Fairy Tales

Lady Passion: You are hysterical!! I laughed so hard! I am so sorry…I have been reading a lot of fan fiction also and really gathering my strength to write this chapter, but I truly understand your frustration. I am interested in the story Snape by Bree and she will not update and I am pissed. Also, there is a new one on Ashwinder, For Reasons Unknown; it has been in Queue forever!! I can hardly take it any longer. Anyhow, I am truly sorry!


Thanks once again for reviews. I know that you are patiently waiting for me to pull all this together, I promise it is coming.

If any of fee feel the need to help me, if it is your calling in life to Beta, you can let me know. I realize that I may seem scary and nuts but I promise that I will be a good little girl and only bite when absolutely necessary. Besides all that, I offer wonderful benefits and a dental plan.

Teacherspet: I realize that I am erratic (beta!) and n oon ooc, my snarky does not come off well, personally my personality spits out sarcastic. It’s a mental thing! I would accept any and all advice that you would like to send…I am offering cookies and a dental plan for a Beta…I can’t explain the llama thing…it was bizarre, funny, but bizarre. Anyhow…everyone is a critic…I think she liked me!!!

Thank you again for all your patience and nice remarks.

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Brandon awoke still drunk. He rolled over and pushed the bushy brown hair away from his lover’s face. She looked beautiful as she slept off the night of passion that he had inflicted upon her. Plump lips, knotted hair, scraps and markings along her body, teeth puncture wounds, this was the most erotic.

Placing two feet on the floor, he settles his head inside his hands wondering if he should really attempt to stand. Nausea crept over him as his brain swam and his head spun, ‘how did we end up here?’ Attempting to focus, he pulled his head up and noticed a small purple vial sitting on his nightstand, attached was a note written in loopy handwriting “Take this, you’ll feel better.” His mother, he knew this handwriting. Quickly, he swallowed the potion. As the fog began to clear from his brain, he began to contemplate just how he and Hermione had ended up in his bed at his parent’s home. Laying back into his bed, he let his mind wander over the previous night’s events, there was a Death Eater raid; he had participated, along with Draco and half of the others that he had met at Hogwarts. There had been destruction, mutilation, torture and death…to many deaths. He raised his hands to his eyes and bore the heels of his palms into them trying to eradicate the dark robed demons that he had willingly participated with last evening. Now sober, he realized that he could no longer deny his affair with the mudblood to his father. Now sober, he wondered why in the hell he ever agreed with this horrendous plan. Now sober, he remembered why he drank.

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“Draco!” a voice cut through his dreams. “I have sent each of the house elves to wake you! Get up! It is 4:00 in the afternoon and your engagement party starts shortly.”

Draco moaned into his pillow and rolled over, “Mother, I told you months ago that I was not going to participate in this ridiculous party.”

“Shut your mouth, you will marry her, you will do right by her and make a proper pureblooded husband for the girl. She will provide a proper heir for your father and me. Now, remove yourself from those covers, take a shower, shave your face, you look like hell, son, and quite frankly, you smell.”

She turned and slammed the door behind her. Draco slumped back into his sheets, they were cool and soft. Ten more minutes, that is all that he needed, just ten minutes more to fantasize that his single life would not be over in a matter of weeks….

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Severus Snape opened the door to his son’s room, “I see that you have choked down your mother’s potion.”

“Yes, Father”, Brandon whispered.

Snape noticed the small movement beside his son and raised a brow and sneered. “Miss Granger, I along with the rest of my home is aware that your silly little know-it-all self is hiding under my son’s covers. Try not to flatter yourself by thinking that you are deceiving me.”

Slowly, Hermione raised her head from underneath the sheets and looked over to Professor Snape, “Morning Professor.”

“Afternoon, girl. Brandon you have a function to attend this evening.” Snape turned to leave but came face to face with Remus Lupin in the doorway of his son’s room. After a low feral growl, Snape moved down the hall. Remus took a look at the young people still in the bed and smiled.

“You two need a small piece of advice.”

Brandon looked at the wolf suspiciously, “And that would be…?”


“Two words…Silencing Spell.” Grinning, the wolf closed the door behind him, leaving Brandon and Hermione bright red with embarrassment to find out that the whole manor was now aware of their relationship.

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Draco Malfoy stood in a dark corner of his family dining hall surveying the process of decorating. He had to admit that the house elves had done a beautiful job in covering the fact that the two that were to be wed hated one another.

