The Blood of A Virgin
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Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, just the plot. Beta-read by Catia Royce
Summary: Draco has a hidden childhood obsession. It has taken control of his mind; and has lead him to emphasize a Gryffindor as a victim. But what happens when the victim tries to change him?
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It started out as a simple dream; it always did. Ginny was kissing him, and he was shirtless, pressing against her. There was nobody around except him and Ginny. No Ron to get in the way, no Malfoy to come and barge in and claim her for himself. He explored the hot velvet of Ginny's mouth, tangled her tongue into his. It was delicious, the way he felt holding her, everything rushing out of his mind except the way Ginny's hair felt like silk through his hands. He gently grasped her waist with his arms, prodding her further against him; she sighed into his mouth. The sound persuaded him to emphasize on the side of her lips.
This was just he and Ginny. Tangled in each other's arms, embracing each other, not daring to let go. Her lips planted firmly on his, her hands going up and down his sides. She pulled away, her forehead against his. "Do you love me?" she whispered.
He was shocked by what came out of his mouth. "Yes."
She kissed him once more, her hands going through his hair, making the raven locks even more tangled than ever.
Then, the dream began to dissolve. Harry protested a bit, but he was now in a dark haven. The setting around him seemed to be illuminated, only shadows could be seen on the walls. He had no idea where he was. All he knew that he was once again in somebody else's body. A cowering, beautiful girl was bowing down to him, her hair most unusual. It was waterfalls of silver curls that wavered down her face and onto the floor. Her gray eyes looked up at him. He found a devilish smile crawling onto his face.
"Have you done my bidding?" he asked, not knowing what he was saying.
"Oh, Master, I am so sorry," the mistress cried. "The boy - I couldn't find him anywhere..."
"He's in the castle, Minersa. He's in the castle!" Harry was yelling at her. He tilted his head, and heard familiar hissing. He grinned in approval, nodding.
"Ah, Nagini. How nice of you to come..and you, Minersa..." he prompted, looking at her helpless figure.
He pointed his finger at her, and a red light emitted from it, striking the mistress in the chest, and she fell, a crestfallen expression on her face still as she jerked back in forth, screaming in surrendering pain...
Harry awoke in sweat, with not only his scar burning, but his Dark Mark as well.
***
Draco was kissing her more fiercely than she could ever hope he would. She fell over into a hard surface, and he fell on top of her, tugging at her red tendrils. Then, the horrible light came over her. It was a white light, but she screamed as she saw a bodiless face before her, transparent. Draco had vanished - and she was opposing the face alone. It was a face of a beautiful woman - with dark curls of hair down her sides, her eyelashes long and wiry above her violet eyes.
"I'll see you soon," she had whispered.
I'll see you soon.
All she could remember next is trying to dip into the woman's thoughts before she woke up, drenched in sweat. She looked down, and it was shocked to find a small necklace around her neck, a glimmering green gem placed in the middle of it. It's ancient scratches and structure was visible; it was old and worn. She could feel power radiating from it. She tried to tug it off her neck, but her heart pounded against her chest as she did, and the necklace dropped from her grip and into her blouse, soon forgotten.
***
"Katherine..." he said, a gasp restrained in his throat as she smiled at him.
"Does it feel good to see me again, Draco?" she questioned, her dark hair shaking behind her as she did.
He didn't answer. He looked at her, embellishing on the curves around her bodice of the dress.
She tugged at it. "Is this nice?"
"Yes," he croaked, a lump in his throat unintentionally rising.
"Is this nice?" she repeated, coming closer to him, wrapping her loose arms around his neck, and planting her lips on his.
"Yes," he whispered through his occupied lips. "It is."
She pulled away, and Draco recieved a pain in his arm as he saw that it was not Katherine anymore. She was frail and thin, but extremely pretty, her face white and pale like his, her gray eyes sparkling, curls long and wavy flowing over her face and onto her shoulders, past her waist. Her lips were bloodred, her nose small and artistically designed, her body sporting a thin, silver dress that stuck to her like second skin. He found himself shuddering as his heart skipped at the same time. For someone so beautiful, she was so pale, so dead looking that it scared him.
"Hello," she said, her voice mauve and soft.
"H-h-hi," he stammered, amazed by her beauty.
"My name's Minersa..." she introduced, bowing, her dress flowing like a great wind had rushed through them as she did.
