My Draco/Ginny/Blaise Story: 'Unexpected' - Ch. 1
This is Chapter 1 of a story I posted on FanFiction.net under my username 'dracademented'.
Title: Unexpected
Rating: R, slightly NC-17 in later chapters
Pairing: Draco/Ginny/Blaise
Warnings: Dark Romance, Blood, Gore and Violence. Minor charcater death later on. Basically all the good stuff. :)
Ginny sat and stared at her brother, not quite believing what he'd just
asked her to do
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Author's Notes: I would like to make it clear now that I do NOT
speak French. I am using a dictionary/translator on my computer, so I'm aware
it won't be perfect. If you do speak French, I would like to apologize now for
any slaughtering of the language I may have inadvertently caused. Otherwise,
what do you care, right? On to the story! Please review!
French translations: ((example))
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Ginny sat and stared at her brother,
not quite believing what he'd just asked her to do. Her day had started out
normally enough, with her best friend, Lauren, hopping on her bed to wake her
up. They'd then had a nice, normal breakfast, and attended their nice, normal
classes. But as she sat in the Gryffindor common room, gaping at her brother
and his friends, she came to the conclusion that their request was anything but
normal, and that they had also gone completely bloody mad.
"You have got to be kidding me." She said, and Lauren
shot her look that showed she was just as shocked as Ginny herself was, and
that she, too, understood the real
problem. Well, besides Ginny's possible death if she actually did this.
"Come on, Ginny!" Ron pleaded. "Do it for
Gryffindor!"
"Let me get this straight." Ginny said, trying her
hardest not to yell or laugh hysterically. "You not only want me to take
illegal Polyjuice potion, but for me to then sneak into another House, Slytherin at that, after having changed
into Blaise Zabini, who happens to be the most dangerous wizard in the school
besides Malfoy himself, who happens to be who you want me to get dirt on, which
is what this entire scheme is all about?"
"Well...You don't have to say it like that!" Her brother
reprimanded. Ginny couldn't even really believe this was happening. It seemed
like it surely had to be a dream, and she felt strangely unattached to the
whole situation.
"I can't believe you're agreeing to this, Hermione."
Lauren said, looking at the studious girl with a new appraisal in her eyes now
that her initial surprise was over. Hermione had the grace to blush.
"Well, everyone's a bit sore about that game. So when they
came to me about it, I figured 'why not'?" She said, not meeting Ginny's
eyes.
"I can't believe this is all because Draco beat Harry at
Quidditch." Ginny said, slightly annoyed.
"It's not just that!" Her brother said defensively.
"He's had it coming for years, the slimy little snake! So will you do it,
Ginny? Please??" He was practically begging. Ginny cocked an eyebrow.
"What is it exactly
that you want me to do?" She asked carefully, liking the nice, cozy realm
of sheer disbelief that she seemed to be in.
"Well," Ron started, "I suppose anything
potentially incriminating you may hear while down there will be good, but what
we really want is..." He looked around shiftily and Ginny rolled her eyes.
"The book." He finished, and her mind reeled.
"Oh no, oh hell fucking no." She said, shaking her head.
She knew what book he was talking about. No one knew exactly what
was inside of it, but everyone in the school had a gigantic hard-on to find
out. Because the leather-bound black book was always in either Draco Malfoy or Blaise Zabini's possession. The
numerous rumors surrounding it varied, but no one had the suicidal tendencies
required to actually approach one of them about it. Not even Harry or Ron, not
anymore.
Not since Draco and Blaise had come back for their sixth year with
power practically rolling off them in waves, and something lazy and dangerous
swirling just beneath the surface, flickering in their bored, hooded eyes. But
the book...Some said it was a journal, others that it listed all of their
black, evil deeds, others that it was a list of sexual conquests or muggles
that they'd killed, and others swore it was their Book of Shadows, full of Dark
Magic that they'd learned or created on their own.
"You have gone mad,
haven't you?" She questioned them. Because whatever the truth of the
book's contents, she knew it would be
heavily protected.
"We know you can do it, Ginny! You're the actress, not
us." Her brother argued. "We'd just fumble it up. But you can pull it
off, I'm sure! And it's not as if you need to really steal it. You'll be in Blaise's body and Draco would give it
to you willingly. You'll be in and out, and Draco might not even be
there." He was giving her that pleading puppy dog look, and she sighed,
but still wouldn't relent. She didn't have a death wish, thank you very much.
"No way, Ron."
"Please, for me, Gin? We'll be eternally grateful, even if
you can't get the book. And I won't mention to Mum why Dad's Scotch always
disappears when we're at home..." He trailed off, and she glared.
"You're a complete bastard, Ron. Fine, I'll play your stupid
prank. Though should anything bad happen and I live through it, I'm going to
fucking kill you."
"YES!" Ron crowed, and then quieted down when the other
Gryffindors in their common room stared at him strangely. "Thanks, Gin! I
knew we could count on you!"
"Whatever." She replied, rolling her eyes yet again.
Funny how she always seemed to be doing that around Ron. "So when is all
of this supposed to occur?"
"Now!" Ron said cheerfully, and Ginny balked as her
safe, numb place shattered, and reality came back alarmingly quick.
"Now?" She asked incredulously. "But Polyjuice
takes a month to...RON! You've had this planned ever since the game, haven't
you?" She accused, and he mumbled and looked away.
"Yeah." Then he faced her again. "Look, we've been
watching them, checking out their routine, and Zabini's tutoring sixth year
Slytherins in the library right now. He'll be done in an hour and a half, which
means if we go upstairs and you take the potion now, you can make it to the dungeons by seven, and then be out by
eight, which is when Zabini will wrap up his session. Just for good measure,
we'll wait outside to distract him, so you can be completely clear of the
dungeons. Alright?" He asked, his face filled with an eager light.
Ginny nodded reluctantly, and for more than one reason, which only
she and Lauren were aware of, thank the gods. The whole way up the stairs, she
kept thinking of what a horrible idea this was, and how she was going to be
expelled at the least, and that was
only if Draco, Blaise, or some other Slytherin didn't butcher her first.
They walked into Hermione's Head Girl rooms, and Ginny changed
into the larger robes and boots they handed her, and that she would soon need.
She cursed silently under her breath the whole time, while Hermione opened her
wardrobe, revealing a simmering cauldron. She used a dipper to fill a goblet
that had been sitting beside the cauldron, and then picked up what Ginny
assumed was one of Blaise's hairs.
"How'd you get that?" Lauren asked, concerned for her
friend, though she thought the whole idea was rather entertaining over all, and
Hermione...blushed??
"Well, I s-sort of ran into him in the hall..." She
stammered, and then quickly composed herself. "Actually I almost didn't
even get it then. He'd felt me pull his hair and yanked the strands from my
hand. This one was wrapped around my ring, thankfully." She said, and
handed Ginny the goblet.
