Disclaimer: Harry Potter is from the creative genius that is J.K. Rowling.
I am not her. This is merely a fanfiction to tide us over until Book 6.
A/N: Enjoy and thanks for reading.
========================================================================= Ginny was sitting at a table in the library hunched over a ton of books involving legends, knights and goblins. She had a six foot paper to hand in at the beginning of next week for Snape about uses of a bezil, a three foot scroll due to herbology on gingerroot and this horrible paper for History of Magic. She was wondering if the professors weren't trying to kill the students with homework, so they wouldn't be able to take their OWLS at the end of the year.
Sighing Ginny glanced down at the parchment in front of her. All she had was a lead paragraph that didn't end and she had no idea where to begin on the subject. I mean all she needed was the reason that King Arthur's glorious Camelot failed miserably in four feet of parchment at least. She hadn't fallen asleep that long in his class, when did they even touch upon this subject? Surely she would remember it, afterall Arthurian legend was her favorite bedtime story growing up.
"Guinevere," came a voice from behind her.
"What?" she said confused as she turned to look at the speaker.
Draco Malfoy stood before her. In one gracious movement he took a chair and sat down next to her.
"Guinevere is the answer to," he tilted his head to read Ginny's handwriting on the parchment. " 'Why Camelot died.'"
Ginny sighed and put her quill down. "This is a paper for Professor Binn's class, and I can assure you unless Guinevere was really a goblin or helped partake in any goblin rebellion she is not the answer."
Picking up her quill, she began to write a little more on the parchment. Draco didn't move. After a few moments, she could still fell Draco's glaze upon her. Irritated, she stopped writing.
"What?" she snapped.
A smug smirk crossed Draco's features as he leaned forward. "It might not be the answer that old blow hard wants, but Guinevere is the answer to why Camelot died."
"If I humor you and let you explain will you let me finish this paper in peace? I happen to have a lot of work to do.'
Draco nodded, took the quill out of Ginny's hand and began to speak.
"Arthur had it all. He was royalty and had magic - his mother being a witch. Yet, he decided to marry a half-blood - one by all accounts had a fiery passion for things to match her fiery hair," he said as he picked up a lock of Ginny's hair and twirled it. Ginny smacked his hand away.
He just smirked again and continued, "Any way they were happy for a time. Then Arthur had to go away for some 'noble' reason or another and left the most precious thing in this kingdom - his beautiful wife - in the hands of a knight of questionable motives and background."
"Lancelot," Ginny stated.
Draco nodded. "Well some say that Arthur was gone so long on that 'noble' quest that Guinevere and Lancelot just fell together or that Lancelot seduced Guinevere. But truth be told, I think Guinevere finally realized Arthur had ignored her for to long and here was someone that understood her. Lancelot understood that she had a noble heart, but in her mind something dare I say Slytherin lurked. "And when Arthur finally returned from his silly and useless adventure, he found his wife in love with this questionable knight. No matter how much she may have loved Arthur at first, there was no mistaking her soul belonged to Lancelot. Instead of choosing the noble Arthur at the end, she chose Lancelot. Arthur was devastated and for her betrayal ordered her to be burned at the stake. Lancelot rescued her of course. "Heartbroken and angry Arthur made bad choices and eventually died along with his heir. The funny thing about the whole thing is that it never would have happened, Camelot would have never died, if Guinevere never married Arthur but saw what Lancelot could offer her. "So what Guinevere should have done was ask herself if she wanted to live the life of an often ignored wife of a noble hero," Draco said motioning with his head at a table behind him.
Ginny turned to see Harry concentrating hard on a book in front of him.
"or," Draco said grabbing Ginny's hand, "pick the one with a darker past who would never forget or be less than mesmerized with the fire that was her."
Ginny took her hand away from Draco. His words stirring unwanted thoughts in her head. She took a quick glance at Harry, who was still engrossed in his book. Silently, she turned and gathered her books from the table.
"I have to go," she said quickly, but as she went to leave Draco grabbed her wrist.
"What would you choose Ginny?" he said his voice low.
"Let me go," she said softly.
"It's not a hard choice," Draco snapped, his voice raising with each word. "To be ignored or treasured, nobility or sensibility, raven-haired Arthur or fair Lancelot?"
"You said you'd let me be if you told me," Ginny hissed. "Let go of me or I swear -"
"Ginny?" interrupted a voice from behind them. Draco let go of her hand. Quickly turning, an upset Ginny rushed by a perplexed Harry and exited the library.
"What did you say to her, Malfoy?" Harry spat angrily.
"Nothing Potty," snapped Draco. "I was merely stating the obvious."
"About what?"
"Hurt and comfort," he said as he got up to leave. Roughly, Harry grabbed ahold of his upper arm.
"You better not hurt her," Harry hissed.
"What do you care Potter? You don't even notice she's around unless you need a conniving witch or you see her with someone you don't like. Tell me how long was she in the library before you even noticed our little conversation? An hour, two hours, 10 minutes? I assure you I am not the one hurting her. Ignoring her is far worse than anything I've done."
"What is that suppose to mean?" Harry growled tightening his grip on Draco's arm.
