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: Yes I am working on Gina, but it will be a couple of days as I actually have a Beta on that story.
Other People I Should Mention: Tori Amos, who wrote the lovely song "A Sorta Fairytale". Norah Jones, the lyrics in this chapter are from the song "Something Is Calling You" Want mood music? There you go.
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A Sorta Fairytale
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Chapter Three: Something Is Calling
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Don't tell them,
they'll only drink your tears.
Don't do it,
not in a hundred years.
You know it.
You feel it.
I do too.
Just listen,
something is calling you
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"Professor! Professor!"
Padma Patil banged on the door. Until it was pulled open.
"What is the meaning of this ruckus?"
"Professor, its Ginny Weasley. I think she's dead!"
Minerva McGonagall froze at the Ravenclaw prefects words.
Dead?
"There's so much blood. Oh gods, please hurry professor."
After activating the silent alarm, that would alert the rest of the teachers, McGonagall was soon chasing after the prefect down the halls.
Her heart was clenching at the thought of informing Molly Weasley of the death of her little girl.
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"How bad is it?" McGonagall asked
Poppy sighed, "Well she'll be fine eventually, but I'm worried."
"Why?"
"Some of her injuries were inconsistent with falling down the stairs."
"What do you mean?"
"Aside from the head trauma and the bruising you can expect from a fall down the stairs, there is quite some bruising on her upper thigh, there was some dried blood as well and…" Madam Pomfrey bit her lip. "Well, she had intercourse very shortly before her fall, the question is if it was voluntary or not."
The normally calm head of Gryffindor gasped.
"Surely Poppy, you don't think she was raped?"
The nurse hesitated before answering.
"I honestly can't tell you, not based of the medical evidence, but…"
The implication was clear, even if left unsaid.
"I'll inform the headmaster." McGonagall shook her head sadly, "Do you have any idea when she will wake up?"
"She will sleep till morning."
McGonagall nodded. "I'll tell her brother to come by after classes; she'll be awake by then?"
The nurse nodded.
"Are you going to inform him of her injuries?"
The head of Gryffindor shook her head. "No, until we know exactly what happened I'll just tell him she probably fell down the stairs."
Poppy looked up at the paintings whispering frantically on the wall. "I fear it might be too late."
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"Have you heard?"
Draco turned to face Zabini, who was sitting next to him at the Slytherin table.
"Hear what?" he questioned
"About that Gryffindor girl?"
"What girl?"
"Well" Blaise intoned. "Rumour has is that last night when Padma Patil was doing evening rounds she found a sixth year at the bottom of the main staircase, unconscious."
"Really?"
"Yeah, and all the Professors are on edge now. Apparently the girl had been raped or something."
Draco's eyes narrowed.
"Raped?"
"Well, that was what Pansy said." Blaise shrugged.
Draco scanned the Gryffindor table, trying to see who was missing, but it was rather late and a lot of students had already left breakfast.
"So, do you know who it was?"
"The Gryffindor? I think it was Weasley's sister. Jilly or Ginny, or something like that."
Draco chocked on his coffee.
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The darkness slowly gave way to light.
Her throat felt dry and sore, like she had been screaming. Her head was pounding and there was not a spot on her body that did not ache.
Kill me now, Ginny thought, and sent several not so nice though in the general direction of the higher powers.
"Miss Weasley. You're awake."
Ginny groaned as she opened her eyes, and was almost blinded by the bright sunlight shining through the windows of the hospital wing.
"Hurts," Ginny coughed,
"Yes, right. Well you seem to have been in a bit of an accident. I was wondering if you might feel up to telling us what happened to you."
Ginny looked up at the expectant nurse.
"I fell."
"Was that all that happened? You can tell me the truth."
"It is the truth."
Madam Pomfrey did not seem convinced, but let the subject be. After all, Albus and Minerva would talk to the girl shortly.
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Draco felt nauseous.
What had happened to her after she left?
Was it his fault?
Maybe he had been to rough? They said there had been a lot of blood, a pool of it; she couldn't have bled all that from inside of her? No.
Oh Merlin, he hoped not.
He had told Professor Snape he had some Head Boy duties to attend to, so he had gotten out of double potions with Gryffindor.
Maybe he should go see her?
He looked up only to find that somehow his feet had steered him in the direction of the infirmary. He stood outside debating whether or not to enter, when he heard voices coming in his direction. The headmaster and McGonagall. He ducked trough the open door behind him, leading to one of the isolation rooms. He stood closely to the door trying to hear their conversation.
"Has she said anything?" The headmaster sounded worried.
"She claims she simply fell down the stairs." McGonagall's crisp tone implied more.
Dumbledore sighed.
"Let us just hope she is being truthful."
"But Poppy was convinced that Miss Weasley had been intimate with a boy very shortly before the attack."
"That doesn't necessarily mean that she was coerced."
"Honestly Albus, Miss Weasley is proper young lady. And Harry is not that kind of boy."
The headmaster snorted.
"Really Minerva, Harry Potter is not the only boy in this school, and though I have no doubt that Ginny Weasley is a fine girl, she is also sixteen."
The tartan professor gasped.
"Come now, you were sixteen once as well, were you not?"
She giggled and Draco almost got reacquainted with his breakfast, the Gryffindor Dragon-lady having sex, now there was a mental image worth years of therapy.
So she was awake, that was something. And she hadn't been raped. The thought of someone else's hands on Ginny Weasley's frail body had somehow filled him with a rage like nothing he had known before. How did anyone dare touch her, she was his.
He waited until he heard the voices fade, as the Professors rounded the corner, before quickly slipping across the hallway and into the infirmary.
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Even with bruises covering most of her face and with a huge bandage wrapped around her head Ginny still looked beautiful.
She seemed to be asleep. Her eyes were closed and she looked like something out of a fairytale. Taking into consideration her severely bruised state and the flaming red hair fanning the pillow she probably looked like Little Red Riding hood after the wolf had eaten her. He grinned, thinking that in that scenario he was unsure whether he was the wolf, or the hunter.
"Hey little Red", he whispered, and stoked a curl away from her cheek.
She opened her eyes, giving him a small smile.
He held on to the lock of hair, twirling it absentmindedly around his finger. Unsure what to say.
"You made me worry." His voice was cool; never betraying how much that small admission actually cost him.
Ginny brushed her thumb across his hand, that still playing with her hair.
"But I'm alright now."
"Yes," he nodded. "Don't do it again… I don't like it."
Her eyes widened slightly at his strange confession of caring. Draco Malfoy didn't care about people; it was common knowledge, especially if their last name was Weasley. But this was the second time, in less than 24 hours; he had expressed concern for her wellbeing. So Ginny wisely held her tongue, and meekly nodded her head, before watching him leave the room.
She gave a sigh, before sinking back into her pillow.
Her life had suddenly become a lot more interesting, as she seemed to have developed a resent penchant for trouble.
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What difference,
do you think that it makes.
If you give,
or if its you who takes.
I know it.
I feel it.
You do too.
Just listen,
you'll hear it calling you
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TBC...
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