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. Along with my amazing abilitys to destroy the english language.
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? Oh right, it already does.
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 "Do What You Have To Do" by Sarah McLachlan
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A Sorta Fairytale
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Chapter Six: Do What You Have To Do
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The next day was Sunday. It was one of those lovely fall days, when the leaves are a firework of red and yellow, and the air carries a smoky scent to it.
Students normally didn't wear their uniform over the weekends, so Ginny pulled on a pair of black slacks and a long white linen shirt. The pants were actually Harry's old ones; the shirt had been a birthday present from Bill. Growing up without a lot of money, Ginny had soon learned that to keep her dressed in something even resembling fashion, instead of looking like her ragtag brother; she needed to keep it simple. By forgoing the whims of fashion and a going for quality instead of quantity she could actually look somewhat stylish. That, and begging Hermione for all her old clothes.
The two girls had been the same size until Hermione's fifth year, when the older girl had suddenly gained a foot on Ginny, who by now had realized that she would never grow tall as her brothers. Instead she would keep the nickname Gin-bug with her oh so unimpressive 5 feet.
After breakfast she started her search for answers, but after spending an hour with Sybil Trelawney she had gotten nowhere.
For another divinator to pull you into her body she would have to be extremely powerful, it was not unheard of, but as it took a massive amount of magic it could not be done by any random divinator. It helped if there was a connection between the two people. Good friends of family would be easiest. The woman had seamed familiar, but…
An added complication was that the woman didn't necessarily know Ginny today, some diviners had gone months even years forward in time by letting there source overtake another body. So the woman might be in the future… She had nothing.
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Draco was restless. He knew that the littlest weasel had been released from the infirmary Friday, today it was Sunday. He had seen her at meal-time, but she was always with some of those blasted Gryffindor's. Was she avoiding him?
He pushed his books away, studying was useless. No matter what he did his thoughts always wandered back to that slip of a girl. She had looked so small and weak when he saw her in the hospital wing. But she had smiled when he left, he had made her smile. It was an unfamiliar feeling, to care for someone other than himself. Oh gods, what was he thinking. He didn't really care for her, no. She was just another pretty face, another soft body for him to loose himself in.
Twenty minutes later found Draco aimlessly wandering the halls. Because he was NOT looking for a red-headed sixth year, oh no, he was simply taking a walk.
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Ginny was on her way to the library, to do some more research on divination, when she was grabbed from behind, one hand over her mouth too keep her from shouting, the other around her waist, and pulled into one of the small study rooms lining the corridor.
"Avoiding me?"
"Draco," she smiled, "just the person I was looking for."
He turned her so that they were facing each other, "you where looking for me?"
"Well, yes. I have wanted to speak to you ever since I escaped madam Pomfrey's care."
A wicked smile gleamed in Draco's silver eyes, as he let the hand on her hip wander up to the soft swell of her breast.
"Did you miss me?"
Ginny rolled her eyes, how was it that boys would turn every conversation to sex? She pushed his hands away. "We need to talk, somewhere private."
Draco looked around the room, she was right; anyone could enter the study rooms. He took her grabbed her wrist an pulled her out of the room and into one of the corridors, moving quickly trough the maze of hallways that made up Hogwarts until finally stopping outside a painting of fairies. "High sidhe" he muttered and the painting swung open, revealing a small lounge.
"Where are we?" Ginny wondered
"Head Boys quarters."
"Oh," Ginny looked around, taking in the dark wood floors and panelled walls, with furniture in tones of green and paintings in heavy silver frames, it was nice, if not a bit formal.
As soon as Ginny stepped into the room, Draco pounced. He pushed her down onto one of the sofas trying to unbutton her white linen shirt.
"Draco, we were supposed to talk." Ginny admonished as she tried slapping his hands away.
He gave her a wicked grin that somehow made Ginny's protests die on the tongue, and all thoughts of resistance died as he dipped his head to her breast, letting his tongue lave tender attentions to one of her nipples.
"Oh gods," Ginny moaned.
Draco smiled at her response. Ginny might be new to carnal pleasure, but she had talent, and he was going to show her all she would ever need to know.
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What ravages of spirit
conjured this temptuous rage
created you a monster
broken by the rules of love
and fate has led you through it
you do what you have to do
and fate has led you through it
you do what you have to do ...
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Somewhere else…
It was late when she felt him enter the room. He had probably been at a dark revel or a meeting with his fellow death eaters.
She felt her throat constrict, maybe tonight would be different, maybe tonight he would leave her be.
She pretended to be asleep as he slowly removed his clothes and lay down next to her. He pulled her close, spooning her against him, letting one hand cover a breast, the other was under her pillow.
He heard the telltale sound of her surprised gasp as he pulled her close, letting him know that she was not as peaceful as she had led him to believe.
He let his hands roam over her soft flesh, feeling her respond to his touch. She didn't want to, he knew that, but her body was the only part of her that could not refuse him. She told him she despised him, but as she much as she wanted it to her body did not. He yielded that knowledge like a weapon, knowing how helpless it made her feel, that her body betrayed her against him.
He could remember another time, when she had not abhorred the way his hands on her flesh had made her respond. When she had craved him with her entire soul as well as body, the way he would always crave her.
She hated him now, she had told him countless times. For being what he was, for siding with the dark lord, for forcing her into this marriage, making her body betray her beliefs every single night. But most of all for the bond, for making sure she could never hide her feelings from him. Never hide the pleasure he could make her feel, or her disgust at her own weakness,
He told himself that he didn't care, that he was doing what was necessary, but he wished for it to be different. For him to have her love back. It was ironic, that the dark lord's most feared commander could not have the one thing he craved; his treacherous wife's affection.
As he could feel her pleaure build, as he heard her moan his name in the ecstasy she didn't want to feel, he wished it could have been another way. That he could have kept her in another fashion, without cohesion without making her hate him just a little bit more for every passing day.
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And I have the sense to recognize that
I don't know how to let you go
every moment marked
with apparitions of your soul
I'm ever swiftly moving
trying to escape this desire
the yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do
the yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do
but I have the sense to recognize
That I don't know how
to let you go
I don't know how
to let you go
A glowing ember
burning hot
burning slow
deep within I'm shaken by the violence
of existing for only you
I know I can't be with you
I do what I have to do
I know I can't be with you
I do what I have to do
and I have sense to recognize but
I don't know how to let you go
I don't know how to let you go
I don't know how to let you go
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TBC….
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