DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Trapped: 24 Hours With The Serpent
By: Crystal Megan
Rating: R
Genres: Romance/Action/Adventure/Comedy
SUMMARY: Ginny was supposed to corner the Slytherin pranksters in Hogsmeade and show what a real prefect is made of, but it seems our infamous Slytherins have other plans involving 24 hours, the Shrieking Shack, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, a bet, and other stuff…
A/N: ::sighs:: I'm really sorry for the long wait, and I'm thinking now that I'm becoming like Rowling with how long it takes to make the new chapter, lol. But no worries, the most the next chapter can take is like a month, and a half. Not two years, lol. There's personal A/N at the bottom to everyone that reviewed.
Chapter 2: Fangs, and New Found Sexuality
"Malfoy, what are you doing here?" Ginny asked, locking her arms to support her weight, with one leg bent, the other laying on the ground straight. Ginny felt disorientated from the suffocating bag, and strained her eyes a bit to see the concealed young man that hid his head now behind the safety of the long emerald drapes of the bed.
"Same as you," Draco said lazily. "For the enjoyment, and pleasure of my fellow Slytherins to see whether you or I murder the other first. Think of it as an arena, Weasley," Draco said this as he pulled back the long drape away, showing his face, and upper body that Ginny wasn't able to see a second before, "with two big wrestling men, with an obnoxious, and loud crowd. There are bets placed on the men, like us, and then the game begins, and all hell breaks loose. In other words that your narrow mind might understand, we're being played."
Ginny had an urge to deck Draco for his comment about her mind, but it was probably how he viewed every Gryffindor. But Ginny decided if all hell broke loose, it wouldn't be from her, a Gryffindor. The Slytherins could have that over their heads, along with their all ready tainted reputation.
"How did you get here before me?" Ginny asked.
"I've been here all night, Weasley. They used a Polyjuice Potion to fool you."
Ginny looked at Malfoy, who had stretched out his long legs, and his also, long arms (but not as long as his legs) behind his silver-haired head, causing Ginny to notice he was like Ron; tall, lanky, and broad shouldered. Draco looked lazily at the flushed sixteen-year-old girl that glared back at him, and lied on the expensive emerald duvet, silver sheets, and black pillows on the bed.
"Well, even if I was fooled there for a second, I'm still a Gryffindor, and Gryffindors aren't played with," Ginny replied proudly, raising her softly rounded chin at Draco.
Draco changed his position on the bed gracefully, earning Ginny's memorisation, then turned so he was on his stomach, and inched slowly, and gracefully, on the duvet to where Ginny's head could be seen over the short bed. Her fiery tresses shone brightly in the light from the French windows that rose from the floor to the ceiling, and then he came to her face, only two feet away.
Ginny watched Draco delicately placed his hand on her knee, where the ending of her black skirt of her Hogwarts uniform rested, pulling the material of the black skirt upwards, revealing her milky white skin, showing its vulnerability. Ginny gasped at Draco's cold hand, reminding her of the freezing temperature in the room, and house, with the windows opened. Ginny heard a voice in her head warning her to stop this, to make it end, it was wrong, it needed to stop, but there was an unfamiliar fogginess in Ginny's head, that wrapped it's self around her conscious mind, leaving her without her judgment, and morals.
Draco's eyes had never left Ginny's, and continued to watch her face as his hand moved slowly to rest on the middle of her thigh, causing Ginny to feel dazed, and uncomfortable. Ginny could feel the coldness of Draco's hand seeping into her warm skin, and the icy stare from his silvery gray eyes that searched her face to uncover everything about her. Ginny shut her eyes from having to look into Draco's searching ones, feeling his hand travel higher, then hearing the small little squeak from the bed as Draco leaned in towards her, now only an inch away from her small ear.
Ginny felt Draco's cold hand on her cheek, moving slowly so the iciness seeped into her face, along with the coldness on her thigh, to her ear, where he brought his face closer. Hearing Draco's silky voice startled her, no matter how gentle, and soft it was, and it still kept its sweet malice in, waking her up so her eyes flew open, and tried to trace back to what he had said.
"I'm already playing with you," Draco whispered.
