The first Fairy Hell in forever...lol
Summary: Draco and Ginny Cinderella style.
Disclaimer...not mine!
A/N: Fra la la and fiddley dee...fiddle faddle foodle. It goes a little slowly so bear with me! I've also updated two of my other stories as well!
The lovely young maiden wiped soot from her cheeks. It didn't help, as she had hoped, but instead smeared it about so that her face was hardly visible. Her two step sisters chose that moment to approach her.
"Ginny, what have you been doing?" the first simpered stupidly, she did, of course, know what Ginny had been doing as it had been she who had told her to do it. Ginny gave her sister a friendly look and smiled. I've been cleaning the fireplace as you asked, Parvati," she said sweetly. Parvati looked down at her disdainfully because even covered in soot her sister was pretty than she.
Parvati and Padma had been trying to break the small girl since the day they had arrived at the small family home after their mother had married her father. But the girl had a light that shone like a candle in a window and drew many people to her. After Ginny's father had died without leaving a will their mother, Sybil had inherited everything. This caused great glee among the two spiteful sisters and it had not been long before Ginny had become a servant in her own home. Jealously the sisters tried everything they could to blow the light out of Ginny's eyes but it only became stronger, and she kinder.
There was a large castle that all three girls looked at longingly each day. Inside it the King, Albus, the queen and their son lived happily. Or so it seemed on the outside.
For the Prince was each day hounded by the idea of marriage.
"I'm only seventeen!" he would cry and disappear into the edge of the forest. His hair was silver and shone like the light coming off the lake. He was beautiful and all the peasants in his town wanted him. He received daily offers of marriage, some of which were not made by women. He would politely decline and make a hasty retreat. For this Prince was certain that there was no one out there who could bewitch him into love.
He had once believed himself in love with a young girl that used to play in the orchards with him as a child. He had not seen her in many years and began to think of her as a figment of his imagination. But she was the standard that he held to the girls he met and many were lacking.
By royal decree there was to be a ball! If the Prince could not find a bride himself the king and queen would choose for him.
"Oh may I go?" asked Ginny sweetly, for she had always wanted to see the inside of the castle. Her stepmother sneered.
"My heavens dear child, what would you wear?"
" I have a gown," Ginny began, "It once belonged to my mother and is back in fashion now."
"You have too many chores," Padma chirped up. Ginny shook her head.
"I have finished them all early today," she replied.
"You must help me get ready for the ball," Parvati demanded and her awful step mother nodded her agreement. "You must help us all." The light in Ginny's eyes flickered for a moment before returning even brighter than before.
Truly her terrible family did not want her to go because they feared that the Prince would take one look and fall terribly and deeply in love with her. It was settled that Ginny would not be going to the ball. As Ginny prepared the baths for her family she was overcome with grief at how they treated her. Padma and Parvati had told Ginny to scent their water. As she began to pour the scent she noticed the label of ingredients. Lilac was a very common one, but one that both of the girls were allergic to. Ginny, in the first unkind act of her life poured a little extra into the water.
As her sisters descended the stairs to leave Padma gave an extra fluff to the dress she was wearing. It was the light blue dress that her mother had left her. Padma gave a knowing smile as tears welled into Ginny's eyes. Ginny flung herself out into the garden weeping as their carriage dashed away. Hot tears sprang fourth quickly replaced by sadness.
"Oh how I wish I could have gone," she sighed unhappily.
"About Bloody time you wished for something," said a small voice angrily. Ginny looked everywhere but could not find where the voice had come from.
"Who's there?" she called uncertainly, a waver in her voice. A loud sigh erupted.
"Look down you cow," the voice replied. Ginny looked down and saw a small man with a crown of frosted daisies on his head.
"Oh, how sweet," she whispered and picked him up, "Are you my fairy godfather?"
The small man bit her with his sharp teeth, "Do I look like a damn fairy to you, little girl? I'm a pixie, honestly. I have wings, and a crown and a little wand; Is that what a fairy looks like?" Ginny decided it best not to remark, for the pixie was still muttering on about granting wishes and being mistaken for a fairy.
"You mess up one time, guide the King of Camelot into a bog and all of a sudden its punishment this and take that wand that….No one cared when I led those Atlantians to war. Destroy a civilization and all is well…kill Arthur the great and all of a sudden you have leprosy!"
