A Tale of Two Wizards

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The Fox and the Vixen

Harry and Ginny were sitting under a tree on top of the hill; Harry had his arms around Ginny’s shoulders.

“You might have told me you know,” Ginny muttered.

“Told you what?” Harry asked, as he planted a kiss in her hair.

“About the prophecy, your search for the Horcruxes.”

“I didn’t want to see you hurt,” Harry said.

Ginny frowned, and pushed herself up; she put a light gentle touch on his chest making Harry sigh. She heard the sigh and smiled.

“What do you think my first year was all about, Harry?”

“Yes, and you didn’t tell anyone about that!” Harry exclaimed.

“I was scared!”

“Have you thought that I might be scared of losing you, Ginny, I’ve lost my parents, I burnt Quirrell with just a touch, I thought you had died in the Chamber of Secrets; I almost cried when I saw you limp and lifeless like that you know, I was desperate to save your life because – well, if I have to be perfectly honest with myself – I liked you, even then, I just didn’t realise until last year how much!” Ginny’s eyes were shining with tears and Harry tenderly stroked her face and tucked a fiery curl behind her ear. She leaned in his hand. “I watched Cedric Diggory die, Lord Voldemort dismissed him as a spare, do you realise how angry that made me feel? Then the year after that Sirius Black, and to top it all of Professor Dumbledore was murdered by that – that -!”

“Torn, pitiable human,” Ginny said. “Harry, you can’t still hate Snape after what he said.”

Harry sighed harshly. He hugged Ginny closer to him.

“I am not sure how I feel about Snape anymore, he showed pity and remorse in front of Dumbledore, how do I know he’s not acting in front of me? How do I know what he is saying is the truth.”

“Remus has backed his story up, and are you saying you don’t trust a man who was your father’s friend?”

Harry furrowed his brow his green eyes looking like the green sea in a middle of a storm. He shifted his body in a more comfortable position.

“Like I said I don’t know what to think!” Harry exclaimed. “I think it strange that your twin brothers seem to trust him.”

Ginny bit her lip. They had been sitting this close for half-an-hour on their own.

“Do you realise that we have been missing a golden opportunity here?” She asked coyly, as she crawled up his body. She put her legs over his waist.

“Are you sure?”

She pressed her soft lips on his and massaged them and then he responded and massaged hers. He put his hands under the back of her blouse and fiddled about with clasp of her bra. She shivered at his touch and shifted her weight on him. He felt his penis swell. She did too and giggled playfully. She kissed his chin and began unbuttoning his shirt, when she got to the bottom she spread the shirt wide open and began sucking at his nipple.

“Is that better Harry?” She asked. He took her hair and released it from her ponytail. It fell into a heaving mass of soft waves down her back. Harry spread his hands around to the front of the blouse. He was just about to start doing the same to the front of her blouse but she leant over and whispered in his ear. “Rip it!” She exclaimed.

“What?” He asked.

“You heard,” she murmured, as she pressed her lips on his again. “Tear it off my body!”

Harry blinked a little and then smiled wickedly as he grabbed the blouse and with one hard yank he tore it straight off her body. She moaned as she heard the violent tear of the fabric.

“Is there anything else you want me to do my red-haired siren?”

“Yes, kiss my breasts through the fabric of my bra,” she said.

Harry picked Ginny up, then he put his lips on the fabric, he felt her nipple harden beneath the soft blue cotton flowery print bra. She gasped, and then she bent down, and picked his chin up. Her brown eyes were as hot as her hair colour. She leant back a bit further and stroked her hands down his chest, and then she ended up at the button of his jeans. She decided to flutter her hand delicately over the fabric. His throat had constricted, and his urge was getting less difficult to control. She then took the zip, and slowly pulled it down revealing a pair of red lion boxers. It was one of her birthday presents for him. She bent down and brushed her body against it.

“Ginny, please don’t tease me!”

She giggled as she undid the button of his jeans and then she put her hands at the back and pulled them and the boxers down together. She then got back up and put her legs back over his waist.

“Your turn,” she said.

Harry groaned as she rubbed her vagina on him. He took the zip at the back of her skirt and was about to pull that down when Ginny shook her head.

“You want me to rip your skirt off too?” Ginny nodded. “However are we going to explain this to your mother?”

