Disclaimer: The assorted students and staff at Hogwarts does not belong to me, they are all figments of JK Rawlings
imagination. With the exception the 25 year old incarnation of Draco Malfoy witch I have blatantly stolen, and is now
tied to my bed… btw If anyone sees Severus Snape, please return him to his rightful owner… No wait, just give him to
me.
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. Oh wait, it already is.
Warning: Lots of language, baby making activities and violence.
A/N: Why do I suddenly get a sneaking suspicion that this fic is going to end up looking a lot like my media library?
Other People I Should Mention: Tori Amos, the story title is blatantly stolen from one of her songs. "A Sorta Fairytale". The lyrics I used in this chapter are from the song "You're Not Alone" by Olive.
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A Sorta Fairytale
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Chapter Five: You're Not Alone.
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In a way it's all
A matter of time.
I will not worry for you.
You'll be just fine.
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Take my thoughts with you,
And when you look behind,
You will surely see a
Face that you recognize.
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You're Not Alone.
I'll wait 'til the end of time.
Open your mind.
Surely it's plain to see
You're Not Alone.
I'll wait 'til the end of time for you.
Open your mind.
Surely there's time to be with me...
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"No, come back! Tell me!" She screamed against the spot the woman had occupied only seconds ago.
She fell to her knees in the soft grass, burying her head in her hands.
"It's not true" she whispered defiantly, "Draco cares about me."
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It took three days until Ginny was released from the hospital wing.
In the end it was mostly thanks to the headmaster.
After convincing McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey that Ginny had not been molested in any way, he had put his efforts into calming the rumours that was running like wildfire trough the school. In the end he had resorted to informing a few well-placed students that Ginny had fallen down the stairs because of an acute attack of meningitis. So by the time she was released most students no longer believed that there had been anything mysterious or enticing (for the gossip-mill) in they youngest Weasley's fall down the main staircase.
Well, the Golden Trio knew something was up, but the headmaster had convinced them that it was personal and that they should leave Ginny alone until she was ready to let them know.
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It was her second day back in the Gryffindor Tower that Ginny had her second vision. She was playing muggle-chess with Hermione, the boys was at quidditch practice and Ginny had been stopped on her way down to the dungeons by Hermione who had claimed to feel "lonely".
Ginny knew that this was complete and utter codswallop, most likely a pathetic plan forged by the trio in a futile attempt to figure out what was going on. Ginny hid a smirk by tilting her head, pretending to consider her next move. Her brother and his friends did not like being left in the dark.
Hermione was the victor in the end, mainly because Ginny had no interest in drawing out the game. They had just finished putting the pieces back in the box when it hit her.
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She was standing in the shadows watching two strangers argue. Somehow they reminded her of George and Fred. They where slinging insults to one another, yes, but there was easiness to the situation. All present was safe in the knowledge that when the issue was settled they would hold no grudges.
"Enjoying the show?" A cool voice whispered in her ear, making Ginny jump. She tried to turn around wanting to see the man who was talking to her.
She couldn't move.
The stranger had somehow manoeuvred them so that his firm arms held her tightly in place, tilting her slightly against the railing she had been leaning against. Struggling would have been useless, but strangely enough it was not an option. Somehow she was unable to do anything that might cause the man behind her harm.
It was almost as if…
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"What are you thinking?" He whispered, "what little schemes are you making in that clever little head of yours?"
"I… nothing." Ginny stuttered
The strangers tongue left a wet trail from her earlobe to the nape of her neck.
"Do not keep secrets from me, wife!" He spat the last word at her as if it was an insult.
Ginny felt her heart racing. She didn't understand this, somehow she seamed to have taken over another woman's body, but that was very advanced. Even if Ginny was the strongest divinator ever born, which she wasn't, she would have had to train for years to do this.
Unless. This body had not been taken over. It had been given freely. It was her soul, her source that had been somehow forced to come here.
