Name: Courtney Kathrys
Title: Draco Malfoy
E-mail: Faeriedeath@hotmail.com
Summery: Fifth in the "Be But Sworn My Love" series. Ginny gleefully depicts her calculated arrangement with Draco Malfoy in order to shock all who know her.
Notes: This series is the prelude to the "We Were Only Two" series.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters are by JK Rowling. I only own the plot.
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Sixteen is too young of an age to feel so tired, and so old. To feel so determined on ever finding someone I could let loose and just love. So I stopped looking for love.
Immediately following the high profile break up of Dean and I was the Winter Holiday. Somehow, I'm not quite sure how, my mum let me stay at Hogwarts for the Holiday by myself. Maybe she felt bad for me, having my "heart broken." More than likely she was just annoyed with me for "loosing Dean."
That break I had time to fester on how no one believed the nature of the relationship, and always assumed that I was the heartbreaker, and not the broken. More times than not it is I who have been broken – Michael the notable exception. That is when I had my brilliant idea of revenge. I would date someone my family would completely disapprove of. Someone more like Tom who would hurt me and I could handle it because I expected it. Someone more like me.
And I discovered my victim as the only Slytherin who had to stay at the castle over the holiday. The boy who hated my family nearly as much as they hated his. The boy my brother made a fancy little notebook detailing all the horrible and cruel ways to kill for, a notebook which Harry has greatly enjoyed and even Hermione has decorated with little doodles of decapitated ferrets. The dragon himself. Draco Malfoy.
Getting him to not only notice and appreciate me wasn't really as hard as you would think. I simply wore my most revealing robes, snuck up behind him in the halls and pushed him against the wall. In a low tone I said: "You hate my family and they hate you just as much. I want to get back at them, and you just love to torture them. I can help you, and you can help me, and I'm sure we can think of multiple ways to help each other even more so as well."
Before he could answer, I pressed my lips against his. Not a hard bruising kiss, but a light, feathery, teasing brush of lips and tip of tongue. I left him with a smirk and a sultry wave, a whisper of bidding to meeting me in the library with his answer after dinner.
I knew he would be there waiting when I showed up. We smirked at each other and worked out details and nuances to convince our friends that this arrangement was more than a set up. He would tell the Slytherin's he was using me, and I would tell the Gryffindors that after Dean, Draco was a nice breath of normalcy. Sure to get them wound up. That night I learned the stacks in the library were more comfortable than the stone of a tower.
The Holidays ended and our scheme had come to its test. That night at dinner, Draco in all of his smirky arrogance swaggered over to the Gryffindor table, holding his hand out to me. I paused for dramatic effect, noticing how all the room paused and even the professors were paying attention to us. Ron and Harry and Hermione were struck dumb by Draco's sudden appearance; however they quickly regained their voices as I took his hand and he helped me up, letting the hand slide low and possessive about my waist.
"Malfoy..."
"Get your bloody hands off of my bloody sister you bloody ferret!"
"Now, Ginny, really? Draco Malfoy? What are you thinking?"
I'll leave you to guess which comments belonged to which Dream Team member. I simply turned and smiled at them, enjoying the way Dean let his fork fall from between his fingers. Draco and I swept out of the Great Hall in all the horrible majesty we could manage, waiting to break down in laughter until we were safe within the confines of Draco's room. Being Head Boy came with some lovely perks. I didn't return to the dorms that night, or the next.
It continued on that way until the end of the year snuck upon us. I would let Mum's daily Howler scream during breakfast, and I'd become adept to ignoring the warnings of everyone in Gryffindor tower. IT was easy now, and easy meant routine and routine meant boring. Yes Draco was selfish, and arrogant, and mean. But he wasn't Tom. He wasn't the type of danger I wanted and sought for. I wasn't the type of information his father sought. That last week of his Hogwarts education we had one last romp in the library, before acknowledging our departure, with exclamations on how we would miss the fun we had had.
Needless to say, no one was very heartbroken after the announcement of Draco and me. In fact, for all parties involved it was a welcome change in events. For the first time ever in my life, I was satisfied with not having any male companionship. For the first time, I was content with being just Ginny.
