Blue Ice: hmmm, collector 2? Well, what I did was write the first scene, then I wrote the ending…now I'm trying to fit 'A' with 'B'. But I'm not sure if I want to, and for some twisted reason I already have an alternate ending working it's way through my mind…eh, we'll see.
The Brainless Wonder: I plan on making Draco/Ginny scenes graphic. No rape or anything like that…just descriptive. Or at least I'll try. As for Ginny working for Voldermort…are yall sure?
Luinthoron: oh great…do you think I should up the rating? I mean by now if they haven't gotten an idea of what this fic is about they need to get a clue…but should I put it maybe NC-17?
ATrueSlytherin, AngelD, Andufeniel, Miss. Charlet, thanx for the reviews :o)
p.s. I think I totally blotched this chapter so please rant 'respectively' if it sucks p
The realization that she was not where she was supposed to be came to her slowly. At first it was the feel of the bed, sure all of Hogwarts dorm furniture was expensive and extravagant, but these sheets were smoother, and the blankets more soft, it felt nice. Then she opened one eye and saw a canopy, but it wasn't red, it was green. Now there is something wrong with this picture, green in a Gryffondor bedroom…? She blinked a few times just to make sure. Then an arm tightened around her. She hadn't even noticed she was being held. Her shirt had ridden up to where her bra almost showed, her pajama bottoms were hanging off her hips, and on her lower stomach was a hand, a pale hand. Her eyes followed that hand and it turns out it was attached to a wrist, then an arm. Her mind was still groggy, but she followed the arm up to the person and before she knew it she was face to face with Draco Malfoy.
For a minute Ginny just stared into his eyes, he did the same. His only movement was to hold her even tighter. As she was more awake now she knew his shoulder had been her pillow, and that they were very close with her legs intertwined in his and they were holding each other.
She wanted to say something horribly clever, like those women on the muggle telly Hermione had shown her once…but frankly she had nothing to say, nor could she think up anything witty. She was happy just the way they were, especially liking this intimacy they shared. Gin hadn't even known she was smiling until she tried to stop. Soon even his lips curved slightly, and he to was trying not to smile. Neither knew why they were smiling, or why they were trying to stop.
Virginia gave a small contempt sigh and rolled over to face him. More or less, pressing her hips against his, rubbing her legs up and down his legs, her hands came to rested on his chest…though she didn't seem to notice. His hand then rested on her lower back.
She tried to keep good pictures in her mind but more things rushed back to her than of where she stayed. Facts like the reason she came to him in the first place. Along with the glimpses of his nightmare she'd already deciphered.
He could tell she was thinking of something unpleasant. 'I'm not that horrible to wake up to am I?' He thought. He was going to comment about waking up next to a Weasley wasn't his idea of a good morning either, even though he'd be lying his ass off, but still he needed to save his pride some how if his thoughts were correct.
He looked about to speak, but Ginny beat him to it. She didn't want to start immediately, but she might as well get it over with. "Rough night?"
His first emotion was surprise, so she hadn't been thinking what he thought she was thinking. Annoyance at the fact he couldn't read her emotions or thoughts very well. And then a bit of hurt as he'd just had the best night of his life, sex filled evenings included, and all she wanted to do was talk about what concerned her so she had to come to him in the first place.
It was the last emotion that stayed.
He moved back from her, taking away the warmth from his right arm and chest. Then moved his left hand, the one on her stomach, away, pushing her hip lightly so she'd get the message 'Stay away from me. Don't touch me.' He left between them at least two feet of space.
"Slept with you didn't I? Had to of been bad, or must have been dead drunk to allow it."
He had about two seconds of satisfaction when he saw the hurt look on her face, but some how it didn't stay. Like many things in his life this sick sadistic pleasure that came from others pain dwindled also. And seemed to hurt him self because he'd caused pain for such a girl as Ginny.
But he needed this. He needed to be his old self with her even if it was just for a moment. So then he muttered something about Weasleys and their filth, then something about burning the linen.
Ginny, was still stationary from loss of contact with him, she was cold now. And when she'd heard his voice saying those words, she almost didn't believe it. She allowed her self to look hurt, but then with the other comments she bowed her head pretending not to hear him at all.
Slowly she scooted out from under the covers, and pulled her knees up to her chest. She didn't want to look at him, not any more.
Boy could she pick 'em. First Harry, who she didn't even need to get started on. Then Collin who kept drooling after Lavender. And now the worst of the worst, Draco Malfoy. She couldn't even excuse her self let alone her actions this time.
"We don't…" Ginny stopped, and focussed on her crystal that still sat on his dresser. "…We don't have to collect right now. Maybe you would like some time to get ready for your day first? I know it's been hard this last night over all, I'm sorry."
He couldn't believe it. He was the one who dragged her out of bed at an ungodly hour, fell sleep while waiting, insulted her as soon as she woke up, and /she/ was apologizing to /him/. This was to unbelievable even for Draco. But he wasn't going to say anything, she wanted to be guilty? Then so be it.