Ginny took it, and Hermione dropped the long black hair into the
vile looking glob that she was supposed to swallow. It sizzled and boiled, then
turned from puke brown to a deep blue, almost black. Ginny gulped in
apprehension, wondering how she'd gotten into this mess, and pooled her
Gryffindor courage. She brought the goblet to her lips and downed the lumpy
liquid quickly. To her surprise, it wasn't nearly as vile as she'd imagined. It
tasted of lemons and musk, and left fire burning down her throat to spread into
her belly and throughout her limbs.
The pain hit her suddenly, and it seemed as if her skin were melting
off her bones. It felt like being mashed in some giant child's hands, and then
having him clumsily reform you, twisting and pulling viciously. She heard
someone scream, but couldn't bring herself to think past the sheer agony. Then,
just as suddenly, it was over, and her slightly raw throat told her that it had
been she who had screamed.
She caught sight of her reflection and gaped, not hearing her
friends' inquiries asking if she was okay. She'd known, she'd been expecting
it, but it was still a shock to see herself wrapped in another's skin. And as
far as bodies went, she sure as hell didn't get a bad specimen, she thought as
she looked over herself in Blaise's body. She was now his exact mirror. It was his
elegant, arrogant and nearly-androgynous features reflected back at her, his broad
shoulders and narrow hips.
It was definitely his lithe and muscled body that countless girls
(and boys) had drooled over, shaped from innumerable generations of
aristocratic blood and hours of playing as a Chaser for Slytherin. There was
also the same waist-length, silky, velvet-soft black hair and stunning dark
blue eyes. She was amazed, and more than slightly thrilled. She turned to see
them all looking at her.
"What?" She asked, and the soft, low baritone of her
voice surprised her for a second.
"Nothing, it's just really strange." Harry commented,
and the others nodded.
"You’re totally hot, Gin." Lauren said, her eyes raking
over Ginny’s new form. Ron blanched, and turned to stare.
"But she’s Zabini!"
He protested. Lauren, Ginny, Hermione, and even Harry laughed.
"Exactly." Lauren replied, and Ron shook his head,
dismissing it as he did all things that he didn’t understand.
"Alright, whatever. Gin, put Harry's cloak on until we get to
the Slytherin dorms. We'll split up with you there." Ron said, tossing her
the shimmering cloak.
"That reminds me." Ginny said suddenly. "How am I
supposed to get inside?" Ron grinned.
"Harry followed Crabbe and Goyle under the cloak last night
and heard Goyle mumble the password. Now, let's go! You've only got an hour
before the potion wears off, you know." He said, and she threw the cloak
over herself. Lauren stared at where she’d been, and spoke.
"I can’t come, Gin. Detention with Filch. I’ll see you later
though, okay? You have to tell me everything."
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"Alright. Later, Lauren." Ginny responded, and they
left. All the way out of the tower and down to the dungeons, she repeatedly
thought about how incredibly stupid this was. They finally stopped in front of
a stretch of blank wall, and Ron whispered for her to remove the cloak. She
tossed it to him, and he leaned over to whisper in her ear.
"The password is 'Naguin
Cala'."
Then they were gone, disappearing under the magically enlarged
cloak, and she turned to stare at the wall, still berating herself. Finally,
she spoke the password, and the stone melted away. She had a moment of shock
when the stones started bleeding, and cursed herself for almost shrieking. She
was supposed to be Blaise, damn it, and she knew a little thing like a bleeding
wall wouldn't disturb him in the
slightest. In fact, if she had twenty galleons, she would bet them all that
either he, or Draco, or both, had enchanted the damned wall in the first place.
She walked in and stood stunned for a moment, another thing that she
was sure Blaise would never do, but she couldn't help soaking in the rich
surroundings. Soft, black leather furniture lay scattered around the room, and
everything from the gothic chairs and couches to the huge mahogany table looked
priceless. Paintings and tapestries hung on the walls, which were painted a
deep green and matched the pillows strewn all over the place.
There were huge silver and black cushions that could easily fit
four, and candles in their House colors were everywhere. There was one huge
candelabra hanging from the ceiling in the center of the room, and it cast eerie
light and flickering shadows over everything. She looked up, and couldn't see
the ceiling, but she did see two full, wrap-around balconies above her, before
blackness covered everything.
A huge, black marble fireplace was blazing, but the flames were
black, purple and green, and she wasn't sure whether they were actually giving
off heat or not. Two sides of the room were covered in bookshelves, and there
were a number of little study nooks built into the walls. Everything dripped
money and elegance, and she was so taken by her surroundings that she didn't
notice Pansy and Goyle until Pansy spoke.
"Blaise? Darling, what are
you doing?" Ginny snapped around, her heart almost pounding out of her
chest.
"I was looking for Draco." Ginny said, hoping she
sounded like the normal Blaise. Pansy grinned, and she felt a momentary twitch
of relief.
"Typical." Pansy remarked. "He might be in your
rooms, but I'm not sure. I haven't seen him since Transfiguration." Ginny
almost choked, realizing she had no idea which room that was. Thinking quickly,
she said the first thing that came to mind.
"My room? Why would he be there?" She asked, regretting
it instantly when Pansy's eyes narrowed.
"Very funny, Blaise. Maybe because that's where you two live?" She said, exasperated.
"So why wouldn't he be there?
Have you two been fighting? You seemed fine earlier." Pansy said, and
Ginny cursed herself for opening her stupid mouth.
"No, everything's fine. I-I just didn't expect him to be in,
is all." Ginny said, and almost cheered when Pansy's eyes flickered to a
passageway on the right.
"Whatever you say. Just go check, but I have to go. Detention
with McGonagall, the old prude. If you need to talk later, you know my
password."
With that, Pansy and Goyle exited the common room, Goyle nodding
to her respectfully, which threw her for a second before she realized that, duh, they thought she was Blaise. Then
the more pressing part of that statement hit, and she realized that she now
knew where the room was, but from the way Pansy had phrased that last sentence,
they each had individual passwords.
Swearing, she moved off to the passageway Pansy had glanced at,
and walked for a good thirty paces before coming to a dead end and a portrait
of an enchantingly beautiful woman. Who, on closer inspection, turned out to be
a vampire, which was made apparent by the dainty fangs she flashed as she
smiled at Ginny/Blaise's approach.
"Evening, love." The lady vampire intoned in a musical
voice, and Ginny saw that the portrait was slightly open, at which she breathed
a sigh of relief. Because she seriously doubted that the portrait would let
even 'Blaise' enter without the password. She'd seen how paranoid and cautious
the Slytherins were, and was sure they had their portraits designed that way.
She nodded at the woman.
"Evening." She replied, and then slipped inside the open
frame, leaving it slightly ajar like it had been.
