Story: All things come to an end.
Rating: R for sexual activities, language, and non-gruesome
death
Including: Changed/Virginia, Different/Draco, Angry/Ron,
Jealous/Hermione, and Jealous but Supportive/Harry....
Summary: She thought he was the most 'sleep around' guy she
knew...that was far from her worries. Because she fell in love
with him. "All things come to an end, Virginia." Was that a
tear? But before she knew it he tore through the fighting
swiftly and leapt.
(AN: I know your not reading this but to someone who is, please
be nice.....It's my first time...so review if you want and enjoy
yourself)
We open up to a door that has been hiding many deceiving secrets that could scare you right out of your skin, where horrific activities that if a child were to witness, be blinded for eternity and mental till death.
Where we follow through several hallways, staircases and secret passages that lead to yet another blackened oak door. As we open this entrance we find a boy. No, more like a teenager lying in bed.
His black silk sheets pooled about his sleeping form. Wrapped and entangled around his legs, and the blankets are just below his skin and bone, yet toned abdomen. A very tired Draco Malfoy lazily lie about in bed, thinking of the exotic night activity he had just shared with one of the Malfoy Maids.
How could he lower himself this low, you ask? It doesn't really matter does it? I mean come to your senses; this was Draco we were talking about. A good lay was like a very delicious breakfast to him. He had to have some spark before he went to Hogwarts.
The teen cracks open an exhausted eye and looked over to his right. Smirking his usual smug smirk.
Over to his side clutching onto his fragile arm was the maid that did his every demand last night. Her hair, a darkened brown flowed down her shoulders covering up her naked breast. Her once blood red lipstick faded but her black mascara did wonders to now closed eyes.
Draco frowned. He was so ashamed. No it wasn't because he fucked her senseless, it was because his father had gotten to her before him.
Oh well, he shrugged. Taking his arm from her, he then sauntered over to his sleek black dresser. Opening up a couple of the drawers he took out what was needed and locked himself in his bathroom.
(Gin's Point of view)
I guess you could say she had taken enough already. Her mother and father had always pampered the 'Golden Trio'. If that's the way they wanted it, then so be it.
Tears were already forming in her eyes, while everyone, including Potter and Granger, smiled and laughed. No one, in the last past hour, had even thought of striking up a conversation with her.
There wasn't even a, "Hello Ginny, how was your evening." Or even a simple gesture she was there. So she just shut them all out of her train of thoughts and silently pushed her food around her plate, briefly pretending to eat. Not that anyone else noticed if she was or not.
This was the last straw. She threw down her napkin and fork so hard that everyone had to look up. She suddenly exploded with emotion. Some could say she was being to dramatic for her own self, but if you were going through what she was, you'd probably have considered attempting suicide.
She stood up, glared at all the blank faces, and tried to stomp herself upstairs until she heard Ron mutter to Harry. "Must be that time of month." Before she could help herself, she was already on top of Ron taking him on punch by punch. She could say it helped with all this pent up anger, which was until both George and Fred had to separate her from Ronald.
"Virginia Lisocrelle Weasley, what is the meaning of this!" Molly yelled from the top of her lungs. I angrily glanced over at Ron, who was being held by Harry and Hermione. Fuck! All that anger only had Ron have a broken nose, a soon-to-be black eye and a few cuts.
"How could you all do this?" All I received was blank faces, so I continued. "It's bad enough, that I have to spend my summer alone! How could you all smile, when I'm at the end of the table crying, because I didn't even receive a 'Hello Ginny' from one of my own family members, since the beginning of summer, I might add. You're pathetic the whole lot of you. You don't know what it feels like to be neglected by your own family. You're all-"
"Ginny, dear don't you think your being just a bit dramatic?" Molly asked with great difficulty.
"Dramatic! So you expect me to just watch you replace me with Harry and Hermione? You know what? Dramatic, huh? I'll give you dramatic. I'll show you all the respect, attention, and love I got from all of you. We'll see who's going to have the drama. I'll ignore you so bad, just like you did to me, that I'll be unknown to you Weasley's after a damned month."
And with spit to the wooden floor, I glided my way out of there.
(Draco's Point of view)
After the refreshing shower, I got out and put on my fresh crisp black T- shirt and a pair of baggy slacks. Completing the wardrobe with shoes and a clean cloak. Walking over to the 3-way mirror, I looked at the reflection.
It showed a youth at about 17-years-old, with a body structure that stood to about 5'11. His frame was a bit dangly, but he still had a body of a God, whether he tamed it or not. I suppose Quidditch did do me good. He walked out of his bathroom, coming into the once sex smelled room that had been cleaned thoroughly. The maid had already done her thing and gone within a couple of minutes.
