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Chapter 8 - Battles for His True Love
Ginny slowly walked into the Great Hall. It was alight and glittering with intricate decorations, dazzling her. Everyone looked so different! So fresh and pristine; their delightful laughter floating about the room. As she continued walking, the crowd parted for her, staring with wide, admiring eyes at her enchanting beauty.
Then it hit her. That electric blue jolt of emotion that had snared her a short weeks ago, and led to this whole affair.
There was Draco, standing but brightly amongst his fellow Slytherins. He was stunningly handsome, her Prince in black leather.
"Oh King of my heart… I must not let you see how I long for your touch." She whispered, as she twirled into the wide-eye stares and onto the dance floor. She smiled charmingly across the dance floor to the Colin Creevy who, as luck may have it, had seemingly magically transformed into a deliciously sexy, tall curly-haired Colin Creevy. A small gasp escaped Ginny's lips. He was handsome and appeared to be wearing a retro suit. She cascaded across the dance floor, right up to him, and to the surprise of many. She leaned toward his ear. "Colin," she whispered breathily, "I need a favor."
All faces were gawking at her choice, and Seamus hurriedly grabbed Lavender Brown's hand and pulled her onto the dance floor. Was that Ajamacraja tangoing with Neville?
No! Ajamacraja was avidly flirting with a statue of Boris the Bewildered, which had been appropriately moved into the Great Hall as a decoration for the masquerade. Already quite tipsy from too much butterbeer, she appeared to believe that Boris was a real person. She chatted with him, occasionally blowing kisses with her round, cherry lips, and letting her boobs bounce attractively. She stroked his shoulder, and eventually it made its way down to Boris's stone crouch.
"Anything for you, Ginny," Colin said, letting his newfound confidence show in his heroic smile.
"Oh Colin! I've been so confused lately! I got involved in this entangling romance with a guy who's in this very hall…. Dance with me; let's make him jealous!" She said persuasively rubbed his hands.
"Of course, Ginny. I would be delighted! But I would like to ask a small favor in return…" he grinned again.
"Gerroff!" The Black Pansy said agitatedly, as she pushed her ginger-colored cat off of her lap and onto the floor. She always became testy when she had to try and stuff her bushy, brown mane into her costume; she was late and had run out of Sleekeazy's hair tonic.
"There must be an easier way to conceal my identity. Everyone knows me by my hair… Luckily they've already started to confuse me with Pansy Parkinson. A cunning feat on my part, if I do say so, myself. She's a Slytherin. Typical." With that, she momentarily forgot her hair problems and laughed to herself at her own cleverness.
She turned to peer into her crystal call. A vision of Lyra Exotica, in her sheer gown appeared, looking blurry, as if underwater. The only thing that stood out was her shiny silver ribbon, entwined around her slender neck.
"There it is, my handiwork, a ribbon made out of the purest of evil intentions, doing what the wearer so desperately desires…" The Black Pansy muttered to herself. "Pure evil is beautiful."
Lyra Exotica stood in the center of the Great Hall, elegantly posed. A group of gawking boys were crowding around her, begging for a dance. The sheer, soft gauze of her dress clung to her body, fully exposing her, except for miniscule lacy blue panties and bra. She ignored the boys, and carefully touched her neck, making sure the silver necklace was still in place.
"Err… L-L-Lyra? C-can I t-talk to you?" a blushing, sky Pansy Parkinson begged. She bashfully played with a strand of her thin, blonde hair.
"Why would you want to talk to me?" Lyra asked in mock-innocence.
"I was w-w-wondering if you could stop flirting with my b-b-boyfriend, Blaise…" she stuttered, looking utterly frightened.
All of a sudden, Lyra spotted Ginny. "That wench, I see her eyeing Draco! Eet's time for action!" she thought to herself and shoved Pansy's frail body out of the way, blonde hair flying.
"You like her?" Ginny was awe-struck.
"So! You like him! He's evil! He's… a Malfoy!" exclaimed Colin
Ginny stood taken aback by Colin's declaration. "He's not evil! He's misunderstood. He really has ch--"
"He left you for Lyra Exotica!" Colin's eyes glazed over a little, and he seemed to be taken over by some evil force.
"Colin? Colin, what's wrong with you? Colin!" Why does he get that dreamy look on his face when that tart is mentioned? Suddenly, Ginny remembered the piercing glares that Lyra was giving her, and the equally as glaring silver necklace. The necklace! It must be Dark Magic!
In one swift motion, Ginny slapped Colin as hard as she could across his face and he shook violently, as if waking from a nightmare.
