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Change of Face
Disclaimer: Plot, Aceton\'s Hounds, and Lester belong to me. Everything else belongs to their respective owners.
Part I
Smiling in front of her mirror, Ginny Weasley pulled her long, ginger hair back into a ponytail. Laughing softly, she scrunched up her nose and stuck out her tongue playfully, glancing at the clock she reached for her wand, smoothed down her black shirt she hurried out the front door. Erecting the wards, she grabbed her prized Nimbus 2001 and flew to Tonks.
Ginevra Molly Weasley, was a Metamorphmagus. In Grimmauld Place, after Tonks had bewitched Ginny with her ability to change at will she was determined to learn the skill herself, despite the warnings of long hardships and torturous nights ahead she met the challenge headon, and five years after the defeat of Voldemort she was certified to be an official Metamorphmagus. She was further delighted when she was accepted into the Ministry of Magic as an auror, her marks met requirements, but the fact that she was a metapamorphmagus got her the job almost instantly. There were few metamorphi and fewer still working for the Ministry so Tonks and she worked together frequently on their undercover missions, and developed a strong bond between the both of them. Ginny loved her job, although she was often exhausted after missions, she never grew tired of her job, she got a thrill being a completely different person. She wasn’t Ginevra Molly Weasley, a gawky, angular girl who had freckles and ginger hair, she was Katya a death eater from Russia who believed in keeping true to the ways of their leader, she was a beautiful Russian lady with the most enviable curves, and pouting red lips, flowing black hair, and sharp blue eyes. The thrill and novelty of being a completely different person never went away for her.
Tonight, Tonks and she had to go to a pub called “Acteons Hounds” it was rumored to holding some Death Eaters and Ginny and Tonks were told to go undercover based on some identities sent to them by floo. Tonks and she agreed to meet at her place and get changed there. Descending to the ground Ginny passed through Tonks’s wards and walked into her house. The smell of tea and burnt toast infiltrated her nostrils as she took in the messy apartment.
“Tonks?”
“Wotcher Ginny! Come into the bedroom, I’m just getting ready,” came the earnest reply of her friend, shortly proceeded by a loud crash.
“You okay, Tonks?”
“Bloody Hell! Uh, yeah. I just broke Remus’s Gobstone set. Shit.”
Ginny approached the bedroom where a half changed Tonks was hastily picking up the broken gobstones that littered the floor. Ginny whipped out her wand, “Reparo”
Tonks looked sheepish, “Oh right..”
“Let’s go and get ready!” replied a laughing Ginny.
Tonks grinned, “Wotcher Ginny. So what did you get? I got some beefy middle aged man, called Ralph.”
“Mine’s a girl called Winona. Winona Kennedy”
Part II
“Hey, check out that hottie by the bar.”
Draco sneered at his drunken companion, “Lester you drunken shit, we’re here to discuss business and you’re goggling these half dressed slags like some idiot.” Lester turned towards an irritated Draco and grinned, “Ah, Draco. Live a little, business can wait.”
Draco glared at Lester, and hissed, “No, Lester it can not wait. Now shut the bloody hell up and listen, Karl said that there’s still some type of organization that helped in the defeat of The Dark Lord, if we can somehow find a way to get a list of all the peop…LESTER!”
Lester looked apologetic and tried to reason with his friend, “Aw! C’mon mate, just have a looksie, she is a beaut.” Draco levelled his stare at Lester and huffed, “Alright,” and spun around. There she was at the bar, laughing at something some pudgy man next to her said. She was quite appealing her blonde hair, was in a thick plait down her silky back. Something about her inticed Draco, and he could make out her lively face. Draco huffed once more and turned to face Lester who was throwing back some alcoholic mix. He turned his sights back to the lady at the bar as he heard Lester yell out for another. The man who was sitting beside the lady gave her a nudge and a look in his direction, quickly turning away from the couple he glared at Lester.
