The Myth of Innocence
Chapter 1: Innocence for the Taking
Disclaimer: Yeah, sure I own Harry potter, and everything to go with it. HA! I wish. I only own Draco in my fantasies : :shudders in pleasure, lost in her own world:: umm…yeah. Okay r and r peoples…
Okay, I’ve redone this so that it isn’t NC-17 anymore…no explicit sex scenes…so if you want them, email me and I’ll give em to you, cause I plan on still writing them…
Chapter One – Innocence For the Taking
They see me as an innocent, one to be protected. They see me as Ron Weasley’s sister, not
an object of desire. I know I haven’t helped with that, trying to say in the shadows…I’m the only
virgin in 6th year, probably the only virgin above 4th! I wish…I wish somebody, I don’t know who, but
somebody would just defy my brother’s silent orders not to touch me. I wish.
(An extract from Virginia Weasley’s non-living diary)
Ginny walked downstairs, pausing by the boy’s dormitory when she heard Ron’s voice: "What Neville? I need to do my homework, McGonagall set us tons…have you finished already?”
Ginny rolled her eyes, about to leave, when she heard Neville’s stammering reply. “I…I wanted
to…to know if I could go out with Ginny…I mean…I haven’t asked her yet, but I wanted to know if…”
Ginny peeked inside, catching the look on Ron’s face. He was furious at anybody wanting to go out
with Ginny. Ever since second year, after Tom had led her down to the Chamber of Secrets, Ron had
been horribly over-protective and arrogant. It would have been all right, but ‘The Dream Team’:
Harry, Hermione, and Ron, had completely ignored her. And Harry! In her 4th year, when Ginny had
finally asked Harry to go out with her, he had laughed. Laughed! At her! Ginny’s ‘love’ for Harry had
been crushed in that instant. And with it had come a blinding rage.
Ginny moved back from the door, clutching her cloak around her, fading into the shadows further up the stairs. She was very good at fading into the shadows; willing or not, she had done it all her life. As she entered the common room, Ron, who had come down by now, walked over to her.
“Ginny!” he smiled. “I haven’t seen you for a while, have you been in the infirmary?” She looked at him, fury hitting her again, though she didn’t show it. She had been here, but when she’d been in the infirmary with pneumonia, nobody had noticed. Nobody.
She smiled. “No, I’ve been here, but I wasn’t feeling well, so I stayed in my dorm, sleeping. She waved a negligent hand through the air. “Women’s problems, you know,” she confided, and watched with pleasure as his ears turned red and he walked away. She smiled a little and left the room.
Ginny wondered around a bit; thinking. After a while, she found herself in the dungeons. She sat down on a step, putting her head in her hands. As she sat there, she heard a rustling, a footstep, then a cold voice.
“Oh, god, Weasley, are you crying?” Ginny raised her head at the incredulous tone of Draco Malfoy. She eyed him, wondering what he was thinking. He had always been a mystery to her. She had watched as he grew from a rat-faced snot to a largely lusted-after sex god. With his almost-white blonde hair, and story grey eyes, Draco had his pick of girls. But Ginny had always seen underneath, beneath his good looks into his eyes. If eyes were windows to the soul, the Draco was one unhappy man. She’d never seen those eyes smile, and often she saw a troubled, desperate look in them.
“Of course not,” she replied caustically. “I was thinking about what emotional fuck-wits my brother and Potter are.” Ginny’s eyes widened and she clapped and hand over her mouth, cursing the anger, which had caused that reply.
Draco smiled. “Why, Virginia Weasley, the innocent kitten has claws after all.” She flinched at the word ‘innocent’. She had been labelled ‘innocent’ all her life, and she hated it.
Ginny’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully for a minute, then she slowly stood up and walked towards Draco. She smiled, trying for seductive. “Yes, that’s right, Draco, Virginia Weasley does have claws, and,” she leaned closer, whispering in his ear, “if you aren’t careful,” Ginny tightened her fingers, so the nails dug into his shoulder. “she’ll claw you too.” Ginny moved back, smiling at the stunned expression on his face. She laughed softly and kissed him quickly. “Bye Draco,” she called as she started to walk away. Ginny smiled. She was feeling better already.
Ginny sat in the great hall, beside Ron, on the end of the table. Looking at them now, nobody could tell that they were brother and sister. Ron’s hair had lightened, becoming a strawberry-blonde colour, because of all the time he spent training as the Gryffindor Chaser. His eyes were a sky-blue, constantly dancing with mischief; he had taken the twins place as mischief-maker when they left. Where Ron’s hair was light, hers was dark.. She had mahogany red hair, and she always covered it up when she went outside, but nobody knew why. Her eyes were violet, they had become so when Tom had taken her, but she made sure that they appeared a muddy blue. Nobody knew what she really looked like. Nobody.