She looked down on her body. Reminiscent of her own, but different. Still familiar though.
Ginny smiled as all those tiny pieces clicked together in her mind.
The other woman, the one from her dream-vision. This body belonged to her. She was powerful enough to do this as well; Ginny had felt it in her presence. The other woman's magic had been almost like a physical presence. That strength was almost unheard of in witches. Not that witches were just as adapt at yielding their magic as wizards but the sheer potential, the raw power the woman had possessed had been as great as Dumbledore's and he was the strongest wizard Ginny knew.
"Why are you grinning lover?"
In the excitement of her deduction she had forgotten about the woman's husband.
She jerked slightly against his grip, more from being startled out of her line of thought than a real inclination of escaping him.
He didn't see it that way.
"Rebelling, my sweet?" His voice held a terrifying promise of pleasure and pain, most likely her pain and his pleasure. One of his hands tucked a lock of her hair almost tenderly behind her ear, before ripping the snug bodice of her robes open.
Up on the shadowy balcony they where hidden from prying eyes, but Ginny had a feeling he might just as well done this in the middle of the courtyard. If only to punish her. No, not her, his wife.
A part of Ginny wanted to run, to scream and shout, to tell this man that she was not his wife, only a sixteen year old girl. But a smarter part of her told her to remain still and keep her mouth shut. Not giving this man anything he could use against her.
The man pushed the bodice away from her breasts, baring them to his gaze. Ginny watched as if she was only an observer, not a participant in the still unknown man's show of possession and dominance over his wife.
She watched as he caressed he underside of her breasts, moving upwards, drawing lazy circles around her nipples and finally brushing across them with a callused thumb.
Her breath hitched; there on pale skin on his forearm was the mark, the hideous scull and snake that branded this man, as one of the devils own. Reality decided to catch up with her at that point, and her world went black.
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"Ginny! Gin! Are you all right."
Ginny opened her eyes meeting the worried face of Hermione.
I'm fine.
Hermione gave a snort. "Sure you are, chess is such a taxing game that most of us faint from it."
Ginny glared at the older girl.
"I'm still recovering. I just got up to fast, that's all."
Hermione looked almost hurt at Ginny's resentment at telling her the truth.
"Fine," she snapped, before marching away, leaving Ginny on one of the knobbly sofas in the Gryffindor common-room.
The redhead gave a small growl of annoyance. She didn't understand this. Not any of it. Who was this woman, who seemed to be dead set on warning Ginny against something, possibly Draco. What did she know? Why did she care? And if she was bonded to a death eater then who the hell's side was she really on.
Ginny pulled herself of the couch, walking gingerly against the sixth years dormitories. It would seem that a side effect of body-swapping was an excruciating headache.
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It is the distance
That makes life a little hard.
Two minds that once were closed -
Now, so many miles apart.
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I will not falter though.
I'll hold on to your home.
Safe way back where you belong,
And see how our love will grow-ow-ow-ow!
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You're Not Alone.
I'll wait 'til the end of time.
Open your mind.
Surely it's plain to see
You're Not Alone.
I'll wait 'til the end of time for you.
Open your mind.
Surely there's time to be with me...
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You're Not Alone.
I'll wait 'til the end of time.
Open your mind.
Surely it's plain to see
You're Not Alone.
I'll wait 'til the end of time for you.
Open your mind.
Surely there's time to be with me...
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Next Chapter: Draco makes an appearance, more sex (duh), and maybe a bit more information on the mystery woman.
Crystal: I hope to un-confuse you all in good time.
Caffine; Ha! That's the problem with today's kids. No patience what so ever.
hasapi: PWP: porn without plot. Or in my case Plot with as much porn as possible.
Anya: Hope I have kept your attention
Thanks to: E.K Kropp, hermhermi, Neca, Paula, Missy, MYSTIQUE and Rebuky who all took the time to review, and in turn e-mail my mum, showing her all the nice people with excellent taste in reading material.