The Seductress

The Seductress

Part I

Blood Stains

Tears poured vainly down her cheeks, leaving a trail of tearstains. Stop it, she scolded herself harshly. How many times had she cried all year? And now here, she was, on her birthday, actually crying. She had just turned fourteen, in mid October, and she was crying. On her own birthday. Ginny Weasley was not one to be fooled; however, she did sometimes act like a fool. She was clever, but everybody noted her shyness and lack of participation in class as stupidity. Well, what did they know? thought Ginny angrily. She was probably even smarter then Hermione Granger, her brother’s ex-girlfriend! She could beat anybody; she just didn’t have enough effort to do so.

Ginny Weasley was shy, sensitive, and clever. She was fourteen now, and had a slim figure, small chest, flat stomach, and auburn straight hair that swung over her shoulders, and that she often wore in a bun or ponytail or sometimes had it curled. Her eyes were a mix of chocolate brown, with a bit of hazel that highlighted against the sunlight. The only thing she liked about herself was her red flaming hair, which was sleek and shiny. She was not ravishingly beautiful, but she was not ugly either. Somewhere in between, she was plain. Sure, there were times that people thought her as adorable, but that all changed when she had turned eight years old.

------Flashback-----

There were lots of kids. Ginny remembered this clearly, because she could see the swarms of many redheads, blondes, and brunettes. Several black haired mothers were involved also, trying to control their overbearing wild kids. Ginny was not happy. She was wearing a small red satin gown, with two thin straps on her shoulders. It went above her knees, and she wore tiny little sandals and her hair was curled into a ponytail. Ginny looked very pretty, indeed. But there was one problem. She didn’t like all these kids. She didn’t even know who they were, for God’s sakes! Her mother and father and brothers had invited them without any permission of her own. Ten or eleven of the kids were playing a stupid game, and Ginny had politely asked if she could play.

“How do we know you’re brave enough?” a boy with a tousle of brown hair exclaimed. Ginny shrugged.

“I can be brave,” Ginny protested. She was so lonely, she was desperate to do anything.

“Guys, let her play,” said a silver-haired boy quietly.

“Fine. Mandy, you help her hide. And then all of us will try to find her. Alright? Everyone, it’s counting time!” said the boy.

Mandy, was a petite little girl with a sulky face. “God, just because it’s your birthday, do you always have to act like a queen?” she snarled.

Ginny felt a pang of hurt go through her. “I just wanted to play the game,” she said, a lump in her throat rising.

“Whatever,” Mandy said, looking around for a suitable place to hide. Then, she grinned devilishly at her. “Oh, this is perfect,” she whispered, pointing to a big wooden closet, which had been placed against a smooth wall near the living room.

Ginny shook her head stubbornly. “That’s where my Mum keeps all of her cooking materials. I can’t hide over there,” she started to say, but Mandy opened the door harshly and pushed her in. Ginny fell into darkness, and heard a small click.

Ginny waited for hours, for someone to find her. But after what it seemed like eternity, she finally gave up and pushed against the door. It did not open. Mandy locked me in, she thought, the lump in her throat rising higher. She placed her ear to the door, but all she could hear were soft cackles of laughter and festivities of her birthday party.

“Mandy! Please let me out!” she shouted, but more laughter. She reached around for some light, anything. Suddenly, her hand caught on something sharp, slicing her skin nicely. It was obviously a knife. She cried out, feeling a sudden sting in her right hand, and pain was numbing her flesh. Ginny cried out again, feeling liquid pour on her fingers. It was blood, of course. She proceeded to rub it against the satin of her dress, thinking the color would mix in with the red.

“Please! Someone let me out!” said Ginny again, going into sobs.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and Ginny reluctantly poised forward, and stepped out of the closet. She looked around and saw that the room was deserted, and looked up to see two wandering gray eyes above her.

“Thank you - nobody came and I,” she started to say, but was in a trance of the boy. He was taller than her, and actually towered over her small, frail body. He had blonde hair, but it was so white that it was silver. He had a thin body himself, but Ginny admired his posture.

“Hush, it’s alright,” he said, and lowered his eyes onto her gown.

