Hello. I'm Rayne and this is my first story on this account. PLEASE review if you like my story…PLEASE. Thanks.
This is going to be an A/U (Alternate universe) fic, but I'll try to make the characters stay somewhat true to themselves. This is going to revolve around Draco, withsome twists thrownin there. That's all…PLEASE review. Thank you.
Rayne
The Moments That Change Our Lives
Chapter 1
Runaway
Prologue
Ginny stormed out of her room with a bag over her back. She had had enough of her brothers and their damned over-protectiveness. Who are they to determine who I can date? Hell, they would lock me in my room wearing a bag if they could. Damn them!
Her mother came running after her as she left the house. "Ginny! Dear! Come back! I'm sure they didn't mean it! They're only looking after you! Give them a break. Ginny!" When Ginny didn't turn around after she begged, her mother shouted. "Ginevra Miriam Weasley! As your mother, I order you to turn around this instant. Stop walking NOW, young lady." Her face was beginning to turn a brilliant shade of crimson.
"I am no longer a Weasley. I renounce you all as my family. I am Ginevra. Just Ginevra. Good bye." With that, she left the Weasley property, and name, forever.
1 Month Later
Draco Malfoy was leaving Knockturn Alley when a pretty young girl caught his eye. She was slowly pulling her skirt up her thigh to reveal her long legs. With a smirk and a glint in her eyes, she invited him to join her. "Sir, you seem to be in need of some companionship. Can I assist you in any way?" Her shirt was drooping dangerously low.
"Whore, I have no time for you. Leave me be and find some other desperate man to 'assist.' " He shoved her aside roughly and continued on for another few feet, but the whore was persistent.
"Sir, I know I could please you. It won't cost much and I have a lovely room arranged. It will be good for both of us." She adopted a pleading look on her face and pressed herself into him.
Draco tried to resist her charms, but his body had other things in mind. "I see you do need companionship," cried the whore joyfully. "Come, we will entertain ourselves elsewhere." She led him to another small alleyway. The sign read, "Welcome to Naught Alley. May your stay bring joy and peace to you and your body." In a dark liquid, someone had scribbled, "parts," hastily after the "body."
Draco was in shock. He had never seen this alley before in his life. He was one of the most well-known wizards in England, and this common whore was showing him a new place. Well, he would simply have to find more whores then, wouldn't he?
"This way, my dear." The whore led him past beautiful houses full of tapestries and silks. "We won't be going in there. Only truly desperate men would pay that much. You sir, need only the comforts of my home." She led him past smaller, shabbier houses, full of only pillows and empty bottles. In several, men still lay under the sheets, exhausted from their exertions. "We won't be going there either, deary." Next, she led him past the common brothels, full of scantily clad women and un-clad men. At the very end of the alley lay a small, dark brothel. Its sign, barely hanging to its post, read, "Angels of Night, Pleasures for All the Senses."
Inside, they came to a large atrium. Dozens of doors led out from the sides. The woman took him to one and put her key in the lock. They entered and Draco was immediately glad he chose to come with the woman. Her bed was enormous, covered in silks and pillows. She lit several candles that smelled of everything and anything good and sensual. The woman removed her outer coat to show her lingerie. Draco's eyes took in everything and his mind reeled.
"Why don't you just, pull off that cloak and we can get to know each other," she whispered. With that, they tumbled onto the bed and by midnight, they knew each other quite well.
The next morning, Draco opened his eyes, and for a moment, he forgot where he was. Then it all came back to him. He was in a dirty brothel in an unfamiliar alley with a woman he knew nothing about. "Damn this all. Damn her and damn me. Where the hell am I?"
A voice to the right of the bed replied, "In the castle of Hogwarts, my Lord."
Draco looked to the place the voice was coming from. He saw a man wearing a long, embroidered coat and knee-length pants. "Holy shit. Who the fuck are you?"
"Sir, I am your manservant, Blaise. Are you well, sir?" The man had a true look of concern on his face and had started to the door.
"Blaise? As in, Blaise Zabini?"
"Yes, sir."
"Holy hell."
"SHH! The king is about."
"The king! What the fuck happened!"
"Sir. I don't know what you believe, but last night, you came here with a woman and she left shortly after the first watch. I believe she was a concubine of your father's."
"Humor me, Blaise. Who is my father?"
The servant began to chuckle. "You must be in a good mood this morning, sir. Such jesting might get you mistaken for the court jester. Your father is the king. King Lucius. Of England."
Draco's shock was almost palpable. "Humor me once again," he said airily, his voice full of disbelief. "What century is it?"
Again, Blaise chuckled. "The seventeenth, my lord."
Draco sank onto his bed in a dead faint.
At the other end of the palace, another person woke to an unfamiliar bed. She reached over to try to wake the man from the previous night, but found no one. She sat up suddenly and looked around. She was no longer in her room. She was in a small, dark, stone-walled, closet-like room. The door on the opposite side of the room seemed to be the only form of decoration in the entire quarters. She looked to see what she was wearing and found it also wasn't what it had been the night before. She was no longer wearing her cheap lingerie. She was wearing silken undergarments and nothing else. A robe lay on the chair next to her bed, so she reached over and put it on.
When she stepped into the hall outside, she found another area as barren as her room. She walked down the hall until she came to a larger chamber. A woman stepped in front of her and crossed her arms.
"Concubines are not allowed into the main area of the castle on holidays."
"Excuse me, concubines?"
"Yes. You, slut, are a concubine. Now, turn yourself around and go back to your quarters. The men have no need of you on this day." She found herself being shoved down the hall in the direction from which she came. She was pushed into her room and she heard the door locking before she could utter a word of protest.
She began to bang on the door, screaming for help. "Something's wrong! I'm not a concubine! I'mnot supposed to be here! I only wanted to work in the alley until I could save up enough money to go to America! I shouldn't be here! Someone, HELP ME!"
The door was flung open violently, hitting the girl square across her body. She was thrown to the ground. The woman from earlier stood in the doorway, looking fierce. "Why are you screaming, whore? Have we not provided enough for you! Is it not enough that you sleep with the prince, but you also are allowed your own room in the palace!"
"I never slept with a prince. I don't live in a palace. I don't belong here. Let me go!"
"Listen to me. You are a concubine. Last night, June 20, 1667, you slept with Prince Draco of England. You live here. Obviously, you drank too much strong spirit. Tomorrow, you will continue your job at the Solstice dinner. For now, you remain in here until I call for you."
"But what am I supposed to do while I'm in here?"
"I don't know. Whatever you normally do. Sleep, talk to yourself, practice things. Whatever you like."
"Are there other people I can talk to?"
"Well, there are, but you aren't allowed to talk to them."
"Why?"
"Because you're a whore. I don't have to allow you to do anything." The woman stomped out of the room and locked the door and locked the door once again.
The girl lay on the bed and cried. She cried all her frustrations out until she fell into the merciful arms of sleep.
Thank you for reading. PLEASE PLEASE review. I know it's fairly obvious where I'm going with this story for now, but I'd still like some feedback. For those of you who didn't understand, the holiday they were talking about was the Summer Solstice. It is celebrated on June 21, and in France, it was represented by a woman riding a horse. (Forgive me if my history is off.) Now it is only mainly celebrated by Wiccans. We celebrate it as a cleansing time and a time to celebrate the sun. French (I believe) only celebrated it as a time of fertility and the middle of the growing season.
Thank you!
Rayne
