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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Ginny_Weasley
  Character:
      Draco_Malfoy, Ginny_Weasley
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      Dark, Bloodplay, Blood_Kink, Blood_Drinking, Sadism, Masochism
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      Published: 2017-01-25 Words: 5034
****** The Darkness of Branding ******
by ProfEvans
Summary
     In an AU where Voldemort's final killing curse split and Harry died,
     Ginny deals with loving the darkness in another influential man, and
     finds her own darkness. O/S, very graphic and dark, blood play
     involved
Notes
     Prompt:
 All canon character, plots, and situations from the Harry Potter series belong
to JK Rowling. I am not profiting from this work.
Thank you to my beta for their time and work on this story.
===============================================================================
 
Ginny gazed through the compartment's window into the corridor as memories from
the war drifted back to her. The moment she tumbled into the Room of
Requirement and locked eyes on Harry, seeing him whole and alive filled her
with relief and hope. Right then, she knew this was the final fight and felt
sure that they would be victorious and she would have her happily ever after
with Harry. But that hope and sureness faded during the battle. It was still
there, but the certainty that she would get out alive was absent as she fought
with Luna at her back. You-know-who's supporters seemed to send a never-ending
stream of curses that Ginny fought off with continuous waves and flicks of her
wand until something caught her eye and stopped her heart. Short white blond
hair was mixed in the fray, and as Ginny zeroed in on it, she trembled at the
thought she may need to fight him, until ice grey eyes met hers. In that moment
of chaos and fear, she felt safe and at peace. And then their connection broke
as he flicked his wand in her direction and disappeared into the battle. Ginny
shook herself free of his mesmerizing effect on her, to find he had taken a
moment to save her in the midst of everything.
Sitting in the now quiet compartment of other seventh years and Hermione (who
was back to finish school like the know-it-all she was), Ginny's thoughts
stayed on the man who had saved her in that moment, and the eyes she had been
so absorbed in. When they appeared through the window she was still staring
through, it took her a moment to realize he was really on the train with her.
He passed by her compartment without a word, and Ginny's mind buzzed. She
needed to see him, to talk to him, to do something. Suddenly she didn't know
what she needed or wanted, but Ginny knew she couldn't sit still while he was
on the train with her.
She excused herself, claiming a need to walk around, and followed the corridor
in the direction he had gone. When Voldemort's curse split upon hitting Harry's
stunning spell and killed Harry at the end of the battle, Ginny's heart had
broken. Actually, she had spent her summer convincing herself her heart was
actually still in her chest and functioning; that the gaping, aching hole she
felt in her chest would heal. She fought to remind herself that her world would
continue without him, and she could still find love. Now, following Draco down
the train's corridor, was she chasing her chance at new love?
Ginny's thought brought her back to the year before the war came to Hogwarts,
when she and Draco had spent time talking for the first time. It had been
insanely bizarre, but when she heard crying from the men's toilet, she knew she
had to help. Ginny waited until the boy came out, with red, slightly puffy
eyes. They both froze in shock as their eyes met. And in that frozen moment of
time, Ginny saw something in his eyes that was familiar and kindred to her.
"Are you alright?" she asked him awkwardly.
"What's it to you, Weasley?" he spat viciously.
"Fine. If you want to cry in the toilet, go for it!" Ginny yelled. "You're too
good for my help? Then keep crying!" She was trying to help the bloody prat,
and he wanted to be rude? Forget it. Not worth it. She spun on her heel, ears
red, and began to storm away.
"Why would I help your pathetic attempt to ruin me?"
Ginny glanced back at Malfoy and saw defeat in his eyes, "Unlike you, Malfoy,
I'm not a complete prat," she stated heatedly before walking away and leaving
him standing outside the toilet door.
After that encounter, Ginny had walked past that men's room more often than
before, listening for his sniffles or sobs again. She couldn't shake the
feeling that there was something she could do to help him, and that she should
be helping him. The next time she heard him crying, she didn't wait meekly for
him to leave, but charged into the restroom. As the door echoed closed, he spun
to face her with his wand raised. He watched her warily as she walked calmly
toward him, before sitting down against a nearby wall. Ginny kept looking at
Malfoy, waiting for him to say or do something.
