(NOTE!: Chapter 1 re-written)
~*~
I am not a pretty girl
That's not what I do
I ain't no damsel in distress
And I don't need to be
Rescued
So
So put me down
Punk
Wouldn't you prefer a maiden fair
Isn't there a kitten
Stuck up a tree some where
~*~
As days turned into weeks, Ginny learned to accept the life she'd chosen for her self. As weeks
turned to months she learned to love the life she lived. Even if it was as Draco's fuck toy,
'But it's still living and that's what counts' Or so she would remind herself daily.
He bought her everything when she told him she wanted to stay with him as long as he would let
her. Clothes, candies and jewelry of every kind, tickets to plays, dinner at expensive
restaurants, new furniture for the apartment...everything she could have wanted or asked for.
But some how all those things didn't matter when the lights were turned off, when night fell...for
during the night was when she didn't sleep, but entertained.
The first week was the same as her first night, a rough romp on the couch, then him in his room,
and her crying. Every time with bruises and blood. It wasn't until later that those kind of nights
became every other night instead of all the time, or only when he wanted her so. Because she
learnt to be what he wanted her to be, and also learned a few other things to keep him happy.
~*~
And I am not an angry girl
But it seems like I got every one fooled
Every time I say something they find hard to hear
They chock it up to my anger never to their own fear
And imagine you're a girl
Just trying to finally complain
Knowing full well they prefer you were dirty
And smiling
And I am sorry
But I am not a maiden fair
And I am not a
Kitten
Stuck up a tree some where
~*~
The day was her savior, when the sun rose that meant two things; Draco went to work, and she
could gather more information. A while ago she decided to use her power to help. With access to
any where in Voldermorts empire with the title of 'Draco's Pleasure Kitten', she could deliver
letters, get information, plan attacks, and most people talked as if she weren't there. It was
perfect, and who would have suspected? Currently she was organizing an invasion to win back a
little bit of land in Bordeaux, France. Some things she was good at, planning, she guessed it
was because of chess playing with her brother Ron.
Ginny dropped her parchment, and stared off into space. Yes, her brother Ron, She missed him.
The first thing she did was find her family...which turned out was not entirely possible...find
their bodies and head stones yes...but she'd never really find them, ever. Some things she'd
rather just forget, thinking life would be easier if she just didn't know how things were in the
'real world'. Because in the real world people die, you never find true love...and if you do,
he's obviously fucking some one else. She sighed. She'd also seen Harry Potter, looking
absolutely wretched, but alive. And that is why she was helping, because there was hope.
~*~
And generally my
Generation
Wouldn't be caught dead
Working for the mayor
And generally I
I agree with them
Some times you gotta have your supper, oh darling, plan
And I ever
Kept my disillusionment
I've been working
All my life
And I am a patriot
yeah
I have been fighting the good fight
And what if there are no damsels in distress
What if I knew that and called your bluff
Don't you think every kitten
Figured how to get down
Whether or not you
Ever show up.
~*~
As soon as they knew where I was getting my information Harry wanted me to stay with them in
hiding. But I couldn't, it's not as if I like Draco's company...but many things are better this
way. I use his money to help us against his Dark Lord, and I can give our side an advantage
because I know everything that goes on. But there were something's. Some nights he wouldn't use
me. Some times we'd just talk. I felt like he was my friend in some ways. Although we did shag
he was more gentle now and understood allot of the time when I asked him to please stop, or to
give me time to heal.
That's why I'm giving him this chance. That's why I've packed his bag with his best clothes, food,
some extra things, a pair of shoes and a good amount of money from his vault.
And when he came home from work he smiled seeing me sitting, waiting for him. But soon his
smile faltered when his eyes rested on the bag.
"What's going on?"
"Draco...there's something I have to tell you...."
And I explained it all to him. Everything. From my last name to what I've been doing these past
months. And some how he'd stayed calm, his attitude passive to what was happening.
"And so they are coming /here/. For /me/." It wasn't a question really, he believed her. But she
answered any way.
"Yes. They are going to attack because The Dark Lord is weak. Even you know that. Harry's going
to win. And I don't want you here when that happens."
He narrowed his eyes, "So you've been seeing potter." He couldn't help it, jealousy rose with in
him. Sure she wasn't actually his...but it felt like it while they were together.
Ginny sighed, "Don't be like that. It's not as if you cared any way, I was just something to
distract you, right?"
He was silent and looked at the ground for a minute. Then said, "Have you packed everything I'll
be needing then?" Indicating the bag near her chair.
"Yes."
"....Thank you." He took the bag, but not before taking her hand and kissing it, his eyes were so
sad, then walked into the hall and aparated away.