"It means," Draco said yanking his arm away from Harry, "you have no right to her. It means Guinevere should pick Lancelot," he said sternly before leaving.
A/N: Enjoy and thanks for reading.
========================================================================= Ginny was sitting at a table in the library hunched over a ton of books involving legends, knights and goblins. She had a six foot paper to hand in at the beginning of next week for Snape about uses of a bezil, a three foot scroll due to herbology on gingerroot and this horrible paper for History of Magic. She was wondering if the professors weren't trying to kill the students with homework, so they wouldn't be able to take their OWLS at the end of the year.
Sighing Ginny glanced down at the parchment in front of her. All she had was a lead paragraph that didn't end and she had no idea where to begin on the subject. I mean all she needed was the reason that King Arthur's glorious Camelot failed miserably in four feet of parchment at least. She hadn't fallen asleep that long in his class, when did they even touch upon this subject? Surely she would remember it, afterall Arthurian legend was her favorite bedtime story growing up.
"Guinevere," came a voice from behind her.
"What?" she said confused as she turned to look at the speaker.
Draco Malfoy stood before her. In one gracious movement he took a chair and sat down next to her.
"Guinevere is the answer to," he tilted his head to read Ginny's handwriting on the parchment. " 'Why Camelot died.'"
Ginny sighed and put her quill down. "This is a paper for Professor Binn's class, and I can assure you unless Guinevere was really a goblin or helped partake in any goblin rebellion she is not the answer."
Picking up her quill, she began to write a little more on the parchment. Draco didn't move. After a few moments, she could still fell Draco's glaze upon her. Irritated, she stopped writing.
"What?" she snapped.
A smug smirk crossed Draco's features as he leaned forward. "It might not be the answer that old blow hard wants, but Guinevere is the answer to why Camelot died."
"If I humor you and let you explain will you let me finish this paper in peace? I happen to have a lot of work to do.'
Draco nodded, took the quill out of Ginny's hand and began to speak.
"Arthur had it all. He was royalty and had magic - his mother being a witch. Yet, he decided to marry a half-blood - one by all accounts had a fiery passion for things to match her fiery hair," he said as he picked up a lock of Ginny's hair and twirled it. Ginny smacked his hand away.
He just smirked again and continued, "Any way they were happy for a time. Then Arthur had to go away for some 'noble' reason or another and left the most precious thing in this kingdom - his beautiful wife - in the hands of a knight of questionable motives and background."
"Lancelot," Ginny stated.
Draco nodded. "Well some say that Arthur was gone so long on that 'noble' quest that Guinevere and Lancelot just fell together or that Lancelot seduced Guinevere. But truth be told, I think Guinevere finally realized Arthur had ignored her for to long and here was someone that understood her. Lancelot understood that she had a noble heart, but in her mind something dare I say Slytherin lurked. "And when Arthur finally returned from his silly and useless adventure, he found his wife in love with this questionable knight. No matter how much she may have loved Arthur at first, there was no mistaking her soul belonged to Lancelot. Instead of choosing the noble Arthur at the end, she chose Lancelot. Arthur was devastated and for her betrayal ordered her to be burned at the stake. Lancelot rescued her of course. "Heartbroken and angry Arthur made bad choices and eventually died along with his heir. The funny thing about the whole thing is that it never would have happened, Camelot would have never died, if Guinevere never married Arthur but saw what Lancelot could offer her. "So what Guinevere should have done was ask herself if she wanted to live the life of an often ignored wife of a noble hero," Draco said motioning with his head at a table behind him.
Ginny turned to see Harry concentrating hard on a book in front of him.
"or," Draco said grabbing Ginny's hand, "pick the one with a darker past who would never forget or be less than mesmerized with the fire that was her."
Ginny took her hand away from Draco. His words stirring unwanted thoughts in her head. She took a quick glance at Harry, who was still engrossed in his book. Silently, she turned and gathered her books from the table.
"I have to go," she said quickly, but as she went to leave Draco grabbed her wrist.
"What would you choose Ginny?" he said his voice low.
"Let me go," she said softly.
"It's not a hard choice," Draco snapped, his voice raising with each word. "To be ignored or treasured, nobility or sensibility, raven-haired Arthur or fair Lancelot?"
"You said you'd let me be if you told me," Ginny hissed. "Let go of me or I swear -"
"Ginny?" interrupted a voice from behind them. Draco let go of her hand. Quickly turning, an upset Ginny rushed by a perplexed Harry and exited the library.
"What did you say to her, Malfoy?" Harry spat angrily.
"Nothing Potty," snapped Draco. "I was merely stating the obvious."
"About what?"
"Hurt and comfort," he said as he got up to leave. Roughly, Harry grabbed ahold of his upper arm.
"You better not hurt her," Harry hissed.
"What do you care Potter? You don't even notice she's around unless you need a conniving witch or you see her with someone you don't like. Tell me how long was she in the library before you even noticed our little conversation? An hour, two hours, 10 minutes? I assure you I am not the one hurting her. Ignoring her is far worse than anything I've done."
"What is that suppose to mean?" Harry growled tightening his grip on Draco's arm.
"It means," Draco said yanking his arm away from Harry, "you have no right to her. It means Guinevere should pick Lancelot," he said sternly before leaving.
