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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Ginny
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
4,631
Reviews:
10
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Currently Reading:
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Bend to Me
Nightingale
1. Bend to Me
Summary (Extended): Ginny goes back to a dying Hogwarts filled with fear, only to be arrested for dabling in the dark arts. Yet Ginny\'s time in jail is short lived, and instead of banging cups on the metal bars, Ginny is dancing on them. Nigtingale, a long famed nightclub during Voldemort\'s former reign has reopened, with a mysterious new red-head as one of its headliners. Yet the inigmatic owner has more in store for Ginny than singing and dancing. Secrets unravel and a strange love is born out of a nightmare everyone is living - or are they? Necromancer!Ginny, greedy/lost!Draco, cunning!Tom & far more.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine in any fashion or any way.
A/N: *HBP Spoilers / Beware* Yes, this story does take place after HBP and features every aspect of it to a T. So if you have yet to read HBP, then this story will ruin it for you – and most likely confuse you. If you have read HBP then be prepared for tons of immortality fun.
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Once a girl of innocence lost herself
In the jaded world’s savage forest
And to me she came for help
I told her to come again when she was older
Ginny could feel eyes roving over her, falling to places she had never felt secure in showing off. The world around her was teeming with exhausted emotions and madness that was heady and frightening at the same time. More than once she felt herself collide with the body of a person she did not know, touching them on a level of intimacy she had never even achieved with her boyfriends. Their hands fell on her body, not asking to be allowed to touch her, but doing so because they knew she would not react. Just like she could smell their arousal, they could feel her fear.
She continued to push through the crowd, ignoring the angry tears rising inside of her. Bodies moved around her, gyrating to the music’s grinding beat. Cries and moans ripped through the crowd as the figures swayed and shifted. Like specters they moved, never once in the same place. Smoke gathered at their feet, twisting up around their bodies as they danced. Millions of colors swarmed over Ginny’s vision as her heart thudded relentlessly. She felt sick just trying to push through the dancers and a prism of indefinable colors. Faces behind beautiful but terrifying masks swam before her eyes. Some of them laughed a chilling sound that sent tremors through her body, while others used their appendages and tongue in vile manners.
Just as she was about to scream, a hand clasped about her arm and turned her body around in one quick, fluid motion. Ginny gasped as she was pulled into a man’s chest, her bosom crushed against his dark green vest. His hands slid lithely to the small of her back before hovering just above the rise of her rear. Startled, she tried to move back, only to feel his hands push against her rump so that every inch of her lower body touched him. His legs laced between her own as one of his hands drifted up to her upper back and pushed her torso into his. With a grace of an accomplished artist he pushed her along the dance floor, making her match every move of his body with a complimenting move from hers.
All of this happened in a matter of seconds, leaving Ginny’s mind whirling as her senses overloaded. She stared at his chest for a second before trying to pull away from him again. Yet each time she tried to pull away, he only managed maneuver her so their bodies were closer than they had been. In one final try to disengage herself, she twisted in his arms and turned around to make a run for it. His hands slipped from her, and for a brief second she thought she had made it out of his web of limbs.
A hot breath caressed the tiny hairs on the back of her neck before she felt her whole backside eclipsed in warmth. Two arms slithered around her front and grabbed her hands so she couldn’t move. He stepped up to her back, so his whole body molded to hers. So she couldn’t move he forced her arms over her breasts and pulled them into her chest - much like the way a corpse’s hands are clasped over their breast in their final state of rest. Still holding her arms crossed over her chest, the man tightened his grip, making his silky sleeves brush over the tips of her bosom. Warm lips slid over the sensitive skin of her jaw before stopping at her ear.
I watched her bud as a babe,
And Blossom as a child,
Until in my arms I would get her,
And awaken the demon I placed inside
His mouth moved to the words, igniting emotions inside of her that peeked like a fire before dying away just as fast as they had come. Her heartbeat quickened as his hands pried her arms apart. One of his hands clasped both wrists and then pulled her arms up over her head, allowing a cold rush to flow over her collarbone. His other hand, which had left her for a moment, found purchase on her lower hip, guiding her in a half turn so she had no choice but to face the man that was enjoying toying with her.
All she could tell of his facial features was that his skin was light and his lips were a sultry shade of pink. These pink lips curved into a small smirk as he allowed her eyes to roam over his face, or what she could see of it. Everything from his pointed nose and up to his temples was covered in a mask of feathers, glitter and hundreds of tiny emeralds. As he pulled her closer, almost to the point his lips touched her nose, she could tell that what she had thought were green jewels were instead shimmering green scales. As he pulled her along for the dance, giving her an inviting chance to study his face further, she discovered that it was not simply a mask made to be beautiful, but it was a mask made to represent a snake and the man inside.
As her eyes widened in understanding, he bent closer and let his lips touch her ear. The music pounding in her ears suddenly became more pronounced as he whispered the lyrics.
