Title: Fancy

Rating: FRT
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Just the idea.
Spoilers: None
Summary: From rags to riches. Ginny's struggle when she moves Uptown, and a love that came along the way. D/G

Lyrics by McEntire: "Fancy"

Don't take the lyrics too literally. I know it doesn't exactly match the Weasley family and wizarding world, but it tells a story. And anything can happen in a fic.

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I remember it all very well lookin' back

It was the summer I turned eighteen

We lived in a one room, rundown shack

On the outskirts of New Orleans

We didn't have money for food or rent

To say the least we were hard pressed

And Mama spent every last penny we had

To buy me a dancin' dress

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Of the nine people in my immediate family, all but four had been killed in the war. Mum, dad, myself and Ron. Mum and dad had forbidden Ron and I to fight in the battle, in order to preserve the Weasley bloodline if anything were to happen to my other brothers. I didn't much like the fact, but I had no choice in the matter.

Mum came to me the day of my 18th birthday. She had a big box in her hand. She said Ron, dad and she had put their money together to purchase it. I told her I didn't want a present. We didn't have enough money for such trivial things, and the money would have bought food, and paid some bills. She wouldn't hear of it, and told me that the gift will benefit me in more ways than one. I didn't understand, but then things started to fall into place.

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Mama washed and combed and curled my hair

And she painted my eyes and lips

Then I stepped into a satin' dancin' dress

That had a split on the side clean up to my hip

It was red velvet trim and it fit me good

Standin' back from the lookin' glass

There stood a woman

Where a half grown kid had stood

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

I wasn't sure what was going on. Mum, dad and Ron were still in old, shabby robes, while I was being primped and pruned. I was confused, but when I looked in the worn mirror, things donned on me.

The red dress hung onto every curve of my body. Spaghetti straps supported the fine velvet as a V neck plunged dangerously close to indecent. The red in the fabric enhanced my vast abundance of freckles, while at the same time, complimented my hair, which by then had darkened to a maroon, almost burgundy colour.

As I looked at myself, I was shocked at my appearance. I was actually quite pretty. A few imperfections, but who doesn't? I was no longer the little sister, or the baby of the family. I know looked like a desirable woman. I was sort of intrigued by what I saw, but appalled at the same time.

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Mama dabbled a little bit of perfume on my neck

And she kissed my cheek

Then I saw the tears wellin' up in her troubled eyes

When she started to speak

She looked at our pitiful shack

And then she looked at me and took a ragged breath

She said your Pa's run off and I'm real sick

And the baby's gonna starve to death

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

It was true that we weren't the best off family around, but then again, almost everyone had lost everything during the war. The Death Eaters had taken Luna, Neville, the Patil twins, and every other person I knew. Hermione had escaped with her parents to Denmark, while Harry had ended up at St Mugos after being driven crazy by the war, and his connection to Voldemort.

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She handed me a heart shaped locket that said

To thine own self be true

And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl accross

The toe of my high heeled shoe

It sounded like somebody else that was talkin'

Askin' Mama what do I do

She said be nice to the gentlemen Fancy

And they'll be nice to you

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I had heard of people who sent their children off of find wealth when times got bad. I had never pictured my parents doing it, but they had said it was for my own good, and that a better life awaited me. One away from turmoil, struggle, and heartbreak. But no matter, where I go, heartbreak is bound to follow, I thought. But I didn't say that. I knew what Mum was doing what she thought was right.

I got the disturbing feeling that I was being sent away to meet with a life of wealth, scandal, and seduction. One that could promise me a big house, a gentleman that was in need of company, and riches beyond belief. While at the same time, sacrificing the life I wanted.

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She said here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down

Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down

Lord forgive me for what I do,

But if you want out

It's up to you

Now don't let me down

Cause your mama's gonna move ya uptown

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That night, a businessman type Wizard Apparated into the livingroom of the Burrow. He had dressed in black, clearly expensive robes, with matching black boots. He sported a turned-up nose, and weathered eyes, along with a graying moustache. Apparently he was the executive in this 'dealing'.

I was instructed to pack a small amount of personal accessories, then say goodbye. Ron stood with his hands in his pockets, not saying a word, other than 'I'll miss you'. Mum silently cried into my shoulder with a vise-like grip on me. Dad dealt with the Wizard, and with a handshake I was Apparated into the unknown.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Well, that was the last time I saw my Ma

The night I left that rickety shack

The welfare people came and took the baby

Mama died and I ain't been back

But the wheels of fate had started to turn

And for me there was no way out

And it wasn't very long 'til I knew exactly

What my Mama'd been talkin' about

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For months I was passed on from one suitor to another. One gentleman would require a bit of company for a duration of time, while I hung off the arm of a second who needed a trophy girl at some sort of formal function. Each escort would lavish me in riches and promises for a short time, then pass me along to a 'friend' who required me for one thing or another.

