1960: The Emperor's Harem - Ginevra "Ginny" Molly Weasley
TITLE: The Emperor's Harem
PERPETRATOR: entwined foreveR
SUE-O-METER:
(toxic)
FULL NAME: Ginevra "Ginny" Molly Weasley
SPECIES: Witch
HAIR: "shining auburn-red"
EYES: "Her chocolate brown eyes shimmered, as she looked at all the beautiful clothes parading past her"
MARKINGS: "milky cleavage", "delicate freckles that were spread enticingly all over her body".
POSSESSIONS: Her "favorite dress. It was white and caressed her curves perfectly. It was sleeveless and the material was silky which gave the illusion that she was walking on air. There was a V-neck that showed a small amount of milky cleavage. It was a full-length dress and hid her strappy white heels that went with the dress." She has cinnamon shampoo and conditioner. She gets "a velvet dark green dress". Her bed in the harem has "800 thread Egyptian silk sheets". "A beautiful day dress that was pearly white in color and all around the bodice there were small pearls sewed onto the dress in small delicate stitches. It was cut comfortably, as the top half clung to her breasts and from there below the fabric hung straight down so she could have maximum movement. Empire-waist cut is what it was called", a corset,
ORIGIN: Harry was defeated by Voldemort, and "on his deathbed Voldemort christened Draco Malfoy as the new Emperor of the Wizarding and Muggle world". Pffft, yeah right. Anyways, to seek favour with the Emperor, families send him their young, virginal daughters to be in his harem or to hopefully be chosen as his wife. The Weasleys offer up Ginny.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: She arrives at Draco's harem, and impresses the eunuch, enabling her to get the best of all the make-overs. Draco approves of her, and despite her "rebellious" nature, he decides to keep her and "break her in later". She meets Hermione in the harem, they have no real connection.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: She cries "crystalline tears".
NOTES: There are some hilarious quotes in here:"Go get changed daughter, into your best gown. That white one will do, and wash your hair with your cinnamon shampoo and conditioner. Do the shaving charm on your legs so there will be no stubble. Do everything you can to make yourself presentable to the Emperor. Remember, you must outshine everyone there and maybe you can make our bloodline survive, even if it is slightly tainted with Malfoy blood."
So no one else in the Empire shaves their legs?
"A pretty Asian girl with the delicate features of her race, raven black hair and sparkling blue eyes smiled, “My name is Ai. It means Love in Chinese. It’s a pleasure to meet both of you.” Ai curtsied and then stepped away."
Who explains their name when you meet someone new? I know I don't.
SAMPLE:
Just then 10 women walked up to the man and curtsied deeply. “This is the girl you are to look after. Her name is Miss Ginevra. Give her the best of everything, clothes, make-up, workouts and the best healthy food. We can’t have her getting too plump. Don’t let her get too skinny either. Balance her meals very carefully and make sure she eats everything. Her workouts must not be too intense; she must maintain her soft flesh but make sure that she isn’t too soft or else wise it will seem flabby. Make sure that she also learns good courtroom etiquette and dancing techniques.”
One woman stepped forward and curtsied to Ginny once more, “Miss Ginevra, please come with us, we will take good care of you.”
They ushered her down the hall and into a grand room, which had several adjourning rooms and some were very small. Ginevra assumed they were where these women slept. There was a large bathroom and some closets that were empty but she could tell they were for clothes. As soon as they entered the women pulled her dress and underclothes off and began taking her measurements. Others prepared her bath and more others went off to get her some suitable food. Ginevra tried to intervene, “Excuse me, but I have just had a shower.”
The women who were measuring her sighed, “Miss Ginevra, there are specific smells that we are designing right now for you and we need you to soak in the bath just to make sure that you absorb the scents well. We also are going to make different parts of your body smell like different things. We are sure that it would drive Milord crazy. You are a beautiful woman Miss Ginevra and we plan on making sure that you are even more so by the time we are finished with you.”
Ginevra sighed but let them do what they wanted with her. After she was led into the bathroom and sent into a petal strewn bath that smelt of roses she decided that maybe, just maybe she might enjoy this life. She soaked for what seemed hours, and then they led her out of the bathroom and performed an anti-pruning charm. Then she was sat down in front of a large vanity table and they proceeded to put the different scents on different parts of her body. Then they put lotion all over her, moisturizing her skin to the max. Gin felt like she was in heaven.
She was served some food while they were attending to her and the food had a delicious sharpness and she ate it hungrily, complaining when they refused to give her more. She resignedly waited for them to finish and gasped when a parade of slave women entered into the room and they each carried several gorgeous dresses and tunics. Her helpers helped her into a transparent robe and led her to the middle of the room where she proceeded to try on different dresses. They decided on a dark green dress, which brought out the color in her eyes and her hair. Her chocolate brown eyes shimmered, as she looked at all the beautiful clothes parading past her. She felt the velvet green fabric and swirled around in sheer feminine delight.
