1000 Words


Chapter Seven:
What Game Do You Have In Mind?


"Common-sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom." – Samuel Taylor Coleridge


You would think people would understand when you are in a bad mood to leave you alone. Is it a hard concept to grasp? Did I miss the lesson which explains the severity of pissing off someone who has the power to make your world hell? Maybe even send you to the underworld before anything ever happen? Maybe even more so if the crowd of goodie two shoes got out of my way, my life would be so much more better, not that it really matters, honestly…stupidity runs too infectious in this world. In our world. Yet you haven't heard me complain yet…okay…maybe you have…what is a girl to do?

It has been a month, since the beginning of school, October 1. Everything is crashing. My beloved Neville Longbottom has been in the library room none stop, with the help of Madam Pince, she had given us a room that we could study and plot in. Madam Pince, once again, her brilliance astounds me…that woman could make me fall in love with her again and again…I'm terribly going to be proud of being her family. Severus also has been keeping a close eye on us…not that his help would have helped any. Nothing would have worked well since Severus and Lucius gotten into another row. This time about the ceremony and when it was to be done…when did parents honestly have time to fight about this? Really fight about where the bloody place was going to be? What did it matter? It is just a place for me. I'll be able to be a part of a real family soon.

"Love, please." Luna calls gently, her serene voice echoing in the empty room. It is well past eleven, I had heard mum's clock go off in the other room. "It's late…we have class in the morning."

I frown, watching as Neville stubbornly pushes Luna's hands away from him. Her long thin white blonde hair scattering around her from the gently sway. It wasn't hard to know Neville honestly didn't want to leave his work, not now, not when we were so close…but even time had to end a day, and even the gods' needed rest after such a fight. The research to find out about his parents had taken out two weeks from us…two weeks of study and sleep. It wasn't much for any of us, spending months at a time before in the other years studying, escaping, practicing, and of course, during their rarities…having their love. I never am lucky. Never. Can't you tell?

The first week we had started to search for a way to block my visions, they were getting excessively worse and I did not like the fact I was being taken, and abused, not that it wasn't likely to occur…seeing as it was becoming more and more real as the day went by…we finally gave up…and Lucius offered his help. Much to Severus's annoyance…a bracelet had been given, with a simple jade star on a simple golden chain. It had stopped the nightmares, and the long forth dreams of Tom. This definitely made me ecstatic.

The second week…this week to be exact, we were focused solely on the fact of Neville's parents.

"I'm fine love. Go sleep; I'll be here for a few more minutes." Pale blue eyes were brimming in concern. I am too…Neville isn't one to turn down Luna's bed.

"Neville…" I stir from the couch, my book closing in my hands. Hogwarts doing its best to keep us hidden from Dumbledore's ever pending eyes. "You need to sleep. As much as you know we both would stay up and do this for you, even you and I know that this cannot be." I try and reason with him. Honestly, Neville wasn't irrational to the contrary belief. Neville is very focused, and rational, a man worth having a very interesting and detailed conversation with.

"You don't get it Virginia… I need to know. I need to know what happened. I'll even go to the Black Manor to find Bellatrix!" We watch as Neville slams his fists into the table, it gave a short rumble, then out of nowhere Luna and I watch as a book, that is on a shelf, behind Neville of course, sent flying straight across the room towards Neville's head. Luna's eyes are sharp as she sent a glare towards the sudden high, childish laughter which made her want to cringe. I, myself, knew exactly whom that voice belongs to. About ready to burn the book, Neville's hands reaches up behind his head and grasps the book tightly.

A slight tingle of delighted thrill ran up my spine, Neville is blazing with a sudden spark of dark magic and it courses over our skin. "Peeves!" Neville snarled in his agitation, his body twisting to glare at the now suddenly apparent ghost. Not many people would dare and try and piss Neville off, on the contrary, Luna and I honestly stayed a bit away from the male. Neville isn't stupid, far from it, and Neville isn't weak. Spending time with me after my training with Tom during my first year, and more when I was taken up by Severus, Neville is far from such a simpleton on the battle field. His wandless magic is superb, and held extremely well under stressful situations…

His magic definitely is superb during stressful times. My eyes light up as I burn a book that is sent with deadly efficiency at us. Luna stays close to my side, not moving since her shove. She is not happy with Peeves. Eleven-o-clock at night, for the past month and a half that ghost is everywhere we were. Even the Bloody Baron did nothing to stop it. Actually, all the students seemed even more amused by such a situation existing offer to us, of course we were amused during class. Peeves of course, thankfully, followed Luna or Neville the most. Only when I was in Potions or around the Golden Trio did Peeves hang around me…or when all three of us were together…I am almost sure Mum would have thrown us out on our arses if it weren't for the fact she knew Peeves had a mind of his own.