"I'll be back in a few minutes." He got up, and went to take a shower. And as he walked away from her she raised her eyes, and was rewarded with what she's wanted to see ever since they began meeting. On his back, shoulders mostly, were scars. Some thicker than others, looking like they'd come from gashes and knife wounds. Some ran parallel in such straight lines, even she could put two and two together, they were from a belt. Others as fine as thread, 'Made by finger nails?' she wondered. If she'd thought his skin was pale before, the scars even though white, seemed to stand out on him.
A mosaic of pain, in a poetic sense.
But once there, it was gone in a flash.
He slammed the door shut behind him.
Ginny lay down to wait.
The first thing Draco did was take a hot shower, and then after thinking of what Ginny and him could have done in his bed, he took a cold shower. But by the time he re-entered the room he was more calm and collected then he had been before. After analyzing the whole conversation, Draco had come to the conclusion that she was more concerned then annoyed at coming down to see him.
Walking out of the lavatory with a towel around his shoulders, and a pair of Hogwarts uniform pants he went to look through his drawers for a shirt. Ginny looked twice and blinked, his scars…they were gone!
'Wait, it's probably a glamour he puts on every morning.' This made sense to her. For as many beds as he's been in surely some one was bound to notice. Well, Draco couldn't find a shirt he wanted so he damned his dresser several times then went to look through his closet. Grabbing a shirt, sox and a pair of shoes he went to sit on the bed, which Ginny still sat upon, to get ready.
"Do you always do that?"
"Do /what/?"
"Do /that/? With your hair I mean."
After all of the clothes searching, and getting ready Draco had gotten out of the shower about 15 minutes before, his hair now hung in drying strands around his face. He hadn't had time to do anything with it because he was in a hurry. It wasn't to long, but long enough for his to slick it back when he wanted. Since his fifth year he'd been giving the hair jell a break once and a while, just leaving his blonde hair to settle over his eyes. It was kind of cute…in a puppy dog sort of way.
"Hmmm, let me do something with it."
Draco's eyes widened, "Excuse me?"
"I said 'let me do something with it', I've cut a boys hair before."
He frowned a bit at being called a 'boy', then answered "No way in hell…you'd probably cut my hair to look like your git of a brother's."
She had been sitting cross legged in a nest of blankets but now she stood and put her hands on her hips, "I would /not/! I'm don't /like/ to torture people."
Ginny walked up to him and took a damp strand of hair in her hand, looking at the length. "Yes, I know the perfect thing. /come one/, a change would be nice wouldn't it."
Draco looked past her right shoulder, he does that when he's thinking, she noticed.
When his gaze shifted back to her he had an answer. "If you tell me /exactly/ what you are going to do, and while your doing it. Alright?" Draco gave her a warning glance, she could tell he was thinking 'you had better not screw this up, and if you do there will be pain…a lot of pain…'
The pair walked up to Gryffondor tower, Draco waiting out side, while Virginia ran inside to get a few 'tools'. Draco was a prefect so they went to the prefects' bathroom. Making sure to lock the door several times, she rolled up her sleeves and set to work.
It took her a almost two hours having to stop every few seconds and explain what she was doing then harassing Draco into doing what she wanted him to do. And explaining what a buzz cut was and how she was going to do it (with the help of Colon's hair cutting set…after all he'd had 11 years of 'regular' haircuts, it just seems right that way).
Then there was the dye, which she wasn't going to fool around with. It was just easier to take out her wand and perform a spell, which she did. It could also change colors, and disapear completely.
It fit him perfectly, blending in with the 'bad boy' attitude the girls loved so much. When she showed him the mirror he smiled and said "Wicked." And looking at her he said, "I guess I'll keep you a little bit longer Weasley." Gin's response was a small snort.
In the mirror He saw that his hair was /much/ shorter now. On the top of his head his hair was about 1 inch long, then got even shorter down by the nape of his neck. Ginny had done something with hair gel too, making little spikes every where, and the tips of the spikes were dyed blue. But she'd kept the front pieces of hair long so they dropped down over his forehead, and over the side some. (A/n: I don't know boys hair cuts…I mean you just start cutting till it's short right? So I have no clue how this would look on Draco…)
But the real test was walking into the great hall. Ginny had already left, returning supplies, then to eat breakfast, not mentioning the dream once. As he did walk into the great hall every one fell silent, he was keeping his cool exterior but on the inside he was grinning like a cheshire cat. 'I owe you one Gin…'
'Speaking of Gin, where was she?' he spotted her sitting next to Potter and Granger, only she was looking at him already, smiling. He gave a half smile and winked.
Immediately girls started whispering. Obviously this new look had an impact.
Well soon the whispers turned to bickering, but it was attention, which was good enough for him. That morning, instead of pushing eggs around his plate, he actually ate something. Yes, this was actually a good morning, considering. Now all he had to do was piss off Potter and Co. and this day would be perfect…
Later that same morning he got his chance. Although it didn't turn out to be as he expected.
