Nival Vixen

Fic list

Mon, 02 Jun 2008 09:19:27 GMT

I managed to write a list of my current available fics... These are both on Live Journal and FanFiction ... Enjoy!

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Anti Trio series

Anti trio series: one
Summary: After the war, Draco and Blaise are forced to torture the Trio sexually in order to get Ginevra back.
Ships:
Draco / Ginny / Blaise
Draco / Hermione / Blaise
Harry / Ron
Draco / Ron / Blaise
Draco / Blaise
Draco / Harry / Blaise
Implied Draco / Ginevra / Blaise / Neville
Implied Neville / Fred George
Rating: NC-17, R 18
Status: Complete

Anti trio series: two
Summary: At Draco, Ginevra and Blaise's wedding, Neville finds what he's always wanted in the forms of Fred and George.
Ships:
Draco / Ginevra / Blaise
Neville / Fred / George
Implied Draco / Ginevra / Blaise / Neville
Implied Draco / Pansy
Rating: R 18+
Status: Complete

Anti trio series: three
Summary: At Ginevra's wedding ceremony to Draco and Blaise, Ginevra sees Pansy kissing Draco. She gets revenge on her with the help of her husbands.
Ships:
Draco / Ginevra / Blaise
Pansy / Draco
Draco / Blaise
Ginevra / Pansy
Neville / Fred / George
Implied Draco / Ginevra / Blaise / Neville / Fred / George
Rating: NC-17, R 18+
Status: Complete

Anti trio series: four
Summary: A few days after their marriage, Draco, Ginevra and Blaise invite Fred, George and Neville over to the Manor
Ships:
Blaise / Neville
Draco / Ginevra
Fred / George
Blaise / Fred
Neville / George
Blaise / Neville / Fred / George
Draco / Ginevra / Blaise
Draco / Ginevra / Blaise / Neville
Implied Fred / George / Ginevra
Implied Fred / George / Neville / Seamus
Rating: R 18+
Status: Complete

Series status: In progress

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Art of blackmail
Summary: Harry watches as Ginny makes blackmailing an art
Ships: Draco / Ginny / Blaise
Rating: M 15+
Status: Complete

One-shot

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Between the minutes
Summary: Upon waking up, Blaise wasn't quite sure what had happened the night before. Then he begins to remember what happened between the minutes
Ships:
Draco / Ginevra / Blaise
Blaise / Canon Character
Canon Character / Canon Character
Rating: M 15+
Status: Complete

First of the Halloween series

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Blood-stained
Summary: He finds her blood-stained shirt in his room
Ships: Draco / Ginevra
Rating: R
Status: Complete

One shot

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Centaur Liaison Office (aka Cloffice)
Summary: It is common knowledge that wizards are fired when they are sent to the Centaur Liaison Office, but common knowledge isn't always right, as Ginny's about to find out.
Ships: Harry/Ginny, eventual Draco/Ginny/Blaise
Rating: M, eventual R/NC-17
Status: In progress

- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three

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Christmas fics

For Airmid
Request: If you write me a short fic, I'll do the same for you *grins* you can even slaughter the Trio
Ships: Draco / Ginevra
Rating: M 15+
Status: Complete

For Snickerchick
Request: I want a Christmas fic! With just Draco and Ginny. *grins*
Ships: Draco / Ginevra
Rating: PG 15+
Status: Complete

For Dracoginnylover
Request: I would love for you to write a G/D Christmas
Ships: Draco / Ginevra
Rating: PG 15+
Status: Complete

For Ravenshold
Request: How about another chapter for evil thou art? If that is already coming maybe a dark/evil Gin as you write those so well. Maybe Draco killing off some members that oppose of them being together.
Ships: Draco / Ginevra
Rating: M 15+
Status: Complete

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Cold
Summary: Ginevra hated being cold, that was why she was there. But what were Draco and Blaise doing there, in a Muggle bar?
Ships: Draco / Ginevra / Blaise
Rating: R
Status: Complete

One shot

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Elemental Prophecies outtake: the chocolate torte
Summary: After their wives enjoy the affects of the chocolate torte Molly made, Fred and George decide to share the aphrodisiac with the students of Hogwarts.
Ships: various
Rating: PG 15+
Status: Complete

One shot

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Evil thou art
Summary: Ginny's years at Hogwarts were dark. However, despite popular belief, she was not forced into them. She chose her own path.
Ship: Draco / Ginny / Blaise
Rating: M
Status: In progress

- Chapter one
- Chapter two
- Chapter three
- Chapter four
- Chapter five
- Chapter six
- Chapter seven
- Chapter eight
- Chapter nine
- Chapter ten
- Chapter eleven

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Fred / George (aka The Room of Requirement)
Summary: Fred and George hide from Filch in a broom closet.
Ships: Fred / George
Rating: M
Status: Complete

One shot

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Ginevra: a memoir
Summary: A memoir is written in the last hours of the night
Ships: Draco / Ginevra / Blaise
Rating: PG 15+
Status: Complete

One shot

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Her letter
Summary: He reads her letter in the privacy in his own room. Thankfully...
Ships: Draco / Ginny
Rating: M
Status: Complete

One shot

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Liloho
Summary: What if Voldemort had killed Harry that fateful night, and the Malfoy's had control over other wizarding families? What if they had taken the Weasley's only daughter as payment? This.
Ships: unknown as of yet
Rating: M 15+
Status: In progress

- Prologue
- Chapter one
- Chapter two

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Never
Summary: She would never tell him how he truly made her feel.
Ships: Harry/Ginny, Draco/Ginny, Ginny/other
Rating: M
Status: Complete

One shot

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Padma / Parvati (aka Padma's lesson)
Summary: Parvati teaches her twin a lesson she'll never forget
Ships: Padma / Parvati
Rating: R, NC-17
Status: Complete

One shot

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Passing the minutes
Summary: Sanguini looked at the other Council Elders, his face impassive. He waited as minutes passed by, waited for them to judge and sentence his wife for something she did not do.
Ships:
Draco / Original Irrelevant Character
Ginevra / Irrelevant Original Character
Canon Character / Canon Character
Original Character / Original Character
Draco / Ginevra / Blaise
Rating: M 15+
Status: Complete

Second of the Halloween series

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Red Riding Hood
Summary: Ginevra knew exactly how Red Riding Hood felt.
Ships: Ginevra/ Draco or Blaise
Rating: PG 15+
Status: Complete

One shot

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Red Rose (aka Ginevra and the beast)
Summary 1: As he leaves for a business trip, Ginevra asks for one thing from her father, and he agrees. Little does he know the consequences of a simple red rose.
Summary 2: Ginevra has strong ideals about family and people. But after the consequences of a simple red rose bring, her world and ideals will be turned upside down.
Summary 3: Ginevra asks for one thing from her father. But the consequences of a simple red rose will change the world and ideas of everyone involved.
Ships: Draco / Ginevra
Rating: M
Status: In progress

