Vendetta
By JM Lane
SUMMARY: Harry declares a vendetta on Draco Malfoy and his lowlife cousin Dudley for brutally raping Ginny in order to get revenge on him.
DISCLAIMER: Everything belongs to JK Rowling and company except my imagination and this story.
Draco Lucius Malfoy Apparated to Privet Drive in Little Whinging, Surrey, where his nemesis, Harry James Potter, had lived (albeit unwillingly) for three months out of every year since 1991, when he had begun attending the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had once overheard Harry telling his friends the abuse he took day in and day out, year in and year out, emotional, verbal and physical, from his mother's sister and her family, not to mention all they denied him, both emotionally and materially, simply because he was a member of the wizarding world.
Being denied material things wasn't so bad; he could buy them himself if necessary. It was the years of emotional, verbal and physical abuse that was getting to him. If this kept up much longer, he was likely to need psychiatric counseling to deal with all the post-traumatic stress he had endured because of it up to this point. His friends at Hogwarts, his schoolwork there which would likely lead to a career as an Auror and adopted family the Weasleys were the only things that kept him anywhere near sane.
It sounded to Draco like the Dursleys were the kind of people he should get to know … and all the better if he could manage to do so without their realizing that he himself was a wizard, since he had also heard that they hated anything and everything associated with magic, wizards and witches, and whenever they could, preferred to deny Harry was any relation to them whatsoever—and tell whoever asked that he attended "St. Brutus's Academy for Incurably Criminal Boys" rather than Hogwarts.
Draco knew that Harry certainly had a good time making fun of it when with his friends, especially since it was a mere smokescreen to cover up his true wizarding background and nature. It wouldn't be easy to hide the fact that he was also a wizard; he would simply have to do the best he could. He even wore Muggle clothing, but carefully concealed his wand on his person so he could lay hands on it at a moment's notice without arousing suspicion until it was too late.
As he was coming up the walk toward Number Four, he saw a very heavy-set youth about his own age come out the door. Draco knew he would have to pretend to be lost in order to throw him off the track. "Excuse me," he called out.
"Yeah? What the bloody hell do you want?" Dudley Dursley almost spat. "I've got places to go and things to do."
"I'm new to the area and am looking for the Dursley residence. I understand it is on this street," Draco returned smoothly. Butter wouldn't have melted in his mouth, but even under the best of circumstances, which these certainly wouldn't be—especially not once Draco and Dudley paired up—nothing good could come of this.
Particularly not for Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter or any others closely associated with him. In any case, Dudley had neither the brains nor the perceptiveness to see through his inquisitor's deception. Even if he had, though, it was unlikely to have changed his decision to assist Draco in his quest.
"You found it. I'm Dudley Dursley, son of the house. Why are you looking for us?"
"Let's just say that we have … mutual acquaintances. May I assume you've heard of … Harry Potter?"
This time Dudley did spit, his pudgy face twisted into a sneer. "He's my cousin—at least technically. Why? How do you know him? You aren't a wizard, are you?" He eyed Draco suspiciously.
In spite of himself Draco was impressed. All the same, he mistook Dudley's craftiness for intelligence and acted accordingly. "No, by no means," Draco lied smoothly. "I've simply … heard of him. I understand he's ... quite famous."
"Infamous should be the word," Dudley shot back. "He's nothing but a freeloading goody-goody and a smart-mouthed, arrogant bastard, imposing on my mum and dad's generosity for the last sixteen years. I've lost count how many times my dad's had to take a strap to him for mouthing off, either to my parents or to me. He has no business even being under our roof. Why and how he ever managed to end up on our doorstep, I'll never know."
"Rumor has it that his parents were killed when he was a baby and that your mother was the only living relative of his mother. Where would you expect him to go if your parents hadn't taken him in, however unwillingly?"
"Either an orphanage, another Muggle family … or better yet, the streets. He's made a fool of me, belittled me in front of my friends for as long as I can remember."
Draco could certainly identify with that, but dared not admit his true nature or identity just yet. But from the sound of it, Dudley and his parents had no more love for Harry than he himself did—and for basically the same reasons. But how could they effectively get revenge on Potter once and for all? Although the scenario was certainly enjoyable, just hurting Potter physically didn't give sufficient satisfaction.
For that it was necessary to hurt someone Harry was emotionally close to, like the Mudblood Granger or the red-headed wimp Weasley … and most recently the wimp's sister Ginny, who was now Potter's main squeeze as of this past May and the winning of the Quidditch Cup by Gryffindor House. Draco had heard that Ginny had run up to Harry and thrown herself into his arms, obviously excited about the victory; it was then that Potter had pulled her close and kissed her passionately in front of everyone in Gryffindor House. Once they finally parted, he had grabbed her hand and they headed out through the Gryffindor portrait hole, no doubt on their way to a private rendezvous.
