The Ferret, the Weasel and the Portal of Desire
Disclaimer: read someone else's, the story's the important thing here.
Unconscious inspiration: 'I Hate Not You' by poseur
Perhaps it was her Gryffindor bravery, but she was inclined to think that it was the constant yapping of the dark Ginny who had recently woken up. If you want life to be intense, you can make it intense, she thought. Decision made, she retreated to her deserted dorm and rummaged for some parchment. Funnily enough, all the different voices in her head fell silent when she began to write:
Malfoy,
I'll tell you about the tap. I'll want some information in exchange. Meet me by the lake an hour before sunset.
Ginevra Weasley
She had to gently bully Pigwidgeon into being her messenger - he didn't seem very keen when he heard the recipient's name. Five minutes to one hour before sunset she went and sat on the old boulder, the one she had been on when she saw him alone for the first time. Draco Malfoy stepped out from behind a tree, smiling charmingly, causing the hidden creature inside her to growl and bare its teeth.
He looked like a man of distinction. In that instant she was surprised at herself, because he was only a year older than she, but he had acquired the air of a man quicker than any of his contemporaries. Dark green robes of some very expensive wool, thick black leather gloves encasing those infinitely beautiful hands, and she wasn't even going to start on the shoes...how could someone so beautiful have such an aura of evil?
He wasn't that far away. Two steps and she could touch him, put her hands inside those fine robes, bring those fingers to her mouth...she shook her head before the tension inside her became too great to contain.
"Ginevra," he bowed. At first she thought he was mocking her, but his smile stayed polite, didn't lengthen into a smirk. "Let us discuss the terms of our deal." Again, no trace of sarcasm, or perhaps it was a very sophisticated sarcasm that didn't register on the Weasley radar.
"You tell me how you found the tap and everything you know about it, and I tell you what I know about the tap." Well, after all she had decided that attack was the better part of defense.
He cocked his head, still smiling. "Deal. No time like the present, Ginevra, I'll begin." She opened her eyes wide and pricked up her ears. "I know this has got something to do with the Chamber of Secrets," he held up the tap, "because Professor Snape joined the rest of the teachers in closing it. The debris from the demolition yielded me the tap."
She wrinkled her nose. "You're not exactly the type to go rummaging in the garbage, Malfoy. Not the most credible story, is it?" He shifted his weight slightly, looking curiously at her. " I don't take you for a fool, Ginevra. Hear me out. The tap called out to me." He held up a hand as she began to frown.
"Seeing is believing, little one. Here," he tossed the tap to her. She caught it neatly (the control freak part of her cheering madly, because she was normally quite clumsy) and said, frowning properly this time, "Little one?" "I'm a lot bigger than you are, Ginevra. Go on, hold it up to your ear."
So she did. And the tap did talk to her, or rather, sing in a quavering, off-key note.
I am the portal of desire
Enter if you would have fire Come, be utterly consumed Youths and maidens, all have swooned.
Once you enter by this gate I all your cares obliviate Let me pleasure you, my darling Feel my yearning, touch my longing.
She didn't realise that she was smiling widely as the song ended. For some reason (Ginny never could understand why she felt what she felt) the song had temporarily lifted her worries about the thousand and one stupid things she worried about every day - classes, homework, being here and there on time, teachers, rules, brothers, life.
Suddenly she didn't want to let the tap go. She looked at Malfoy and he was still smiling, only the smile was like her own, broad and unforced. Under normal circumstances she would have blushed or stammered or felt at least a little awkward, but she didn't feel any of that even though the song was not an innocent lullaby.
"Can I keep it?" she asked suddenly. He shook his head. "Finders keepers, Ginevra." He held out his hand but she didn't return the tap. She closed her fist around it and put her hand behind her back. Malfoy didn't seem perturbed. But he did have his slender black wand in one of his hands and was tapping it softly against the knuckles of the other.
"Suppose you tell me about it, Ginevra." She didn't think twice, she wanted to hold onto the tap for a little longer. "It was the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets. See the snake?" She rubbed at it with her thumb. Any worries she had about telling Malfoy any of this seemed to have faded away. "You spoke to it in Parseltongue and it opened up."
"Why did the Heir of Slytherin take you into the Chamber?" She looked at him, he looked candidly back at her, she wasn't fooled, the dark creature inside her began to tense in a flight-or-fight impulse. She shrugged. "Dunno. Probably the only one wandering around at the time." He looked at her through his lashes again. The guy was no fool, he knew she was lying. Not that the dark creature cared.
