A Sorta Fairytale

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: I have always been impressed with other writers loooooong headings, I wanted one too. My other fic “Gina” is starting to wrap up (don’t worry; there are still a couple of chapters left). So I came up with the ingenious idea of starting a new one. Why is this ingenious you ask? I don’t know… I’ll think of something. If you want to leave a review I will be ridiculously happy and include you in my list of people to thank when I become rich and famous. Cough*Not Bloody Likely*Cough. A clever person would have this Beta read before posting, but I never said I was too smart. Do you wanna beta my story? Drop me a line.

Other People I Should Mention: Tori Amos, both the story title and chapter title are blatantly stolen from one of her songs. "A Sorta Fairytale".

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A Sorta Fairytale

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Chapter one: The Girl Come Undone

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“Shut up!”

The redheaded girl had tears in her eyes as she shouted.

“What’s the matter Weasley, did I find a sore spot?”

The blonde boy smirked at the younger girl.

Nether could really explain how it started. Ginny had forgotten her quill in the potions-dungeons and had come looking for it after dinner only to find Malfoy already there brewing a potion. She couldn’t remember who had spoken first, but they had soon been slinging insults at one another.

“You don’t get to speak that way about my mum, you’re not even worthy to say her name. You’re nothing but death-eater scum!”

Draco froze for a second before regaining his bearing

“You shouldn’t speak to loud little weasel, after all, it wasn’t me who opened the chamber, now was it?”

“How did you know…?” Her voice trembled with fear, he wasn’t supposed to know. No one was supposed to know.

“Ugly business that,” he continued. “Almost killing that mud-blood bitch your brother is shagging.”

“Shut up Malfoy, I’m warning you.”

“Oh well at least your brother is getting some, while you run after Potter like a bitch in heat.”

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That was it.

The slap resounded in the empty classroom.

Her hand was burning by the force of it, probably not as much as Malfoy’s cheek though. Ginny almost smirked at the thought.

Draco lifted one hand to his cheek, the little bitch slapped him. Who the hell did she think she was dealing with? Her brothers and Potter might find that acceptable but if she thought he shared their opinion she had another thing coming.

He struck her back.

It was nowhere near as hard as she had slapped him, but Ginny was still shocked by it. He had struck her!

As the only girl in the Weasley household Ginny had been teased and pushed, locked in her room and once even been tied to a chair by her brothers (It was a long story involving stealing some of the twins filibuster fireworks.). But one of the unbreakable rules of the Weasley household had been that under no circumstances does a boy strike a girl. That rule also applied to the population of Gryffindor Tower.

Draco raised an eyebrow in amusement of the littlest Weasley’s shock.

Well what had she expected? The silly chit had slapped him first. They stood there for a few seconds staring at one another. Draco was about to turn around when Ginny raised her fist to strike again, but Draco caught her hand with ease.
“You seem awfully fond of corporal punishment, if you wanted me to spank you all you had to do was ask.”

Ginny stared at him for a few moments before bursting into a string of curses that would have made George and Fred swell with pride.

Draco looked down on the tiny redhead with a cool amusement as she ranted and raved.

“Really Weasel, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

Ginny started a new rant, she was so mad she stuttered, but Draco got the general gist of it, which involved kissing the youngest Weasley’s shapely arse. Draco actually let out a snort of amusement at that.

After listening to Ginny’s curses for a couple of minutes Draco silenced her in the most effective manner he could think of.

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When Draco’s lips closed over hers Ginny almost stumbled from the shock, fortunately he had one hand around her waist and the other behind her neck thus keeping her from falling on her aforementioned rear.

At first it was just a way to shut her up while embarrassing her, but when her lips parted to give his roaming tongue access to her mouth it changed into something more. The anger gave way to passion of another kind.

He pulled her closer, feeling her soft curves against his hard planes. She smelled of honey and strawberries.

She was so soft and warm against him.

In retrospect nether was really certain how it happened, they no longer thought rationally, they where controlled by something primal, something raw.

Of lust, of passion, of a force so old and powerful they could not resist.

(Not as if ether of them tried to resist, still…)

If one of them had hesitated for even a second it probably would not have happened. But they didn’t hesitate; instead they urged each other on. When Draco lifted her on top of the desk Ginny let her legs circle his waist, when his eager hands pulled her panties down she lifted her hips to help him. Her small hands found their way to the fly of his pants.

Their movements where frenzied there was no time for tender words, only pure need. It was not about making love, it was about finding release from the fire burning between them.