~*~
I don't want to be a pretty girl
I wanna be more than a pretty girl
Oh so much more than a pretty girl
~*~
Maybe she already knew. Maybe Draco had told. Maybe they had suspected her all along. But when
they did come for her, it was to late. To late for them...To late for her. They found her in a
claw-footed bathtub, her wrists cut deep, staining the water a pink color. And no weapon to be
found. Did he come back to help her, but instead watched her bleed? It looked as if so. There
was a towel covered partially in blood that was dropped on the other side of the room by the
door...no blood trails though, no droplets of water.
Did she herself cut her wrists?
Or did he?
Her body was covered in welts and bruises, but from a struggle, or previous nights of love making?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry Potter died fighting, although Tom Riddle wasn't strong enough to survive either. The
entire Weasley family was killed. Hermione Granger, She'd been dead all along, murdered in one
of the first Death Eater Rallies at Hogwarts. And Draco Malfoy, although suspected of Ginny
Weasely's murder, was never heard from again.
With the Wizarding World already broken, this last battle was horrific. No one knew if humanity
itself could survive. Everything had changed, and anarchy ruled the land.
Who had won, you ask?
It's a tough question to answer. When you think of it, it seems that no one had. Both sides
barely have living supporters let alone strong enough to rule over the other.
*"A wars end is only the beginning, The challenge is to keep on living, And when hope is a light,
a lighted hope, You see the tears, You've shed for those, Gone. Because cause in the end of a war,
no ones won."
(A/N): I wasn't going to do this *Dimi glares at reviewers* but I just started writing it..and..yeah..
But I have to explain a few things, when don't I? I swear these A/N's get longer every time I write.
Any way, first of all. To Anaxandra: yes I can see what you mean...but I thought of Draco in this
fic as, well to start off, just a teenager, 17 years old. Next he can pity, and so he did, but
when he found that she might actually be 'useful' for 'something' he decided to use the cards he
had as an advantage. And I could see him as being cold, hell he was annoyed adn technically drunk
what better reason to be a prat? But my over all theory is: That because he is rich, and raised
rich he had manners. Just because he doesn't show them all the time to the trio in the books
doesn't mean he hasn't got them, but when he wants something and /knows/ he can 100% get
it...then i'ts ok to take advantage of the situation...or...erm...person.
As for writing on this more...well every one is dead...what would be the point? Hee hee hee.
/But/ I do have an alternate ending I'm thinking of writing up if yall ask. That and i think this
ending sucked ass, i mean i'm not proud of it at all. but i couldn't think up anything better.
*The quote is by me. i made it a long time ago off the top of my head cuz i needed
something...meaningful i guess is the word.
Thanx for reading and reviewing!
-Wind and Ashes
~*~
I am not a pretty girl
That's not what I do
I ain't no damsel in distress
And I don't need to be
Rescued
So
So put me down
Punk
Wouldn't you prefer a maiden fair
Isn't there a kitten
Stuck up a tree some where
~*~
As days turned into weeks, Ginny learned to accept the life she'd chosen for her self. As weeks
turned to months she learned to love the life she lived. Even if it was as Draco's fuck toy,
'But it's still living and that's what counts' Or so she would remind herself daily.
He bought her everything when she told him she wanted to stay with him as long as he would let
her. Clothes, candies and jewelry of every kind, tickets to plays, dinner at expensive
restaurants, new furniture for the apartment...everything she could have wanted or asked for.
But some how all those things didn't matter when the lights were turned off, when night fell...for
during the night was when she didn't sleep, but entertained.
The first week was the same as her first night, a rough romp on the couch, then him in his room,
and her crying. Every time with bruises and blood. It wasn't until later that those kind of nights
became every other night instead of all the time, or only when he wanted her so. Because she
learnt to be what he wanted her to be, and also learned a few other things to keep him happy.
~*~
And I am not an angry girl
But it seems like I got every one fooled
Every time I say something they find hard to hear
They chock it up to my anger never to their own fear
And imagine you're a girl
Just trying to finally complain
Knowing full well they prefer you were dirty
And smiling
And I am sorry
But I am not a maiden fair
And I am not a
Kitten
Stuck up a tree some where
~*~
The day was her savior, when the sun rose that meant two things; Draco went to work, and she
could gather more information. A while ago she decided to use her power to help. With access to
any where in Voldermorts empire with the title of 'Draco's Pleasure Kitten', she could deliver
letters, get information, plan attacks, and most people talked as if she weren't there. It was
perfect, and who would have suspected? Currently she was organizing an invasion to win back a
little bit of land in Bordeaux, France. Some things she was good at, planning, she guessed it
was because of chess playing with her brother Ron.
Ginny dropped her parchment, and stared off into space. Yes, her brother Ron, She missed him.
The first thing she did was find her family...which turned out was not entirely possible...find
their bodies and head stones yes...but she'd never really find them, ever. Some things she'd
rather just forget, thinking life would be easier if she just didn't know how things were in the
'real world'. Because in the real world people die, you never find true love...and if you do,
he's obviously fucking some one else. She sighed. She'd also seen Harry Potter, looking
absolutely wretched, but alive. And that is why she was helping, because there was hope.
