One stalker, One mission, Fire and Ice
Summary: Post-Hogwarts, Post-War. Ginny has been stalked by Harry Potter since the war, and he finally gets the chance to take it too far. It's now up to her childhood enemy to save her and protect her from Potter. Draco is an unspeakable and needs a wife for his next mission. HBP-Compliant, DG
Warnings: attempted rape, violence, and foul language
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Now when I think back, I thank myself for momentarily forgetting about Potter and not putting up my usual wards, but at the time I had cursed myself and my stupidity, a certain phrase from the war popping into my head, Constant Vigilance…
I was at my flat, watching muggle TV and sitting on my not-so-comfortable couch in jeans and a T-shirt that, I'll admit was a bit small for me. It showed just a little bit of my midriff and was rather tight around certain… assets, but it was one of my favorites and I only wore it at home. (I no longer have that shirt, I burned it, and you'll soon see why.)
Next thing I know, I feel hot, sticky breath that reeks of Fire-whiskey on my neck and sweaty hands gripping my shoulders. I think my heart stopped, I couldn't breathe or do anything, the world just stopped. In the next second, it all came tumbling back, I'd forgotten to put the wards back up when I came home! I used my fast reflexes that were necessary in the war and spun around, knocking his hands off me and punching him square in the face. I grabbed my wand off the coffee table and disapparated to the first place I could think of.
Turns out, the first place I thought of was an old bar we used to frequent during the war. I decided that I might as well go in, as I had nowhere else to go. Just as I was about to open the door, I heard the pop of apparition behind me. I turned around and saw, to my horror, the man that I had just escaped from, Harry potter.
Now let me explain something, as I know you're all sitting there going "What?! No, she can't mean THE Harry Potter. Why would run from him? He wouldn't hurt a fly." But I have some news for you. I won't argue that Harry Potter saved the Wizarding World from Voldemort but he is no saint. The War did something to him, messed with his morals; he became arrogant and thinks the world worships him (which most of the world does).
I swear! These people are idiots; he could get away with rape or murder. The government would just look the other way. Even my own family still adores him. I tell them what he keeps trying to do to me and they just shake their heads and tell me, "jealousy does not befit a lady, Ginevra." Pfft! Jealous! Of what?! All the women he charms, uses and then dumps. I do NOT want to be Harry Potter's fuck buddy, thank you very much! And, just like me, no one will believe them that the great Harry Potter would do such a terrible thing.
Anyway, the point is that he has been trying to get me into his bed, willingly or unwillingly, for the past few years. Also he is a drunk, hardly ever is there a time when he is not completely sloshed, except of course on Sundays, for family dinner at the Burrow. He's always the perfect gentleman for my parents.
Back to the present… He was, of course, completely wasted. His glasses were broken from when I hit him, and (I felt proud to say) he would have a nice shiner in the morning. He was stumbling drunkenly toward the bar, and I wondered how he could've possibly not splinched himself in that state. Unfortunately, a muggle had just walked around the corner, so I could not disapparate immediately. I slunk into the shadows hoping that Potter would just pass by and stumble into the bar. He did, but the muggle was walking extremely slowly so I stepped out of the shadows and headed for the phone booth across the parking lot to disapparate.
I hadn't even made it halfway there when I heard the bar door open again and someone being thrown out. I froze and slowly spun to face him, but for once my reflexes failed me.
He used a successful expeliarmus on me, and now had my wand. He advanced with both wands in his right hand and pointed at me.
I backed up a few feet before I ran into a van and could go no further.
He laughed, horribly, it reminded me of Peter Pettigrew. Then he leered at me and slurred, " Com' on Gin, no more games now…" He threw the wands aside and pinned me to the van with his body, grinding his hips against me and breathing in my ear.
I only had a split second to struggle, he held my wrists against the van above my head with one of his hands, and so I couldn't hit him. I tried desperately to kick him, but knowing all my tricks from previous encounters, he stood on both my feet.
During this precious moment of opportunity, he had been telling me how much he liked that shirt on me and was pushing the hem up even higher with his hand, reaching toward my breast. Just as he reached the edge of my bra, I opened my mouth to scream and he took this as a go ahead to shove his disgusting tongue in my mouth.
Though absolutely revolting, this did at least give me another opportunity to escape. I bit his tongue as hard as I could and broke the skin. Blood started pouring into my mouth before I let up and he tore his mouth away from mine. I gagged for a moment on his blood and then prepared my self to knee him in the groin, when suddenly he was ripped away from me and pinned against the van by his throat.
I slumped to the ground and looked up at my savior (though I still think I could have gotten away just fine on my own). He had silver-blonde hair and steel-grey eyes that were narrowed with hate towards Potter. He had pale, pointed features and wore muggle clothes that just screamed wealth. Just before he beat Potter to a pulp, I heard him mutter, "Always knew you were a bloody bastard Potter." That statement marked him as a wizard and most likely a Slytherin, as everyone else worshipped their "Golden-boy" Potter. I knew he looked familiar but in my delusional state I couldn't remember, for the life of me, who my blonde savior was. At this point, I was completely emotionally and physically drained and passed out on the pavement.
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I later found out that my rescuer was the elusive Draco Malfoy, who had not been seen since the war, and with good reason.
At the end of my fifth year at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy let Death eaters into the school, which led to the death of Albus Dumbledore by one greasy git, Severus Snape. He and Snape then ran off and neither one of them was seen again, to cowardly to show their faces and fight on either side of the war…
At least that's what most people would tell you. I however, happen to know the truth. Snape took Draco to his previously set up safe house and questioned him about his true loyalties under veritaserum. In turned out they were both on the same side- against Voldemort. Yes, you heard me correctly, neither one of them was a true Death eater. Draco only let the Death eaters into the school because Voldemort had captured his mother and threatened her torture and eventual death if he didn't follow his orders. Snape had in fact been doing exactly what every one in the Order had been told he was doing, spying for them. Now, Snape could hardly continue to do that as they all believed that he was evil and truly working for Voldemort, so he used his Death eater status for the last time to get him into Voldemort's hideout. Once there he rescued Narcissa and stole all of Voldemort's potions supply, that he himself had brewed for The Dark Lord in the first place.
Once Draco knew his mother was safe, he had no qualms about helping Snape bring down Voldemort. For the rest of the war, they went to every single battle and took out more Death eaters than any of the Order members. This was relatively easier though, as they had the advantage of being invisible and intangible. They were also immune to all spells except the killing curse, which just caused unconsciousness. Snape had been working on a new potion and had only just completed it. The only downside of it was that it could only be reversed with the antidote and so if they lost the antidote or fell unconscious, they were out of luck. Draco did fall unconscious once due to a killing curse hitting him but managed to wake up and escape just before being consumed by the great fire at the last battle. Snape wasn't so lucky.
After Draco mourned his godfather and mentor, and regained his health, he applied for a job as an unspeakable. They questioned him under veritaserum and then offered him a job. Luckily for him they run completely separate from the rest of the ministry and only pretend to follow its laws. So, that is what he had been doing for the last few years.
A/N: Please Review, I need feedback. This is one of my first chapter-length stories, and my first DG fic. Any and all constructive criticism wanted!