When Draco finally sheeted himself inside her, he was to far gone in a red haze of lust to realize what the slight resistance he meet really was.

Even if he was eager for his own release Draco held himself back, not wanting to end it prematurely. He built a rhythm Ginny could follow, and it was not until he felt her muscles clenching around him that he let himself climax, and collapsed on top of her.

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Nether was able to speak. They just lay there both of them trying to catch their breath, and wrap their minds around what they had done.

When Draco raised himself on to his elbows and studied the girl beneath him, his cool demeanour was replaced with shock and confusion.

The top buttons of her blouse was missing, probably ripped off in the throws of passion. Her tie was askew, her robes discarded on the floor, and the skirt was crumpled around her waist. She looked like the epitome of the seduced schoolgirl.

Her eyes meet his, holding a similar expression of disbelief over what they had just done.

Draco eased himself of her afraid of how she would react.

Ginny sat up slowly, before realizing were they where.

“Oh Circe.” Her face was suddenly distorted by an expression of extreme disgust. For a second Draco almost felt wounded, surely it hadn’t been that bad? But then she continued. “I can not believe I lost my virginity on Snape’s desk. I’ll never be able to have potions ever again.”

Draco froze for a second as he realized the implications of what she had just said. He had just had some of the best sex in his life… With a virgin.

He suddenly felt almost guilty, a feeling he was not particularly familiar with. As if he had taken something that didn’t belong to him. A part of him wanted to apologize, not that he really had anything to apologize for, but still.

Ginny started gathering her clothes, trying to regain her composure. Nether knew what to say, it wasn’t as if they really knew one another. They had both detested each other until… well, now.

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“Did it hurt?” Draco asked quietly.

“What?”

“It was your first time, right? Did I hurt you?”

She was surprised by his concern. She had expected him to throw some insult her way and then leave. Or somehow blame her for what happened. But not caring.

She gave him a shy smile and shook her head.

“Good,” he visibly relaxed.

It was strange that the idea of causing her pain suddenly was so disturbing to him.

He straightened his uniform quickly, pinning his Head Boy badge back into its proper position, then watched as Ginny struggled with her appearance.

He turned her so that she was facing him, and started mending her blouse with a few transfiguration charms, Ginny blushed at the strange intimacy it involved. His long cool finger brushed over her nipples as he flattened the blouse over her chest, sent shivers down her spine as he straightened her collar.

Draco felt a moment of satisfaction, that the attraction was still mutual.

They stood in silence for a few moments before Draco cleared his throat.

“Right.”

Ginny took one hesitant step away from him.

Yes, I should…

Her voice trailed of as she gestured in the general direction of the Gryffindor Tower.

“Right. Me too.”

They both fidgeted for a second before Draco headed for the door, turning down the hall deeper into the dungeons.

Ginny watched him leave, before turning the other way, slowly walking away.

”Weasley!”

She turned to face Draco who was twenty feet further down the corridor.

”What?”

“Tomorrow evening meet me in the corridor behind the DADA classroom, after dinner. Don’t be late.”

He turned and swiftly continued down the hall.

Ginny slowly turned and continued walking away, this time, with a slight smile playing at the corner of her mouth.

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Yep, that’s it folks, the first chapter.

So what do you think?

Should I even bother continuing?

I would love to get some feedback on this.

Aurora

TBC…

Probably…

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: The seventh thing I changed in the interest of equality. Please drop me a line and tell me what you think.

Other People I Should Mention: Tori Amos, who wrote the lovely song "A Sorta Fairytale".

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A Sorta Fairytale

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Chapter Two: Such Was My Undoing

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He knew exactly when he first noticed her.

It was two years ago, at the Gryffindor quidditch tryouts. He had been there trying to map out the opposition.

It had been raining all afternoon, not a lot, but all the people who had been on the field for hours were still thoroughly drenched.

She hadn't been trying out, just cheering for her brother and Potter.

He had spotted her across the field; she was sitting next to that mud blood, Granger. The two girls had been talking animatedly, smiling and laughing, as two second years demonstrated why it was a bad idea flying without depth-vision.

Granger had placed a small shield around them, keeping them dry. But the girl didn't seem to care, that when she leapt forward shouting out encouragements to her brother, she was no longer protected. Her robes were just as soaked as the players and when they became too heavy from the rain she shrugged them of.

She seemed so carefree, like a child playing in the rain, complete with Granger in the part as the scolding parent. She didn't seem to care though. And as her brother scored, she took Granger's hands, and did a little happy-dance up on the Gryffindor stands.