"You're not getting anywhere with me, Malfoy," Ginny replied angrily. "We may be stuck here in this room for a while, but there is no way you're getting into my knickers."
"Don't you mean skirt, Weasley?" Draco asked, and looked at Ginny lazily.
"Shut up, Malfoy," Ginny said.
Ginny glared at Draco feeling a little defenceless, and hopeless. Whatever came she couldn't really defend herself. Her wand was gone; there would be no way to stupefy him or use the Petrificus Totalus spell, or any other sort of magic. She wasn't a very good fighter; she'd be able to land a blow, (taught by Ron who had given a lecture, just as bad as the 'Bird and Bees,' on date rape, or more of how to punch-in-the-face-date was what Ron had gone over), but what came after? Draco had also said the Slytherins were enjoying this like a sport, or wrestling arena as he had said. So who would help her? Who would save her? Maybe Harry? But what if Hermione was able to get to Hogwarts, and tell the boys?
"HERMIONE!" Ginny shrieked enthusiastically.
Draco looked bewildered, and snatched his hand away from Ginny, as if she was fire or a flame, and would burn him, and he was a little boy messing with it, and soon grew wise of the harm it could bring. And that's how Ginny felt. Once Hermione saved her from the Slytherins, everything would be all right, except for the Slytherin Prefects, and their fellow house members, because they would be caught in their act. Ginny could all ready imagine Hermione here. She might even bring Harry, and Ron, instead of just coming straight here! Yes, she would go back to the castle to the Gryffindor Common room when she didn't see Ginny anywhere, run to the boys dormitory as softly as she could, wake Harry, and Ron, come back to Hogsmeade, and they'd look everywhere until they found the Shrieking Shack, where she was imprisoned by their enemy house. Harry, and the sidekicks would win again!
"What?" Draco asked sharply, and climbed off the bed quickly, ignoring the silver strands that were falling into his face, to kneel in front of the red headed girl. "What about Granger?"
Ginny grabbed Draco's shoulders, and shook them gruffly, shrieking with excitement. "She'll save us! She'll save us! She'll come-,"
Draco grabbed the energetic red head before she ended up breaking a bone of his, or something else. "Weasley," Draco spoke, sneering at the excited girl who was still shrieking with happiness at her though of Hermione coming. "Weasley! Weasley! WEASLEY!" Draco shouted at the end.
"What?" Ginny said angrily, but her face only showed surprise.
Draco loosened his tight grip on Ginny's shoulders, but then later let go of her to run his right hand through his hair to fix the silky silver strands that had fallen in his face. Draco shook his head slightly after fixing his hair, and then grimaced. "Weasley, never touch me," Draco raised his voice after that to his superior voice of his he had been taught to use. "Especially when you're excited like just now."
Ginny glared at Draco, and pursed her lips, making a thin pink and white line. Draco smirked at the angry girl, and then his face turned into confusion when she saw her blushing badly, and was looking down, and clearing her throat. Now it was Draco's turn to feel stupid, because at that second, he realized he was on top of her so her arms had to be locked to be sitting up, or else she'd be lying on the floor with him on top. Draco, unknowingly, had pushed her back when he grabbed her to stop shaking him. Draco smirked again, though he felt different from what he was showing the girl.
Suddenly, Ginny slapped him hard, and he heard something along the lines of "you," "bastard," "son-of-a-bitch," and even more curse words, that he had little doubt, had been heard from Ron, and her other older nine brothers, or whatever number it was. Her mother obviously didn't know of birth control spells, or even Muggle contraptions, which was odd since they loved Muggles so much, and their little odd electricity things, that she could have used instead of making her family population of China.
Draco quickly realized his hand had been lying on her lower back that was very close to her bum when she had started to blush. To Draco's frustration, he felt like he was choking on something in his throat that was large, and slimy.
When he looked around, he saw Ginny about five feet away from himself, laughing hard, rolling on the floor, and clutching her ribcage, like it was painful.
Draco felt something coming out from his throat, and moaned from a sharp sudden pain in his abdomen. Whatever was coming from his throat was making him gag, and he could taste slime and dirt. Draco puked after that realization, seeing an empty old iron bucket, and with it came a flobberworm, that was alive!
