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Finding True Happiness	By : CeliaEquus Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 19445 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I have no claim on the Harry Potter franchise, and am making no money from any of my fan fiction.

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Warning: A couple of swear words. You know, by my standards.

“Another Practical Joke”

There was one huge advantage to being the poltergeist of Hogwarts: Peeves absorbed all the knowledge taught at the school, even that which was never taught. Many secret spells and potions had been created in his time; some were still being created. He knew each and every one. They were the keys to his success.

Lucius Malfoy – the blonde-haired, bigoted berk – would certainly be pissed when he found out what happened to his son, but it served them right. It served all those purebloods right for what they tried to do to people like his Hermione.

Hermione. When he was human he would be able to touch her, to taste her. At the moment, of course, he was very grateful that he couldn’t smell anything.

Malfoy Junior had thrown up twice by now. Peeves was cackling from his place by the ceiling, and Malfoy was constantly swearing and shaking his fist at the poltergeist.

“My father will get you for this!” he shouted.

“Let `im try,” Peeves replied, doing cartwheels in the air.

“PEEVES!”

The Bloody Baron turned up, followed by Professor Snape. The professor looked ill, his nose wrinkling up, and he tried to disperse the dreadful smell. No matter what he did, nothing worked. The floating piles of garbage just continued to bob around.

“Make it go away, Professor,” he said, moving forward. Professor Snape took a step back.

“I am trying, Draco,” he said. “None of your commands will help.”

“Peeves, undo this,” the Baron said. Students, teachers and ghosts were starting to gather at the scene, pinching their noses. The portraits must have told them.

Malfoy scowled at the laughter from the students who hated him. Peeves bowed, and soon received applause. He saw Hermione and her friends, grinning from their place in the accumulating crowd, and he felt a burst of pride when she joined in with the clapping.

Their eyes met.

“Stop it!” Malfoy yelled, destroying the moment as he waved his arms. They just ended up hitting the rubbish towards the students and teachers, causing them to move back. Luckily for them, the mess just gravitated back to its victim.

“Peeves, I told you to undo it,” the Baron said, frowning up at the poltergeist. Sick of his attitude, Peeves decided that he had had enough.

“Nope,” he said, doing a tumble and causing the bells on his hat to jingle. He grinned at the Baron. “Sorry, Guv, but the joke stays. Don’t worry.” He cackled again. “It’ll wear off… eventually.”

“He cannot go to classes like this,” Professor Snape said, his arms folded.

“What, because of the smell?”

“Clearly.”

“Ah, but there is a way to make him slightly more… bearable,” he said, floating upside down. “If you hex `im then you won’t be able to smell `im anymore. That goes for all of you,” he added to the students. Many eyes shone at the prospect of cursing Malfoy. “Give it a go.”

Feeling reckless, Hermione stepped forward. Her face took on a sour look as the stench got worse.

“Rictusempra,” she said, the light hitting the middle of Malfoy’s chest. He began to laugh incessantly, clutching his stomach. Hermione lifted the spell almost immediately, and her face cleared into a look of surprise.

“Well?” Peeves drawled. He hoped that she didn’t recognise his voice, and made it as different as possible.

“It worked!” she exclaimed. She even moved forward, sniffing hard. “Nope. The smell’s gone.”

“Hey! I don’t want to be jinxed by everyone,” Malfoy said. “Baron, do something.”

“Poor, poor Draco,” Peeves said, floating closer. “At least your mother’s expression won’t `ave to change when she’s around you now.”

“I will not say it again,” the Bloody Baron said, only inches away from the poltergeist now. “Remove the spell.”

Peeves turned slowly and looked the ghost up and down.

“And I won’t say it again, either,” he said, tilting his head. “No. The little worm’s had it coming to `im for ages now.” The Baron’s eyes widened comically. “You can’t intimidate me anymore. Soon I’ll be outta your control.”

With a sweeping bow he disappeared, grinning madly to the last.