"What is your problem Malfoy? Daddy not pay enough attention to you when you were little…or maybe he paid /to much/ attention to you…." Ron insinuation had hit a nerve some where, Draco was now livid, but before he could do anything…
"Ronald, why don't you just shut your bloody mouth for once? Just because you fantasize about Harry Potter doesn't mean every one else swings that way." Ginny's words rang out in the entrance hall, and every one was deadly silent. The surrounding crowds and students seated at their tables had heard Ginny's comeback. No one moved. Then Harry turned to Ron and yell, "WHAT?!", while Ron turned an interesting shade of red.
Draco and Gin left every one to their own ideas. With a rumor like that out, no one would remember the comments made by Ron. They were walking down a corridor when he pulled her aside.
She smiled slightly, a friendly smile, "What is it?" He looked at her, at his feet, then back again.
"…Thank You…" He said the words as if he was speaking a new language, an unfamiliar pronunciation, "You…you didn't have to do that. Hell you could have stood up for him and not me…but you didn't. And…I thank you."
This was new to him. He felt like she actually gave a damn. With this morning she hadn't given up on him after he threw his silent tantrum and rude comments, she still is ok to be close to him even though she knows what is father has done. She judges the person, not their appearance, and that was important to him. It was like some revelation in his mind.
Her smile grew wider, and she leaned forward and kissed his cheek lightly. "Any time Draco." She started walking again, but he was in shock, lifting a hand to his cheek like he wasn't sure if what happened was real or not.
"Draco? You coming? We're gonna be late for class."
"Uh, yeah." He jogged a bit before catching up to her, A genuine grin on his face.
After that interesting morning, things were different. Ginny was used to it by now, already coming to terms with the fact she in some way likes him. But for Draco it was extremely uncomfortable. And now that he knew he "kind of" liked her he definitely didn't want to tell her about his dreams. To him it mattered before because he just didn't trust her, but now…would she want to be near him if she kept hearing about his past? This question in particular haunted him, as he couldn't change his past no matter how much he wanted to.
But his worries were gone because that night, with difficulty, he told her of his dream that happened the previous night. Then he explained his worst fears, and what he did to deal with what he'd done willingly. It was the most personal thing he'd shared with any one. And it actually meant something to him that she listened carefully, adding little comments and asking the right questions.
'What is happening…?' he thought, but then went back to his story.
"I only tried to kill my self once…but I knew that escape would be to easy. He'd never let me leave that way, it would be a disgrace on our family name."
Ginny scooted closer, they were in his room now leaning against the headboard, talking "You should tell some one. You really should."
"I /can't/…you don't understand, and I don't expect you to either, so just leave it be." He covered his eyes with his right hand. It was all so frustrating. She picked up his left hand and smoothed out the palm, lightly she traced the lines. Then when she got to his wrist she stopped starring at the jagged unnatural line, a scar from when he slit his wrists. She playfully kissed it, lightly brushing her lips against his skin, and he couldn't help but shiver.
Ginny looked up, "I won't hate you for what he's done to you, I know that's what you're thinking. And I know you are strong as you've survived this far. He'll get his, I promise you."
And he believed her. Virginias eyes were so…cold. She could have been capable of anything.
It was the night before their trip, she shouldn't be worrying about anything but forgetting to pack things…but something was happening, she could feel it. Not to Draco, not that alarm kind of feeling. It's like…something is crawling around your insides, or claws gently scraping down your back. She knew it was a calling, but to where?
~"….the forest…."~
The forest? Was that the voice, or her mind? If it was Him he would not enjoy waiting to long. Ginny didn't have time to think she needed to leave /now/. She stood from the common room chair, which she was seated in.
"Where you going Gin?" Who asked that question? She was to out of it to match the voice with a face. She had to leave at this very moment, she couldn't keep him waiting! Looking around her eyes landed on a boy sitting near by, the only one looking at her was Harry. Right, the one whom /would/ be an inconvenience.
"Oh, I think I forgot something in the library…I'm not sure. I'm going to go look for it." Ginny turned to leave, hoping she could get away.
"It's a bit late to be going to the library isn't it? And the lost and found is going to close up in about 5 minutes."
What was with this concern? Or was he just plain stupid? She told him she was going didn't she? Was he calling her a liar!? Well…technically…
~'…the forest…/now/…'~
Fuck it.
Ginny tried not to narrow her eyes, and managed a sweet smile, "Well then, I guess I'd better run." And so she did.
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"I'm glad you decided to show up tonight."
"I come when called, but I did not have my crystal on tonight. I apologize for my tardiness." She bowed her head, hoping he wasn't angry with her.
"Very well, I suppose." Lucius circled the small girl. "And how are /things/?"
Ginny snorted, "You mean has he fucked me yet?"
"Yes, that to." He gave a small smile.
"Everything is fine. I've collected a good amount so far. But I need more for what He is asking. I don't want to take evrythi-"
"Why not?" He stood behind her now. Hands on her shoulders, making little circles with his thumbs. She hadn't brought a cloak, but she doubted that's why she was shivering.
