Bah, I'm sick of this, refer to the first bubbly thing. I disclaim, I own, I summarise and most of all I ramble. Oh and I think I'm meant to warn you about the content of this sordid, sordid chapter for all your innocent little minds, but I wont. It's a waste of your time and mine. And we all know why I rated this R. Do read on good friends!

Death, Love and all that's in between.

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He has such strong arms she mused. She kissed him back with all her heart. She wanted him, no needed him inside her now. The sexual tension for the last three weeks had been too much for her, seeing all her brothers with their loved ones Virginia just felt a sudden surge to run to the Malfoy Manor, it was startling but ever so reassuring when she saw Draco's worried gaze in her hallway. She could've drowned in the over whelming emotions running through her body.

Her parents were dead. Another death. Another tragedy. When will the killings stop? Until the person has their revenge or finishes their task she thought rather savagely. She pushed all thoughts from her head and thought only of the magnificent creature she could call her own, holding her and in moments making love to her.

Draco laid her gently on her bed. Then he stepped back, unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor. He smoothly slipped off his shoes and socks; he then moved closer to Virginia's body trailing his fingers up her black pants, his other hand roamed to the black turtleneck she wore. Lady in black. She felt a cool sensation as her turtleneck was lifted to expose a small portion of her milky skin. She watched Dracos play of sensations on his face and felt wanted. She felt suddenly hungry for everything he could do to her welcoming body.

He covered her body and kissed her with such velocity she was left panting for more. His hands came under her turtleneck and she felt his skilful fingertips on the tip of her bra. She instinctively pushed her breasts further into his palms. He grinned at her and in a quick motion sat her up. He made little work of removing the turtleneck and tossing it aside. Dark emerald silk, she muttered a silent prayer of thanks to whatever gods were listening!

His mouth came to the hollow in her neck and he licked and sucked, she felt shivers run through her body, she wanted more! He pushed her down and ran his tongue down to the tip of her bra. He ran his artful tongue across the exposed skin above her breasts, she felt his hands move to take off the interfering garment. Her breasts fell out of their constraints against his bare chest. Her nipples were taut and pointing directly towards him. He licked his lips and all but pounced on her left breast. She felt her world fall into sensation, warmth, flames, ice, chills, shivers, and shudders. His mouth nipped slightly at her nipple and she gasped out loud his right palm moved up to roam on her right breast, with the combined experience; she gave into the feelings and groaned. She groaned and felt her insides turn liquid, and her silk panties rapidly dampening with her juices of need.

His mouth left her breasts and she nearly protested in disappointed, but then his fingers started working on the buttons of her pants and she let her self be drifted away on another boat of pleasure. She heard him gasp with raw hunger

"Such a sweet sight…" Her pressed the silk folds into her furrow and she writhed against his strong but gentle probing of her most private parts. Sure it was nothing he hadn't seen before … but this was a completely different feeling, he was amazing, gentle, loving, caring but absolutely amazing. There was a reason why he was here … oh what was it? Did it matter now? She just wanted these extreme feelings of pleasure, tenderness, devotion and above all passion to go on and over take her body … and she wanted him to feel it too.

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He grinned at her face of controlled pleasure, he wanted to her scream, to scream for him, to scream because of him, to scream his name. Greedy bastard wasn't he?

He removed his fingers from on top of the silk and was about to slide them down to provide easier access when he felt Virginia scoot up to the headboard. "Things are a little unbalanced don't you think?" she asked sweetly but softly.


Draco rolled with a grunt and stood up to snake out of his pants, but then he suddenly felt Virginia's hands on his waistband "let me" she whispered huskily. Her hands worked off his black slacks and exposed black satin boxers. So he was predictable, was that a crime? Suddenly he felt Virginia tugging his boxers off.

He painful erection bulged out and pointed its self directly at Virginia. He saw appreciation in her eyes and a mischievous grin play at her lips. Very slowly and deliberately while looking deep into his eyes her hands wander to his dick. He felt sharp pulls. Holy Mary! Mother of– If he wanted her to believe he hadn't graduated from the slam-bam school of screwing, she better stop that now!

His hands wandered down with every intention of prying away her delicate fingers, he didn't know how but soon he was manoeuvred onto the bed, lying on his back with his fire sprite moving lithely across his body; raining kisses down his taut stomach down to his pulsing erection. His body greatly betrayed him at times. As she engulfed his erection in her mouth he gasped at the feelings driving through his body. She was incredible. He wanted to push deeper and deeper into the warm crevices of her mouth. He could fuck that alone. He felt her motion become more fast paced and felt himself starting to rock in motion against her, her regrettably pulled her from his mouth and pushed her onto the bed.

He looked down at her body and his whole body rippled, she was flushed and waiting for him. He pulled off her slick panties and placed himself over her, she pulled her wand and muttered a protection spell as he started to tease her entrance with his penis. He slid against her wet cleft, once, twice … it was like sliding against warm satin and as she whimpered, he couldn't wait any longer, he pushed. He pushed in an inch or two and they both froze

Then, "Oh god yes Draco, deeper!" and with that Draco pushed as deep as a man could go without hurting her. Her hot sheath contracted against his throbbing penis. Her legs wrapped themselves around his hips and she squeezed tighter, he gritted his teeth in an urge to not start banging away like an inexperienced randy 16-year-old. She was more responsive then any woman he met and wanted to make it last for her. He wanted to show her he was capable of love, of loving and worshipping her with his body.

