Disclaimer: The oh so lovely Mr Malfoy and other assorted students and staff at Hogwarts does not belong to me, they are all figments of JK Rawlings imagination.
Rating: R, I'm serious, there are a lot of naughty words and raging teenage hormones in this fic. If the idea of Draco Malfoy doing the dirty squicks you then turn around before it is too late. To have Draco naked is one of my main criteria for writing.
Warning: Lots of language, baby making activities and violence.
A/N: I have always been impressed with other writers loooooong headings, I wanted one too. My other fic "Gina" is starting to wrap up (don't worry; there are still a couple of chapters left). So I came up with the ingenious idea of starting a new one. Why is this ingenious you ask? I don't know… I'll think of something. If you want to leave a review I will be ridiculously happy and include you in my list of people to thank when I become rich and famous. Cough*Not Bloody Likely*Cough. A clever person would have this Beta read before posting, but I never said I was too smart. Do you wanna beta my story? Drop me a line.
Other People I Should Mention: Tori Amos, both the story title and chapter title are blatantly stolen from one of her songs. "A Sorta Fairytale".
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A Sorta Fairytale
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Chapter one: The Girl Come Undone
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"Shut up!"
The redheaded girl had tears in her eyes as she shouted.
"What's the matter Weasley, did I find a sore spot?"
The blonde boy smirked at the younger girl.
Nether could really explain how it started. Ginny had forgotten her quill in the potions-dungeons and had come looking for it after dinner only to find Malfoy already there brewing a potion. She couldn't remember who had spoken first, but they had soon been slinging insults at one another.
"You don't get to speak that way about my mum, you're not even worthy to say her name. You're nothing but death-eater scum!"
Draco froze for a second before regaining his bearing
"You shouldn't speak to loud little weasel, after all, it wasn't me who opened the chamber, now was it?"
"How did you know…?" Her voice trembled with fear, he wasn't supposed to know. No one was supposed to know.
"Ugly business that," he continued. "Almost killing that mud-blood bitch your brother is shagging."
"Shut up Malfoy, I'm warning you."
"Oh well at least your brother is getting some, while you run after Potter like a bitch in heat."
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That was it.
The slap resounded in the empty classroom.
Her hand was burning by the force of it, probably not as much as Malfoy's cheek though. Ginny almost smirked at the thought.
Draco lifted one hand to his cheek, the little bitch slapped him. Who the hell did she think she was dealing with? Her brothers and Potter might find that acceptable but if she thought he shared their opinion she had another thing coming.
He struck her back.
It was nowhere near as hard as she had slapped him, but Ginny was still shocked by it. He had struck her!
As the only girl in the Weasley household Ginny had been teased and pushed, locked in her room and once even been tied to a chair by her brothers (It was a long story involving stealing some of the twins filibuster fireworks.). But one of the unbreakable rules of the Weasley household had been that under no circumstances does a boy strike a girl. That rule also applied to the population of Gryffindor Tower.
Draco raised an eyebrow in amusement of the littlest Weasley's shock.
Well what had she expected? The silly chit had slapped him first. They stood there for a few seconds staring at one
another. Draco was about to turn around when Ginny raised her fist to strike again, but Draco caught her hand with
ease.
"You seem awfully fond of corporal punishment, if you wanted me to spank you all you had to do was ask."
Ginny stared at him for a few moments before bursting into a string of curses that would have made George and Fred swell with pride.
Draco looked down on the tiny redhead with a cool amusement as she ranted and raved.
"Really Weasel, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"
Ginny started a new rant, she was so mad she stuttered, but Draco got the general gist of it, which involved kissing the youngest Weasley's shapely arse. Draco actually let out a snort of amusement at that.
After listening to Ginny's curses for a couple of minutes Draco silenced her in the most effective manner he could think of.
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When Draco's lips closed over hers Ginny almost stumbled from the shock, fortunately he had one hand around her waist and the other behind her neck thus keeping her from falling on her aforementioned rear.
At first it was just a way to shut her up while embarrassing her, but when her lips parted to give his roaming tongue access to her mouth it changed into something more. The anger gave way to passion of another kind.