"Lucius, are you willing to give up your son?" Ginny was a bit taken aback. Draco was, after all, his heir. And not to mention his /only/ heir.
"Any thing for the cause." His hands ran across her shoulder blades then a bit under her arms.
He was going to 'explore' further but her statement made him go still. "I know what you do to Draco."
There was a short pause, then, "He trusts you that much now? You move quickly, I'll give you that."
His hands started to move again, but she distracted him one more time, "No, he doesn't trust me. It's what his nightmares are made of, you and what you've done to him."
He surprised her by laughing, actually /laughing/ about something like that.
"Yes, well, I didn't give him anything he didn't want. Most nights he came as well." Lucius' hands moved around to her breasts. Ginny just held her breath, this wasn't over and she couldn't leave until she got every piece of information. He took one of his hands and placed it on hers moving it behind her to rub his erection through his pants. Then went back to touching her as she obediently continued the motion.
"Any news from our Lord?"
Lucius was a bit preoccupied with his hands, now under her bra pinching her nipples, but he managed an answer "Nothing worth noting."
"I'm in need of a new crystal." Ginny rubbed her hand against him a little bit faster as his hand found it's way up her skirt and between her legs. Despite her self she gasped, and then moaned a bit.
Lucius grinned then pressed his body more against hers, loving the feeling if her small hand touching him. "You'll have a new one sent as soon as possible."
"Alright then." At first she was to distracted to really process that the meeting was over. Slowly she wiggled out of his grasp, and turned around buttoning up the top buttons on her shirt. He was smiling.
"You know, I could be getting allot more from you than what I am now."
Ginny almost smiled back, "Yes, maybe you could…But Tom wouldn't like that, now would he?"
Lucius scowled, and changed the subject quickly, "You need to give the boy something…something meaningful, if you want him to give you something in return."
She gave a short nod, "I know what you speak of. And I need time to plan."
There was barely space between them now as he walked toward her. "Then go. Plan. Do what you need to. Just do not forget-"
"I /know/ Lucius. Trust me I know. I can't get it off my bloody mind."
He raised an eyebrow, "You feel compassion, how…quaint."
"Please, don't remind me. I'll put my plans into action. Can you handle following through?"
"Yes, of course." He placed a strand of her hair behind her ear, "Can you?"
"You can bet you life on it."
He gave her one last rough kiss before she pushed away and ran back to the castle.
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He was lying on his bed shivering in the cold, eyes closed against the flickering light of a candle sitting on his nightstand.
He couldn't see, but he felt the presence of his father around him, watching him out of the shadows, waiting for something.
This permanent staring made him anxious, and frightened him more than everything else. 'What was he planning for tonight? Something different, more painful than before? No…nothing could possibly be more painful than before.'
Footsteps neared. In a sudden burst of panic Draco pressed his lips together suppressing a scream. His heart rate picked up, and he clenched his fists.
Then silence. Again Lucius stared at him without saying a single word.
Maybe when he didn't move, maybe when he pretended to sleep then he would leave him alone…
A warm hand touched his face but still Draco refused to open his eyes.
'Pretend you were not here, pretend to sleep.' The hand wandered over his neck and chest, stroking in soft motions the silky skin beneath its fingertips.
'Never let him know you are awake. Never show fear.' Fingers were brushing against the waistband of his pajama-bottoms sending fearful shivers through his body.
'Don't react. Don't react. Don't react.' The hands were stroking his now exposed member in harsh movements making him pant slightly and then moan in unwanted pleasure.
"I know you enjoy this, little dragon." Lucius brought his mouth next to Draco's ear. His tongue licked over the boy's jaw, savoring his taste. "Never forget you are mine."
Lucius' pressed his lips against Draco's forcing his mouth open. His tongue ravished the wet heat mercilessly.
Draco struggled in a helpless attempt to free himself, knowing that everything would become worse if he succeeded in breaking free.
His father backed away returning to stare at the horrified boy. "You will not deny me, Draco."
They stared at each other, gray eyes meeting equally gray ones. Then Draco lowered his gaze admitting his defeat.
Lucius waited until Draco turned around, then he lowered himself onto the silently weeping boy.
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Some one was holding him down, Draco could feel it. He had to get up, he had to get away before /he/ came. Before he was found. He struggled but discovered he couldn't move his arms or legs. NO, no, no, no, no….Please not again….
But then it stopped, the coldness that had over took his body so many times had receded. He felt some one holding him, stroking his hair and whispering. What were they saying? A distinctly female voice repeated, "……only for tonight, just this one time…shhhh, sleep now…..You're ok…I'm here….." For the first time in a long time, Draco drifted off into a peaceful and fulfilling sleep for an entire night. He dreamt Ginny slept beside him and chased away his nightmares….