The dress was a work of art. The cloth hung from shoulder to shoulder and fell in folds across her chest and it showed a tantalizing amount of cleavage. There was slit up her right leg and when she walked it would show off her long slim legs and her dainty shoes.
Her maids stepped back and sighed happily as they looked at her. The woman walked up and told her to sit at the vanity table once more. They fussed with her flaming locks and eventually decided to pin some of her locks up, into an elegant bun and leave the bottom half of her hair down. They let her bangs fall across her face gently, making her look even more delicate and fragile. Finally they were finished with her appearance.
They then instructed her in the art of ballroom dancing and courtroom manners. She stumbled through the first few steps and slowly with an inborn grace began to dance properly. She had almost broken a few of her maid’s toes but eventually she managed to learn. Then she had to sit at a table and learned which fork to use first, which knife was used for cutting what and all that sort of thing.
Suddenly the maids all stood as one and ushered her out of the door. Walking down a silent corridor Ginevra suddenly realized that this was it. She was about to come face to face with the Emperor himself. There was already quite a group of women who were being ushered by one or two maids into a large ballroom. Some looked at her curiously others in jealousy; they only had one or two attendants, why did this stranger get 10? Her clothes were definitely made of the finest silk as well. Who was this woman?
Ginevra looked at the other woman nervously, outwardly she was regal and sure of herself but inside she was screaming bloody murder. Each of these women were beautiful, with seemingly flawless skin, hair, everything was perfect. Everything that Ginevra had envied and wanted for herself for many years, suddenly she doubted herself and began to look down. She felt a pinch on her elbow and her attendants looked at her encouragingly. Look up, one of them mouthed, you are the beautiful in this room.
The huge mahogany doors opened slowly and there was sudden silence. The maids exited through the doors and shut them behind them. His majesty the Emperor Draco Malfoy had entered.
He had chiseled features and his platinum blonde locks fell enticingly across his face. He had a lithe but strong build. Overall good looking, Ginevra thought detatachedly. He walked down the stairs gracefully, his eyes already evaluating each woman he passed. He walked passed each woman, slowly with deliberate and precise movements. He was just about to walk back to the doors when he caught sight of a flash of auburn red hair. He turned once more. He stepped into the crowd and felt his voice catch in his throat. In front of him was a vision of fiery hair, milky flesh and delicate freckles that were spread enticingly all over her body. Her full lips were slightly parted and her chocolate eyes looked right into his own ice kissed eyes. “Ginevra Weasley.” Draco said with a graceful smirk. “I would have never thought to see you here. Step forward little Weasel, lets have a look at you.”
Willingly, Ginevra mustered her strength and looked up from his hypnotic gaze. She stepped detachedly through the crowd of women and up towards His Majesty, Draco Malfoy. She could feel his eyes looking her up and down, could feel his gaze burning through her dress. She blushed a slight scarlet and she could see him smirk amusedly. “Come little one, we don’t have all day.”
She stepped forward and slid into a deep and graceful curtsey. He drew her up and circled her like a hawk, his eyes taking in every freckle, missing nothing. His slid his hands into her hair and inhaled, she smelled like cinnamon and roses. A strange combination but one that seemed to fit her, he had to suppress a moan. He moved his hands to her neck and caressed her almost lovingly. Her milky skin was smooth to the touch and was a beautiful contrast with her hair and dress. She was perfect. He slid his hands down her neck and skimmed over her breasts, they were small but they were delicate and they matched her. He could feel the heat rush to her face. His hands moved of their own will to her stomach and he pulled her into him and the curve of her body matched his perfectly. “You are going to be part of my harem, little Weasel and you are going to serve my every whim. Would you like that?” He could feel her take in a deep breath.
“Yes Milord, very much so.” She whispered. She was scared, good. He thought with a smirk. She should be.
“Walk to the front of the hall and stand at the doors.” He said to her and he dropped a sensuous kiss on her shoulder. Her muscles contracted and he caught her hand in mid-air. “Never try to slap me little Weasel, or you will be spending three nights with my soldiers. Do you understand me?” Draco said with steel in his voice.
“Yes Milord.” Ginevra said calmly. He could sense the rebellion in her voice. He would break her of it later. Now he would examine the situation at hand. Draco watched her walk gracefully across the hall and up the stairs. Why had she shown up in his halls, he had never thought to see her again after Hogwarts had been destroyed. Slowly he walked down the hall and picked out some more women. Out of 128 women he had only chosen 15.
