A/N: Hello and welcome to our fic, the first ever rapefluff. Or at least
the first to officially fall into the category-as far as we know. Anyway,
the ingeniousness (is that a word?) of this fic is that it is fluffy AND
rape-y (See previous question). Fluff lovers are welcome, just so u know,
the first chapter is safe for you, but there will be rape. Thanks, please
drop a review!
"Wow, life can't get any better," Ginny Weasley thought to herself as she walked hand in hand with her new boyfriend browsing the sweets in Honeydukes, her favorite store.
Draco Malfoy glanced up from his butterbeer, but Ginny was too carefree to notice the pair of silver eyes, watching her from afar. 'Ugh,' he though. 'That sight...it's just REVOLTING!'
The green-eyed boy holding Ginny's hand however, had felt Malfoy's cold stare and found it quite uneasing "Can I help you, Malfoy?" he said coldly.
Draco peered up into the bright green eyes of Harry Potter. "Yes, you can help me. I believe that this public display of affection may be considered rather.disrespectful and may make innocent bystanders uncomfortable"
"Innocent bystanders? I can assure you Malfoy, any bystander who is bothered by our 'public display of affection' as you put it, is not innocent at all, but one of the corrupt slaves you call friends."
Ginny stood beside her boyfriend, gawking at the Slytherin. She also couldn't help but notice that Malfoy's eyes were not on Harry when he spoke to him but on her, little Ginny Weasley. 'Why is he looking at me? He's fighting with Harry.' Ginny looked down, and saw that Harry had his hands in his pocket. He was going for his wand. "Mr. Malfoy, I deeply apologize for any... ehm...lack of comfort we may have brought you, but we are not breaking any law, and no other civilians have voiced against the way we act, so I believe you may return with your complain when you have substantial evidence of the 'evils' we are doing, for now, I again apologize for however much we corrupted and polluted your mind. Lets go, Harry."
"But can't we get a butterbeer, and do some other stuff first--" Harry inquired, referring to his want to slam Draco into the opposite wall. Ginny stepped down on his foot. "Ow-oh, right, let's go" Harry finished.
Draco kept an evil grin on his face, then sighed in relief as soon as he knew nobody was looking. Crabbe and Goyle were not there, and Draco had no one to protect him. Though he had grown stronger over the summer, so had Harry and he knew for a fact he couldn't take the raven-haired boy down alone. Draco sighed and returned to his butterbeer. 'I'll get you later,' he thought, still eyeing Ginny. She and Harry walked out of Honeydukes.
As soon as they were out, Ginny gave Harry a worried look, "Harry, I don't want you picking fights with that bloody git! He may not be as strong as you, but he has those two man servants and I don't want you hurt." "Ginny, don't worry" Harry said, "I've got it all under control, I won't let him hurt you." he gave her a soft kiss on the cheek, "You mean everything to me."
Ginny turned to give Harry a hug. The boy, who had grown quite a bit in the last year and was now nearly a foot taller than Ginny, easily wrapped his arms around her. "You mean more than everything to me, you know." she said. Ginny looked up into Harry's sparkling green eyes. Harry leaned down and shared a passionate kiss with his girlfriend. As Harry pulled away, Ginny smiled, "I believe you Harry, I believe you won't let anything hurt me."
Harry grinned, "O yeah, Potter one, Things that might be trying to hurt Ginny zero!"
"I can't believe you just said that!" Ginny managed to say in between laughs.
"Said what?" Harry replied. "Oh, that...did I actually say that out loud??"
Ginny giggled again. She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed Harry on the nose.
Meanwhile Hermione and Ron made their way up to the couple, "So Ginny, how's life dating your brother's best friend?"
"I thought I was your best friend" Hermione said, playfully hitting Ron's arm.
"No, you can't be my best friend. You're my girlfriend." Ron replied, pretending her punch hadn't hurt.
"Who says I can't be both?" Hermione said, sticking out her tongue.