"Why didn't you tell anyone?" Malfoy asked doubtfully.
"I told you: I'm not a prat and I was trying to help you."
He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and looked closer at her.
"Why would you help me though? You're a Weasley."
"Yea, and us Weasleys do the right thing, even if it is for a dodgy twerp like
you," Ginny retorted, her temper flaring. She took a breath to attempt to calm
herself before continuing, "But I don't know why I'm trying to help you. I just
feel like I need to."
"It's not like you can do anything. In fact, you don't have any idea what I'm
dealing with," Malfoy retorted, clearly trying to mount his high horse once
more.
"Oh sod off with that bullshit Malfoy. I have six brothers, so I may not know
exactly, but I probably have some idea."
Ginny locked eyes with him, and forced her determination and empathy to show
through her eyes. He needed to open up and talk to her. She needed him to. They
stared at each other for at least a minute, and Ginny was about to lose all of
her patience and snap when he finally broke.
"My family," he drawled hesitantly, "they have high expectations. They want me
to do something bad this year, and I don't think I want to do it. But I have
to."
He looked down as he spoke, allowing Ginny to take in his appearance. Malfoy
seemed deathly ill: thin with sallow skin and dark circles under his eyes.
Whatever his family expected was definitely too much. Ginny stood, unable to
let so much space stay between her and this hurting boy. He may be a Malfoy,
but surely no one deserved to be in so much pain.
"It's hard to live up to family expectations," she started, but he interrupted.
"It's not just them, it's their friends too. And-" he froze, seeming to realize
who he was talking to and what he was about to say, and instinctively reached
for his left forearm.
"And it's him, isn't it? Voldemort?" He hissed as she uttered the dark name,
but his eyes locked on the floor, as though he was ashamed to admit the truth.
But then he nodded. Ginny reached for his arm, and he didn't fight her. She
pushed up his sleeve and saw his mark for the first time, and her heart hurt a
little, for the loss of innocence they were all going through and for seeing it
physically on Malfoy. She brushed her fingers along the tattoo, and tears
leaked from Malfoy's eyes as he closed them with relief.
And then the door slammed open and broke their moment. Malfoy yanked his sleeve
down and dried his eyes in a flash before he began yelling at her.
"What the hell is your problem, Weaselbee?! This is the men's lavatory, so get
out!"
There were many similar encounters between them that year, but he never told
her what they wanted him to do, and she never gave up on him becoming a better
person. She thought she might be falling in love with him somehow, but it made
no sense. Even when she and Harry were together, Ginny would meet Draco and
feel her heart pull toward him. Every time he insisted he had to do the
mysterious bad thing though, she remembered he was on the wrong side of the
war. She remembered that Harry was the love of her life, because he was strong
enough to do the right thing every time, because he fought for good and love
instead of succumbing to fear. Even so, Draco was so scarred from the Malfoy's
idea of love that Ginny felt sure if he was shown true love just once, he'd
learn to be a better, stronger man.
The last time they met that year was agonizing for Ginny. Something was
different about Draco, and he was more torn than ever.
"They know everything is ready and they expect me to finish the job. But I
don't know if I can, and even if I do, it will change everything. Ginny, I
don't want to lose you," Draco confessed that night in the Room of Requirement,
where they had agreed to meet after being interrupted that first day. She took
one of his hands in her small, delicate ones, and waited for him to meet her
eyes to reply.
"Draco, you can be a good man, you just need to make the right choice. If you
do that, you'll never lose me. Do the right thing and tell me or Dumbledore
what they want from you, and don't do it. Fight them, stand for what's right. I
know you want to, Draco. You're a good man with a good heart, you're just
afraid to show it."
"He'll kill me. And my family. If I don't, they'll find out about you and
torture you. I'll lose everything. I can't lose everything. I have to do it."
