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Title: Be Thankful, Little Girl
Author: x_¤*♥eLANEALENa♥*¤_x dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Thankful (#43)
Word Count: 1139
Completed: [10/50]
Summary: [for lions_serpents] Ginny had once met Alecto Carrow when she was five and had accidentally fell into Knockturn Alley. Now, he pursues her, only for her to end up lost in Scotland. Who comes to her rescue? [morphs from Alecto/Ginny to Draco/Ginny]
Warnings: non-con, smut, darkfic.
Notes: It's a little spin for Thanksgiving. There will be more parts to it, though.
Once, Ginny remembered, she had almost wandered into Knockturn Alley. It was not her fault, she accidentally tripped through the entrance and was too scared to figure out how to go back. She remembered the deep voice of a boy who was about twelve to her five years of age. He glared at her and shoved her back towards the wall.
--
“Don’t trip here anymore.” Ginny cried out loudly, but stopped when she fell into her mother’s arms. The wall itself had morphed where she hit it and she was back in Diagon Alley.
“Ginevra Mollianne Weasley, I don’t ever want you going back that way again!” Her mother cried, clutching her to her chest. Ginny nodded.
“Dad says it’s scary in there,” Ron had said later, “that mean wizards go there.” He gave her an accusatory look, as if she had purposefully wandered into Knockturn Alley. She frowned and crossed her arms in an affronted glare.
“I’m not a mean wizard, Ron!” She shouted, “I tripped!” A red glow fell over her small cheeks as she glared at her older brother.
He snorted. “You’re mean to me.”
“I’m not talking to you.” She said childishly, walking past him and closing the door to his room that night.
--
Ginny remembered that because it was the first time she had ever met Alecto Carrow. She had a couple of more run-ins with him, but that was her first. She didn't know why she suddenly remembered. Maybe it was that for the whole week that she was to be engaged to Harry that she had been remembering all of the other guys she had ever met. And suddenly, as if her mind was read, he was standing before her, dark hair blowing in the November wind, eyes warm.
“Ginevra Mollianne Weasley,” he mocked in remembrance of that day, “what are you doing all alone in Diagon Alley, little girl?”
“I’m not little, I’m twenty.” He grinned and patted her head.
“You’ll always be little to me. I’m twenty-seven, darling, always and forever little.” Alecto chirped, pulling her by the elbow.
“Where do you think you’re taking me? I was here with someone!” She called, planting her feet into the ground. He looked surprised at her strength, but continued tugging her.
“I know,” he said, “you aren’t supposed to go out alone for fear of things like this happening. You were with that mudblood girl, Hermione.”
“Don’t call her that,” she objected. She tugged at her elbow, but to no avail. “And let go of me! What do you want anyway?”
“Oh, nothing horrific.” He smirked and continued pulling her, grinning widely when he felt her resistance lower. He then took the chance that he had to Apparate.
---
“That’s it, you’re a creep! Leave me alone!” Alecto slammed his hand against the door, forcing Ginny to turn around.
“What on earth--!” He had kissed her. It wasn’t like Ginny was reeling with sickness from it. In fact, it was the exact opposite. What was she supposed to say? He was a good-looking guy--a Death Eater--but good-looking nonetheless.
“Let go of me, Carrow! You’re disgusting!”
“Listen, little girl,” he said quietly, pushing a finger against her lips, “I’ll do what I want, whether you care or you don’t. So, quit complaining.” And again, he pressed his lips to hers.
And she gave in, just for a moment. So, that’s what she told herself. Her hands wrapped around his neck and pulled his mouth deeper towards hers, her hot tongue running across his carefully. He groaned quietly and ran his hands up and down her sides, taking careful consideration of her well-developed form. He pulled her from the door, still lip-locked, and moved across the floor of the room that they were in.
Ginny moaned quietly when he pushed her back onto a bed and his hands slid up her shirt. Big, nice, cold hands gliding across her pale skin. They left a trail of goosebumps and she could hardly help her arousal. She felt her bracelet catch in his hair and she remembered where she had been. She had left Hermione in Diagon Alley. In one swift movement, she had shoved Alecto off of her and he fell onto the floor.
