Turncoat Mysteries

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, except Lyra Exotica, everything else is JKR's.

When Draco awoke, Ginny was gone. His eyes scoured the prefect's bathroom for any dash of fiery hair, but she was definitely not there. He stared around the bath; towels were strewn on the floor, and his coconut bra and grass skirt lay crumpled in a heap.

"Where did she go?" He wondered aloud to no one in particular. He thought back to the passion of the past night's events, and the soft, honest words they had spoken to each other. "Why would she leave without waking me first?"

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The sound of her bare feet tapping the cold marble hallways alarmed her at first, but it was hours before sunrise, let alone breakfast. There was surely no one else there. But if there was, it would certainly have been a suspicious sight, go there was innocent Ginny Weasley, running barefoot down the corridors, bite marks on her neck, her hair mussed up, and her blouse very disheveled. She was clutching her bathrobe, and her magicked swimsuit, as she scurried worriedly to the Gryffindor Common Room.

"The-Dark-Lord-will-fall-not-Potter" she hurriedly whispered, out of breath from the long sprint. "The-dark-lord-will-fall-not-Potter!" she frantically spoke. "Ah, Damn it!! Lumos!" Her wand created just enough light to make the portrait snorted awake loudly.

"Urrglrr. who's-unk-there-mpfk?!"

"The-Dark-Lord-will-fall-not-Potter!!!" Ginny said for a third time, practically hissing it through her teeth.

"How do you like the child prodigy making up the passwords again?" the Fat Lady said conversationally.

"JUST OPEN UP!" she hissed.

"Fine, fine.but the mermaids by the bath will tell me what you'd been up to, anyways," and with that she swung open revealing the home safe opening leading back to her warm, cozy bed, where she would promptly do many very powerful cosmetic charms to cover up all of the passion purpuras that Draco left her.

Ginny had never seen the Common Room so still and calm as it was then. The embers of a slowly burning fire were casting a shadowy appearance on the room. her eyes scanned the serenely ominous room one last time, shedding herself of any fearful whim, climbed the staircase to the girls dorm quietly.

"Oompf," she quietly sighed, collapsing onto her welcoming bed. She was quite exhausted after such an exhilarating encounter.

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Wearily, Draco stumbled into the Great Hall for breakfast. The commotion died down for a moment, everyone glancing at him, then returning to their meals and conversations. He fervently scanned the Gryffindor table, but no spark of scarlet flame satisfied his hunger for seeing her once more. The Gryffindor table looked barren and desolate without her dash of fire to create jovial tintinnabulation in his ears. He grudgingly slumped into his usual seat, glowering at the unappealing food appearing before him.

"I can't eat without her!" he sighed to himself.

Just then, Dumbledore stood up, and said with a magically magnified voice, "Students, may I have your attention please!"

All heads in the Great Hall turned towards him with curiosity.

"I am please to announce the arrival of a new student from Beauxbatons. Her name is Lyra Exotica."

Draco's eyes widened as he focused on the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen. She was stimulatingly perfect in everyway. Veelas would seethe with jealousy at the classy elegance and sheer sexiness of the way her deep purple cloak billowed out behind her dramatically as she walked, allowing a peak of her thigh high boots that came up to meet the edge of her form fitting (and what a form to fit!) black lace dress; her mocha skin exposed lusciously. They would spit fire out of being second place when her piercing violet eyes laughed at their comparative incompetence.

As she strutted on perfect cue into the Great Hall, her cloak cascaded down to almost brush the floor. As she reached Headmaster Dumbledore, her long locks of midnight tossed upon her shoulders, and emphasized the bronze in her skin, and the contrast with her vibrant and intriguing violet eyes. A proud look of satisfaction played upon her full and oh-so-kissabley-tasty looking lips.

"Bonjour, Profezor Dumbleedor. Eet ees nice to be 'ere." She looked away from the Headmaster and glanced across her audience. Suddenly, her electric eyes met Draco's steely grey look of lusty awe. Her eyes seemed to penetrate straight through him, probing his every secret, every weakness. Every thought, question, or hope of Ginny was ousted from him as he locked the gaze between them.