She stepped inside and just stopped her mouth from dropping. She
knew Draco was Head Boy, but Hermione's quarters were nothing like these. The ceiling was enchanted, but unlike the Great
Hall, it was an alien sky that stretched above her. There were three moons,
each a different, vibrant shade, and various planets and nebulas and galaxies shown
over the whole expanse, with stars twinkling everywhere.
The floor was a shining, green-veined, black marble that reflected
the brightly glowing stars, and had dark, plush, emerald green rugs spread out over
huge expanses of it. The entire room itself was absolutely enormous, but was separated into three sphere-like sections. The
middle area served as a common room, with two desks made of black and silver
wezdink wood.
There were also two black and green velvet couches that sat to
either side of a coffee table, which was placed before a fire and fireplace
almost identical to the one outside. Bookshelves covered the walls all the way
to the domed ceiling, and comfortable-looking black armchairs were scattered
around, as were huge, velvet cushions like those that were in the House's
common area.
The next room, to the left, was identical in shape, and also
showed an alien sky, but was apparently the bathroom, and it put the prefect's
bathrooms to shame. It looked like a chunk of actual rainforest, with real,
towering, exotic plants and flowers that were spread around everywhere. The
only light came from the dimly colored sky and twinkling fairy lights in the
petals and leaves.
There was also a huge pool that looked like a mysterious, hidden
jungle hot spring, filled with sparkling water that had steam rising from the
surface. It even had a waterfall, which fell splashing into it and lulled you
with the relaxing natural music that it made. She tore her eyes away, looking
to the right of the common area, and saw the bedroom.
It, too, was huge and spherical, another alien sky occupying the
ceiling, but the walls were also enchanted. It looked like a stolen spot of
space and beauty, as if you'd be stepping into another world altogether once
you passed under the archway. Candles floated in midair around the room, and
the seductive scent of jasmine and lemons drifted over her. The fur rug was
thick and black, and felt as if you were walking on a cloud.
The largest bed she'd ever seen sat in the center of the room, a
huge four-poster with black and green velvet drapes that hit the floor, but had
no top. The bed was also made of priceless black wezdink wood, but what caught
her breath in her throat was the person occupying it, draped on the green silk
sheets in nothing but baggy satin pajama pants.
She should have known that he would be here, otherwise the
portrait wouldn’t have been open, but she’d been so nervous that she hadn’t
thought...Her eyes wondered over a muscled stomach and perfect hipbones,
soaking in the vision of flawless snow white skin and admiring the waist-length
hair that was a twin of Blaise's own, except for the fact that it was frosty
silver.
Celtic vines so dark a green they were almost black were twisted
into the rune of infinity, permanently inked forever onto his upper right arm.
It was an enchanted tattoo, and constantly moved, the rune flowing into itself
over and over in ceaseless rotation, much like the idea it symbolized. When he
moved, parts of it seemed to shine like silver glitter in the light.
It was a startling contrast to his ice-kissed flesh, and as she
looked again, she saw a name placed inside of the knot. It read 'Blaise' in the
Old Tongue, which any pureblooded witch or wizard worth their shit had had learned
long before Hogwarts. The ink of the name was entirely black, so much so that
it was almost blue, and it seemed to soak up the light.
She realized with a start that it was almost the exact same color
as Blaise's hair, and forced her eyes to keep moving, traveling slowly up a
graceful neck, and lingering over the chiseled, arrogant, and perfectly
beautiful features of Draco Malfoy's aristocratic, almost-androgynous face,
before her eyes found his. Midnight blue met liquid mercury, and a sly grin
quirked his full lips. She walked slowly towards him, almost in a trance.
"What are you doing back early?" Draco drawled, and
Ginny's legs felt weak.
He stood in one cat-like movement, and she watched, fascinated, at
the play of muscles under his pale skin. She jerked her eyes back up, scolding
herself for losing control. What was she thinking, checking him out? She was
supposed to be his best friend, not some goggling, lovesick schoolgirl.
"We, um, finished early." She said weakly, once again
cursing her brother's stupidity, and her own.
"Did you, now?" Draco asked coyly, gliding closer and
stopping less than a hand-span away. Ginny's chest felt tight, and it was hard
to breathe. This had been so stupid. So very, very bloody stupid.
"Yeah, um..."
But she didn't get to finish because Draco's lips covered hers,
and icy shocks seemed to shoot down every nerve ending. His tongue snaked at
her lips, and she opened them eagerly, before realization hit. She was...He
was...She was BLAISE! He wasn't
kissing her, he thought she was Blaise, and suddenly the one bed made
sense, and she remembered Pansy's words about this being 'their' room, when seventh
years usually have their own.
Ginny's heart seemed to sink and swell at the same time, even as
her blood flowed like lava. She had somehow been pushed against one of the
enchanted walls, and Draco's hands seared her skin, cold yet somehow warm at
the same time. She felt him hesitate after a few seconds, and start to pull
away, confused and wary silver eyes snapping open. She heard something, but was
too far gone to realize what it was until a very
unhappy off voice cut through her haze.
"What the fuck is going on?" The venomous voice hissed,
and Draco immediately sprang all the way backwards, his head snapping around.
He reminded her strongly of a cornered tiger as his gaze flicked to the
archway, and Ginny's blood froze as she saw the real Blaise standing in between
the bedroom and the common area.
She didn't, however, see that his face was a mix between
heartbreak and rage for a split second before it went blank right as she
glanced up at him. Draco looked back and forth, and Blaise's still-furious eyes
followed his. When they met hers, he looked slightly surprised, the fury fading
a bit, before turning back to Draco, who was backing away, looking at them both
distrustfully.
"Que être ma mère milieu nom?"
Draco
asked out of nowhere, his eyes moving from one of them to the other.
Ginny recognized the language as French, but she had no idea what
he'd said. Blaise looked momentarily confused, before he gave a very Slytherin
smirk and answered without hesitation, while sliding his robes from his
shoulders, revealing a sleeveless black shirt and a tattoo that was a replica
of Draco's, but said 'Draco' in the Old Tongue instead of 'Blaise'. ((What's my
mother's middle name?))
"Mirabella." Blaise said smoothly, and before she knew
what had happened, Draco's hand was around her throat and she was once more
being slammed into the wall, but it was a lot less friendly then the last time.
The air was knocked out of her, and she felt her feet dangling off the ground.
She would have been shocked at his strength, but she was too busy trying to
breathe.
"Vous défier! Qui le coït être vous? Foutu imbecile! Je dois déchirer sortir votre
foutu gorge!" Draco spat, his face filled with a cold fury. Blaise had
watched her own face throughout Draco's curses, and turned to him now with a
slightly amused expression. ((You dare! Who the fuck are you? Fucking imbecile!
I'll rip out your fucking throat!))
"Whoever it is can't
understand you. Rappeler votre
Anglais, mon âme." Blaise said, and Draco looked
surprised for a moment, before nodding. ((Remember your English, my soul.))