"What are you doing Peeves?" Luna snaps, her collection of anger leaking through. "Are you trying to get us in trouble? Are you trying to find a way for us to kill a ghost? Because so help me Peeves, throw a book at my fiancé and I will find one for you."

My eyes narrow, it is not normal for Luna to be cursing, but being the founder's heir, of course gave us a special connection, one that runs through our veins continuously and allows us to feel even more so with Luna and Neville being engaged, and sharing their blood and magic already…even before their marriage.

"Aw, are the wittle Hoggies children throwing a tantrum? Or do the wittle Hoggies children just need their nappy time?" Peeves flips upside and cackles at them. "Or are the wittle Hoggies throwing tantrums at not finding answers?" He gave us a grin that would give the Chester Cat a run for his money before cackling again. Luna felt her lips pull into a frown as her quick mutter of "Aqua Eructo" brought water out and slams against Peeves, but a cry of outrage came from Neville and Luna, as I growl in frustration as Hogwarts used its barrier to protect Peeves. Why in the world would Hogwarts protect Peeves? Peeves is the one attacking us! What would Hogwarts need for us to be harmed for?

Flipping himself over so that he is 'laying' on his stomach, he blows a raspberry at us. "What's the matter wittle Hoggies? Can't hit Peeves? Well, Peeves can hit you!" To my horror, he went into a bookshelf and made the books fly off the shelves and circle us. Gritting my teeth, the familiar flare of my wrath shows with the flames licking at the books, dropping them to ash when they came close enough to try and do any harm. Irma could kill me later for this. I am not fond of getting bruises. Not now, not later, and definitely not before I go to sleep. Luna curses as she is sure Flinch hears the falling of shelves. This is not good. I turn, knowing exactly what Neville would want to do…murder Peeves…and right now it seems like a right time. Still…we would probably need to rush back to the corridors.

"Peeves I'm going to strangle you with my own bloody hands!" Neville cries out, as he lunges for the ghost, I quickly snap my hand up. This is too late for any of us to be jumping about, cursing, screaming, and getting into a fight- With PEEVES no less- in the middle of the night! Two weeks of no sleep thus far, definitely ruins logical thoughts because Neville streaks out the door.

"Luna do-" I watch as a blur of black and blue escape the room. I sneer; "Damn you Peeves!" as I race out following the two which would probably land us straight into Flinch himself. What happened to a good night sleep? Actually for that matter, what happened to Hogwarts listening to us…and why in the world would it send Peeves of all things to guide us anywhere! It had to be guiding because we were racing up a bunch of stairs…and the castle wasn't trying to completely ruin us even if it had a sense of sadistic humor. Really…

Tom couldn't have rubbed off on the house to long even if he isn't the only founder that danced within these halls knowingly at the time. Try as I might…maybe the house has lost a few certain traits and just enjoys torturing us.

My head didn't bother turning, as we heard a cat hiss, and the familiar sounds of Filch. Luna gave me a glance, before she pulled out her wand in habit. A quick motion of her wand and the Bedazzling Hex shoots at the corner. It would hide us if Filch turns from that corner, it wouldn't matter, we were on the run and Neville better be grateful that we were watching his back!

Dancing over the few steps and tricks that Hogwarts has to offer, I feel myself being…observed. Luna would watch Neville's back loyally, if anything because he is after Peeves for trying to harm us, and distract us, but isn't this chasing doing that? Shaking my head we still as Peeves gave that stupid laugh and walk through the door.

"Room of Requirements?" I question in bizarre wonder. This is definitely leading.

"How…unusual…" Luna finally spoke, trying as she might to figure out why Peeves would lead us over to this room and not any other. "You don't know he's up to even more mischief?"

"Doubtful." Neville said, his temper seemingly calming a tad bit from the run. Thank You Peeves. "But he isn't forgiven."