(Another A/N): this isn't proof read, sorry! I forgot I was spose to put this up today and I didn't have a bloody thing written out! This is the best I could throw together. So be happy yall got to read /something/ and review!!! ;o)
Damn it all, i almost forgot! The, nightmare once again, and this story could not have been possible with out Leya! (Author ID:203527) Go check out her work if you're into Lucius/Draco Angst ]
The Brainless Wonder: I plan on making Draco/Ginny scenes graphic. No rape or anything like that…just descriptive. Or at least I'll try. As for Ginny working for Voldermort…are yall sure?
Luinthoron: oh great…do you think I should up the rating? I mean by now if they haven't gotten an idea of what this fic is about they need to get a clue…but should I put it maybe NC-17?
ATrueSlytherin, AngelD, Andufeniel, Miss. Charlet, thanx for the reviews :o)
p.s. I think I totally blotched this chapter so please rant 'respectively' if it sucks p
The realization that she was not where she was supposed to be came to her slowly. At first it was the feel of the bed, sure all of Hogwarts dorm furniture was expensive and extravagant, but these sheets were smoother, and the blankets more soft, it felt nice. Then she opened one eye and saw a canopy, but it wasn't red, it was green. Now there is something wrong with this picture, green in a Gryffondor bedroom…? She blinked a few times just to make sure. Then an arm tightened around her. She hadn't even noticed she was being held. Her shirt had ridden up to where her bra almost showed, her pajama bottoms were hanging off her hips, and on her lower stomach was a hand, a pale hand. Her eyes followed that hand and it turns out it was attached to a wrist, then an arm. Her mind was still groggy, but she followed the arm up to the person and before she knew it she was face to face with Draco Malfoy.
For a minute Ginny just stared into his eyes, he did the same. His only movement was to hold her even tighter. As she was more awake now she knew his shoulder had been her pillow, and that they were very close with her legs intertwined in his and they were holding each other.
She wanted to say something horribly clever, like those women on the muggle telly Hermione had shown her once…but frankly she had nothing to say, nor could she think up anything witty. She was happy just the way they were, especially liking this intimacy they shared. Gin hadn't even known she was smiling until she tried to stop. Soon even his lips curved slightly, and he to was trying not to smile. Neither knew why they were smiling, or why they were trying to stop.
Virginia gave a small contempt sigh and rolled over to face him. More or less, pressing her hips against his, rubbing her legs up and down his legs, her hands came to rested on his chest…though she didn't seem to notice. His hand then rested on her lower back.
She tried to keep good pictures in her mind but more things rushed back to her than of where she stayed. Facts like the reason she came to him in the first place. Along with the glimpses of his nightmare she'd already deciphered.
He could tell she was thinking of something unpleasant. 'I'm not that horrible to wake up to am I?' He thought. He was going to comment about waking up next to a Weasley wasn't his idea of a good morning either, even though he'd be lying his ass off, but still he needed to save his pride some how if his thoughts were correct.
He looked about to speak, but Ginny beat him to it. She didn't want to start immediately, but she might as well get it over with. "Rough night?"
His first emotion was surprise, so she hadn't been thinking what he thought she was thinking. Annoyance at the fact he couldn't read her emotions or thoughts very well. And then a bit of hurt as he'd just had the best night of his life, sex filled evenings included, and all she wanted to do was talk about what concerned her so she had to come to him in the first place.
It was the last emotion that stayed.
He moved back from her, taking away the warmth from his right arm and chest. Then moved his left hand, the one on her stomach, away, pushing her hip lightly so she'd get the message 'Stay away from me. Don't touch me.' He left between them at least two feet of space.
"Slept with you didn't I? Had to of been bad, or must have been dead drunk to allow it."
He had about two seconds of satisfaction when he saw the hurt look on her face, but some how it didn't stay. Like many things in his life this sick sadistic pleasure that came from others pain dwindled also. And seemed to hurt him self because he'd caused pain for such a girl as Ginny.
But he needed this. He needed to be his old self with her even if it was just for a moment. So then he muttered something about Weasleys and their filth, then something about burning the linen.
Ginny, was still stationary from loss of contact with him, she was cold now. And when she'd heard his voice saying those words, she almost didn't believe it. She allowed her self to look hurt, but then with the other comments she bowed her head pretending not to hear him at all.
Slowly she scooted out from under the covers, and pulled her knees up to her chest. She didn't want to look at him, not any more.
Boy could she pick 'em. First Harry, who she didn't even need to get started on. Then Collin who kept drooling after Lavender. And now the worst of the worst, Draco Malfoy. She couldn't even excuse her self let alone her actions this time.
"We don't…" Ginny stopped, and focussed on her crystal that still sat on his dresser. "…We don't have to collect right now. Maybe you would like some time to get ready for your day first? I know it's been hard this last night over all, I'm sorry."
He couldn't believe it. He was the one who dragged her out of bed at an ungodly hour, fell sleep while waiting, insulted her as soon as she woke up, and /she/ was apologizing to /him/. This was to unbelievable even for Draco. But he wasn't going to say anything, she wanted to be guilty? Then so be it.
