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The Source - Chapter Twenty-Four
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Draco had three days to figure out what Ginny meant by a fairy tale and was raking his brains for ideas. The only fairy tale he knew was The Trojan Horse. He knew that because he was looking at War stories when he was young and came across it accidentally.
Draco was sitting in the middle of the Prefects meeting mumbling to himself. "…Fairy tale?" he was lost in his own world and didn't hear Hermione calling him.
"Malfoy!" She screamed into his ear.
Draco shot up from his chair because of the sudden load noise.
"Do you want to make me deaf or something, Granger?" he growled. Hermione shook her head and sighed.
"Really, Malfoy, I thought you would have become more responsible after becoming Head Boy, but here you were daydreaming through the whole meeting," Hermione tutted. Draco glared at her.
"I was not daydreaming. I was actually thinking about some very important things," He argued and then stormed out of the room to head for the library.
Draco made his way to the muggle section secretly and was looking for their books on fairytales.
<I know it must be somewhere here,> he thought and pulled out a book to read the cover.
<What the hell is Cinderella?> Draco thought and then roughly shoved the book back, but was then surprised when someone cleared their voice behind him.
He turned his head around and saw Hermione standing behind him with a peeved look on her face.
"Being Head Boy, you should really treat the books in the Library with respect," she said acidly. Hermione then pushed past Draco and went to put the book back properly.
"What are you doing in the muggle section anyway, Malfoy?" Hermione asked. Draco frowned.
"None of your bloody busin-"
<Hold on, Granger is a muggle-born, she'll know about fairy tales.> Draco then cleared his throat.
"Uh, I mean nothing really important, just looking for some fairy tales. Do you happen to know where they are?"
<No way am I going to lose this bet, even if I have to ask Granger for help>
Hermione gave Draco a weird look but then bent down to the lower shelf and grabbed a couple of books.
"Here, Malfoy, are all the fairytales the Library has." And she dumped the books into his arms. "What do you want with them anyway?" she asked.
<No harm in telling her the truth I guess,> Draco thought.
"It's to win a bet," he answered and then left quickly.
Hermione just shrugged her shoulders and also left the muggle section.
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Ginny walked through the portrait to go into Draco's room but was prevented from going any further by him standing in front of her.
"Bloody hell, Malfoy. What are you trying to do, give me a heart attack?" Ginny said holding her hand to her heart.
"No, It's just you can't come into my room for the next few days. I'm preparing for our little bet so I can't let you see anything." Ginny raised her eyebrow.
"Really. You've figured out what I want already?" Draco smirked.
"Maybe, now get out of here, I'll go pick up my medicine at the hospital wing the next few nights but you have to come here on the night of your birthday, alright?" Ginny sighed.
"Alright then, here, take your medicine." She handed him a bottle and then left his room.
After Ginny had gone Draco relaxed. His room had papers everywhere. They were all copies of the fairy tales Hermione had given him; he had copied them and took them back to his room to analyse. So far he had found out that most fairytales had princes who rescued girls in trouble. There would be a problem at the start but then the hero, which would be the prince, would solve the problem by killing the bad guy and then live happily ever after with the girl.
<I can't believe Weasley actually likes this kind of stuff. Oh well, a bet is a bet, and I will not lose.>
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Ginny's 'surprise' birthday party (she already knew about it so it wasn't much of a surprise) had ended and she could finally get the chance to go to Draco's room and see what he had come up with. She said the password and stepped into his room.
Ginny was very confident that Draco would lose the bet. He probably didn't even know what a fairytale was, let alone give one to her. Hell, she didn't even know how he could give a fairytale to her. She had asked for it because when she was little, her father would read fairytales to her before bedtime and then she would have wonderful dreams about princes on white horses. It had been wonderful.
Draco was sitting in his chair at his desk waiting for her and the moment he saw her he stood up to greet her.
Ginny smiled victoriously. It didn't look like Draco was going to give her the present she wished for.
"So, Malfoy, are you prepared to lose?" Ginny asked. Draco smirked.
"No, I'm actually prepared to win," he said smugly. Ginny raised one of her eyebrows.
"Really? Now I really want to know how you plan on winning our bet."
"Simple," Draco said and then took a red leather bound book from the top of his desk and handed it to Ginny. "I think this should qualify for me to win."
Ginny took the book and looked at the front cover. Printed in nice gold cursive writing was the word Rosalie.
Ginny ran her hand over the word in astonishment. "How did you know that was my middle name?" she asked, utterly surprised. Draco smiled.