Later he would wonder exactly what she did that caught his attention. Maybe it was her smile or laughter, more likely a glimpse of her newfound curves. But fact remained the same, after that day he noticed Ginny Weasley. It was almost like a sixth sense, he always knew if she was in the same room.

Two Years.

Two years in which a petite Gryffindor witch made more than one appearance in his dreams. As days, weeks and months passed, he still could not block her out. Every time he saw her, in the corridor, or the hall for dinner, he would feel this unfamiliar twinge in the pit of his stomach, more often than not, it was combined by the more familiar stirring in his trousers.

He watched her.

For Christmas in her fourth year, when she and some other girls managed to charm one of the mud bloods muggle music things to work inside the castle, and then sang and danced to stupid muggle songs in the entrance hall.

He watched her.

That warm September Saturday when all the Gryffindor sixth and seventh year had a picnic by the lake. And her brother almost fainted when she and the mud blood went swimming, in those scraps of cloth that the muggles called swimwear.

He watched her.

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If you asked anyone of the Gryffindor sixth years about Ginny Weasley, they would tell you that she was Ron's baby sister. She had a crush on Harry Potter. She did well in potions and DADA, but hated herbology. They didn't really know who her best friend was, but she was usually with the Dream Team, or Colin Creevey.

Most of it was accurate. She was Ron's younger sister, and she did find Harry Potter attractive. After all, the boy was smart, nice, and had a body to die for. However, she had stopped pining over him after her third year, when it became obvious, that Harry just didn't think of her that way. She didn't really have a best friend at Hogwarts, she was close with Hermione, and she spent a lot of time with Colin. But Hermione had Harry and Ron, and Collin had Dennis. Ginny didn't really mind, she had always been kind of private.

She did like potions and DADA, but her favourite subject was divination. She didn't say that out loud though, as that would send Hermione into a rant of astronomical propositions.

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However she hade a secret none of them knew, not even her brother.

Ginny Weasley had the gift.

She was the seventh child of a seventh child.

She was the Source, the blessed, the cursed; you could take your pick.

It wasn't something that she really spoke about; she had always known that it would happen. Her mother had told her as a child, when she started Hogwarts the headmaster and Professor Trelawney had spoken to her about what to expect. The seventh child of the seventh child was a rare occurrence, especially now.

Her parents had always thought it best to keep it silent, trying to avoid unwanted attention. Not even her brothers knew, they had decided that they should wait for her powers to manifest themselves.

It was always different, but also the same. The source never had any premonitions before sixteen, and then it varied. Some had their first on their sixteenth birthday other when they were 25. There were a lot of theories that some sort of outside influence was needed to release the source.

Ginny had turned 16 this last summer solstice, but had yet to make any predictions. She was actually relieved; after all, they would most likely be about Voldemort or Death eaters. However all thoughts of divination and prediction was gone from her mind that evening.

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Her thighs were sticky from her blood, and his cum. She could feel drops of sweat still making their path down her back. As she climbed the stairs towards the Gryffindor tower, Virginia Weasley mind was spinning.

She and Draco Malfoy had just had sex in the potions room, on professor Snape's desk no less.

She had lost her virginity, and it had felt surprisingly good. After hearing the other girl's tales of pain and blood, Ginny was surprised at how little it had hurt. And then afterwards, when he was inside her, it had been… nice.

She had lost her virginity to Draco Malfoy; the boy Ron swore was the root of all evil. The son of the only man her father truly detested. The boy who had made her life miserable for the past two years.

It was strange, in her first years he had never paid any attention to her. Sure he had insulted her on occasion, but he did that to everyone. But two years ago it had changed; suddenly he seemed to be unable to be in the same room as her without slinging an insult her way. Every time she passed him in the hallway he would comment on her clothes or hair or money. Sometimes he just had her stupid cronies trip her or push her.

As she walked up the stairs she couldn't help but wonder what would happen if her overprotective brothers ever found out…

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She was almost at the top of the stairs when it hit her.

Pain

White hot searing excruciating pain

Every part of her body shook with the force of it. A scream, more like that of a wounded animal than a person wrung itself from her throat, the sound creating echoes of the cool stone walls.

Voices, there where a thousand different voices, each clawing at one another, trying to find their way out of her. She felt as if her mind was wrung open. Someone was pouring red hot lava down her spine.

Her senses were on overload.

All she could feel, all she could hear and see, was that bright light suddenly enveloping her, scorching her skin. And that booming voice, that seemed to come from everywhere at once.