"But then you'll lose me. I can't be with a man who fights for the wrong side."
"You aren't with me now," he snapped. "You have your precious Potter, the
entire bloody school knows about you two, and you're so deliriously happy
together."
"You have a stronger hold on my heart though. I just, I can't be with someone
on the wrong side. If you choose love, if you choose the light, I'd much prefer
you to Harry. But you haven't," tears slipped from her eyes as she argued with
him. It didn't matter how many times she tried to remind herself that Harry was
the love of her life: Draco held her heart. The two men had so much in common,
but had turned out so differently. Harry always had more fire than Draco, who
was all ice when he fought, but that was a better fit for Ginny, she thought,
since she was all fire and was sure she could melt even Draco's ice.
Unfortunately, his father had done a real number on him by placing power over
love.
"I can't. I can't lose everything. I need to protect you," tears were building
in his eyes as well. Ginny let go of his hand and began to back away.
"If you can't choose good, then I can't do this, Draco. I'm sorry, but I'm
done."
Ginny had left the Room of Requirement after that statement, and a week later
Dumbledore was dead. After that, she couldn't trust Draco or have anything to
do with him again. So when she found a note in her bag the first week of her
sixth year, as she had so many times before, she crumpled it and refused to
meet him. But it was hard. Ginny was at Hogwarts without any family and without
Harry, and she wasn't allowing herself to have anything to do without Draco.
Even so, she couldn't help but watch him, eyeing his body as he darted through
the air on the quidditch pitch and noting he had very few good days. Then she
started noticing him resisting the Carrows' form of detention, and interrupting
and distracting them when they started disciplining a student unjustly. It
wasn't much, but he was trying, he even tried to warn the DA when the Carrows
were about to go hunting for them and keep them from identifying the members of
the club. She finally deposited a note in his bag the week before Easter
holiday started, asking him to meet her.
"You came," Ginny smiled, happier than she expected when he appeared.
"I've missed you," Draco replied softly.
"You're fighting to do the right thing, Draco. I- Thank you for changing for
me," Ginny found herself breathless as he stepped closer and closer to her,
only stopping when she could feel his breath against her skin. She had more to
say, she knew she did, but his eyes found her lips and she couldn't avoid
mimicking him.
Suddenly, he was backing her against a wall, kissing her ferociously. He
nibbled on her lip and made her feel alive as he pinned her hands against the
wall. For a moment, she was completely enthralled with him, and then Harry's
face flashed in her mind, reminding her that whatever happened now would have
consequences. She needed to be sure. She broke away from Draco's embrace, made
a flimsy excuse, and ran. Ginny had never believed herself capable of cowardice
until that moment, and it still haunted her as she reached the final
compartment of the train: the one that Draco must be occupying.
Merlin, he would never forgive her. He'd take that moment of cowardice as her
choosing Harry, and her return now as an admission that he had only ever been
second to Harry. Draco had represented everything malignant for a long time
within Hogwarts, but the past two years he had changed, and in the battle he'd
saved her. Not only that, he stayed out of most of the fighting and fought more
often for her side then the other. He'd finally chosen good. Whatever he
thought of her, Ginny had to see him. She slid the door open and slipped
inside, locking the door behind her before he could say a word.
Ginny turned to face Draco, and icy grey locked on fiery copper as their eyes
met. Time stood still. She remembered his hands holding her wrists and his
teeth grazing her lips, and her inner core warmed. She'd been waiting months
for this chance to rectify her cowardice, and she couldn't risk words stopping
her. She silently charmed herself for protection and hid their compartment from
prying eyes and ears before she tossed her wand to the seat across from Draco.
Ginny gnawed gently at the corner of her mouth and reached her trembling hands
to the top button of her blouse, her eyes still locked on Draco's. She popped
the button out of place, and saw his chiseled jaw tighten. Her fingers
continued clumsily down her blouse, and his eyes finally left hers to watch
them. His hands gripped his thighs tightly as though he fought to control them.