Draco had Hog Hogwarts 3 years ago. He had spent most of his time traveling the world and flaunting his wealth. He had met a woman in the wilds of Portugal. They had been seeing one another for almost a year now; Mora was upset with him at the moment, as any woman in love would be if her heart’s desire was to marry another. To make matters worse, she would be attending the engagement party this evening, her father was colleagues with his.

Narcissa Malfoy padded up behind her son, wondering what she could say to make him feel better. She knew all too well what it was like to love another at the time of the ceremony. It was not as if she and Lucius were lovers before, they had barely even known on another. She placed a hand on her son’s shoulder and he turned to face her. She could tell that he was searching to ask her something, by the look of intensity in his eyes, it was something difficult. She smiled at him and said quietly, “You are my son, I love you and I will answer any and all questions no matter the level of difficulty.”

He grinned. Drawing a deep breath he looked this woman in the eyes for the first time in a long time. “Do you love father?”

She smiled, “Yes, I do. He has his faults, of course, but he is a—well, he provides very nicely for our family.”

“But do you love him? Are you passionate about him?”

“Draco, why does any of this matter?”

“Your marriage, it was arranged, as mine is. I just want to know if – It’s stupid.” Draco ran a hand through his hair and collapsed into a nearby chair. His mother followed him, “Draco, when your father and I met, we were not in love, nor was it important to him at the time. I really wanted a man that would love and cherish and honor me, I got that, somewhat…as much as Lucius can give it. I know that it is hard for you to understand the necessity for arranged marriages, but truly one day you will. Echo is a fine young woman and she deserves your whole self. I never got that from your father, he has mistresses all over the world. Some of them reside in our home. All women need to know that they are important and cared for. It is also nice to have faithfulness. You need to make a choice. You can not love two women, Draco. If I had had your father’s faithfulness, then I would have been truly happy.”

“But I have done something horrible to her. She could never love me back.”

“Yes, she will. Open your heart to her, your mind and your bed. Make her feel special.”

“I am not sure that I can ever make up for the heartache that I have caused her. I need to go, I have to pick up the ring and then I am due at her home soon. I will escort her here with me.”

Draco rose from the chair, kissed his mother on the head while whispering a ‘thank you’ and walked out the door.

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Echo stood in front of a full length mirror and took a final look at herself. Her long flowing black hair had a slight bounce to it this evening, her mother had wanted her to wear it up; however, she thought it looked more flattering down. She ran her hands along her dress. It was an emerald green strapless gown with a cut out back and long satin gloves that covered the elbows. She was happy to note that the dress had the capability of pushing her well-endowed breast up to give her the appearance of spilling over at any moment. She smiled to herself, remembering how Draco had criticized her breasts when they were younger. Picking up her shear matching drape, she turned to walk down the stairs to meet her future husband.

Draco was standing in the Dolohov foyer speaking to Antonin. Really, he could not say that he was listening, he was far to concerned about when the little chit thought she might arrive down the stairs. Antonin started to laugh, Draco followed, having no idea what the man found funny. From the top of the stairs he saw a stiletto heel placed onto the top step. His eyes traveled up her body, taking in the high slit on the side, the peeking bronzed leg that shown through it. He took in the hips that were rounded so nicely by the dress that she wore and the he sucked in air so deeply, Antonin laughed harder. Her body had matured into the one of a beautiful woman. As she reached the bottom step she handed her e toe to Draco and must have asked for his assistance, but his brain was not receiving enough blood to hear the comment. She however turned, giving him a view of her naked back. Slowly, he slipped the fabric over her shoulders, letting his fingers linger over her soft skin. She turned and thanked him with a smile. Taking her arm and tucking it in his, he lead her out the door and into the carriage that he brought to transport them back to the manor.

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Draco helped Echo into the carriage, and then climbed in himself. The carriage began to move. Silently they traveled before the tension got the better of Draco. “You look lovely.”

She smiled at him. “Thank you, you look rather handsome yourself.”

He smiled at her tturnturned his head and stared out at the passing foliage. After many moments, he turned back to her and stated with more confidence than he felt, “I have something for you and I want to give it too you now, with some privacy. Also, I think that we need to speak about one matter in particular.”