"What do you want?" he said, trembling.
She laughed bitterly. "I have come to do my Master's bidding."
"Bidding?" he looked back at her, blankly.
"Yes." Minersa prodded him backwards, and took out something from the pocket of her flowing dress. A small bag, tied together with strings. She opened it carefully, and took something that shimmered in the darkness. Silver dust that she sprinkled onto him, making him cough uncontrollably. He backed away, his nose twitching. The smell that reached his nostrils was copper; almost like light blood.
"What'd you do that for?" he asked, oddly annoyed.
"Do you know what that was, Young Senser?" she said, bowing to him. He gave her a strange look as she did.
"No..." He scrunched up his forehead in confusion.
"It was Veela dust. It will control any species of human. Veela cannot feel it. Nor can animals or other creatures. Only humans. Wizards and Witches are most affected by it."
"Why did you throw it at me?" Draco asked, raising his eyebrows in puzzlement.
She smiled. "You will bed the young girl at the Sixteenth of the Third Month."
He was dazed as she said this, bowed to him once more, and with a wave of her silver dress, a great rush of air swept through both of them. He found his eyes clouding and stinging. He closed them tightly, clenching his fists; feeling his blood pound against his own eardrums...
Draco lurched out of his bed, gasping at the pain that was lancing his chest and his arm. He felt as if every bone was on flames, and that his skin was being slashed. And all he could hear were the Veela's last words, still ringing in his ears.
***
"Malfoy, you're doing it wrong," Ginny said, sighing, exasperated with him. She felt as if he wasn't concentrating, but whenever she tried to go into his thoughts, the necklace underneath her blouse and school robes struck against her skin, and her mind was dizzy whenever she tried.
"What am I doing wrong?"
"You tap three times, then you say 'Crido'. Make sure you..." her mouth parted a bit, and she fell silent over the chatter of noises coming from students.
"What? Weasley...are you all right?" he asked, awkwardly. "What're you..."
Her eyes glazed over, and she sat perfectly still. Before he could call the professor, she started speaking in a harsh, tight tone of voice.
"...HE WILL DIE. HE WILL DIE. HE WILL DIE. THE OTHER WILL SURVIVE. CASSANDRA IS TO BE REBORN ONCE MORE INTO ANOTHER. THE THREE STRENGTHS ARE TO FIGHT. HE WILL DIE. HE WILL DIE. HE WILL DIE..." she trailed off, her mouth moving wordlessly, her tongue still rolling, her eyes still glazed over.
"Weasley!" he shook her. To his relief, she responded by blinking, and shook herself.
"What happened?" Ginny whispered, trying to ignore the great head rush in her mind.
Draco looked at her expectantly, and then shook himself. Best not to worry Ginny with her odd behavior, especially seeing as she seemed to have just had a vision. Perhaps he should investigate channeling of spirits, though. She'd never said anything about being a Seer, after all.
"Nothing. Nothing at all."
***
Ginny was nearing the Great Hall when Draco caught her, motioning her over to an empty classroom. When he opened the door, she entered reluctantly.
"What is it?"
"You...you had a prediction." It might have been a woman's prerogative to change their mind, but Draco was anything but a woman.
"A what?"
"A prediction. A Seer prediction. Are you a..."
"Yes."
"What?" he gaped.
"What did I say, Draco?" she demanded. "What?"
"You said...something about Cassandra being born, and then you kept saying 'he will die, the other will survive'...that's all I can remember..."
"Oh...no."
"What is it?"
"That's it. I don't know..." she took a deep breath, burying her face in her hands.
He pulled her over to him, so that her forehead was against his neck, the buzzing in his ears growing louder. He could feel her essence, the purity within her, and he wanted it. She looked up, peeking through her fingers, then letting them go, and reached up to kiss him. This time it was more different than ever. It was intense, and it made her breathless as he continued - his soft lips were tenderly moving against hers - then she felt him increase his pace as he pressed harder. She opened her mouth, and he sought this as an invitation - his tongue slid over hers, and she shivered. Something was paining against her chest. She could feel blood seep out; a wound in her chest was rising - she knew it was the necklace. She could see light behind her closed eyelids.
