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CHAPTER 2
Virginia woke up the next morning in the hospital wing. What, was the only thing that crossed her mind. She remembered something about broomsticks. Like falling off broomsticks or something like that. All at once it came back to her, her heart beating so fast, struggling for air as her lungs contracted, the lightheaded dizzy feeling that reminded Virginia of the very first time so had gotten tipsy off of buttterbeer. And Malfoy…
The door swung open. Virginia's first thought was Don't be Malfoy, Don't be Malfoy, and it wasn't, which she was grateful for. She didn't need his ridicule anymore. She had taken it for six years while she was here, until he graduated, and by God she wasn't going to take it again. It had taken her four years at Oxford University's Magical Branch to realize that just because she didn't have a lot of spending money she was just as good as anyone, and probably a slight better than that black hearted pretty-boy Malfoy.
"Gin-Virginia…when you decide to come back to England, I brought you breakfast. Also, Dumbledore says that if you feel up to it, he has a list of things that he needs to be done. We only have 4 days until the students arrive". Hermione handed Ginny her toast that had been cut up into bite size pieces for her. Virginia looked at her old friend quizzically.
"Hermione, just because I fainted does not mean I'm going to choke on my toast". Hermione blushed slightly.
"Oh, yes…sorry. It's a habit, cutting up food for people. You know…Tabitha…" As if by magic her daughter flung the door open hands on her hips, bottom lip protruding. She stuck out one finger accusatorily at Hermione and said,
"Don't talk about people when they are not there!" Hermione got up, and picked up her daughter.
"Tabby-Cat, I'm sorry. But you're not supposed to point either and look at you". Tabitha looked at her finger still pointed at her mother opened her mouth in horror then promptly started sucking her thumb. Virginia smiled. That was an adorable daughter Hermione had. She didn't look very much like Hermione though. Or Sean, who was a strawberry blond, blue-eyed, healthy looking Irish boy. She looked like…
"Harry. She looks like Harry doesn't she?" Hermione said as if reading Virginia's thoughts. She did, Tabitha had Hermione's curls, but somehow…Tabitha's were a very dark brown long mane, and she had striking aqua eyes that took on any color of the ocean, the stormy dark blue when she was ready for a temper tantrum, her calm Pacific green when she was contented. The child was of frail build; very pale and looked all together more like a porcelain doll than an active four-year old child does. Very attractive the young girl was, but didn't look at all like mother or father.
"Hermione!" Virginia teased. "You and Harry?" Hermione threw a pillow at her.
"Obviously, you feel better! Come on, Get up!" Virginia laughed and Hermione thought she looked much more like the whimsical Ginny of the old days, than this new not so necessarily improved strict Virginia.
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Virginia was setting up her classroom. It was funny how many more students Hogwarts took in now. In her time, they were about 50 kids to a year, that amount had almost doubled now. Dumbledore said it was because they weren't as picky…now that they were at war. They took in students of any magical inkling, because they needed everyone to win this war against Voldemort. Virginia was thinking about that as she washed the desks in her room. Any student of magical inkling…that would mean a lot more Muggle-borns. Wonder what the Malfoy family would think about that. She grinded her teeth. Malfoy again! Is it always Malfoy with you! She thought to herself. Maybe it's because he is just too handsome! She was appalled for even thinking that and started hitting herself in the head.
"He is not cute, He is not cute, He is not cute!" A voice laughed at her from the doorway. Lounging gracefully in the doorway stood Draco Malfoy.
"When you've finished abusing yourself…" She visibly paled at being caught unawares by him again. Her mind was racing and she turned around fury filling her face showing that famous Weasley temper. She took 10 deep breathes like she learned to do at Oxford, and only a little more calm she struggled for control, and not looking at him said,
"You sir, should learn to knock".
"And, you should learn to lock your door".
"I wasn't expecting intruders".
"Well, that's your first lesson from Professor Malfoy. Expect the unexpected when dealing with me".
"I don't intend to have anything to do with you now or never Malfoy! And since when are you a professor?" he blushed slightly and said,
"Well, not exactly a professor exactly. In the most technical sense of the word yes but if you must be so literal…"
"Get on with it!" she barked at him.
"I'm Snape's assistant. Snape is doing stuff for the army, so I'm teaching his classes when he's not there".
" And do they pay you doing that?" she asked suddenly interested.
"Just room and board and a small other sum. You professors make more, but we Malfoy's don't exactly need it as much as you do…or I mean…my family has a enough money…er…well…" It was a tense moment. Malfoy didn't seem to know how to back out of his error of speech and Virginia seemed to have completely lost her slim grasp on control. She raised her hand to hit him when suddenly down the hall a clear laughing voice was singing,
"Will you still need me, Will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four!" Virginia rushed to the door, and looked down the hall and coming towards them from the opposite direction was Hermione, her hair caught up in a handkerchief, files loaded in her arms.