"I knew it didn't feel right." Draco hissed. "Who
the fuck are you?" He demanded, his eyes glowing in anger. Blaise had
moved up behind him, and he didn't seem very pleased either.
She cursed her brother repeatedly in her head, thinking of
numerous ways to make him pay if she lived through this, before motioning to
her throat. Draco squeezed tighter, his nails digging into her like small
daggers, before dropping her unceremoniously on the ground. She fell to her
knees in a heap, gasping for air. Something warm trickled down her neck, and
her fingers came away bloody when she touched it. Yes, Ron was so going to die. When she felt confident
that she was no longer on the verge of passing out, she looked up to see two
wands pointed directly at her.
"Who are you?" Blaise repeated. "And what the
bloody hell are you doing in my body? And snogging Draco, at that?"
"He snogged me!" Ginny said without thinking.
Draco snorted.
"Thought you were Blaise." He said, as if it were the
most obvious thing in the world. "For about a half a second, anyway."
He flashed a wicked smile at the other Slytherin, who grinned right back and then
looked thoughtful.
"You know, I suppose this is the one situation where the
cheating party really isn't
guilty." Blaise said, and it was Draco's turn to look amused.
Ginny was reeling. Not just from the kiss and being caught, but
because she'd seen more emotions from the two of them in the last few minutes
than she had in over five years, and she'd just discovered that the two most
shaggable boys in Hogwarts, both of whom she secretly had way more than a crush
on, were shagging each other. Or so it bloody well seemed.
"Ch-Cheating?" She stammered, quite shocked over this
turn of events, though in a way, she supposed she shouldn't have been. Draco
gave her a calculating look, and then turned to Blaise.
"I figure it's Polyjuice. None of the idiots around here know
any other spells to change form, except a few of the other Slytherins, and none
of them would be stupid enough to even think
of doing this. So who could it be? A Hufflepuff would be too terrified, a
Ravenclaw too clever, so it must be a Gryffindor." He spat out the last
word as if it were foul, and Ginny wisely decided to stay silent.
"Yes," Blaise crooned, staring at her as if she were an
insect. "And it should wear off soon enough, I would think. This is
probably why the Golden Trio 'accidentally' ran into me when I left the
tutoring lesson early. They seemed surprised to see me, and tried to keep me
there. They definitely got more than they bargained for...But anyway, they
looked worried and anxious, running off when we left. And that little mudblood
Granger ripped out some of my hair the other day. I got most of it from her,
but I've been wondering if she might have gotten away with one. I would have
made sure, except the little bitch did it in front of McGonagall."
Ginny gulped. She wasn't stupid enough to think rescue was on the
way. Because even if the trio went for a teacher when she didn't return, she'd
still be in heaps of trouble. She was going to fucking murder Ron for this.
"Look, I-" She stopped abruptly as pain ripped through
her.
The same feeling of skin-melting, bone-twisting disorientation and
agony washed over her, before finally stopping and leaving her panting. She saw
her usual red hair falling in front of her face, and looked up at them slowly
from where she was kneeling on the ground, fearing the outburst she knew would
come. Their masks were firmly in place, however, and not a single emotion or
hint of surprise shown through as they discovered her identity.
"What brings you so foolishly into the heart of Slytherin,
little Weasley?" Blaise asked, his voice bland and bored. She felt a pang
at the title 'little Weasley', inexplicably saddened that they didn't even seem
to know her name. But anger at her brother shone through her shyness for the
moment.
"This is all that bastard brother of mine's fault. Stupid
bloody prick, I told him this was the most idiotic scheme yet, but did he
listen? Now I'm going to be hexed into next year or expelled, at it's entirely
all his bloody fault." She was muttering more to herself then addressing
them, lost in venting her frustrations, her fingers digging into her thighs
hard enough that she knew there would be bruises later on.
"Riled up and sore over a sodding Quidditch game after an
entire month! Honestly, it's pathetic. But here I am, blackmailed by the little
shit, caught up in his harebrained plot that's already failed miserably, just
because he wanted a goddamn book that probably would have bitten my bloody
fucking hand off if I'd even so much as touched it. Stupid sodding prick." She hissed, still staring
at the floor, then froze as she realized she'd just said all of that aloud. She
glanced up quickly, and saw them looking at her half in amusement, half in
anger.
"You came to steal our book?" Draco asked, and she gaped
for a moment.
"What!? Do I look that stupid?
No, that's what he sent me here for, because
he's a ball-less little shit. Gryffindor, my arse. But I had no intention of even attempting to get that blasted
book. The gods only know what it might do. I’ve already had enough experience
with cursed books to last a lifetime, and from what everyone says I'd probably
get sucked into the ninth pit of Tartarus or something as equally horrifying."
She said, shivering as she thought about the real reason she'd given into Ron's
meager threat.
"Then why did you come?" Blaise asked, staring at her
intently.
"Umm...Well, I..." She trailed off miserably, because it
looked like she was also going to be humiliated before they killed her.
Fabulous. She was so going to haunt
Ron.
"Yes?" Draco questioned.
"I was, um, I was sorta curious..." Gods, this was
mortifying.
"Curious about what?" He asked. She moaned and buried
her face in her hands, and her answer came out too muffled to understand, so
she lifted her head slightly and repeated herself.
"It's stupid, really. Nothing you'd want to know about or
that you'd care about. I'm really sorry and you can hex me now all you
wan-" Blaise cut her off as he and Draco kneeled in front of her, their
faces hard and blank.
"Why did you come?" He asked, his voice cold and
distant. She shivered again, but this time it was from the hint of violence and
danger in the air.
"I-I..." She couldn't find the words. How could she just
tell them? They’d laugh and tease her mercilessly, or just curse her into
oblivion.
"Virginia." Draco growled,
a warning clear in his tone. "Why did you come?" She barely
registered his words, too shocked that he actually knew her name. And suddenly,
it all just came flowing out, even the things she'd never told her best friend,
who was the only living soul that even knew part of it.
"I...I came because I like you both. I find you fascinating
and intelligent and beautiful." She said, not thinking, because if she
did, she'd die of humiliation. So she stared at the star-strewn wall and let
the words she'd been too scared to speak to anyone tumble from her lips, not
caring that they could use this against her quite cruelly later on.
"It started last year, really, when you came back for your sixth
year. You both seemed so much different
then all the other boys I knew. I could barely stand for them to be near me, it
felt so wrong, but watching you both didn't
seem wrong at all. I liked your quiet dignity, the way you watched and listened
instead of chattering mindlessly, and the way you only spoke when you had
something worth saying. And…I've always been drawn to Slytherin." She
paused, steeling herself.
"I was supposed to be in Slytherin, actually." She said,
and she missed the glimmer in their eyes, since she steadfastly refused to look
at either of them.