That's when it happened. At first it seemed as if every piece of blood Ginny had ever had was rushing away from her body, into her mouth, and into his, and everything seemed to be happening immensely fast. She screamed, pushing him away. He looked startled at first, standing, staring at her with a look of pure disbelief. But as if someone had plunged a knife into his chest, he clutched his waist helplessly, and fell over, lying facedown. He whimpered, turning over, his fingernails digging into the front of his shirt.
"Mal - Draco!" she cried, falling to her knees, clutching his face with one hand. "Draco?" she hissed.
He fluttered his eyes open.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
"Err...yes." There was a buzzing in his ears, but different than before. It was a buzzing of - words?
Oh, I hope he's alright remember the kiss with Harry his hair's falling over...
"What did you say?"
"I said are you alright..." Ginny raised an eyebrow, a puzzled expression washing over her face.
"No. About the kiss with Potter."
"What?" she looked at him, aghast. "I didn't say anything...oh no..." her face fell, her chin quivering, her lips trembling with utmost worry.
"What is it, Weasley?" Draco asked, folding his arms over his chest, glancing at her curiously.
"You have one of my powers," she whispered, her hair falling over her eyelids. She had a dazed, hopeful look about her face. Her eyes were glittering, however, with exhaustion and fear.
"Which one is that?" he said carefully, and slowly, hoping she did not miss a word.
"To read minds."
***
I am sorry it took so long; I had to get it beta-read, then edit it, add new things and everything. I wish I had a picture of Minersa, then I would add the link to it; she's definately a character that an artist would want to draw. I am sure someone offered to do artwork for this fic, but since I thought I already had an artist, I forgot about it. If you do artwork and have a scanner, that's all I need! Leave a review or email and I promise to reply! I loved all of your encouraging reviews. I am sorry, for the reviewer who thought the prediction in the last chapter was pathetic. You're allowed to dislike it, of course. But J.K. Rowling did the same thing - she made Trelawney repeat some of the words. Don't tell me you're calling her pathetic for repeating it? I just thought it would be good - to have Trelawney the way she was in POA. Oh, and a little note? Please spell 'pathetic' correctly next time, it's very hard to take a reviewer seriously when she says I AM pathetic if she misspells the word *smirk* :).
Review, everyone,
-S.A.
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Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, just the plot. Beta-read by Catia Royce
Summary: Draco has a hidden childhood obsession. It has taken control of his mind; and has lead him to emphasize a Gryffindor as a victim. But what happens when the victim tries to change him?
***
It started out as a simple dream; it always did. Ginny was kissing him, and he was shirtless, pressing against her. There was nobody around except him and Ginny. No Ron to get in the way, no Malfoy to come and barge in and claim her for himself. He explored the hot velvet of Ginny's mouth, tangled her tongue into his. It was delicious, the way he felt holding her, everything rushing out of his mind except the way Ginny's hair felt like silk through his hands. He gently grasped her waist with his arms, prodding her further against him; she sighed into his mouth. The sound persuaded him to emphasize on the side of her lips.
This was just he and Ginny. Tangled in each other's arms, embracing each other, not daring to let go. Her lips planted firmly on his, her hands going up and down his sides. She pulled away, her forehead against his. "Do you love me?" she whispered.
He was shocked by what came out of his mouth. "Yes."
She kissed him once more, her hands going through his hair, making the raven locks even more tangled than ever.
Then, the dream began to dissolve. Harry protested a bit, but he was now in a dark haven. The setting around him seemed to be illuminated, only shadows could be seen on the walls. He had no idea where he was. All he knew that he was once again in somebody else's body. A cowering, beautiful girl was bowing down to him, her hair most unusual. It was waterfalls of silver curls that wavered down her face and onto the floor. Her gray eyes looked up at him. He found a devilish smile crawling onto his face.
"Have you done my bidding?" he asked, not knowing what he was saying.
"Oh, Master, I am so sorry," the mistress cried. "The boy - I couldn't find him anywhere..."
"He's in the castle, Minersa. He's in the castle!" Harry was yelling at her. He tilted his head, and heard familiar hissing. He grinned in approval, nodding.
"Ah, Nagini. How nice of you to come..and you, Minersa..." he prompted, looking at her helpless figure.
He pointed his finger at her, and a red light emitted from it, striking the mistress in the chest, and she fell, a crestfallen expression on her face still as she jerked back in forth, screaming in surrendering pain...