~*~
And generally my
Generation
Wouldn't be caught dead
Working for the mayor
And generally I
I agree with them
Some times you gotta have your supper, oh darling, plan
And I ever
Kept my disillusionment
I've been working
All my life
And I am a patriot
yeah
I have been fighting the good fight
And what if there are no damsels in distress
What if I knew that and called your bluff
Don't you think every kitten
Figured how to get down
Whether or not you
Ever show up.
~*~
As soon as they knew where I was getting my information Harry wanted me to stay with them in
hiding. But I couldn't, it's not as if I like Draco's company...but many things are better this
way. I use his money to help us against his Dark Lord, and I can give our side an advantage
because I know everything that goes on. But there were something's. Some nights he wouldn't use
me. Some times we'd just talk. I felt like he was my friend in some ways. Although we did shag
he was more gentle now and understood allot of the time when I asked him to please stop, or to
give me time to heal.
That's why I'm giving him this chance. That's why I've packed his bag with his best clothes, food,
some extra things, a pair of shoes and a good amount of money from his vault.
And when he came home from work he smiled seeing me sitting, waiting for him. But soon his
smile faltered when his eyes rested on the bag.
"What's going on?"
"Draco...there's something I have to tell you...."
And I explained it all to him. Everything. From my last name to what I've been doing these past
months. And some how he'd stayed calm, his attitude passive to what was happening.
"And so they are coming /here/. For /me/." It wasn't a question really, he believed her. But she
answered any way.
"Yes. They are going to attack because The Dark Lord is weak. Even you know that. Harry's going
to win. And I don't want you here when that happens."
He narrowed his eyes, "So you've been seeing potter." He couldn't help it, jealousy rose with in
him. Sure she wasn't actually his...but it felt like it while they were together.
Ginny sighed, "Don't be like that. It's not as if you cared any way, I was just something to
distract you, right?"
He was silent and looked at the ground for a minute. Then said, "Have you packed everything I'll
be needing then?" Indicating the bag near her chair.
"Yes."
"....Thank you." He took the bag, but not before taking her hand and kissing it, his eyes were so
sad, then walked into the hall and aparated away.
~*~
I don't want to be a pretty girl
I wanna be more than a pretty girl
Oh so much more than a pretty girl
~*~
Maybe she already knew. Maybe Draco had told. Maybe they had suspected her all along. But when
they did come for her, it was to late. To late for them...To late for her. They found her in a
claw-footed bathtub, her wrists cut deep, staining the water a pink color. And no weapon to be
found. Did he come back to help her, but instead watched her bleed? It looked as if so. There
was a towel covered partially in blood that was dropped on the other side of the room by the
door...no blood trails though, no droplets of water.
Did she herself cut her wrists?
Or did he?
Her body was covered in welts and bruises, but from a struggle, or previous nights of love making?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry Potter died fighting, although Tom Riddle wasn't strong enough to survive either. The
entire Weasley family was killed. Hermione Granger, She'd been dead all along, murdered in one
of the first Death Eater Rallies at Hogwarts. And Draco Malfoy, although suspected of Ginny
Weasely's murder, was never heard from again.
With the Wizarding World already broken, this last battle was horrific. No one knew if humanity
itself could survive. Everything had changed, and anarchy ruled the land.
Who had won, you ask?
It's a tough question to answer. When you think of it, it seems that no one had. Both sides
barely have living supporters let alone strong enough to rule over the other.
*"A wars end is only the beginning, The challenge is to keep on living, And when hope is a light,
a lighted hope, You see the tears, You've shed for those, Gone. Because cause in the end of a war,
no ones won."
(A/N): I wasn't going to do this *Dimi glares at reviewers* but I just started writing it..and..yeah..
But I have to explain a few things, when don't I? I swear these A/N's get longer every time I write.
Any way, first of all. To Anaxandra: yes I can see what you mean...but I thought of Draco in this
fic as, well to start off, just a teenager, 17 years old. Next he can pity, and so he did, but
when he found that she might actually be 'useful' for 'something' he decided to use the cards he
had as an advantage. And I could see him as being cold, hell he was annoyed adn technically drunk
what better reason to be a prat? But my over all theory is: That because he is rich, and raised
rich he had manners. Just because he doesn't show them all the time to the trio in the books
doesn't mean he hasn't got them, but when he wants something and /knows/ he can 100% get
it...then i'ts ok to take advantage of the situation...or...erm...person.
As for writing on this more...well every one is dead...what would be the point? Hee hee hee.
/But/ I do have an alternate ending I'm thinking of writing up if yall ask. That and i think this
ending sucked ass, i mean i'm not proud of it at all. but i couldn't think up anything better.
*The quote is by me. i made it a long time ago off the top of my head cuz i needed
something...meaningful i guess is the word.
Thanx for reading and reviewing!
-Wind and Ashes