"But I thought my family would hate me, and begged the hat to
put me with my brothers. It told me that I couldn't run from fate forever, but
obliged me and put me in Gryffindor. Later that year,
Title: Unexpected
Rating: R, slightly NC-17 in later chapters
Pairing: Draco/Ginny/Blaise
Warnings: Dark Romance, Blood, Gore and Violence. Minor charcater death later on. Basically all the good stuff. :)
Ginny sat and stared at her brother, not quite believing what he'd just
asked her to do
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Author's Notes: I would like to make it clear now that I do NOT
speak French. I am using a dictionary/translator on my computer, so I'm aware
it won't be perfect. If you do speak French, I would like to apologize now for
any slaughtering of the language I may have inadvertently caused. Otherwise,
what do you care, right? On to the story! Please review!
French translations: ((example))
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Ginny sat and stared at her brother,
not quite believing what he'd just asked her to do. Her day had started out
normally enough, with her best friend, Lauren, hopping on her bed to wake her
up. They'd then had a nice, normal breakfast, and attended their nice, normal
classes. But as she sat in the Gryffindor common room, gaping at her brother
and his friends, she came to the conclusion that their request was anything but
normal, and that they had also gone completely bloody mad.
"You have got to be kidding me." She said, and Lauren
shot her look that showed she was just as shocked as Ginny herself was, and
that she, too, understood the real
problem. Well, besides Ginny's possible death if she actually did this.
"Come on, Ginny!" Ron pleaded. "Do it for
Gryffindor!"
"Let me get this straight." Ginny said, trying her
hardest not to yell or laugh hysterically. "You not only want me to take
illegal Polyjuice potion, but for me to then sneak into another House, Slytherin at that, after having changed
into Blaise Zabini, who happens to be the most dangerous wizard in the school
besides Malfoy himself, who happens to be who you want me to get dirt on, which
is what this entire scheme is all about?"
"Well...You don't have to say it like that!" Her brother
reprimanded. Ginny couldn't even really believe this was happening. It seemed
like it surely had to be a dream, and she felt strangely unattached to the
whole situation.
"I can't believe you're agreeing to this, Hermione."
Lauren said, looking at the studious girl with a new appraisal in her eyes now
that her initial surprise was over. Hermione had the grace to blush.
"Well, everyone's a bit sore about that game. So when they
came to me about it, I figured 'why not'?" She said, not meeting Ginny's
eyes.
"I can't believe this is all because Draco beat Harry at
Quidditch." Ginny said, slightly annoyed.
"It's not just that!" Her brother said defensively.
"He's had it coming for years, the slimy little snake! So will you do it,
Ginny? Please??" He was practically begging. Ginny cocked an eyebrow.
"What is it exactly
that you want me to do?" She asked carefully, liking the nice, cozy realm
of sheer disbelief that she seemed to be in.
"Well," Ron started, "I suppose anything
potentially incriminating you may hear while down there will be good, but what
we really want is..." He looked around shiftily and Ginny rolled her eyes.
"The book." He finished, and her mind reeled.
"Oh no, oh hell fucking no." She said, shaking her head.
She knew what book he was talking about. No one knew exactly what
was inside of it, but everyone in the school had a gigantic hard-on to find
out. Because the leather-bound black book was always in either Draco Malfoy or Blaise Zabini's possession. The
numerous rumors surrounding it varied, but no one had the suicidal tendencies
required to actually approach one of them about it. Not even Harry or Ron, not
anymore.
Not since Draco and Blaise had come back for their sixth year with
power practically rolling off them in waves, and something lazy and dangerous
swirling just beneath the surface, flickering in their bored, hooded eyes. But
the book...Some said it was a journal, others that it listed all of their
black, evil deeds, others that it was a list of sexual conquests or muggles
that they'd killed, and others swore it was their Book of Shadows, full of Dark
Magic that they'd learned or created on their own.
"You have gone mad,
haven't you?" She questioned them. Because whatever the truth of the
book's contents, she knew it would be
heavily protected.
"We know you can do it, Ginny! You're the actress, not
us." Her brother argued. "We'd just fumble it up. But you can pull it
off, I'm sure! And it's not as if you need to really steal it. You'll be in Blaise's body and Draco would give it
to you willingly. You'll be in and out, and Draco might not even be
there." He was giving her that pleading puppy dog look, and she sighed,
but still wouldn't relent. She didn't have a death wish, thank you very much.
"No way, Ron."
"Please, for me, Gin? We'll be eternally grateful, even if
you can't get the book. And I won't mention to Mum why Dad's Scotch always
disappears when we're at home..." He trailed off, and she glared.
"You're a complete bastard, Ron. Fine, I'll play your stupid
prank. Though should anything bad happen and I live through it, I'm going to
fucking kill you."
"YES!" Ron crowed, and then quieted down when the other
Gryffindors in their common room stared at him strangely. "Thanks, Gin! I
knew we could count on you!"
"Whatever." She replied, rolling her eyes yet again.
Funny how she always seemed to be doing that around Ron. "So when is all
of this supposed to occur?"
"Now!" Ron said cheerfully, and Ginny balked as her
safe, numb place shattered, and reality came back alarmingly quick.
"Now?" She asked incredulously. "But Polyjuice
takes a month to...RON! You've had this planned ever since the game, haven't
you?" She accused, and he mumbled and looked away.
"Yeah." Then he faced her again. "Look, we've been
watching them, checking out their routine, and Zabini's tutoring sixth year
Slytherins in the library right now. He'll be done in an hour and a half, which
means if we go upstairs and you take the potion now, you can make it to the dungeons by seven, and then be out by
eight, which is when Zabini will wrap up his session. Just for good measure,
we'll wait outside to distract him, so you can be completely clear of the
dungeons. Alright?" He asked, his face filled with an eager light.
Ginny nodded reluctantly, and for more than one reason, which only
she and Lauren were aware of, thank the gods. The whole way up the stairs, she
kept thinking of what a horrible idea this was, and how she was going to be
expelled at the least, and that was
only if Draco, Blaise, or some other Slytherin didn't butcher her first.
They walked into Hermione's Head Girl rooms, and Ginny changed
into the larger robes and boots they handed her, and that she would soon need.
She cursed silently under her breath the whole time, while Hermione opened her
wardrobe, revealing a simmering cauldron. She used a dipper to fill a goblet
that had been sitting beside the cauldron, and then picked up what Ginny
assumed was one of Blaise's hairs.
"How'd you get that?" Lauren asked, concerned for her
friend, though she thought the whole idea was rather entertaining over all, and
Hermione...blushed??
"Well, I s-sort of ran into him in the hall..." She
stammered, and then quickly composed herself. "Actually I almost didn't
even get it then. He'd felt me pull his hair and yanked the strands from my
hand. This one was wrapped around my ring, thankfully." She said, and
handed Ginny the goblet.
