Fairy Tales

To answer a couple of questions…Severus Snape, brilliant wizard that he is, cast a silencing charm on the door in Hermione’s chambers. Now, the fact that he did not inform anyone of this just proves what a sneaky bastard he truly is. No, the girls outside do not know that Brandon is his; however, Minerva and Hermione do and did before. Sorry about that Miss Weasley. By the way, you make me blush…


Thank you, thank you, and thank you…for all the reviews. Yehinghings will heat up, slow down and speed up all at once! Are you ready for some answers?

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“That there, that’s just wrong, mate” said Draco with a very intense look on his face. He and Brandon had been sitting in the corner of the library for several hours, not really knowing whether or not to run to the Astronomy Tower in order to take a nose dive off of it. Really, when it came down too it, Brandon was a freak and Draco was a…masochist?

“Look mate, I love you with all the brotherly love that a man could feel for another man, but, damn…your lineage is just…fucked up.”

“You know, mate, I could do without all the mincing of words. Just come right out and say what it is that you’re thinking”, Brandon replied.

Brandon took his hands and ran them through his hair. He had to sort this out. He needed someone with experience with creatures of the night. He needed someone who completely understood what this book was actually telling him. He got up, started for the door, Draco yelled after him. “Where are you going?”

“To get some answers.”

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Brandon stood before the stoned entrance to Dumbledore’s office. So far he had said every sweet he could think of…he had identified his problem, he did not know many wizard treats. Finally he resorted to smooth talk with the stone beings. When it did not appear that this approach was going to work either, Brandon relied on the ‘Snape Method of Convincing’. Unfortunately, the stone did not seem to be scared of mind tactics and back handed blackmail. He was exhausted. He was frustrated. He was about to go all Snape on this lousy piece of brick. As he slid down the wall next to the being, he softly said, “Would you mind just telling him that I am here to see him?” Knowing that this would never happen, he gritted his teeth and gripped his wand, ready to blast his way through the entrance. As he stood up, the stairwell opened and the guardians stepped aside to let him through. Riding up the stairs was brilliant. Seeing the office was amazing. This time he felt like he could look around. Professor Dumbledore sat there, twinkling, of all things. “What can I do for you, Mr. Nefis?”

Brandon took a deep breath, he was about to sidestep his father and go to some answers. If anyone could help it was him. Brandon blew out his air and said to Dumbledore quickly, “Ineedtofindthewolf.”

“Ah”, replied Dumbledore. He suddenly felt fortunate for speaking so many languages, perhaps he could now add ‘boggled teenager’ to his resume. “Yes, does your father know that you are looking for Professor Lupin?”

“He is unaware. However, he has encouraged me to find out the information that I seek on my own. Father has always been a fan of interrogation. That is how I look at this meeting. Now, will you put me in contact with the wolf?”

Dumbledore sigh and removed his glasses for cleaning with the edge of his robes. On the one hand, Severus hated Remus. On the other, Remus could enlighten the boy as to what is going on with him, without the embarrassing factors of a father doing the explaining. Remus was kind, intelligent, patient…he had been very helpful to Harry…but on the other side of the coin…Severus hated Remus.

“I understand your dilemma. I do possess a natural gift of hearing thoughts. I am aware of your problem. Let me tidy it up for you, my father will never tell me the information that I need. He is intent on me discovering this myself. I have done the research; I need a sounding board, as we Americans tend to call it. Now, will you help me?”

“Yes, 9PM sharp. The Room of Requirement. Ask Draco to show you where it is. My understanding is that he uses it frequently with Miss Dolohov.”

“Yes, sir”, Brandon left the Headmaster’s office, smiling broadly.

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Brandon had to do some fast talking in order for Draco not to want too many answers about why he needed directions to the Room of Requirement. Needless to say, it started and ended with a big-chest girl.

As Brandon arrived, Remus Lupin was already there. Dumbledore had contacted Lupin at headquarters and told him that Brandon wanted to talk to him. Remus had thought that he would come early; maybe get a handle on his nerves over the prospect of being in such close quarters with a Lamia.

As Brandon made his way into the room, he greeted Lupin with a nod, not quite sure how to address the wolf.

“Good Evening, Brandon”, Remus thought he would start with some casual conversation. “How is school going?”

‘Alright, I can play along’ thought Brandon. “Evening, Hogwarts is good. I like it here; closer to my family, well, my father.”

“Yes, let’s speak of your father for a moment. You understand that I am not of hif his favorite people, right?”

“I do not think that Father particularly likes anyone, well, there is my mother, he’s does seem to like her. Anyway, I never said that I was looking for a likable person, I just want answers. You are a wolf, a natural enemy. It makes since for the two of you not to get along. You also have the answers that to my questions because of your, I don’t quite know what to call it…your wolfieness.”

Remus laughed. “Let me address that. I have no ill feelings toward your father. I respect him, tremendously. He is a fine man. He, on the other hand, can not stand me. I am not so certain it is because we are ‘natural enemies’. I feel sure that he just does not like me, you understand? I am not your enemy. I was bitten when I was young. I was still raised to respect other people. I strive not to harm any person during my transformation each month. There is no reason to have tense feelings around me. I am just going to try and answer all of your questions, alright. In doing so, I would rather not step on your father’s toes, so to speak. If you are certain that this is what you want, for me to be the one to answer your questions, I will do so.”

Brandon nodded, then walked over to a chair and had a seat.