Draco hollered, but was soon silenced because he started to retch more flobberworms that were wiggling around his mouth, and more were coming! He could hear Ginny's laughs still going strong. She struggled to speak through the giggles, "You scream like a girl," and Draco had an urge to deck her, regardless of the Malfoy family code, stating in rule 1, 967: 'No male in the Malfoy family tree, or in relations, shall ever hit a lady, unless a) they're attacked severely with no other method, or, b) it is Aunt Elizabeth III, and she is spying on you in the bathroom again, then you're in all your rights of getting her to go into another Malfoy-caused trip to St. Mungo's.'
"UUUUUUGH!" Draco hollered again.
"Well, I didn't do it, Malfoy. I don't have my wand with me," Ginny retorted angrily.
Ginny's voice seemed far away to Draco, who was huddled over the iron bucket, retching flobberworms that were alive in the old bucket, writhing around, looking like they were a living peach coloured carpet.
"No, it was I."
"But you just said it wasn't you, Weasley," Draco said bitterly as possible, and quickly, so he would not puke any flobberworms on the floor. He turned back to the bucket, and retched again.
"But it wasn't me, Malfoy," Ginny said.
Ginny's voice sounded odd to Draco's ears. The first voice had seemed more masculine, and powerful, a man's voice. Ginny had a soft, and gentle voice, like a wind chime that would sing a high note gently when the wind stirred it.
Then that means, Draco thought, and turned around quickly to see someone in a black cloak, maybe a Hogwart's cloak, pointing his long polished wand in Draco's face.
"I…will…never…listen…to…another…Weasley…again!" Hermione puffed as she pushed away the swinging branches that kept hitting her, and scratching her face, leaving long, thin, angry red lines of evidence of her torment. Her thick Hogwarts cloak had held strong during her ordeal in the forest or patch of woods, as it had seemed to Hermione, but unfortunately, she hadn't been able to cover her legs and uniform, because the branches and bushes had started to attack her, like the Whomping Willow. So Hermione hadn't had the time, and was struggling under the powerful brute hits that hit her legs, leaving would-be bruises, tearing her skirt, dirtying her white blouse, and bruising her chest, causing her to almost cry, but she bit her tongue from wailing, and kept moving to get out of the angry plants way.
Hermione had been in Hogsmeade originally, sprinting down the streets, looking in the cottages, and store windows, but then she had heard some noises in the 'patch of woods', and had thought that the Slytherins were there, hidden in the shadows, thinking up cunning plans, and sinister plots. Instead, it had been a chipmunk, frustrating Hermione even more.
A rather large one, Hermione thought, I think the Hogsmeade residents are having too big a party of breadcrumbs, and food scraps with those little things.
Hermione now left the angry patch of plants, and seemed to be in the 'normal' patch now. The plants here seemed regular, well, as regular as they could be in Hogsmeade, a Wizarding village. These, at least, weren't murderous. Hermione let out a sigh of relief, and grimaced from the pain from the punches that had landed all over her fragile skin, and saw drops of blood twinkling in the moonlight on her knees, and legs. Hermione looked around in her uniform pockets, and then her cloak's pockets for her wand, but then shrieked at the remembrance of it falling at first when she realized the plants were dangerous, and was trapped.
The bushy haired girl sighed sadly, feeling the loss of her wand heavily, since now, she had no ways of defending herself, or cleaning her horrible scratches, bruises, and cuts, and was feeling another thing she had never felt before until now, where she was standing in a small little trail like path, small droplets of blood rolling slowly down her legs, and looking like a frightful sight: stupidity.
Stop it, Hermione ordered herself sharply, you're not going to get anywhere thinking like this. You have to make it. What will Ginny do once she finds that you're gone, and no one can find you?
Hermione found herself comforted, and bravely ventured forward to look for another way out of the woods before anything murderous like the other plants showed up, and calmed herself down as quickly as she could. More regular plants were in sight, as she walked down the trail, she noticed the trees were becoming thinner. There was more light now for Hermione to manoeuvre easily in the woods.
Hermione kept walking, wrapping her cloak tightly around herself to keep herself warm, and thought sadly of Ginny. If her cloak right now couldn't keep herself very warm, then Ginny must be feeling like she was trapped underneath the snow that covered the ice over a frozen lake.