He made a grab for her skirt and ripped it off to. Ginny squealed and her eyes lit up. Harry’s hot hands began fiddling about with the elastic of her knickers. He decided to just slowly take them off and then he unhooked her bra.

“Now, Harry, let’s make love! Let’s become lovers!”

She opened her mouth, and he did to, she slipped her sweet warm tongue into his mouth, and he stroked her hair, and then they rolled on the ground until he was on top of her. Her red hair spread wildly in the coarse green grass. She was panting; the anticipation glowed in her eyes. He leant over and began kissing her so roughly, so passionately. It was the kiss of a virgin and a youth.

“Tut-tut!” A cold voice they both recognised said, as a shadow loomed over them. Harry looked up and saw Lucius Malfoy. Ginny screamed and made a scramble for her torn clothes. Harry quickly rushed his clothes on. Lucius was laughing silently. He had caught them in a rather compromising position. He looked at young Miss Weasley trying desperately to cover herself up. He rolled his eyes and unfastened his cloak. “Here, child, cover yourself up with this!”

“Last time you gave her a present it almost killed her!” Harry exclaimed pointing his wand at Lucius. Ginny hid behind Harry. She was blushing most profusely.

“Don’t be a dolt, Potter, she can hardly walk back to her home in nothing but her birthday suit can she? I am sure she’d not like that, and it is not summer weather either. Is it?”

Ginny put a tentative hand out in acceptance of the cloak.

“Thank you,” she murmured.

“There, at least one of you has a brain,” he said looking at Potter. “Anyway I have some news that I thought you would like to hear being her closest friends, I am sure you would want to know this as soon as possible. Is it possible that you could lead me down to your home?”

Ginny looked at Harry and Harry looked at Ginny.

“Why don’t you tell us and we’ll pass the message on?” Harry asked.

“It’s news, not a message. It concerns my dearest Mya!”

“Snape called her, Mia, and you called her Mya, her name is Hermione!” Harry exclaimed through gritted teeth.

“Yes, but it is such a drag to say when you’re in the throes of passion.”

Harry was about to lunge angrily at him, but Ginny held him back. Lucius noticed this, and shook his head at the enormous similarity.

“Harry leave it,” she said. “He’s not worth it!”

Harry gritted his teeth.

“Well, are you going to show me the way or aren’t you?” Lucius asked.

Ginny lowered Harry’s wand arm, and took his hand, and led him away a little further.

“He already knows where we live Harry he can Floo anytime he wants to. How do you think he managed to kidnap Mya in the first place?”

Harry sighed.

“All right, but this is what I meant by putting you in trouble, I want to protect you.”

“Charming sentiments I am sure,” Lucius said. He thrust out his Mark arm. “To prove I am who I say I am!”

“Oh, come on!” Ginny exclaimed in an exasperated tone.

“You won’t regret it,” Lucius murmured in Ginny’s ear thrusting Harry aside. “You know you have grown up to be a rather beautiful woman, Miss Weasley.”

“Back of Malfoy!” Both Harry and Ginny said at the same time. Harry pushed Lucius aside and took Ginny’s hand. He put his other hand on the small of her back. Lucius noted this act of dominance; the boy had indeed become a man.

They walked down the hill with Lucius watching these two in front of him wishing for the first time in his adult married life that he had a daughter instead of a son. He hated Arthur for having that many children. Lucius had a very vain wife. He wanted a few more children, he was rich enough, and the mansion was big enough, just one or two more, but Narcissa had locked and bolted her bedroom door for three years after Draco was born. And then of course he lost any warmth he had for her. Draco, he sneered, his only seed! But, he thought - with a wicked gleam in his eyes - not for long. He would have to disinherit Draco, of course. Not that he would suffer, Bellatrix and Rodolphus had accepted him, as their son, and they had a good home, and a lot of money themselves. Draco was no longer his son, but theirs.

“Let me warn my mother first,” Ginny said.

“All right Miss Weasley,” Lucius said. Harry stayed outside. “I’m not going to run away you know.”

“That isn’t the reason why I am watching you,” Harry said.

“Okay, you can go in now, I have taken my father’s and brother’s wands away from them.”

Lucius raised an eyebrow and smiled.

“It’s a pity that you were – well – never mind,” Lucius said in a hesitant manner.

“I do mind finish that sentence,” Ginny snapped.

He took her face in his hands and stroked her cheek.

