Beyond The Glass Slipper

By: SpazzingAzn and Spazzing-Queen

Disclaimer: Anything smart, funny, and hilarious all goes to us, the characters are all of JK Rowling's. Dammit.

Summary: Princes. Princesses. Balls. Only in fairytales can these things happen, but what happens when you throw in a rebellious and sarcastic prince and a servant girl that has nothing?

A/N: SA stands for me, SpazzingAzn as SQ stands for the other author of this story Spazzing-Queen. Enjoy the stories readers! And wish me luck for this play I was auditioning in ;)

Chapter 1- Humble Beginnings

Some days I just wish they would leave me alone. Ginny Weasley glared at the stone floor she was being forced to scrub. Everything dirty was always her job to clean; no one else. The head servant always favoured the other servants her age. It wasn't like they were hard working or anything. She dipped her rag back in the bucket of soap water and continued cleaning.

"Good for nothing hags. I'll show them once I got out of this hell-" Ginny was interrupted.

"Weasley, in the kitchens NOW. Bring you bucket and stupid rag with you," grunted an older male servant.

Ginny sneered. Weasley this, Weasley that. Was she the only servant girl around her or was the head servant too busy squeezing the other servant girls' asses? She shook her head and headed down to the kitchens, almost crashing into one of the nobles.

The Weasley bowed deeply in apology, "So sorry Lady Bartholomew."

Lady Bartholomew just glared in reply.

The servant girl sighed and entered the kitchens. Her brother and his long time girlfriend were in there, along with the head servant.

"Your sister is a disgrace to this household Weasley. She does a half-arse job at anything I tell her to do. If she does not improve in the next few months I shall have to tell his Majesty and your father and the rest of your family will lose everything in your possession."

Ron sneered, "Ginny does NOT do a half-arse job. Maybe it's because you work her day out and day in all the time since you're so busy with the other servant girls Abbott."

"Ron. Perhaps we should leave and go back to the stables." Hermione said calmly with a fire burning in her eyes at the head servant.

He nodded and took Hermione's arm and put it on his arm and walked away giving Ginny a nod as he brushed past here.

"Is that all you wanted me to here Benjamin?" Ginny said spitting out Abbott's name.

Instead of spitting back at her he grinned slyly at her, "You know Weasley, I won't have to let you go if you let me do things my way…" his hand started moving towards her hand.

She took a step back, "Not on your life Abbott. You only want to touch my arse and pop me into your bed as a bed warmer. Whoever would do that has to be mentally insane."

With that she spun on her heel and walked out of the kitchen to go back and finish her task he had given her before.

Draco liked to kick things. It made him feel better. Though he was raised not too, being a prince and all, he couldn't help it. Is father and mother were talking about him being the king one day and that he needed a queen. Their choice as the perfect queen? Pansy Parkinson, princess of Aquitaine. She was no looker that's for sure and she was a dumb blonde; Pansy Parkinson cared only for balls, gowns, and gossip.

He pushed the wall beside him; he had a secret room made for him without his parent's permission. It gave him privacy and comfort since no where in the castle gave him that feeling. Maybe… he didn't want to be king. Maybe he just wanted to be a normal noble which none of the commoners usually paid attention too. The room was decorated with green and silver, his family's colour for their emblem.

His grey eyes glanced at the family portrait. Nope, they didn't look close at all. They looked just like a family with no love; no love at all. Sure, he looked like his father with many of his father's features but he was never going to be like him. Draco Lucius Malfoy did not want to be the living clone of England's reining king.

It wasn't in the nature of him to usually go to his secret room and just stare at the family portrait. He didn't know what was getting to him lately, maybe all those talks with his father. And Draco had no friends really. Well… you could count the son of a noble who loved to cook. His name was Blaise Zabini; he was the closest thing he had to a best friend. Dear god, he needed to get out of the castle. Being locked up inside was far too much for him sometimes.

Draco took his thestral out of the stable and glared at one of the servants in the stables with red hair. He never really liked that servant, ever.

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Ginny's feet ached as she led out the Prince's silvery black thestral. Stupid Abbot. Thoughts of murder and slaughter flowed happily inside her head while she carefully combed the thestral's mane.

At first the creature seemed dangerous and frightening. But she had convinced herself that it didn't matter, she'd flown on one before but never seen one. At least I can find it if it runs off. She didn't know if that was a very intelligent thought.

Ginny sighed silently putting away the comb. She walked over to the bucket and grabbed two apples. She sat down on a stool beside the foal. She rubbed the apple with her apron and held it out to Tenebrus. He quietly munched on the treat. "You're very lucky you know," said Ginny grimly looking at the creature, "No worries, no fear, just you and mummy and daddy are running every day and flying. Well if you ever decide to become human after you meet Merlin, you definitely don't want to be a Weasley, I'm sure."

And before she knew it, she was ranting on about her 6 brothers -"…six brothers. Six! And they're all older than me; you'd think they'd learn to fold their farking breeches."-, how Abbot was an imbecile – … she bit her thumb to show her hatred – and how she'd really like to – "… cut their bloody hair," off of the other maidens. "Pah! Maidens."

Ginny huffed and handed Tenebrus the other apple. "Good thing it's sun down, I bet the king and Queen are asleep. I don't know about the prince, heard he's rather dashing, but you really can't trust Lavender Brown can you?" She smiled to herself. "I'd like to see for myself, thank you very much."

"How about seeing the prince today?"

Ginny jumped like she was scalded. She immediately stood up and bowed deeply, recognizing the royal family's crest on his robe. Her eyes were wide and begging for mercy. Foolish. Foolish. Foolish!

Draco wasn't too happy about this girl. How can she doubt his looks? He is a prince and a Malfoy too. He had heard about the redhead girl but from what he had learned so far, she wasn't very intelligent.

She was saying her apologies over and over like an idiot, not daring to look up at him.

Draco took his thestral out of the stable and glared at the servant in the stables with red hair. He never really liked that servant, ever.

SQ