“What--” He couldn’t finish, because once she had gathered her bearings, she had left. She didn’t recognise where she was at all. It was rugged and hilly as she surveyed the landscape. Moments later, Alecto had emerged from inside of the cabin-like place she had just left. She turned to him fearfully.
“Don’t touch me! I have to go back...leave me!” She screamed, but he swiftly caught hold of her wrists and yanked her towards the house.
“Let go of me, Carrow! I’m not going back in there! You leave me alone!” He pulled her against him glaring down at her.
“Be thankful that I won't hurt you too badly...” Ginny whimpered as he pressed his lips against her again, biting harshly on her tongue and her lips. Pulling away from her cruelly, he pulled her angrily toward the cabin and inside. It was dark, aside from the rays of sunlight cast inside. He shoved her against the bed and just began to pull her clothes off.
“Stop!” She cried, but he didn’t listen. He pressed his lips to her neck, biting deeply and licking and sucking the blood. She pushed her hands against his shoulders, but he didn't budge. His lips trailed acros her neck to the swell of her breasts and he bit the skin between them. She stifled a scream and then he bit her nipples, taking them in between his teeth and gnashing them painfully. He raked his hands across her stomach and ducked his head into her curls. She thrashed against him, pushing against him, but that gave him no incentive to stop his ministrations from hell.
His tongue darted out inside of her and he lashed against her clit, pushing his fingers inside, twisting them, curling them, inside her walls and scratching. She couldn't contain herself. She screamed loudly and he smirked, biting her thighs as his fingers continued their painful probing. Making things worse, he grinned sadistically down at her, before sheathing his pulsating cock inside of her.
"Get off of me!" She shrieked, pushing her small hands against him, but this only made it more painful for her. He continued his rapid movements inside her and she couldn't disclose the natural pleasure that fell from her mouth. She couldn't help the digust she felt at herself for allowing him to lure her this far and as he found his release, the wounds he had caused inside of her burned with intrusion. The last she remembered were his eyes and his voice, "Be thankful you're alive, little girl," before she found unconsciousness.
Author: x_¤*♥eLANEALENa♥*¤_x dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Thankful (#43)
Word Count: 1139
Completed: [10/50]
Summary: [for lions_serpents] Ginny had once met Alecto Carrow when she was five and had accidentally fell into Knockturn Alley. Now, he pursues her, only for her to end up lost in Scotland. Who comes to her rescue? [morphs from Alecto/Ginny to Draco/Ginny]
Warnings: non-con, smut, darkfic.
Notes: It's a little spin for Thanksgiving. There will be more parts to it, though.
Once, Ginny remembered, she had almost wandered into Knockturn Alley. It was not her fault, she accidentally tripped through the entrance and was too scared to figure out how to go back. She remembered the deep voice of a boy who was about twelve to her five years of age. He glared at her and shoved her back towards the wall.
--
“Don’t trip here anymore.” Ginny cried out loudly, but stopped when she fell into her mother’s arms. The wall itself had morphed where she hit it and she was back in Diagon Alley.
“Ginevra Mollianne Weasley, I don’t ever want you going back that way again!” Her mother cried, clutching her to her chest. Ginny nodded.
“Dad says it’s scary in there,” Ron had said later, “that mean wizards go there.” He gave her an accusatory look, as if she had purposefully wandered into Knockturn Alley. She frowned and crossed her arms in an affronted glare.
“I’m not a mean wizard, Ron!” She shouted, “I tripped!” A red glow fell over her small cheeks as she glared at her older brother.
He snorted. “You’re mean to me.”
“I’m not talking to you.” She said childishly, walking past him and closing the door to his room that night.
--
Ginny remembered that because it was the first time she had ever met Alecto Carrow. She had a couple of more run-ins with him, but that was her first. She didn't know why she suddenly remembered. Maybe it was that for the whole week that she was to be engaged to Harry that she had been remembering all of the other guys she had ever met. And suddenly, as if her mind was read, he was standing before her, dark hair blowing in the November wind, eyes warm.
“Ginevra Mollianne Weasley,” he mocked in remembrance of that day, “what are you doing all alone in Diagon Alley, little girl?”