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Title: Draco Malfoy
E-mail: Faeriedeath@hotmail.com
Summery: Fifth in the "Be But Sworn My Love" series. Ginny gleefully depicts her calculated arrangement with Draco Malfoy in order to shock all who know her.
Notes: This series is the prelude to the "We Were Only Two" series.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters are by JK Rowling. I only own the plot.
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Sixteen is too young of an age to feel so tired, and so old. To feel so determined on ever finding someone I could let loose and just love. So I stopped looking for love.
Immediately following the high profile break up of Dean and I was the Winter Holiday. Somehow, I'm not quite sure how, my mum let me stay at Hogwarts for the Holiday by myself. Maybe she felt bad for me, having my "heart broken." More than likely she was just annoyed with me for "loosing Dean."
That break I had time to fester on how no one believed the nature of the relationship, and always assumed that I was the heartbreaker, and not the broken. More times than not it is I who have been broken – Michael the notable exception. That is when I had my brilliant idea of revenge. I would date someone my family would completely disapprove of. Someone more like Tom who would hurt me and I could handle it because I expected it. Someone more like me.
And I discovered my victim as the only Slytherin who had to stay at the castle over the holiday. The boy who hated my family nearly as much as they hated his. The boy my brother made a fancy little notebook detailing all the horrible and cruel ways to kill for, a notebook which Harry has greatly enjoyed and even Hermione has decorated with little doodles of decapitated ferrets. The dragon himself. Draco Malfoy.
Getting him to not only notice and appreciate me wasn't really as hard as you would think. I simply wore my most revealing robes, snuck up behind him in the halls and pushed him against the wall. In a low tone I said: "You hate my family and they hate you just as much. I want to get back at them, and you just love to torture them. I can help you, and you can help me, and I'm sure we can think of multiple ways to help each other even more so as well."
Before he could answer, I pressed my lips against his. Not a hard bruising kiss, but a light, feathery, teasing brush of lips and tip of tongue. I left him with a smirk and a sultry wave, a whisper of bidding to meeting me in the library with his answer after dinner.
I knew he would be there waiting when I showed up. We smirked at each other and worked out details and nuances to convince our friends that this arrangement was more than a set up. He would tell the Slytherin's he was using me, and I would tell the Gryffindors that after Dean, Draco was a nice breath of normalcy. Sure to get them wound up. That night I learned the stacks in the library were more comfortable than the stone of a tower.
The Holidays ended and our scheme had come to its test. That night at dinner, Draco in all of his smirky arrogance swaggered over to the Gryffindor table, holding his hand out to me. I paused for dramatic effect, noticing how all the room paused and even the professors were paying attention to us. Ron and Harry and Hermione were struck dumb by Draco's sudden appearance; however they quickly regained their voices as I took his hand and he helped me up, letting the hand slide low and possessive about my waist.
"Malfoy..."
"Get your bloody hands off of my bloody sister you bloody ferret!"
"Now, Ginny, really? Draco Malfoy? What are you thinking?"
I'll leave you to guess which comments belonged to which Dream Team member. I simply turned and smiled at them, enjoying the way Dean let his fork fall from between his fingers. Draco and I swept out of the Great Hall in all the horrible majesty we could manage, waiting to break down in laughter until we were safe within the confines of Draco's room. Being Head Boy came with some lovely perks. I didn't return to the dorms that night, or the next.
It continued on that way until the end of the year snuck upon us. I would let Mum's daily Howler scream during breakfast, and I'd become adept to ignoring the warnings of everyone in Gryffindor tower. IT was easy now, and easy meant routine and routine meant boring. Yes Draco was selfish, and arrogant, and mean. But he wasn't Tom. He wasn't the type of danger I wanted and sought for. I wasn't the type of information his father sought. That last week of his Hogwarts education we had one last romp in the library, before acknowledging our departure, with exclamations on how we would miss the fun we had had.
Needless to say, no one was very heartbroken after the announcement of Draco and me. In fact, for all parties involved it was a welcome change in events. For the first time ever in my life, I was satisfied with not having any male companionship. For the first time, I was content with being just Ginny.
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