I'M NOT DEAD


Hey guys, it's been a terribly long time since I've written anything. I'm not going to give any excuses ….. But seeing as how you guys might want to know what I've been up to let me fill you in.

1.) Work… went well … was a carny at play land … rained a lot…. Long hours …. Worst job ever.

2.) School … grade 12 year… got almost straight A's , missed em by 3 damn you history.

3.) Did I mention my almost straight A's

4.) The realization that I can't write at all… after looking back on this story

5.)My current preoccupation with going to any and all concerts in the Vancouver area. BTW if you like concerts … I'll be at Mesa Luna on the 25th… great bands .. Trust me. and The Sum 41 concert on the 27th.

6.)Writers block.

Reasons I started up again.

1.) The need for praise.

2.) I hate when a story is half finished and I want more.

BIGGEST REASON : The reviews… Seriously… Its you guys . Gave me a little motivation.

Now since I haven't gotten into the fairytale spirit this chapter might be a little off… forgive me while I get back on track…

PS … you would have gotten this chapter two months ago , but my computer crashed and I sadly had to part with the old girl and whatever documents I had on it.


I'll start up answering your reviews next chapter after this one, because writing them would take longer than the actual chapter.
Chapter 17: The Glass Boot
In a perfect world Draco Malfoy would have wanted to land on a large warm pillow. He would have wanted a nicely scented area to arrive at and a bevy of beautiful women surrounding him. However some dreams never come true. Instead he got a stable that smelt suspiciously of excrement. Instead of a bevy of woman he got a variety of sweaty, un-bathed farm animals, and of course the largest, warmest pile of dung he could imagine. Not quite the lovely setting he had hoped for.

It was dark, very dark. He could smell as well as see the animals which had congregated around him, begging to know who this stranger was that had interrupted their feeding. One horse came but a foot away from his face, while some chickens thought it would be amusing to peck at his privates.

Pushing all the animals away, Draco got up and surveyed his surroundings. Yes it was dark. Out of habit, he reached for his wand, but found his pocket empty. Looking frantically he searched through the area in which he had landed, all the while praying he had not lost it.

After a hurried search he spotted it, lying shattered in a mud pile a few feet away. Dropping to his knees he cradled his wand in his hands. The smooth brown engravings of dragon's rearing in flight and breathing fire now were merely images of splintered wood, his wand was gone. My Wand

That wand had become very special to him. He could remember the day he had gotten it. When he was five he had seen it for the first time locked in a glass case in his fathers'study. Every time he had gone there he would always feel drawn to it. Finally one day his father noticed his desire to view the wand, and presented it to Draco. Lucius had told him that this wand had belonged to his great-grandfather, Dragan Malfoy. He had said that when the time was right it would become his and that that day had not arrived. Draco never looked upon it again until his sixteenth birthday. On that day his father had asked him privately to join him in his study. Draco could remember him walking towards the cabinet that contained the wand and opening it, as well as opening the desire for it once again in Draco's heart. He had received the wand that day after giving his father a blood vow to join him in fight against the light when he came of age. And now… the vow was useless.

Draco looked down at the broken wand in his hand.

Touching the contours, rage suddenly overtook him, crunching the wand in between his fingers. It was all for nothing. His loyalty. He didn't even believe in the cause anymore. Perhaps I should hope that Potter destroys my father and Voldemort.

Burying his hands in his hair, Draco sank down to his knees and shed a tear for the first time in his life, creating a sight both heart wrenching and frightening.

Suddenly, startled out of his reverie Draco felt a light hand on his shoulder. "There, There dearie, there's no need to cry."

Looking up, Draco glanced at the smiling face of an old woman. If Draco had been in his own element he would have taken immense joy at her expense. She was perhaps wearing the gaudiest dress he had ever glanced upon. She looked exactly like those large pink fluffy candies that they sold at Honeydukes. He would have laughed and pointed out the startling resemblance, had she not found him in this current state of weakness.

