A/N): Longer chapter as promised...But I'd like to say thank you to some one who helped me write parts of this, well the nightmares actually, and hopefully she will continue.
authors name: Leya. userid=203527. Thanx.
and remember, for now ~~~~~~~~~ = Dream
Both were sitting in the grass, but Ginny leaned back on her elbows wanting to see the stars as she talked.
"Have you ever heard of 'The Odyssey' Draco?"
"Yes. I've read it actually."
Looking over at him her eyes brightened. "I've always loved that story, and other kinds of myths to, but Greek myths were always my favorite. Did you know The Odyssey just means 'Story of Odysseus', interesting huh?"
"Get on with the story." He said tightly. She actually blushed from embarrassment, she'd never met any one else in this whole God forsaken school that has read /good/ literature. Trash novels did not count. To bad the one she could have intelligent conversation with was, of all people, the wretch sitting right next to her. Ginny was finally coming down off of her power trip over him, and he acted more like an ass each day.
"In one of Odysseus' adventures Circe, the sorceress, kept him on her island for many years. As the legend goes he was mostly just her sex toy" Draco smirked, "But she really did love him, you know. More than even she knew. But soon he talked of going home, wanted to see his wife, his son. When she finally had to let him go, she also had a plan to bring him back."
Ginny stopped for a moment, listening for something.
"What is it?" he asked, looking around also. The last thing he needed was someone telling the whole bloody school he was lying in the grass with a Weasley.
She just shrugged, laying down on her back. Draco did the same, taking care to leave plenty of space between them.
"Nothing. Any way, she knew he would never give up the woman he loved. So Circe had to make his family hate him, then he would soon find a reason to leave and come back to the island, to come back to her. And what better way to anger a mans wife then tell her of his affair. It was a perfect plan because she was already with his child."
"Note to self, do not have sex with beautiful sorceresses, because they might want to keep you…" Draco chuckled a bit at his own joke. Ginny wanted to roll her eyes.
"Ha, Ha, very funny. Well, some one knew of this plan. The Goddess Athena, friend of Odysseus, had heard her thinking aloud about this plan of hers. When Circe finally gave birth, she gave birth to twin girls. But as soon as they were out of the womb Athena sent an owl to carry them over the sea and drop them. The twins drowned. Circe, wracked with grief, cast one last spell to try and save her children. She couldn't bring them back…but she could save their souls from the underworld. And so while their mundane bodies died, their souls resided on the astral plane."
"So they were spirits?" Draco still wasn't sure what this had to do with anything…but this story had sex in it so he had paid attention, what teenage boy wouldn't?
"Not spirits exactly…. Because something had gone wrong with the spell, or maybe she didn't know the exact laws of what was done when you tamper with fate and the will of a Goddess. They could manifest on the physical plane so Circe got to watch her children grow. But they could just not be, they could access dreams, look at them- tamper with them, but most of all they had to /collect/ them. To live they had to collect the dreams of mortals and Gods alike. Almost every night, they gathered dreams which would sustain their life forms a while longer. Nightmares sustained them the best because fear is one of the strongest emotions. But after a while and so much time the 'curse' had morphed a bit, now we must ask for permission, hence you must /tell/ me your dreams."
She looked over at him, "So do you see what I am now?"
He looked like he was concentrating then said "You're…Greek?"
" I collect dreams you idiot!"
Draco narrowed his eyes looking side ways at her, "I don't appreciate being called an idiot Waesely, you're the one who dragged me out here so please just get on with your point, and besides I was /joking/."
Gin sniffed, "You don't have a sense of humor, Malfoy, You /can't/ joke. But my point is that I need to collect dreams to be able to live." She pulled out a necklace from under her shirt, and held it up. It looked to be a quartz crystal with silver molded around the top connecting it to a silver chain.
She didn't take it off, but scooted closer to him and leaned so he could see it clearly as he sat up. Taking it in his hand he studied it, "It's beautiful, where did you get something like this. You and I both know your family could never afford it." He was going to add something like 'no matter how much your mother sold her self' but held back.
Ginny was starring at the necklace; she her self was still spell bound by it, and Draco was starring at her. She answered, after a small lapse of silence, "From a friend…an old friend named Tom."
He wanted to ask more about this 'friend', and was wondering if it was coincidence that Voldermorts' real name was Tom and the whole Chamber of Secrets Episode, but was startled out of his thoughts when he realized she was looking back at him.