Harry awoke in sweat, with not only his scar burning, but his Dark Mark as well.
***
Draco was kissing her more fiercely than she could ever hope he would. She fell over into a hard surface, and he fell on top of her, tugging at her red tendrils. Then, the horrible light came over her. It was a white light, but she screamed as she saw a bodiless face before her, transparent. Draco had vanished - and she was opposing the face alone. It was a face of a beautiful woman - with dark curls of hair down her sides, her eyelashes long and wiry above her violet eyes.
"I'll see you soon," she had whispered.
I'll see you soon.
All she could remember next is trying to dip into the woman's thoughts before she woke up, drenched in sweat. She looked down, and it was shocked to find a small necklace around her neck, a glimmering green gem placed in the middle of it. It's ancient scratches and structure was visible; it was old and worn. She could feel power radiating from it. She tried to tug it off her neck, but her heart pounded against her chest as she did, and the necklace dropped from her grip and into her blouse, soon forgotten.
***
"Katherine..." he said, a gasp restrained in his throat as she smiled at him.
"Does it feel good to see me again, Draco?" she questioned, her dark hair shaking behind her as she did.
He didn't answer. He looked at her, embellishing on the curves around her bodice of the dress.
She tugged at it. "Is this nice?"
"Yes," he croaked, a lump in his throat unintentionally rising.
"Is this nice?" she repeated, coming closer to him, wrapping her loose arms around his neck, and planting her lips on his.
"Yes," he whispered through his occupied lips. "It is."
She pulled away, and Draco recieved a pain in his arm as he saw that it was not Katherine anymore. She was frail and thin, but extremely pretty, her face white and pale like his, her gray eyes sparkling, curls long and wavy flowing over her face and onto her shoulders, past her waist. Her lips were bloodred, her nose small and artistically designed, her body sporting a thin, silver dress that stuck to her like second skin. He found himself shuddering as his heart skipped at the same time. For someone so beautiful, she was so pale, so dead looking that it scared him.
"Hello," she said, her voice mauve and soft.
"H-h-hi," he stammered, amazed by her beauty.
"My name's Minersa..." she introduced, bowing, her dress flowing like a great wind had rushed through them as she did.
"What do you want?" he said, trembling.
She laughed bitterly. "I have come to do my Master's bidding."
"Bidding?" he looked back at her, blankly.
"Yes." Minersa prodded him backwards, and took out something from the pocket of her flowing dress. A small bag, tied together with strings. She opened it carefully, and took something that shimmered in the darkness. Silver dust that she sprinkled onto him, making him cough uncontrollably. He backed away, his nose twitching. The smell that reached his nostrils was copper; almost like light blood.
"What'd you do that for?" he asked, oddly annoyed.
"Do you know what that was, Young Senser?" she said, bowing to him. He gave her a strange look as she did.
"No..." He scrunched up his forehead in confusion.
"It was Veela dust. It will control any species of human. Veela cannot feel it. Nor can animals or other creatures. Only humans. Wizards and Witches are most affected by it."
"Why did you throw it at me?" Draco asked, raising his eyebrows in puzzlement.
She smiled. "You will bed the young girl at the Sixteenth of the Third Month."
He was dazed as she said this, bowed to him once more, and with a wave of her silver dress, a great rush of air swept through both of them. He found his eyes clouding and stinging. He closed them tightly, clenching his fists; feeling his blood pound against his own eardrums...
Draco lurched out of his bed, gasping at the pain that was lancing his chest and his arm. He felt as if every bone was on flames, and that his skin was being slashed. And all he could hear were the Veela's last words, still ringing in his ears.
***
"Malfoy, you're doing it wrong," Ginny said, sighing, exasperated with him. She felt as if he wasn't concentrating, but whenever she tried to go into his thoughts, the necklace underneath her blouse and school robes struck against her skin, and her mind was dizzy whenever she tried.
"What am I doing wrong?"
"You tap three times, then you say 'Crido'. Make sure you..." her mouth parted a bit, and she fell silent over the chatter of noises coming from students.
"What? Weasley...are you all right?" he asked, awkwardly. "What're you..."
Her eyes glazed over, and she sat perfectly still. Before he could call the professor, she started speaking in a harsh, tight tone of voice.