- Chapter one
- Chapter two
- Chapter three
- Chapter four
- Chapter five
- Chapter six
- Chapter seven
- Chapter eight

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Silent plants
Summary: Neville reminisces and the silent plants watch
Ships: Blaise / Neville
Rating: PG 13+
Status: Complete

One shot

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The Vampiress and Veelan
Summary: Ginny finds out that she is a vampiress, and works towards showing everyone that she can be happy with what she is. Draco is a veelan and finds out that Ginny is immune to his charms
Ships: Draco / Ginny (others later)
Rating: M
Status: In progress*

*The first chapter is the only one available on Live Journal - the following chapters are too large to fit.
The link to the chapters on fan fiction.net is provided

- Chapter One

Continuing chapters at fanfiction.net

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Stories at fanfiction.net

After HBP
Summary: A few weeks after Dumbledore is killed, Ginevra finds something in her backyard that she'd rather not heal. Draco Malfoy. Not knowing who to trust, Ginevra decides to contact Blaise to help. Then they all need to find a way to survive.
Ships: Draco / Ginevra / Blaise
Rating: M, NC-17
Status: In progress

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Closet cliche
Summary: Ginny is sick of always ending up in a closet with Draco, and protests against it.
Ships: Draco / Ginny, others
Rating: M
Status: Complete

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Closet cliche: the sequel
Summary: The not-so-long awaited for sequel to Closet Cliche! es Ginny and Draco's engagement and wedding, Harry and Ron discovering who Hermione's dating, Voldemort and Lucius' evil plans, and Bob the rubber duck is murdered!
Ships: Draco / Ginny, others
Rating: M
Status: Complete

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Dancing
Summary: Draco watches Ginny dancing. Then he realises that she may not be the only one dancing... Can and will he help her?
Ships:
Tom / Ginny
Draco / Ginny
Rating: M
Status: Complete

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Elemental Prophecies: part one
Summary: Losing one's innocence can change someone. A prophecy brings two different people together. Silent & haunted Ginerva Weasley & outspoken Draco Malfoy are brought together with a twist of fate. They have to outsmart evil, but who's on Evil’s side?
Ships: Draco / Ginny
Rating: M 18+, NC-17
Status: In progress

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Final horcrux
Summary: Harry realises what the final horcrux is. The consequence of his realisation is in the second chapter
Ships: Harry / Ginny
Rating: M
Status: Complete

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Final horcrux: Lily's spinoff
Summary: The sequel to the final horcrux
Ships: Harry / Ginny
Rating: M
Status: Complete

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Late night out
Summary: Draco and Ginny are roommates. Draco is married, so why is Ginny upset when doesn't come home one night?
Ships: Draco / Ginny
Rating: PG 15+
Status: Complete

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Memories of her
Summary: Draco Malfoy sat in the dungeon quietly, remembering. He tried to block out the memories of her, but they kept haunting his mind, she kept haunting him
Ships: Draco / Ginevra
Rating: M 15+
Status: Complete

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Things you don't know about me
Summary: You may think that all of this is lies that none of this is real. You can believe that. All I ask is that you read what I've written and think about it. Then you can decide for yourself.
Ships: Draco / Ginny
Rating: M 15+
Status: Complete

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Still alive ... just dead

Sat, 17 May 2008 09:00:31 GMT

I'm still alive!*
*Just dead

(the over-sized writing proves it)

Why I haven't been on lately:
1) Family
2) Work
3) Course-work
4) Food
5) Sleep - I haven't slept properly for the past two weeks, hence the 'alive, but dead' title above

What I've been doing if I can manage to get on my computer:
1) Emails
2) MP3 - it's finally working!!!! ... don't ask
3) Online comics - Sinfest, Kawaii not, Thorn, Unshelved
4) Talking to friends online
5) Writing / reading fan fiction

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Love to hear from you!

Bye!

Centaur Liaison Office

Sun, 06 Apr 2008 04:14:26 GMT

Title: Centaur Liaison Office

Summary: It is common knowledge that wizards are fired when they are sent to the Centaur Liaison Office, but common knowledge isn't always right, as Ginny is about to find out.

(a/n: set five years after the war described in Deathly Hallows, not taking the epilogue into consideration.)

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Chapter One

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Liaison (n.) : 1. communication and co-operation between people or groups. 2. a person who is a link or go-between. 3. a bond of union. 4. an illicit intimacy between a man and woman.

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1815

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Grogan Stump, the first-appointed Minister for Magic (from 1811 to the present date), looked at the reports for the various Departments. The one that had caused the most trouble so far, the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, also had the worst report for some of their Divisions.

He had created three divisions of this Department, just to keep every creature, being, and has-been happy; the Beast Division, the Being Division, and the Spiritual Division. The Being and Spiritual Divisions were going along fine, but the Beast Division was having trouble, according to the report.

Sometimes, he almost wished that the Wizard's Council had remained in control, instead of the Ministry being created. But then, he had managed to fix the problem that the Council had made by trying to label varied creatures into sections. They were still labelled, but in a way that was easiest for everyone to comprehend. Of sorts...

Stump sighed, rubbed his temples, and looked to the Head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

"What is wrong with the centaurs now?" he asked wearily.

"Nothing, sir," the Head replied. "That is just it. We have not seen one centaur in the Centaur Liaison Office since it was created," he said.

"I doubt we will, either, if you will beg my pardon saying so," another voice contributed, not sounding very apologetic.

"What is it ... What is your name?" Stump asked, looking to the person who had spoken.

"Williams, sir. Just appointed Head Auror last week," he added to refresh the Minister's memory.

"Oh, yes. Of course. Well, go on, Williams," Stump said.

"Centaurs are proud beings, sir. They are not going to come to anyone for help, especially not us now that we tried to make them 'beings' along with ghouls and hags, and the like," Williams said.

Stump winced slightly, and nodded. The centaurs had not been happy about that, to say the least.

"The centaurs are not going to use the office we've provided them, so I suggest that we use it for something else," Williams finished.

"What do you have in mind?" Stump asked.

Williams grinned, and continued to outline his plan for the office.

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2000

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"Ginny, you've got a plane," her assistant called from outside of the office.

"Well, send it in!" Ginny called back, rolling her eyes.

She was far too busy to deal with mundane planes filled with mundane problems from mundane people!

"It's a green plane," her assistant said, looking into the office with wide eyes.

Ginny stopped moving. Her hand, poised above the parchment, went numb in surprise, and the quill dropped, ink spots flying onto the no-longer-important document.

As she stood up and went to retrieve the green plane - oh, why did it have to be a green one? - Ginny wondered what she'd done to deserve this.

She'd finished Hogwarts after the war, receiving fairly high marks considering the little she had actually learnt from some of the incompetent Professors. Ginny had been offered a job in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, which she happily accepted, eager to put her spells and knowledge of animals to good use.