"I do of course," Harry interrupted,
"What? I'm not your best friend either?" Hermione asked, pouting
"What? But you just said that..." Ron began, but Ginny interrupted him.
"Silly brother, you don't understand women, do you?"
"O, and Harry does?" Ron asked.
"Hey..." Harry objected. "Ok, so maybe I don't."
"Yea, but we love you anyway," Ginny said with a grin.
***
Meanwhile Draco was in the Slytherin commons room, yelling at Crabbe and Goyle. "You can't help being totally inutile? Well I say you can! Do you know how much respect you owe me? YOU CANNOT EVEN BEGIN TO IMAGINE! Now do as I instructed and find out where Miss Weasley will be tomorrow at every hour of the day!"
"But...but...Draco, sir, that would mean we have to steal her timetable." Crabbe said quietly. "Wow! I'm impressed. For once, you figured this out on your own! Now get your arses out there and find out where she'll be!" Draco yelled in reply.
Crabbe and Goyle obeyed immediately, leaving the blonde alone in the common room to ponder his revenge. 'Perhaps I'll shut her in a dark room and listen to her scream,' he mused. 'Or perhaps.something to mark my territory,' he thought as he pulled out a lighter, turned it on and let the flames dance over the ring that his father had given him. He felt the heat near his pale skin and grinned. 'Yes, I think I'll leave her something to remember me by.'
Draco walked over to the window. 'No moon tonight,' he noticed. 'Ah, well, even better. There shall be no light but my own to see the scars on the girl.' He smirked. 'Aw, how sad,' he thought. "Mr. Potter won't be there to protect her, I will have taken what he wants, forever, her purity can never be returned and Potter will be left behind to sorrow and loss, boo-hoo!" Draco said sarcastically.
"Uh, Draco, what are you talking about?" Goyle interrogated.
Draco jumped in the air and whirled around. "You fool! What are you doing back so soon?"
"I forgot my blank-y" Goyle said as he ran towards his four-post and grabbed an old, beaten pillow cover that was colored a mixture of puke green and neon yellow and hugged it. "O, I missed you so much, did the itty bitty blank-y miss me too? O yes you did didn't you?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "My god, Goyle, you're 16! Is that really necessary?" Draco waved his hand, dismissing the subject before Goyle could form an answer. "Is Crabbe getting the timetable?"
"Timetable?" Goyle asked, looking genuinely confused.
"Yes, the one I sent you to get, Virginia Weasley's timetable, so I know where she is tomorrow." Draco said, calmly, managing perfectly to hide his anger.
At that moment Crabbe walked in, timetable in hand "Got it master, can I have a snack now?" Draco sighed. "Pathetic" he murmured, tossing his servant a biscuit. Crabbe gobbled down the biscuit so quickly that crumbs didn't even have time to reach the floor. "Go to sleep, now." Draco commanded his henchmen. "I have planning to do."
The two heavies did as they were told, and Draco picked up the lighter once again, grinning. "Now, when to do this..." Draco thought aloud.
"Do what?" the annoying voice of Pansy Parkinson sounded behind Draco.
'Gah!' Draco thought. 'Is the entire house up tonight??' "Well, Ms. Parkinson, I was just thinking of what I'm going to do in my spare time, now that I hurt my ankle and all I wont be able to go to quiddich practice," he said leaning very close to her, "I'm going to have a lot of extra energy...I'll need something to do with it." He said "But," he continued, abruptly pulling away, "I was thinking very hard my dear, and I was in a pensive mood. Now I don't expect a creature of such limited intellectual capacity to know that you don't interrupt someone in a pensive mood, but now that I have informed you, I trust this will not happen again, goodnight Pansy." Draco said in a calm and smooth voice.
Pansy's jaw dropped. "Could you say that again in English, please?" she inquired.
"Of course. SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH, CAN'T YOU TELL IM IN A THOUGHTFUL MOOD? YOU DONT TALK 2 SOMEONE WHEN THEYRE IN A THOUGHTFUL MOOD BITCH, YA JUST DON'T!"