Echo looked at him. He was beautiful, she hated to admit it but somewhere inside she wanted this man. Shaking off that thought she smiled and said, well the words couldn’t seem to come out, so she nodded.

Draco pulled a small grey velvet box out of his pocket. He took a dsighsigh and closed his eyes. Blowing out his nervousness he handed her the box. She od itd it. Swallowing the gasp that should have left her lips she tried to block the tears from rolling down her cheeks. She tried to tell herself that this was something that he was being forced to give her, not really a symbol or a token of his affection. He moved towards her and placed his fingers around the item in the box, pulling it out and placing it on her finger. The large emerald cut diamond sat atop a platinum setting. It was gorgeous. He looked at her and said, “I thought that this setting would look eloquent on your hand. You have very dainty fingers. My family prefers the largest stone available; however, I thought that an 8 caret diamond would look, well, ostentatious. This is a 4 caret diamond. It is fine quality and cut. I hope that you like it.”

“You picked it out?” she asked.

“Yes, I went to the Congo to find it. I thought it more, well, sentimental that it comes directly from me. If you don’t like it--…”

“NO. I mean, I love it. It is beautiful.”

Draco smiled at her and took his place again. He needed to address the spell. But what do you say to someone—

“Draco, I have a gift for you also”, she pulled out a flat wrapped box from her bag. Draco noticed that her breasts were heaving up and down; he was entranced by the movements. She leaned into him and reached out her arm to hand him the box. Opening it, he smiled; a silk handkerchief embossed in silver was lying in the box. “It is a tradition in my family, to give the groom this handkerchief. I am not really aware of the significance, but it seemed important to my mother.” She seemed embarrassed.

“Long ago, pureblooded families exchanged handkerchiefs so that each member would always have a piece with the other.” co pco pulled the silk up to his nose and inhaled the scent, “I will carry this with me always.” This seemed to embarrass her more.

“Echo—…” Draco started.

“No, look, I am aware of your—well, I guess she is your lover. Anyway, I realize that you are not marrying me for love or for companionship. This is a necessary part of life, I do not expect--…”

“Stop. I have given this some thought. I am ending my relationship with--…”

“NO! I don’t want to know her name.” Draco noticed that the glazed look in her eye was back.

He bowed his head to her. “I—when we marry…I will be giving it my all. I have decided that we need to try, I understand if you don’t want to…”

She sat there stunned. Could she try and make a happy home with him? Could she forget the turmoil that he has put her through these past 5 years? Was there anyway that love could be shared along with security and honesty?

“I apologize, for everything. I did not think about my actions…I really have grown a bit”, he laughed, “but I think you may need to learn that on your own. Could we try to have a pleasant evening?”

Looking into those grey eyes of his, she could not say no, smiling at him, he reached out and took her hand, slowly he brought it too his lips he never removed his eyes from hers and placed a caressing kiss over her gloved knuckles. “You truly look magnificent tonight.”

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The evening was progressinite ite nicely. He was playing the part of an aristocratic male in the presence of all the Dark Lord’s army, while giving an air of arrogance and superiority to all. Echo, she was carrying on quite well also. Playing the role of the loving and doting mate perfectly, Draco started to ask if she had been given lessons, but somehow felt that that would be inappropriate given his asking for the turn of a new page.

About an hour after they guest of honor arrived, Draco ran into Morao puo pulled him into a guest room and began to ravish his lips. Draco pushed her back and began to explain, “We can’t. There is no way that this can continue.”

She looked at him. She was trying to figure out where this statement had come from. Two days ago they had spent time in a little hotel together, 15 hours and neither of them ever got out of bed. “What?” she finally asked. “I thought that this was just to appease your family, I was under the impression that you and I would remain as we have been. I thought that I meant more to you than this.”

“Mora, don’t get so fucking dramatic! I am to be married. My wife deserves more than a husband who is playing around. I need to attempt to make this work.”

“No, you can not leave me. No one has ever left me! I always do the leaving!” she spat.

“Look, Mora—…”

“No, you selfish bastard, you look. I know a lot about you. I know secrets that should not be reveled. I will tell.”