“Lester, how do you expect to ride a flaming broom stick when you’re pissed out of your bleeding mind?” Lester was about to retort when he looked past Draco and his mouth dropped.
“D..D…Dr..” he stuttered, his mouth agape.
“What is it you bumbling fool, spit it out.”
“Hello there Mr. Malfoy.” Turning around he saw the same young lady from the bar, briefly nodding her way, he faced Lester who was starting to turn green.
“Idiot.” He breathed, as Lester hobbled away to the nearest restroom, to seek purchase with the porcelain throne, he motioned her towards the vacated seat, “How do you know my name?” he inquired suspiciously.
She laughed, Draco couldn’t help noticing the sweetness of it, “Who doesn’t know Draco Malfoy?”
”True enough, but you have me...” he left the question trailing.
“Winona.”
“Winona?”
“Did I stutter?” she smiled, her brown eyes sparkling with laughter.
“I hope your date doesn’t mind you sitting here with me.”
“Oh he’s just a good friend, he already belongs to someone.”
“Do you?”
“Do I what?”
“Belong to someone.” Draco persisted.
“No, not currently,” she smiled, “Why? Interested?”
Draco reached for her hand. “More than you can imagine,” he replied, pressing his lips against her knuckles and letting his tongue slide between the bones.
Winona let out a tiny gasp.
“So, Winona, what are you doing tonight?”
Part III
She didn’t know what had happened, if Malfoy already had a room to stay in or if he had just barged in an empty one, well before the door closed both she nor Draco could keep their mouths or hands off of each other. As the suns rays filtered in through the dusty window, the pair drained and exhausted lay in bed. Winona drifted off to sleep her hair, undone, the blonde locks that were covering Draco’s upper torso, were changing an alarming shade of ginger, her pale skin becoming more tan and freckled, and her bust shrinking.
“WEASLEY?!”
Violently waking up Ginny rolled out of bed, groaning as she landed with a thump on the carpeted floor, “Huh? “
“Do you care to explain to me exactly what is going on Weasley.” Said a rapidly angering Malfoy.
Ginny gulped, what? This had never happened before, never had she transformed back during any mission, she usually transformed when she got home because she was so exhau….that was it, due to the transformation and the..well intense lovemaking last night her body must have chaged during the night. Oh Merlin she thought.
“Well Weasley, please explain to me what underminded scheme this was, was it someway you would feel better off? Knowing that at least you slept with someone of a higher station that yourself? You slag, you absolute slag. How dare you? How do you even think that you could sleep with me?”
This caught Ginny’s attention, of all the nerve. Him telling her she was a slag when he was coming on to HER in the pub. “Excuse me Draco, but it was you who proposed all of this.” She motioned towards the room.
“Maybe last night adled something in your brain so let me make it clear to you Weasley, my name is Malfoy. I didn’t force you to be here as you obviously came on your own.” And came you did, thought Draco absentmindedly.
Ginny just looked at him.
Draco’s eyes widened, “Oh my god! I slept with a fucking Weasley. I fucked a fucking Weasley.”
“And what’s so bad about sleeping with a Weasley?” retorted Ginny, quite forgetting that she was naked and standing up to full height.
Draco burst, “YOU’RE FILTH! YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY IS FILTH! Not worth a single knut, you’ld be lucky if that garbage dump you call home can scrounge up a sickle, let alone a galleon.”
Ginny was horrified, “Well at least I don’t have a 10 foot pole stuck up my royal arse.”
“You probably couldn’t afford one.” He sneered.
“Well excuse me your Royal Feretness!”
“You’re excused Weaslette.”
“Prick!”
”Slag!”
“Pompous Jerk!”
“Filthy Tart!”
“Arrogant Prig!”
“Fuck you, Brat!”
“Fuck you too, Malfoy.”
Glaring at each other Malfoy sneered, “Nice bug bites you’ve got there Weasley.”
Quickly pulling the comforter from beneath Malfoy, she wrapped herself around it, ignoring the pungent smells of sex.