"The vessel has been opened"

In some distant part she wondered if she was dying, and a little voice declared it was a good thing she didn't die a virgin.

Then the darkness surrounded her.

She never knew that she was falling, her limp body finally coming to rest at the bottom of the stairs.

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It made a dramatic picture for the seventh year Ravenclaw perfect that found her. A small, fragile body, wrapped in black school robes, her red hair seemed pale in comparison to the crimson blood pooling beneath her.

TBC…

I'm soo evil… Don't worry I'm already writing chapter three.

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...

Hasapi: oh you of little faith, PWP, me? Never. (Actually I'm working on one I'll let you know when it is complete. Wink Wink.)

String bean love: Love the name

MYSTIQUE: I'll meet you outside and give you that cash we were discussing, no seriously, Thank You.

underyourstars: Thank you, I hereby grant your wish. A multi-chaptered epic you shall have. Well 10 at least… We'll see.

Anaxandra: I'll never tell. Well not yet…

Persephonie: You have no idea

To: Fire & Ice, seekerpeeker, E.K Kropp, fyrechild, August, LadyAvalon02, The Messenger, SeZzA and Rebuky Thank You

Disclaimer: The assorted students and staff at Hogwarts does not belong to me, they are all figments of JK Rawlings imagination. With the exception of Severus Snape and the 25 year old incarnation of Draco Malfoy witch I have both blatantly stolen, and they are now tied to my bed…

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: This chapter has a subtitle: The attack of the raging plot-bunnies. You might find this a tad confusing, don't worry, it is supposed to be. It will become clear in the future chapters.

Other People I Should Mention: Tori Amos, the story title is blatantly stolen from one of her songs. "A Sorta Fairytale". Sarah McLachlan own the lyrics used in this chapter. From the song "Full of Grace".

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A Sorta Fairytale

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Chapter Four: Graceless

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Ginny's sleeping form moved softly beneath the sheets as she dreamed of all the things normal 16 year old witches dreamed about.

Suddenly her breath hitched and her eyes opened, eerily glowing. It was almost noon, but the room suddenly grew darker and colder as Ginny was no longer there.

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A redheaded woman was standing in the middle of a vast field of red flowers.

She was wearing ivory white dress-robes, cut like the ones witches wore for weddings.

The woman was in her early twenties, maybe, it was heard to say for sure. Her complexion was perfect, still unmarred by time, but the woman's regal bearing and her eyes belonged to someone older. She seemed remarkably familiar, maybe a cousin?

As Ginny walked closer, she saw the flowers braided in to the woman's hair. There was Ivy who was always present in a wizard wedding as it was a symbol of wedded love and fidelity, and pink gillyflowers symbolizing bonds of affection, but the other flowers and herbs were not commonly found in a wedding. Asphodel symbolizing languor and regret, white heather was more commonly found on young soldiers as it protected against danger. Cyclamen was a burial flower as it symbolized resignation and goodbye, as was Zinnia that reminded of absent friends.

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The woman watched her as she approached, giving Ginny a sad smile.

"Why have you come little one?" The woman asked.

Ginny looked around confused, why was she here? Where was here?

"I don't know, she answered truthfully."

"You have to take care in this place child." The woman scolded her, "there a things here that can kill you, or worse."

Ginny looked at the women, she was exaggerating, surely?

"Then why are you here? If it's not safe I mean."

"This is my haven child, nothing here will hurt me. You are new here, they don't know you yet."

The woman saw Ginny's confusion and waved dismissively with on hand

"Never mind child, come sit with me." The woman gestured towards a garden swing covered in roses a few yards away.

They sat together.

"What is your name child?"

"Ginny, well actually my name is Virginia Weasley madam."

"So you have come to see me at last then. How old are you?"

"Sixteen madam."

"Really? My, aren't you an eager one." The woman gave her a cheeky smile.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, some go for years before freeing the source, especially these days."

"How did you know?"

"Don't be afraid, little one. I am a part of the source as well. I can always tell."

"Oh… I thought it was really rare."

"Oh, but we are…"

Ginny looked around.

"So why are you here?"

"Peace and quiet, I guess… Today is my bonding day, my wedding."

"Congratulation."

The woman brushed one hand over her braid, pulling out a stem of white heather and handing it to Ginny.

"Good luck would probably be a wiser choice of words."

"Don't you want to get married?"

"It is not marriage I fear child, it is the bond."

"You're really bonding?" Ginny asked wide-eyed, "but no one does that anymore."