Now, two years later, Ginny was the Assistant to the Head of the Department, which basically meant that she'd gone from doing filing, to practically running the office. Everyone knew that the Head of Ministry Offices didn't actually do any work. They just went around, trying to look important, trying to make everyone do their own work, and then taking credit for it.

Since she'd risen so fast, Ginny's name was getting fairly well-known in the Ministry. Was the green plane because she was getting attention? No, not even the Ministry could give someone a green plane for being well-known! Could they?

Ginny looked at the green planed suspended in the air. She wondered if the plane knew what it represented. She wondered if the green plane knew that it was ominous, and had the ability to scare hundreds of Ministry employees into submission at its mere mention. She finally wondered if the green plane liked having such power, before plucking it out of the air, and returning to her office, still feeling numb.

She sat down, trying to still her shaking hands. A few deep breaths later, Ginny took another four to ten deep breaths and undid the charm on the green plane. The plane unfolded itself, straightened out the creases and propped itself up so it could be read. Ginny tried not to think about how smug the plane looked, even as she read the words she had been dreading.

You are being transferred to the Centaur Liaison Office. Please bring your belongings.

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Soon after the Centaur Liaison Office was created, it was noticed that most of the people who were sent there were fired. As centaurs never step foot (or hoof) into the Ministry, it was quite easy to see why. So, being 'sent to the Centaur Office' soon became jargon for 'getting fired' within the Department for the Regulations and Control of Magical Creatures.

Green planes were sent for people who were being 'transferred' to the Centaur Liaison Office. Whenever a Ministry officer sees one, they usually duck or try to hide, in case it is sent to them. These actions, of course, don't work, and the person is usually seen heading towards the 'Cloffice', as it's not-quite-affectionately-known, looking depressed.

Now, Ginny was among one of those people. Other workers looked surprised, shocked even, that she was being sent there. Some looked sympathetic, while one or two looked happy at the prospect of getting her job.

Well, they were welcome to it, the little bastards, Ginny thought viciously. Let them see the Department fall to shit when they realised how much work she did. When they realised how much work she did, how much time out of the office she sacrificed to finish documents, the time she wasn't able to spend with Harry, the time she spent on her work, they would surely want her back. The Department wouldn't be able to function without her!

Her head held high, Ginny opened the Cloffice door and stepped in, determined to make them regret this decision. In the very least, she knew that there was still a spare firecracker in her bag, courtesy of George. She could use it, if only she had an excuse to go into her bag.

"Miss Weasley, please sit down," a voice said.

Ginny's eyes widened when she realised that she recognised the voice, and she turned to see Pansy Parkinson sitting at a table. Two wizards were sitting on either side of her, but Ginny didn't recognise them. In fact, not one of these three had anything to do with the Ministry, as far as Ginny knew at least.

"Parkinson," Ginny replied coldly, sitting down on the single chair facing the witch and two wizards.

"You may be wondering why you have been called in here," Pansy said. "Or you are wondering why we are here, as we don't have anything to do with the Ministry, am I right?" she asked, a cross between a sneer and a smile on her face.

Ginny brought down barriers around her mind quickly, making sure not to show any annoyance on her face.

"And you have just blocked your mind from us. Interesting," Pansy said, a smile on her face now. "Do you do that with every acquaintance? Or only Slytherins?" she asked.

"I don't have to answer you, Parkinson. Now, tell me why I'm here," Ginny said, barely able to keep her lid on her temper.

Pansy just smirked, and looked to the document in front of her. Her features softened as she read something.

"I was sorry to hear about Fred. The twins were always favourites of mine," she murmured.

Ginny clenched her teeth together.

Don't you talk about him, Parkinson. What are you reading?" she demanded.

"Your scroll. You see, you have been brought to the attention of the Cloffice, what with your recent uprise in the Ministry ladder and all," Pansy said.

Ginny wasn't sure if she was mocking her or not, so she stayed silent.

"The Cloffice isn't what you think it is. It isn't what anyone thinks it is, except of course, for the people who work here," Pansy said.

"Wait. What the hell are you on about, Parkinson?" Ginny asked, completely confused.

Pansy smiled, steepled her fingers and looked at Ginny, her face serious.

"You are about to be offered a job. It is a job in a world you cannot even begin to imagine; it's a world that you may not want to belong to," Pansy said, trailing off for a moment.

One of the wizards coughed slightly, bringing Pansy out of her stupor.

"If you accept the job, you are given two weeks off as a grace period, and to get all of the information you need about the job. If you do not accept, then a small Memory Charm is used, and you return to simply being the Assistant to the Head of the Department for Regulations and Control of Magical Creatures," Pansy said, making it sound like the most boring job in the world.

Ginny liked her job. But she was still intrigued about what this job had to offer. Even though she had a really good job, no matter how Parkinson made it sound...

"What is the job?" she finally asked, her curiosity beating her pride.

Pansy smirked now, and stood up. The two wizards stood up as well, and Ginny followed suit, going after them to a side door that she was certain didn't have a room beyond it. Her office view looked straight to the Cloffice, to this very wall in fact, and there were only bricks.

Maybe it was like the Room of Requirement? a small part of her brain thought.

Pansy opened the door to reveal a corridor. There were about five rooms were on either side of it, all with large doors that had glass panes in them. Looking into the rooms as they passed, Ginny was surprised on seeing the things that were happening in some of them.

It almost looked like a school was being run ... Except for that room where that woman was undressing. Her mind did a double take, and she shook her head. Ginny didn't want to stop, or even ask about it. Not yet, at least.

Pansy kept walking down the corridor, opening a door that didn't have any glass on it. All it had was Pansy's name and 'Cloffice Director' written above it.

The two wizards stood on either side of the door, and Ginny went past them and into the room. The door shut behind her, and Pansy indicated to a chair across from her position behind the desk.

"I'm sure you have a few questions after seeing some of that," Pansy said. "But first, I want you to tell me everything you saw as we walked past," she said, looking at Ginny.

Pansy made it sound like a dare, and Ginny never was able to resist dares.

"There were about ten classrooms. The first one on the left was geography, if the large map was any indication. First on the right was presumably a language one, as the students all seemed to be speaking at the same time. Second on the left had swords and wand training. I missed the second on the right. Third on the right seemed to be some sort of theatrical class. Third on the left was potions, that I could tell just from the smell," Ginny muttered with a slight grimace.

Pansy gave something close to a smile, and nodded for her to continue.

"The fourth on the left was Herbology, or something to do with plants," Ginny said, then hesitated. "The fourth room on the right had a woman undressing, so I don't know what that's about. I missed the last two rooms," she said.

Pansy nodded, then leaned forward to scrutinise Ginny.

"Now that you've seen all of that, what do you think this job is about?" Pansy asked, a unrecognisable gleam in her eye. "Or what do you think the Cloffice really is?"

"A school? I have no idea what the job is about," Ginny said shaking her head.