“You still haven’t answered my question yet.”
“And what might that be Malfoy?” she spat.
“What the fuck were you thinking?”
“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”
“Answer the damn question.”
She just huffed and sat down in the armchair narrowing her eyes at him. He stared at her, his face still red and his body still shaking with the tremors of anger.
“I fucking hate you, Weasley.”
Part IV
“It must have been a prank tip-off.” Remarked Tonks, sitting across from a far-off Ginny.
“Uhh…Ginny?...GINNY!”
“H..huh?! WHAT?!” shouted Ginny.
“You’re going to be sick if you drink that.” Tonks motioned towards Ginny’s mug where there was a small mountain of unstirred sugar, and Ginny’s hand still grasping onto the spoon which was still dipped into the sugar bowl.
“Oh..right.” Ginny pushed the coffee away from her and dropped her head into her arms.
“Wotcher...uh, Ginny?”
“What is it Tonks?”
“I asked what did you do with that Malfoy, he\'s pretty dishy...I mean...\"
“What do you mean?” snapped Ginny.
“Well you looked awfully chummy last night and all, I thought...”
Ginny stood up, “I should go, I’m exhausted and Sidi will be waiting for me.”
“Didn’t you guys set up a date or something?”
“Tonks,” replied Ginny wearily, “the only date I have right now is with my bed and my dog, and this is one meeting which I definitely don’t want to be late for.”
“Wotcher Ginny. I’ll drop by later on today.”
“Yeah..okay.”
* * *
Her shoulders drooping from exhaustion and emotional drainage, Ginny drunkenly stood up in the middle of her apartment. A nearby clock reading 9:00 a.m. whatever she thought, I’m having a lie in today. A whine and a series of animated barks and licks informed her of her beloved Sidi’s presence. Wrapping her arms tightly around the retriever she buried her face into his soft welcoming fur, and breathed.
I fucking hate you too Malfoy....
Even in her mind it lacked the anger and hatred that had laced Malfoys voice hours ago.
A/N Looking for a beta. R&R please. :)
Part I
Smiling in front of her mirror, Ginny Weasley pulled her long, ginger hair back into a ponytail. Laughing softly, she scrunched up her nose and stuck out her tongue playfully, glancing at the clock she reached for her wand, smoothed down her black shirt she hurried out the front door. Erecting the wards, she grabbed her prized Nimbus 2001 and flew to Tonks.
Ginevra Molly Weasley, was a Metamorphmagus. In Grimmauld Place, after Tonks had bewitched Ginny with her ability to change at will she was determined to learn the skill herself, despite the warnings of long hardships and torturous nights ahead she met the challenge headon, and five years after the defeat of Voldemort she was certified to be an official Metamorphmagus. She was further delighted when she was accepted into the Ministry of Magic as an auror, her marks met requirements, but the fact that she was a metapamorphmagus got her the job almost instantly. There were few metamorphi and fewer still working for the Ministry so Tonks and she worked together frequently on their undercover missions, and developed a strong bond between the both of them. Ginny loved her job, although she was often exhausted after missions, she never grew tired of her job, she got a thrill being a completely different person. She wasn’t Ginevra Molly Weasley, a gawky, angular girl who had freckles and ginger hair, she was Katya a death eater from Russia who believed in keeping true to the ways of their leader, she was a beautiful Russian lady with the most enviable curves, and pouting red lips, flowing black hair, and sharp blue eyes. The thrill and novelty of being a completely different person never went away for her.
Tonight, Tonks and she had to go to a pub called “Acteons Hounds” it was rumored to holding some Death Eaters and Ginny and Tonks were told to go undercover based on some identities sent to them by floo. Tonks and she agreed to meet at her place and get changed there. Descending to the ground Ginny passed through Tonks’s wards and walked into her house. The smell of tea and burnt toast infiltrated her nostrils as she took in the messy apartment.
“Tonks?”