Oh what a divine craft was she,
For with her I could toy in eternity,
And nestled deep in her secrets,
Would rest my key to immortality,
You’ll never understand the passion in her eyes
Or the inferno that I made so wholesome
And even when she distills her voice to you,
Only to me will she truly give bloom
When he pulled his face from hers, his eyes were no longer hidden by the shadows as he swung her about. Her heart contracted in her chest as they shimmered in the nightclub lights. His eyes were a startling pale blue. If she had not known better, she would have described them as gray.
“So, little one, what brings you here?” He let the words slide out of his mouth like silk. There was a hint of a drawl to his voice, which she caught immediately. His voice had changed.
Ginny let a small pause draw over them before replying. When her answer left her lips, she was staring him strait in the eyes. “I should think, you.”
He pulled her closer to him. “Ah, in that you are only slightly correct. It is time that I welcomed you to your new home.”
He stopped their dance, and instead of holding onto her, he slipped in beside her so only his hip touched her. With a grace that Ginny would have marveled at, had she not been scared shitless, her dance partner commanded the attention of the people collected about them by simply raising a hand. The club, that had been so intoxicating, was suddenly quiet.
“Court of Harlequin, I present to you your salvation.”
Ginny’s eyes went wide as everyone but the man standing beside her bent their torsos’ in a display of inferiority. She spun around in a circle, as the man beside her took her hand. Standing in the center of the dance floor –the very center of the club- Ginny found herself overwhelmed by her bowing audience. It was as if she had entered one of the old wizarding courts of lore. People of all types and styles were united in bowing before her, cleverly hidden behind their masks. He stopped her after they completed a full turn.
“So, my court, is it your will to accept her as your salvation?”
Cheers erupted from the crowd, even as it still bent to the two people standing before them. Laughter bubbled in the man’s throat at their answer.
“And how is it that she is to be accepted? Surely nothing short of a union would suffice?”
Another cheer erupted from the crowd, though this time there were many jeers included. Ginny flinched at some of the requests that made the blood rush from her head, giving her the urge to vomit. Then, like a tidal wave, the cheers turned into a chant that rocked the ground on which she stood. Take her, take her, take her…
Without hesitation he grabbed her hips and pulled her to him. His leg slid between hers, parting them slightly. One of his hands slid down to rest just at her hip, while the other wove into her hair and pulled her head toward his. A satisfied smirk slid over his lips before he bent his head down and captured her mouth.
At that precise moment, when his lips collided with hers, Ginny’s world collapsed.
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AN: Did you like it? I hope so. If you are interested in cookies or updates, please check them out a my lj: http://livejournal.com/user/burntflourishs. I would also appreciate any comments you might have about the story...good or bad.
1. Bend to Me
Summary (Extended): Ginny goes back to a dying Hogwarts filled with fear, only to be arrested for dabling in the dark arts. Yet Ginny\'s time in jail is short lived, and instead of banging cups on the metal bars, Ginny is dancing on them. Nigtingale, a long famed nightclub during Voldemort\'s former reign has reopened, with a mysterious new red-head as one of its headliners. Yet the inigmatic owner has more in store for Ginny than singing and dancing. Secrets unravel and a strange love is born out of a nightmare everyone is living - or are they? Necromancer!Ginny, greedy/lost!Draco, cunning!Tom & far more.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine in any fashion or any way.
A/N: *HBP Spoilers / Beware* Yes, this story does take place after HBP and features every aspect of it to a T. So if you have yet to read HBP, then this story will ruin it for you – and most likely confuse you. If you have read HBP then be prepared for tons of immortality fun.
-----
Once a girl of innocence lost herself
In the jaded world’s savage forest
And to me she came for help
I told her to come again when she was older
Ginny could feel eyes roving over her, falling to places she had never felt secure in showing off. The world around her was teeming with exhausted emotions and madness that was heady and frightening at the same time. More than once she felt herself collide with the body of a person she did not know, touching them on a level of intimacy she had never even achieved with her boyfriends. Their hands fell on her body, not asking to be allowed to touch her, but doing so because they knew she would not react. Just like she could smell their arousal, they could feel her fear.
She continued to push through the crowd, ignoring the angry tears rising inside of her. Bodies moved around her, gyrating to the music’s grinding beat. Cries and moans ripped through the crowd as the figures swayed and shifted. Like specters they moved, never once in the same place. Smoke gathered at their feet, twisting up around their bodies as they danced. Millions of colors swarmed over Ginny’s vision as her heart thudded relentlessly. She felt sick just trying to push through the dancers and a prism of indefinable colors. Faces behind beautiful but terrifying masks swam before her eyes. Some of them laughed a chilling sound that sent tremors through her body, while others used their appendages and tongue in vile manners.
Just as she was about to scream, a hand clasped about her arm and turned her body around in one quick, fluid motion. Ginny gasped as she was pulled into a man’s chest, her bosom crushed against his dark green vest. His hands slid lithely to the small of her back before hovering just above the rise of her rear. Startled, she tried to move back, only to feel his hands push against her rump so that every inch of her lower body touched him. His legs laced between her own as one of his hands drifted up to her upper back and pushed her torso into his. With a grace of an accomplished artist he pushed her along the dance floor, making her match every move of his body with a complimenting move from hers.