"Wouldn't think of it Neville. No one will forgive Peeves for his insults." I say gently, my voice holding firm, but I cannot shake this feeling as if someone is watching me…us. Am I in paranoia? I know some say you only use "I" if you are solely trying to gain attention…but what attention? Tonight is not my night…but that shiver of delicious tense observation…the feel of being prey... "I suggest we go in quickly." Luna gives me a stray look, wondering what is wrong. I have no answer; I just want us to hurry.

"Now what do we have here." I feel my body stiffen more, and I could see Neville's and Luna's body do the same. We may have escaped Filtch's clutches but not the stupid Head Boy and his Prefect. This would be where the feelings of someone following us quos in. Brilliant job Virginia….brilliant.

"Kitten, Longbottom and little Miss. Looney all in one trip." I could feel Neville wanting to forget the idea of our strength. Giving them a quick look, the door opened at Hogwarts command, and Luna shoves Neville in. The door shut in my face as I turned to stare at the too silky…to smooth…and to tempting voice behind me at such a time. Luna will be angry with Hogwarts, but I can't say I will be…I get to play around with my two favorite Slytherins…this day just gets more and more bloody interesting. Can't you tell?

"Well good evening Malfoy, Zabini, any particular reason you are calling me Kitten tonight?" My eyes flicker between them in the dim fire light. It is not hard to imagine their faces or tone. It really isn't hard to remember why I avoid- these two especially- for the past two weeks.

"Now Red, I thought we agreed to be called Draco and Blaise." That dark tone, that seductive tone could have made me melt. Too bad I'm a little keyed up from the nice run around the castle. Why is it always Blaise and Draco whom I have to run into? Why for once can it not be a teacher? Scratch that idea…teachers would give me detention. The two were so much alike and so different, maybe it is the way they were moving, or the way they stood, but this is something I knew a little about.

Something is telling me that a game is going to be starting very soon, and I am the one to…be the prey. "I'm terribly sorry, must have slipped my mind." Sarcasm is a good start if any.

A dark smug smirk pulls onto pale skin. "Kitten, you aren't nearly old enough to be losing your mind yet." He steps closer, Draco Malfoy is not a toy, and he is far more powerful than anyone would like to agree. Without his help in more or less suspicious ways, Potter would have lost, and we'd all have been captured…not that it would have been such a bad idea. Tom still is fond of me. I'm just not fond of him.

"Old? Haven't you been told it is rude to tell a lady she is old?" My eyes bat ones, and I can see the glimmer of playfulness take shape and form. Maybe Draco isn't so…hard arse after all… Blaise chuckles, staying back in the dim light, his chestnut skin glowing in the fair firelight…I have the urge to make the fire just a bit hotter…can any of you blame me?

Draco chuckles as well, stepping closer to me; the night just gets better and better. I have one hot guy staring at me, I have another approaching me. Virginia to be Snape, you have out done yourself… My eyes flicker to his hand as it gently reaches up and grazes over my cheek. The feather light touch sends chills down my spine.

"Tell me Virginia…do you enjoy playing with snakes?" Again another flickering eye motion up to glance at the now overly tall Malfoy, rolling my bottom lip into my mouth I nip at it, enjoying myself when his steal opal eyes stare at the movement.

If I am going to play and be chased…which is the way this is looking…I am definitely going to make sure they know whom they are chasing. "Snakes are fun and interesting…but I prefer something a lot more…" I roll my tongue, dragging my word out as I step closer, making sure he knows I am not afraid of him. Even if I should be, but that is not the point, now is it? Hogwarts would never allow anything bad to happen to me. I am confident on such an action…Slytherins do not just play around without a cause, so the cause tonight must be something more interesting than a chat. At least at this rate, I can play their game and have fun. I'm tired of watching Luna and Neville have their fun. It's been a month and I know all three of us have been tired, exhausted, and I have been more crouch than anything because of the two in front of me now. "Powerful."

Smoldering intense steal eyes stare down at me sending additional beckon of shivers down my spine. If ever I am thankful for a moment of control, it will be now. "That doesn't sound Gryffindorish at all." He purrs, it is barely loud enough for me to hear, yet I can see Blaise, and his blue eyes are glowing. It makes me wonder if they plan this…and I'm almost positive they do. "A Gryffindor wants someone to treat them well."