"It's alright to cry dear, even the strongest have to sometimes." She said, gently holding his chin with her hands.

He looked at her with sudden hate. "You know nothing of my life, who are you to tell me it is alright, it isn't."

She shook her head slightly and a small sigh escaped her lips. "I know more than you think," Draco locked his gaze with hers. "I know your every desire, your every hate, and your every secret," She said wistfully. "And in answer to your other question I am your fairy god mother."

" My fairy God mother? " said Draco sarcastically. "What could you possibly offer me?"

Twirling her tiny wand between her fingers she gave a small smile. "I could give you the world if I wanted. I could give you eternal hell, or eternal bliss. However tonight I give you a ball."

" A ball, what am I to play Quidditch with it?" Draco said

" No child," She said shaking her head. " A ball where you shall dance the night away. I shall dress you in the most exquisite clothes and give you the most wonderful night of your life."

" I already wear the most exquisite clothes and my nights are never wonderful." He said cynically, turning his heel and beginning to walk away from her.

I have to find Ginny and get out of here.

" She'll be there ." He stopped and turned facing his godmother. " At the ball." She said.

"Ginny?" he asked.

"No. … her."

Draco felt himself grow weak at the memory of the woman . This weakness was not a good thing for him to have. Just the thought of touching her creamy white thighs was like poison to a sensible man's mind.

Obviously Draco would be there . He nodded his head signifying he would go. With his consent given, the fairy started to work her magic.

Before he knew it sitting before him was a beautiful carriage fit with six pure white horses, no doubt transfigured.

"So , now we just need to get you out of those horrid clothes." She said.

" I don't think you are one to be calling my clothes horrid." He said scathingly.

She gave him a withering look and raised her wand to begin making his outfit. " I liked you better when you were silent."

With a flick of her wand she brought up a large tape measure that started to take his measurements. Humming a song to herself she started muttering about his attire for the evening. " Blue would look lovely . Perhaps silver. Yes a nice tailored cut. …Shoes… oh they never were my strong point.."

At the end he was left with a very exquisite except for a pair of the worst shoes that had ever played house to his feet.

" Walking on glass would have been more comfortable than these." He said snidely.

She brought her wand up to her chin resting on it thinking pensively. "Hmm. You may be right about that one. Glass boots rested rather comfortably on his feet. Before he could protest , she waved her wand in the air and Draco felt himself float towards the carriage. Waving and Furling his hands in the air he cried " I will not be treated in such a manner."

He was popped inside the carriage and the door clicked shut.

The fairy godmother walked over to the door that Draco was trying to open. " Remember dear , by the cardinal hour."

" What." Draco replied

But alas, the fairy didn't hear him and cracked her wand over the horses rear , signaling it to depart.

Draco looked back at her smiling form waving in the distance, and he couldn't help but be excited about seeing the gorgeous specimen again, even if he was wearing glass boots.


The ride to the ball had been most swift. The horses were laboring tirelessly to make sure that Draco would get there as fast as he could. Upon approaching the palace ,the horses gave an extra burst of speed, as though wanting to show off their speed. The castle itself was enormous . It looked suspiciously like Hogwarts, but contained a much more regal air than the old drafty castle. Upon each tower there seemed to be a beautiful golden cherub winkling down at the arriving guests.

Draco was actually one of the last to arrive. The party was well underway as he headed toward the entrance hall. His long black velvet coat swishing behind him. Having past a mirror he caught sight of himself and approved of his appearance. Rather Dashing.

The darkness of his rich clothes contrasted rather nicely with the lightness of his hair. Speaking of which, his hair was pulled into a ponytail at the back of his head. He looked exactly like his father. He frowned then and took the hair tie out and let his blond locks loose.

Turning towards the ball room he walked confidently and aristocratically searching for the woman who had plagued his thoughts. Once or twice he had thought he saw her but they turned out to have been only poor replicas of his beautiful mannequin. Then he spotted her . Dressed in a beautiful silk gown that pooled at her feet in a train she floated chatting with various men that were encircling her. Her back was to him, and her hair was covered by a lovely golden shawls, but he knew if was her. Walking confidently towards her he gave icy glances to all of her suitors urging them to back away most terrifyingly. Yes , Draco Malfoy never liked competition much.

