The Myth of Innocence
Chapter 2: Not So Innocent
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Disclaimer: Do I really have to do this again? Blahblahblah…own nothing…blahblahblah J.K. Rowling…blah blah blah.
Hey guys, um yeah, sorry bout the 2nd chapter bit. My disk had a big piece missing on it, so I had to re-type it and I didn’t realise it, so I had to take it down…
and Im warning you now, the plots out of control, and the route I WAS going down sorta probably wont be there anymore…
Okay. Guys, I really need you to review and tell me the answer to this question. Viginia Weasley:
Good or Evil? AND do you have a plot for me?!?!?!
ANY PLOT AT ALL! I HAVE NO PLOT!
V: Hey, thanx. Yeah, I know what you mean for the quickness thing. I’ve never been able to get into a persons head without it sounding very clichéd, so really I don’t do it. I can try a bit more, tho. I didn’t think of what she thought of the Harry incident, but hey, Ill remember for the future. BTW, Draco didn’t find out, but he can see by the way she’s treated in the corridors …with the English dialogue, I have no Idea what your talking about. I haven’t seen the differences in speech,(lives in Australia) so I cant really do it unless I use something like ‘TALLY-HO!” …and that’s just stupid.
Nox Angelus: lol, yeah thanx for the explanation, I only knew theyn were bad.
Kacella: Thank you. I didn’t know that. I have changed it, so now anonymous reviews are welcome. Your 1st and 2nd demands have been met, and I sorta think there might be a bit of evil ginny in there…that okay? Right. That’s all folks. Read, review, answer my question…and guys, about the no “new-lines for new characters speaking” I did do that but it hasn’t come up…sorry…
Damn, longness…: : puppy dog face : : Im sowwy. READ! (and please DON’T forget to review)
Chapter Two – Not So Innocent
I remember something Tom said to me. He was talking about fire and ice; how I was going to
bring back the darkness. I don’t remember, really. I was only semi-conscious at that time. But
it’s always stayed in the back of my mind. I tend to puzzle over it when I’m bored. I wonder what
he meant.
(An extract from Virginia Weasley’s non-living diary)
Ginny was in the common room, wondering how she’s be able to see Dumbledore without bringing
attention to herself. Her eyes widened as she stumbled upon an idea. Harry! Harry knew everything
about the castle; every password and passage.
She looked around the common room, searching for the boy who lived. He was, for once, sitting quietly with Ron and Hermione.
“Harry, I need to talk to you. Now.” Harry, the prick, glanced over at the others, smirking, then stood up and walked over to a corner. Obviously, Ginny thought, he believed that she would humiliate herself again by asking him out. She snorted, then started her act. “Harry, I need your help. I have to see Dumbledore. I just have to!” She said, her voice rising in a pretend hysteria . Ginny realised that she must be a better actor then she thought, because Harry’s face creased into concern.
"Why Ginny?”
Tears came to Ginny’s eyes. Harry’s eyes widened in alarm. She knew he couldn’t deal with tears. She almost laughed at his horrified expression, but managed to keep it back, choking on her mirth. The tears ran down her face.
“I can’t tell you.”
He looked at her, unsure. “Please,” she choked out.
He nodded. “Fine.” He looked around, then whispered in her ear… "and then you tap the gargoyle and say ‘Sugar Quill’. It’s the new password.”
Ginny nodded, then climbed out of the portrait hole. Once the Fat Lady had closed, Ginny reached up and brushed the tears away, flicked her hair over her shoulder, and laughed at Harry’s gullibility. “Oh, Harry, you big strong handsome man!” she tittered mockingly. She made a sound of disgust, and then walked absent-mindedly to the gargoyle. Ginny followed Harry’s instructions then climbed the stairs to Dumbledore’s office. She knocked once, then entered. Dumbledore stood up.
“Yes, Miss Weasley?”
Ginny took a deep breath. “Well, Sir, I want to change houses.”
Dumbledore sat down. All of a sudden, he seemed older, harsher even. “Very well, Miss Weasley, try it on.” He waved a hand behind him, and she looked around his office. There were sleeping pictures on the wall, past headmasters, she guessed. And Fawkes, the phoenix. Ginny finally realised what he was gesturing towards. The hat. She walked over and sat down, then dropped it on her head. The hat’s very surprised voice sounded in her mind.
“Tom Riddle? I would have thought you’d graduated by now!”
Ginny sat there for a minute, too stunned to move, then said amazingly calmly, “no, it’s Virginia Weasley.”
“It is? Amazing, I could have sworn…what can I do for you?”
“I want to change houses.”