I only place a coy smile, watching him unmoving, I can't concentrate on Blaise if Draco is going to try and over power me. "What if I'm a little tired of the noble types?" I tip my head to the side, slightly exposing my neck; I can see his eyes drop from my eyes, lips to my neck. Here people think it's hard to seduce men. "What if I don't want to be treated so…fragile?" I moan out softly. Stepping only slightly back, minding the fact I can be against the wall, and that I need to get out of this area if Neville and Luna need to come out, I wonder if these boys are up for a game with me.

Draco looks back at me with a little more force, I can see his lethal body flex, I wonder if I'm just too tired to realize what kind of situation I'm in, or I'm just not right in the head anymore. Maybe one of the sparing sessions with Luna didn't go so right when she hit me with some of those spells. Either way…I may just not be right in the head for this. "Such a temptress…" Something in me coils; the tone of voice is vicious, yet gentle. That voice is more of a predator. It holds a slight sneer yet it isn't meant to be in a lashing manner. Draco's voice is hard, chilly, seductive…mean…yet all of those things send triggers in me to tell me it's alright…all of this is what I want. What in the bloody hell do I want because this is making me more aware that I have a staircase to run down and I need too…quickly. "What if I told you…we could be of some assistance?"

My eyes follow his inclination of his head, and Blaise has a lazy smile, relaxing against the light. "Virginia, I've told him everything." Something tells me he means something about a certain train ride…

"Well now…maybe I should take my exit now." I turn but stop when my arm is jerked back into a chilly chest. I feel as if I'm a doll for Hades's sake. My head slightly tips back from the jerk; it isn't something I am not used to. Tom is an abusive person. This one is just…gentler with a point.

"How about a game, Virginia…" Draco places a light kiss on my neck, threw my hair and I shiver. Unlike Blaise's warm but electrical touch, Draco has a much more eternal frost type deal, my opposite and yet much the same. In Draco's eyes, I can see the complete reflection of what my ambitions can and want to be, the utter need I feel inside.

Draco is one of the more complex…person I have ever met and try to know. Draco's eyes are so much more intense than anyone truly ever see's, in the flame across from us I can see it now. Even with his arms wrapping around me like a cat having its favorite toy. Those opal eyes could make any demand and I might say yes to them all. Those eyes of his are something that promises everything… The eyes of someone that wants the world to witness the beauty incased in not the eternity but the forever changing, the forever powerful, the forever pure. The eyes of not a dreamer…but a realist…the realist with the power to anything and make anything happen. To not be satisfied with anything less than what they seek.

The flames flicker and change from their bright orange and yellow mixture to a blood red, purple, and black. Untamed, dangerous, and something I knew they knew about me already. They don't seem one bit startled by the change of the flames. Something I truly expect from these two men. "What kind of game do you have in mind?" I ask gently, my voice of liquid heat being pooled into a mold; I am allowing them their game, their molding of me. I am the essence of fire itself, the form, the breath of it. The feelings, the beauty, everything of fire I am.

I am all forms of fire…from the moment it is put together to the moment it is extinguished. I am in all forms the untamable and tamable. It seems more and more…when I am around these two…that I can be both. Free to be who I am and yet…be everything they will need.

God I must be tired.

"A game of chase," The thick Italian accent slurs "Mio caro Rosso." (My dear Red.) My eyes stare at the flame, and a slight smile reaches my face. Somehow I think it is an endearing thing that they can speak to me in such a…language.

"Our game of chase is a little different, Mon Cher Chaton." (My dear Kitten) Draco purrs in my ear, and I force myself to take a breath, this is a double whammy… have I mentioned I haven't slept?

"How about…you explain the rules to me now, and then we'll see if I want to play."

Two identical, smug, evil smirks greet my reply, and I know I'm playing right into their trap. Bastards. "You don't have a choice," Draco points out calmly, his kiss brushing lightly against my pulse and I shiver, the cold is doing me a very nice favor right now. "You won't refuse us, Virginia."

A spark of determination flares, no one dares to tell me what I won't or will do, and no one can control that side of me. A chuckle erupts from in front of me, and before I even realize, I'm twirling into another arm. Draco had taken my arm, and spins me, in more of a dancing fashion, into the arms of his lover and best friend. Again… Bastards!