Ginny took it, and Hermione dropped the long black hair into the
vile looking glob that she was supposed to swallow. It sizzled and boiled, then
turned from puke brown to a deep blue, almost black. Ginny gulped in
apprehension, wondering how she'd gotten into this mess, and pooled her
Gryffindor courage. She brought the goblet to her lips and downed the lumpy
liquid quickly. To her surprise, it wasn't nearly as vile as she'd imagined. It
tasted of lemons and musk, and left fire burning down her throat to spread into
her belly and throughout her limbs.
The pain hit her suddenly, and it seemed as if her skin were melting
off her bones. It felt like being mashed in some giant child's hands, and then
having him clumsily reform you, twisting and pulling viciously. She heard
someone scream, but couldn't bring herself to think past the sheer agony. Then,
just as suddenly, it was over, and her slightly raw throat told her that it had
been she who had screamed.
She caught sight of her reflection and gaped, not hearing her
friends' inquiries asking if she was okay. She'd known, she'd been expecting
it, but it was still a shock to see herself wrapped in another's skin. And as
far as bodies went, she sure as hell didn't get a bad specimen, she thought as
she looked over herself in Blaise's body. She was now his exact mirror. It was his
elegant, arrogant and nearly-androgynous features reflected back at her, his broad
shoulders and narrow hips.
It was definitely his lithe and muscled body that countless girls
(and boys) had drooled over, shaped from innumerable generations of
aristocratic blood and hours of playing as a Chaser for Slytherin. There was
also the same waist-length, silky, velvet-soft black hair and stunning dark
blue eyes. She was amazed, and more than slightly thrilled. She turned to see
them all looking at her.
"What?" She asked, and the soft, low baritone of her
voice surprised her for a second.
"Nothing, it's just really strange." Harry commented,
and the others nodded.
"You’re totally hot, Gin." Lauren said, her eyes raking
over Ginny’s new form. Ron blanched, and turned to stare.
"But she’s Zabini!"
He protested. Lauren, Ginny, Hermione, and even Harry laughed.
"Exactly." Lauren replied, and Ron shook his head,
dismissing it as he did all things that he didn’t understand.
"Alright, whatever. Gin, put Harry's cloak on until we get to
the Slytherin dorms. We'll split up with you there." Ron said, tossing her
the shimmering cloak.
"That reminds me." Ginny said suddenly. "How am I
supposed to get inside?" Ron grinned.
"Harry followed Crabbe and Goyle under the cloak last night
and heard Goyle mumble the password. Now, let's go! You've only got an hour
before the potion wears off, you know." He said, and she threw the cloak
over herself. Lauren stared at where she’d been, and spoke.
"I can’t come, Gin. Detention with Filch. I’ll see you later
though, okay? You have to tell me everything."
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"Alright. Later, Lauren." Ginny responded, and they
left. All the way out of the tower and down to the dungeons, she repeatedly
thought about how incredibly stupid this was. They finally stopped in front of
a stretch of blank wall, and Ron whispered for her to remove the cloak. She
tossed it to him, and he leaned over to whisper in her ear.
"The password is 'Naguin
Cala'."
Then they were gone, disappearing under the magically enlarged
cloak, and she turned to stare at the wall, still berating herself. Finally,
she spoke the password, and the stone melted away. She had a moment of shock
when the stones started bleeding, and cursed herself for almost shrieking. She
was supposed to be Blaise, damn it, and she knew a little thing like a bleeding
wall wouldn't disturb him in the
slightest. In fact, if she had twenty galleons, she would bet them all that
either he, or Draco, or both, had enchanted the damned wall in the first place.
She walked in and stood stunned for a moment, another thing that she
was sure Blaise would never do, but she couldn't help soaking in the rich
surroundings. Soft, black leather furniture lay scattered around the room, and
everything from the gothic chairs and couches to the huge mahogany table looked
priceless. Paintings and tapestries hung on the walls, which were painted a
deep green and matched the pillows strewn all over the place.
There were huge silver and black cushions that could easily fit
four, and candles in their House colors were everywhere. There was one huge
candelabra hanging from the ceiling in the center of the room, and it cast eerie
light and flickering shadows over everything. She looked up, and couldn't see
the ceiling, but she did see two full, wrap-around balconies above her, before
blackness covered everything.
A huge, black marble fireplace was blazing, but the flames were
black, purple and green, and she wasn't sure whether they were actually giving
off heat or not. Two sides of the room were covered in bookshelves, and there
were a number of little study nooks built into the walls. Everything dripped
money and elegance, and she was so taken by her surroundings that she didn't
notice Pansy and Goyle until Pansy spoke.
"Blaise? Darling, what are
you doing?" Ginny snapped around, her heart almost pounding out of her
chest.
"I was looking for Draco." Ginny said, hoping she
sounded like the normal Blaise. Pansy grinned, and she felt a momentary twitch
of relief.
"Typical." Pansy remarked. "He might be in your
rooms, but I'm not sure. I haven't seen him since Transfiguration." Ginny
almost choked, realizing she had no idea which room that was. Thinking quickly,
she said the first thing that came to mind.
"My room? Why would he be there?" She asked, regretting
it instantly when Pansy's eyes narrowed.
"Very funny, Blaise. Maybe because that's where you two live?" She said, exasperated.
"So why wouldn't he be there?
Have you two been fighting? You seemed fine earlier." Pansy said, and
Ginny cursed herself for opening her stupid mouth.
"No, everything's fine. I-I just didn't expect him to be in,
is all." Ginny said, and almost cheered when Pansy's eyes flickered to a
passageway on the right.
"Whatever you say. Just go check, but I have to go. Detention
with McGonagall, the old prude. If you need to talk later, you know my
password."
With that, Pansy and Goyle exited the common room, Goyle nodding
to her respectfully, which threw her for a second before she realized that, duh, they thought she was Blaise. Then
the more pressing part of that statement hit, and she realized that she now
knew where the room was, but from the way Pansy had phrased that last sentence,
they each had individual passwords.
Swearing, she moved off to the passageway Pansy had glanced at,
and walked for a good thirty paces before coming to a dead end and a portrait
of an enchantingly beautiful woman. Who, on closer inspection, turned out to be
a vampire, which was made apparent by the dainty fangs she flashed as she
smiled at Ginny/Blaise's approach.
"Evening, love." The lady vampire intoned in a musical
voice, and Ginny saw that the portrait was slightly open, at which she breathed
a sigh of relief. Because she seriously doubted that the portrait would let
even 'Blaise' enter without the password. She'd seen how paranoid and cautious
the Slytherins were, and was sure they had their portraits designed that way.
She nodded at the woman.
"Evening." She replied, and then slipped inside the open
frame, leaving it slightly ajar like it had been.
She stepped inside and just stopped her mouth from dropping. She
knew Draco was Head Boy, but Hermione's quarters were nothing like these. The ceiling was enchanted, but unlike the Great
Hall, it was an alien sky that stretched above her. There were three moons,
each a different, vibrant shade, and various planets and nebulas and galaxies shown
over the whole expanse, with stars twinkling everywhere.