“I see. Don’t like Gryffindor any more, eh? Fair, enough, considering how much you’ve changed…it’s easy to see where to place you…”
“Slytherin?” she asked dryly as the hat trailed off.
“Yes.”
“Could you tell Dumbledore that?”
“Oh, yes, of course…” the hat still didn’t seem to be over its shock. “SLYTHERIN”
Ginny smiled and took the hat off her head. She knew as soon as the hat had thought she was Tom that she would be placed in Slytherin. Dumbledore looked at Ginny sadly, as if memorizing her features. She stared back at him, then glanced away. She could not face his eyes much longer.
“Very well,” he said at last. “You will report to Professor Snape immediately. I will organise your timetable. Severus will take care of your bedding arrangements.” She nodded. “Go now.” Ginny moved quickly out of the room.
Snape looked at Ginny, dumbfounded. “You’re going to be in my house…” it wasn’t a question. He blinked a couple of times, coming out of his trance. “Very well,” he snapped. “But I don’t want you slacking off.” Snape started walking, then pushed past a tapestry. He walked into a room buzzing with voices. The conversations died down as they noticed a Weasley in their midst.
Then Draco walked over to her, smiling. “Virginia. I was beginning to get worried.”
“Sorry,” she laughed nastily. “I had to get Potter to tell me where Dumbledore’s office was. ‘Oh, Harry, my big fat hero!” she mimicked, and at once the tension that had been hovering broke.
Snape cleared his throat. “Draco will find somewhere for you to sleep.” She thanked him, and he nodded silently and left. Ginny swung round and faced Draco.
“Now what?”
“Come to my room.” He turned and started up a flight of stairs.
“You have your own room?”
“All Slytherins do. That way we can screw whomever we want. We aren’t exactly known for discretion.”
“Oh…” she trailed off, not sure what to say. As they entered the room, Ginny gaped. The room was done very tastefully in dark mahogany furniture and forest green covers. And the bed! It was so big she was sure Draco had seen, and been involved in, quite a few orgys. “I love the bed!” she gasped in awe.
“Good; you’ll be sleeping there.” She grinned. “Now get to bed. Tomorrow my,” he hesitated, showing the closer relationship, “friend will help you with your appearance.” His eyes raked her up and down, then he turned to leave.
“Wait! Aren’t you going to…help me with my…problem?”
“Not tonight.”
“Okay.” She agreed, unsure of herself. Didn’t he want to fuck her? Was it because she was ugly? Would he want to even when she was pretty? She changed the subject. “I don’t have anything to wear.”
“Your things will be here tomorrow morning. You can sleep in the buff. Most of us here do.” He was obviously trying to shock her, she decided. He was succeeding.
“That’s fine. I usually do anyway.”
“Oh really?” he asked dryly. He knew she was bluffing by her blush.
“Yes, really.” All of a sudden, Virginia was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open. She slumped, and Draco moved over to her. He undressed Ginny as she fell asleep in his arms. This was the reason why he wouldn’t take her virginity. He could see that she was bone tired, that it had been just a matter of time until she passed out. And, he admitted, there was also a bit of ego in there. He usually liked women to remember when he fucked them. He sighed, then slid her into his bed.
“Sleep well, Innocent.”
The dream was always the same. Tom stood before her, smiling at her. He ran the back of his hand down her cheek in affection.
“You have done well, Lady Fire.” As he was speaking, he transformed into Draco. She smiled; an elegant, almost wicked smile. She was no longer Innocent Virginia Weasley, Ginny knew subconsciously. She was Lady Elarania Gádia, nicknamed Lady Fire. He smiled slowly, then led her over to a mirror. It reflected them both. Elarania and Draco. But his name wasn’t Draco. It was Julian. And he was a Lord, about to be married to Elarania.
Elarania had red hair, that seemed to dance like copper fire. Her eyes were a violet that gleamed from the inside. She was dressed in a medieval style dress, which had a deep rounded neckline with white embroidery. Her lips were dark red, and her complexion was tanned; she didn’t suffer the curse of freckles as most redheads did.
Julian’s hair was a white-blonde, his eyes grey. He too was tanned, though it only enhanced the lightness of his hair. He was dressed in breeches, which should have looked stupid, but it only enhanced his muscles…and his package. “Are you ready?” He spoke tenderly. She nodded and took his arm. They opened the door and walked to the balcony to address the crowd gathered there when a voice yelled “AVADA KEDAVRA!”
The last face she saw when the spell hit her was that of her greatest enemy, the man who had cast the spell, Nicholas Flamel.” Pain jolted through her…
And Ginny bolted upright, a scream almost escaping her lips. She froze for a second, trying to catch her breath, then climbed out of the bed. She padded over to the bathroom that could be seen from the orgy-bed and splashed some water on her face, then got dressed. As she finished dressing, Draco walked in with toast. “Here my sweet virgin!” She blushed and took the toast. He eyed her, then said, “You wouldn’t happen to be born between the 24th of August and the 23rd of September would you?”