Draco started to giggle, a full giggle that he had not heard from himself in many years. “You really are a piece of work, darling.” Grabbing her by the wrists he slammed her against the wall. He bent down and captured her lips between his teeth and bit until the copper taste of blood washed over his lips, sucking on her bottom lip as she yelped, he pulled back. “You know nothing. I am the one with the upper hand here. I have seen how your family lives and what it is that your father does. Remember that I am a Malfoy, we are always taken seriously, and just to be certain my Father has most of the ministry in his pocket.” He pulled her away from the wall and slammed her back into it; she was dazed by all the contact her head had made with the hard wall. He stepped in closer to her and ran his hardening length into her abdomen. “I could take you one last time…just for old time’s sake. Would that make you happy?” She was quivering, silent tears falling down her face. A door opened from behind them and Draco heard the small voice of Echo, “Honey, the Flints and Zambinis’ have brought us a present. Come, open it with me.” Draco took Mora and slammed her against the wall one last time, releasing her as she collapsed onto the floor in tears. Turning, he saw Echo starring down the hall instead of in the room; she had not wanted to see the face of the woman. Stopping by her side he took her and kissed the side of her head, “We shall have no more trouble; little one…from this moment on, it is me and you.”

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Mora was still sitting on the floor crying when the door opened once again. Several men poured into the room. “Well, well…look what we have here…a damsel in distress!” came a cold, low voice.

“She would be Draco’s left-over” another voice said.

“She looks upset over the happy couple, let’s make her feel better” a man stated quite calmly as he began opening his belt.

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“Mother, it is late and Echo is tired. I do believe that we both put on a great show for you and now we will retire.” Kissing his mother’s temple, he turned and took Echo by the hand and led her to his room.

“I had made arrangements for you to stay here at the manor with me this evening; I hope that this is satisfactory.”

“Yes.” Echo looked around the room. It was quite a nice room, dark oak and deep colors. “Draco, where am I to sleep?”

“With me. Do not fret little one, I will not bite…yet.”

For some reason that struck her as funny, therefore, she started to laugh. Draco turned and looked at her with suspicion. She calmed her laughter and said, “Could I ask you some questions? Rather personal questions?”

He began removing his clothing, dropping his expensive suit on the floor as if it were nothing but old rags. “I very well can’t stop you considering that we are to be bound in two short weeks.”

“Do you like that in a woman, the control thing I mean? Do you like things so…rough?”

Draco sat on his bed and sighed, “Dominance is erotic, I will not lie. Tonight, however, was more to inflicted fear into her so that she will not come and bother us again. However, there are instances where I love to take control of a woman’s body and just bend it to my will for the simple pleasure of it. Do not worry, I will not do this to you until we are more settled and even then you will have more say in the act than others have.”

Draco was sitting on the edge of the bed in just his shorts, “I am tired. I have had two really late nights and I would like to sleep a little. Are you coming or are you going to stand there and stare at me?”

“You want me in your bed?”

“No, I quite prefer that you sleep on the hard floor with not a single cover, therefore you have a puffy face and red nose during our wedding pictures, that way I can recall just how I was the one that gave you that fetching look by making you sick.”

Slowly, she reached for her zipper. Draco sighed and raised himself off the bed. He walked over to her and placed his hand on her zipper and began to move it downward. He could feel her skin rumpling under his touch. He moved her hair over one shoulder and pushed the dress down over her hips letting it fall to the ground. He brought his hands up to her shoulders and slowly ran his fingers down her arms, along her sides, over her hips where they stopped momentarily for him to clasp his hands around her hip bones anll hll her back to where she was ground into his growing shaft. Her back arched and her head dropped back to rest against his chest. She let out a contented moan and he started to feel her heat. He pulled away, turning around and grabbed a white button down shirt of his; he slipped it over her and circled around to her front fastening the buttons for her. Looking down her smiled, she was still wearing her nude thigh highs. Bending down to the ground, stationing himself on one knee, he slid his hands from her foot all the way to the edge of her stocking, grasping it and slowly pulling it down and off. He looked up into her eyes, they were glazed over with lust, he was rather proud that he had not ravished her yet. Without loosing eye contact, he proceeded to take the second stocking off just as he had the first. Rising to her, he allowed his hard chest to rub along her body somewhat roughly, enabling him to feel the hard pricks that were her nipples. He wrapped one hand into her hair and the other behind her neck, pulling her in for the longest, slowest, most torturous kiss she had ever experienced. Pulling back, he looked into her eyes, picked her up and carried her to his bed. He laid her down and crawled in behind her. Turning her to her side and pulling her towards him, he spooned up against her until sleep claimed them both.