The heirs of the four founders

Disclaimer: NOT MINE! Although I wish they were a product of my very own imagination, sad to say I only own the plot.

~*The train ride and the carriage encounter*~

It all started on a cold night on Friday the 13^th of December. Curses flew through the air of the Great Hall and the air was tense.

          “You’ve got to stop this Salazar!” Godric yelled.

          “And let all the mudbloods in my school, I don’t think soo! Serpensortia!” Salazar answered.

          “Both of you stop!” screamed Helga running towards both of them. Imobiulus Petrificaro!” she said and both men were frozen in space, only their head could turn. The blond haired man turned to face the object of his affection, who he knew, would never look at him in the same light he saw her. That’s the reason he started this battle. She loved that fool, a piece of wizard trash, Gryffindor!

          “….irresponsible, immature! How could you, both of you? What were you thinking?”

          “We…I…he started it! He said he and his pet monster were going to rid the world of all mudbloods!” Godric mumbled.

          “Is that true?” she asked siding with Godric, the man who she loved with all her heart, but didn’t love her in return, he loved her best friend! There was no use in telling her the truth. She would believe that poor excuse of a wizard which she ‘dearly’ loved. Eh, it made him sick. So he did the only thing he everybody excepted to do.

          “Yes…yes I did!” Salazar admitted as Rowena came through the oak doors.

          “How could you Salazar? We trusted you!”

          “Clearly, you trusted me too much!” he said and gave a cold, dry laugh.

          “You do realize that we’ll have to banish you!”

          “Of course my dear Rowena,”

          “Finite Incatateum!” Helga said and they were both released. “Now go, before we change our mind and kill you!” she threatened. His heart broke into bits and pieces at the mention of that from the mouth of the one he loved, but he was not weak. Oh no, Salazar Slytherin was not weak.

          “Fine,” he said and collected his thoughts as he shoved his wand back into his pocket. “But you haven’t seen the last of the great Salazar Slytherin. One day, you will all pay, and through the simple hand of my heir.” And with that he left

          “What are we going to do now?” Helga asked.

          “We’ll just have to wait and hope our heirs will handle him.

          “I guess so……….

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Red, everywhere…RED! Why couldn’t I have had black or brown hair? Thought Ginny to herself. Ginny Weasley wasn’t at all what she thought she was. She was very beautiful indeed. This year she was going to have guys drooling over her, just like Hermione had. But of course she didn’t think herself beautiful. In fact she was breath taking. She had blood-red hair, curly and with blond streaks of highlights. She had ivory skin and had grown out of her petite figure. She was no 5’ 8’’ and had nice round curves to compliment her tall, slender figure. She looked at herself again in the mirror and pulled over her a green tube top and a jean skirt, with a black pair of sandals. She fixed her hair with an ‘all day long lasting charm for bouncy curls’ charm and added shiny lip gloss to her lips. She grabbed her Hogwarts trunk and Headed over to breakfast. This was going to be a long year, she just knew it!

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Ginny and Hermione had just finished changing and were now sitting in an ‘all Gryffindor girls’ compartment. The rest of the girls started chatting and so did Ginny and Hermione.

          “So Gin-Gin, who’s the eye candy this year?” her friend asked. Ginny was about to respond when Pavarti and the rest called.

          “Listen you guys, we’re going to go get some food, we’ll be back.” And with that the girls were gone leaving only Ginny and Hermione.

          “Have anybody in mind?” she asked again

          “Not really,” Ginny said. She didn’t want to tell her friend that she still had that stupid crush on Harry, sometimes she even thought she was in love with the guy. “What about you?” she asked Hermione. At this the brown haired girl blushed hotly and looked at the ground which seemed oddly interesting.

          “ ‘Mione?”

          “You… see.. Harry asked me out….and…I..I… said YES! Oh Gin he’s so cute.” Her friend shrieked, but Ginny could only hear one sentence spinning in her head. ‘Harry asked me out and I said yes..yes..yes…yes. She was snapped out of her trance as the compartment door open and Ginny smiled, looking up, waiting to find Pavarti and the rest of the girls. Her smile died on her lips and venoms look crossed her face as she looked in the cold grey eyes of the person. Draco Malfoy.

          “Well, well, well,” he drawled lazily, leaning on one foot, “What do we have here? A mudblood bitch and a scarred little weasel…” he trailed off.