"I saw Granger writing you a birthday card."
Ginny then opened the book and read the first few lines. Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there lived a farmer who had a wife, six sons and a lovely daughter named Rosalie.
Ginny couldn't hold her self up anymore and sat down in one of the chairs next to Draco's desk.
"You wrote me a fairytale?" she said with wonder and disbelief.
"It was what you wanted wasn't it?" Draco asked.
"It's more than what I wanted, it's absolutely wonderful," Ginny said cheerfully and returned to start reading her Fairytale.
Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there lived a farmer who had a wife, six sons and a lovely daughter named Rosalie. This merchant and his family lived on a small farm out in the countryside. The farmer and his family worked together to keep the farm running so that they could buy food to feed the whole family.
Unfortunately, during one particular year, the farmer's land did not grow enough wheat for them to sell and pay for food and necessities, so the farmer had to borrow money from the evil sorcerer, Gobbing. The farmer promised to pay back the money the following year, where he hoped the land would improve and produce more wheat.
For one more year, the farmer and his family lived happily together but when it was time to harvest the wheat to sell and earn money, the farmer found that it was not enough to pay the evil sorcerer back. The Farmer was very worried, and on the night his loan was due the evil sorcerer came and was demanding to get his money back.
"I am sorry, Sir," the farmer said. "Please give me one more year, and I will give your money back," the farmer pleaded.
The sorcerer grew angry and sent the Farmer flying to the other side of the room. The noise woke up the whole house and the Farmer's wife and children came running into the main room.
The sorcerer saw the farmer's only daughter, Rosalie, and captured her in his arms.
"I will keep your daughter with me until you can pay back the money you owe me." And then the evil Sorcerer left the house dragging a screaming Rosalie.
The sorcerer made Rosalie help him with his potions everyday and during the night, to prevent her from running away; he turned her into a Red Rose, and placed her on his windowsill.
Every year the farmer would come and beg the sorcerer to give his daughter back but the sorcerer refused because he was greedy and always said that the farmer didn't have enough money.
Years had gone by and Rosalie was now 16 years old. She was tall and slender with freckled cheeks and a head of long silky red hair. Rosalie was a happy girl but had no friends because during the day the sorcerer always kept her locked up in his dark gloomy house making potions while at night he turned her into a Red Rose to prevent her from escaping.
It was on a bright sunny day that Prince Drake-
Ginny giggled and looked up at Draco who was sitting in the chair opposite of her waiting patiently.
"Prince Drake?" Ginny teased.
"Well, I don't think there is another name in the world better than that," Draco said, smiling.
Ginny smiled back and then returned back to her reading.
It was on a bright sunny day that Prince Drake was roaming the countryside on his horse and came across the sorcerer's gloomy house. He heard from villagers about all the great potions this sorcerer could make and wanted to pay him a visit. Prince Drake knocked on the door and waited patiently for someone to answer.
The sorcerer was out doing business so Rosalie was left alone in the house but a spell prevented her from stepping outside the house. Rosalie opened the door and saw the handsome face of Prince Drake. He was tall, had a head of white blond hair and had silver-gray eyes.
"How may I help you, Sir?" Rosalie asked politely.
"I was hoping to speak to the great sorcerer and ask if he could help me," the prince answered politely.
"My master is out right now, but you could come in and wait for him if you like," Rosalie informed the prince.
The prince nodded his head and stepped into the house. Rosalie gestured to a chair for the prince to sit in and he did.
"May I ask what you need my Master for?" Rosalie asked politely.
"I was hoping he could help cure an illness that I have had for many years," the prince told Rosalie.
"Maybe I could help you, Sir," she said.
"Really," the prince said happily. "It is a coughing disease. If I breathe in dust it makes me unable to breath," Prince Drake told Rosalie of his symptoms.
Rosalie nodded and began taking out ingredients from cupboards and draws.
"What are you doing?" the prince asked.
"Making your cure, Sir," Rosalie answered.
Prince Drake sat back in his chair and watched as Rosalie expertly mixed ingredients together in a cauldron. After she had finished she poured the potion into a bottle and handed it to the Prince. He took the bottle and looked at Rosalie.
"It should cure you, Sir," Rosalie said politely.
The prince believed her and drank the potion quickly. He didn't feel any different so was unable to tell if it worked or not.
Rosalie picked up a hand of saw dust and blew in onto the prince's face. The prince waved his hands about to clear up the dust and then paused.
"I'm still breathing," he said cheerfully. Rosalie smiled.
