Chapter Nine
Bareback, by mizlovegood
Dedicated to; Lisette Black and Rowdy-Redhead
Also dedicated to lots and lots of chesepeuke, and birds, fondue, Seymour, Tonka, and Barley! Sigh Don't you luv family?
Disclaimer: Another Disclaimer? Um… MOO THE EVIL COWS ARE ATTACKING! MOOO! This story isn't mine! MOOOO CANT YOU HEAR THEM? MOOOOOOO! I don't own the characters, but the plot I do MOOOOOO MUMMY HELP THERE ARE EVIL COWS! AAAAH! Everything belongs to JK Rowling and I'm not her! MOOOOOOOOOOOO!
New Summary: If Ginny Wealsey loved horses, if Draco Malfoy was abused, if Ron had done something unforgivable… You might just have read Bareback. PG13. Post Ootp!
A/N: Hey if you want to see some pictures of the people in this story check out my site (minus the www and the com and all the .'s in there) mizlovegood-fanfiction.piczo
Review Replys:
Lisette Black: If you want to know if Draco will be a deatheater, stay tuned! (Evil Laugh) And as for the HBP/OotP thing, I am so glad someone finally agrees with me! Do you think that there is an obvious connection between Voldemort/Hitler? And do you think who RAB is is probably the most obvious thing ever? Woo, I better shut up before my review reply is longer than my story! (Yes that is a joke about the length, I know the are short but I try to update frequently to make up for it!) Anyways to sum it up there will be romance as soon as I can fit it in, and some twisted triangles… harry/ginny/Draco (no slash) hey that just gave a lot of the plot away! Hope ya get over yur writer's block! Hope I get better grammer! Lol xxx MizL
Rowdy-Redhead: Thanks for reviewing, and once again sorry for the website business. Let me ask, in your story the Contest, did James make everyone say no to Lily's asking them to be on her side? Just a question! And how does Remus tie into all of this, I feel like he is being left out and I luv Reemee he is one of the best characters! Anyways, keep up the funny stuff! They should bet on like… if James wins Lily gives him a kiss, if he loses then he leaves Lily alone or something… Hmm, I feel a story coming on! (Picture a bunch of things moving about in my head for a oneshot plot) xxx MizL
Now on with the story you have all been waiting for… Or should I make you wait longer? Nah, I'm not that mean… Or am I? IT'S THE EVIL COWS I TELL YOU!
Chapter Nine
(Ps I have plans for this chapter leading up to some flirting but I don't know if it will work out because I have a lot to put in here… Will this chapter be- DUN DUN DUN- long?)
He clutched his chest (Sigh, Tom Felton… Hey I had a weird dream about- No, must stay on task!) in anticipation, or maybe it was because of the large bruise forming there. Either way it hurt, so he let it go. (Oh I just realized I just told you who the character here is… That is, if you know who my one true love Tom Felton is…)
He limped to his suitcase and magically shrunk it. There were special wards on his house so that no one could sense if there was any magic being used inside of it. Useful, for when he needed it… Not useful for when his father used magic to beat him.
(OMG Tom Felton without a shirt- Whoa where did that thought come from?)
He clutched his wrist next, trying to cast a spell at it to heal it, but Charms wasn't his best subject. In fact, his grades were all bought from his father- Yes, his father cared about his grades- though Draco figured it was just because his father wanted a good image.
Draco turned to his fireplace and lugged his suitcase with him.
"What am I doing?" He asked himself, and cast wingardium leviosa. He got into the fireplace, and dug some floo powder out of his pocket. His door flew open. His father. Their eyes connected, anger and embarrassment flickered through both, then Draco cried; "GRIZILDA WELBUNK!" As it was the first thing that came to mind.
A/N: Oooh the plot thickens! I'm having fun with these strange line things…
Ginny's day at Kaboom passed quickly. She practiced making her dance more elaborate, but still messed up a little. They began to learn a new dance called fire in the rain. By the time she was done she was sweating like a pig (No offense to all you pigs reading this.. Yes I mean you!) and thirsty, too. She drained her water bottle in one long swing, and then headed of to Broadback.
Jobs for her were dropping like flies, as she was soon let go from Broadback. Seeing as she was early, she popped back into Kaboom, without shedding a tear (she was proud to say) and told the manager she could come in more. She thought she saw a glimpse of the little blonde servant girl, but pretended she didn't and left. She had a lot to correct on her schedule.
Monday; 3am-3pm, Kaboom.
3:30pm- 5:30pm, working with the magic circus.
6:00pm, be back in time to baby sit Karen, who's parents go out ever Monday night to a meeting for the council of something or other.
Tuesday; 12:00pm- 5:00pm, working at the magic circus.