"Malfoy", Virginia whispered, "She's drunk!"
"She's not drunk. Its called being happy. But I suppose you don't know about that Virginia now do you?" She looked up at him hurt not fury filling her eyes now.
"Don't mock me, Malfoy". That voice scared him. He could deal with ladies sobbing, deal with ladies angry, deal with ladies even intoxicated, but no he could never deal with the deathly calm, I'm am going to tear you to pieces and take much pleasure in doing so, voice. He backed away hands up and she followed him slowly step by step. He pulled his wand out, not intending to hurt her at all mostly in self defense because they were reaching the edge of the classroom, and Draco was going to back up against the wall soon.
"Going to hurt me Malfoy? Pull an Aveda Kedavra on me? Don't you like that form of things Malfoy?" Draco had intentions of never hurting a woman in his life, and he wasn't about to now, but he was getting just as angry as Virginia now and the Malfoy temper was not like the Weasley's much fire than quickly blown out, the Malfoy's got into killing rages which were not easily appeased. Very angry, Draco turned away. Nobody ever called him a death eater…He wasn't and there was a reason for that. Very simply the reason because he was a…and if Potter ever found out he'd hurl himself off the Divination tower, but in all honestly Draco was too concerned with his own precious hide to ever fight in the losing cause. Draco wasn't a sissy; he was clearheaded and gives him his wand he was the best dueler in his area, but Draco knew enough stories to know that good always triumphed over evil. And Voldemort's little scam to take over the world rated pretty high on the evil meter. He was still a jerk, probably always would be one, but a deatheater…wasn't his thing. Virginia grabbed his arm. He looked at her in horror; this tiny, petite little redhead was taunting him! "Going to walk around in a dark cloak Malfoy? Going to hurt little children Malfoy? Scream Morsmode?"
" You might want to say it right Virginia."
"And I suppose you know ALL about saying it right don't you Malfoy?" she grabbed the sleeve of his robe and pulled it up. "Time for show and tell". There was no mark on his arm. Silently Draco adjusted his robes, inwardly seething. But he just smiled and mocked her.
"Next time you decide to rip off my clothes Virginia at least let's do that in a proper setting. You're classroom…TskTsk". She smiled and although her words were mean, she might have being saying I love you with every breath because she did say them so charmingly.
"I hate you Draco Malfoy".
"Hey, improvement on Malfoy…the girl knows my name! What a world what a world! I'm melting!"
"The wizard of Oz? Muggle?"
" My mother…she's half muggle".
"Oh no way…that's too rich!" Her anger was gone…it was too comical to even have the mental image of her and Draco…Unknowingly Virginia blushed.
"Blushing my fair lady?"
"Hush up you Pansy!" out of no where his anger was back.
"Why did you say that! Why did you bring her up!"
"I didn't know…I didn't mean…What did I do?" Under his anger Virginia looked much more like the Ginny that Draco knew and hated, instead of the Lady Virginia who surprised him with a wit and intellect that matched his…and she was pretty. He turned around to face her, dark eyes piercing hers.
"You don't know? Your father works at the ministry and you don't know?"
" Know what!" He looked away at the window as if seeing a play unfold before his eyes.
" Pansy Parkinson…we were in lov…we were going to get married. Found out she was in with Vol…she was a Deatheater. She was arrested and I was brought to the trial…Oh whatever. It was just after she went to Azkaban…I talked to my father and he was furious that I wasn't in with them…I lied to him you know…said I was, but I had to prove to Fudge and all that I wasn't…He would have had my killed had it not been for my mother. Well until sixth months later...he always referred to me as Pansy's Pansy".
"Oh, Draco I'm so sorry!" But he was back to being cold and all formal.
"Well, It's done now".
"Draco please…"
"Draco please…"
"Draco, I must apologize, Please!"
"No Virginia my dear…I'm leaving you now to your peace and solitude".
"No, don't go!"
"So the girl is going to miss her intruder? How fickle is the woman". And giving her a mocking bow he slammed the door behind him. Virginia sat down her head spinning. She went back to cleaning the desks and thought how funny it was that she Virginia Weasley was going to miss the worst of the worst scum of the earth Malfoy. Now, that he was gone she thought about all the cruel things she would say to him next time she saw him. Oh she could hate him for the rest of her life. If only he wasn't so cute…
Disclaimer: Everything is J.K. Rowlings. I own Tabitha and when I'm sixty-four is by the Beatles but everything else is J.K.R's.
I got this out so quickly just for my darling reviewers who asked for more…I love you! There will be a lot more story development in the next chapters… but I just wanted to show everyone Draco's personality he is going to e one of my major characters. Thanks for reading and please please please REVIEW!