"Well, that's good. You shouldn't have any idea what it's about, because all of that you just saw is training to get into the job," Pansy said, smirking once more.

"So this is like a school then?" Ginny asked, frowning slightly.

"It is a training facility," Pansy corrected. "We train people in various areas, and once they decide to specialise in one up to three areas, they are given a job best suited for those areas," she said.

"All right. I'm confused. What kind of job would require someone to specialise in these types of things?" Ginny asked.

Pansy laughed softly.

"You are just like he described you," she said, smiling.

Ginny frowned again.

"He who?" she asked.

"You will find out in time. Come, I will show you exactly what sort of job requires these things," Pansy said.

She stood up and left the room through a side door, not even waiting to see if Ginny followed her.

Once in the adjoining room, Pansy stopped and opened a wardrobe. A pensieve was inside, glowing brightly.

"After you," Pansy said, smirking.

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Grogran Stump left his office late. He had stayed back, yet again, to finish work.

His wife was going to kill him.

He Apparated to London, and started to walk down the street to his house. His wife wasn't fond of him simply Apparating home, as their Muggle neighbours were everyday busybodies who had to know everyone else's business, including why Grogan didn't seem to ever leave the house, but he was never at home.

Stump sighed to himself as his thoughts returned to work again. He had not been able to complete much work anyway. He was still thinking over Williams' idea for the Centaur Liaison Office, two weeks after it had been proposed. In some senses, it sounded far too incredible to even be plausible, yet in other ways it made complete and utter sense.

He was still deep in thought when he was surrounded. People dressed in black followed him silently, their presence only known to Ginny and Pansy.

Stump sighed once more, rubbing his temples.

"Got the time, mister?" someone asked, the sudden voice surprising him.

"Yes, I believe it is fifteen minutes to ten o'clock," Stump replied cheerfully, despite the stench and dirty look of the man who had approached him.

He had to be nice to Muggles. It was not through any fault of their own that they did not understand the meaning of magic ... or hygiene.

"You ent gonna check yer watch fer it?" the man asked, sounding surprised.

"Oh, yes. Of course," Stump said, feeling foolish.

He had bought a pocketwatch especially for this kind of thing, and then he had gone and forgotten it the moment he needed it!

"It is now ten minutes to ten o'clock. Good night," Grogan said, trying to move around the man and continue on his way.

The man grinned, showing missing teeth. The ones that were still in his mouth varied between yellow and black, as well as being in various stages of decay.

"Excuse me, sir. I would like to pass," Grogan said.

"Sir. 'Ear that, Smithy? 'E called you sir. Yer a real proper gentleman, ent you then?" another man mocked.

The man laughed, pulling a dagger seemingly out of nowhere.

"W-what do you want from me?" Grogan asked, trying to back away and bumping into another man instead.

"Give us that pretty watch o' yours then," one said, jabbing at him with a finger.

"And yer money," another one said, hitting the other on the head.

"Yeah, and yer money," he quickly added, almost sheepishly.

Grogan did not have any Muggle money with him. He had left it at work, not thinking he would need it when he was going straight home. He could not hand wizarding money over to these men, nor could he get out his wand. He would risk exposing his entire kind. But he very much doubted that they would let him be until they had some sort of wealth from him either...

The man with the dagger came closer, much closer than Grogan would have liked.

"Well then? Where's yer money?" he asked, the blade almost shimmering in the moonlight.

Grogan did not know what to say. He could not tell the truth, obviously. But he had never been a very good liar, and they were sure to see through his lies.

He opened his mouth to attempt a lie, but apparently he had taken too long. The man with the dagger raised it high above his head and started to bring it down.

Then, the man's eyes widened, and he dropped to the ground. Grogan had not even noticed the other three fall.

Looking up, Grogan was surprised to see Williams there, his wand somewhat hidden in his robes.

"Sorry, sir. I could not just stand by and let them hurt you," he said, looking to the four men that lay unconscious around them.

"What are you doing here?" Grogan asked, frowning.

"I heard you were in trouble," Williams answered.

"How did you hear that exactly?" Grogan asked, his voice stern.

"I put a relatively minor spell on you so that I would be able to hear when you were in trouble or danger," Williams admitted.

"When did you put the spell on me? And how did I not notice?" Stump asked in surprise.

"The meeting a few weeks back, sir. When I told you my idea. I did a silent spell. You did not notice because the spell was designed to simply land on you, not hit you with a force," Williams said.

"Oh," Grogan said. "Where did you hear about this spell?" he asked curiously, continuing down to his house with Williams by his side.

"My wife made it, sir. My Lorraine is a very protective woman, and she has taken it in her head that you will need a lot of protecting, being the first Minister and all," Williams said. "I guess she was right," he murmured with a slight grin.

"Was the Central Liaison Office your wife's idea too?" Grogan asked.

"We both thought of it, sir," Williams replied.

Grogan nodded, stopping as he arrived at his gate. He glared and muttered when one of the neighbours peeked through their window down at him.

"I think that after what happened tonight, the Office will be neccessary. Not just for me, but for future Ministers as well. But I think it should stay under the guise of the Centaur Liaison Office. It will require too much explaining to put it elsewhere, and if it is meant to be a secret, then this can be the perfect cover," Grogan said.

"Of course, sir."

"I will talk of your requirements in the morning, Williams."

"Yes, sir. Have a good night, sir," Williams replied.

"Thank you," Grogan said, turning to his house. "Oh, and Williams?" he said, turning back. "You have a very intelligent wife."

Williams grinned.

"I know, sir. She won't let me forget it," he said with a chuckle.

Grogan smiled slightly, then went into his house. Williams waited until Grogan was inside the house before he continued along his way, Apparating in a side alley.

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They were pulled out of the Pensieve as the picture faded. Ginny was silent for a moment, Pansy watching her.

"So the job is to protect the Minister?" Ginny asked.

Pansy nodded, shutting the wardrobe door and heading back into her office.

"Well, why didn't you just say that?" Ginny muttered, following Pansy.

"Because, sooner or later, we always end up in the pensieve in order to explain how it began. This way, you learn all about it before you ask the questions. Now, do you have any questions?" Pansy asked, a slight grin on her face.

"How many people are in the Cloffice? I mean, do you really need as many as you have just to protect one person?"

"I should have been more specific, my apologies. One of the jobs is to protect the Minister. As the years have changed, so has the Cloffice. We now protect the entire of the Ministry, as well as the wizarding population in England. As the largest Cloffice in the world, we are responsible for a lot of people," Pansy said. "We have over forty people in our employment, all of them in varying fields of expertise, but all of them with the same objective to protect our way of life."

"What are the varying fields of expertise?" Ginny asked curiously.

She had no idea how the training centre (school) could protect the wizarding poopulation with geography and languages. Or a woman undressing.