Dropping the crystal he laid back down, looking at the stars, and started to talk "So why doesn't this effect any of your siblings? By what the legend says, you'd think your twin brothers would have gotten this…" he looked over to her, "curse."
"I think it has something to do with the original twins being girls, and I'm a girl."
"So does your mother do this 'dream collecting' also?"
"No. I'm not sure at all how it works. I guess it doesn't even start to effect you until you hit puberty or something like that. I've never met another one like me before, I had to learn everything from books or on my own. As far as I know I'm the only one"
Ginny giggled.
Draco gave a small half smile at the child-like sound. "What's so funny?"
"It's just recently I've had to search for dreams, and nightmares seem to work best, because fear is such a powerful emotion." She laughed again and turned to him, "And at the Burrow, I had no source. So I had to periodically put spiders in Rons' bed! He's terrified of them, quite silly, but you should see his reaction" she burst into a fit of giggles, and soon they both were almost laughing hysterically.
"I'll have to remember that…for next time." Draco said, trying to keep a straight face.
"Why do you tease him so? Him and Harry?"
They were now both propped up on their sides supported by one elbow looking at each other. Should he answer? Why not, he really had nothing to loose, honestly he hadn't told her anything she didn't know, and she knew almost everything about him. But…
No, he still didn't really trust the bitch.
"That's not really any of your business." Draco rolled over onto his stomach.
Ginny sighed, "Alright then, be that way."
He smirked, "Yes I think I will be that way, thanks."
Ginny's next question was the one he was totally unprepared for. "Why do you think you dream about it, about what's happened to you?"
Draco looked startled for a moment, "What do you mean by that? It's not as if I /want/ to relive these things." He almost sounded offended.
"It's just…" she took a moment, searching for the right words, "If these memories- nightmares cause you so much pain why would your sub-conscience put you through that repeatedly?"
He sighed, rolling over again onto his back, returning his gaze to the stars and putting his hands behind his head, "I don't know why I do the things I do."
There were a few beats of silence until Virginia broke it, with a request.
"Tell me about the one you had last night."
Sure…why not…it wasn't as if it would really hurt him any, right?
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All he could see was darkness.
Draco woke up bit by bit. It took him at least several minutes before he completely gained consciousness. But even then his senses were dull, like he could see pictures but they were shielded behind a screen.
The first thing he felt was pain. And memories of the last hours came rushing back to his mind, making him shiver.
The first clear emotion he felt was confusion, not quite understanding why his father had pushed him down the stairs. He had done nothing to provoke him, nothing to make his father angry with him. The argument they'd had only moments before was frivolous and not anything to be seriously angry about.
Now he was lying on his bed trying to remember what had happened after his fall. He wasn't sure about it because everything remained graciously veiled but he could guess. Based on the fact that his back ached like hell he supposed his father had whipped him. He wasn't quite clear on the order of events. Was it before or after? How long had he been here? He tried to move his arms to rub his eyes.
In this instant it hit him like a brick. A sudden burst of panic washed over him as he realized his eyes were blindfolded and his hands were securely tied to the headboard. He felt a slight chill now that he noticed his absence of clothing.
He couldn't move, couldn't see. He was helpless.
Desperately he pulled at the ropes looped around his wrists but all he achieved was a dull aching as his skin almost ripped open.
"Stop it. You'll only hurt yourself."
Lucius spoke quietly. And Draco's body tensed as he could hear him walk up and down the side of the bed, straining his ears to follow his movements.
"I'm a bit disappointed in you Draco. Do you know the reason?" Lucius voice now came from his left side and Draco turned his head away refusing to answer the question, which obviously was meant to be rhetorical.
"I'll tell you, little dragon." Lucius forced Draco to spread his legs and knelt down between his thighs. "I've thought you had learned your lesson but today I found the proof that you are nothing more than a fool." He back-handed him, and the boys head snapped to the right.
Then Lucius' hands roamed over Draco's body, touching, grabbing, taking. His fingernails scraped fine lines into the soft skin drawing blood with every touch.
"I received a letter today. You never told me how incompetent you are in your school work." Lucius' hand found a nipple and pinched it, pulling and twisting it brutally between his fingers. His other hand, clasped over his mouth, suppressed Draco's scream.
"I'm disappointed in you /son/. Should I even grace you with such an honor as to be my son?" He ran his hands up and down Draco's side, waiting for another point to be made, for another pause in his speech to inflict pain.
"I was told you are only second best. Malfoy's must /be/ the best, second to no one." Lucius removed his hand from the boy's mouth to put it to better use.
