks. He surprised me by lifting me up and running with me through the corridor, and I giggled the whole way.


I caught sight of Cassie Black looking immensely cross at the sight of us. I felt quite bad, she was nice really (sometimes), and I never really could compete with her, but Angel insisted that it was me he wanted. It was inevitable that they'd end up together. I knew that, deep down. For some reason it didn't stop me going for Angel though.


Once we were in the common room, he put me down at a desk and I pulled my things out my bag to start my Transfiguration essay. He threw himself into a sofa and started to read a book, occasionally looking up at me. After about half an hour I completed my essay, but pretended to keep working, just enjoying his attention. I turned on the Veela charm, just to see what he'd do.


He was by my side in a flash. “You're such a tease, Weasley.”


“Oh yeah? What're you going to do about it, Black?” I countered.


He pulled me up and took me upstairs.


“I'm not having sex with you,” he informed me, before crushing his lips down to mine.


Well, that was a shame. I wasn't about to waste a good opportunity for kissing though, and I returned the kiss enthusiastically.


He pulled me onto his bed, and I turned the Veela charm back on, to try and sway him.


“Stop it,” he muttered into my lips. “Don't make it harder to resist you than it already is.”


“Why not?” I pouted.


“You're underage.”




Angel smiled, and stroked my face. “I'm not going to let you do something that you might end up regretting later.”


I sighed. “Oh, alright then. At least take your shirt off.”


He rolled his eyes and did as he was told. I went back to kissing him.


He was a really good kisser. My imagination wandered and I wondered what he'd be like doing other stuff...


“Dom, stop it,” he chuckled, and I realised my hands were sliding underneath his boxers. At least he definitely wasn't gay, judging from the size of the bulge in them.


“Oh, come on,” I pouted again, flicking the charm back on. It's always worth one last shot.


He pinned me down and kissed me fiercely, his hands caressing me all over. My tie was off, then my robes, my blouse...


“I love you,” I gasped, unable to stop myself.




“I... er, nothing.”


“That's not nothing.”


“No. It is,” I must've been scarlet. “Forget I said anything.”


I sat up and scrambled around for my clothes.


“Dom,” Angel said gently, grabbing my hand. Would he say it too?


“I can't say it back. Not yet,” he confessed.


At least he wasn't lying.


“I need to go,” I lied wildly. “I said I'd meet Mel in the library. Potions research.”


As it happened, she was in the common room when I ran down the stairs. I grabbed her and pulled her through the portrait door.


“Ow!” she shrieked, her black curly hair bouncing and her hazel eyes looking pretty pissed.


“Sorry,” I said automatically. “I've fucked everything up.”


“Oh Merlin. What happened?” She steered me towards the nearest secret passageway that would take us to the kitchens.


“I said I loved him while his shirt was off and I was touching his cock,” I babbled frantically.




“And he said he can't say it back and then I ran away.” I'm good at running away. I had a boyfriend back in second year, Brandon Finnegan, and I ran away when he tried to kiss me.


And Veela are supposed to be graceful. Not me. I got the charm to turn on and off at will but I'm clumsy as fuck. The only time I'm ever graceful is on a broomstick.


Just my luck. Victoire was in the kitchens, conning cake out of the house elves.


“What's wrong with you?” she frowned, looking much more attractive than I ever could.


“She's an idiot,” Mel told her. “She told Angel she loved him while trying to get him to fuck her.”


“Did it work?”


“Obviously not, or she'd be up in Ravenclaw tower shagging his brains out instead of down here, comfort eating with us,” Mel said sarcastically.


“I didn't mean to say it,” I sniffed, tears running down my cheeks. “It just sort of came out.”


“Dom, you shouldn't be having sex anyway,” Victoire scolded me. “You're only fourteen!”


You were only fourteen when you and Teddy started having sex,” I reminded her.


She waved this fact away. “Me and Teddy have been together since third year, it's entirely different. You and Angel have been going out for five minutes and you're not even serious!”


She pushed the plate of cakes that had appeared in front of her at me. I took one and bit into it.


“Do you even love him?” she asked me bluntly.


I nodded. Well, I'd do anything for him. That's what love is, right?


