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 abilities to destroy the English language.
A/N: Gina… Gods that muse is kinda pissed, but I can't seem to write anything but this, hell, I dream of this
story…
Other People I Should Mention: Tori Amos, the story title is blatantly stolen from one of her songs. "A Sorta
Fairytale". And Michelle Branch for the lyrics used in this chapter.
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A Sorta Fairytale
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Chapter Seven: The One Thing
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Malfoy Manor was deceptive in its beauty. In the heart of the often desolate moor land of Bodmin Moor the manor and its surrounding gardens was an oasis. The name was actually quite misleading, the landowners of Bodmin Moor had always been known as the Lords of the manor, even if the "manor" in fact was a castle older than any of the surrounding structures. Of course since it was cloaked and large part of the estate was un-plottable as well, you couldn't blame the muggles, but all the wizards knew, they knew it very well.
The Malfoy's where the true lords of Bodmin Moor, everybody knew that. Yes, there were other lords on the moor as well, but they all had pledged their allegiance to the Malfoy's. No wonder really, the Malfoy's where powerful wizards, but then so where many others, the reason they all bended knee for them where the Sidhe, the ancient upper cast of the fairy realm. The Fay didn't meddle in the affairs of mortals much these days, but when the Malfoy lord called, they came. And no one wanted the Malfoy's nor the Fay as their enemy.
The Manor had always been a place shrouded in secrets and myth, there were the rumours that its inhabitants where descendants of the seven, then there where other, not so nice rumours. About death eaters and dark revels, and the newest about the new lady Malfoy. The Good Lady Malfoy, as she was referred to by the villagers.
The Malfoy's lived their life by the old ways, their rituals followed patterns unchanged by time. When the lord had wed his lady, and bonded her to him, the ceremony had been witnessed by one man from every village on the moor from 20 men in all as well as an ambassador from every liege lord. They had all brought back tales of the new lady, the fire to the Malfoy's ice.
They had told how it was clear the lady had been forced into wedding, and the old women wept for the young girl, who had married the boy they had once had such hopes for, but had turned out as bad as his father.
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Hogwarts
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Days turned into weeks and months, as Virginia Weasley and Draco Malfoy had secret rendezvous in every storeroom and broom closet between the Slytherin and the Gryffindor common room. The young lover never exchanged sweet words of love and devotion; they hardly exchanged words at all. There were frantic unrobing and passionate kissed, grinding flesh and sweat soaked afterglow. There was something more than that between them, a caring, maybe even a form of trust, but not love. Maybe if the circumstances had been different, with time, if they had been able to walk hand in hand like normal lovers do. Or sit in front of a roaring fire for hours talking, maybe then it could have been love.
It was early in December things started falling apart.
It was a Saturday morning, the morning of the Slytherin - Gryffindor Quidditch match. Draco had been edgy for weeks; this was his last chance of besting Harry Potter as a seeker. When he stepped out on the pitch that crisp December morning Draco was filled with determination, Potter had been given everything Draco wanted. He was loved by his friends and that new foster-father of his, Black. He was popular and adored by the public, somehow Gryffindor's golden boy had managed to break every bloody rule in the book and get away with it. He had won the House Cup every year since he had started school, and he had Ginny's love. Oh Draco had her body, but he knew he didn't have her heart, and 'the boy who didn't have the decency to die' had taken it from him, he was certain. Just as he had taken everything else Draco wanted.
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And it hurts to want everything
And nothing at the same time
I want what's yours and I want what's mine
I want you
But I'm not giving in this time
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything that I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold onto
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On the Gryffindor stands Ginny had her eyes closed and her fingers crossed, silently repeating her mantra again and again. Let Draco catch the snitch, let Draco catch the snitch, let Draco catch the snitch, over and over again.
He had been snapping at her for the slightest things for weeks, and Ginny hoped that for once he could best Harry. She had come to realize over the past months that Draco was not the shallow pureblood she had always believed; his hatred against Harry was not fuelled by petty jealousy or wanting for attention. It was the hatred of a man who had never been given a chance when Harry had been cut all the slack in the world. It was the resentment of a boy who had been beaten by his father for never being good enough, while Harry was loved by all. They had never spoken of it, but Ginny had seen the pain in his eyes whenever Harry was praised, and the scars that decorated his back, making it look like a macabre piece of art.
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The resounding crash startled all of them, Draco didn't care, and he wanted to destroy something, kill something, and hurt someone.
They had lost again, of course.
You just couldn't win against the Gryffindor golden boy. He slowly and methodically smashed every breakable object in the slytherin locker rooms. When he looked up again he was alone, his team-mates had wisely decided to leave their seeker and captain alone. He let himself drop down on one of the benches, burying his head in his hands. He just wanted to win, just once prove that he was the better man, was that so wrong?
Couldn't he be the victor?