He pulled her closer, feeling her soft curves against his hard planes. She smelled of honey and strawberries.
She was so soft and warm against him.
In retrospect nether was really certain how it happened, they no longer thought rationally, they where controlled by something primal, something raw.
Of lust, of passion, of a force so old and powerful they could not resist.
(Not as if ether of them tried to resist, still…)
If one of them had hesitated for even a second it probably would not have happened. But they didn't hesitate; instead they urged each other on. When Draco lifted her on top of the desk Ginny let her legs circle his waist, when his eager hands pulled her panties down she lifted her hips to help him. Her small hands found their way to the fly of his pants.
Their movements where frenzied there was no time for tender words, only pure need. It was not about making love, it was about finding release from the fire burning between them.
When Draco finally sheeted himself inside her, he was to far gone in a red haze of lust to realize what the slight resistance he meet really was.
Even if he was eager for his own release Draco held himself back, not wanting to end it prematurely. He built a rhythm Ginny could follow, and it was not until he felt her muscles clenching around him that he let himself climax, and collapsed on top of her.
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Nether was able to speak. They just lay there both of them trying to catch their breath, and wrap their minds around what they had done.
When Draco raised himself on to his elbows and studied the girl beneath him, his cool demeanour was replaced with shock and confusion.
The top buttons of her blouse was missing, probably ripped off in the throws of passion. Her tie was askew, her robes discarded on the floor, and the skirt was crumpled around her waist. She looked like the epitome of the seduced schoolgirl.
Her eyes meet his, holding a similar expression of disbelief over what they had just done.
Draco eased himself of her afraid of how she would react.
Ginny sat up slowly, before realizing were they where.
"Oh Circe." Her face was suddenly distorted by an expression of extreme disgust. For a second Draco almost felt wounded, surely it hadn't been that bad? But then she continued. "I can not believe I lost my virginity on Snape's desk. I'll never be able to have potions ever again."
Draco froze for a second as he realized the implications of what she had just said. He had just had some of the best sex in his life… With a virgin.
He suddenly felt almost guilty, a feeling he was not particularly familiar with. As if he had taken something that didn't belong to him. A part of him wanted to apologize, not that he really had anything to apologize for, but still.
Ginny started gathering her clothes, trying to regain her composure. Nether knew what to say, it wasn't as if they really knew one another. They had both detested each other until… well, now.
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"Did it hurt?" Draco asked quietly.
"What?"
"It was your first time, right? Did I hurt you?"
She was surprised by his concern. She had expected him to throw some insult her way and then leave. Or somehow blame her for what happened. But not caring.
She gave him a shy smile and shook her head.
"Good," he visibly relaxed.
It was strange that the idea of causing her pain suddenly was so disturbing to him.
He straightened his uniform quickly, pinning his Head Boy badge back into its proper position, then watched as Ginny struggled with her appearance.
He turned her so that she was facing him, and started mending her blouse with a few transfiguration charms, Ginny blushed at the strange intimacy it involved. His long cool finger brushed over her nipples as he flattened the blouse over her chest, sent shivers down her spine as he straightened her collar.
Draco felt a moment of satisfaction, that the attraction was still mutual.
They stood in silence for a few moments before Draco cleared his throat.
"Right."
Ginny took one hesitant step away from him.
Yes, I should…
Her voice trailed of as she gestured in the general direction of the Gryffindor Tower.
"Right. Me too."
They both fidgeted for a second before Draco headed for the door, turning down the hall deeper into the dungeons.
Ginny watched him leave, before turning the other way, slowly walking away.
"Weasley!"
She turned to face Draco who was twenty feet further down the corridor.
"What?"
"Tomorrow evening meet me in the corridor behind the DADA classroom, after dinner. Don't be late."
He turned and swiftly continued down the hall.
Ginny slowly turned and continued walking away, this time, with a slight smile playing at the corner of her mouth.
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Yep, that's it folks, the first chapter.
So what do you think?
Should I even bother continuing?
I would love to get some feedback on this.
Aurora
TBC…
Probably…