The floor was a shining, green-veined, black marble that reflected
the brightly glowing stars, and had dark, plush, emerald green rugs spread out over
huge expanses of it. The entire room itself was absolutely enormous, but was separated into three sphere-like sections. The
middle area served as a common room, with two desks made of black and silver
wezdink wood.
There were also two black and green velvet couches that sat to
either side of a coffee table, which was placed before a fire and fireplace
almost identical to the one outside. Bookshelves covered the walls all the way
to the domed ceiling, and comfortable-looking black armchairs were scattered
around, as were huge, velvet cushions like those that were in the House's
common area.
The next room, to the left, was identical in shape, and also
showed an alien sky, but was apparently the bathroom, and it put the prefect's
bathrooms to shame. It looked like a chunk of actual rainforest, with real,
towering, exotic plants and flowers that were spread around everywhere. The
only light came from the dimly colored sky and twinkling fairy lights in the
petals and leaves.
There was also a huge pool that looked like a mysterious, hidden
jungle hot spring, filled with sparkling water that had steam rising from the
surface. It even had a waterfall, which fell splashing into it and lulled you
with the relaxing natural music that it made. She tore her eyes away, looking
to the right of the common area, and saw the bedroom.
It, too, was huge and spherical, another alien sky occupying the
ceiling, but the walls were also enchanted. It looked like a stolen spot of
space and beauty, as if you'd be stepping into another world altogether once
you passed under the archway. Candles floated in midair around the room, and
the seductive scent of jasmine and lemons drifted over her. The fur rug was
thick and black, and felt as if you were walking on a cloud.
The largest bed she'd ever seen sat in the center of the room, a
huge four-poster with black and green velvet drapes that hit the floor, but had
no top. The bed was also made of priceless black wezdink wood, but what caught
her breath in her throat was the person occupying it, draped on the green silk
sheets in nothing but baggy satin pajama pants.
She should have known that he would be here, otherwise the
portrait wouldn’t have been open, but she’d been so nervous that she hadn’t
thought...Her eyes wondered over a muscled stomach and perfect hipbones,
soaking in the vision of flawless snow white skin and admiring the waist-length
hair that was a twin of Blaise's own, except for the fact that it was frosty
silver.
Celtic vines so dark a green they were almost black were twisted
into the rune of infinity, permanently inked forever onto his upper right arm.
It was an enchanted tattoo, and constantly moved, the rune flowing into itself
over and over in ceaseless rotation, much like the idea it symbolized. When he
moved, parts of it seemed to shine like silver glitter in the light.
It was a startling contrast to his ice-kissed flesh, and as she
looked again, she saw a name placed inside of the knot. It read 'Blaise' in the
Old Tongue, which any pureblooded witch or wizard worth their shit had had learned
long before Hogwarts. The ink of the name was entirely black, so much so that
it was almost blue, and it seemed to soak up the light.
She realized with a start that it was almost the exact same color
as Blaise's hair, and forced her eyes to keep moving, traveling slowly up a
graceful neck, and lingering over the chiseled, arrogant, and perfectly
beautiful features of Draco Malfoy's aristocratic, almost-androgynous face,
before her eyes found his. Midnight blue met liquid mercury, and a sly grin
quirked his full lips. She walked slowly towards him, almost in a trance.
"What are you doing back early?" Draco drawled, and
Ginny's legs felt weak.
He stood in one cat-like movement, and she watched, fascinated, at
the play of muscles under his pale skin. She jerked her eyes back up, scolding
herself for losing control. What was she thinking, checking him out? She was
supposed to be his best friend, not some goggling, lovesick schoolgirl.
"We, um, finished early." She said weakly, once again
cursing her brother's stupidity, and her own.
"Did you, now?" Draco asked coyly, gliding closer and
stopping less than a hand-span away. Ginny's chest felt tight, and it was hard
to breathe. This had been so stupid. So very, very bloody stupid.
"Yeah, um..."
But she didn't get to finish because Draco's lips covered hers,
and icy shocks seemed to shoot down every nerve ending. His tongue snaked at
her lips, and she opened them eagerly, before realization hit. She was...He
was...She was BLAISE! He wasn't
kissing her, he thought she was Blaise, and suddenly the one bed made
sense, and she remembered Pansy's words about this being 'their' room, when seventh
years usually have their own.
Ginny's heart seemed to sink and swell at the same time, even as
her blood flowed like lava. She had somehow been pushed against one of the
enchanted walls, and Draco's hands seared her skin, cold yet somehow warm at
the same time. She felt him hesitate after a few seconds, and start to pull
away, confused and wary silver eyes snapping open. She heard something, but was
too far gone to realize what it was until a very
unhappy off voice cut through her haze.
"What the fuck is going on?" The venomous voice hissed,
and Draco immediately sprang all the way backwards, his head snapping around.
He reminded her strongly of a cornered tiger as his gaze flicked to the
archway, and Ginny's blood froze as she saw the real Blaise standing in between
the bedroom and the common area.
She didn't, however, see that his face was a mix between
heartbreak and rage for a split second before it went blank right as she
glanced up at him. Draco looked back and forth, and Blaise's still-furious eyes
followed his. When they met hers, he looked slightly surprised, the fury fading
a bit, before turning back to Draco, who was backing away, looking at them both
distrustfully.
"Que être ma mère milieu nom?"
Draco
asked out of nowhere, his eyes moving from one of them to the other.
Ginny recognized the language as French, but she had no idea what
he'd said. Blaise looked momentarily confused, before he gave a very Slytherin
smirk and answered without hesitation, while sliding his robes from his
shoulders, revealing a sleeveless black shirt and a tattoo that was a replica
of Draco's, but said 'Draco' in the Old Tongue instead of 'Blaise'. ((What's my
mother's middle name?))
"Mirabella." Blaise said smoothly, and before she knew
what had happened, Draco's hand was around her throat and she was once more
being slammed into the wall, but it was a lot less friendly then the last time.
The air was knocked out of her, and she felt her feet dangling off the ground.
She would have been shocked at his strength, but she was too busy trying to
breathe.
"Vous défier! Qui le coït être vous? Foutu imbecile! Je dois déchirer sortir votre
foutu gorge!" Draco spat, his face filled with a cold fury. Blaise had
watched her own face throughout Draco's curses, and turned to him now with a
slightly amused expression. ((You dare! Who the fuck are you? Fucking imbecile!
I'll rip out your fucking throat!))
"Whoever it is can't
understand you. Rappeler votre
Anglais, mon âme." Blaise said, and Draco looked
surprised for a moment, before nodding. ((Remember your English, my soul.))