He made his way downstairs, crossing over to the fireplace; he then grabbed the floo powder and said very elegantly. "Diagon Alley."
(Gin's Point of view)
It had been a month since her sudden outburst, and sure enough she stayed true to her word. She stayed in her room, unless it was time to eat, shower, shop, or go or do anything else.
She hadn't said a single bloody word to any of them. They all even gave a sudden wanting to talk to her, but she wouldn't take their shit.
Staying up into her room all day and night graced her with many physical changes.
Physically, well let's just say she looked far from what she did a month ago. Her Weasley hair that was once a vivid red had turned into a darker more bloody crimson. And her once tanned body, turned ghastly pale, and for the freckles, it looked more like angel dust.
But her body was just the same; she had lost weight with the way she was eating. But to her it was a dream come true. She was still the same slender, petite body she once was, but she had grown a couple of inches during this summer, sending her to tower over Granger who was a mere 5'6, while Virginia being 5'9.
She was going into her 6th year, finally.
If you were wondering about the whole crush on Pot-head (Harry). It was just a cover for my second year of school.
The diary of Tom Marvolo Riddle consumed my soul and took over my body, I had, once I touched the bloody thing was rid of my innocence. Tom was the first love of my life; he cared for me, loved me, and understood me. I let him take my body, mind, and soul.
He only told Potter that he, himself made me do these things, which wasn't close to true. He only did to save me from my pride. If only The-Boy-Who- Wouldn't-Bloody-Die hadn't have shown up right before those several minutes to death.
I was so close.
I tore my attention away from my thoughts and got dressed. I slipped into a pair of dark blue, faded jeans, which hung off the waist that had to be held by a small black belt. Then put on a black old faded Quidditch T- shirt, a little on the tight side because it used to be Fred's when he was 8.
Putting on my black vans (mum tried to buy her way to me) I walked downstairs and to the fireplace. Taking the rest of the Floo Powder (she was meeting everyone there since she got up late) I stepped in and yelled "Diagon Alley!"
(((((((((((((()))))))))))))) I know it's short, but I'll try my best to please you in any way, flames are accepted....
All I ask is for you to review, I'll be forever grateful...wink lol
Rating: R for sexual activities, language, and non-gruesome
death
Including: Changed/Virginia, Different/Draco, Angry/Ron,
Jealous/Hermione, and Jealous but Supportive/Harry....
Summary: She thought he was the most 'sleep around' guy she
knew...that was far from her worries. Because she fell in love
with him. "All things come to an end, Virginia." Was that a
tear? But before she knew it he tore through the fighting
swiftly and leapt.
(AN: I know your not reading this but to someone who is, please
be nice.....It's my first time...so review if you want and enjoy
yourself)
We open up to a door that has been hiding many deceiving secrets that could scare you right out of your skin, where horrific activities that if a child were to witness, be blinded for eternity and mental till death.
Where we follow through several hallways, staircases and secret passages that lead to yet another blackened oak door. As we open this entrance we find a boy. No, more like a teenager lying in bed.
His black silk sheets pooled about his sleeping form. Wrapped and entangled around his legs, and the blankets are just below his skin and bone, yet toned abdomen. A very tired Draco Malfoy lazily lie about in bed, thinking of the exotic night activity he had just shared with one of the Malfoy Maids.
How could he lower himself this low, you ask? It doesn't really matter does it? I mean come to your senses; this was Draco we were talking about. A good lay was like a very delicious breakfast to him. He had to have some spark before he went to Hogwarts.
The teen cracks open an exhausted eye and looked over to his right. Smirking his usual smug smirk.
Over to his side clutching onto his fragile arm was the maid that did his every demand last night. Her hair, a darkened brown flowed down her shoulders covering up her naked breast. Her once blood red lipstick faded but her black mascara did wonders to now closed eyes.
Draco frowned. He was so ashamed. No it wasn't because he fucked her senseless, it was because his father had gotten to her before him.
Oh well, he shrugged. Taking his arm from her, he then sauntered over to his sleek black dresser. Opening up a couple of the drawers he took out what was needed and locked himself in his bathroom.
(Gin's Point of view)
I guess you could say she had taken enough already. Her mother and father had always pampered the 'Golden Trio'. If that's the way they wanted it, then so be it.
Tears were already forming in her eyes, while everyone, including Potter and Granger, smiled and laughed. No one, in the last past hour, had even thought of striking up a conversation with her.