Ginny looked up, and her ‘blue’ eyes met grey ones. They stared at each other a long minute, then someone lent over to talk to Draco. She looked down again, and then pushed away her food. She wasn’t hungry anymore.
Ginny stood up and left. As she walked over the thresh-hold, her leg crumpled beneath her. Ginny whimpered in pain. Ever since Tom, she had had a bad leg, though she had managed to hide it. She had some of Tom’s weaknesses – like the leg – and some strengths – like the ability to speak parsel-tongue.
As she lay there, two feet appeared in her vision, and a hand was offered, pulling her to her feet. Ginny’s eyes flickered up: at 5’5, she looked up at most guys. Sure enough, a 6’3 figure stood there. Draco.
Ginny smiled tentatively. “Thank-you.”
He grinned. A real one, that reached his eyes, Ginny noticed distractedly. He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “I’ll be in the transfiguration classroom at midnight.”
She looked at him, puzzled, then nodded. He smiled, turned, and walked off. She stared after him, bemused. Ron hurried over.
“Are you alright? What did he say to you?” Typical, she thought cynically. Only takes any notice of you when Malfoy’s around.
“Yes," she said in an almost ethereal voice. “Yes, I’m fine.” She blinked and turned, leaving the hall.
Ginny hunched over in her coat, trying to look inconspicuous. It was after hours, and if she was caught, she would get a detention, and she’d never find out what Draco wanted. She entered the classroom backwards, still looking for teachers. She turned, and saw Draco in the corner, twirling a wand. A semi-conscious image of Tom flashed through her mind. She smiled uncertainly at Draco.
“Why did you ask me to come?”
“I didn’t. I merely stated that I would be here…”
“Oh,” her face fell.
"Why'd you come?"
“Curiosity, I guess.”
He grinned. Another true smile. “Curiosity killed that cat. And even kittens trying out their charms, like you, are in…danger from bigger badder predators.”
She backed away a little, images of horrible torture flashing through her mind. “Are you my predator?”
“Not the kind you think.”
“How do you know what I think?”
He looked closely at her, then changed the subject. “What colour is your hair?”
She blinked blankly for a second. “Oh, well, red.” She put it simply.
“Why don’t you let anyone see your hair in the sun?”
This time it was Ginny who changed the subject. “Why are you here then?”
“Because,” he spoke softly, almost huskily. “Because I think you’re prettier than you like to let on, and,” his eyes raked over her, “because I know you want to be recognised, to be known. I know you want to get revenge on Harry for humiliating you. I can help you, but it will require certain…sacrifices.”
“What?” she sat on a desk.
“Well, what would tick him off more that seeing you dating me?”
“Not much…”
“Precisely, but I’m not going to date a Gryffindor. I’ll sleep with them, but I won’t date them. If you want to do this, you’ll need to change houses, to Slytherin.” He smiled mirthlessly. “You’d have to change your image, too. We need it believable. And…” he hesitated, leaving Ginny to realise that he’d just insulted her, though she dismissed it.
“What?”
“I want…fringe benefits. You know what I mean.”
She nodded, then blushed. “But I haven’t…I don’t…I mean…I’m a virgin,” she blurted out at last.
He smiled. “I can deal with that.”
“What’s in it for you?”
“I get to reveal one of the most beautiful girls in school, I get to shock both the Slytherins and my father, and I also get to fuck her.”
“We should set some rules down.”
“Go ahead.”
“Okay. First, when you’re with me, it’s only with me, nobody else. Second, no more Ginny, or Gin or Weasley. You can me Virginia.” She looked at him for agreement. He nodded. “And no more ‘innocent’. I hate that word.”
Draco smiled and walked towards her, till they were only a centimetre apart. “You’re an innocent, Ginny.” Her eyes narrowed and she open her mouth to shout at him. He took the advantage and pressed his mouth to hers, his tongue sliding into her and swirling around it. She stared in surprise as he pulled back. Draco chuckled. “No more until you’re in my house.” He curled a strand of hair around his finger. “Go see Dumbledore tomorrow.” He left, and, once again, she was left bemusedly staring after him.
Author's Note: I found this entire story so hilarious, I had to include my old disclaimer and author's notes. They're almost the best part!
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I loved it!! I like when charecters are a little off. Gives them more depth.
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