“Your gown. It has blood on it,” he stated bluntly. She looked down, and saw that the faint color of the satin did not conceal the bright, shining blood that had been smeared onto it.

“Yes. I cut my hand on something sharp in the closet,” she said softly. He didn‘t reply. He ran a finger across her right hand, and the pain went away slowly. The blood decreased and vanished within seconds.

“How did you do that?” asked Ginny in awe. Surely, she knew they were both wizards and witches, but she had never seen a wizard with such power standards! Why, she had only made things happen only once!

“I don’t know,” he muttered.

“Is your family close to mine?” she asked.

“A little. My father couldn’t come, but my mother and your mother are very good friends.”

“Oh.”

Little Ginny turned around, and examined her dress. Maybe a little water would dry the creases of blood, she hoped.

“Hey, do you know where the other kids have gone?” asked Ginny, still looking at her dress. There was no answer. She turned around. The silver haired boy had vanished.

Ginny let go of the clutch of her satin dress, and the tears she had been holding down were now crawling onto her cheeks.

---- -- End ---- --

Ginny’s tears were now dried, but as she blinked, new ones formed. She had never seen the boy again, and whenever she managed to even ask her mother about it, her mother changed the subject quickly. The memories of how the cruel children had made her suffer, with the blood still trickling down her hand, and smeared on her dress. She still had the scars on her hand, and the smears of bloodstains still remained on her small, satin red dress.

The Seductress

Part 11

Memories

Fifteen year old Draco Lucifer Malfoy sat in the armchair, near the fireplace. He checked the time. Only six more minutes to go. The seconds ticked by, still remaining in his head. The minutes seemed forever to roll by, but he sat there patiently, waiting for the strike of midnight.

---- -- Flashback ---- --

Mother’s foolish babbling got Draco extremely bored sometimes. She was walking about the manor as if she was a maniac, avoiding house elves and putting on her makeup, wearing random dresses before choosing a light cream colored gown that hugged her curves nicely. Narcissa Malfoy hardly ever got dressed for anybody, so nine year old Draco found it amusing that she was acting as if this was so important.

Apparently, his mother’s best friend had a small girl that was younger than him that was celebrating her birthday today, and his mother was eager and rather excited to see her old schoolmate from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry after so many years. His father of course, wished to stay home, and his mother was happily accepting his decision nicely.

When they had gone to the party, Draco was one of the first ones there. He vaguely recalled remembering his mother embracing a plump, woman with a head full of red hair, but he ignored this and went off to pondering the rooms. The house was well groomed, but it was small and crowded, and his father would surely turn his nose up on it. He opened the door and peeked through, and widened his eyes.

The room was very tiny, and two beds lay in opposite corners. In a wide, mirror, a girl was standing, turning herself around, looking at herself in a small, satin dress that hugged her body and fit like second skin. She had red straight hair that went across her neck, and brown eyes, as what Draco could tell from the mirror. Shutting the door softly so she could not hear, he felt his heart pounding against his chest. A sudden unfamiliar pang in his chest sounded. The girl was beautiful. She looked about the same age, but she was smaller, and had a much more delicate figure. She was breathtaking. Her small red lips were crossed into a mere frown, which gave her another ravishing appearance of concentration.

As the other guests came in and shook hands, their children squealed and giggled, destroying the house. A tiny girl about the age of ten came toward him and grinned. “Your handsome, has anybody ever told you that?” she said shyly. Draco examined her with distaste. She was small, with brown hair and dull brown eyes. Nothing compared to the birthday girl in the satin dress.

He shook his head in reply and she blushed. “My name’s Mandy Murphy, surely you know of me? My father’s in league with yours in the Ministry,” she said haughtily, shaking his hand furiously.

“Oh, okay,” he said, not paying attention to a word he said. She squinted her eyes and snorted at him. Picking up the remains of her white puffy dress, she raised her chin up and walked away, muttering to herself.

By the time all the guests had arrived, the house was so crowded Draco could hardly walk. He spotted a bundle of kids whispering to each other. Mandy was in the crowd, and waved him over. Hesitantly, he accepted the invitation and walked into their group.