Stopping with his back turned to her he said in a soft voice. " You look beautiful."

Encircling her with his arms he whispered . " Good enough to eat."

She spoke " I hope you like the taste of Weasel then." Turning around he saw her face.

" Ginny ." He backed away and stumbled onto another dancer.

" What are you doing dressed like that acting like a Scarlet Woman?" For once he wished her brothers were here to knock some sense into her.

" I am not a Scarlet Woman, and if you'll excuse me I was having a good time before you interrupted me ." Ginny screeched putting her hands on her hips.

Draco grabbed her elbow and guided her to an alcove that was hidden from viw on the outskirts of the ballroom. It was dark , very dark.

" Ferret, did you think it necessary to manhandle me?" she said wrenching her elbow out of his grasp.

" Yes ." He said simply.

" Stay in your place Weasel." He said

Raising her chin she replied stonily. " Where is that then?"

Giving her a silent stare he spoke. " In here where little girls should stay." And then he left .

Ginny sat back down , why had he been so upset, she hadn't done anything wrong, had she? No of course she hadn't , she should be out there enjoying herself , lord knows there was nothing else to do , and sitting in this alcove was not an option.


Draco was furious for a number of reasons . The Weasley had been acting like a harlot , he couldn't find that gorgeous woman and most of all it was because of his own stupid mistake . He had mistaken Weasley for his dream woman. Draco Malfoy was man enough to admit that the Weasley had looked …. Attractive. He couldn't blame all those men for being attracted to her , but he was trying to protect her… protect the innocent girl…yes…

"Protect that" And then he spotted her once gain dancing with another chap ".…..scheming deceiving girl."

He walked over to her and gave the man a fierce stare. Ginny looked furious. Draco stepped between the two . Speaking in a very cold low voice he shivered with rage. " Leave." He said to the man.

Ginny only looked up at Draco with those brown eyes of hers sparkling with fire, anticipating another argument. But Draco was not in the mood for an argument. He took her violently in his arms and began to dance with her. Struggling in his grasp Ginny tried pushing him away , but he kept a firm grasp on her. Slowly they both relaxed into each others embrace and began to dance.

Ginny was still furious , but not furious enough to seek a spot other than in Draco's warm embrace. Subtly there bodies were coming closer to one another . Subtly Ginny tilted her head onto his shoulder. Subtly , Draco closed his eyes, swaying softly with the music. His hands on her waist , he removed one of his hands to entwine it with his own, carefully remaining gentle, caressing her face with the other. He looked into her beautiful brown eyes and then looking past her face he noticed a flash of butter yellow tresses enter his vision.

Abandoning Ginny , Draco ripped his arms from her and strode purposefully to the woman he felt magnetized too. Poor Ginny was left on the dance floor humiliated and upset. Luckily for the other gentlemen, she was now alone and free for dancing once again.

Draco weaved in and out of the crowd, following her scent . He followed her out through a pair of French doors out into a courtyard . The courtyard was beautiful , surrounding with fruit trees and fairy lights twinkling all about. However, none could pale in comparison to the beautiful woman before him. They locked gazes and then ran into each others arms bestowing a world of kisses upon one another . Her fiery lips quivered with every touch and soon they both had to stop due to the lack of air. Leaning their foreheads against one another they looked deeply into each others eyes. Her beautiful brown eyes burned with desire for him…… brown eyes….. Ginny's eyes… Oh No…

Then Draco ran from her just as the clock stroke midnight. With each step he gained speed hoping to distance himself from her . He came back to the ballroom and saw Ginny dancing closely with another man. It seems she hadn't cared at all about anything… she was supposed to be crying. He ran further still. As the last bell sounded Draco found he could run no more and collapsed, purple light once again enveloped him in darkness.


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