"You will learn more about it later. If you accept, that is. If not, well ... I already told you what happens. You lose two hours from your life, believe it was just paperwork, and maybe have the occasional nightmare about green paper planes. Which may or may not already be occuring," Pansy said with a smirk.

Ginny just raised an eyebrow at Pansy, not wanting to admit that it was the truth.

"Now, are you interested in the training?" Pansy asked.

"What will everyone else think if I accept? Will they just think that I've been transferred?" Ginny asked.

"They will all believe that you have been fired from your job," Pansy replied, seeming surprised at her question. "Everyone knows about the Cloffice, and what they think it means to be sent here."

"I know that, but if I still come to the Ministry everyday for this job, they will want to know why," Ginny replied. "That and my mother would most likely be on the doorstep every day for weeks demanding the Ministry give me my job back," she muttered, shaking her head.

By now the entire Ministry would know that Ginevra "Ginny" Weasley, Assistant to the Head of the Department for Regulations and Control of Magical Creatures, had been sent to the Centaur Liaison Office. And if the entire of the Ministry did know, then her father would too, and her mother would be at the Ministry in a matter of minutes.

"This is not the only entrance to the Cloffice," Pansy said, sounding amused. "If you accept the training, then both Floo and Portkey transports are given to you."

"All right," Ginny murmured, thinking of the 'job'.

She still had no idea what the job actually entailed, and the 'training' was a mystery, no matter what she had seen in those rooms.

But Ginny was intrigued as to what the Cloffice did to protect the wizarding population that the Ministry wasn't already doing. With Harry as an Auror, the Ministry had managed to apprehend and put over twenty Death Eaters to trial.

"I accept," Ginny said firmly.

In a small part of her brain, she fervently hoped that she wouldn't regret this decision.

"Excellent. Please read and sign this contract, then you can go home. We will ensure that appropriate job interviews are sent to you at the Burrow, so that you have an excuse to be out as long as you will be," Pansy said.

It sounded like she had done this before, Ginny thought, and said as much.

"I have," Pansy replied with a smirk.

There was a knock at the door and one of the wizard-guards looked into the office.

"Madam Director? Miss Weasley's mother is outside the Cloffice. She wants to see you," the wizard-guard said.

"Very well," Pansy said with a nod.

The wizard-guard looked relieved, and shut the door as he returned to his imposing position in front of Pansy's door.

"I'll deal with her," Ginny said, reading the last of the contract.

She signed it, then headed out of the office before Pansy could say a word.

Pansy flicked her wand, and the contract filed itself in a drawer. Then she followed after Ginny.

"I'd like to apologise about the office. I hope you have insurance," Ginny muttered, pulling something out of her bag.

Pansy's eyes widened ever-so-slightly as she realised that it was a firecracker. Then her face settled to a smirk, and she stepped back.

"We have insurance," she replied.

"I WANT TO TALK WITH MY DAUGHTER! AND THE MINISTER! AND WHOEVER DID THIS TO MY DAUGHTER!" Molly's voice rang out through the Ministry, and Ginny was sure that even the Aurors were hiding under their desks.

She muttered to herself about her mother's behaviour, then lit the firecracker.

"Good luck. See you next week," Pansy said, then returned through to the proper Cloffice without a second look back.

Ginny grinned, and let go of the firecracker. She threw in a few spells and hexes, just to make it even worse, then headed out of the Centaur Liaison Office to face her mother.

...

Hello

Sun, 06 Apr 2008 03:46:12 GMT

I'm alive, don't worry ... I've just been extremely busy!

I went from one 9 to 5 contract job, to another one not even a week later ... And I just got offered a full time job from that one! So, a complete lack of writing time has ensued *cries*

And even when I do write, I get guilty because I should be doing work for my course -_-'

Then I get stuck on my work and start writing anyway! hehe ... I get distracted easily, can you tell? :)

Okay, I'm going to post a few fics on here that I haven't posted (not surprising, considering the whole of two entries I've done on here!)

Hope you're well!

*huglomple*

Passing the minutes

Wed, 12 Mar 2008 09:50:24 GMT

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, don't sue me!

Summary: Sanguini looked at the other Council Elders, his face impassive. He waited as minutes passed by, waited for them to judge and sentence his wife for something she did not do.

Ships:
Draco / Original Irrelevant Character
Ginevra / Original Irrelevant Character
Canon Character / Canon Character
Original Character / Original Character
Draco / Ginevra / Blaise

Rating: M 15+

Warnings: blood, descriptive pain, suggestiveness, vampires

Sequel to: Between the minutes

...

Sanguini looked at the other Council Elders, his face impassive.

"She will be confined, or killed. These three new vampires have not the right to walk among us. They did not go through the proper channels, and they will be punished for it, as will your wife, their creator," the Eldest said.

"Of course, Eldest. Shall I remain for the trial?" he asked with the slightest of bows.

"Yes. You will be needed to testify. Now, call your wife so that she may Call the ones she created," Eldest murmured.

Sanguini bowed once more, then called for Carmilla in his mind. She hissed at him, even as she appeared in front of him.

"What do you want?" she growled, her eyes red.

"You are to Call the ones you created on All Hallow's Eve," Eldest said, ignoring the fact that she had been speaking to Sanguini.

Carmilla looked at Sanguini, her face as impassive as his had been just moments earlier. Her eyes held a hint of surprised amusement, and something akin to desire in them.

"Yes, Eldest," she murmured.

Stepping forward, Carmilla looked at her husband affectionately. He had done exactly what he had forbidden her to do, and the thought of him drinking from the young mortal made her breath catch in her throat. Desire flowed through her as she looked at Sanguini through long lashes. She would hold his secret, and whisper of it to him in the night.

Through their linked minds, Carmilla was able to Call the mortal. After a few moments of stillness they tried again, with the same results.

"He does not respond to my Call, Eldest," she murmured quietly.

For the briefest of moments, Sanguini looked worried, thinking that they would find out that he was the new vampire's creator.

"It is as we feared," Eldest murmured softly. "They were created on All Hallow's Eve and now they cannot be controlled by any, unless they too, were created on a similar night."

"Hunter," a soft voice said from beside Eldest.

Eldest turned his head as the vampire stepped out from the shadows and into the dim candlelight.

"Olia," Eldest said affectionately, holding a hand for her.

Sanguini repressed the shudder that threatened to escape. He had not known that she would be here.

The vampire named Olia stepped forward to accept his hand. She looked to be no more than six years old with her porcelain skin, her doll-like dress and her brunette hair done up in ringlets. Yet her eyes deceived her facade. In her eyes were countless tales of centuries filled with horrors and monsters, along with power. She was the monster of the centuries, and she revelled in the power.

She was older than anyone knew, even older than Eldest. She rarely came to meetings or trials, which is why everyone was surprised to see her, not that they visibly showed it.

Olia had only created one vampire, but no one dare questioned her intentions. Like her age, no one knew the true potential of her power. There were enough rumours to dissuade them from trying anything though, and so Olia was left alone by the Council.