“It’s a pity you are not MY daughter I would have been proud of you!”

He walked into the door giving the house a contemptible sneer. Ginny shivered, and Harry walked up to her and kissed where Malfoy had touched her, as if to cleanse her from him.

“Creep,” she muttered.

They walked in. Lucius was standing up leaning against the kitchen unit. Molly was making a cup of tea. Arthur was watching Lucius with a beady eye, and Ron was watching him with an even keener eye. Lucius smiled a reptilian grin when Molly had handed him a cup of tea; Molly avoided his gaze. Ginny looked at them. She bit her lip, and suddenly realised something about her mother that she had never known before. Lucius Malfoy and her mother were the same age – of course – he must have wanted her mother for himself.

“Thank you Mrs Weasley,” he said, as he sipped at it. He gazed around the room to find the best seat he could, and eventually settled on a seat that was less worn out, and patched up than the others. Molly, Arthur, Ron, Harry and Ginny followed and sat themselves down to.

“You said you had some news,” Arthur said testily. “I am sure you want to get it over with, as soon as possible, so as to be out of this home, as quickly as you can!”

“I have not said one word against your abode have I?” Lucius asked. “That comment means that you want ME out of your house as soon as possible.”

“I wonder why that is!” Ron exclaimed sarcastically. “We’re not exactly Party buddies are we.”

“Ah, Master Weasley, that could very well be about to change you know!” He said sipping his tea again.

Ron glowered at him. Ginny wrapped the cloak about her. Harry picked up a throw and wrapped it around her and snuggled her into him.

“You said you had some news, Malfoy, now out with it!” Arthur exclaimed.

“All in good time. Why don’t you sit down Molly?” His intimate use of his wife’s first name made Arthur shake uncontrollably. Molly shook her head at her husband, he calmed down.

“No, no, it’s all right, Mr Malfoy,” she murmured.

“You must be rushed off your feet, you know you had an alternative don’t you?”

“It was MY choice, Lucius,” Molly replied. “And I don’t regret it.”

He smirked. He leaned back in the seat and drank the rest of the tea. He continued looking at Molly.

“You were attractive you know,” he said. “Remember when we were head boy and girl together?”

Molly flitted her eyes to her children.

“You two go upstairs!” She ordered.

“Oh no, Molly, I am not going to go into detail,” he gave a cursory glance in Ginny’s direction. “And they are not children anymore.”

Ron’s jaw dropped in absolute astonishment.

“First Lockhart, then HIM!” He pointed to Malfoy. He looked at his mother, as if she had betrayed him.

“Ron, it was a long time ago, and I became wiser for the wear.” To prove her point she walked over to Arthur, and he got up so that she could sit on the seat, and he sat on the arm and put an arm around her shoulders.

“Have I sown a seed of discord into the harmonious household?” He asked smoothly. “I am so sorry about that,” he purred.

“Get it over with Malfoy,” Arthur said.

“Interesting thing about choices isn’t it,” Lucius said. “You see I have fallen in love with a girl that could have been your daughter, but for another circumstance. She is like you Molly in so many ways, and having her makes me feel like I have you back again.”

Arthur squeezed his wife’s shoulder tightly.

“We know about you and Hermione,” Arthur said coldly. “Severus has told us how much you have damaged Hermione.”

“That is his opinion,” he murmured softly. “You see, Hermione, or Mya, as I like to call her, loves me. She has said so, and I love her. It is as simple as that.”

“You bastard!” Ron exclaimed. Lucius rolled his eyes.

“That is the third time I have been accused of that. I can offer you my family tree anytime you want to look at it, that should clear that one up in a moment.”

“So, that is your news, goodbye.” Harry said.

“No, my dear boy,” Lucius said smiling! “It is not as simple as that. You see Hermione is going to be my wife!”

The news of this silenced the room. Harry dropped his jaw in astonishment.

“She’d never agree to marry you.”

“Oh wouldn’t she,” he sneered. He got up and looked at the fireplace. “Molly, where is the Floo powder? I told her to wait by the fireplace in our boudoir just in case.”

Arthur got up instead and picked up a small grey bowl with a few pinches left.

“Be quick about it!” He growled in his ear. “And stop calling my wife by her first name, you lost.”

“Have I indeed?” Malfoy growled back. “I think I’ve won.”