Pansy stood there for a minute or two, then started to walk away muttering "Bloody stress, 'at what it is, never would have spoken to me like that if it weren't for all the stress."
"Sure, Pansy, think what you like," Draco murmured to himself, and flopped down onto the couch. 'Ridiculous, the lot of them, all they see in me is superiority, but of course, it would be impossible for them to miss that. I need someone I can really have an intelligent conversation with, someone who sees me not only as a natural leader and a nice piece of ass, but also as troubled soul and person with social graces AND a brain.' Draco sighed. 'Of course, someone like that doesn't exist. But enough dreaming. I have revenge to plot.' Lost in thought, Draco soon fell fast asleep on the commons room couch.
***
Harry set his glasses down on his night table and sighed a happy sigh. "Today was a good day, a good day." He said aloud to himself, he lay down on his gold and red four-post bed and watched as Ron came in brushing his teeth.
"SHALGSH BLAGSH MMUBLE Ginny FLAGSH!"
Harry grinned "Right-o Ron, just don't drool on my things and don't forget to swallow again" He turned off his light and lay back, listening to Ron frantically and incoherently blab. Harry closed his eyes, relaxing. Five minutes later, he felt as if someone was leaning over him. He opened his eyes with a start and saw Ron staring down at him. "Gah! Dude, don't do that! You scared the bloody hell out of me!" Harry yelled.
"Sorry, man," Ron replied. "But may I ask what it was you did with my sister that made today 'a good day'?"
"Nothing you need to worry about."
"Then why was it such a good day?" Ron questioned suspiciously.
"Well, you see..."Harry tried to explain, "When I'm around her, its like...magic and I really feel warm and at home...I don't know"
Ron looked very amused. "DUDE YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH MY SISTER!"
Harry thought about it for a moment or two, then looked at Ron and said "Night Ron, G'night"
Ron's face twisted up for a moment, as if he were trying to decide whether to seriously maim he best friend, or just leave it at "g'night". Relaxing, he decided on the latter, and lay down on his bed. "G'night, Harry."
"Wow, life can't get any better," Ginny Weasley thought to herself as she walked hand in hand with her new boyfriend browsing the sweets in Honeydukes, her favorite store.
Draco Malfoy glanced up from his butterbeer, but Ginny was too carefree to notice the pair of silver eyes, watching her from afar. 'Ugh,' he though. 'That sight...it's just REVOLTING!'
The green-eyed boy holding Ginny's hand however, had felt Malfoy's cold stare and found it quite uneasing "Can I help you, Malfoy?" he said coldly.
Draco peered up into the bright green eyes of Harry Potter. "Yes, you can help me. I believe that this public display of affection may be considered rather.disrespectful and may make innocent bystanders uncomfortable"
"Innocent bystanders? I can assure you Malfoy, any bystander who is bothered by our 'public display of affection' as you put it, is not innocent at all, but one of the corrupt slaves you call friends."
Ginny stood beside her boyfriend, gawking at the Slytherin. She also couldn't help but notice that Malfoy's eyes were not on Harry when he spoke to him but on her, little Ginny Weasley. 'Why is he looking at me? He's fighting with Harry.' Ginny looked down, and saw that Harry had his hands in his pocket. He was going for his wand. "Mr. Malfoy, I deeply apologize for any... ehm...lack of comfort we may have brought you, but we are not breaking any law, and no other civilians have voiced against the way we act, so I believe you may return with your complain when you have substantial evidence of the 'evils' we are doing, for now, I again apologize for however much we corrupted and polluted your mind. Lets go, Harry."
"But can't we get a butterbeer, and do some other stuff first--" Harry inquired, referring to his want to slam Draco into the opposite wall. Ginny stepped down on his foot. "Ow-oh, right, let's go" Harry finished.