"You look so delicious when you have such a look on your face…" Blaise purrs into my ear, a spark shoots across me.

I am right…these two are not naturally powerful…they are just bastards! Why can people like this seduce me? I swear I'm just too tired to really care who is trying to seduce me…or I'm just in one of my crazy dreams where I want these two to kiss and do wonders to my body. I'm going with option one…Neville and Luna were never a part of my dream.

"You shouldn't do that to us, Red; I'm trying hard not to make you choose now." Blaise nuzzles my neck, laying light kisses on the other side. My breath picks up slightly, barely any, but enough, because these two are observant jerks and can see that they affect me.

"This game of chase is simple…the first to cave in, looses." Draco explains, watching me with unmoving eyes, they were staring at me again, piercing into my soul, it made me feel much more vulnerable than I would like at a time like this…but it gave me a slight…satisfaction. "You can do whatever you like to us…or around us." He informs me slowly, his face moving slowly closer as Blaise chuckles darkly in my ear. I squirm slightly, letting him now I did not appreciate his laughter.

"We can do the same to you." Blaise finishes for him, to prove his point, his hand reaches up, and with a powerful force he yanks Draco closer to him-us- and kisses him right there, me sandwich between them. I can feel the wave of their passion, and can see it. I can feel both males' muscles from the men. Lean, rough, well shaped …

A flash of tongue and a slight sound from Blaise intrigues me to say that Draco definitely likes to show affection and Blaise enjoys receiving it. Blaise's hand tugs slightly on his snow white hair, angling the boy's head and it seems dominance switches. I bite my tongue slightly harder than I need to. This is annoying…really…

They break slightly with bruised lips, and I can see Draco smirking in satisfaction because Blaise has this glossy look in his eyes. Never would have thought Blaise could be dazzle- "Or this."

Draco slams his lips against mine with an intensity which gives me a desiring fright. His hand doesn't wait for me to register much. I'm instantly kissing him back; I don't enjoy being dominated…much. Blaise's grip tightens around my waist and I feel his lips graze my pulse point on my neck before biting. That same instant, Draco's hand grabs my hair, and tips my head back deepening our kiss.

I gasp; the feelings swirl around me as if I'm beyond my own control. I can feel something unlock within me, something I've hidden for a long time. The feeling of Blaise and Draco seems to be expressive. Draco's tongue instantly attacks mine, exploring me as if I am something uncharted, something new. I come into action, my tongue moving against his. A smirk pulls at his lips as he kisses me harder, forcing me back into Blaise and the slight shift makes him bite deeper. Another gasp.

Blaise is happy, very happy, exciting, caring, concern. He is absolutely enjoying having me in his arms, in this position, with his lover here. It is almost natural to him to have me here. To natural, as if he feels I am made for this, to be in this situation. Strength and love spring from him in waves, and I feel dizzy.

The kiss moves from the rough passion to almost a sweet, gentle caress. My eyes close as he pulls away, my lips tingle and I pant. My body shakes.

Draco doesn't seem any different from before…or from Blaise. He too is happy, enthralled, he is striving in his confidence, in his passion. No fear lingers inside of him, not a care that whatever it is Blaise's concern will happen. I am not a mind reader…this is no science. The power to feel emotions from another being…the power to twist and kindle…the power to understand a person…this is no science at all.

Draco has an overwhelming power of pride…of love for Blaise…

From both…the joy is dwindling into something different, into…concern? Fear?

"Kitten?" I crack my eyes open slightly, I must have closed them, I give a slight smile, my head is spinning. "Hm…too much for you?"

"Something like that…" I mutter truthfully, letting my hand touch my forehead, I'm in a bit of pain; the migraine isn't fading away as I am hoping for. "I definitely need a break from you both…" I give a slight smirk, the feeling of unease rolling around in the air left a very bitter taste…and I know it isn't Draco because he is absolutely minty fresh. I laugh quietly to myself, shaking my head, I really am going insane. Ah…what a nice time to start. I glance at the door behind me.

"For the sake that I can probably not walk on my own here…" Blaise chuckles, slightly relaxing from my humor, it seems with one relaxing the other does as well. "How about you both walk a lady back to her room?" The fire changes into their bright orange and yellow light.