"I'll be back in a few minutes." He got up, and went to take a shower. And as he walked away from her she raised her eyes, and was rewarded with what she's wanted to see ever since they began meeting. On his back, shoulders mostly, were scars. Some thicker than others, looking like they'd come from gashes and knife wounds. Some ran parallel in such straight lines, even she could put two and two together, they were from a belt. Others as fine as thread, 'Made by finger nails?' she wondered. If she'd thought his skin was pale before, the scars even though white, seemed to stand out on him.
A mosaic of pain, in a poetic sense.
But once there, it was gone in a flash.
He slammed the door shut behind him.
Ginny lay down to wait.
The first thing Draco did was take a hot shower, and then after thinking of what Ginny and him could have done in his bed, he took a cold shower. But by the time he re-entered the room he was more calm and collected then he had been before. After analyzing the whole conversation, Draco had come to the conclusion that she was more concerned then annoyed at coming down to see him.
Walking out of the lavatory with a towel around his shoulders, and a pair of Hogwarts uniform pants he went to look through his drawers for a shirt. Ginny looked twice and blinked, his scars…they were gone!
'Wait, it's probably a glamour he puts on every morning.' This made sense to her. For as many beds as he's been in surely some one was bound to notice. Well, Draco couldn't find a shirt he wanted so he damned his dresser several times then went to look through his closet. Grabbing a shirt, sox and a pair of shoes he went to sit on the bed, which Ginny still sat upon, to get ready.
"Do you always do that?"
"Do /what/?"
"Do /that/? With your hair I mean."
After all of the clothes searching, and getting ready Draco had gotten out of the shower about 15 minutes before, his hair now hung in drying strands around his face. He hadn't had time to do anything with it because he was in a hurry. It wasn't to long, but long enough for his to slick it back when he wanted. Since his fifth year he'd been giving the hair jell a break once and a while, just leaving his blonde hair to settle over his eyes. It was kind of cute…in a puppy dog sort of way.
"Hmmm, let me do something with it."
Draco's eyes widened, "Excuse me?"
"I said 'let me do something with it', I've cut a boys hair before."
He frowned a bit at being called a 'boy', then answered "No way in hell…you'd probably cut my hair to look like your git of a brother's."
She had been sitting cross legged in a nest of blankets but now she stood and put her hands on her hips, "I would /not/! I'm don't /like/ to torture people."
Ginny walked up to him and took a damp strand of hair in her hand, looking at the length. "Yes, I know the perfect thing. /come one/, a change would be nice wouldn't it."
Draco looked past her right shoulder, he does that when he's thinking, she noticed.
When his gaze shifted back to her he had an answer. "If you tell me /exactly/ what you are going to do, and while your doing it. Alright?" Draco gave her a warning glance, she could tell he was thinking 'you had better not screw this up, and if you do there will be pain…a lot of pain…'
The pair walked up to Gryffondor tower, Draco waiting out side, while Virginia ran inside to get a few 'tools'. Draco was a prefect so they went to the prefects' bathroom. Making sure to lock the door several times, she rolled up her sleeves and set to work.
It took her a almost two hours having to stop every few seconds and explain what she was doing then harassing Draco into doing what she wanted him to do. And explaining what a buzz cut was and how she was going to do it (with the help of Colon's hair cutting set…after all he'd had 11 years of 'regular' haircuts, it just seems right that way).
Then there was the dye, which she wasn't going to fool around with. It was just easier to take out her wand and perform a spell, which she did. It could also change colors, and disapear completely.
It fit him perfectly, blending in with the 'bad boy' attitude the girls loved so much. When she showed him the mirror he smiled and said "Wicked." And looking at her he said, "I guess I'll keep you a little bit longer Weasley." Gin's response was a small snort.
In the mirror He saw that his hair was /much/ shorter now. On the top of his head his hair was about 1 inch long, then got even shorter down by the nape of his neck. Ginny had done something with hair gel too, making little spikes every where, and the tips of the spikes were dyed blue. But she'd kept the front pieces of hair long so they dropped down over his forehead, and over the side some. (A/n: I don't know boys hair cuts…I mean you just start cutting till it's short right? So I have no clue how this would look on Draco…)
But the real test was walking into the great hall. Ginny had already left, returning supplies, then to eat breakfast, not mentioning the dream once. As he did walk into the great hall every one fell silent, he was keeping his cool exterior but on the inside he was grinning like a cheshire cat. 'I owe you one Gin…'
'Speaking of Gin, where was she?' he spotted her sitting next to Potter and Granger, only she was looking at him already, smiling. He gave a half smile and winked.
Immediately girls started whispering. Obviously this new look had an impact.
Well soon the whispers turned to bickering, but it was attention, which was good enough for him. That morning, instead of pushing eggs around his plate, he actually ate something. Yes, this was actually a good morning, considering. Now all he had to do was piss off Potter and Co. and this day would be perfect…
Later that same morning he got his chance. Although it didn't turn out to be as he expected.