"The seven does." Was the woman's reply.

Ginny gasped, the seven was something of a legend in the magical word.

According to myth there had originally been an elf king who had fallen in love with a mortal woman. They had begotten seven sons, each with an exceptional talent for magic. The king had wanted to keep his children with him, as they where his heirs, but at some point the King had failed in protecting his lover, and the sevens mother had died at the hand of a jealous female elf. As elves have a lifespan of millennia's and are practically immortal, they do not take a life lightly. Therefore the king could not bring himself to kill the female elf, as his sons demanded. Instead he made her human, and sent her into the human realm. His sons saw this as a lack of respect for their mother, they each swore a blood oath to find the woman and kill her, as well as ending her line. So they all left their father in order to hunt their mother's killer. The King was so outraged by this act of rebellion that he outlawed them in his realm, making it impossible for them to return. The legend was old, it was said that Merlin had been of the seventh line, but already at that time the seventh had been but a myth.

Wow, the seven are real. Ginny looked at the woman who actually was about to marry one of the seven's descendants.

"Who are you marrying?"

The woman laughed, "I might just tell you one day."

"One day? Does that mean that I will see you again?"

"Yes."

"How can be so sure?"

"I am part of the source; the future is mine to know." The woman paused. "Child, I want you to promise me something."

"What?"

"Beware of your lover."

"My lover? I don't have a lover."

"Don't try to deceive me girl. The only way to release the source is trough the ancient magic."

"What do you mean?"

"You know how we did magic before we had wands?"

"Yes, we unleashed it trough the elements, emotions, bloodshed and sex."

"To unleash the source you must have at least emotion, blood and sex. You have a lover girl."

Ginny blushed at the woman's harsh tone and looked away.

"Child, I must leave you now, but promise me you will be wary of the Dragon, for he still is the spawn of evil."

Ginny felt fear gather at the pit of her stomach.

"Who are you? How do you know about Draco?"

The woman smiled another one of those small, sad smiles. But did not answer; there was no audible pop like with apparating. One moment the woman was there, and then she was gone.

"No, come back! Tell me!" She screamed against the spot the woman had occupied only seconds ago.

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So it's better this way, I say
having seen this place before
where everything we say and do
hurts us all even more
its just that we stayed, too long
in the same old sickly skin
I'm pulled down by the undertow
I never thought I could feel so low
Oh darkness....I feel like letting go

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Somewhere, not to far away from Hogwarts, a woman opened her eyes. She was still dressed in her wedding robes and her braid was still perfectly preserved by a freezing charm she had applied to it before she went into the trance.

She wiped a solitary tear away from her cheek at the thought of the child she had left behind in the other realm.

Seeing that his bride was awake, her husband-to-be pulled her to her feet.

"It is time."

The woman nodded weakly before following him out the door.

She felt strangely calm as he pushed her sleeve up to bare her wrist. It was a small cut, not particularly painful, but deep enough that her blood flowed freely into the ritual bowl on the floor. When it was her turn she gave a small shudder before accepting the knife, then she pushed the man's sleeve up baring the grotesque mark that branded him as one of the dark lord's men. She stared at it for a second, she had known it would be there, but it was a difference between knowing and experiencing. She swallowed deeply before cutting him, letting his blood mingle with hers. She distantly heard the words that would bind them, eternally.

Then her husband let go of her hand, letting her fall to a crumpled heap on the floor.

"Welcome to the family, my lady Malfoy."

Her husband shot her a look of malicious amusement before leaving her.

The woman pulled herself to her feet; it was too late to back out now. She had entered into a deal with this man, who might as well be the devil himself, she just prayed that the child did not repeat her mistakes.

Maybe her warning would be enough?

She prayed that it was so.

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The winter here's cold, and bitter
it's chilled us to the bone
I haven't seen the sun for weeks
too long too far from home
I feel just like I'm sinking
and I claw for solid ground
I'm pulled down by the undertow
I never thought I could feel so low
Oh....darkness I feel like letting go

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TBC…

Sorry about that, the plot suddenly ran away with me. It might be a bit confusing for a couple of chapters as we will have some visions and premonitions. Too clarify Ginny is sleeping. It's a dream, well, more like a vision…

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.

-

Take my thoughts with you,

And when you look behind,

You will surely see a

Face that you recognize.

-

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.

-

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.

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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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…

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Thanks to Nabenabe, Tara, LegoMyEggo, jane-valar who feed my ego.

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.

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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: Sorry for taking so long to update. I really needed to figure out where I wanted to go with this one. And I also have a new WIP up at Portkey. Am I forgiven?