He had never seen them personally, but had heard reports from others in Slytherin House that the couple were turning up more and more often in odd places, most of the time snogging each other senseless. Draco couldn't imagine anyone wanting to snog Potter—a skinny mop-haired, green-eyed refugee from a concentration camp—at least as far as he was concerned, anyway … but there was no accounting for taste, since he had also heard that Ginny had had a crush on him for years.
Whatever Potter's other shortcomings, though, even Draco had to admit he had good taste in women … first Cho Chang, the beautiful Ravenclaw Seeker, then the slender, petite, brown-eyed, and equally beautiful redhead Ginny Weasley, who was equally at home on a Quidditch broom either as a Chaser or Seeker, depending on the circumstances of the game in question.
Had she and Potter "gone all the way" together yet? Considering how often he had heard of them snogging, it wouldn't surprise him if they had. After all, redheads were reported to be very hot-blooded and Potter would have had to have been a total bloody fool not to have claimed her for himself long ago. Draco knew he certainly would have in the same situation. Potter would have had to have been literally as blind as the proverbial bat not to see what a dish she had become! Even now, just thinking of Ginny's lips, legs, breasts and backside was enough to make Draco's whanger stand at attention.
But what if Potter hadn't taken Ginny yet? What if she was still … Merlin forbid … a virgin? What if he and Dudley joined forces and went after her themselves? He would have to check both Ginny and Harry's schedules so he could pinpoint the best time to take her, a time when both Potter and his other friends were sure to be elsewhere, then contact Dudley to meet him and go from there. It might also be a good idea to make sure that neither the Mudblood Granger nor Weasley the wimp was in any position to interfere with their plans.
Unfortunately he wasn't thinking that any others were likely (or able) to interfere. If he had, he and Dudley might have gotten away with it and perhaps even blamed their actions on someone else, if not Potter himself. (As it would turn out, Harry and company would take steps to see that they were both punished to the full extent of both wizarding and Muggle law. Neither were Draco nor Dudley aware that Harry had his own vault at Gringotts, the fortune left to him by his parents large enough to rival even that of the Malfoys—and that would work to his advantage, in more ways than one.)
At the moment, however, Draco was too busy plotting how to claim that luscious little redhead … and once Dudley heard about Ginny, he would surely want to have his innings with her himself, which would be the perfect revenge on his despised cousin. Of course, since Ginny was a talented witch herself, it was likely to be necessary to catch her by surprise so she would be unable to hex them—perhaps even render her unconscious, then tie her down or something and have their way with her.
"Were you aware that … your cousin has a … steady girlfriend?" Draco asked carefully.
"No, I wasn't," Dudley replied, unable to help wondering what kind of girl Harry's alleged girlfriend had to be, and in spite of himself was curious enough to ask for details concerning her. "What is she like?"
"Slender, petite and beautiful. Sixteen years old, waist-length red-gold hair, brown eyes, turned-up nose, full lips and well-endowed in all the right places."
At eighteen Dudley hadn't even had one date, much less a steady girlfriend, mainly due to his weight, still roughly that of a young killer whale despite the diet he had been on for the better part of the last six months, but also because of his nasty disposition and his hoodlum gang—in fact, he and they were the terror of the Little Whinging neighborhood where they (and Harry) lived.
Just the same, he had had his own bouts with teenage hormones just as Harry had, and the description the intriguing stranger before him was giving of Harry's dishy girlfriend made them kick in big-time. He still couldn't imagine how the bloke before him could know so much about her, but that was immaterial, at least at the moment. She would not only be the answer to all his fantasies, but he would be able to flaunt what he had done in Harry's face and enjoy his reaction, believing that there was nothing he could do to avenge her.
Unluckily for him, Dudley had forgotten that his erstwhile cousin would soon turn seventeen and would thus be considered of age in the wizarding world, able to use magic legally whenever he wanted—and once he heard what Draco and Dudley had done to the love of his life, what he was likely to do would make the Sectumsempra curse look like a blessing.
Probably the only thing that would even begin to stop him from doing either that or one of the "unforgivable" curses would be his friends' telling him that neither Draco nor Dudley was worth a life sentence in Azkaban. Even at that, Harry would likely retort that even cooling his heels in Azkaban would almost be worth it in order to have them out of his hair forever. For the time being, however, Draco and Dudley went to the nearest pub and put their heads together, beginning to make their nefarious plans and map out their strategy.
TBC
