Dramione One-Shots

Slytherin Part 2

So, this is part two of a request from dunleejane, Slytherin! This is how Rowen Slytherin and Emma Dagworth-Granger fell in love!

Emma Dagworth-Granger was sitting in the Gryffindor common room staring at Lily Evans enviously. Lily, with her gorgeous flaming red locks, had every boy after her, even the Gryffindor Prince.

Emma, with voluminous brown locks, was nowhere near as pretty as Lily. Or at least, that's what she thought.

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In the Slytherin common room, as girls batted their eyelashes at him and guys tried to get his attention, Rowen Slytherin stared boredly at the silk of the couch, ignoring everyone.

The girls were all superficial and only after his money. The guys were all pretentious and only after his connections. Well, Rowen was sick of all the suck-ups. He needed to find someone the complete opposite.

Irritatedly slamming the doors to the common room open, he stormed off, not even bothering to shut it. He strode through the halls and slammed straight into a sad looking Dagworth-Granger.

"Watch it, blood traitor!" He said irritably.

Emma stopped picking up her books and turned around to glare at him.

"Blood-traitor, huh?" She said.

"Yeah." He sneered.

"And what's so bad about being kind to everyone?" She fired back.

"It's not bad unless 'everyone' means muggles and muggle-borns!" he said angrily, mad that someone would dare contradict him. He was the Slytherin Prince! Who did this girl think she was?

"Oh really? And what makes you so much better than them?" She asked, arms crossed.

Rowen rolled his eyes. "Are you stupid? Obviously, muggles are inferior because they don't have magic, and muggle-borns are clearly inferior because they're born from those."

At this, Emma just laughed. Rowen glared at her, incensed someone could be so rude!

"Look here, Mr. Pureblood Prince," Emma began. "Wanna bet I can render you speechless with what I'm about to say next?"

Rowen smirked. "What's the wager?"

Emma thought for a minute. "Well, if I win... you have to tell your Slytherin friends that... you fancy a girl who's not in Slytherin, and not one of you blood-snobs. Oh, and you're dating her! And go on about this mystery girl for at least a week, and don't tell them the truth until you actually like someone after the week is up. Oh, and talk about how kind this girl is and how much she loves muggles and muggle-borns, and has inspired you to be a better person. And if they ask what house, say Gryffindor. That should hurt future marriage prospects. And take a chunk out of your ego." Emma smirked. "Still wanna bet?" she asked.

Rowen internally shuddered at the consequences, but being the cocky Slytherin he was, he just nodded. "And if I win... well, I suppose you don't really have any friends who'd care who you date..." At this, Emma's face flushed and she was about to interrupt angrily when he continued. "so I suppose your punishment will be to do anything I say for a week. I'll have plenty of time to decide then. And when I say anything, I mean anything. Even calling 'muggle-borns' mudbloods."