"Hunter was created on the eve of the All Hallows night. She will be able Call them," Olia murmured softly, a child-like tone to her voice.

"Will you Call her for us?" Eldest asked.

"She is on her way already. Patience, Eldest," Olia said.

Eldest inclined his head slightly, and everyone waited quietly.

In a flurry of black material, Hunter arrived. She floated in the air, her artistically tattered robe flowing around her, before dropping to the ground silently.

Hunter was not by any means the oldest vampire on the earth, even Sanguini was older than her. But Hunter had something that the other vampires did not. She had a complete lack of morals. She did not simply drink from her victims, or kill them. She tortured them in ways that made even Eldest wince at the thought of. Even Carmilla, who bathed in her victims' blood, was not as far removed from her morals or emotions as Hunter. Carmilla did her deeds from vanity and the fear of looking old. Hunter did them from the pleasure of watching them writhe. She loved to watch her victims, her pets, as they cried out for mercy. She watched as every ounce of hope faded from their eyes, watched as their souls shattered, watched as their life light from their eyes faded into darkness as they died with silent cries on their lips.

There were hundreds of rumours surrounding Olia's decision to create Hunter. The most popular one was that Olia had tortured Hunter as a mortal, and Hunter had simply broken. Her cries and pleas turned into ones akin to pleasure, and Olia had seen the potential in Hunter, so she had created her with the offer of more torture and ever-lasting life.

A different rumour said that Hunter had been Olia's lover, her protector, and her guise. As a child-vampire, Olia did not have the ability to travel everywhere she would have liked, and so the rumour said that she recruited Hunter in the pretense of being her mother, aunt, older sister; whatever the need. From there, Olia had come to love Hunter in a way that no one else could comprehend, and so created her.

A lot of vampires thought that it was a mix of the two, however unbelievable it was to think of Olia as loving.

"Master," Hunter murmured, not acknowledging anyone other than Olia.

"I have seen the havoc these new three vampires have created, and so I am changing the order," Olia said to the room of vampires.

No one breathed, anticipating and wondering what she would say. Olia looked to Hunter, an eerie smile on her face.

"A simple Call is not enough. A Call will only result in a prolonged trial, and I do not like to stay up past my bedtime," Olia said, the sudden change to innocent child scaring the room full of vampires more than they would admit. She returned her attention to Hunter once more. "You are to bring the three new vampires to us. Use any means you think neccessary," Olia said, a child-like happiness in her voice.

All pretense discarded, all of the vampires in the room looked to Olia in shock, surprise, and fear. When it came to an order, the terms 'any means' were not taken lightly, and now, due to the consequences, they were barely even thought of when issuing a command. 'Any means' to vampires were vastly different to mortal meanings, and the outcomes could be anything, including fates worse than death.

Hunter looked up, her eyes feral as she grinned wildly, pleased at the terms.

She disappeared in another flurry of material and silence.

...

Blaise smirked as Draco lured yet another girl into their house. Draco barely had to smile at someone before they were hooked around his arm and willing to die for him.

Ginevra meanwhile, was using her looks to ensnare a young man at the Hog's Head. Aberforth wasn't entirely pleased, but he wasn't about to complain to them. Not when he'd seen what they could and would do to protect each other.

Blaise pressed at his temples, trying to ease the aching. He was being Called, that he knew instinctively, just as animals knew that he was not human. But he was able to repress the need to leave, the Call that made his blood boil hotter and hotter with every passing second he refused to comply.

Ginevra and Draco also felt the Call, but to a lesser extent. They were still able to hunt, and for that he was grateful. He would not want to risk them by going out while he was like this. They were able to bring back prey, and they could all feast. It was not like the mortals could refuse. Once they saw his looks and responded to the aphrodisiac that his gaze sent out they would simply lie down without a second thought.

Both Ginevra and Draco had the ability to emit an aphrodisiac in their gaze as well, so Blaise concluded that it was a vampire trait. It would explain his reaction to Carmilla, despite the alcohol.

Ginevra arrived home, the man instantly trying to kiss her and get his hands inside her robes.

Draco and Blaise snarled in their minds, and Ginevra pushed the man away, laughing.

"Not yet," she murmured, kissing him softly again.

The man didn't realise that Ginevra's words were not meant for him, and so he relented and kissed her again.

Quite suddenly, the ache in Blaise's mind disappeared. His head snapped up as he felt something sinister and ancient press against him.

Draco and Ginevra both stopped what they were doing, looking up to where he was sitting at the top of the staircase. Blaise pushed himself off where he was sitting on the railing, and floated down to the foyer.

The girl in Draco's arms screamed slightly, her voice cutting short in shock when she looked at Blaise properly.

He could smell her lust, but pushed the temptation away. He looked to Draco and Ginvera, silently telling them of what he had felt. They confirmed it, and both stepped away from the mortals.

The girl whimpered, and the man groaned. They both tried to step towards Draco and Ginevra, but were unable to move. The three lovers watched as the mortals eyes grew heavy, and they crumpled to the floor. In seconds, they both disappeared, returned to their homes where they would think this of nothing as an odd dream.

"Do we run?" Ginevra asked.

"Do we answer the Call?" Draco asked.

"Or do we fight?" they asked in unison.

"We will wait for their move before anything is decided," Blaise said.

Draco and Ginevra both nodded, moving towards him faster than any mortal eyes could see. They wrapped themselves around him, kissing, touching, and murmuring to Blaise as fast as they had moved.

He lifted them both with ease, and in less than a second they were all in the master bedroom, passing the minutes with the taste, feel, and love of each other.

...

The end

...

Between the minutes

Sun, 09 Mar 2008 05:58:05 GMT

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, don't sue me!

Summary: Upon waking up, Blaise wasn't quite sure what had happened the night before. Then he begins to remember what happened between the minutes.

Ships:
Draco / Ginevra / Blaise
Blaise / Canon Character
Canon Character / Canon Character

Rating: M 15+

Warnings: blood, descriptive pain, suggestiveness, vampires

...

Upon waking up, Blaise wasn't quite sure what had happened the night before.

He remembered being upset because his lovers, Draco and Ginevra, had gone out of town for the night, leaving him alone in the house. The next minute, he was at the Hog's Head, intent on getting completely smashed to ease his pain. The third minute had him stumbling out of the pub, wrapped around a complete stranger. And now, the fourth and final minute, he was alone and naked in bed, with the worst hangover he'd ever experienced, and a sore neck to boot.

Blaise muttered to himself, rubbing his head to try and ease the throbbing pain. As he began to rub his neck to ease that pain, he frowned, feeling two unfamiliar bumps. As he hurried to the adjoining bathroom, Blaise's hangover became the least of his worries.

He remembered what happened between the minutes.

...