"What is your problem Malfoy? Daddy not pay enough attention to you when you were little…or maybe he paid /to much/ attention to you…." Ron insinuation had hit a nerve some where, Draco was now livid, but before he could do anything…
"Ronald, why don't you just shut your bloody mouth for once? Just because you fantasize about Harry Potter doesn't mean every one else swings that way." Ginny's words rang out in the entrance hall, and every one was deadly silent. The surrounding crowds and students seated at their tables had heard Ginny's comeback. No one moved. Then Harry turned to Ron and yell, "WHAT?!", while Ron turned an interesting shade of red.
Draco and Gin left every one to their own ideas. With a rumor like that out, no one would remember the comments made by Ron. They were walking down a corridor when he pulled her aside.
She smiled slightly, a friendly smile, "What is it?" He looked at her, at his feet, then back again.
"…Thank You…" He said the words as if he was speaking a new language, an unfamiliar pronunciation, "You…you didn't have to do that. Hell you could have stood up for him and not me…but you didn't. And…I thank you."
This was new to him. He felt like she actually gave a damn. With this morning she hadn't given up on him after he threw his silent tantrum and rude comments, she still is ok to be close to him even though she knows what is father has done. She judges the person, not their appearance, and that was important to him. It was like some revelation in his mind.
Her smile grew wider, and she leaned forward and kissed his cheek lightly. "Any time Draco." She started walking again, but he was in shock, lifting a hand to his cheek like he wasn't sure if what happened was real or not.
"Draco? You coming? We're gonna be late for class."
"Uh, yeah." He jogged a bit before catching up to her, A genuine grin on his face.
After that interesting morning, things were different. Ginny was used to it by now, already coming to terms with the fact she in some way likes him. But for Draco it was extremely uncomfortable. And now that he knew he "kind of" liked her he definitely didn't want to tell her about his dreams. To him it mattered before because he just didn't trust her, but now…would she want to be near him if she kept hearing about his past? This question in particular haunted him, as he couldn't change his past no matter how much he wanted to.
But his worries were gone because that night, with difficulty, he told her of his dream that happened the previous night. Then he explained his worst fears, and what he did to deal with what he'd done willingly. It was the most personal thing he'd shared with any one. And it actually meant something to him that she listened carefully, adding little comments and asking the right questions.
'What is happening…?' he thought, but then went back to his story.
"I only tried to kill my self once…but I knew that escape would be to easy. He'd never let me leave that way, it would be a disgrace on our family name."
Ginny scooted closer, they were in his room now leaning against the headboard, talking "You should tell some one. You really should."
"I /can't/…you don't understand, and I don't expect you to either, so just leave it be." He covered his eyes with his right hand. It was all so frustrating. She picked up his left hand and smoothed out the palm, lightly she traced the lines. Then when she got to his wrist she stopped starring at the jagged unnatural line, a scar from when he slit his wrists. She playfully kissed it, lightly brushing her lips against his skin, and he couldn't help but shiver.
Ginny looked up, "I won't hate you for what he's done to you, I know that's what you're thinking. And I know you are strong as you've survived this far. He'll get his, I promise you."
And he believed her. Virginias eyes were so…cold. She could have been capable of anything.
It was the night before their trip, she shouldn't be worrying about anything but forgetting to pack things…but something was happening, she could feel it. Not to Draco, not that alarm kind of feeling. It's like…something is crawling around your insides, or claws gently scraping down your back. She knew it was a calling, but to where?
~"….the forest…."~
The forest? Was that the voice, or her mind? If it was Him he would not enjoy waiting to long. Ginny didn't have time to think she needed to leave /now/. She stood from the common room chair, which she was seated in.
"Where you going Gin?" Who asked that question? She was to out of it to match the voice with a face. She had to leave at this very moment, she couldn't keep him waiting! Looking around her eyes landed on a boy sitting near by, the only one looking at her was Harry. Right, the one whom /would/ be an inconvenience.
"Oh, I think I forgot something in the library…I'm not sure. I'm going to go look for it." Ginny turned to leave, hoping she could get away.
"It's a bit late to be going to the library isn't it? And the lost and found is going to close up in about 5 minutes."
What was with this concern? Or was he just plain stupid? She told him she was going didn't she? Was he calling her a liar!? Well…technically…
~'…the forest…/now/…'~
Fuck it.
Ginny tried not to narrow her eyes, and managed a sweet smile, "Well then, I guess I'd better run." And so she did.
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"I'm glad you decided to show up tonight."
"I come when called, but I did not have my crystal on tonight. I apologize for my tardiness." She bowed her head, hoping he wasn't angry with her.
"Very well, I suppose." Lucius circled the small girl. "And how are /things/?"
Ginny snorted, "You mean has he fucked me yet?"
"Yes, that to." He gave a small smile.
"Everything is fine. I've collected a good amount so far. But I need more for what He is asking. I don't want to take evrythi-"
"Why not?" He stood behind her now. Hands on her shoulders, making little circles with his thumbs. She hadn't brought a cloak, but she doubted that's why she was shivering.