“We’re going to play hide and seek,” said a boy named Tom who had a bundle of brown hair.

“So, who wants to hide?” asked Mandy, looking around. Several of the kids raised their hands. Suddenly, a door from the room Draco had been looking in earlier opened, and in walked in the birthday girl. She was still as beautiful as always. Cold hearted as Draco was, he could not deny it. Her eyes shining, she looked around, her face in a deep frown.

“Is that your girlfriend, you can stop staring now,” snapped Mandy. Draco jerked back into attention.

“I can stare at whoever I want,” he exclaimed.

To his pleasure, the girl swished over, and she smiled at them.

“May I play?” she asked politely.

Tom was rather reluctant.

“Let her play,” Draco had said. She had smiled at him hopefully, and it made him melt.

Finally, the beautiful girl was accepted into their game. Mandy was supposed to help her hide. Worried about this, while the others counted, he sneaked across the rooms, and heard Mandy’s voice. There was a sound of a door slamming and a soft click, and footsteps left the room.

“Let me out! Please, someone! Ouch!” he heard someone scream, banging against something.

He hurried into the room, and looked around, trying to detect where the sound was coming from. He spotted a big wooden closet that was slightly shaking.

There was another cry, and he touched the lock with one finger. Quickly, it opened.

The girl stepped out, fear in her eyes. His pupils widened when as she started to stutter, and he merely noted that there were blood on her beautiful dress. The blood was smeared across her dress, and her hands was full of it.

Deep in frustration of Mandy, the little bitch, he took her hand, and felt himself quivering. A tingle surrounded his body as he drew his fingertip across her smooth, delicate hand. She was so small, so innocent, that it seemed a shame such a beautiful thing should bleed. The pain healed.

“How did you do that?” the girl asked, surprised.

Draco shrugged, muttering a dumb reply. The beautiful redhead turned around, looking at her dress. She started talking, but he knew he should stay no longer.

He ran quietly out of the room, dread filling his chest. His eyes blinked, and through his closed eyelids, he still remembered the smear of blood, grasped across the sinful red.

--- -- End --- --

He leaned over, and another second ticked. It was time. It was October 6th now, and only a few years before had this happened. Smiling sadly, he closed his eyes.

“Happy Birthday, beautiful girl,” he whispered.

The Seductress

Part III

So We Meet Again

Breakfast was uneventful. Draco was questioned by his ex-girlfriend Pansy Parkinson why he had dark circles under his eyes, but he had shot her a glare and said some rather obscene curses. He was bored of life, bored at Hogwarts. Nothing fun was going around, Harry Potter, his famous nemesis, was not almost dying too often anymore, and since the Tri-wizard tournament had passed him by, Draco was still trying to find something to do.

That “thing” arrived two days later after that very morning, when Draco was passing by the halls, looking around at the deserted area. He groaned. He had overslept, and his next class was Transfiguration. No doubt Professor Mcgonagall would give him detention for being so late. He looked at the time. He could wander around the halls until class was over and could step early into Advanced Potions II Period with the Gryffindors, he decided. Snape would be happy to see him, since he was the best student in the class.

He waited for the first bell to ring, signaling that people would be packing up their bags, quills and spare parchment and walking to their next class. Their was chatter and shouting, but still the halls lay deserted. Students often stayed behind to learn the homework or extra credit help. Doors flung open, and a few people ran out and went into various classrooms. Draco walked around, and reached the front of the Potions classroom, peaking through the window. Snape was not there yet. He opened it and walked in, taking a seat near the front.

He heard the door creak and heard a female voice cry, “Shit!”

Draco looked to his right and saw that a young female had entered, and her books and quills were splattered all over the floor. He examined her curiously. She had freckles, but not too many, just enough to show faintly on her creamy white skin. The girl also had straight, red hair that hung until her shoulders. Her small figure outlined tiny curves in her hips, and a small frame and flat stomach. She was wearing old, shabby hand-me-down Hogwarts robes, and which clearly gave away her round rear. Her robes were unbuttoned enough so he could see the nape of a small red tank top. She was rather small and slim, and looked about thirteen or fourteen.