Draco gasped for air and made a mistake, he knew it in the instant he spoke. "I tried, father! I swear I did my best!"
"That's not enough, Draco. These are lessons to be learned from, and if you cannot shape up I will have to continue to punish you."
As his hands fondled his son he asked, "Do you like this, is that why you disobey me?" His father's cold voice sounded above him as Lucius opened his own trousers. Draco did not answer, and as soon as he had freed his erection he leaned forward grabbing Draco's hips and without any kind of preparation he pushed into him roughly.
Draco screamed and as he tried to hold back any more signs of weakness tears streamed down his face. His father was aware to the fact that every thrust, every move tore his son apart causing him terrible pain and he enjoyed it.
At last he pounded one final time into Draco's nearly lifeless body savoring the feeling as his seed filled the boy beneath him completely. He painstakingly withdrew and arranged his clothes.
"Happy birthday, Draco." Lucius placed a small kiss on Draco's forehead as he untied his son and left the room.
Oh yes. He had completely forgotten that today was his fifteenth birthday. But to be honest, it wasn't really worth remembering.
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There was more silence after he was finished. Draco was still thinking about that night, about how vividly it stood out in his mind, yet at the same time blended in with the rest of his childhood.
"Why don't you just tell some one?" She asked in a small voice. She'd heard some of these stories before, beatings sure…but raping your own son? How could someone even think of such a thing…but apparently Lucius had.
While Ginny was thinking about /why/ some one would want to do such things as he had done to Draco, Draco surveyed her with suspicion. But finally answered, "What would be the point? By the end of the whole ordeal every one would know what's been happening…but they wouldn't be able to do anything about it. He'd kill me before others knew what he does, that's the way he'd want it."
Ginny was about to say some comforting words, maybe even taken his hand, well that's what she wanted to do until he spoke.
"/Can I go now?/" God he could be such a yob sometimes.
"Yes, I /release/ you." She said dramatically.
Draco muttered, "What ever you say princess."
"Don't call me that." She narrowed her eyes, glaring with all her might...which wasn't much, she didn't have the heart to be really mean to him at the moment..
He only laughed. "Yeah, sure what ever Weaslett. Most likely see you tomorrow." He sighed a heavy sigh "Night."
"Night"
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authors name: Leya. userid=203527. Thanx.
and remember, for now ~~~~~~~~~ = Dream
Both were sitting in the grass, but Ginny leaned back on her elbows wanting to see the stars as she talked.
"Have you ever heard of 'The Odyssey' Draco?"
"Yes. I've read it actually."
Looking over at him her eyes brightened. "I've always loved that story, and other kinds of myths to, but Greek myths were always my favorite. Did you know The Odyssey just means 'Story of Odysseus', interesting huh?"
"Get on with the story." He said tightly. She actually blushed from embarrassment, she'd never met any one else in this whole God forsaken school that has read /good/ literature. Trash novels did not count. To bad the one she could have intelligent conversation with was, of all people, the wretch sitting right next to her. Ginny was finally coming down off of her power trip over him, and he acted more like an ass each day.
"In one of Odysseus' adventures Circe, the sorceress, kept him on her island for many years. As the legend goes he was mostly just her sex toy" Draco smirked, "But she really did love him, you know. More than even she knew. But soon he talked of going home, wanted to see his wife, his son. When she finally had to let him go, she also had a plan to bring him back."
Ginny stopped for a moment, listening for something.
"What is it?" he asked, looking around also. The last thing he needed was someone telling the whole bloody school he was lying in the grass with a Weasley.
She just shrugged, laying down on her back. Draco did the same, taking care to leave plenty of space between them.
"Nothing. Any way, she knew he would never give up the woman he loved. So Circe had to make his family hate him, then he would soon find a reason to leave and come back to the island, to come back to her. And what better way to anger a mans wife then tell her of his affair. It was a perfect plan because she was already with his child."
"Note to self, do not have sex with beautiful sorceresses, because they might want to keep you…" Draco chuckled a bit at his own joke. Ginny wanted to roll her eyes.
"Ha, Ha, very funny. Well, some one knew of this plan. The Goddess Athena, friend of Odysseus, had heard her thinking aloud about this plan of hers. When Circe finally gave birth, she gave birth to twin girls. But as soon as they were out of the womb Athena sent an owl to carry them over the sea and drop them. The twins drowned. Circe, wracked with grief, cast one last spell to try and save her children. She couldn't bring them back…but she could save their souls from the underworld. And so while their mundane bodies died, their souls resided on the astral plane."