"Why are you here?" Ginny asked with a sniffle and received another angry sigh.
"Didn't you catch my granting wishes part? What do I have to do, put it to music?"
Quickly Ginny shook her head.
"Bippity freaking boo!" the pixie said and waved his wand at her. Her rags turned into a lovely dress, all deep scarlet and black silk mixed together. There were sleeves attached to her wrist with gorgeous silver bangles and a small sapphire sat upon her neck. Her auburn locks were tied back into a loose bun that sent curls cascading down her back. The pixie had done quite well for being a man and she opened her mouth to say so, but shut it quickly. Don't imply anything about his sexual orientation! She whispered to herself.
"I can hear your thoughts, you know," the small man mouthed shrewdly. Ginny clasped hands to her ears as if this would protect her private thoughts from him.
"Don't worry about that, dear," he replied shrewdly, "We all do that to ourselves from time to time." Ginny blushed beet red and allowed the man to lead her to a carriage.
"You have until midnight," the pixie said. Ginny nodded and waved, "Good bye, thank you!" The pixie harrumphed. Ginny noticed that the dress showed quite a bit more cleavage than she knew she had.
"Its called a wonder bra!" was the pixie's parting call as he disappeared.
Ginny was quite a bit later than was fashionable, but as she glided down the steps all eyes were on her. When she met the bottom of the steps a young man offered her his hand. A waltz started and they twirled about for what seemed like forever. When they finally stopped they retired to the gardens where he looked at her with enchanted eyes. "I'm Draco," he said, "Please, tell me, who are you?"
"I am Ginny," she said lightly with a dip of her head. He smiled.
"Ginny, would you do me the honor of marrying me?"
"Marrying you? But I've only known you for an honor!"
"You don't want to marry me?" he asked sadly, "But I am the Prince! I can offer you everything you would ever want."
She stared at him in surprise. It had never occurred to her that the Prince would be there. But she did not want his palace, she wanted something else.
"I cannot marry you because of what you can offer me," she said quietly. Just then the clock struck midnight and she ran away from a heart broken Prince.
"Please, come back tomorrow night!" he shouted.
If she did not want his castle or his riches what did she want? She was beautiful, and he wanted her. He hoped that she would come back the next night. "Please!" he said under his breath. For he knew what he wanted to give her…
The next night he waited for her for what seemed like hours. He was almost sure that she would not come until he saw her come down the grand stairs. She was in a gown of silver-ish blue, her hair gathered at the top of her hair, with those cute red curls springing out. He scooped her away from the other men twirling around her. They danced and he once again pulled her out into the garden.
"Please say you'll marry me," he said, "You have bewitched me. Stolen my heart. I love you."
"You love me?" she asked and he gave a sigh.
"Yes, I love you! Do I have to put it to music for you."
Ginny smiled, "If you love me, then yes, I will marry you!"
"No!" a voice shouted from the shadows, "I knew that was you! All that innocent light and beauty her step mother shouted. I should have gotten rid of you when I got rid of your father!"
"You killed my father?" Ginny cried.
"Yes, I killed your father, what do I have to put it to music for you to understand me?"
"What is happening mother!?" Parvati asked running up to her mother.
"The Prince and Ginny are getting married!"
"The Prince and Ginny are getting married?"
"And your mother killed my father!" Ginny shouted.
"The Prince and Ginny are getting married and mother killed your father!?" Padma shouted joining the party.
"Yes, what, do I have to put it to music for you!" shouted Ginny.
The Prince and Ginny embraced as the evil step mother and her two daughters were arrested.
"I get your whole heart?" Ginny asked.
Draco nodded, "My whole heart."
When they kissed passionately the spell was broken. Draco and Ginny's eyes flung wide open.
"Get your weasel germs off me," Draco yelled furiously.
"Get your ferret tongue out of my mouth!" Ginny shot back and wiping furiously at her mouth disappeared in the direction of the Gryffindor Tower.
"I kissed Weasley," Draco muttered darkly to Blaise.
"You kissed Ginny Weasley?" Blaise asked.
"Yes…and I liked it."
"You kisses Ginnny Weasley and liked it?" Pansy asked, having eaves dropped on the conversation.
"YES! What, do I have to put it to music for you?" Draco demanded sharply.
From her hidden fortress the witch shrieked angrily as the glass slippers disappeared from her hideout and returned to the keeper of the stories.