When her shirt was completely open, revealing her lacy black bra, Ginny finally
left the door to approach Draco. She swung herself astride his lap with a flip
of her hair, her head cocked like a doubtful puppy and her eyes looking through
her lashes to meet his. She took his hands and placed them on her rear before
finally speaking.
"Draco Malfoy," she said evenly in a near whisper, "I love you, and I want to
fuck you right here, right now." She finally identified why she had to move
after seeing him: to tell him this. He swallowed hesitantly, as though he was
trying to match her slow, even tempo, before responding.
"It's about God-damned time," Draco growled as he dug into her cheeks with his
fingers. Ginny felt him bulge in his pants as their lips locked and her fingers
started on his buttons. Her fingers were clumsier than before as she undid his
shirt while her tongue danced with his. She ground her hips against his bulge,
finally getting to kiss him the way she'd wanted to for over a year. He groaned
against her mouth as she humped him through their clothes, and she felt her
control slip. Apparently his did too because he suddenly ripped his shirt off,
sending buttons flying before he tore her shirt off and threw her to her back
on the bench seat.
Ginny felt fear for the first time since entering the compartment as his hands
fiddled with the clasp of her bra. Draco threw it across the small room and
held her wrist down against the seat with one hand while the other found her
breast. His teeth grazed her collar bone before she realized the cause of her
fear: Ginny, the fierce, bold, warrior woman that she was, was at Draco's
mercy, and it was seductive as all fucking hell. He was in control, and he was
staking his claim on her as he bit into her shoulder, pulling a moan from
Ginny. He lowered his mouth to her heaving bosom and released her hand, which
feathered itself through his silky hair, to begin fiddling with her belt and
pants button. Draco danced his tongue around her nipple, making her bite her
lip with pleasure. He was destroying her in the most wonderful way.
Draco slid down her body, kissing each centimeter of her torso as he yanked her
bottoms off, leaving her naked on the seat. Ginny's breathing shallowed as warm
butterflies darted around before attempting to rest in the pit of her stomach.
One hand gripped her firm ass roughly as the other found its way to her slick
folds. Her grip on his light hair tightened desperately as he licked her
sensitive nub, exerting a soft pressure that became greater and greater as he
added kisses and suction.
"Merlin, Draco!" Ginny shrieked as she came closer and closer to a peak. His
touch left a fire on her skin where ever it wandered, and her hips lifted
fiercely as she craved a deeper burn. His fingers slipped inside her, first two
playing lightly before three began hammering at her delicate pussy. Ginny could
hear the squelch of her wetness as his hand pounded her, and her thighs began
shaking with the exertion of her muscles contracting. She was sure Draco could
feel her walls closing on his hands as he continued mouthing at her clit and
she cried out his name, shuddering to a climax. Ginny's second hand ripped at
the cushion as he refused to stop or even slow for her orgasm, making the
glorious pain pleasure that left her mind empty of coherent thoughts even more
tremendous.
"Fuck! Oh fuck, Draco! Yes! Yes!" Ginny screamed savagely as her frenzy reached
a new peak, to which Draco finally began to offer her relief, slowing his touch
and relaxing his tongue before lifting his head from her lap to meet her eyes.
He licked his lips in a way that made her quiver before he spoke.
"Sorry you waited so long, aren't you?" he taunted, coming to his feet while
she lay there. Ginny moaned an affirmation as she took in Draco's chiseled
body, his muscles still taught and gleaming with sweat. Her eyes traced the
lines of his torso until they reached his pants, where his hands waited
restlessly. She glanced to his face and witnessed an evil grin before he
stripped himself. Her eyes dropped immediately to his hardened length and tried
to disguise her shock at its size, this was going to be more fun than she'd
ever imagined.
After a moment, it became clear Draco wasn't planning on joining her back on
the seat, so Ginny rose to meet him, crashing into him in her excitement.  As
she kissed him enthusiastically, newly aroused by the feel of him against her
pelvis, she seemed to knock him back into the window, his bum pressed against
the cool glass. He relaxed into her kiss for a moment, allowing her to surround
his firm lips with her own, before he retook control and gripped her wrist
tightly, throwing her against the window with a swift turn. She gasped into his
mouth as her eyes burst open in shock, her head sore from its impact and her
wrist bruising. Draco nipped at her lip sharply before pulling away from her
slightly. Looking into her eyes hungrily, he growled throatily, "You're mine
now."