Hermione now entered a clearing the size of the Gryffindor girl's dormitories, and looked cautiously around, only seeing an unnaturally-coloured green grass, and a few animals that were like squirrels running up the large, and thin trees, and their weak looking branches, towering over her. Hermione grew uncomfortable under the squirrels large and brown eyes, looking somehow pleadingly at her like they were silently warning her of something. They were in a defensive position, looking alert, and having a sort of morbid fascination with the girl.
Hermione furrowed her eyebrows in deep thought, and licked her lips, then biting them, while thinking what was wrong with the squirrels.
Then there was a sort of whoosh sound, like a cloak being pulled tightly through the air, causing odd sounds, and Hermione stumbled, but caught her balance, and looked around the clearing frantically for the odd thing that had made the noise, then looked behind herself, and saw nothing.
Hermione felt her heart pounding frantically, and felt so alert, and scared. She felt like she was going to die from her paranoia, and trembling. Whenever Harry was in trouble, and Ron, and herself, were there with him to help him, she had had Ron, and Harry to help her in case something happened, (which usually happened), and she helped them as best as she could in return, like a true friend. But now she was all alone, in some woods near Hogsmeade, and didn't have her wand for protection. She knew now the true meaning of being defenceless.
Hermione suddenly felt herself being grabbed, then in another's tight embrace like she was being held hostage, and in return, she screamed like a banshee, hearing her loud screams echo through out the dark woods, and into the cold night air. Hermione felt her hope travel with the screams of someone hearing, and prayed silently they were heard before it was too late.
"Who are you?" Draco said angrily, feeling another sharp pain in his abdomen.
This night keeps getting better, and better, Draco thought sarcastically, let's bring out the cake in celebration while we're at it, and then we can get Fancy, and some of her friends over. And then, while we're still at it, lets just get some American girls over here-,
"It's me of course, you idiot."
"Wha-," Draco started to say, feeling more confused than he had ever felt in his life-,
No, wait, Draco thought, there was that one time, the first time, Fancy spent the night with me, and I didn't understand her French accent, and then she started to screech at me because I didn't do the passion propeller position, and I wanted to do the electric slide one instead. Now that I think of it, I should leave a little helpful book if I ever have a son, filled with oh, Slytherin etiquette…
Ginny was laughing along with the hooded figure, and then Draco realized he had said all that out loud. "Oh Merlin."
"No, it wasn't… oh Merlin… that one time, not from what I was hearing, and believe me, everyone was hearing you in Hogs Head, the only person that didn't hear you was this one deaf cook. Apparently, someone forgot to do a few charms for everyone's sanity that didn't need or want an erotic like song that was going up in that large room."
"Blaise?" Draco yelled. "I thought you were leaving the Weasley thing and me together in this horrid room while you and the other Slytherin 'spectators' could have some amusement over who'd go homicidal or murderous first, and other things."
"Now you recognize me, and no, I don't think all us Slytherins are in the mood for another of your episodes with a girl that usually ends up like it did with Fancy," Blaise replied sarcastically.
"The hood was such a giveaway!" Draco replied with even more sarcasm. "It was oh-so Blaise Zabini style! It's your signature! It's your life! You're never without looking like the Dark Lord's followers, or a Dementor, or as I call it, the creepy-guy-that-sleeps-next-to-your-bed-in-the-Slytherin-boys-dormitories-boy-look! How trend setting of you, and what is wrong with how I do my 'business' with other girls?"
"You mean se-,"
"Hey, mate," Draco said in a hiss, "You don't say that word in front of a wittle Gryffindor. Especially, the Virgin Mary-like girls like this one. Course she'll have the population of China like her mother one day in her ugly shack-like house, and then there'll be the Asian population all together in the Weasley family."
Blaise, and Draco laughed at Ginny's expense, causing Ginny to burst into a rage of red haired anger.
"I heard that!" Ginny yelled, standing up to her full height to face Blaise, and then looked over at the smirking face of Draco's, and glared.
"Yes, we heard you, too," Draco said calmly, and then his face turned purple because he had to go back to the bucket.