"Who was it, anyway? The Heir.I've always wondered." She wanted to say, I was the Heir, Malfoy, it was me, and see, just for fun, whether his mouth would drop open like Lavender Brown's when she had just heard a particularly juicy bit of gossip. "I don't know," she said, lying weakly. "I was unconscious all the time, and Harry said it was someone from the Dark Side controlled by You-Know-Who, but I didn't ask, well, they weren't very keen to tell me.."
"You can keep the tap for a day if you tell me the truth." She started. "You can, really. It knows lots of other songs, and some are far more risqué." His gentlemanly demeanour dropped for a second and he half smirked- half leered at her.
"What makes you think I'll give it back anyway?" she asked, the dark creature inside her wanting to cause a commotion, wanting to provoke him. He came dangerously close to her, the danger being that she was at the wrong end of his wand - he laid it on her cheek in a caressing motion. Her head tipped back to look at him.
"What makes you think I can't take it from you?" It was an almost blissful situation, the cool ebony of the wand tracing little circles on her cheek, moving dangerously close to her lips.
"Why don't you try?" she challenged, aroused beyond belief but somehow not crumbling - yet. He took her fist from behind her back, his long, slender fingers caressing hers. Her heart started to beat faster, and she suddenly thought that the nonsense about shivers and chills and jolts of fire between the fingers of people who touch for the first time was not completely nonsensical.
She wanted to bite those supple fingers, to lick their length, to have them all the way inside her. He tapped her clenched fist with his wand. "Comperio," he murmured silkily, and all the muscles in her hand went loose. He opened her fingers one by one, drawing his own across her palm as he took the tap away.
"Send me that scrawny owl again when you are ready to tell me the truth, little one," he said softly, tapping her cheek with the length of ebony. "It might be interesting, for both of us." He raised an eyebrow at her and smiled as charmingly as ever. He let her hand drop and set off back to the castle, his dark green robes swinging around his lithe, upright figure.
The golden glow of the sunset made a fitting backdrop for him, setting his fair hair on fire. He looked back once at her to smile, and the wind carried to her the sound of his voice, singing I am a portal of desire / Enter if you would have fire.
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Thanks to Terra Incognito and to Sadie, I dedicate this chapter to you two because your reviews got me up and writing again. I like this chapter myself, although I had some trouble with coming back to the story after a while.
Comperio (Latin) : to disclose fully, find out with certainty, lay open.
Disclaimer: read someone else's, the story's the important thing here.
Unconscious inspiration: 'I Hate Not You' by poseur
Perhaps it was her Gryffindor bravery, but she was inclined to think that it was the constant yapping of the dark Ginny who had recently woken up. If you want life to be intense, you can make it intense, she thought. Decision made, she retreated to her deserted dorm and rummaged for some parchment. Funnily enough, all the different voices in her head fell silent when she began to write:
Malfoy,
I'll tell you about the tap. I'll want some information in exchange. Meet me by the lake an hour before sunset.
Ginevra Weasley
She had to gently bully Pigwidgeon into being her messenger - he didn't seem very keen when he heard the recipient's name. Five minutes to one hour before sunset she went and sat on the old boulder, the one she had been on when she saw him alone for the first time. Draco Malfoy stepped out from behind a tree, smiling charmingly, causing the hidden creature inside her to growl and bare its teeth.
He looked like a man of distinction. In that instant she was surprised at herself, because he was only a year older than she, but he had acquired the air of a man quicker than any of his contemporaries. Dark green robes of some very expensive wool, thick black leather gloves encasing those infinitely beautiful hands, and she wasn't even going to start on the shoes...how could someone so beautiful have such an aura of evil?
He wasn't that far away. Two steps and she could touch him, put her hands inside those fine robes, bring those fingers to her mouth...she shook her head before the tension inside her became too great to contain.
"Ginevra," he bowed. At first she thought he was mocking her, but his smile stayed polite, didn't lengthen into a smirk. "Let us discuss the terms of our deal." Again, no trace of sarcasm, or perhaps it was a very sophisticated sarcasm that didn't register on the Weasley radar.
"You tell me how you found the tap and everything you know about it, and I tell you what I know about the tap." Well, after all she had decided that attack was the better part of defense.
He cocked his head, still smiling. "Deal. No time like the present, Ginevra, I'll begin." She opened her eyes wide and pricked up her ears. "I know this has got something to do with the Chamber of Secrets," he held up the tap, "because Professor Snape joined the rest of the teachers in closing it. The debris from the demolition yielded me the tap."
She wrinkled her nose. "You're not exactly the type to go rummaging in the garbage, Malfoy. Not the most credible story, is it?" He shifted his weight slightly, looking curiously at her. " I don't take you for a fool, Ginevra. Hear me out. The tap called out to me." He held up a hand as she began to frown.