"...HE WILL DIE. HE WILL DIE. HE WILL DIE. THE OTHER WILL SURVIVE. CASSANDRA IS TO BE REBORN ONCE MORE INTO ANOTHER. THE THREE STRENGTHS ARE TO FIGHT. HE WILL DIE. HE WILL DIE. HE WILL DIE..." she trailed off, her mouth moving wordlessly, her tongue still rolling, her eyes still glazed over.
"Weasley!" he shook her. To his relief, she responded by blinking, and shook herself.
"What happened?" Ginny whispered, trying to ignore the great head rush in her mind.
Draco looked at her expectantly, and then shook himself. Best not to worry Ginny with her odd behavior, especially seeing as she seemed to have just had a vision. Perhaps he should investigate channeling of spirits, though. She'd never said anything about being a Seer, after all.
"Nothing. Nothing at all."
***
Ginny was nearing the Great Hall when Draco caught her, motioning her over to an empty classroom. When he opened the door, she entered reluctantly.
"What is it?"
"You...you had a prediction." It might have been a woman's prerogative to change their mind, but Draco was anything but a woman.
"A what?"
"A prediction. A Seer prediction. Are you a..."
"Yes."
"What?" he gaped.
"What did I say, Draco?" she demanded. "What?"
"You said...something about Cassandra being born, and then you kept saying 'he will die, the other will survive'...that's all I can remember..."
"Oh...no."
"What is it?"
"That's it. I don't know..." she took a deep breath, burying her face in her hands.
He pulled her over to him, so that her forehead was against his neck, the buzzing in his ears growing louder. He could feel her essence, the purity within her, and he wanted it. She looked up, peeking through her fingers, then letting them go, and reached up to kiss him. This time it was more different than ever. It was intense, and it made her breathless as he continued - his soft lips were tenderly moving against hers - then she felt him increase his pace as he pressed harder. She opened her mouth, and he sought this as an invitation - his tongue slid over hers, and she shivered. Something was paining against her chest. She could feel blood seep out; a wound in her chest was rising - she knew it was the necklace. She could see light behind her closed eyelids.
That's when it happened. At first it seemed as if every piece of blood Ginny had ever had was rushing away from her body, into her mouth, and into his, and everything seemed to be happening immensely fast. She screamed, pushing him away. He looked startled at first, standing, staring at her with a look of pure disbelief. But as if someone had plunged a knife into his chest, he clutched his waist helplessly, and fell over, lying facedown. He whimpered, turning over, his fingernails digging into the front of his shirt.
"Mal - Draco!" she cried, falling to her knees, clutching his face with one hand. "Draco?" she hissed.
He fluttered his eyes open.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
"Err...yes." There was a buzzing in his ears, but different than before. It was a buzzing of - words?
Oh, I hope he's alright remember the kiss with Harry his hair's falling over...
"What did you say?"
"I said are you alright..." Ginny raised an eyebrow, a puzzled expression washing over her face.
"No. About the kiss with Potter."
"What?" she looked at him, aghast. "I didn't say anything...oh no..." her face fell, her chin quivering, her lips trembling with utmost worry.
"What is it, Weasley?" Draco asked, folding his arms over his chest, glancing at her curiously.
"You have one of my powers," she whispered, her hair falling over her eyelids. She had a dazed, hopeful look about her face. Her eyes were glittering, however, with exhaustion and fear.
"Which one is that?" he said carefully, and slowly, hoping she did not miss a word.
"To read minds."
***
I am sorry it took so long; I had to get it beta-read, then edit it, add new things and everything. I wish I had a picture of Minersa, then I would add the link to it; she's definately a character that an artist would want to draw. I am sure someone offered to do artwork for this fic, but since I thought I already had an artist, I forgot about it. If you do artwork and have a scanner, that's all I need! Leave a review or email and I promise to reply! I loved all of your encouraging reviews. I am sorry, for the reviewer who thought the prediction in the last chapter was pathetic. You're allowed to dislike it, of course. But J.K. Rowling did the same thing - she made Trelawney repeat some of the words. Don't tell me you're calling her pathetic for repeating it? I just thought it would be good - to have Trelawney the way she was in POA. Oh, and a little note? Please spell 'pathetic' correctly next time, it's very hard to take a reviewer seriously when she says I AM pathetic if she misspells the word *smirk* :).
Review, everyone,
-S.A.