First minute

Blaise looked around the house with a depressed sigh. Draco and Ginevra had only been gone a few hours at the most, and he was already bored in the big house without them. The house-elves had disappeared at his request, and now he was wishing that he hadn't sent them away quite so thoughtlessly. At least he would have had some fun annoying the little creatures. He contemplated destroying the vase to see if they would return, but knew that even if they did, his fun would be short-lived.

As there were no house-elves, there was subsequently no food in the house. If there was, Blaise didn't know how to prepare it, and he wouldn't eat inedible food if he didn't absolutely have to. Even worse, there was no alcohol in the house since they'd gotten very drunk the night before.

Muttering to himself, Blaise considered going to the Three Broomsticks. He immediately decided against that, as the Quidditch finals were on and that meant a whole lot of screaming fans. Not really the atmosphere he wanted while he was feeling quite so depressed. Muggle places were definitely out. The Hog's Head was the closest pub to their house within walking distance.

If he did get completely smashed, then it would be easier to get home, he thought to himself.

Grabbing his warmest robe, Blaise left the house and headed down to the Hog's Head.

...

Looking at his neck, Blaise saw that the two lumps on his neck were actually two scabs that looked remarkably like teeth marks.

Fuck.

...

Second minute

Blaise walked into the Hog's Head, surprised to see that it was almost empty. Not even all of the regulars were in the bar tonight.

"What are you doing here tonight, Zabini? Where's Malfoy and the Weaselette?" Aberforth asked with a grin.

"They're out of town," Blaise muttered, sitting at the bar. "Where's the rest of the regulars?"

"It's All Hallow's Eve tonight. Sanguini let's his wife, Lady Carmilla Sanguina out on her own for tonight. She likes to come here. Better drinks, or something. I have to give out free drinks just to keep a half of the regulars here tonight," Aberforth muttered.

"Isn't she the one that bathes in her victims blood or something?" Blaise asked, looking over to the woman sitting at a table.

She was holding a clear goblet, filled with a red liquid that he was sure wasn't wine.

"Apparently so, but I don't listen to gossip myself," Aberforth said with a smirk. "Besides, as long as there's no blood bathing in my inn, I'll be quite happy," he muttered, smirking again.

"Well, if she leaves me alone, then I'll leave her be," Blaise muttered, turning back to the bar.

He just wanted to get drunk and wallow in self pity.

...

What happened after that? Blaise thought, staring at his reflection in the mirror.

He tentatively touched the bite marks again, images surfacing in his mind.

...

Third minute

"You should not be alone on this glorious night," a silky voice said behind him.

"I want to be alone, thank you, Lady Carmilla," Blaise said, downing yet another drink.

His words were starting to slur, and his pain was beginning to subside, but just barely.

"Another drink for the gentleman and I, Aberforth," Carmilla murmured, then left to her seat again.

Aberforth nodded, pouring another Firewhisky for Blaise, then going to the back room to get the drink for the Vampiress.

Blaise nodded at Carmilla in thanks. His action made the room spin, and he had to wait a moment before he could turn back to the bar and his drink.

Blaise had another five Firewhisky's before Carmilla returned to the bar with an empty glass.

"You will not be able to think straight after consuming all of this alcohol," she murmured.

It sounded as if she was whispering straight into his ear, but that wasn't right... She was standing near him, but not that close. Wasn't she?

"Don't rightly care," Blaise muttered in return, throwing back the last of his drink.

"You should," she murmured, her voice in his ear again. "Someone may take advantage of you."

Carmilla smiled seductively at him, returning to her seat with her filled goblet.

She was nice-looking, really. If you liked almost-transparent skin, blood-red lips and fangs...

Blaise looked away again. He definitely hadn't drunk enough yet.

"Aberforth?" he called.

"Another one, Zabini? Yer going to send me to ruin," Aberforth muttered, but poured him another Firewhisky nonetheless.

"I can pay for it," he exclaimed, his words slurring again.

"I'm sure ye can ... Shut up and have yer drink," Aberforth said, shaking his head.

Blaise managed a lopsided smirk and did as he was told.

"I see that you did not heed my warning," Carmilla whispered in his ear.

Blaise muttered something in return, his words completely incoherant.

"Do you remember how to get home?" she asked.

"'Course I do!" he slurred, looking at his feet.

Had they always been shaped like that? he wondered, squinting.

"I should take you home," Carmilla murmured, her cold hands moving around his body smoothly.

"Lady Carmilla? Perhaps the boy should stay here for the night," Aberforth suggested.

"And get a disease from one of those things you have the gall to call a room? I think not, Aberforth," she laughed off, a stern edge to her voice. "Oh, so you are worried for his safety? I will not hurt him, I promise," Carmilla said silkily.

She lifted Blaise easily and left the Hog's Head before Aberforth could protest. Blaise wrapped his arms around Carmilla and nestled into her, the alcohol making him sleepy.

Aberforth shook his head. Promise or not, he was still worried. Lady Carmilla was not known for keeping promises, especially to people who weren't her husband. Not only that, but the willing blood supply she had in her hands would probably prove to be far too tempting, no matter how tainted his blood currently was.

Sighing heavily, he started to shut the inn. He could call Sanguini once he had finished.

Despite getting directions from Blaise, Carmilla took three wrong turns and it took her fifteen minutes to find the house when it should have only taken ten.

Blaise took a while to open the door, his fogged and alcohol-riddled brain forgetting that the door was spelled shut, and what the spell was to unlock it.

As soon as he was inside, Blaise called out for Draco and Ginevra. They didn't return his call and his shoulders sagged visibly.

"Are you all right?" Carmilla asked, walking into the foyer and placing a cool hand on his shoulder.

"Fine," Blaise muttered, not looking at her.

Carmilla just smiled at him. Moving his chin with a strong hand, she kissed him hungrily, biting at his lower lip.

Blaise's eyes widened. What was she doing? She wasn't supposed to be doing this!

"No," he said, pushing her away.

"Do you really mean that?" she murmured, her voice in his ear again.

She seemed to twirl around his body, confusing his mind further. He was dizzy and in seconds was falling towards the ground. Carmilla caught him, holding him against her body with a firm arm.

"Let go," he slurred.

"Oh, I could not even think of doing that, my dear. Not while you are in such a vulnerable state," she crooned, her ice-cold hand stroking his neck lightly.

Blaise shivered in her arms, yet he was unable to leave her grasp.

"One taste will not hurt," Carmilla murmured, almost to herself.

She lowered her mouth to Blaise's neck, licking it softly before biting into his dark flesh.

Blaise felt his blood spill into her mouth, and froze completely. His emotions gripped at him, combining fear and pleasure in a way that made him wonder if he should be enjoying this.

"Carmilla! Your promise!" Sanguini yelled, standing at the door looking mighty angry.

Carmilla dropped Blaise, snarling at her husband with blood-stained lips.

"His blood is so sweet. Care for a try?" she sneered.

"You know our rules, Carmilla. Now come with me before you kill the boy!" Sanguini demanded, glaring at his wife angrily, his eyes glowing red.