He took a pinch of Floo powder, and said the name and location in a clear whisper, so no one else heard where she was, not even Arthur could hear what he was saying. But it worked for they all saw Hermione’s face through the blaze of green smoke. She put a hand into the fire and Lucius took it. She stepped out holding his hand. She had to shake some ash off her, which Lucius gladly helped her in doing. Some were on her breasts and he made a particular point to rub it off there. The rest he used a spell to clear up.

She then stepped forward. She was wearing a deep violet purple velvet cloak and she unclasped it to reveal a matching colour dress, but in silk. It had a low breast line, and she had her hair all pinned up nicely. Ron and Harry could not believe that this – this – well, neither could think of a word to describe how she looked. She was almost completely different. Ginny looked at her closely. She knew that at a glance, Tom Riddle had meddled with her some way or other.

“Gorgeous isn’t she?” Lucius asked, putting an arm around her waist and squeezed her stomach. “Are you all right my love?”

“Yes,” Hermione said.

“Show them the ring,” Lucius said. He kissed her on the cheek.

Hermione extended her hand out, and showed everyone the ring.

“Lucius,” she whispered. “Can I talk to Ginny on her own for a few minutes please?”

“Of course, you may, darling,” he murmured. She looked into his eyes and he leant over and placed his lips on hers and kissed her. “You are wonderful. Get this over with so that we can get on with our arrangements. Why don’t you ask Miss Weasley to be your bridesmaid?”

Lucius let Hermione out of his grip, but he stroked her stomach first, which made her gasp. Why must she always be sexual with him? With Snape she felt he wanted something a bit more from her. She walked out of the living room, and her friends followed leaving Lucius with Arthur and Molly.

They walked up the stairs; Ron had his jaw dropped to the ground, as he followed her. Harry kept his eyes on Ginny in case he felt something happen. But Ginny had her eyes narrowed in scrutiny. They reached Ron’s room and walked in.

“What in Gryffindor’s beard is going on?” Ginny asked. “Snape I can just about accept, especially after he revealed certain things to us, but LUCIUS MALFOY?”

“Oh please, Ginny, don’t make this more complicated than it already is please!” Hermione said with tears shining through her eyes. “You of all people should understand what its like to be raped by Lord Voldemort!”

“WHAT!” Harry and Ron exploded. “HOW?”

“It just happened. He wanted me to sit with him and spend a morning getting to know me, he asked me all sorts of questions, and it transpires that Moaning Myrtle is my great aunt! Because of this he thinks that I might be what he calls Lost Blood. He thinks that somewhere in my past I was actually from a family of pure blood wizards that got lost in the mists of time, and he is now researching my family tree, if it turns out that I am, he will think twice before killing me.”

Harry sunk down on Ron’s bed.

“Slow down, Hermione, we can’t all think as fast as you can talk,” Ron said. “Moaning Myrtle is your great aunt? On whose side?”

“My fathers,” she replied.

“Do you love Malfoy?” Ginny asked.

“He hasn’t treated me badly, yet,” she replied. “And I can’t deny that sex with him is fantastic, but then there is something lacking about it. Something that Severus had that he doesn’t. I wish I could put my finger on it.”

“Perhaps Snape loves you and Lucius doesn’t!” Harry exclaimed to the surprise of everyone else. “He adores you, Hermione, and I might not like him, but even he doesn’t deserve to be messed around with.”

“If Severus loved me so much then why hasn’t he got his cowardly butt over to me and took me in his arms and rescued me?”

“He’s planning to,” Ginny said.

“He better get a bloody move on!” Hermione exclaimed.

Hermione was about to sit down and talk further when Lucius called up the stairs.

“Mya!”

“Coming dear!” she turned to her friends. “I’m sorry guys, but he is my fiancée, and I have to go back with him.”

She let out a small smile and walked out of the room. They followed, and as they stood at the top of the stairs they watched Lucius put the cloak over Hermione’s shoulders.

“You can keep my cloak, Miss Weasley, for further adventures,” he said looking at Ginny and Harry with a smirk on his face. At least The Boy Who Lived weren’t compensating for something.

He kissed Hermione again and walked out the front door. Ron turned around and slammed the door, Harry was sure he heard Ron softly sobbing. Hermione had broken his heart, yet Ron would help her, it was his nature.


A/N So what do you think now? The plot bunnies just keep on coming don't they!