“Wotcher Ginny! Come into the bedroom, I’m just getting ready,” came the earnest reply of her friend, shortly proceeded by a loud crash.
“You okay, Tonks?”
“Bloody Hell! Uh, yeah. I just broke Remus’s Gobstone set. Shit.”
Ginny approached the bedroom where a half changed Tonks was hastily picking up the broken gobstones that littered the floor. Ginny whipped out her wand, “Reparo”
Tonks looked sheepish, “Oh right..”
“Let’s go and get ready!” replied a laughing Ginny.
Tonks grinned, “Wotcher Ginny. So what did you get? I got some beefy middle aged man, called Ralph.”
“Mine’s a girl called Winona. Winona Kennedy”
Part II
“Hey, check out that hottie by the bar.”
Draco sneered at his drunken companion, “Lester you drunken shit, we’re here to discuss business and you’re goggling these half dressed slags like some idiot.” Lester turned towards an irritated Draco and grinned, “Ah, Draco. Live a little, business can wait.”
Draco glared at Lester, and hissed, “No, Lester it can not wait. Now shut the bloody hell up and listen, Karl said that there’s still some type of organization that helped in the defeat of The Dark Lord, if we can somehow find a way to get a list of all the peop…LESTER!”
Lester looked apologetic and tried to reason with his friend, “Aw! C’mon mate, just have a looksie, she is a beaut.” Draco levelled his stare at Lester and huffed, “Alright,” and spun around. There she was at the bar, laughing at something some pudgy man next to her said. She was quite appealing her blonde hair, was in a thick plait down her silky back. Something about her inticed Draco, and he could make out her lively face. Draco huffed once more and turned to face Lester who was throwing back some alcoholic mix. He turned his sights back to the lady at the bar as he heard Lester yell out for another. The man who was sitting beside the lady gave her a nudge and a look in his direction, quickly turning away from the couple he glared at Lester.
“Lester, how do you expect to ride a flaming broom stick when you’re pissed out of your bleeding mind?” Lester was about to retort when he looked past Draco and his mouth dropped.
“D..D…Dr..” he stuttered, his mouth agape.
“What is it you bumbling fool, spit it out.”
“Hello there Mr. Malfoy.” Turning around he saw the same young lady from the bar, briefly nodding her way, he faced Lester who was starting to turn green.
“Idiot.” He breathed, as Lester hobbled away to the nearest restroom, to seek purchase with the porcelain throne, he motioned her towards the vacated seat, “How do you know my name?” he inquired suspiciously.
She laughed, Draco couldn’t help noticing the sweetness of it, “Who doesn’t know Draco Malfoy?”
”True enough, but you have me...” he left the question trailing.
“Winona.”
“Winona?”
“Did I stutter?” she smiled, her brown eyes sparkling with laughter.
“I hope your date doesn’t mind you sitting here with me.”
“Oh he’s just a good friend, he already belongs to someone.”
“Do you?”
“Do I what?”
“Belong to someone.” Draco persisted.
“No, not currently,” she smiled, “Why? Interested?”
Draco reached for her hand. “More than you can imagine,” he replied, pressing his lips against her knuckles and letting his tongue slide between the bones.
Winona let out a tiny gasp.
“So, Winona, what are you doing tonight?”
Part III
She didn’t know what had happened, if Malfoy already had a room to stay in or if he had just barged in an empty one, well before the door closed both she nor Draco could keep their mouths or hands off of each other. As the suns rays filtered in through the dusty window, the pair drained and exhausted lay in bed. Winona drifted off to sleep her hair, undone, the blonde locks that were covering Draco’s upper torso, were changing an alarming shade of ginger, her pale skin becoming more tan and freckled, and her bust shrinking.
“WEASLEY?!”
Violently waking up Ginny rolled out of bed, groaning as she landed with a thump on the carpeted floor, “Huh? “
“Do you care to explain to me exactly what is going on Weasley.” Said a rapidly angering Malfoy.