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Oh my Merlin.

Oh my Merlin.

Oh my Merlin.

Draco!

Where did this boy learn?! Anything she recalled from that afternoon a decade ago was forgotten, while that was a memory encased in time always to be remembered as mind-blowing. This would be remembered as mind-blowing and an absolute shut down of sanity except the sense of each other.

He was still going oh-so-slow, she wanted to scream and kick but all she could manage were gasps, as he planted soft kisses down her neck she whimpered but thrust harder up to him, more! She some how managed an inaudible 'harder'. With a growl he kissed her, a full-throttle, a pedal-to-the-metal kiss of hot searing passion and strong lips. He then started pounding with emphatic, rapid-fire thrusts.

Every inward thrust he made hit against that sweet spot high up inside her, and she felt the coil on an approaching body shattering climax winding tighter and tighter yet. "Oh my, oh my god … Drac? Oh my god, Draco!" His name emerged as a scream and her fingernails dug into his back and with another intense thrust she exploded in a million and one bands of sensation.

"Oh Gin… Oh Vir…" his voice was a low hoarse rasp "Virginia I'm coming I love–" Pulling back he slammed deep one final time, he groaned, long, harsh a satisfied sound that wrapped its self around her heart. For moments they were frozen solid.

Then he collapsed atop her.

I love you she squeezed her eyes shut. Merlin, I do. I love you with all my heart, Draco Xavier Malfoy

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Virginia Ann Weasley, I love you. Draco held her body, which was snuggled close to him securely. What did he call this feeling? Intense satisfaction? … More like cosmically fulfilled.

He felt so much for this little firefly; it was overwhelming and wonderful. He looked down at her sleeping form, they had repeated the intense climatic experiences together late into the afternoon. He grinned at the memories and slid himself from her exhausted body. She seemed to be in a deep deep sleeping. He put on his slacks and glided himself towards the kitchen. He knew he couldn't cook the muggle way, thank god he was a wizard.

As he made his way through the lounge room he spotted his unread owl. Odd he thought to himself, he wondered why he hadn't got a response; she was always prompt in answering his owls. But this one left unread, he mused on it for a moment but then left it as a passing thought. He also spotted her black boots at the door. Killer temptress in black. She was hot! He turned towards his destination once again and let his mind wander to the key to his heart lying peacefully in slumber, not but fifty metres away.

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Harry watched his best friend crumble to the ground. Thirty-six hours later and still, nothing. Yenta. Zip. Nada. Why? Why did it have to be the Weasleys? Why did this heinous bastard have to take away the only other family he knew and his best friends only family? Why kill two such loving and giving people? Mrs Weasley always tried to take care of him and Mr Weasley always was right behind his wife. How could someone be so cruel? Who could hate the Weasleys that much?

The Be-Lexium potion showed no leads; it seemed the killer potion could also be used in severe cases of chronic migraines. The hallucinogenic properties of the potion relieved the patient, when used in small portions. Nearly all of bloody wizardry England had it in on form or the other in their homes, but much more diluted versions. He shook his head … the Be-Lexium being used was pure, untempered with. To achieve this potency you had to have a gifted wizard or witch making this. And why Be-Lexium!? Why not jus kill the person already? Why fill their lungs with the vapours of it?

This thinking was going no-where. He sighed as 'Mione wrapped herself around Ron in a bid to comfort, he gave into her embrace and sobbed openly. The rest of the Weasleys were all standing around, but none were as effected as Ron was. Harry and Hermione had been there every step of the way to help him get through it.

Harry felt someone watching him and turned around to see Ginny standing there. Two things caught his attention, that she was glowing and looking radiant and the other was the love bite at the base of her neck that looked like a manticore sting. Who … or what had given her that? For the first time in his life, Harry was curious into the happenings of Ginny's bedroom.

"Gin, hey …"

"Hello Harry." She replied solemnly, her eyes wandered to Ron "How is he?"

"Like he was the first night, but how are you? How are you dealing?" Ginny laughed mirthlessly, when had sweet little Ginny ever sounded like that?

"Me? You actually care? I'm positively shocked to say the least Harry, but I know it's out of obligation and in vein. No Harry" she put her hand up so she wouldn't have to listen to his false protests. "I'm glad you're looking after Ron, lord knows he wont take my help, but I'm fortunate someone's come into my life that has taken care of me. He knows how I am every waking moment, he's there for me, he makes me happy feel full of life with one gentle smile and I love him. All I want is to see the rest of the family. Thankyou for all you're trying to do with these upsetting transgressions and I hope that you put all waking moments into finding the committer of these calculated crimes." With a final flicker of her eyes she walked off towards the rest of her family.

Harry scowled furiously at her retreating back and cursed the fates for the hand of life they'd played him.

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A/N: Right, and yes I agree this is getting stranger and stupider as it goes on … I have absolutely no idea how long this thing will end up to be … and I'm liable for all mistakes! (Well so is my beta, but we wouldn't blame the poor thing that has to deal with me) Click on for more of this unravelling mystery. (It's actually more than unravelling; it's starting to fall apart!) Ciao.