I can hear the house clearer now; it is finding some sinister amusement from me…or Luna and Neville. I bet you anything they are laying in that room doing something and I am sure I am glad I am not in there.

"To Gryffindor's portrait hm?" Draco mocks, "You sure you want to be there?"

I give him a single glance, before I smirk, my head still spinning, as Blaise picks me up, I don't bother protesting. What would I have to protest? I'm in the arms of a male that is very interesting…and I get to make fun of Draco along the way. "Sure…let's take me to Severus. I would enjoy the look on his face, won't you?" My innocent question brings a slightly bemusing one onto Draco.

"Severus would just put you under lock and key."

"Lock and key that you won't have." I coyly reply, my innocent smile on my face, "I would hate to be put you all through isolation after what you've just simply done for me."

Blaise chuckles, "She has a very resilient personality, Dray."

"Yes…I can see that Love. No wonder she's as attractive as she is."

"I'm right here." I mutter out, glaring at the white-could you call it blonde? - Hair male.

"We know." Came both males reply, at the same time…it is mildly disturbing. The only people I have ever heard do this, are my beloved brothers, Fred and George. I seriously need some sleep…I'm starting to wonder if the lack of nightmares is getting to me. Maybe I'm just meant for an evil life?

No sleep for only a few weeks wouldn't kill me; I've done this far too many times…so why is it reacting so badly this time? Would it be a bad thing to talk to Severus…maybe now that I think about it. He's so busy for the winter break, and trying to keep everything about under wrap…

"Virginia?"

I blink, turning my head to the right, staring up into dark blue eyes. "Yes?" His eyes darken more, but I can feel it is not from anger…but from worry.

"You seem to not appreciate our time together." A smooth, cocky reply answers. My lips press together to refrain from a sneer. "If that is how you feel…"

A part of me twists, the kindling of a foreboding that I know is coming for me. If I heed it, I wonder what reaction I would get… "Surprising, the richest heir alive cannot seem to understand how to comprehend emotions correctly." I reach over tugging at a strand of the snow white lock. "Is this dyed?"

The silent façade of confident beyond reach slightly drops; he gives me a very even stare, Blaise on snickers, stopping as Draco stops in front of us. I only blink my mind truly not here. If I was, I wouldn't be asking questions, would have followed Peeves up the stair cases from the library, wouldn't allow Blaise to carry me, and never got myself into this game in the first place. I wouldn't be stressed over the stupidest crap, and I wouldn't even have let myself wander into the Gryffindor common room with two Slytherins and not just any two Slytherins of course.

"It's natural, Red."

"Funny, I would have thought you might have dyed it or something." They continue to stare at me now, I glance at my bracelet, it is covered with my sleeve, but that doesn't stop the simple fact of it beginning to glow. I'm becoming exhausted much faster than normal.

I'm almost positive Lucius said something about if it starts to glow- "Red how long has it been like this?" The sudden seriously icy tone catches my fading attention.

"I'm not sure…maybe a few hours…it's done it every so often…I can't remember why it is important." To be honest, I've been feeling very distant, it fades when I'm around Neville and Luna…but maybe t hat is because we share a single, strong, connection that binds us all in situations. Trust, Loyalty, Responsibilities, Friendship, Wit, Knowledge…

My eyes start to close… "Keep talking Kitten, we need to get you to Severus."

"Why? He's going to be angry with me…god I should have slept a few nights these few weeks…I'm going to murder Neville tomorrow."

"Why have you been awake?" I cannot feel the swaying or thumping of Blaise's heart, or movement. It's almost as if I'm being lifted in mid air. Something is seriously wrong.

"Research, lots of research, nightmares, same old stuff…stress…"

"It's barely a month into school and you are behind?"

"Not really behind…trying to make sure I'm ahead of everything…" A slight spark shoots over my spine, waking me up with a slight jolt.

"Stay awake Kitten." Blaise says, but I can feel an overwhelming concern shoot through the old gift I possess…empathy. The powers of fire and empathy…what a great bloody mix, I can't wait to figure out what next. Really, I can't.

"What are you not telling me?" Something is there, even in this really lucid…and not me personality wise…I can tell something isn't right.

"Just don't fall asleep, Red. Do not fall asleep."