"And we can all hear you, Mr. Draco Malfoy," Ginny replied viciously in turn, hearing the large spats, and clunks of the flobberworms in the old iron bucket.
Blaise laughed quietly to himself, and saw Draco turn around to face him. "What's the spell for?"
Blaise smirked, and lowered his hood so his face could be seen in the pale moonlight. "Remember the bet that involved you, or me, not 'handling' any girl, and you wouldn't handle even Fancy?"
"But Draco said that was just you up in the hallway or whatever it was," Ginny said, then bit her tongue from remembering she called Draco by his first name, and felt nervous, and strange. She felt her stomach tied in knots, feeling like she would be punished, because if she were at the Burrow, she would surely be taken to St. Mungo's, again after the Riddle Event, and everyone would be told that she was losing her marbles.
Draco looked at the girl right after she said his name, filled with equal shock from having his name be said by the girl, an all Gryffindor girl, that detested him, and his family. "What did you say, Weasley?"
"Regrettably, your first name, Malfoy."
"Moving on," Blaise said impatiently.
Draco snapped out of the thought over the Weasley saying his name. "Take it off, will you? I'll give you the stupid payment of going on the ground in front of everyone tomorrow morning, and kissing the ground right after you've walked over it. Now get the spell off me, now!"
"Oh, but I decided to change the rules a bit, too. You must also full frontal snog the Weasley girl in front of everyone tomorrow. Make it very American Hollywood-like by the way, or we'll just curse you when you're sleeping. Then once the other Weasley's run after your ferret and rodent arse you can be shouting-," Blaise was about finish but Ginny cut him off.
"I will NOT snog or touch that slimy haired rodent arse!" Ginny said angrily. "See a counsellor, for all our sakes!"
Blaise raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I don't know. You might enjoy it. Fancy does, but I think he pays her when she acts 'good' like that."
"I do not have to pay anyone, and I'll have you know I've laid more girls in a week than you have in a month for September! And how about I talk of the time when you were with that American girl Melanie?" Draco said maliciously at the black haired teenager.
"Don't you even-,"
"Oh yes, when she was at the top of her climax-,"
"If you even-," Blaise threatened coming closer to Draco's form on the floor near the bucket.
"She was screaming another's name instead of yours!"
Blaise jumped at Draco, causing Draco to feel the need to finish, and have the last word. "I SWEAR ON MY LIFE THAT ANYONE ON MOUNT EVEREST COULD HEAR HER CRYING OUT CHRISTOPHER TO SUNNY SIDE SPAIN! IT WAS FULL THROTTLE SHRIEKING, AND CHRISTOPHER-,"
If you were to ask Ginny what had happened at that moment, all she would tell you would be: you do not anger a Slytherin with their sex life, because you will be sent to a personal encounter of your could-be damnation in hell. Which happened to Draco at that moment.
Blaise had flown at Draco, and had landed on him, very painfully. Draco yelled at him, and pushed him off, and then was in control because he was on top of Blaise, throwing punches in his face that would leave large apple sized bruises, but what Draco didn't remember was that Blaise had a wand.
Ginny heard a loud bang, and shielded her face, while she stepped away, and inched closer to the wall, and then next thing she knew, Draco wasn't a teenage boy any more. Which frightened Ginny to death.
"What did you do to Malfoy?" Ginny asked, and looked uncertain at the now female Draco Malfoy. Ginny locked her jaw, forcing herself, and mentally pushing herself to not laugh at Malfoy in front of Blaise. She had to convince Blaise that what he did, casting that curse on Draco, was wrong.
At least not curse him to be a girl! I do wonder though, maybe Blaise should curse him so that Draco's on a period.
Ginny mentally grinned at the thought, and looked at the used-to-be male Draco Malfoy that lied on the floor. Her eyes travelled over the silver locks that tumbled over the female Draco's shoulders, the baggy Hogwart's cloak that covered Draco's female body, the pale and pointed face with accentuated features and details of Draco's face, to the now not-so-tall and big form had been reduced to a height of somewhere around 5 foot 5, and curves, which immediately got Ginny laughing to her disappointment.