Other People I Should Mention: Tori Amos, the story title is blatantly stolen from one of her songs. "A Sorta Fairytale". The lyrics in this chapter are from the Sugarbabes song "Stronger"

Dedication: To Msscribe who actually liked this story enough to recommend it. To Darkstar for badgering the H/Hr crowd into reading it. And to the people at Portkey who accepted me kinks and all. Oh and Max, who's definition I swear I'll show my grandchildren.

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A Sorta Fairytale

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Chapter Nine: You'll come to see

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Hogwarts:

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It was drawing closer, she could tell.

Each passing day took her lover further and further away from her. He was being consumed in front of her, and she wished that she could do something, anything to help. But she couldn't. She knew.

Theirs was not a relationship built on trust or companionship. It was forged by passion and blood. And no matter how she hoped that he might confide in her, she could feel him slipping further and further away.

He had left her that evening, and she feared that her visions where finally coming to pass. And she had failed.

Oh god how she had tried to end it, so many times she had tried to speak the words, after all it was not as if they where in love with one another or something like that.

But the problem was she couldn't, she couldn't bring herself to say the words that would end whatever it was between them. She couldn't do that to him. Because she knew all to well how Draco would take it. He would believe that she had left because of Harry. And sweet gods she just could not.

She had tried convincing herself that the visions where only figments of her imagination but she knew they where true. And she had an eerie suspicion who the people in her visions where. And it scared her, of course it scared her, she was bloody terrified. But she still could not leave him. Because maybe, just maybe she would say something or do something that would convince him to stay on the side of good, that he would align himself with her.

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I'll make it through the rainy days

I'll be the one who stands here longer than the rest

When my landscape changes, rearranges

I'll be stronger than I've ever been

No more stillness, more sunlight,

Everything's gonna be alright

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Draco was scared, this was it. His one shot, his opportunity to prove himself in those eyes whose approval had always ranked above all else's.

Tonight it would happen and he would pass the point of no return. He would brand himself into the service of a man he despised in order to help and win the confidence of the person who had taught Draco almost everything he knew.

He almost laughed at the thought.

He wanted to go home, to Hogwarts, to crawl between the sheets of his old fashioned bed with Ginny's warm presence next to him. He wanted to run back, and somehow banish his demons as well as his past between her milky tights. But he wouldn't.

He would stay and let himself bear a mark that in truth disgusted him; because that was the kind of man he wanted to be.

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I know that there's gonna be a change

Better find your way out of your fear

If you wanna come with me

Then that's the way it's gotta be

I'm all alone and finally

I'm getting stronger

You'll come to see

Just what I can be

I'm getting stronger

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Bodmin Moor:

------------------------- She watched trough the windows as he spoke to the servants.

He was beautiful still. More so now than he had been as a youth, his scars and lines added character to his face. It told a tale of suffering and regret, and not for the first time she wondered if he had regretted the decisions he had made in his youth. When he had aligned himself with darkness.

She despised him, all that talent he had wasted by his betrayal. But at the same time she desired him more than she had ever desired anything else.

Harry, even Tom could never ignite that much passion from her as he could with just one look one touch.

And she hated him for that.

Hated him for making her so blind and stupid, for pulling her with him, on his decent into darkness.

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Sometimes I feel so down and out

Like emotion that's been captured in a maze

I had my ups and downs

Trials and tribulations,

I overcome it day by day,

Feeling good and almost powerful

A new me, that's what I'm looking for

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He watched his wife as she slept.

She had done it again, fallen asleep by the window, and again he wondered if she truly knew what was going on.

She had been studying him lately, he had noticed. And he had to be careful.

No one outside the order could know, especially not her.

As Snape had once told him, nothing is more dangerous to a man than those he cared for. And he knew it was true, even if it ripped him to shreds he would hold his peace.

There would come a time. There had to come a time when he could tell her. And then it would all be justified, all the heartache and hurt. The agony he had placed on them both.

It had to.

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I know that there's gonna be a change

Better find your way out of your fear

If you wanna come with me

Then that's the way it's gotta be

I'm all alone and finally

I'm getting stronger

You'll come to see

Just what I can be

I'm getting stronger

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Hogwarts:

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Ginny kept her watch all trough the night, waiting for her lover to return. Praying that he would be the same, but fearing what changes she might find upon his return. She still hadn't decided what she would do if he sported a mark. She wasn't a fool, she knew she should leave.

But feared that she would be unable to.