"Ginny! What happened? I was…" A look of realization came across his face. "I was… That doesn't make sense! I was just dancing with Lyra Exotica…"
"Oh no! Colin, tell me, what do you remember?"
"She was wearing this shiny, silver necklace… it was very pretty. I couldn't keep my eyes off of it."
"It is the necklace!" Ginny gasped. She lowered the volume of her voice a significant amount. "You have to promise me not to think about Lyr--her. Her necklace is enchanted to control the minds of men who things about her... and it probably has other evil powers, too."
"But my point was, with L- her aside, Draco still left you!"
"No, no, can't you see, Colin? If Lyra has the ability to deal with Dark Magic and not be affected, then she must've used it on Draco when she first arrived here. Whenever she's away, Draco is…a different person. He told me, in the dungeons when he and Seamus were fighting, he loves me!"
"Alright, I'll help you, but don't forget about talking with Ajamacraja about me." He offered her his arm, escorting her out onto the dance floor.
"You have good taste, as far as daft bimbos go. Do you know how to tango?" She took his arm and they began to salsa, flaunting Ginny as much as their combined efforts could. This has to win him back, she thought as she swayed, swiveled, and shook in all the right places. As they twirled toward the center of the dance room, the students moved to form a wide circle around them. The students gasped and cheered as Ginny and Colin performed fast, complicated moves with incredible grace.
Suddenly, Draco pushed his way into the circle. He brushed his hair out of his eyes, and cleared his throat. "May I cut in to this dance?"
Colin grinned mischievously at s stunned Ginny. "Of course!"
Draco manfully encircled her waist with his hands and spun her body around, just as he had their first night in the prefect's bath. She elegantly placed her hand of his shoulder, and their fingers interlocked as if they were two puzzle pieces, meant to fit together. She grinned saucily up at him, their fire and ice gazes clashed passionately.
"Are you ready to salsa?" he purred seductively.
She leaned in to him, standing up to his challenge. "Ready when you are!"
With a defiantly forward step, she became even closer to him. At that instant, he spun her with a quick motion, her gown fluttering around her legs, and making her appear to float, or perhaps she was floating in such intimate circumstances. Brought back down to earth with a jolt, their hips swayed seductively in unison, their back arched and rhythmic to the steamy salsa; their eyes never glanced away-- not even for a fraction of a second-- unless he was spinning her petite and spicy body. They danced across the floor and the voyeurs parted like the Red Sea for Moses. This dance was so epic it was holy, and so hedonistic and dangerous that they became the Prince and Princess of darkness themselves until--
"Students! Students!" Professor McGonagall stumbled into the Great Hall and appeared to be 10 years younger, clad in a Vegas Showgirl ensemble. The masked crowd all turned and faced her, only for a more lively murmur to ricochet through the crowd. Professor McGonagall took her place at the Head table in a very feathery and scary costume. She seemed to be an exotic bird of some sort, quipped with a beakless mask, yellow fishnets, and strategically placed feathers, with dazzling red shoes. "Students, may I have your attention please!"
The crowd silenced, half in chock and half in wonder.
"Some students have expressed a desire to begin a Drama Club. They have prepared a skit for tonight. Would you please clear the dance flood so they can perform."
In this interruption, Ginny and Draco had broken apart and be sifted to opposite sides of the ballroom. As Minerva spoke these fateful words, Ginny turned bright red, Draco cursed under his breath, and Seamus paraded proudly onto stage without exactly knowing why.
Excuse me, Ms. Exotica, may I have a word?" Professor Snaked asked.
Zut! Zat silly mousy little pug-faced girl told on me! Another to on whom to seek revenge! Lyra cursed inwardly.
"A student has just complained that you were," Snape hesitated, "A bit forceful with her. Is this true?"
"Oh Prefezor, I am terribly sorry," she breathed, moving closer to him, idly playing with her necklace.
Snape's eyes momentarily focused on the necklace, then promptly glazed over.
"That's…perfectly…alright…Lyra," he picked up her delicate hand, and gave it a long, slow, wet kiss. "We shall continue this conversation in my private office…" He grabbed her arm and they dashed to his office.
The Black Pansy was done with evil for the night; it was now Lyra's turn to make the Plan work. She slipped out of her tight costume, and put on her call attire! For the ball, she was going to… a bookworm! Because, well, that's what people expected from her.
She slipped on the skintight, glittery, colorful costume. It fit her like a second skin, her bookworm skin! To complete the costume, she gave herself antennae. Then the Black Pansy brushed her bush, brown hair into a tight knot, and went to join her best friends, Harry and Ron.