The wind picks up, and I can tell that they are running now. Running I'm sure to Severus, which is not going to be good. How in the world would things go from bad to worse? How…in a matter of a few hours!

"There is an old charm on the bracelet, you should know about old curses and charms." Draco says calmly, the calm is not what he feels. He is trying to recall what it is that he wants to keep himself. I suppose it has something to do with being A Malfoy. Or a pure blood…emotions aren't a big thing to show others, especially concern; it would be used against them. Especially during the war… "The charm is too old for it to be broken…but it is breaking, you need to stay awake until we figure out what is going on Red."

I say nothing, staring up at the ceiling, things are starting to blend, I can feel Hogwarts start to glow…not so much…glow…but…become hazy. Hazy…strong…tense…tense…why is Hogwarts tense? The place is a power source…it has a conscious…it is a living structure…but…what is Hogwarts doing?

"Do you feel that?"

"Feel what, Red?" Blaise is strangely quiet…

"It's…so tense…" I mutter quietly, trying to stay awake, but I can feel this more calming presence coming over me, welcoming me into the abyss of dreams instead of the horror and fear of being called…it's welcoming, asking…

"Red!"

"Kitten!"

Just a little while…the darkness over takes me. The darkness is a pleasure of one's deepest connection to the soul. Not all things that are labeled with black is darkness and evil…it can be good, it is night, it is the beauty of which the days grow and change. Where new life begins…

New life…

"Care to play a game with me?" A girly laughter erupts in my mind. The voice is light, almost chime like. It is one where it can be one of the more dazzling and beautiful sounds…if it isn't over done.

I look around, I know I am dreaming, I remember listening to Blaise and Draco…they are calling me…were calling me. I must have fallen asleep. Go figure. The area is a lush field, with a child tea party set…cups, kettle, plates, small bisects, spoons, sugar, milk, cream…are those Teddy Bears?

"You are being rude."

What the…?

I turn around and my body freezes. I cannot believe my eyes…


PoisonSeductress: I am terribly sorry for the long pause in the story! I have been caught with so many things…but I have no excuses. I have been thinking hard, I know Draco and Blaise seem a little off than when I original introduced them, but I assure you, it is for a cause. I have answered many questions around Draco, Blaise and Virginia. The name "Virginia" will be explained in due time. To make up for my long absent, I have made this chapter a bit longer than my others. I hope you enjoy it.

I'm sorry that my last chapter was confusing for many readers. It was meant to be a more simplistic form…but I guess it did not turn that way. None the less, I will summarize it up if you all would like. Chapter 6 is a basic form of going back and filling in what happened when she got there and while she was there. A memory as she passed through the house. The last part with the blanks, are to assure you that she is a Seer. Somehow, I seem to fail as a writer sometimes…Hogwartsismydrug, I thank you for your concern. I dedicate the completion of this chapter to you.

Thank you to:

Redhots: Thank you, I'm sure you are glad I have updated now. None the less, I did clarify, I am sorry I made it confusing. I hope this one was much more…simpler. Enjoy!

Slytheringrl17: I'm glad you enjoyed it. I hope this is to your liking. I must say I miss my viewers. I hope you enjoyed this.

Peachesandcreme: You have, I'm delighted you still want to stick with my story! It is okay; everyone seemed confused with the last chapter. I might have to go back and fix it…then again; we'll just have to see. I hope you enjoy this chapter as well.

3 Wishes: Well now, yes, I think it is weird to call it 'pairing' when it is with three people. I have added more of a Virginia/Draco/Blaise scenario, I hope you enjoy it. It was meant to be vague, but don't worry. Thing will be explained. I hope you continue to follow along this twisted journey of mine. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Hogwartsismydrug: Thank you for personally sending me a message. Like I have promised, I have updated tonight no less for me. With everything around me, the story has become something more personal to me. I honestly could say I never thought this story would be liked…I'm glad to be proven wrong. I hope that everything is up to your expectations.

Ihavemymoments: I have updated to your request! I do hope you enjoy this.

Rohain Tahquil: Thank you for the comment. It made me smile, you were actually quite helpful in getting myself started back on track to finishing this chapter. I hope you enjoy the chapter.

The-masked-face: I have answered the Draco/Blaise call…I myself have been itching to add more of them. I hope this adds up, there will be more. Enjoy.