"..Such a powerful color.." he admired to himself, though somehow he thought she knew what he was thinking, especially when she slowly blinked to emphasize her long lashes.

"Miss Exotica, I am not sure how students are sorted into dormitories at Beauxbatons, but here we use an enchanted hat," Dumbledore explained. "Professor McGonagall is waiting for you, over there." He directed her focus to a clearing and a lone stool; upon sat an old tattered and frayed wizard's hat.

"Her voluptuous bosom bounced with every seductive strut. Never taking her intense eyes off of Draco, and never missing a step. She slid onto the seat and Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on her magnificent tendrils of darkness, which at this point were styled jauntily past her shoulders. Almost instantly, there was a shower of sparks and the hat shouted, "SLYTHERIN!"

She stood with utter confidence, and handed the hat back to the Professor.

"Miss Exotica, I understand Beauxbatons already had a farewell feast in your honor. You may go to your dormitory to settle, if you wish."

"Merco, Profezor, I am mozt grateful for zis 'ozpitalitee. I would like to retire, eef zat ees okay."

"It is the pleasure of both schools to have this exchange program finally utilized. I'll send one of our Slytherin prefects to show you to the dormitories." With those formal words, the politely curt Minerva McGonagall walked briskly around the table, leaving this mysterious foreigner to be groveled to by fellow Slytherins. McGonagall walked directly to Draco, tapped him once on the shoulder, and knowing he had been eavesdropping, she didn't bother to elaborate. He rose and attempted to gather himself, for Lyra had left him breathless.

"Hello, Miss Exotica, I am Draco Malfoy, you've probably heard of me. The Malfoys are one of the most prestigious wizarding families in Europe."

"Of courz I've 'eard of zee Malfoys. One of zee most powerful wizarding families in Europe would not go overlooked by another. I am pleased to meet you." She leaned on the table suggestively, exposing some of her tender cleavage.

Draco tried to stifle his erection. "Well, I've been asked to show you to the dormitories."

"Oui, oui! I vould enjoy zat," she spoke slowly and breathily, "...very much." She enunciated her heavily accented words slowly.

She rose, and they glided down the hallways, arm in arm, chatting casually.

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Ginny jolted awake, gasping.

"I'm going to miss breakfast!" she cried as she glanced at the clock. Her roommates had already left, so she threw on her robes and dashed out of the dormitories. She raced down the hallways, the luxurious mass of scarlet-fire curls billowing behind her. Just as she turned the corner she crashed into two taller people. Falling to the floor, she tried to gather her belongings.

"I'm so sorry! I'm just in a hurry... are you okay?" she babbled. When no one answered, she raised her head. Her deep chocolate eyes locked with a pair of astonished, stormy grey crystal ones. "Draco!" she gasped.

Then her eyes drifted towards the creature grasping his arm. She was drop dead gorgeous, a transfer student, no doubt... but WHY was she grasping Draco's arm?

"And WHO are YOU?" she inquired huffily, trying to suppress her blooming rage.

"I am Lyra Exotica. I am zee new tranzfer studen' from Beauzbatons. It is wonderful to meet a friend of Draco's!" she said in a silky voice.

Ginny thought she saw a glint of challenge in her rare and gorgeous eyes.

"I can't believe you..." Ginny whispered to Draco, tears leaking from her large, delicate eyes. She roughly shoved him and tried to run. As she took a second hurried and forceful step, pushing past them, he grabbed her arm.

"Excuse me Miss Weasley, but you should show more respect to a Prefect, and especially to our guest."

Ginny's eyes grew wider. She was crushed inside; vulnerable and devastated. Her eyes revealed her fright at her own stupidity, and at the venom in Draco's words. How could she have been such an idiot as to believe the things he said to her?

Why did she want to believe them?

Draco maintained his flirtatious air about himself with Lyra, and kept his cool as the the broken redhead ran haphazardly back to her dormitory.

"You did not know zat girl, zen, Draco?" Lyra inquired with a faux- innocence, for she saw the answer in Ginny's grandiose eyes.

"I've seen her before. There are only so many hallways in this grand castle." He lead Lyra down the stairs to the dungeons. The air grew slightly cooler, providing just the excuse Lyra needed to work her figure closer and closer to Draco's body.