Ginny had never believed being claimed by a man could be so enticing. She
responded to the heat in her gut and his bestial demand by wrapping a leg
around his hip to hold him close to her body. He smirked before nipping along
her collarbone, his free hand drifting across her chest. He ran his thumb
across her nipple until he elicited another gasp from her, when he hurled her
to the floor behind him. Even as Ginny was sure she was bruising, she was
surprisingly desperate for more. She was terrified of Draco's physical prowess,
but even more was she frightened of him stopping. She needed this rush of pain
and pleasure and adrenaline and she would do anything to keep it from ending.
Ginny rose to her knees as he approached her and slid her hands up his inner
thighs before taking his balls in her hand, beginning to massage them gently.
She felt Draco's long fingers thread through her hair as she began kissing his
shaft.
Suddenly, his touch became a tight grip on her hair that he used to yank her to
her feet. "Not yet," he rumbled gruffly, before heaving her against the sliding
door with such force that the glass shattered, showering them and the floor.
Ginny's fall continued through the now broken door, her hair pulling Draco on
top of her. Stars danced in her vision as she felt sharp roots of pain dig into
and radiate throughout her back and legs, forming a base to the blossoming red
flowers below her. As the carnations of her blood grew, she found her need for
Draco grow more and more feral. Within a moment her hands were on the nape of
his neck while her leg wrapped around his, pulling his entire body impossibly
closer than gravity had managed. She was devouring him before he even fully
realized they had fallen. Ginny needed him. She needed him to be within her.
She needed him to know what he meant to her, how far she'd go to protect him.
She needed him to know that she loved him. She needed him to know that he was
right: she was his.
Draco responded in kind, clearly spurred by the urgency in her kiss, and
enveloped her soft skin with impatient hands. Her wild need for his touch and
kiss didn't allow for him to pull away as he found his fingers plunged into a
thick, sticky liquid. Instead, while one hand gouged into her back, he pulled
the other to his eye level to find his fingers entombed in a deep, dark ruby
fluid. And in an instant he was gone, leaving Ginny cold and alone on the
floor.
To her relief, he was back in a moment, she began to reach for him when he
waved his wand over her and she found her hands bound above her head. Her
breath shallowed as her heart beat faster than she'd known to be possible as
Draco lowered himself to his knees slowly, clearly enjoying the torture she was
enduring by waiting. He twirled his wand and conjured a small silver dagger,
before setting it to his side. The dagger undulated like a snake for less than
a half meter, where it came to a sharpened point, and Ginny's breath became
even more erratic as she eyed the weapon greedily.
"If you like pain," he enticed lustfully, "you should have just said so." With
those words, he leaned over her upper body to grip her left arm firmly with his
own, resting his lascivious cock against her cheek. She squirmed erotically as
she felt the dagger's point touch her flesh, and moaned aloud as it bit her
forearm. Draco derived a savage pleasure in watching her bleed at the touch of
his blade, which only heightened as Ginny wrapped her lips around the crest of
his member. The harder he dug his blade into her, the more eagerly she absorbed
him. Her tongue twisted and twirled, stroked and fondled him as he thrusted and
carved. As Ginny's pain escalated, so did her need to engulf him wholly, so
soon his entire, enormous length was within her, a feat that no one had ever
before achieved. Draco reveled in the heated moisture of her mouth as he
finished his etching. Then he gripped her fresh wounds tightly as he propelled
himself into her harder and harder, deeper and deeper, and faster and faster.
Tears began to escape Ginny's eyes from the immense magnitude of her pain and
pleasure, as she bobbed to his motion, desperate to please him. He crushed her
incisions brutally as he finally exploded straight down her throat, inciting a
whimper of gratification from her as he pulled himself out.