"Lucius, are you willing to give up your son?" Ginny was a bit taken aback. Draco was, after all, his heir. And not to mention his /only/ heir.
"Any thing for the cause." His hands ran across her shoulder blades then a bit under her arms.
He was going to 'explore' further but her statement made him go still. "I know what you do to Draco."
There was a short pause, then, "He trusts you that much now? You move quickly, I'll give you that."
His hands started to move again, but she distracted him one more time, "No, he doesn't trust me. It's what his nightmares are made of, you and what you've done to him."
He surprised her by laughing, actually /laughing/ about something like that.
"Yes, well, I didn't give him anything he didn't want. Most nights he came as well." Lucius' hands moved around to her breasts. Ginny just held her breath, this wasn't over and she couldn't leave until she got every piece of information. He took one of his hands and placed it on hers moving it behind her to rub his erection through his pants. Then went back to touching her as she obediently continued the motion.
"Any news from our Lord?"
Lucius was a bit preoccupied with his hands, now under her bra pinching her nipples, but he managed an answer "Nothing worth noting."
"I'm in need of a new crystal." Ginny rubbed her hand against him a little bit faster as his hand found it's way up her skirt and between her legs. Despite her self she gasped, and then moaned a bit.
Lucius grinned then pressed his body more against hers, loving the feeling if her small hand touching him. "You'll have a new one sent as soon as possible."
"Alright then." At first she was to distracted to really process that the meeting was over. Slowly she wiggled out of his grasp, and turned around buttoning up the top buttons on her shirt. He was smiling.
"You know, I could be getting allot more from you than what I am now."
Ginny almost smiled back, "Yes, maybe you could…But Tom wouldn't like that, now would he?"
Lucius scowled, and changed the subject quickly, "You need to give the boy something…something meaningful, if you want him to give you something in return."
She gave a short nod, "I know what you speak of. And I need time to plan."
There was barely space between them now as he walked toward her. "Then go. Plan. Do what you need to. Just do not forget-"
"I /know/ Lucius. Trust me I know. I can't get it off my bloody mind."
He raised an eyebrow, "You feel compassion, how…quaint."
"Please, don't remind me. I'll put my plans into action. Can you handle following through?"
"Yes, of course." He placed a strand of her hair behind her ear, "Can you?"
"You can bet you life on it."
He gave her one last rough kiss before she pushed away and ran back to the castle.
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He was lying on his bed shivering in the cold, eyes closed against the flickering light of a candle sitting on his nightstand.
He couldn't see, but he felt the presence of his father around him, watching him out of the shadows, waiting for something.
This permanent staring made him anxious, and frightened him more than everything else. 'What was he planning for tonight? Something different, more painful than before? No…nothing could possibly be more painful than before.'
Footsteps neared. In a sudden burst of panic Draco pressed his lips together suppressing a scream. His heart rate picked up, and he clenched his fists.
Then silence. Again Lucius stared at him without saying a single word.
Maybe when he didn't move, maybe when he pretended to sleep then he would leave him alone…
A warm hand touched his face but still Draco refused to open his eyes.
'Pretend you were not here, pretend to sleep.' The hand wandered over his neck and chest, stroking in soft motions the silky skin beneath its fingertips.
'Never let him know you are awake. Never show fear.' Fingers were brushing against the waistband of his pajama-bottoms sending fearful shivers through his body.
'Don't react. Don't react. Don't react.' The hands were stroking his now exposed member in harsh movements making him pant slightly and then moan in unwanted pleasure.
"I know you enjoy this, little dragon." Lucius brought his mouth next to Draco's ear. His tongue licked over the boy's jaw, savoring his taste. "Never forget you are mine."
Lucius' pressed his lips against Draco's forcing his mouth open. His tongue ravished the wet heat mercilessly.
Draco struggled in a helpless attempt to free himself, knowing that everything would become worse if he succeeded in breaking free.
His father backed away returning to stare at the horrified boy. "You will not deny me, Draco."
They stared at each other, gray eyes meeting equally gray ones. Then Draco lowered his gaze admitting his defeat.
Lucius waited until Draco turned around, then he lowered himself onto the silently weeping boy.
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Some one was holding him down, Draco could feel it. He had to get up, he had to get away before /he/ came. Before he was found. He struggled but discovered he couldn't move his arms or legs. NO, no, no, no, no….Please not again….
But then it stopped, the coldness that had over took his body so many times had receded. He felt some one holding him, stroking his hair and whispering. What were they saying? A distinctly female voice repeated, "……only for tonight, just this one time…shhhh, sleep now…..You're ok…I'm here….." For the first time in a long time, Draco drifted off into a peaceful and fulfilling sleep for an entire night. He dreamt Ginny slept beside him and chased away his nightmares….
(Another A/N): this isn't proof read, sorry! I forgot I was spose to put this up today and I didn't have a bloody thing written out! This is the best I could throw together. So be happy yall got to read /something/ and review!!! ;o)
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