“Well, he'll say it back one day,” Victoire said, although it was obvious she was only saying it to make me feel better. He would leave me, because I wasn't the one for him.


Fuck my life.








Shit fuck wank bugger and arse.


I never wanted to hurt anyone.


I won't lie to her and say it when I don't feel it. Not yet. It's too soon.


To make things worse, she ran off and now I can't find her. I knew it was a bad idea to give James the map. I left the library (where she said she'd be, but clearly wasn't), and made my way to Gryffindor tower.


“Password?” the Fat Lady smirked, knowing full well that I didn't have a clue what it was.


“TEDDY!!!!” I roared at the wall, hoping he could hear me. The portrait swung open, and there he was, his hair a normal brown colour for once.


“Blending in with the natives?” I asked sarcastically.


“I'm not allowed a normal day every now and then?!”


“Can I come in? I need the map.”


He stood aside, and I could feel the Fat Lady's eyes burning a hole in the back of my head from glaring at me.


James and Freddie were playing Exploding Snap by the fire. One of Freddie's dark eyebrows had already been burned off.


“I need the map back,” I said to James. He waved his hand at his bag, and I summoned it out.


“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good,” I muttered, and flicked through the pages. I finally found her in the kitchens, with Victoire. Oh crap.


If it was possible, Victoire was more Veela than Dom. When she was angry, she was angry. She could even throw fire. Teddy learned that the hard way in fourth year.


She was going to rip me to shreds and feed me to the giant squid.


Teddy noticed the look on my face. “What did you do?”


“For once, I didn't actually do anything,” I said. “Dom told me she loved me and I just couldn't say it back. I'm not ready yet.”


Teddy nodded. “Fair enough. Did you tell her that?”




“She's reasonable. She'll understand.”


“It's not her I'm worried about.”


Teddy grinned. “I'll try and calm Vic down.”






I was so livid I could feel heat coming from my hands, and I knew that if I didn't calm down soon, things would get burned.


“Let's go,” Dom said hastily, pulling her friend away. Less than two minutes after she'd gone, Teddy came in.


“Not now Teddy, I don't want to hurt you,” I said through gritted teeth.


“I know. I know what happened. I can understand why you're upset, I would be too.”


That was a surprise. Normally he was loyal to the core to his best friend. Even if his best friend was a vampire-human-wanker hybrid.


“You would?”


“Yes. It's no one's fault though, Vic. Just try and breathe.”


“He must know the effect he has on her,” I said, trying to do as he said, and breathe.


Teddy conjured a bucket and filled it with ice cold water from his wand, just in case. I plunged my hands in there anyway, and felt a cooling relief.


“Crisis averted,” he smiled. “Good timing too, your nose was starting to look a bit beaky.”


“Oh, shut up,” I said, although I couldn't help but smile at his joke.


“He wants to talk to you. I think he genuinely does care about Dom, you know.”


I sighed, taking my hands out the water. “Where is he?”


“The lake. He said he might as well be prepared if you're going to feed him to the squid.”


I got up, and headed that way. It wasn't quite curfew yet, but the sun set absurdly early. It wasn't particularly cold, just a bit nippy, with a bitter wind. I drew my cloak around me and walked the short distance to the lake.


“Hey,” I said shortly. Angel and I had never been on the greatest terms.




I sat down beside him.


“I wanted to explain, before you killed me,” he started. “I really do like Dom. I care about her a lot, enough to stop her from doing something she'd regret, no matter how much I want her to. I just can't say it back. Not yet. I'm not ready.”


“I suppose that's fair enough. She said as much, anyway.” I was surprised how rational I was being.


“She did?”


“She's not mad at you, her pride's just a bit dented, that's all.”


“So... you're not going to kill me for hurting your sister?”


I laughed. “No. Just don't bite her.”


He laughed too. “Ok. Listen... I know we've never really gotten along before, but I hope that can change, even if things don't work out with Dom.”


At least he showed he respected me enough to say that. And he came to talk to me when he knew I'd be mad. And he respects my sister enough to not jump into bed with her when she becomes a sex crazed maniac. Why wasn't he in Gryffindor? Or even Hufflepuff for that matter?


“I suppose you've proven yourself to me,” I smiled.