PERPETRATOR: entwined foreveR
SUE-O-METER:
(toxic)
FULL NAME: Ginevra "Ginny" Molly Weasley
SPECIES: Witch
HAIR: "shining auburn-red"
EYES: "Her chocolate brown eyes shimmered, as she looked at all the beautiful clothes parading past her"
MARKINGS: "milky cleavage", "delicate freckles that were spread enticingly all over her body".
POSSESSIONS: Her "favorite dress. It was white and caressed her curves perfectly. It was sleeveless and the material was silky which gave the illusion that she was walking on air. There was a V-neck that showed a small amount of milky cleavage. It was a full-length dress and hid her strappy white heels that went with the dress." She has cinnamon shampoo and conditioner. She gets "a velvet dark green dress". Her bed in the harem has "800 thread Egyptian silk sheets". "A beautiful day dress that was pearly white in color and all around the bodice there were small pearls sewed onto the dress in small delicate stitches. It was cut comfortably, as the top half clung to her breasts and from there below the fabric hung straight down so she could have maximum movement. Empire-waist cut is what it was called", a corset,
ORIGIN: Harry was defeated by Voldemort, and "on his deathbed Voldemort christened Draco Malfoy as the new Emperor of the Wizarding and Muggle world". Pffft, yeah right. Anyways, to seek favour with the Emperor, families send him their young, virginal daughters to be in his harem or to hopefully be chosen as his wife. The Weasleys offer up Ginny.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: She arrives at Draco's harem, and impresses the eunuch, enabling her to get the best of all the make-overs. Draco approves of her, and despite her "rebellious" nature, he decides to keep her and "break her in later". She meets Hermione in the harem, they have no real connection.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: She cries "crystalline tears".
NOTES: There are some hilarious quotes in here:"Go get changed daughter, into your best gown. That white one will do, and wash your hair with your cinnamon shampoo and conditioner. Do the shaving charm on your legs so there will be no stubble. Do everything you can to make yourself presentable to the Emperor. Remember, you must outshine everyone there and maybe you can make our bloodline survive, even if it is slightly tainted with Malfoy blood."
So no one else in the Empire shaves their legs?
"A pretty Asian girl with the delicate features of her race, raven black hair and sparkling blue eyes smiled, “My name is Ai. It means Love in Chinese. It’s a pleasure to meet both of you.” Ai curtsied and then stepped away."
Who explains their name when you meet someone new? I know I don't.
SAMPLE:
Just then 10 women walked up to the man and curtsied deeply. “This is the girl you are to look after. Her name is Miss Ginevra. Give her the best of everything, clothes, make-up, workouts and the best healthy food. We can’t have her getting too plump. Don’t let her get too skinny either. Balance her meals very carefully and make sure she eats everything. Her workouts must not be too intense; she must maintain her soft flesh but make sure that she isn’t too soft or else wise it will seem flabby. Make sure that she also learns good courtroom etiquette and dancing techniques.”
One woman stepped forward and curtsied to Ginny once more, “Miss Ginevra, please come with us, we will take good care of you.”
They ushered her down the hall and into a grand room, which had several adjourning rooms and some were very small. Ginevra assumed they were where these women slept. There was a large bathroom and some closets that were empty but she could tell they were for clothes. As soon as they entered the women pulled her dress and underclothes off and began taking her measurements. Others prepared her bath and more others went off to get her some suitable food. Ginevra tried to intervene, “Excuse me, but I have just had a shower.”
The women who were measuring her sighed, “Miss Ginevra, there are specific smells that we are designing right now for you and we need you to soak in the bath just to make sure that you absorb the scents well. We also are going to make different parts of your body smell like different things. We are sure that it would drive Milord crazy. You are a beautiful woman Miss Ginevra and we plan on making sure that you are even more so by the time we are finished with you.”
Ginevra sighed but let them do what they wanted with her. After she was led into the bathroom and sent into a petal strewn bath that smelt of roses she decided that maybe, just maybe she might enjoy this life. She soaked for what seemed hours, and then they led her out of the bathroom and performed an anti-pruning charm. Then she was sat down in front of a large vanity table and they proceeded to put the different scents on different parts of her body. Then they put lotion all over her, moisturizing her skin to the max. Gin felt like she was in heaven.
She was served some food while they were attending to her and the food had a delicious sharpness and she ate it hungrily, complaining when they refused to give her more. She resignedly waited for them to finish and gasped when a parade of slave women entered into the room and they each carried several gorgeous dresses and tunics. Her helpers helped her into a transparent robe and led her to the middle of the room where she proceeded to try on different dresses. They decided on a dark green dress, which brought out the color in her eyes and her hair. Her chocolate brown eyes shimmered, as she looked at all the beautiful clothes parading past her. She felt the velvet green fabric and swirled around in sheer feminine delight.