All of this happened in a matter of seconds, leaving Ginny’s mind whirling as her senses overloaded. She stared at his chest for a second before trying to pull away from him again. Yet each time she tried to pull away, he only managed maneuver her so their bodies were closer than they had been. In one final try to disengage herself, she twisted in his arms and turned around to make a run for it. His hands slipped from her, and for a brief second she thought she had made it out of his web of limbs.
A hot breath caressed the tiny hairs on the back of her neck before she felt her whole backside eclipsed in warmth. Two arms slithered around her front and grabbed her hands so she couldn’t move. He stepped up to her back, so his whole body molded to hers. So she couldn’t move he forced her arms over her breasts and pulled them into her chest - much like the way a corpse’s hands are clasped over their breast in their final state of rest. Still holding her arms crossed over her chest, the man tightened his grip, making his silky sleeves brush over the tips of her bosom. Warm lips slid over the sensitive skin of her jaw before stopping at her ear.
I watched her bud as a babe,
And Blossom as a child,
Until in my arms I would get her,
And awaken the demon I placed inside
His mouth moved to the words, igniting emotions inside of her that peeked like a fire before dying away just as fast as they had come. Her heartbeat quickened as his hands pried her arms apart. One of his hands clasped both wrists and then pulled her arms up over her head, allowing a cold rush to flow over her collarbone. His other hand, which had left her for a moment, found purchase on her lower hip, guiding her in a half turn so she had no choice but to face the man that was enjoying toying with her.
All she could tell of his facial features was that his skin was light and his lips were a sultry shade of pink. These pink lips curved into a small smirk as he allowed her eyes to roam over his face, or what she could see of it. Everything from his pointed nose and up to his temples was covered in a mask of feathers, glitter and hundreds of tiny emeralds. As he pulled her closer, almost to the point his lips touched her nose, she could tell that what she had thought were green jewels were instead shimmering green scales. As he pulled her along for the dance, giving her an inviting chance to study his face further, she discovered that it was not simply a mask made to be beautiful, but it was a mask made to represent a snake and the man inside.
As her eyes widened in understanding, he bent closer and let his lips touch her ear. The music pounding in her ears suddenly became more pronounced as he whispered the lyrics.
Oh what a divine craft was she,
For with her I could toy in eternity,
And nestled deep in her secrets,
Would rest my key to immortality,
You’ll never understand the passion in her eyes
Or the inferno that I made so wholesome
And even when she distills her voice to you,
Only to me will she truly give bloom
When he pulled his face from hers, his eyes were no longer hidden by the shadows as he swung her about. Her heart contracted in her chest as they shimmered in the nightclub lights. His eyes were a startling pale blue. If she had not known better, she would have described them as gray.
“So, little one, what brings you here?” He let the words slide out of his mouth like silk. There was a hint of a drawl to his voice, which she caught immediately. His voice had changed.
Ginny let a small pause draw over them before replying. When her answer left her lips, she was staring him strait in the eyes. “I should think, you.”
He pulled her closer to him. “Ah, in that you are only slightly correct. It is time that I welcomed you to your new home.”
He stopped their dance, and instead of holding onto her, he slipped in beside her so only his hip touched her. With a grace that Ginny would have marveled at, had she not been scared shitless, her dance partner commanded the attention of the people collected about them by simply raising a hand. The club, that had been so intoxicating, was suddenly quiet.
“Court of Harlequin, I present to you your salvation.”
Ginny’s eyes went wide as everyone but the man standing beside her bent their torsos’ in a display of inferiority. She spun around in a circle, as the man beside her took her hand. Standing in the center of the dance floor –the very center of the club- Ginny found herself overwhelmed by her bowing audience. It was as if she had entered one of the old wizarding courts of lore. People of all types and styles were united in bowing before her, cleverly hidden behind their masks. He stopped her after they completed a full turn.
“So, my court, is it your will to accept her as your salvation?”
Cheers erupted from the crowd, even as it still bent to the two people standing before them. Laughter bubbled in the man’s throat at their answer.
“And how is it that she is to be accepted? Surely nothing short of a union would suffice?”
Another cheer erupted from the crowd, though this time there were many jeers included. Ginny flinched at some of the requests that made the blood rush from her head, giving her the urge to vomit. Then, like a tidal wave, the cheers turned into a chant that rocked the ground on which she stood. Take her, take her, take her…
Without hesitation he grabbed her hips and pulled her to him. His leg slid between hers, parting them slightly. One of his hands slid down to rest just at her hip, while the other wove into her hair and pulled her head toward his. A satisfied smirk slid over his lips before he bent his head down and captured her mouth.
At that precise moment, when his lips collided with hers, Ginny’s world collapsed.
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AN: Did you like it? I hope so. If you are interested in cookies or updates, please check them out a my lj: http://livejournal.com/user/burntflourishs. I would also appreciate any comments you might have about the story...good or bad.