“Hey, do you think you can help me here besides staring?” she snapped at him. Draco unwillingly swaggered over to her, picking up her books and laying them on a desk nearby.

She picked up the last of her quills and ragged parchment and she looked up at him, her face flushed.

“Thanks. Damn, I am early, aren’t I? This is my first class in Advanced Potions...with fifth years anyway,” she breathed, smiling at him.

“Are you a fourth year?” he asked.

“Yup. Professor Dumbledore recommended that I should take Advanced Potions, seeing that I am best in my fourth year Potions class. But I am a bit nervous, because fifth years are way more smarter,” she said.

She was very talkative, Draco noted to himself silently as she babbled on.

“I am sorry, am I annoying you? I do that when I am nervous. Oh! I am Ginny,” she said, grinning.

“Draco Malfoy,” he merely replied.

“Malfoy? You’re a Slytherin? Seriously? You were too good looking - I mean, sexy - I mean, nice to meet you,” she stuttered, her face growing red. She was cute, he decided.

“You know, you really shouldn’t reveal yourself, especially in a classroom full of, well, horny teen boys wearing those short robes,” he sneered.

“Um, thanks for the advice, I guess. But I don’t think I have a problem. I mean, I am not very beautiful or anything,” Ginny stammered.

“No shit.”

Ginny looked down at her shoes, and picked up her things as if she hadn’t heard the rude comment he had just said.

Draco scowled at himself for saying that. But it was true. Her face was small and apple-shaped, with thin chapped lips, a small nose and brown eyes. She would’ve looked rather pretty, but something was missing, something very important. Her face was child-like, and sweet, but then again, something was missing. And Draco couldn’t put his finger on what.

She sat down in a chair next to him, and he sat down too, and they both waited until the second bell rang. Seconds later, kids barged in, talking or writing on parchment. As soon as the kids were seated, Professor Snape had come in and started writing on the board.

Ronald Weasley, Ginny’s older brother, and his ex-girlfriend but best friend came in together, along with Harry, following from behind.

“Hey Gin-Gin. How’s my birthday girl?” he cooed to her teasingly.

“Happy Late Birthday, Ginny,” Harry and Hermione chorused together as if it were a skit.

“Malfoy, what’re you doing sitting next to my sister?” her brother’s face had suddenly gone bad, and he had a frown on his face.

“For your information, Weasley, I didn’t know this was your sister. My, my, she has grown up to be much of a slut, now hasn’t she?” he said, laughing.

“How dare you!” Hermione squealed, her hand over her mouth in shock.

“Take that back, Malfoy,” said Ron grinding his teeth.

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way, Weasel. I mean, I don’t mind her. She is a hot little thing after all, and how I’d love to just -” he didn’t get to finish the question.

Ron raised his fist, and aimed it at his jaw. Before something could happen, Ginny restrained Ron’s fist.

“Ginny! What are you doing! That little bastard just insulted you!” he protested.

Before Ginny could answer, Professor Snape had come to the chaos that was happening and took fifteen points off Gryffindor and a detention for Ron, Hermione and Harry.

After the class was finishing taking notes and Ginny had managed to score five points to Gryffindor for answering most of the questions and being the only one to make a amateur truth potion.

“Your welcome,” Ginny said as she packed up her things while the class was dismissed.

“For what?” Draco replied.

“For saving your ass, that’s what! My brother doesn’t play games, Draco, so please don’t insult me to piss him off, okay?” she said.

“Oh yeah sorry about that. You’re not really a slut,” he drawled lazily.

There was a long pause as both zipped up their bags.

“Exactly what would you love to do with that hot little body of mine’s?” Ginny said, her face flushing.

Draco laughed inwardly, and then settled for a smug smirk. He took his hand and placed it over her neck, making circular motions with his fingers. She gave a little sigh and closed her eyes.

“Now, now, I wouldn’t want to make you a slut,” he whispered in her ear. When she opened her eyes, he was gone, and the class was deserted. Ginny frowned. This seemed just a bit too familiar...