"I think you're the prettier girl!"
"No, you are!"
Harry and Ron lounged in some chairs in the Great Hall, eyeing each other in their feminine attire. Complete with extravagant make up, wigs, and the sparkliest dresses you've ever seen, one could almost imagine they were females. Almost. Ron clicked his heals together and shot Harry a mischievous glance. "So… uh… You don't want to see who can dance more like a woman… go you?"
"Yeah!" Harry leapt off the chair and made his way to the dance floor, dragging Ron behind him, oddly enough, both of them seemed very comfortable on their 4-inch heels.
"Guys, wait for me!" called Hermione, entering the Great Hall.
"Oh, hi, Hermione, we were about to see who can dance more like a girl! Want to come? And what are you supposed to be?" said a grinning Harry.
"I'm… I'm… a bookworm. No, I don't want to join, you two will definitely beat me! See you later!" Hermione waved and went to find Lyra Exotica, who was nowhere in sight. Hmm, there is Ginny, and Draco! But, why isn't Lyra there stopping them?" Hermione pondered.
"Oh! Mon Dieu!" Lyra gaped at what she had just uncovered. She held his trousers in her hands as she kneeled on the ground. "Profezor, you 'ave zee biggest… zee most vell-endowed…" she breathed.
He blushed slightly and too both her hands, raising her to standing and almost eye-level to him, his intumescence slowly stiffening. She gazed into his eyes, her silver necklace reflecting in them, and he didn't know whether to focus on her flowing violet eyes, or her delicate, enchanting silver necklace. She ran her fingers sensually through his greasy, matted hair. "You want to touch me, no?" Her hands were on his, slowly gliding them down from her face to her transparent top, sliding it over her.
"Um… well… Tonight we will perform a piece written by our own, Draco Malfoy!" Ginny stuttered timidly.
Draco looked cool and collected as usually; nothing could faze a man like him. He began to describe the setting and situation: two young lovers, torn apart by conflicting families, and scheming ex-lovers. As he explained it, his metallic crystalline eyes searched Ginny's mocha-swirl ones, as if trying to make her understand something.
Draco continued, "Well, my character is Sir Booty-Bopper, Seamus is Sir BumBum, and Ginny is the elegant Princess LaLa. In this scene, Sir Booty-Bopper and Sir BumBum cattle to the death for Princess LaLa's love.
Seamus began, "Sir Booty-Bopper, Princess LaLa is destined to be with me, I treat her right!"
The honest statement shocked Draco to the core. It was time he told Ginny the truth… with a deep breath, Draco stepped closer to Ginny, and said, "Princess LaLa, you much understand how a simpleton such as this could never be worthy of your love! I mean not to pass you around as if you were a trivial bauble to be won in a dual, because you are far more than that. You, Princess LaLa, hold the key to my heard. Let not this jealous fool loud your reason. I see it in your eyes"-- which, as the moment, were beginning to water--"that you love me, too."
Ginny blinked away the small puddle of poignancy forming in her melt-in-your-mouth eyes. With a deep breath and thrusting back her shoulders, tossing her crimson hair she said in a cold, confident voice, "You may see my love in these eye of mine, but what of that harlot you so suddenly left me for? This love burns like unwanted tears, and I need to know if you are true. You have spoken with these words once before, are they honest not?"
"Princess, No!" Seamus interjected. "You know you love me, and my love is more true than anything this git has to--" Seamus was suddenly cut off my Draco punching him in the stomach. Gasps emanated from the crowd.
"Ooo, look at that! It looks so real!" cooed Lavender, like the groupie she is. Seamus stumbled for a moment, then suddenly jumped on Draco and threw him to the ground, fists flying.
"Stop!" Ginny screamed.
"I love you Sir Booty-Bopper! I miss your caress, your sweet touch! Every sinew of me craves your body! But please, how can I know you won't abandon me for a vile slut?"
"Please, Princess LaLa give me one more chance, I don't know what had come over me, and those few insignificant… hours… are hazy moments in my mind. You are my true love!" Draco was trying to hold back Seamus's aggressive flailing fists as he acted his character of Sir Booty-Bopper, or was it just an act?
"Sir BumBum, I need to talk to you!" Ginny pleaded. Seamus instantly stopped and jumped off of Draco to scoop Ginny into his arms and carry her off into the sunset. But he was stopped one of her elegant arm's length. "Sir BumBum, it is my fault that you are involved, when the truth, the honest truth I plan to confess to you in sincere utterances, at this moment… I do not love you as I love Dr-- Sir Booty-Bopper." She reddened slightly, noticing how fatal the error could have been. But it was too late, gasps and voices were coming from the audience.