5:30 pm- pop in as a candy striper, for volunteer hours.
6:00pm- make Lydia a healthy dinner, then go to bed.
Wednesday; 3am-1pm, Kaboom training session
3pm-4pm, tutoring Matthew, at English.
Thursday; 3am-10am, Kaboom training.
12pm-2pm, magic circus.
Friday: 3am-10am, Kaboom training.
Saturday; 8:00am-10:00am elaborate run through of Kaboom show.
12:00-1:00, quick pop in to the hospital for more candy-striping.
2:00, come back and help Lydia with her job at the Hardies, whom have a HUGE lawn, HUGE egos, and HUGE expectations.
Sunday: 8:00am-10:00am go to Kaboom.
11:00am-5:00pm first show.
6:00pm-12:00am second show.
By the time she was done rearranging her schedule it was time for work, so she headed down to the circus. She puzzled some things in her mind. Why had she been thinking of Malfoy so much? Probably because he was a stupid git. She entered the yard from the front (For the first time she wasn't late) and went into the stables, where she saw Malfoy. She gasped, and paused, before running over to him. He was sitting in the hay panting. It looked like he had fallen over, and his head was badly gashed. She tried to pull him up but he cried out- He had a twisted wrist.
"Malfoy- Ferret- Hey Ferret are you okay?"
He opened his eyes, and weakly tried to push her off.
"Arent you allergic to hay?" He grumbled, and sat up.
"Yes." She replied, standing up. She put her arm around his waist and instructed him to lean on her and try to stand up.
He is hot- She thought no, not hot, hot- warm, he is warm. (Actually, he is REALLY hot, but in this story, she doesn't think so… Must-stop-self-from-saying-more… YET!)
A thousand thoughts crossed her mind. Why was she helping him? Her lifelong enemy she had fought with since the day she had arrived at Hogwarts- the future deatheater- Maybe already deatheater! She glanced at his arm, and saw that it was his sprained wrist. He was bleeding there, too. He followed her gaze, and shifted his arm so she couldn't see it.
It seemed like hours before they reached the small wicker chair they had been aiming for. Ginny let him down, and he winced with the forced pain.
"How?" Was all she asked. It seemed like such an invasive question, she wanted to take it back at once, but she held her breath and waited for the supposed slap.
"Dad." Was all he said, and Ginny felt her heart break. He hadn't even fought her about it. He hadn't yelled get out of my life, and why did you touch me you stupid Weasley? He hadn't commented on her status, or her family- and she liked it.
Are you sure it's that you like?
Ginny looked around, wondering who said it.
Its me… You can't see me. I'm in your head.
Ginny groaned. Now she was hearing voices, too!
That's what you get for befriending a Malfoy! She thought.
Who said you befriended him?
Said the voice.
You can hear my thoughts?
Damn strait! And your emotions, too! Its because I am your conscience, smarty.
Great, now I really know I'm insane!
Arent you even going to ask me what my name is?
You're a talking voice in my head. Cant I just invent one?
I suppose.
Fine, your name is Dung Face, NOW GET OUT OF MY HEAD DUNG FACE!
Oh Real nice. I'll be back… Your never alone!
Dung Face's voice echoed through her head. Alone… Alone… One.. One…
"Malfoy!" She cried, snapping out of her reverie. She looked at him intently, "Here… I actually pay attention in my classes, I can help!" He pulled away from her touch but she clasped her hand around his damaged wrist tightly. He gasped, but in a moment her hand glowed and then the pain eased away.
"Scourgify." His cuts cleaned, and with a flick of her wand they were bandaged up.
She didn't press any further questions, just gave him a sorry look and told him he could groom the horses today if he wanted.
"I don't need your pity, Weaslett," He grumbled as he went away, "As far as I can tell you have your own problems."
Anger boiled through her. "Whats that supposed to mean?" She cried. He turned around, smirking.
"Well from what I can gather, you are pretty upset when someone mentions your parents. And you are scared of everything- the real you only comes out when your around the horses, or when you sing."
"You don't know anything!" She screamed, angrily, her hands balled into fists at her side. She clutched her wand, her muscles tense. "You don't know anything, don't talk about things you don't understand!"
"Don't understand!" He roared back, "How could I not understand what its like to be hurt, and afraid, and not know anything, when my father beats me every day?"
"At least you have a father." She said, and her voice broke. She vaguely noticed that she was crying, as she turned on her heel and went to go muck out some stalls so he didn't see.
The hardest part to ignore was that he was completely right, and she knew she had been rude. She turned and saw him talking to Sunny, understanding written all over his face.
She mustered up all her courage, (and tried to force down her pride) and strode over to where he was standing.
"Dr- Um, Fer- Malfoy." She stumbled, then swallowed and said in a stronger voice, "Malfoy."