There wasn't even a, "Hello Ginny, how was your evening." Or even a simple gesture she was there. So she just shut them all out of her train of thoughts and silently pushed her food around her plate, briefly pretending to eat. Not that anyone else noticed if she was or not.
This was the last straw. She threw down her napkin and fork so hard that everyone had to look up. She suddenly exploded with emotion. Some could say she was being to dramatic for her own self, but if you were going through what she was, you'd probably have considered attempting suicide.
She stood up, glared at all the blank faces, and tried to stomp herself upstairs until she heard Ron mutter to Harry. "Must be that time of month." Before she could help herself, she was already on top of Ron taking him on punch by punch. She could say it helped with all this pent up anger, which was until both George and Fred had to separate her from Ronald.
"Virginia Lisocrelle Weasley, what is the meaning of this!" Molly yelled from the top of her lungs. I angrily glanced over at Ron, who was being held by Harry and Hermione. Fuck! All that anger only had Ron have a broken nose, a soon-to-be black eye and a few cuts.
"How could you all do this?" All I received was blank faces, so I continued. "It's bad enough, that I have to spend my summer alone! How could you all smile, when I'm at the end of the table crying, because I didn't even receive a 'Hello Ginny' from one of my own family members, since the beginning of summer, I might add. You're pathetic the whole lot of you. You don't know what it feels like to be neglected by your own family. You're all-"
"Ginny, dear don't you think your being just a bit dramatic?" Molly asked with great difficulty.
"Dramatic! So you expect me to just watch you replace me with Harry and Hermione? You know what? Dramatic, huh? I'll give you dramatic. I'll show you all the respect, attention, and love I got from all of you. We'll see who's going to have the drama. I'll ignore you so bad, just like you did to me, that I'll be unknown to you Weasley's after a damned month."
And with spit to the wooden floor, I glided my way out of there.
(Draco's Point of view)
After the refreshing shower, I got out and put on my fresh crisp black T- shirt and a pair of baggy slacks. Completing the wardrobe with shoes and a clean cloak. Walking over to the 3-way mirror, I looked at the reflection.
It showed a youth at about 17-years-old, with a body structure that stood to about 5'11. His frame was a bit dangly, but he still had a body of a God, whether he tamed it or not. I suppose Quidditch did do me good. He walked out of his bathroom, coming into the once sex smelled room that had been cleaned thoroughly. The maid had already done her thing and gone within a couple of minutes.
He made his way downstairs, crossing over to the fireplace; he then grabbed the floo powder and said very elegantly. "Diagon Alley."
(Gin's Point of view)
It had been a month since her sudden outburst, and sure enough she stayed true to her word. She stayed in her room, unless it was time to eat, shower, shop, or go or do anything else.
She hadn't said a single bloody word to any of them. They all even gave a sudden wanting to talk to her, but she wouldn't take their shit.
Staying up into her room all day and night graced her with many physical changes.
Physically, well let's just say she looked far from what she did a month ago. Her Weasley hair that was once a vivid red had turned into a darker more bloody crimson. And her once tanned body, turned ghastly pale, and for the freckles, it looked more like angel dust.
But her body was just the same; she had lost weight with the way she was eating. But to her it was a dream come true. She was still the same slender, petite body she once was, but she had grown a couple of inches during this summer, sending her to tower over Granger who was a mere 5'6, while Virginia being 5'9.
She was going into her 6th year, finally.
If you were wondering about the whole crush on Pot-head (Harry). It was just a cover for my second year of school.
The diary of Tom Marvolo Riddle consumed my soul and took over my body, I had, once I touched the bloody thing was rid of my innocence. Tom was the first love of my life; he cared for me, loved me, and understood me. I let him take my body, mind, and soul.
He only told Potter that he, himself made me do these things, which wasn't close to true. He only did to save me from my pride. If only The-Boy-Who- Wouldn't-Bloody-Die hadn't have shown up right before those several minutes to death.
I was so close.
I tore my attention away from my thoughts and got dressed. I slipped into a pair of dark blue, faded jeans, which hung off the waist that had to be held by a small black belt. Then put on a black old faded Quidditch T- shirt, a little on the tight side because it used to be Fred's when he was 8.
Putting on my black vans (mum tried to buy her way to me) I walked downstairs and to the fireplace. Taking the rest of the Floo Powder (she was meeting everyone there since she got up late) I stepped in and yelled "Diagon Alley!"
(((((((((((((()))))))))))))) I know it's short, but I'll try my best to please you in any way, flames are accepted....
All I ask is for you to review, I'll be forever grateful...wink lol