Ginny gulped, what? This had never happened before, never had she transformed back during any mission, she usually transformed when she got home because she was so exhau….that was it, due to the transformation and the..well intense lovemaking last night her body must have chaged during the night. Oh Merlin she thought.
“Well Weasley, please explain to me what underminded scheme this was, was it someway you would feel better off? Knowing that at least you slept with someone of a higher station that yourself? You slag, you absolute slag. How dare you? How do you even think that you could sleep with me?”
This caught Ginny’s attention, of all the nerve. Him telling her she was a slag when he was coming on to HER in the pub. “Excuse me Draco, but it was you who proposed all of this.” She motioned towards the room.
“Maybe last night adled something in your brain so let me make it clear to you Weasley, my name is Malfoy. I didn’t force you to be here as you obviously came on your own.” And came you did, thought Draco absentmindedly.
Ginny just looked at him.
Draco’s eyes widened, “Oh my god! I slept with a fucking Weasley. I fucked a fucking Weasley.”
“And what’s so bad about sleeping with a Weasley?” retorted Ginny, quite forgetting that she was naked and standing up to full height.
Draco burst, “YOU’RE FILTH! YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY IS FILTH! Not worth a single knut, you’ld be lucky if that garbage dump you call home can scrounge up a sickle, let alone a galleon.”
Ginny was horrified, “Well at least I don’t have a 10 foot pole stuck up my royal arse.”
“You probably couldn’t afford one.” He sneered.
“Well excuse me your Royal Feretness!”
“You’re excused Weaslette.”
“Prick!”
”Slag!”
“Pompous Jerk!”
“Filthy Tart!”
“Arrogant Prig!”
“Fuck you, Brat!”
“Fuck you too, Malfoy.”
Glaring at each other Malfoy sneered, “Nice bug bites you’ve got there Weasley.”
Quickly pulling the comforter from beneath Malfoy, she wrapped herself around it, ignoring the pungent smells of sex.
“You still haven’t answered my question yet.”
“And what might that be Malfoy?” she spat.
“What the fuck were you thinking?”
“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”
“Answer the damn question.”
She just huffed and sat down in the armchair narrowing her eyes at him. He stared at her, his face still red and his body still shaking with the tremors of anger.
“I fucking hate you, Weasley.”
Part IV
“It must have been a prank tip-off.” Remarked Tonks, sitting across from a far-off Ginny.
“Uhh…Ginny?...GINNY!”
“H..huh?! WHAT?!” shouted Ginny.
“You’re going to be sick if you drink that.” Tonks motioned towards Ginny’s mug where there was a small mountain of unstirred sugar, and Ginny’s hand still grasping onto the spoon which was still dipped into the sugar bowl.
“Oh..right.” Ginny pushed the coffee away from her and dropped her head into her arms.
“Wotcher...uh, Ginny?”
“What is it Tonks?”
“I asked what did you do with that Malfoy, he\'s pretty dishy...I mean...\"
“What do you mean?” snapped Ginny.
“Well you looked awfully chummy last night and all, I thought...”
Ginny stood up, “I should go, I’m exhausted and Sidi will be waiting for me.”
“Didn’t you guys set up a date or something?”
“Tonks,” replied Ginny wearily, “the only date I have right now is with my bed and my dog, and this is one meeting which I definitely don’t want to be late for.”
“Wotcher Ginny. I’ll drop by later on today.”
“Yeah..okay.”
* * *
Her shoulders drooping from exhaustion and emotional drainage, Ginny drunkenly stood up in the middle of her apartment. A nearby clock reading 9:00 a.m. whatever she thought, I’m having a lie in today. A whine and a series of animated barks and licks informed her of her beloved Sidi’s presence. Wrapping her arms tightly around the retriever she buried her face into his soft welcoming fur, and breathed.
I fucking hate you too Malfoy....
Even in her mind it lacked the anger and hatred that had laced Malfoys voice hours ago.
A/N Looking for a beta. R&R please. :)