Draco kept an evil grin on his face, then sighed in relief as soon as he knew nobody was looking. Crabbe and Goyle were not there, and Draco had no one to protect him. Though he had grown stronger over the summer, so had Harry and he knew for a fact he couldn't take the raven-haired boy down alone. Draco sighed and returned to his butterbeer. 'I'll get you later,' he thought, still eyeing Ginny. She and Harry walked out of Honeydukes.
As soon as they were out, Ginny gave Harry a worried look, "Harry, I don't want you picking fights with that bloody git! He may not be as strong as you, but he has those two man servants and I don't want you hurt." "Ginny, don't worry" Harry said, "I've got it all under control, I won't let him hurt you." he gave her a soft kiss on the cheek, "You mean everything to me."
Ginny turned to give Harry a hug. The boy, who had grown quite a bit in the last year and was now nearly a foot taller than Ginny, easily wrapped his arms around her. "You mean more than everything to me, you know." she said. Ginny looked up into Harry's sparkling green eyes. Harry leaned down and shared a passionate kiss with his girlfriend. As Harry pulled away, Ginny smiled, "I believe you Harry, I believe you won't let anything hurt me."
Harry grinned, "O yeah, Potter one, Things that might be trying to hurt Ginny zero!"
"I can't believe you just said that!" Ginny managed to say in between laughs.
"Said what?" Harry replied. "Oh, that...did I actually say that out loud??"
Ginny giggled again. She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed Harry on the nose.
Meanwhile Hermione and Ron made their way up to the couple, "So Ginny, how's life dating your brother's best friend?"
"I thought I was your best friend" Hermione said, playfully hitting Ron's arm.
"No, you can't be my best friend. You're my girlfriend." Ron replied, pretending her punch hadn't hurt.
"Who says I can't be both?" Hermione said, sticking out her tongue.
"I do of course," Harry interrupted,
"What? I'm not your best friend either?" Hermione asked, pouting
"What? But you just said that..." Ron began, but Ginny interrupted him.
"Silly brother, you don't understand women, do you?"
"O, and Harry does?" Ron asked.
"Hey..." Harry objected. "Ok, so maybe I don't."
"Yea, but we love you anyway," Ginny said with a grin.
***
Meanwhile Draco was in the Slytherin commons room, yelling at Crabbe and Goyle. "You can't help being totally inutile? Well I say you can! Do you know how much respect you owe me? YOU CANNOT EVEN BEGIN TO IMAGINE! Now do as I instructed and find out where Miss Weasley will be tomorrow at every hour of the day!"
"But...but...Draco, sir, that would mean we have to steal her timetable." Crabbe said quietly. "Wow! I'm impressed. For once, you figured this out on your own! Now get your arses out there and find out where she'll be!" Draco yelled in reply.
Crabbe and Goyle obeyed immediately, leaving the blonde alone in the common room to ponder his revenge. 'Perhaps I'll shut her in a dark room and listen to her scream,' he mused. 'Or perhaps.something to mark my territory,' he thought as he pulled out a lighter, turned it on and let the flames dance over the ring that his father had given him. He felt the heat near his pale skin and grinned. 'Yes, I think I'll leave her something to remember me by.'
Draco walked over to the window. 'No moon tonight,' he noticed. 'Ah, well, even better. There shall be no light but my own to see the scars on the girl.' He smirked. 'Aw, how sad,' he thought. "Mr. Potter won't be there to protect her, I will have taken what he wants, forever, her purity can never be returned and Potter will be left behind to sorrow and loss, boo-hoo!" Draco said sarcastically.
"Uh, Draco, what are you talking about?" Goyle interrogated.
Draco jumped in the air and whirled around. "You fool! What are you doing back so soon?"
"I forgot my blank-y" Goyle said as he ran towards his four-post and grabbed an old, beaten pillow cover that was colored a mixture of puke green and neon yellow and hugged it. "O, I missed you so much, did the itty bitty blank-y miss me too? O yes you did didn't you?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "My god, Goyle, you're 16! Is that really necessary?" Draco waved his hand, dismissing the subject before Goyle could form an answer. "Is Crabbe getting the timetable?"