“She looked at him dryly. “No, I’m born on March 24th. And I would never forgive my parents if I was a Virgo.”
“Pity,” he chuckled. “It would have been awfully funny if Virginia the Virgin was a Virgo.”
Virginia glared at him for a minute, and when he didn’t back down, she decided she needed to work on her death stares. Then she dismissed it. “Weren’t you going to take me to see your…friend?”
“Yes. It’s Hogsmede Weekend. Come on.” He pulled her up and out of the room. Ginny trailed behind him, fixing a bandana over her hair and finishing her toast.
In Hogsmede, they walked past the Shrieking Shack and down a lane you could barely see. They reached a quaint cottage, with roses in the front garden. Draco knocked on the door. The woman who answered was gorgeous! Her thick black hair was piled on top of her head, but Ginny knew that down, it would look like a Spanish dancer’s. She had chocolate brown eyes, olive skin, and the body of a dancer. When the woman saw who it was, her eyes lit up. “Draco,” she squealed, then almost immediately calmed herself. “What are you doing here?”
“Virginia needs a make-over. She has a good body and face, so it’s mainly styling and hair.” The girl looked unsure. “Please Callasandra.” Callasandra sighed.
“Very well. Come in.” The inside was anything but quaint. The colour was almost violent, all hot pinks, reds, yellows and oranges. The furniture wasn’t matched, but still seemed to fit together somehow. In one room there was a bar and mirror, confirming Ginny’s suspicion that Callasandra was a dancer. “Sit here.” Callasandra ordered. Ginny sat, nervously glancing at the big window with the sun shining through. “Now lets see your colouring.” Callasandra stripped off the bandana, then smiled in delight and awe. Ginny hair was like copper fire. Callasandra sent Draco out of the room. “Any more surprises?”
“Just one.” Ginny took the colouring spell off her eyes.
The woman smiled. “A girl with many secrets.”
“Yes, Callasandra.”
“Please, call me Callie. Draco doesn’t like shortened names. Now, you sit back, and I’ll work my magic.” Ginny smiled and closed her eyes. She sat there while Callie flittered around her. Occasionally, Callie muttered things like, “no, not that colour…no, no life…hmmm….yes….that’s it….” Ginny patiently waited while Callie worked. Finally, she finished. “Come Virginia.,” and led her to a mirror. She looked up and gasped.
“That’s me?!?!!?!”
“Yes.” There was a smile in Callie’s voice. “I didn’t need to change much; you were only hiding what was there. I’ll get Draco.” She left the room. Ginny couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t Ginny standing there. It was Elarania. Everything but the clothes were that same. Draco walked in behind her, resting his hand on her shoulder.
“Are you ready, Lady Fire?” Virginia was jolted out of her waking-dream.
“What did you say?”
“Are you ready? To go home?”
“Oh,” she teared her eyes away from the mirror image. “Yes…yes lets go.” As they left, Virginia couldn’t help but look around for the man she was sure would jump out and try to kill her.
“Don’t go down to dinner.”
“Why not?” Ginny was starving.
“Because, the sensation – your new look - should be revealed tomorrow.” She sighed her acceptance. “Come on, Virginia, we’ll play a game.”
She raised her eyebrows in question. “What game?” She fiddled with the bottom of her halter top, then smoothed her hands over her purple plaid skirt.
“Strip poker. On the bed. But with a few differences. The winner gets to choose which item of clothing is discarded. Or, the loser can forfeit and be given an action.” Ginny thought for a minute, then nodded.
“Okay. Deal me in.”
Draco grinned and dealt. There was silence for a while, then, “Two Pair. And a seven,” she added as an after thought.
He looked up. “Well done. Three queens, and a pair of jacks.” He flipped his cards down. Ginny bit her lip. Draco looked at her thoughtfully. “Panties.” She blushed, looked away, and started to stand. His hand on her knee stopped her. “Stay on the bed,” he ordered softly. She nodded, brought her knees up and arched, sliding the panties out from her skirt. She handed them to Draco. He took them, grinning wickedly, and slipped them into his shirt pocket. They played another round, Draco winning again. This time she forfeited. “Take your hair out.” That was easy. Although it was in an intricate knot of curls, it was only held up by two bobby pins. She took them out; her hair, now halfway down her back, was a cluster of curls, shining beautifully in the light. She licked her lips, teasing him. He smiled, and crawled towards her, stalking her. . . she giggled. It was the last sound heard for quite a while. . .
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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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