He looked over at her, and started brushing Sunny a bit harder.
"I um… It wasn't my place and-"
"Your right it wasn't!"
"Malfoy," She said, "I came here to apologize! Can you make this a bit easier for me?"
"I don't need your sympathy!" He cried, brushing Sunny even harder.
"Theres a fine line between sympathy and an apology- Stop, your hurting Sunny!"
Draco looked down, and saw he was brushing the horse so hard she had swung her head around to bite him, and he moved just in time.
"Listen," He said, exiting the stall, "And listen closely because a Malfoy does not repeat himself. I don't need your sympathy, I don't need an apology, I don't need your help! Just stay away from me!"
"Fine! You stay away from me!"
His cold grey eyes were like steel, her hazel green eyes were like fire.
"Don't ever talk to me again!" He cried with a sharp force.
"Don't ever look at me again!" She cried with an equally sharp tone.
"Don't ever think about talking about looking at me again!"
"Fine."
As quick as anything, and without warning, he leaned his head in and pushed his lips against hers. Her whole body went rigid, her mind was slurring like that of a drunk person. His lips were so soft and surprisingly warm. They weren't cold, like she had imagined all of him to be.
It was a fluke, an accident-, but the best- the second- kiss she had ever had. It was so unlike kissing Harry, which was quick and fuzzy. This was a whole new area she hadn't imagined in her life.
Kissing Draco was like kissing a god- so perfect in every way. He even tasted like peppermint and icing.
Deciding against the screaming good sense in her head, she kissed him back, hard. He wrapped his arms around her waste and kissed her so passionately she thought she would explode.
His hands snaked through her hair, hers explored his back.
For the first time she felt at home with him, like this was everything she needed and wanted, and without thinking, she began to French him.
It wasn't like Paravati and Lavendar had said, not gross at all- she figured. She enjoyed just being in his arms the most, for the moment, and feeling his strong arms wrap around her. He didn't seem to fight it either, but he was surprised at this timid girl's forwardness. He figured she hadn't kissed anyone before- or many people, which was strange, because she was very pretty.
His thoughts betrayed his heritage.
But he had run away, hadn't he?
It still gave him no reason to kiss the Weasley girl- Not this kind of kiss, the kind every person wishes to find because they will know that they are safe in this person's arms.
His hands caressed her neck, hers gripped his arms painfully close to his cut. He ignored it, or at least tried to, his body craving that he didn't let that taste of blueberries and whipped topping leave him.
He pulled away, disturbed by the feeling that someone was watching.
"Don't you ever stop." She said, a cute way to mimick their earlier fight. He realized she was serious, her eyes burning with the same fire as before.
He kissed her, and kissed her again. She was fourteen! She was younger than him. She liked the boy who lived.
Mindless fights echoed in his head as his tongue explored her mouth.
Shes not too young- I'm only fifteen. Shes not that much younger. And, if she likes St. Potter, why was she kissing me?
Simular thoughts raced through her head.
What do all these kisses mean? I've liked Harry for so long now, that kiss was like heaven- or was it? She thought back to her moment with Harry.
It was brief, she could almost not remember it. She searched her mind. She surely wouldn't forget this kiss. She let her mouth melt against his, before pulling away and then having him pull her against himself again.
It was so strong, so forceful and so passionate. She had never seen someone kiss like this but in romance movies her mother had- Her mother.
She pulled back at the thought of her mother and what she would say if she saw Ginny now. Kissing a Malfoy. Kissing the man who's father had most likely killed her parents himself. Her body straitened uncomfortably, she found herself peering into those crystal blue but tainted grey eyes. They seemed to understand.
Her mother. Who loved her. Her father who would have sacrificed everything for her.
Tears poured down her face. She decided she needed to funnel this sadness somewhere. She saw stars, wiped her tears, then kissed him again, hard. She needed something to help her, to keep her upright, and right now this feeling was it.
She felt herself pushed up against the wall. Mindless kissing, nothing more. She would never do anything more when she was that young. Then the kiss became more gentle, softer, until it was nothing.
He brushed his lips against hers in a silent goodbye and left her crying against the wall, swollen lips, her tongue still craving peppermint and icing.
A/N: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK it finally happened! OMG I had this plan for it to happen when they were fighting, but then it didn't, then I thought it could work. I was saving it for back to Hogwarts, but come on this is a romance fic, it cant be all facts!
Anyways, I really hope everyone enjoyed this!
(Tom Felton fans are shrieking with excitement)
Thanks to my reviewers for pushing me to finally write it! Thanks to my friends, too!
To everyone who wonders how he got all beat up, some from his dad and the rest, well you'll find out later.
Lets just say Ginny wasn't the only one with problems!
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