"Timetable?" Goyle asked, looking genuinely confused.
"Yes, the one I sent you to get, Virginia Weasley's timetable, so I know where she is tomorrow." Draco said, calmly, managing perfectly to hide his anger.
At that moment Crabbe walked in, timetable in hand "Got it master, can I have a snack now?" Draco sighed. "Pathetic" he murmured, tossing his servant a biscuit. Crabbe gobbled down the biscuit so quickly that crumbs didn't even have time to reach the floor. "Go to sleep, now." Draco commanded his henchmen. "I have planning to do."
The two heavies did as they were told, and Draco picked up the lighter once again, grinning. "Now, when to do this..." Draco thought aloud.
"Do what?" the annoying voice of Pansy Parkinson sounded behind Draco.
'Gah!' Draco thought. 'Is the entire house up tonight??' "Well, Ms. Parkinson, I was just thinking of what I'm going to do in my spare time, now that I hurt my ankle and all I wont be able to go to quiddich practice," he said leaning very close to her, "I'm going to have a lot of extra energy...I'll need something to do with it." He said "But," he continued, abruptly pulling away, "I was thinking very hard my dear, and I was in a pensive mood. Now I don't expect a creature of such limited intellectual capacity to know that you don't interrupt someone in a pensive mood, but now that I have informed you, I trust this will not happen again, goodnight Pansy." Draco said in a calm and smooth voice.
Pansy's jaw dropped. "Could you say that again in English, please?" she inquired.
"Of course. SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH, CAN'T YOU TELL IM IN A THOUGHTFUL MOOD? YOU DONT TALK 2 SOMEONE WHEN THEYRE IN A THOUGHTFUL MOOD BITCH, YA JUST DON'T!"
Pansy stood there for a minute or two, then started to walk away muttering "Bloody stress, 'at what it is, never would have spoken to me like that if it weren't for all the stress."
"Sure, Pansy, think what you like," Draco murmured to himself, and flopped down onto the couch. 'Ridiculous, the lot of them, all they see in me is superiority, but of course, it would be impossible for them to miss that. I need someone I can really have an intelligent conversation with, someone who sees me not only as a natural leader and a nice piece of ass, but also as troubled soul and person with social graces AND a brain.' Draco sighed. 'Of course, someone like that doesn't exist. But enough dreaming. I have revenge to plot.' Lost in thought, Draco soon fell fast asleep on the commons room couch.
***
Harry set his glasses down on his night table and sighed a happy sigh. "Today was a good day, a good day." He said aloud to himself, he lay down on his gold and red four-post bed and watched as Ron came in brushing his teeth.
"SHALGSH BLAGSH MMUBLE Ginny FLAGSH!"
Harry grinned "Right-o Ron, just don't drool on my things and don't forget to swallow again" He turned off his light and lay back, listening to Ron frantically and incoherently blab. Harry closed his eyes, relaxing. Five minutes later, he felt as if someone was leaning over him. He opened his eyes with a start and saw Ron staring down at him. "Gah! Dude, don't do that! You scared the bloody hell out of me!" Harry yelled.
"Sorry, man," Ron replied. "But may I ask what it was you did with my sister that made today 'a good day'?"
"Nothing you need to worry about."
"Then why was it such a good day?" Ron questioned suspiciously.
"Well, you see..."Harry tried to explain, "When I'm around her, its like...magic and I really feel warm and at home...I don't know"
Ron looked very amused. "DUDE YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH MY SISTER!"
Harry thought about it for a moment or two, then looked at Ron and said "Night Ron, G'night"
Ron's face twisted up for a moment, as if he were trying to decide whether to seriously maim he best friend, or just leave it at "g'night". Relaxing, he decided on the latter, and lay down on his bed. "G'night, Harry."