"Does she mean it?" said Colin.
"I think she loves Draco," whispered Ajamacraja tipsily.
"She said Draco! It wasn't fake!" Lavender shouted.
"Uhh, What just happened?" Ron said thickly.
Draco stood and brushed off his pants, and straightened his shirt. "Ginny, will you have me?"
"Oh, Draco!" and she leapt into his arms, as they engaged in a soft, long passionate kiss.
"Oh, good thing is for Drama Club," said Ron, who had completely missed the switch in names during the last scene.
Meanwhile…
"Oh Severus! I can feel you seeds of wonder seeping into me," Lyra screamed in immense pleasure. This immense pleasure was coming from Severus's immense bulge.
He pulled himself out of her and plopped down next to her on the bed.
"Profezor Snape… may I ask you a question?"
"Of course my dear Exotica. Anything," he said silkily.
"Well, I was wondering, have you named your, um, bulge?" she asked, blushing slightly.
"Actually, yes, I've named it Dan. Dan H."
"Zat eez magical! I love Dan H.!"
"They looked deep into each other's eyes and passionately kissed, tongues fervently searching each other, her hands stroking Dan H.
"Hee! Hee!" Ginny giggled as Draco whicker her up to the third floor, to the room just past the tapestry. "Draco you are my own masked knight in shining armor!"
"And you, my darling Princess LaLa, I will forever try my best to keep you from distress." He winked at her and cut off her chiming laughter with a passionate kiss.
"Where are you taking me, darling?" she inquired softly into his angelically sculpted ear. For it was not just any ear; it was Draco's ear and was nothing short of the most beautiful ear you have ever seen. One may even call it a cavern of musical absorption.
"A place," he kept his falsetto, deep, dramatic voice, "more charming than midnight, and more dazzling than a sunset."
"Draco?"
"Yes, Ginny, my love?"
"With words like those, you could write some really bad smut."
Colin was pacing in the corner of the Great Hall frustratedly, "Why did Ginny leave? She's supposed to help me get Ajamacraja!"
Just as he finished his sentence, there was a loud crash as the statue behind him toppled to the ground.
Colin look over, there, next to the fallen statue was Ajamacraja. There was a slight blush creeping sexily up her neck. Her bright pool blue eyes were shining in drunken splendor, greasing up with lust!
Her flowing golden locks bounced luxuriously around her shoulders, in the same enticing motion as her breasts bounced while she walked swiftly over to Colin. She shoved him forcefully against the wall and said in what she thought was a whisper, the alcohol permeating her breath, "I've been looking for you, Colin Creevy."
Ginny and Draco wandered aimlessly down the hall, holding hands and smiling at each other. Soon they found themselves in front of the Slytherin common room. "Ginny, would you like to see my private room?" he asked seductively.
Ginny hesitated, "Now why would I want to see that?"
In response, Draco roughly pinned her to the wall, and whispered huskily in her ear, "Because you can't resist me, because my icy Slytherin heart cools your burning Gryffindor heart, it's exactly what you crave. You need me!"
"No, Draco, I think you've got it wrong. You're the one who can't resist me!" She pouted saucily and dashed down the hallway, clothes flying off in her wake.
"Ooooh, Severus! Oh, Severus!"
"Ms Exotica! I am your professor!"
"Pardonnez-moi, Profezor, I will not disrespect you again."
"You must be disciplined," he said smiling, and he began to spank her.
Suddenly her eyes opened with a start, a silver beam emitting from each pupil. "Draco!" She said aloud. "He must be mine!" She undraped herself from over Snape's lap and magicked her clothes back on. "Profezor, I 'ope you understand…" she felt remorseful at the thought of leaving. "No, I cannot--I mustn't stay." and she ran out of the dungeons, shaking the image of Snape sitting alone, with the forlorn and heartbroken look on his face."
"Goodbye, Ms Exotica. Until potions, then," he spoke softly to the empty room.
Draco swiftly followed her down the hallway, watching as her naked bum moved with her steps.
"I'm going to catch you! And when I do, you're in big trouble!" Draco called.
Ginny dashed in a nearby room, followed by Draco. They found themselves in the room of requirement, which had a huge, green and gold bed, perfectly made just waiting for them to jump in.
They look at each other, momentarily frozen in another world- that world entrancing and suffocating them with the overwhelming presence of their passion and love. It was a fragile, yet powerful, connection that consumed their souls. All of a sudden, the door opened with a band! Standing in the doorway, tender caramel orbs heaving with rage, and with a dangerous sliver aura about her, was… Lyra Exotica! Her rage turned into a great, silver burst that threw the two lovers apart!