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Draco stood outside of the common room. He needed to find Echo. He needed to talk with her. How was he going to find her without making everyone in Slytherin suspicious, especially when that trait comes naturally with each Slytherin. Taking a deep sigh, he muttered the password and stepped through the portrait. Once he entered he realized that this might not be near as hard as he thought. She was sitting around the fire with a group of girls giggling. Draco noticed that her laughter was not reaching her eyes. Something was wrong. He knew that. He did not know what it was or how to fix it.

Stopping over the girls, they quieted their conversation and looked at Draco as if he had just grown a middle eye. “Professor Snape sent me to get you. He says that you have to come with me to his personal office. I am not sure what you have done…it didn’t look pretty.” There, that should sufficiently cast any doubts of me wanting to talk to the little chit. “Hurry up, he is waiting.”

Echo took a deep breath. She knew that she had done nothing to warrant Professor Snape looking for her. This could only mean one thing, Draco himself wanted to see her. She had begun to refer to him as the ‘little snot’. Earlier she was furious with him, now that anger had turned into a dull ache in her heart. She did not know why, but she felt lonely and cold inside. She knew that the only way back to warmth was through him, but she was far too angry to even discuss the possibility of getting over her anger.

She stood and prepared to follow him. They walked into Snape’s personal office in silence. When they reached their intended destination, Draco shut and warded the door. This made her slightly apprehensive. ‘Locked in a room with only him, the little snot.’

“I did some research in the library today. Snape has been telling me all year that I needed to find more out about you. Anyway, I discovered that your name is taken from a Goddess. I looked at some pictures of her. She was quite beautiful. I also learned that she was a nymph that was cursed by Herra. Mean spirited, that one was. Anyway, Echo, the nymph, pined for Narcissus. He did not want her. He did not want anyone, it would seem. Anyway, Herra took her voice and left her only to repeat what she heard. She was never able to start the conversation but always had the last word.”

“Why are you telling me this? I know all about the nymph. I am related to her, she was an aunt on my mother’s side long ago. I was named for her. What is your point?”

“Snape said something to me a long time ago. He said that you were properly named to be betrothed to me. I think that I understand. I am Narcissus; he was an ancient relative of my mother’s. This would explain the tensions between us. This would also explain why ---.”

“Wait. Are you saying that you are the most handsome man around and that you are to drive me insane with love so that I pine for you every waking moment? My, my, are we not full of ourselves. You know Draco, you are a pretty thing; I will give you that. However there are better looking men in this castle, your new friend, for example. He is ten times better looking than you.”

‘Alright, I am not going to get angry, she is upset because she took what I was trying to say wrong…what the hell does she mean Brandon is better looking than me? I am not a pretty boy.’ Draco was turning a deep shade of crimson.

“You get any redder and we could hang you in the Gryffindor wing as their new mascot.”

“Look, I am going to ignore your earlier comments. You seemed quite satisfied when my tongue was between your thighs.”

“Let’s address that. It will never happen again.”

“Fine, I have all I need from others. I tend to like a little body with my pussy.”

Echo was fuming. How dare he insinuate that she was lacking in some way. “It seems to me that even if I had the body of a goddess, you would still wander. How dare you leave me and go directly to another. How dare you!” She did not know where the burst came from, but she slapped hiHardHard across the jaw. Tears streaming down her face, she recoiled, awaiting his retaliation.

“I have never hit a woman. My uncle says that that is the worst sort of man, the type that will hit a woman.” He grabbed her by the hands and pushed her too the wall. She was struggling and for some reason that turned him on. Growing in length, he ground his hardening cock into her belly. “You are not woman enough to handle me. I do not know how you found out about my discrepancy, especially since it was done off grounds, but you need to realize little one, that I need things and you can not give them too me.”

“You hit Pansy”, she whispered.

Draco looked at her and started to laugh. His eyes were cold and grey, his shaft still rubbing against her. He was frightening her.

“Pansy is not a womshe she is the lowest form of scum in pureblood society. The daughter of a whore, she deserved what she got.”

“Never again will you put one finger on me.” She looked in his eyes. “I will live with you, marry you as I am destined too, but do not expect me to love you. How can I love a man that rolls off of me and into the arms of another?”

“Ahh…your hurt, love, understand this, you will be mine and I will take complete control of your body as soon as our wedding is over. Matter fact, we’ll pop that cherry in front of the entire guest list.”

Draco leaned into her neck, biting it hard and sucking at the same time. He had marked her in a place where the whole school would know that she was someone’s. He took out his wand and pointed it at her. She whimpered and said, “Please…please do not put another curse on me. Your last one…my life has been horrible feeling the repercussions of it.” She sobbed quietly as she slowly slipped down the wall.

“Why has it been horrible?” Draco knew that the spell was working. He could feel her desires for him, sometimes for anyone. He knew when she pleasured herself. He knew when she thought of pleasuring herself or him. The spell let him in on all the little secrets in her heart.

She hit the floor, her face in her hands…”I feel…I feel it.” She sobbed.

“You feel what?” Draco asked.

“Desire.”

Snape entered the room, “Mr. Malfoy, I am tired of squalling girls, get out.”


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I am sorry for the amount of time in between these chapters, I am usually much better than this. I know this one was short in comparison, tell me if you want answers now or later. Also, has anyone figured out the Echo thing?

FYI: My husband really wanted to name my second child Echo. He was so persistent; the man drove me nuts over it. Needless to say, I do not have an Echo running around, but the Greek tale is fascinating about her. Look it up if you get a chance. Also, it gives some insight to Narcissa Malfoy, seeing that JKR took the name. Another bit of strange info…as I was sitting in a 500 level British Lit class last week, I found out that there really was someone named Trelawney in Literature history in Scotland…quite interesting.