“I’m not little, I’m twenty.” He grinned and patted her head.
“You’ll always be little to me. I’m twenty-seven, darling, always and forever little.” Alecto chirped, pulling her by the elbow.
“Where do you think you’re taking me? I was here with someone!” She called, planting her feet into the ground. He looked surprised at her strength, but continued tugging her.
“I know,” he said, “you aren’t supposed to go out alone for fear of things like this happening. You were with that mudblood girl, Hermione.”
“Don’t call her that,” she objected. She tugged at her elbow, but to no avail. “And let go of me! What do you want anyway?”
“Oh, nothing horrific.” He smirked and continued pulling her, grinning widely when he felt her resistance lower. He then took the chance that he had to Apparate.
---
“That’s it, you’re a creep! Leave me alone!” Alecto slammed his hand against the door, forcing Ginny to turn around.
“What on earth--!” He had kissed her. It wasn’t like Ginny was reeling with sickness from it. In fact, it was the exact opposite. What was she supposed to say? He was a good-looking guy--a Death Eater--but good-looking nonetheless.
“Let go of me, Carrow! You’re disgusting!”
“Listen, little girl,” he said quietly, pushing a finger against her lips, “I’ll do what I want, whether you care or you don’t. So, quit complaining.” And again, he pressed his lips to hers.
And she gave in, just for a moment. So, that’s what she told herself. Her hands wrapped around his neck and pulled his mouth deeper towards hers, her hot tongue running across his carefully. He groaned quietly and ran his hands up and down her sides, taking careful consideration of her well-developed form. He pulled her from the door, still lip-locked, and moved across the floor of the room that they were in.
Ginny moaned quietly when he pushed her back onto a bed and his hands slid up her shirt. Big, nice, cold hands gliding across her pale skin. They left a trail of goosebumps and she could hardly help her arousal. She felt her bracelet catch in his hair and she remembered where she had been. She had left Hermione in Diagon Alley. In one swift movement, she had shoved Alecto off of her and he fell onto the floor.
“What--” He couldn’t finish, because once she had gathered her bearings, she had left. She didn’t recognise where she was at all. It was rugged and hilly as she surveyed the landscape. Moments later, Alecto had emerged from inside of the cabin-like place she had just left. She turned to him fearfully.
“Don’t touch me! I have to go back...leave me!” She screamed, but he swiftly caught hold of her wrists and yanked her towards the house.
“Let go of me, Carrow! I’m not going back in there! You leave me alone!” He pulled her against him glaring down at her.
“Be thankful that I won't hurt you too badly...” Ginny whimpered as he pressed his lips against her again, biting harshly on her tongue and her lips. Pulling away from her cruelly, he pulled her angrily toward the cabin and inside. It was dark, aside from the rays of sunlight cast inside. He shoved her against the bed and just began to pull her clothes off.
“Stop!” She cried, but he didn’t listen. He pressed his lips to her neck, biting deeply and licking and sucking the blood. She pushed her hands against his shoulders, but he didn't budge. His lips trailed acros her neck to the swell of her breasts and he bit the skin between them. She stifled a scream and then he bit her nipples, taking them in between his teeth and gnashing them painfully. He raked his hands across her stomach and ducked his head into her curls. She thrashed against him, pushing against him, but that gave him no incentive to stop his ministrations from hell.
His tongue darted out inside of her and he lashed against her clit, pushing his fingers inside, twisting them, curling them, inside her walls and scratching. She couldn't contain herself. She screamed loudly and he smirked, biting her thighs as his fingers continued their painful probing. Making things worse, he grinned sadistically down at her, before sheathing his pulsating cock inside of her.
"Get off of me!" She shrieked, pushing her small hands against him, but this only made it more painful for her. He continued his rapid movements inside her and she couldn't disclose the natural pleasure that fell from her mouth. She couldn't help the digust she felt at herself for allowing him to lure her this far and as he found his release, the wounds he had caused inside of her burned with intrusion. The last she remembered were his eyes and his voice, "Be thankful you're alive, little girl," before she found unconsciousness.