The dress was a work of art. The cloth hung from shoulder to shoulder and fell in folds across her chest and it showed a tantalizing amount of cleavage. There was slit up her right leg and when she walked it would show off her long slim legs and her dainty shoes.
Her maids stepped back and sighed happily as they looked at her. The woman walked up and told her to sit at the vanity table once more. They fussed with her flaming locks and eventually decided to pin some of her locks up, into an elegant bun and leave the bottom half of her hair down. They let her bangs fall across her face gently, making her look even more delicate and fragile. Finally they were finished with her appearance.
They then instructed her in the art of ballroom dancing and courtroom manners. She stumbled through the first few steps and slowly with an inborn grace began to dance properly. She had almost broken a few of her maid’s toes but eventually she managed to learn. Then she had to sit at a table and learned which fork to use first, which knife was used for cutting what and all that sort of thing.
Suddenly the maids all stood as one and ushered her out of the door. Walking down a silent corridor Ginevra suddenly realized that this was it. She was about to come face to face with the Emperor himself. There was already quite a group of women who were being ushered by one or two maids into a large ballroom. Some looked at her curiously others in jealousy; they only had one or two attendants, why did this stranger get 10? Her clothes were definitely made of the finest silk as well. Who was this woman?
Ginevra looked at the other woman nervously, outwardly she was regal and sure of herself but inside she was screaming bloody murder. Each of these women were beautiful, with seemingly flawless skin, hair, everything was perfect. Everything that Ginevra had envied and wanted for herself for many years, suddenly she doubted herself and began to look down. She felt a pinch on her elbow and her attendants looked at her encouragingly. Look up, one of them mouthed, you are the beautiful in this room.
The huge mahogany doors opened slowly and there was sudden silence. The maids exited through the doors and shut them behind them. His majesty the Emperor Draco Malfoy had entered.
He had chiseled features and his platinum blonde locks fell enticingly across his face. He had a lithe but strong build. Overall good looking, Ginevra thought detatachedly. He walked down the stairs gracefully, his eyes already evaluating each woman he passed. He walked passed each woman, slowly with deliberate and precise movements. He was just about to walk back to the doors when he caught sight of a flash of auburn red hair. He turned once more. He stepped into the crowd and felt his voice catch in his throat. In front of him was a vision of fiery hair, milky flesh and delicate freckles that were spread enticingly all over her body. Her full lips were slightly parted and her chocolate eyes looked right into his own ice kissed eyes. “Ginevra Weasley.” Draco said with a graceful smirk. “I would have never thought to see you here. Step forward little Weasel, lets have a look at you.”
Willingly, Ginevra mustered her strength and looked up from his hypnotic gaze. She stepped detachedly through the crowd of women and up towards His Majesty, Draco Malfoy. She could feel his eyes looking her up and down, could feel his gaze burning through her dress. She blushed a slight scarlet and she could see him smirk amusedly. “Come little one, we don’t have all day.”
She stepped forward and slid into a deep and graceful curtsey. He drew her up and circled her like a hawk, his eyes taking in every freckle, missing nothing. His slid his hands into her hair and inhaled, she smelled like cinnamon and roses. A strange combination but one that seemed to fit her, he had to suppress a moan. He moved his hands to her neck and caressed her almost lovingly. Her milky skin was smooth to the touch and was a beautiful contrast with her hair and dress. She was perfect. He slid his hands down her neck and skimmed over her breasts, they were small but they were delicate and they matched her. He could feel the heat rush to her face. His hands moved of their own will to her stomach and he pulled her into him and the curve of her body matched his perfectly. “You are going to be part of my harem, little Weasel and you are going to serve my every whim. Would you like that?” He could feel her take in a deep breath.
“Yes Milord, very much so.” She whispered. She was scared, good. He thought with a smirk. She should be.
“Walk to the front of the hall and stand at the doors.” He said to her and he dropped a sensuous kiss on her shoulder. Her muscles contracted and he caught her hand in mid-air. “Never try to slap me little Weasel, or you will be spending three nights with my soldiers. Do you understand me?” Draco said with steel in his voice.
“Yes Milord.” Ginevra said calmly. He could sense the rebellion in her voice. He would break her of it later. Now he would examine the situation at hand. Draco watched her walk gracefully across the hall and up the stairs. Why had she shown up in his halls, he had never thought to see her again after Hogwarts had been destroyed. Slowly he walked down the hall and picked out some more women. Out of 128 women he had only chosen 15.