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Of all the things I've believed in
I just wanna get it over with
Tears form behind my eyes
But I do not cry
Counting the days that pass me by
I've been searching deep down in my soul
Words that I'm hearing
Are starting to get old
Feels like I'm starting all over again
The last three years were just pretend
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"Draco?" Ginny was not altogether sure that this was a good idea, but she had seen his face after Harry caught the snitch; there had been so much anger and pain. She had worried he might hurt himself. So when she had seen the rest of the slytherin team leave the locker room, still in their Quidditch robes, she had decided to talk to him. Maybe she could calm him down, and even if she couldn't she was safe in her knowledge that Draco wouldn't hurt her. It was probably foolish, but Draco just wasn't the kind who would hurt anyone in anger, he might have slapped her that one time in the Potions room, but even then he hadn't caused any damage. Draco was too in control of himself to hurt anyone without intending to, not that she doubted his ruthlessness, but never directed at her.
"What do you want?"
"Are you all right?"
"What do you care, shouldn't you be with Potter at the victory party?"
"I would rather be with you."
"Right, because I'm just such wonderful company right now."
"No, because…" She hesitated, for a second. "I don't want you to be upset."
"Upset?" Draco snorted "I'm not "upset" I'm pissed off. So run along to your precious Potter and leave me be."
"Draco, please… Just talk to me."
"Look, what do you care…?"
"I care." She interrupted.
"Sure you do." Draco's voice was laced with irony.
"No really, why do you think I meet with you."
"To get shagged." Was his cool reply.
"Draco, don't be crude." Ginny sounded almost disgusted, "Look if getting laid was all I wanted I could get that from any number of boys that my brother approves of."
"You know what I thing, Red?" Draco's voice was suddenly void of emotion, a sure sign of danger.
Ginny shook her head nervously.
"I think that since Potter doesn't give you the time of day, you get back at him by fucking his worst enemy."
Ginny paled, before slapping him. The force of the blow almost made Draco lose his balance, the girl sure could pack a punch.
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"Did you see his face, Harry? It was bloody priceless." Ron laughed.
"Yeah," Collin Creevey responded, "he looked like he wanted to wring your neck."
Harry nodded; he had seen the look on Draco's face, the anger, but also the hurt and disappointment.
Look boys, I'll meet you up in the common room, all right? I just have a quick errand first, okay?
The boys nodded, before starting a play-by-play retelling of the game.
Harry pulled his winter cloak tighter around him before heading in the direction in the Slytherin locker room, Malfoy had played a good game, and Harry felt he should probably say something. Maybe they could bury the hatchet…
He took a deep breath before entering. He walked slowly; he wanted to make sure no one was in the showers. He could hear voices, a girl? But there weren't any girls on the slytherin team. They where fighting, he couldn't really hear what they where saying, as he rounded the corner he just caught the sight of Malfoy rearing backwards after Ginny had slapped him. Hang on, Ginny?
He should have spoken up, but he was too shocked to move, why was Ginny Weasley in the Slytherin locker room with Draco Malfoy? A shirtless Draco Malfoy?
So he stood silently in the shadows watching as Draco pushed Ginny up against the wall, pinning her there with her hands above her head.
"So this is not about sex, red?" Draco said as he let his free hand wander down her body. "What did I tell you about corporal punishment, love?"
Ginny spluttered, as he placed a smack on her rear.
Draco smiled a cool, dangerous smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Tsk, tsk red, isn't this a sticky situation you have gotten yourself into. I wonder, how will you ever escape?"
Ginny looked at him with big, scared eyes for a moment, confused by his cold behaviour before realizing what he was playing at. He wanted her to struggle and object, and by that proving that she wanted to run back to Harry and the Gryffindor common room.
She relaxed against him, giving him a small feminine smile. "Maybe I don't want to escape."
Draco looked shocked for a fraction of a second before his usual cool mask returned, but it was nothing compared to what Harry was experiencing. His mind was spinning. Little Ginny Weasley who was supposed to be in love with him was flirting with Draco Malfoy, and from what he could figure from their conversation it wasn't the first time. All that talking about corporal punishment had suddenly conjured up a very spooky picture of Ron's baby sister and Malfoy. He gave a small shudder.
"What do you want then?" Draco asked.
"You Draco, I want you." Ginny responded, while letting her body grind into his.
Really? I thought this wasn't about sex?
It isn't, that doesn't mean it isn't one of the perks.
Draco let go of her arms and she let them encircle his neck, their lips fusing together, as Draco placed his hands under her ass lifting her up so that she could encircle his hips with her legs. As she bucked her hips against his she could feel the hard proof of his arousal.
Harry Potter watched from the shadows as his best friends baby sister, the girl who had sent him badly written poetry for valentines day and been in love with him since she was 10, was fucked up against a wall by Draco Malfoy.
The boy her brother hated, and her family and friends despised.
Oh Ginny Weasley had grown up, with a vengeance.
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And I said...
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything that I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold onto
I can still get lost in your eyes
And it seems I can't live a day without you
Closing my eyes you chase my thoughts away
To a place where I'm blinded by the light
But it's not right...
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything that I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold onto
One thing that I tried to hold onto...
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything that I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold onto
And when all the stars fall I will lie awake
You're my shooting star
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TBC…
Emily.Hart: Prozac, anyone?
LdyRiddle: Yeah right, as if I would give away the plot…
underyourstars: if it's perverted then I'm doomed.
tricklingdust: You are such a slave driver
Wind and Ashes, E.K Kropp and hasapi: I'll never tell
SolitaryStar: I know I do
Thanks to Nabenabe, Tara, LegoMyEggo, jane-valar who feed my ego.