"Malfoy has curves!" Ginny snorted, and bent over, clutching her stomach that was hurting from all the laughing that was coming unbelievably fast from her.
Blaise snorted, too, and smirked when he saw 'Sleeping Beauty,' awaken. "Nice curves, Draco. Real nice curves," Blaise said, and made hand gestures in the air, making an hourglass figure with wide hips and a full chest, in a crude male way.
"What?" Draco snapped, and then stopped, looking white faced at Blaise, and then turned to look at Ginny, with a look of expectation of her to spill what had happened, what was going on, and why, and then it seemed to occur to Malfoy… he wasn't exactly himself. Draco sat up, his hands at his chest after noticing he had weight there. Weight that only belonged to a girl. Draco screamed after he touched his now full chest, and picked himself up from the floor hurriedly, and lunged at Blaise.
"Hey! I don't hit girls, Malfoy!" Blaise yelled, and sneered, now having to look down at Malfoy, who was shorter than Blaise, now being a girl. "I like this position, too," Blaise continued, earning Draco to look viciously at him, "I can look down at you now."
Ginny closed her eyes, and turned her back on the sight. She all ready knew that there would be more fighting coming very, very, very soon, and sighed impatiently. "Men."
"Shut up!" Hermione heard a hiss come from her captor, and felt the person's hand on her mouth.
It's a man, Hermione thought, only a man has that wide of a hand.
"I'm hungry, and I don't feel up to putting up with your hysterics," the dangerous, and threatening voice answered to Hermione's continued struggling.
"Lmmm gfff uuff meee," Hermione managed to get out.
"I'm sorry, my dear, but I'm too hungry. I haven't fed on a human in such a long time. I've been having to live off small animals, sometimes big ones, when I feel strong enough to catch one."
"Whmmt arre youf?" Hermione demanded, and still struggled from the thing that had caught her, and now held her even tighter.
"Not something you want to encounter in the forest at night, like you've just done," the voice replied.
Hermione shrieked, feeling sick of having Merlin knows what holding her, and the high possibility that it would get her, she was defenceless after all; she didn't have a wand to protect herself, she didn't know how to use her fists in fights, and she didn't have a gun or any other weapon like that to shoot the bloody damned piece of crap.
The thing sighed impatiently. "I'll let go if you promise you do not scream. I won't even worry about you hitting me, there's no possible way you could get away with it."
Hermione felt the hand drop from her mouth, and she whirled around to face what she was up against, and felt like laughing at the young man that looked to be of seventeen or eighteen. "You're just a teenager. Why are you out here anyways? You don't live here, do you?"
The stranger smirked, and then did the most frightening thing Hermione had ever seen in her boring, and normal life. The stranger smiled, but it was not just any smile; no, the seemingly harmless-looking teenage young man had fangs, and pearly white teeth that seemed a little pointy by themselves.
Oh Merlin.
A/N: What will happen now that Draco's a woman? How's he going to handle having curves, and breasts, (I think he should have a B or C cup size, for further torment, hehehe, but I don't want to make it crude sounding, so I'm trying to figure out a way…), and all. Will Blaise have him be on a period for further torture? ::evil grin:: Will Ginny ever get out from the Shrieking Shack, and coming out with most of her innocence, and sanity intact? Will Hermione be able to escape from the 'harmless looking teenage young man?' ::evil grin again::
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A/N: I just wanted to do a small questionnaire, lol. I thought it might be a good idea to do. So here it goes!
1) How bad am I at writing (lol, and answer honestly!):
A) Good enough to get your own book published (LMAO, oh wait, someone might think that…ok I'll try to be serious)
B) The story could be considered, "an old favorite."
C) Good enough to be archived (::hint:: ::hint:: to anyone paying attention) or get on 'Favorite Stories' or 'Favorite Authors.'
D) You need to go back to elementary school where they teach eight year olds the rules of spellings, grammar, and punctuation.
2) How good is this story if you rated 1-10, 1 being the worst, and 10 being the best:
A)1
B)2
C)3
D)4
E)5
F)6
G)7
H)8
I)9
J)10
3) Any comments on what I need to work on with my writing:
Note: There aren't any multiple choices here, lol. You have to be creative yourself.
Ok, now pretty please leave a review!