"So they were spirits?" Draco still wasn't sure what this had to do with anything…but this story had sex in it so he had paid attention, what teenage boy wouldn't?
"Not spirits exactly…. Because something had gone wrong with the spell, or maybe she didn't know the exact laws of what was done when you tamper with fate and the will of a Goddess. They could manifest on the physical plane so Circe got to watch her children grow. But they could just not be, they could access dreams, look at them- tamper with them, but most of all they had to /collect/ them. To live they had to collect the dreams of mortals and Gods alike. Almost every night, they gathered dreams which would sustain their life forms a while longer. Nightmares sustained them the best because fear is one of the strongest emotions. But after a while and so much time the 'curse' had morphed a bit, now we must ask for permission, hence you must /tell/ me your dreams."
She looked over at him, "So do you see what I am now?"
He looked like he was concentrating then said "You're…Greek?"
" I collect dreams you idiot!"
Draco narrowed his eyes looking side ways at her, "I don't appreciate being called an idiot Waesely, you're the one who dragged me out here so please just get on with your point, and besides I was /joking/."
Gin sniffed, "You don't have a sense of humor, Malfoy, You /can't/ joke. But my point is that I need to collect dreams to be able to live." She pulled out a necklace from under her shirt, and held it up. It looked to be a quartz crystal with silver molded around the top connecting it to a silver chain.
She didn't take it off, but scooted closer to him and leaned so he could see it clearly as he sat up. Taking it in his hand he studied it, "It's beautiful, where did you get something like this. You and I both know your family could never afford it." He was going to add something like 'no matter how much your mother sold her self' but held back.
Ginny was starring at the necklace; she her self was still spell bound by it, and Draco was starring at her. She answered, after a small lapse of silence, "From a friend…an old friend named Tom."
He wanted to ask more about this 'friend', and was wondering if it was coincidence that Voldermorts' real name was Tom and the whole Chamber of Secrets Episode, but was startled out of his thoughts when he realized she was looking back at him.
Dropping the crystal he laid back down, looking at the stars, and started to talk "So why doesn't this effect any of your siblings? By what the legend says, you'd think your twin brothers would have gotten this…" he looked over to her, "curse."
"I think it has something to do with the original twins being girls, and I'm a girl."
"So does your mother do this 'dream collecting' also?"
"No. I'm not sure at all how it works. I guess it doesn't even start to effect you until you hit puberty or something like that. I've never met another one like me before, I had to learn everything from books or on my own. As far as I know I'm the only one"
Ginny giggled.
Draco gave a small half smile at the child-like sound. "What's so funny?"
"It's just recently I've had to search for dreams, and nightmares seem to work best, because fear is such a powerful emotion." She laughed again and turned to him, "And at the Burrow, I had no source. So I had to periodically put spiders in Rons' bed! He's terrified of them, quite silly, but you should see his reaction" she burst into a fit of giggles, and soon they both were almost laughing hysterically.
"I'll have to remember that…for next time." Draco said, trying to keep a straight face.
"Why do you tease him so? Him and Harry?"
They were now both propped up on their sides supported by one elbow looking at each other. Should he answer? Why not, he really had nothing to loose, honestly he hadn't told her anything she didn't know, and she knew almost everything about him. But…
No, he still didn't really trust the bitch.
"That's not really any of your business." Draco rolled over onto his stomach.
Ginny sighed, "Alright then, be that way."
He smirked, "Yes I think I will be that way, thanks."
Ginny's next question was the one he was totally unprepared for. "Why do you think you dream about it, about what's happened to you?"
Draco looked startled for a moment, "What do you mean by that? It's not as if I /want/ to relive these things." He almost sounded offended.
"It's just…" she took a moment, searching for the right words, "If these memories- nightmares cause you so much pain why would your sub-conscience put you through that repeatedly?"
He sighed, rolling over again onto his back, returning his gaze to the stars and putting his hands behind his head, "I don't know why I do the things I do."
There were a few beats of silence until Virginia broke it, with a request.
"Tell me about the one you had last night."
Sure…why not…it wasn't as if it would really hurt him any, right?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
All he could see was darkness.
Draco woke up bit by bit. It took him at least several minutes before he completely gained consciousness. But even then his senses were dull, like he could see pictures but they were shielded behind a screen.