As Ginny took a moment to catch her breath, Draco returned to his knees,
wincing as his weight shifted to rest on the remnants of the door. His hand was
coated in blood, which he proceeded to lick off his fingers with his eyes
locked on Ginny's. Draco was absorbing her. He was making her essence a part of
him. Her lips parted unconsciously, watching his fingers enviously and licking
her lips. Once his fingers were clean of blood, and she found herself
absolutely dripping with anticipation, Draco picked up his dagger once more. He
cringed as he pricked his finger, conjuring a small bead of blood, before he
rested his dagger-wielding hand on her shoulder. Draco shifted his weight,
sharpening Ginny's senses as the glass cut into her once more, and held his
finger above her lips. She took a moment to relish in her pain before reaching
for his offered finger, licking his cut delicately and then inhaling his
finger, urging his essence into her system and violently wanting to be one with
him. She didn't understand where this urgent need had come from, nor the one
for her pain to continue, but she knew she desired it too much to ignore.
Apparently Draco did too, because the more she pulled on his finger with her
tongue, the more she saw him stiffen anew.
He took away his finger at last, repositioning himself over her so their bodies
finally aligned. Without entering her, he began pumping his hips over hers,
torturing her through abstinence, making her work to get even an ounce of
pleasure when it was so close. Ginny thrashed on the sharpened fragments
beneath her, frantic to make them connect.
"Merlin, Malfoy," she griped longingly, "just fuck me already." She dropped her
head to the ground hopelessly, giving into the anguish that filled her. While
she closed her eyes, he positioned himself carefully, before piercing her tight
entrance. Ginny choked out a whimper as her eyes snapped open in shock, pain,
and pleasure. Draco had to rock in and out several more times to stretch her
fresh opening far enough to please him. Once he was deep enough, he began
thrusting harder, renewing their carnal passion. As his hand braced on her
still open wounds, their blood mixed, and Ginny was filled with a burst of
powerful energy. She felt their spirits intertwine and become one, as she cried
out for more. Her eyelids fluttered closed as she lost herself in the pleasured
pain, unable to form coherent thoughts or even words past more, harder, and
Draco, all of which she screamed to her lover in an intense appeal to climax.
He pounded harder and faster against her sodden pussy in pursuit of her orgasm,
while her feet traced his legs and her toes curled frantically. He fought off
his peak as hard as he could while watching drops of blood form on her bottom
lip from her bite's fierce clamp. As her wails finally changed to yes and
Draco, and her walls shuddered around his length, he finally allowed her
tremors to siphon his own release and let out a grunt of blissful relief.
When Ginny's breathing finally settled to an even pace, he lifted her from the
ground in a surge of gallantry she found startling, and carried her to clean
floor. Draco set her on her feet before casting tergeo over her body and
cleaning the glass off of her. Ginny moved to begin dressing, but he stopped
her before she moved very far, saying, "Let me heal you."
 He had a warm vulnerability in his eyes that reminded her of their meetings in
the Room of Requirement so long ago, and renewed her resolve that Draco was a
warm, kind, and good man, who had simply never known a compassionate love.
Ginny knew she had to show him what love was meant to be, and in that moment
she decided to make it her purpose. He had seen her darkness and embraced it,
so now it was her duty to expose him to the brightness within himself. She
nodded in agreement and felt a comforting reprieve as her skin knit itself
together over the many cuts on her back. When she was whole again, Draco waved
his wand once more while kissing her shoulder tenderly, and she felt a
rejuvenation as the blood replenishing spell took effect.
Ginny looked down at her left arm to see ruins carved where Draco's dark mark
branded him. She had to stare at the slanted X and odd F for a moment to recall
her fourth year Runes class: partnership and possession. He had branded her as
his own. The thought of it made her heart flutter with excitement, and she
looked up to see a firm determination in his face. He had made a resolute
decision about something, which he voiced after a second, sending a warm,
jubilant blush over her entire body.
"Ginevra Weasley, I've claimed and marked you as my own. You're mine now."
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