She had to tell someone, warn them, but who?

She kept her vigilance at her window at Gryffindor tower until the first shimmers of dawn painted the floor in a golden sheen.

When she finally went to her bed, her sleep was haunted of images of a woman painfully familiar. And of children, tortured by their parents past.

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I didn't know what I had to do

I just knew I was alone

People around me

But they didn't care

So I searched into my soul

I'm not the type of girl that will let them see her cry

It's not my style

I get by

See I'm gonna do this for me

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She found him in his room that afternoon; he was lying sprawled across his bed, clearly exhausted. She wanted to ask him what had happened, but she dared not. Afraid that what he would tell her would force her to hate him.

So instead she embraced him, one last time losing herself in his arms. That was what she told herself at least. She was afraid as the undressed and slipped beneath the sheets; afraid of whether or not his mark would be there, mocking her with its presence. When he brought his lips to hers she almost thought she could hear him whispering but she dismissed it as a figment of her imagination. After all why would Draco Malfoy, prince of slytherin ever whisper "Sorry" to Ginny Weasley?

She closed her eyes as he let his hands roam her body, knowing that if she opened them and saw the mark she would have to leave. The sex was different than anything they had ever done before, slow and languid almost as if he was making love.

All the time as he pushed himself deep inside Ginny's hot, wet core Draco repeated his silent mantra. "I did it for you, I did it for love, I did it for you."

Afterwards, when he had fallen asleep and Ginny had dressed, readying herself to leave she kneeled by the bed. Slowly lifting the sheets to uncover the pale flesh of her lover, she gasped. It seemed a crime to mar anything as beautiful as Draco with the hideous scull and snake but there it was. Undeniable proof of her failure and of his.

She placed one last kiss on his brow before rising and leaving the room and its inhabitant behind. She knew what she had to do.

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I'm all alone and finally

I'm getting stronger

You'll come to see

Just what I can be

I'm getting stronger

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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: Sorry for taking so long to update…

Other People I Should Mention: Tori Amos, the story title is blatantly stolen from one of her songs. "A Sorta Fairytale". Lyrics in this chapter are Hold on By Sarah McLachlan yes it's a theme I know.

Dedication: To my mum… for not fainting when she found out what I was writing…

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A Sorta Fairytale

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Chapter Ten: Hold on

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Hogwarts:

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She made it out of the Slytherin dorms before her legs crumbled beneath her. The tears she had been keeping in check started rolling down her cheeks as she slid into a boneless heap in the hallway.

He had the mark, the vile, disgusting mark that proclaimed him as one of Voldemort's children. Her prayers had gone unanswered and harsh reality told her that she had failed, failed to heed the answers of a woman she now destined to become.

It was close to curfew and she should be getting back to the Gryffindor common room, but she couldn't. She had fallen in love with him at some point. Despite all the promises they had made about it being only physical she had not been able to stop herself and now she had to face what would probably be the hardest decision of her life.

Who would she tell of his betrayal? And would they let him live?

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Hold on

Hold on to yourself

for this is gonna hurt like hell

Hold on

Hold on to yourself

You know that only time can tell

What is it in me that refuses to believe

This isn't easier than the real thing

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The initiation had lasted almost till dawn, and he had not been able to rest since returning to Hogwarts. He was tired in ways others could not imagine when he came across the girl crying outside the Slytherin section of the castle. At first he thought it was one of his own students, but as he came closer he recognized her as a Gryffindor sixth year, Ginny Weasley.

Over the years he had always disliked the Weasley boys, well Bill had been alright he supposed but the rest of them… But it had always been different with their youngest. Ever since that horrible night five years ago when the word had come that she had been taken to the chamber… She had always been so tender, the true English rose. Every teacher had always had a soft spot for her, while Hermione granger was the smartest student for a century and Harry Potter was their protector Ginny Weasley had in many ways become a symbol of what they were fighting to preserve.

She was something to be protected, and no matter how hard he had tried to dislike her as he had her brothers it had been impossible, she was simply too cherished.

So maybe that was why he paused, with any other Gryffindor he would have shouted out a detention, maybe included some crass remark, but not now. He reached his hand to the sobbing girl, Watching as she grasped it as if it was a lifeline.

She looked up at him with teary eyes. "Professor Snape?"

"Miss Weasley." He watched as the girl seemed to wage some internal struggle.

"I have to tell you something… It's about Draco."

"In that case maybe we should step into my office?"