The first thing he felt was pain. And memories of the last hours came rushing back to his mind, making him shiver.
The first clear emotion he felt was confusion, not quite understanding why his father had pushed him down the stairs. He had done nothing to provoke him, nothing to make his father angry with him. The argument they'd had only moments before was frivolous and not anything to be seriously angry about.
Now he was lying on his bed trying to remember what had happened after his fall. He wasn't sure about it because everything remained graciously veiled but he could guess. Based on the fact that his back ached like hell he supposed his father had whipped him. He wasn't quite clear on the order of events. Was it before or after? How long had he been here? He tried to move his arms to rub his eyes.
In this instant it hit him like a brick. A sudden burst of panic washed over him as he realized his eyes were blindfolded and his hands were securely tied to the headboard. He felt a slight chill now that he noticed his absence of clothing.
He couldn't move, couldn't see. He was helpless.
Desperately he pulled at the ropes looped around his wrists but all he achieved was a dull aching as his skin almost ripped open.
"Stop it. You'll only hurt yourself."
Lucius spoke quietly. And Draco's body tensed as he could hear him walk up and down the side of the bed, straining his ears to follow his movements.
"I'm a bit disappointed in you Draco. Do you know the reason?" Lucius voice now came from his left side and Draco turned his head away refusing to answer the question, which obviously was meant to be rhetorical.
"I'll tell you, little dragon." Lucius forced Draco to spread his legs and knelt down between his thighs. "I've thought you had learned your lesson but today I found the proof that you are nothing more than a fool." He back-handed him, and the boys head snapped to the right.
Then Lucius' hands roamed over Draco's body, touching, grabbing, taking. His fingernails scraped fine lines into the soft skin drawing blood with every touch.
"I received a letter today. You never told me how incompetent you are in your school work." Lucius' hand found a nipple and pinched it, pulling and twisting it brutally between his fingers. His other hand, clasped over his mouth, suppressed Draco's scream.
"I'm disappointed in you /son/. Should I even grace you with such an honor as to be my son?" He ran his hands up and down Draco's side, waiting for another point to be made, for another pause in his speech to inflict pain.
"I was told you are only second best. Malfoy's must /be/ the best, second to no one." Lucius removed his hand from the boy's mouth to put it to better use.
Draco gasped for air and made a mistake, he knew it in the instant he spoke. "I tried, father! I swear I did my best!"
"That's not enough, Draco. These are lessons to be learned from, and if you cannot shape up I will have to continue to punish you."
As his hands fondled his son he asked, "Do you like this, is that why you disobey me?" His father's cold voice sounded above him as Lucius opened his own trousers. Draco did not answer, and as soon as he had freed his erection he leaned forward grabbing Draco's hips and without any kind of preparation he pushed into him roughly.
Draco screamed and as he tried to hold back any more signs of weakness tears streamed down his face. His father was aware to the fact that every thrust, every move tore his son apart causing him terrible pain and he enjoyed it.
At last he pounded one final time into Draco's nearly lifeless body savoring the feeling as his seed filled the boy beneath him completely. He painstakingly withdrew and arranged his clothes.
"Happy birthday, Draco." Lucius placed a small kiss on Draco's forehead as he untied his son and left the room.
Oh yes. He had completely forgotten that today was his fifteenth birthday. But to be honest, it wasn't really worth remembering.
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There was more silence after he was finished. Draco was still thinking about that night, about how vividly it stood out in his mind, yet at the same time blended in with the rest of his childhood.
"Why don't you just tell some one?" She asked in a small voice. She'd heard some of these stories before, beatings sure…but raping your own son? How could someone even think of such a thing…but apparently Lucius had.
While Ginny was thinking about /why/ some one would want to do such things as he had done to Draco, Draco surveyed her with suspicion. But finally answered, "What would be the point? By the end of the whole ordeal every one would know what's been happening…but they wouldn't be able to do anything about it. He'd kill me before others knew what he does, that's the way he'd want it."
Ginny was about to say some comforting words, maybe even taken his hand, well that's what she wanted to do until he spoke.
"/Can I go now?/" God he could be such a yob sometimes.
"Yes, I /release/ you." She said dramatically.
Draco muttered, "What ever you say princess."
"Don't call me that." She narrowed her eyes, glaring with all her might...which wasn't much, she didn't have the heart to be really mean to him at the moment..
He only laughed. "Yeah, sure what ever Weaslett. Most likely see you tomorrow." He sighed a heavy sigh "Night."
"Night"
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