"Seeing is believing, little one. Here," he tossed the tap to her. She caught it neatly (the control freak part of her cheering madly, because she was normally quite clumsy) and said, frowning properly this time, "Little one?" "I'm a lot bigger than you are, Ginevra. Go on, hold it up to your ear."
So she did. And the tap did talk to her, or rather, sing in a quavering, off-key note.
I am the portal of desire
Enter if you would have fire Come, be utterly consumed Youths and maidens, all have swooned.
Once you enter by this gate I all your cares obliviate Let me pleasure you, my darling Feel my yearning, touch my longing.
She didn't realise that she was smiling widely as the song ended. For some reason (Ginny never could understand why she felt what she felt) the song had temporarily lifted her worries about the thousand and one stupid things she worried about every day - classes, homework, being here and there on time, teachers, rules, brothers, life.
Suddenly she didn't want to let the tap go. She looked at Malfoy and he was still smiling, only the smile was like her own, broad and unforced. Under normal circumstances she would have blushed or stammered or felt at least a little awkward, but she didn't feel any of that even though the song was not an innocent lullaby.
"Can I keep it?" she asked suddenly. He shook his head. "Finders keepers, Ginevra." He held out his hand but she didn't return the tap. She closed her fist around it and put her hand behind her back. Malfoy didn't seem perturbed. But he did have his slender black wand in one of his hands and was tapping it softly against the knuckles of the other.
"Suppose you tell me about it, Ginevra." She didn't think twice, she wanted to hold onto the tap for a little longer. "It was the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets. See the snake?" She rubbed at it with her thumb. Any worries she had about telling Malfoy any of this seemed to have faded away. "You spoke to it in Parseltongue and it opened up."
"Why did the Heir of Slytherin take you into the Chamber?" She looked at him, he looked candidly back at her, she wasn't fooled, the dark creature inside her began to tense in a flight-or-fight impulse. She shrugged. "Dunno. Probably the only one wandering around at the time." He looked at her through his lashes again. The guy was no fool, he knew she was lying. Not that the dark creature cared.
"Who was it, anyway? The Heir.I've always wondered." She wanted to say, I was the Heir, Malfoy, it was me, and see, just for fun, whether his mouth would drop open like Lavender Brown's when she had just heard a particularly juicy bit of gossip. "I don't know," she said, lying weakly. "I was unconscious all the time, and Harry said it was someone from the Dark Side controlled by You-Know-Who, but I didn't ask, well, they weren't very keen to tell me.."
"You can keep the tap for a day if you tell me the truth." She started. "You can, really. It knows lots of other songs, and some are far more risqué." His gentlemanly demeanour dropped for a second and he half smirked- half leered at her.
"What makes you think I'll give it back anyway?" she asked, the dark creature inside her wanting to cause a commotion, wanting to provoke him. He came dangerously close to her, the danger being that she was at the wrong end of his wand - he laid it on her cheek in a caressing motion. Her head tipped back to look at him.
"What makes you think I can't take it from you?" It was an almost blissful situation, the cool ebony of the wand tracing little circles on her cheek, moving dangerously close to her lips.
"Why don't you try?" she challenged, aroused beyond belief but somehow not crumbling - yet. He took her fist from behind her back, his long, slender fingers caressing hers. Her heart started to beat faster, and she suddenly thought that the nonsense about shivers and chills and jolts of fire between the fingers of people who touch for the first time was not completely nonsensical.
She wanted to bite those supple fingers, to lick their length, to have them all the way inside her. He tapped her clenched fist with his wand. "Comperio," he murmured silkily, and all the muscles in her hand went loose. He opened her fingers one by one, drawing his own across her palm as he took the tap away.
"Send me that scrawny owl again when you are ready to tell me the truth, little one," he said softly, tapping her cheek with the length of ebony. "It might be interesting, for both of us." He raised an eyebrow at her and smiled as charmingly as ever. He let her hand drop and set off back to the castle, his dark green robes swinging around his lithe, upright figure.
The golden glow of the sunset made a fitting backdrop for him, setting his fair hair on fire. He looked back once at her to smile, and the wind carried to her the sound of his voice, singing I am a portal of desire / Enter if you would have fire.
000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
Thanks to Terra Incognito and to Sadie, I dedicate this chapter to you two because your reviews got me up and writing again. I like this chapter myself, although I had some trouble with coming back to the story after a while.
Comperio (Latin) : to disclose fully, find out with certainty, lay open.