Hermione looked at her friends. “I see what you mean,” she said.

As the crowd disappeared, happy to get away from the stink, she had the nagging feeling that she had missed something important. But what was it?

“That was just weird,” Dean said. “I mean, Peeves is crazy…”

“He’s not that crazy,” Hermione interrupted. “He’s just… a poltergeist. It’s his job to… uh…” She trailed off, noticing that many people were watching her. “Never mind. Sorry, Dean. Continue.”

“Well, he’s just changed, that’s all,” he said. “He was uncontrollable before the Bloody Baron came along, and I think… I think this must be the first time he’s ever spoken back to him.”

“Actually, I heard that he did something like that the other day,” Ernie said. As the seventh years and Luna discussed things, they walked away, now ignoring Malfoy. Hermione glanced back, but not at him; rather, at the last place she had seen Peeves.

“How peculiar,” she murmured.

Ginny stayed in the shadows, waiting for everyone else to leave. Professor McGonagall had said something about arranging classes later – by owl – before leaving, surreptitiously covering her mouth. Malfoy leaned against the wall, crossing his arms and scowling unattractively. Or at least as unattractively as a Malfoy can, considering that they were relatively good-looking.

Well, Mr. Malfoy, yes. Malfoy Junior reminded her of a ferret even more than he used to; his fortune was the only thing that could improve his appearance, and only if one knew that he was the wealthiest student at Hogwarts. He inherited his pinched look from his mother.

It was a damn good thing he had his father’s hair.

“What’d you do to Peeves?” she asked, stepping into the light. Malfoy sneered when he saw her.

“Bugger off,” he muttered. She raised her eyebrow.

“What would your parents say if they heard you use words like that?” she said. “For all you know, one of your friends might have taken you up on the offer. Zabini, perhaps? I hear that he swings that way.”

“If you tell…”

“I won’t,” she said, her voice suddenly gentle. “I’d never do that. Of course, one of your fellow Slytherins might do that sort of thing.” She shrugged. “Do you need some help?”

“With what?” he asked. “You heard that bloody ghost wannabe. Even Professor Snape couldn’t do anything about it. And that Mudblood cursed me.”

Ginny frowned. “It wasn’t an actual curse. You should know that.” She folded her arms. “And don’t use that word. She’s one of my best friends. One of my only friends.”

“Yeah. Losing out to Loony Lovegood must have stung,” he said.

“Yeah,” she echoed. “Well.”

“Potter doesn’t know what he’s missing,” Malfoy said, stepping closer. As he moved Ginny was assailed once again with the foul stench that Peeves had created around the blonde. “I wouldn’t mind finding out.”

“Wha…?”

“You’re one of the best-looking girls at Hogwarts,” he said. Ginny backed up. “And I bet no one’s ever shown you. Your brothers are probably enough to drive anyone away. But,” he continued to get nearer, “I’m not like Potter. I wouldn’t be intimidated.”

“Harry’s a Gryffindor,” she whispered. Her heart was racing the closer he got to her. It was almost masked by the smell. “He wouldn’t let anyone scare him off.”

“No?” He smirked, looking her body up and down. “Pity you’re a Gryffindor as well. Then again, I don’t really care about that.” He stretched out a hand.

Harry had never even asked her out, so she couldn’t say that she was rejected. But they had exchanged looks and touches part of their fifth year, and almost all of their sixth year. Something happened during the summer, though, and he started going out with Luna. He just asked her straight out, while they were shopping for school supplies in Diagon Alley. She had accepted happily, which nearly broke Ginny’s heart.

She’d remained in hope that he would come to his senses, but that never happened. He and Luna were still an item – the most popular couple at Hogwarts – and Ginny was alone.

Now, seeing the way that Draco Malfoy was looking at her, clearly wanting her, she felt the resentment rise up in her. So Harry didn’t like her? She was sick of being passed over, first as his friend and then as his girlfriend.

“Just think about it,” Malfoy said, moving away. Ginny acted on impulse.