Ginny slowly got up from the floor and followed the slytherin head of house into his office, if there was anyone who would be willing to keep Dracos secret it was him. Ginny prayed to every deity she had ever known she was doing the right thing.

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My love

You know that you're my best friend

You know that I'd do anything for you

My love

Let nothing come between us

My love for you is strong and true

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Draco was still asleep as the potions master of Hogwarts locked himself into his room. The older man studied his protégé as he slept restlessly wondering who would pay the price for what the two of them was doing. He knew who had paid his price, he knew because everyday he saw the reminder of his failure as he walked the hallways.

Potter, Longbottom, and all those countless others who had lost their families because he had failed in his endeavour. He had failed to keep them safe.

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Am I in heaven here or am I...

At the crossroads I am standing

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Bodmin Moor:

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She looked down into her lap and the still unopened letter. She knew what it contained; even if she hadn't been able to see the future unfold she would still have known. There were some things a woman just knew.

But she still waited.

To open the letter would be to finalize it.

A child.

She knew that this was the final nail in her coffin. Draco would never let her go now that she was carrying the Malfoy heir in her womb. She let her hand linger over her abdomen, she was still flat, but soon it would start to show. Soon it would be too late.

She had once wished for children, dreamed countless dreams of soft skin and curly hair, of apple cheeks and the sweet scent of baby powder. The dreams had been the foolish wide eyed dreams of a young girl, and in many ways it was just one of the things she had lost after the chamber.

After Tom her dreams had changed. She no longer closed her eyes to see happy well-fed children. She saw war torn hungry eyes. Dirty faces filled with pain.

After Tom she lost her dreams, and they where replaced by nightmares.

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So now you're sleeping peaceful

I lie awake and pray

that you'll be strong tomorrow and will see another day

And we will praise it

and love the light that brings a smile across your face

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Draco entered the manor to find his wife in front of the drawing room window, she was sleeping again. Finding her like this had become something of a common occurrence lately.

He couldn't help the strange heat blossoming in his change, nor the softening of his features as he watched her. God he loved this woman she was his only weakness but also his greatest strength. All those times when he thought he could not live any longer. When it felt as if tough the blood on his hands was drowning him he needed only see her like this so weak and soft and he would be able to carry on. She was the prize, she was his reason.

He crossed the floor silently, not wanting to wake her. He knew she had troubles sleeping at night, but then so had he. For the last month or so there had been a restlessness to the very air that the breathed. They all knew the final battle was drawing closer, he just hoped that they would come out on the victorious side.

There was a small smudge of ink on her chin and he noticed the crumbled letter in her hand. Her eyes were rimmed red with the traces of tears and he carefully extracted the letter from her hand wondering what would bring tears to his lover's eyes.

The return address was Hogwarts, Severus Snape.

And then he knew.

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Oh god if you're out there won't you hear me

I know we've never talked before

And oh god the man I love is leaving

Won't you take him when he comes to your door

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Ginny woke slowly from her little nap, stretching lazily in the chair before opening her eyes. There was a fuzzy blanket covering her and for a second she frowned with confusion. She was certain it had not been there when she fell asleep. The mystery was soon solved when she saw he husband moving at the other side of the room, he was standing in front of one of the large French windows overlooking the gardens.

She sat up straight but he didn't even turn to face her as he spoke.

"Were even you planning on telling me?"

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Am I in heaven here or am I in hell

At the crossroads I am standing

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The Burrow

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The house was quiet as the inhabitants turned to face one another. They had been friends and companions for so long it seemed almost strange to think that this might be their final time together. For almost ten years this had been their common goal.

"Are you ready?" Harry's voice trembled with emotions as he spoke.

Ron gave one of his crocked grins as he lifted his wand in salute. "As ready as I ever will be."

Hermione sighed and closed the book in front of her before rising to her feet. "It's time."

On the floors above Molly Weasley gave a shudder in her sleep, unknowing of the fact that in this very night all her children would be fighting for their lives.

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So now you're sleeping peaceful

I lie awake and pray

that you'll be strong tomorrow and we will see another day

And we will praise it

and love the light that brings a smile across your face

Hold on

Hold on to yourself

for this is gonna hurt like hell

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TBC….

Riyue: Yes the vision woman is Ginny.

Resse Darling: Angst and Smut are the reasons I write... Well pretty much ;)

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Draconia: she told Snape... unfortunately he is loyal to Draco and sees Ginny as a
weakness.

ZilverFaerie: More future here you go... And will there be a pink happy ending? I'll never
tell

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Sing: You stole my Snape?!?! Bad girl…

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