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: This chapter is a bit short… Think of it as a warm up. I also wanted you to get a bit more into what Draco and Ginny are thinking.
Other People I Should Mention: Tori Amos, the story title is blatantly stolen from one of her songs. "A Sorta
Fairytale". And Sarah McLachlan for the song lyrics used in this chapter.
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A Sorta Fairytale
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Chapter Eight: All I Have To Give
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He watched her face as he brought her closer to orgasm. This was his. Potter might have everything else, but this was his.
She gasped, and he felt her muscles clench around him as she came, and he soon followed.
They had an affair. Their bond had been forged by sex and blood, he had been her first lover, and her only lover to date, but it could not last.
He lowered them slowly to the floor, sweaty limbs entangling with one another. Ragged breaths and small noises of contentment were the only sounds permeating the silence. Exhausted the pair lay next to each other on the damp floor.
Ginny fell asleep first. Draco watched her as she snuggled closer to his chest, instinctively searching his warmth. He brushed a stray lock of scarlet hair away from her cheek, an unfamiliar fluttering sensation in his stomach as he watched her. She was so small, so fragile. He was of normal build, same height of Potter a bit shorter than Weasley, but when he was with Ginny he felt so big, so strong.
He shifted her slightly in his arms as he pulled his cloak around them. Ginny made a small huffing noise before sighing against him and relaxing once more. He could fall in love with her. It would be so easy to forget about all those things that made their relationship impossible, but he didn't have the luxury of forgetting. So he would enjoy what he could, and when the time came, he would leave her.
Leave her.
And hope that he had kept his heart safe.
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It doesn't mean much
it doesn't mean anything at all
the life I've left behind me
is a cold room
I've crossed the last line
from where I can't return
where every step I took in faith
betrayed me
and led me from my home
And sweet
sweet surrender
is all that I have to give
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Bodmin Moor
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The servants and house elves hid in the shadows as their lord searched the manor for his lady. Every movement he made, every cool measured word he gave his servants betrayed the cool rage flowing just beneath the surface.
"Where is she?"
"I… I don't know milord." The servant stuttered.
"Really?" His voice carried a hint of cool amusement, he had been married for less than a month, and the servants where already siding with his wife. Trying in some misguided sense to protect her from him.
"I swear, I don't know."
"Find her. Now!" he ordered.
"Yes milord." The nervous servant almost tripped over his own feet in his relief of getting out of his lords sight.
The lord had returned from his meeting early and asked after the lady, he had already been upset about something and when he had been informed that no one knew where his lady was he had become furious. It wasn't something the casual observer would notice, but most of the staff had been in the Malfoy's employ for generations, and they all knew the small sign that gave away the lords rage.
He sat down behind the oak desk dominating the study and poured himself a drink. In a way he was almost grateful his wife wasn't here, it gave him a chance to calm down. As opposed to most of the people he socialized with the Parkinsons, the Goyles the Lestranges, he had never hit his wife. Not that he hadn't wanted to, because she could be infuriating at times, but unlike most other marriages in his circle his had been one of love. It was quaint, but the Malfoy lord really did love his wife. So he kept her safe from the dark lord and his followers, doing the only thing he could think of at the time, he married her.
She never realized it; she thought he married her to spite her, to prove his power. But the truth was that there had been a hit out on her entire family, including her, and by marrying her he had saved her life.
His wife was in many ways a foolish woman, controlled by her emotions; she was never able to see the full picture. If she had she would have realized the truth. Instead she had pulled away from him. She had taken his dark mark as a personal betrayal, never seeing that he was doing the only thing he could to stay alive. He had wanted her to know the truth, but it had soon become clear that she couldn't know. She would have become a liability, not just to him. So he had let her go on in the belief that he was a traitor. Because it was not the best choice, it was the only choice. She wouldn't see it that way.
Someday, when all of this was over, he would tell her.
Tell her, and pray for forgiveness.
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You take me in
no questions asked
you strip away the ugliness
that surrounds me
are you an angel
am I already that gone
I only hope
that I won't disappoint you
when I'm down here
on my knees
And sweet
sweet
sweet surrender
is all that I have to give
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Hogwarts
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When she woke it was close to dawn, they had somehow managed to sleep trough the evening and the night, on the cool floor of the locker room. Draco was still asleep, cradling her against him. It was strange, most of her life she had felt insignificant. Somehow she always ended up in the shadows, not that she really minded.
Still…
It was strange that the person who made her feel treasured, was Draco.
She had always believed it would be Harry, even when her childhood crush had faded. She had always had a feeling that in the end she and Harry would end up together.
She didn't feel that way anymore.
She brushed her hand trough Draco's silver locks. This was the first time they had ever spent the whole night together, it felt… surprisingly normal. Like something she could get used to.
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And I don't understand
by the touch of your hand
I would be the one to fall
I miss the little things
I miss everything (about you)
It doesn't mean much
it doesn't mean anything at all
the life I left behind me
is a cold room
And sweet
sweet
sweet surrender
is all that I have to give
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TBC….
demisha969: More Bad-Draco… with a side of leather pants, perhaps? Okay I'll try, I also have another story that is still in planning… But it will feature meaner Draco with lots of power and influence (Powerful men really are hotter.) Gina… There will be an ending, promise.
hasapi: Intense? That's good right?
Brigid: Thanks, I actually try to keep it pretty mainstream. Don't want to have a bunch of readers going "huh?"
Seekerpeeker: I feel sorry for him too.
Tiny Chelle: not telling. Yet…
Quarena: Thank you, and you should check out LadyRhiyana, I worship this woman.
tricklingdust: I knew it! And thank you about correcting me, English is my third language so I appreciate the hint.
Caffeine: No how can I say no to that offer.
Emily.Hart: Me too, however seeing as Tom Felton is a tad young I have set my sights on James Masters; if I ever succeed I'll send a slice of bleached goodness your way.
Evil Slytherin Child: Yeah, but your rant is in fine company
GinnyGINvampire00 aka Evon: I agree, so many R rated fics are more in Pg-13 territory than R. Gods I miss the days of Nc-17… sigh.
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