Blaise watched as Carmilla left the foyer, muttering in a such a fast and low way that he did not understand a single word she said. He started to see black as his blood continued to pump out of the open wounds.

"Go home this instant. All Hallow's Eve has finished," Sanguini said.

Carmilla hissed at him, disappearing into the night.

Sanguini looked at Blaise, who was lying on the foyer floor, his blood soaking the tiles and staining his robes.

"You absolute fool," he murmured, walking into the room and lifting Blaise's unconscious body with ease.

He cleaned the blood from the tiled floor. There was not much he could do about the robe, so Sanguini simply carried Blaise upstairs to what he presumed was the master bedroom - though the bed was far too large for one person to sleep in alone. As Sanguini undressed Blaise and destroyed his robe, he couldn't help but sense his blood. The cells were moving fast to try to close up the wounds, but the magic in Carmilla's fangs was preventing them from healing.

"Such a shame to let it all go to waste," Sanguini murmured, staring at the blood, transfixed.

Blaise woke up on his bed. He looked up to find Sanguini standing in the doorway, looking horrified and pleased at the same time. Blood stained Sanguini's lips; his blood, for sure.

"Why?" Blaise muttered, clutching his neck.

Sanguini did not trust himself to reply, and disappeared before he could do any more damage.

As the vampire disappeared, Blaise screamed in pain.

His neck was burning! He scratched at his neck, trying to tear off the burning flesh. The burning sensation spread throughout his entire body, and he continued to scream for what seemed to be hours.

Perhaps it was only minutes, maybe even days, but Blaise would never know. He screamed and even though he soon fell unconscious as a self-preservation mechanism by his body, Blaise continued to feel pain in the darkness of his mind. His skin burned and his muscles disappeared into the flames. His flesh melted away and his eyes fused shut. His entire body changed against his will.

Then the pain stopped, and Blaise woke up alone in his over-sized bed, his head throbbing with the after affect of the alcohol and a sore neck.

...

Blaise's eyes widened as he realised what had happened to him.

He touched the wounds again, the scabs peeling off. Some of his skin came off too, and he stared at his reflection.

Blaise wasn't sure if he should be horrified or not, but he continued to peel off his old skin. As he did so, a younger, less worn version of him started to appear. Conceited or not, he looked absolutely perfect.

His hangover seemingly disappeared as the last of his former skin was removed.

"Blaise!"

He whipped around on hearing Ginevra calling him.

"Where are you, you miserable sod? We came home early to see you, and this is ... whoa," Draco said, coming into the bedroom and seeing Blaise in the bathroom.

"Whoa?" Ginevra echoed with a raised eyebrow.

She walked into the room and went completely still when she saw Blaise.

"What happened?" she whispered, her eyes wide.

Blaise took in their forms with little less than a glance, but he could see every single detail of them with such stunning clarity that it almost frightened him.

Ginevra's scarf was hung loosely around her neck, her robes unbuttoned to the fourth button. Her pants were hanging loosely around her hips, and her shirt hugged her torso like it had been sewn around her body. He could see the exposed flesh of her chest starting to get goosebumps, and just saw the hardening of her nipples against her shirt.

Afraid or excited? Or both? Blaise wondered, remembering his own feelings towards Carmilla the night before.

Her pupils were beginning to dilate, and her brown eyes held a mixture of fear and desire in them. He had never really noticed her eyes before, they were such an inviting colour ... Her hair was pulled into a messy bun, half of it hanging out straining for release. Her feet were bare, slightly red from being confined in high heeled shoes for so long.

Draco had dropped his robe, his shirt unbuttoned all the way and Blaise just wanted to reach out and touch his skin. He wanted to pull of those confining pants and tease him for hours, just because he could. Draco started to get goosebumps as well and Blaise could count all of them if he chose to take a second glance. Draco's eyes were lovely too. A beautiful mix of grey and silver.

How had he not realised that the two shades were completely different colours?

Blaise sniffed and could smell everything, from the slight sheen of sweat, to the perfume Ginevra had put on last night, to the chocolate taste of her mouth from her usual morning hot chocolate. He could smell Draco's scent, one that seemed to belong to him alone.

They would be millionaires overnight if that scent could be bottled, Blaise thought to himself as he lost himself to his senses.

Their blood pumped faster as fear and excitement flowed through them and he bit back a groan. They smelled delicious.

"Blaise?" Ginevra repeated, taking a wary step forward.

He smiled at her, a feral and predatory smile that scared and excited her. Ginevra didn't know if she wanted to step forward into his arms, or run away and hide for the rest of her life.

"Lovely," he murmured, gazing at her exposed neck.

He flashed her another smile, this time revealing his pointed teeth. She gasped even as she imagined the feel of those perfect lips on her neck, his white teeth pressing into her flesh, and his tongue lapping at her blood.

She bit her lip, thinking in far more detail what she could do to him if she was like he was. Not a monster, not something to hide from. He was the definition of beauty, one she wanted.

"Come," Blaise murmured, holding a hand out for her.

Ginevra took it and stepped into his arms, kissing him hungrily.

"It will hurt," he said in her ear, using the same technique Carmilla had used on him. "It will hurt like nothing you have ever experienced before in your life."

"It will be worth it," Ginevra breathed heavily.

Blaise smirked and kissed his way to her neck. He kept his eyes on Draco, not even blinking as he bit into their lover's neck, her sweet and deliciously hot blood pouring into his mouth. He moaned, sucking even more. He needed more, wanted more. He wanted to take everything she had to offer him!

One of the last shreds of humanity in his body told him to stop. She would not survive if he did not stop now.

He very reluctantly pulled away, gently laying Ginevra on the bed as she screamed in pain.

Draco seemed oblivious to the screams emitting from Ginevra's throat, his entire body focused on Blaise's body. He moved to Blaise's arms as soon as Blaise whispered his name, and kissed him. He was tentative at first, not sure if this perfection was real. As his arms wrapped around Blaise's body, Draco became more sure of himself and kissed his lover eagerly, still wanting more.

"It will cause you a lot of pain, lover," Blaise murmured in his ear.

Draco just nodded, willing to risk it for everything Blaise could give him in return.

Blaise kissed Draco once more, then moved his way down to his neck. He licked his salty skin lightly, then bit him, his fangs piercing his thin flesh easily.

He had more control over himself this time, and pulled back before his humanity had to tell him to.

With a satisfied sigh, Blaise put Draco beside Ginevra, then crawled between them and held them through their pain.

The future would be an interesting time for everyone...

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The end

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Welcome

Wed, 30 Jan 2008 11:15:34 GMT

Welcome to my newest journal

It has been set up for my fan fiction. Harry Potter fan-fiction about Draco and Ginny, or Draco, Ginny and Blaise.

Don't like it, don't read!

Otherwise, I hope you enjoy my work

Thanks for reading.

Enjoy

Nival Vixen
~NV me