“I don’t need to,” she said, drawing her wand. He backed off, glaring at her. Before he could speak she took a chance and cast a Contraception Charm. The glare turned into a grin.

“Right choice… Ginevra,” he said. She smiled slowly and nodded.

“That’s my name,” she said. “And Hermione’s right. I can’t smell anything bad anymore.”

“Hmm.” He aimed his wand at himself. He cast a silent spell on himself and nodded as he raised his eyes to her. “Well, you Weasleys are so fertile that I thought another dose wouldn’t hurt.”

Her eyes dropped to the ground. Seconds later his hands came into view as they inched up below her skirt. She looked up at him as he pressed her against the wall, wondering idly if he was going to kiss her, half-hoping that he wasn’t. His would probably still taste of sick. But then she was distracted by the sound of a zipper.

“I…”

“No speaking, unless it’s my name,” he said. She watched him push his trousers and underpants to the ground, swallowing audibly when his… when he sprang forth.

Gods, I can’t even think its name, she thought. She gasped when his fingers tugged at her knickers, shoving them down to her knees. Then her body was slammed against the wall and he bent slightly to line himself up.

“Um…”

“That didn’t sound like my name, Ginevra,” he taunted, fitting himself just inside her entrance. She was breathing harshly, and her heart was racing even faster than before. There were throbs between her legs that matched her pulse, and they only increased as he continued to push in.

Suddenly he was lifting her up against the stonework, still nestled just inside her. Feet dangling, she waited for him to make the next move. He was looking down at the point where they were joined.

“Draco,” she hissed. His hands were cold against the hot flesh of her thighs. He chuckled, rocking against her.

“Gods, you’re gullible,” he muttered, dropping her. She barely registered his words, the pain of being deflowered so abruptly cutting through her like a knife.

“Oh,” she said, sobbing. He ground against her, the sensation creating pins and needles between her legs. Painful pins and needles, right inside her body.

“And a virgin, too. Very nice.”

He moved frantically, in and out like wildfire. Eventually Ginny was able to ignore the pain. It became a kind of tickle, the way his skin massaged her equally sensitive inner walls. He was a decent size – she supposed – and it felt nice. More than nice, in fact.

“Hurry up,” he said, moving a hand down between their bodies. He merely touched her clit and she squeezed him hard, yelping as she came.

Malfoy grinned, even as her orgasm triggered his own deep into her body. The spell he had cast that had blocked his senses from Peeves’ prank wasn’t another bout of contraception. It was the opposite.

In ‘olden times’, not all women were like Molly Weasley, uncaring of how often they fell pregnant. There were those who could cast protection silently. In retaliation wizards invented a non-verbal spell that could undo it, although it only worked nine out of ten times. This was for the wizards who wanted large families against their wife’s wishes.

Knowing the size of the Weasley family… well, let’s just say that Draco Malfoy was pretty damn sure he was knocking up the youngest of the redhead clan of blood traitors, the former virgin Ginevra Weasley.

With a final spurt he smiled and then took her mouth in a mocking kiss.

In case you hadn’t got the memo, I reeeeeeeeeally dislike Draco Malfoy. Intensely so. And – no offence to Tom Felton – I don’t think he’s all that attractive. Felton looks a hell of a lot better with short, brown hair and an actual smile. The movie people make him very unappealing, at least to my eyes.

Don’t feel free to contradict me. It’s an opinion, not a statement of fact. No flames required. Malfoy is the villain of this story, just as he is in the books, at least until the last couple of chapters. Of canon, that is. He’s just a git all the way through this fic.

Out of interest… how many of you would want Ginny to fall pregnant?

And for those who say that there’s any OOC-ness going on… um, you’re reading a romance between Hermione and Peeves. See where I’m going with this?

One last note: the reason that Professor Snape could still smell Malfoy was because he was attacking the spell, not the person. But, as you can see, it doesn’t necessarily need to be an ‘attack’; just something used on that person. Clever, no? Yes?
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