          “You’re one to talk ferret-boy. Go bleach your hair blondy! Let’s go Herm, daddy’s little boy, can have the compartment all to his sick self.” Ginny said and grabbed her friends hand and swept past Malfoy. As they past him, he leaned in towards the door a little more, just enough for Ginny to brush her leg over his thigh. He stared at their retreating backs and thought to himself. God the weasel’s hot, and she’s got spunk too! I’ll have to add her to my ‘wanted girls’ list.  He chuckled at the thought and sat down  in the compartment, never taking his mind of the Fiery redhead once.

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“You go ahead Ginny, I want to go find Ron,” Hermione said as Ginny got up in one of the horseless carriages.

Ginny sat down and relaxed into the comfy couch of the carriage. It had started moving when Ginny felt something shift beneath her. She wasn’t actually seating in a couch, but on a rather comfy person, Malfoy.

She screamed and tried to get off, bet his legs, which were wrapped around her own, prevented her from doing so. He threw his invisibly cloak off on the opposite couch and nuzzled his head at the base of her neck.

She could feel his hot breath on her neck as he devilishly gave her a playful bite.

“What did you do to yourself Virginia, you look beautiful?” he asked huskily, sucking gently on her earlobe.

He gripped her waist and placed her on the couch, her back press against the carriage’s walls. He lowered himself onto her, capturing her mouth into a breathtaking kiss.

At first she started to protest, but found it useless, I might as well enjoy this, she thought as she allowed him access to her mouth. He gently nibbled on her lower lip and she moaned into his mouth.

Soon enough, her legs were wrapped over his hips, and he was gripping her waist tightly as never wanting to let go, but get himself lost in the sea of red curls which was her hair. Her hands were swarming his chest as he trailed a line of wet kisses around her collar bone. He rubbed her thighs gently and kissed her fully on the lips once more. She moaned in pleasure and arched her front into him, throwing back her hair. He groaned loudly as her fragile body came in contact with his manhood, which hardened with pleasure. She gasped as she felt something hard rub against her flat stomach.

“Look what you do to me little weasel,” he whispered softly in her ear as the carriage stopped to a halt. He kissed her passionately once more before he stood up “Until next time,” he said, raking his hand through his hair and getting out of the carriage. I need a cold shower, he thought to himself as he walked towards the castle.

Ginny stood on the couch, staring at his back, painting slowly, trying to register what just happened. Did I just had a snog session with Malfoy? 

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          All through dinner, Ginny was quiet, talking to Hermione now and then and shoving some food into her mouth. When dinner was over, she was glad to be able to finally go to bed and forget about the day’s events. How could she possibly face her brother when she got flashes of Malfoy and her kissing, every time she looked at him? She felt so guilty, but at the same time, she felt like she was burning with fire. A fire only Malfoy could cool down with his long, slender fingers. She sighed and got undressed brushing her teeth before going to bed. She blew out the candles hoping she would stop feeling so guilty about her brother. He would say I betrayed the family name or something…But I like Malfoy…He’s so hot…No Ginny, no. Bad Ginny!  What would Ron say...Oh screw Ron! She thought as she fell asleep, images of a certain blond Slytherin, corrupting her mind.

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          Ginny woke up at around 7:30. She groaned sleepily as she got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. After taking a hot shower, she felt way better. She grabbed a white tang-top, which she slid underneath her Hogwarts robe and pulled on her black uniform skirt. She charmed her curls to stay bouncy all day, and added vanilla lip gloss to her pouty lips. She climbed downstairs, grabbing her book bag in the process of greeting Hermione, Ron and Harry. All four of them headed to breakfast, and sat down in their usual seats.

          When the mail arrived, every student got their schedules by owl. Ginny, unlike the rest of the students, had two owls. One was brown and white and had brought her the scheduled and another one was black and had a parchment tied on to it’s leg. She untied the letter and the owl flew off.

          Virginia Weasley was written in green elegant handwritten letters on the front of the envelope. She ripped open the red, wax seal and pulled out the parchment note.

          Dear Red,

Meet me at Derafigin’s portrait at 12’00, at today.

          Yours truly,

                   Bleached boy, also known as resident evil

          “Who’s that from?” asked Ron munching on a piece of toast.

          “This… it’s from …Ma..Mom. She wanted to know if we reached Hogwarts okay.” Ginny replied.

          “Oh…Okay!” he said and turned around to talk to Harry. Hermione however gave her a suspicious look and told her they should better head to their first period class.

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