"I… have… had… eenoff!" She screeched. "Draco eez mine!" She began to advance toward Ginny.
"No I've had enough, I love Ginny Weasley!" Draco shouted. He said it with the passion of a thousand poets, echoing through the walls of Ginny's heart, and setting in the core of her very being, spreading through her veins until she shuttered with her entirety. The sheer force of Draco's voice blew Lyra's barely-there dress completely off her body. A small gasp escaped her full, slightly parted lips. Her necklace glowed vehemently and she lunged at Ginny, grasping her neck tightly.
"You… you have?" Colin stuttered nervously.
"Well, no, but now I think I should be! You sexy dog, I need to feel your body against mine, you swear, your tight muscles."
"Um, well, are you, a bit, tipsy?" Colin said, as he slowly backed away, scared of her sheer sexiness.
Ajamacraja pushed herself against him, her delicate made-for-tango-arms pinning him in place. With a drunken giggle she leaned in and kissed him. Colin signed and gave into the immense pleasure coming from Ajamacraja's cherry lips.
They both slowly sunk to the floor and lost themselves in each other.
Draco stumbled back in awes of these two gorgeous, nude girls, tearing at each other in utter femininity. The girls fought and grabbed at one another; Lyra's eyes were glowing and Ginny was flushed with rage, both too pre-occupied to notice their nakedness. Draco, however, was not. He was leaning against the stone wall of the corridor, light-headed and dazed and completely unaware of anything that didn't jiggle or bounce.
"Giff up you cow!" screeched Lyra Exotica, so powerfully that her necklace exploded, jolting Draco back to a world free of mud wrestling. The blast caused Ginny to falter, and losing her leverage of Lyra, she fell to the ground, her face as white as blood-flecked snow.
Now that the performance was over, Seamus retreated to the kitchen; gathering creates of butterbeer as he went, preparing for a night of solitary drinking and masturbation.
As he stumbled sullenly about the kitchen, he almost tripped over the sobbing, crumpled pile of Winky.
"Oh, excuse, sir Winky did not mean to be in sir's way! Does sir need something, now that Winky's masters are both… d-d-dead!" With these words, she once again broke down into a chorus of terrible sobs. "Boo-hoo-hoo."
Seamus was taken aback at the sight of this pathetic and depressed creature, and realized that his problems were not as earth shattering as he believed them to be a couple minutes prior. This poor creature, Seamus thought, needs love and attention now that she has been deserted. He popped open two butterbeers and handed one to Winky as he sat down on the floor of the kitchen.
"That was utterly ridiculous! And why did she run off with that prat Malfoy in the end?" Ron spurted, beginning to get suspicious.
"Oh, c'mon, it's just a place!" Harry teased, tickling his ear. "Now let's go dance!"
Harry and Ron shuffled as gracefully as possible in their stilettos towards the center of the dance.
Harry began to imitate what he had seen in Muggle television, gyrating and grinding his muscular buttocks into Ron's golden, sequined crotch.
"Ooh, Harry."
With the two caught off guard, Draco took this opportunity to pin Lyra's lush body to the floor, and put a strong body-binding spell on her. With the malicious, yet striking, creature finally captured, Draco concentrated on his one and only, Ginevra Weasley.
Draco kneeled beside her unconscious form. "Ginny, my love, please wake up, it's over not! We're safe. Nothing can break apart our eternal love!" He stroked her carmine tresses, smoothing them down her bare white back. Tracing the freckles on her back with his slender, yet masculine, finger, Draco began to cry. His hard granite eyes turned to molten silver, it was as if heaven's treasure troves were leaking through his eyes. The tears, made of pure, selfless love, landed softly on Ginny's porcelain, unmoving eyelids. Stirring awake her soul, she opened her big fawn eyes, tinted puce with passion.
"Oh, Draco, you are my sun, you are my moon, you are my universe, every twinkle in the stars is merely a sparkle in your eyes. Never leave me."
Finally, as if all of the world and all of its creatures had held their breath, they passionately embraced. And then the unicorns frolicked, and the thestrals devoured flesh, and the centaurs made vague predictions once again! And the world was at harmony with itself!
As Ginny and Draco remained absorbed in each other's arms, Snape volunteered to deal with the restrained and delightfully naked Lyra Exotica. As he tugged towards his chamber, his elephant snakeskin boot crunched a tiny piece of silver metal, one of many scattered about the hall--
KABOOM!
…..to be continued….