"Then it proves you are cured," she said. The prince was very grateful.
"Is there anything I can do for you to repay how you have helped me?" he asked her. Rosalie smiled sadly.
"I wish to be free again. Could you help me achieve that?" she asked pleadingly.
Rosalie then told the prince of her story and how the sorcerer was evil and even if her family had enough money to pay him back he would not let her go.
The prince listened to her story and devised a plan to rescue Rosalie. And the only way to save her was to kill the evil sorcerer.
The prince devised a plan to come back at night and kill the evil sorcerer when he was asleep, and told Rosalie to make a potion which could turn her from a red rose and back into a person.
It was midnight that night and Prince Drake crept into the old house quietly. Rosalie had told Prince Drake where the sorcerer slept so he made his was quietly to its room. The sorcerer was indeed sleeping and didn't notice as Prince Drake held his sword up high and stabbed it through the evil sorcerer's heart. The sorcerer's eyes shot open and stared up at Prince Drake while its hand flew out and grabbed the sword, which was stabbed into its heart. Prince Drake was surprised brought out all his courage to push the sword deeper into the sorcerer's heart. The sorcerer let go of Prince Drake's sword and his eyes closed shut.
Prince Drake put his knife back into the sheath and descended down the stair to look for Rosalie. He looked through the whole house and finally found her on the kitchen windowsill. A once stemmed rose in a flowerpot, the flower bud was spread wide and was a rich red color. Prince Drake made his way to the windowsill and took out the potion Rosalie had given him this afternoon. He poured it over the rose and watched as it transformed back into the girl he met this morning.
"Thank you, Prince Drake," Rosalie said gratefully.
"Is that it?" Ginny said disappointed. Draco cleared his throat uncomfortably.
"Well, I didn't know how to end it. All the endings from the fairytales I've read were so soppy and boring, not to mention way too cliché." Ginny sighed.
"I know, but still, it must have a nice ending or it wouldn't be a fairytale."
"Why don't you tell me how you want it to end then, it is your fairy tale after all." Draco suggested.
Ginny thought about it for a while and then nodded. She handed the book back to Draco where he opened it up on his desk and got a quill ready to write.
"Since you don't think it should be too soppy, then maybe Prince Drake should take Rosalie back to her family," Ginny said. "And then she can live happily ever after."
Draco thought about the idea and nodded his head. "It is much better than the prince marrying her, and then they both live happily ever after," he said. Ginny also nodded.
"Yeah, now is that original enough for you and not too cliché?" Draco smiled.
"It's good, but I think I can make it better."
He turned around in his chair and started to write the story again.
Prince Drake led Rosalie out of the dark, gloomy house and told her he would take her back to her family. She got onto the Prince's horse sitting in front of him and they set off away from the evil sorcerer's house.
Prince Drake and Rosalie finally made it back to the farm and he helped her to get off the horse.
"Thank you, sir, for freeing me and also returning me back to my family," Rosalie said to the prince.
"It was the least I could do to repay you for curing my illness," the prince answered back.
Rosalie smiled.
Prince Drake then took a bangle out of his pocket and slipped it onto Rosalie's hand. .
"I don't know if we will ever meet again, but I would like to give you this for you to remember me by."
Prince Drake then kissed Rosalie on the cheek and jumped back onto his horse. He took one last look at her and then rode away.
Rosalie looked at the wonderful piece of jewellery on her hand and watched as the Prince disappeared into the horizon. She then walked into her house to see her family again and lived happily ever after.
Draco put his quill down and handed the open book back to Ginny. She stood there reading it and didn't notice Draco going to his secret little vault. By the time Draco was back to Ginny's side she had finished reading it and was smiling.
"That was a beautiful story, Malfoy. I guess you win the bet then," Ginny said to him.
"I knew I would win," he said confidently. "And now, to give you your birthday present."
Ginny was confused and held the book up. "But this was my birth-"
"No, that was to win the bet," Draco cut in. He then took Ginny's hand gently and from behind his back produced a silver bangle. "This is your real birthday gift." He then slipped the piece of jewellery onto her hand.
Ginny was clutching the book tightly in one hand while the other hand, which had the bangle on it, was frozen in mid air.
"But, Malfoy, I can't accept this. It's…"
"It's just a simple birthday present," Draco finished for her.
Ginny looked at Draco and saw that he was very sincere so she accepted it.
"Thank you, Malfoy," she said smiling.
"Happy Birthday, Weasley."
End of Chapter Twenty-Four. Thanks for reading and I Hope you Review.
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