"I knew it didn't feel right." Draco hissed. "Who
the fuck are you?" He demanded, his eyes glowing in anger. Blaise had
moved up behind him, and he didn't seem very pleased either.
She cursed her brother repeatedly in her head, thinking of
numerous ways to make him pay if she lived through this, before motioning to
her throat. Draco squeezed tighter, his nails digging into her like small
daggers, before dropping her unceremoniously on the ground. She fell to her
knees in a heap, gasping for air. Something warm trickled down her neck, and
her fingers came away bloody when she touched it. Yes, Ron was so going to die. When she felt confident
that she was no longer on the verge of passing out, she looked up to see two
wands pointed directly at her.
"Who are you?" Blaise repeated. "And what the
bloody hell are you doing in my body? And snogging Draco, at that?"
"He snogged me!" Ginny said without thinking.
Draco snorted.
"Thought you were Blaise." He said, as if it were the
most obvious thing in the world. "For about a half a second, anyway."
He flashed a wicked smile at the other Slytherin, who grinned right back and then
looked thoughtful.
"You know, I suppose this is the one situation where the
cheating party really isn't
guilty." Blaise said, and it was Draco's turn to look amused.
Ginny was reeling. Not just from the kiss and being caught, but
because she'd seen more emotions from the two of them in the last few minutes
than she had in over five years, and she'd just discovered that the two most
shaggable boys in Hogwarts, both of whom she secretly had way more than a crush
on, were shagging each other. Or so it bloody well seemed.
"Ch-Cheating?" She stammered, quite shocked over this
turn of events, though in a way, she supposed she shouldn't have been. Draco
gave her a calculating look, and then turned to Blaise.
"I figure it's Polyjuice. None of the idiots around here know
any other spells to change form, except a few of the other Slytherins, and none
of them would be stupid enough to even think
of doing this. So who could it be? A Hufflepuff would be too terrified, a
Ravenclaw too clever, so it must be a Gryffindor." He spat out the last
word as if it were foul, and Ginny wisely decided to stay silent.
"Yes," Blaise crooned, staring at her as if she were an
insect. "And it should wear off soon enough, I would think. This is
probably why the Golden Trio 'accidentally' ran into me when I left the
tutoring lesson early. They seemed surprised to see me, and tried to keep me
there. They definitely got more than they bargained for...But anyway, they
looked worried and anxious, running off when we left. And that little mudblood
Granger ripped out some of my hair the other day. I got most of it from her,
but I've been wondering if she might have gotten away with one. I would have
made sure, except the little bitch did it in front of McGonagall."
Ginny gulped. She wasn't stupid enough to think rescue was on the
way. Because even if the trio went for a teacher when she didn't return, she'd
still be in heaps of trouble. She was going to fucking murder Ron for this.
"Look, I-" She stopped abruptly as pain ripped through
her.
The same feeling of skin-melting, bone-twisting disorientation and
agony washed over her, before finally stopping and leaving her panting. She saw
her usual red hair falling in front of her face, and looked up at them slowly
from where she was kneeling on the ground, fearing the outburst she knew would
come. Their masks were firmly in place, however, and not a single emotion or
hint of surprise shown through as they discovered her identity.
"What brings you so foolishly into the heart of Slytherin,
little Weasley?" Blaise asked, his voice bland and bored. She felt a pang
at the title 'little Weasley', inexplicably saddened that they didn't even seem
to know her name. But anger at her brother shone through her shyness for the
moment.
"This is all that bastard brother of mine's fault. Stupid
bloody prick, I told him this was the most idiotic scheme yet, but did he
listen? Now I'm going to be hexed into next year or expelled, at it's entirely
all his bloody fault." She was muttering more to herself then addressing
them, lost in venting her frustrations, her fingers digging into her thighs
hard enough that she knew there would be bruises later on.
"Riled up and sore over a sodding Quidditch game after an
entire month! Honestly, it's pathetic. But here I am, blackmailed by the little
shit, caught up in his harebrained plot that's already failed miserably, just
because he wanted a goddamn book that probably would have bitten my bloody
fucking hand off if I'd even so much as touched it. Stupid sodding prick." She hissed, still staring
at the floor, then froze as she realized she'd just said all of that aloud. She
glanced up quickly, and saw them looking at her half in amusement, half in
anger.
"You came to steal our book?" Draco asked, and she gaped
for a moment.
"What!? Do I look that stupid?
No, that's what he sent me here for, because
he's a ball-less little shit. Gryffindor, my arse. But I had no intention of even attempting to get that blasted
book. The gods only know what it might do. I’ve already had enough experience
with cursed books to last a lifetime, and from what everyone says I'd probably
get sucked into the ninth pit of Tartarus or something as equally horrifying."
She said, shivering as she thought about the real reason she'd given into Ron's
meager threat.
"Then why did you come?" Blaise asked, staring at her
intently.
"Umm...Well, I..." She trailed off miserably, because it
looked like she was also going to be humiliated before they killed her.
Fabulous. She was so going to haunt
Ron.
"Yes?" Draco questioned.
"I was, um, I was sorta curious..." Gods, this was
mortifying.
"Curious about what?" He asked. She moaned and buried
her face in her hands, and her answer came out too muffled to understand, so
she lifted her head slightly and repeated herself.
"It's stupid, really. Nothing you'd want to know about or
that you'd care about. I'm really sorry and you can hex me now all you
wan-" Blaise cut her off as he and Draco kneeled in front of her, their
faces hard and blank.
"Why did you come?" He asked, his voice cold and
distant. She shivered again, but this time it was from the hint of violence and
danger in the air.
"I-I..." She couldn't find the words. How could she just
tell them? They’d laugh and tease her mercilessly, or just curse her into
oblivion.
"Virginia." Draco growled,
a warning clear in his tone. "Why did you come?" She barely
registered his words, too shocked that he actually knew her name. And suddenly,
it all just came flowing out, even the things she'd never told her best friend,
who was the only living soul that even knew part of it.
"I...I came because I like you both. I find you fascinating
and intelligent and beautiful." She said, not thinking, because if she
did, she'd die of humiliation. So she stared at the star-strewn wall and let
the words she'd been too scared to speak to anyone tumble from her lips, not
caring that they could use this against her quite cruelly later on.
"It started last year, really, when you came back for your sixth
year. You both seemed so much different
then all the other boys I knew. I could barely stand for them to be near me, it
felt so wrong, but watching you both didn't
seem wrong at all. I liked your quiet dignity, the way you watched and listened
instead of chattering mindlessly, and the way you only spoke when you had
something worth saying. And…I've always been drawn to Slytherin." She
paused, steeling herself.
"I was supposed to be in Slytherin, actually." She said,
and she missed the glimmer in their eyes, since she steadfastly refused to look
at either of them.
"But I thought my family would hate me, and begged the hat to
put me with my brothers. It told me that I couldn't run from fate forever, but
obliged me and put me in Gryffindor. Later that year,