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I knew what I had to do

And I made myself this solemn vow

That I's gonna be a lady someday

Though I didn't know when or how

I couldn't see spending the rest of my life

With my head hung down in shame you know

I might have been born just plain white trash

But Fancy was my name

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

I knew I was being used. But I wouldn't let go. I had soon had become accustomed to the satin sheets and fine china. But as ever suitor came and went, I began to feel more, and more alone. With each promise of love that came my way, it was broken by one mans need for lust, and another's greed for gold. I had lost all sense of pain and heartbreak, but I still held a small amount of hope that one of these Romeo's actually had a heart.

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It wasn't long after that benevolent man

Took me off the street

And one week later I was pourin' his tea

In a five room hotel suite

I charmed a king, congressman

And an occasional aristocrat

Then I got me a Georgia mansion

In an elegant New York townhouse flat

And I ain't done bad

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

It wasn't until I was on the brink of being sucked dry, that things started to look up. I had been in my temporary, master's study while he attended to a guest. I instantly knew the guest, as I tried to divert his attention. If he were to identify me, humiliation (like that was new to me) would await.

I had no such luck. My master instructed me to act nice for the gentleman. In doing so, my identity was revealed to him. He didn't seem too glad to see me in the position I was in. On the contrary, his position had told he was rather uncomfortable with finding me on the arm of a stuffy middle-aged man.

In what seemed inevitable, our eyes locked. I knew mine had pain in them, but his had an overwhelming sadness. An emptiness that he longed to be fulfilled. But the one that scared me the most was a desire the yearend to be inflicted. The self assuring smirk that often played on his lips had vanished the moment our eyes met. His lips now were slightly parted in a half realizing, half 'gasp' manner. If he had of had less self control, I'm sure a gasp would have escaped. His hair had grown out since I last saw him. The blond, almost white tresses now fell shoulder length and parted in the middle. The occasional lock fell over his eyes in wisps.

He returned his attention to my master, as a sense of loss came over me. But as I looked at him, desperate to recapture his gaze, his once cold, blue, empty eyes had changed into a bold, hungry, almost wanton glare, with a not-so subtle hint of anger and jealousy. He requested I be relinquished to him. My master obliged over a dealing of 1 million Galleons.

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Now in this world there's a lot of self-righteous

Hippocrates that would call me bad

They criticize Mama for turning me out

No matter how little we had

But though I ain't had to worry 'bout nothin'

For nigh on fifteen years

I can still hear the desperation in my poor

Mama's voice ringin' in my ear

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At first I had feared being 'traded' to Draco Malfoy, but the instant he had us Apparated to Malfoy Manor, her had made it perfectly clear to me that he hadn't wished to 'buy' me, but it was the only way my previous master would relinquish my services. The weeks after, he had allowed me to roam and do as I please. I had a private room in the Manor, I was given a full wardrobe of elegant robes, and material things. I was even given my own personal house elf. But the most extravagant thing he gave me couldn't be bought with money, nor taken away in a business dealing. He had given me friendship. This eventually led to love.

Almost a year after I was first thrust into the life of greed and seduction, Draco had given me one of the most bountiful gifts I had ever received. He allowed me to see my parents. But upon Apparating to the Burrow, I was met with a sorrowful sight. Unable to find a job, and pay bills, my parent's, along with Ron had been evicted from the premise. Draco had requested any information that could possibly lead to my parent's whereabouts, but to this day, it is still unknown as to where they ended up.

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She said, here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down

Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down

Lord, forgive me for what I do

But if you want out

It's up to you

Now don't let me down

Now your Mama's gonna move you uptown

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About two years after the search for my parents and Ron began; Draco and I pledged our undying love for each other in a small, quiet marriage ceremony held on the grounds at Malfoy Manor. A year after that, I gave birth to a blonde haired, blue eyed boy, whom Draco named Arthur Ronald Draco Malfoy. ( Yeah, I was shocked too.) The birth of our second child followed two years after with the arrival of Aurora Molly Malfoy, a strawberry-blonde, blue eyed daddy's girl.

Now after fifteen years of struggle, heartbreak, and redemption, I know have a life want. There are sometimes when I get caught going through my extensive wardrobe, only to be found holding the red satin, head turner, I was given so long ago. As much as it pains me to see it, it brought me what I have today. Two beautiful children, a husband who loves me (he tells me one million times a day), the respect of the Wizarding world, and the aura that is Lady Malfoy.

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I guess she did