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Okay, fourth chapter. Dammit!!!!! Have to get friggin facts straight!!!!!! Okay, okay, okay. Arghhhh!!!! *rips hair off head* change of story. Padma patil not her Bessie. Parvati instead. (thanks Ravenclawboy05693 ! I'm not that familiar with all the characters hehe. . . )
Virginia Weasley woke up as if from a dream, and suddenly felt her head hurt. "Ouch" she managed to whisper.
A cool hand rested on her forehead.
"Now dear, just lie here and rest a while. You've been hurt." Madame Pomfrey said, and smiled down at Virginia.
"But. . . I have to get to the hall!" Virginia said, panicking suddenly. She started to get up but swayed. She clutched the edge of her bed and looked at Madame Pomfrey. "Can't you at least give me some instant cure potion or something that would keep me from fainting?"
"Very well, dear, since you said so. But I advise you to go up to your room right after the feast and have a good night's rest." Madame Pomfrey took out a vial of pink liquid and gave it to Virginia to drink.
"Yum. . . tastes like strawberry." Virginia commented and instantly felt her head clear. She rushed out of the hospital wing and into the Great Hall. She went to the Gryffindor table, and sat with her best friend, Parvati Patil, a 6th year student, also in Gryffindor.
"Hey Ginny! Where've you been? Oh, what's that cut on your temple?" Padma exclaimed, and her hand went up to the bandaged temple of Virginia.
"Ow!" Virginia yelped. Where did I get this? she thought to herself. Realization dawned on her momentarily. Oh, yeah. . .
"Sorry, Ginny! Where'd that come from?" Parvati said.
Ginny again? That bloody Ginny nickname has to be stopped! A look of slight irritation crossed Virginia's face. "Um. . . I fell on the train on the way here." She lied. "And from now on, it's Virginia, not Ginny. Ok, Parvati?" She said as she smiled at her best friend. Padma smiled back at her, and they continued with the feast.
After the feast, they went up to the Gryffindor common room and fixed their things. They talked for about 10 minutes non stop, until Professor McGonagall came into the room.
"Ms. Weasley, you are being called by Dumbledore." She said with a look on her face quite undecipherable.
Virginia just looked at her, confused.
"Now, Virginia." She said, and a reluctant Virginia followed.
"Don't worry 'bout me." Virginia called back to Parvati, as she walked out the door. What could Dumbledore possibly want from me? she thought to herself, worried. After walking for a few minutes, towards the headmaster's office, she was suddenly worried that she was called because she arrived with cuts and bruises. Shit! What will I say to him?
"Garlic peanuts" said Professor McGonagall to the painting in front of them. The painting opened to reveal the staircase.
Garlic peanuts? Bad breath! Virginia thought to herself, as they ascended the spiral stairs to Dumbledore's office. When they entered, Dumbledore was at his desk, poring over rolls and rolls of parchment.
"Albus, Ms. Weasley is now here." Professor McGonagall announced. "I'll leave you two alone now." She said, turned around and descended the staircase.
Virginia turned to Dumbledore. "Sir, what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?" she said in a weak voice. At the back of her mind, she prayed that it did not regard the run in with the slut, Pansy Parkinson.
"I heard from Madame Pomfrey- " he began
F***! she thought
" -that you were brought into the hospital wing even before the feast began unconscious and wounded." He looked at her over his glasses. "Why, can you tell me?"
Virginia was thinking of a cover up lie, but at the same time thinking hard who could have brought her to the hospital wing. "I. . . I fell while I was on the train, sir." She lied, not looking at him. She waited for a response as she looked down at her feet. No response. Dammit. "I was walking while the train started and I fell. No. I tripped and hit my head on a door handle." Please believe me! she thought to herself.
"But Ms. Weasley, you have a split lip." He replied and looked at her questioningly.
"Uh. . . I must have hit my lip, too on. . . something." She said, stuttering.
"Very well, Ms. Weasley. You may go now. Be sure to rest tonight. Your head may hurt. Good night." He finally said.
Virginia was about to leave his office but suddenly turned around. "Sir? May I ask one more question?" she said, wondering still who brought her to the castle. She looked at Dumbledore, who seemed to be waiting for the question. "Sir, who brought me to the hospital wing? I want to thank that person."
Dumbledore seemed almost reluctant to say who, but revealed it, anyway. "Of course, Ms. Weasley. You can thank Draco Malfoy tomorrow. Good night." He said, and smiled. He looked back at the rolls of parchment on his desk.
Meanwhile, Virginia was in a state of shock. Draco Malfoy?! she thought to herself, as she went out of his office and back to the Gryffindor common room. Why the hell would that self-centered narcissistic git bring me to the hospital wing?
"Ginny! Oh. Sorry. Virginia! What did Dumbledore want to talk to you about?" Parvati said, getting up from the stuffed sofa of the Gryffindor common room.
"Oh, he was just worried about why I was unconscious when I was brought to the hospital wing." Virginia replied. That's telling the truth. I'm not really lying. she thought to herself.
"Ok. Wait, did he tell you who brought you into the hospital wing?" Parvati asked.
Shit, complicated now. Virginia thought. "Um. . . yeah. Some guy on the train, a professor, I think." She half lied. Way to go, Virginia. she said to herself at the back of her mind. Now she'll go with you to thank the person, you liar!
"We have to thank the person, then, Virginia!" Parvati replied.
Virginia was about to say that it was ok, she already wrote a letter, blah blah blah, but that would be lying to her best friend. She decided then to tell Parvati the whole truth. They talked and laughed while Virginia told her everything. After Padma went to sleep, Virginia was still wide awake, but with a less heavy feeling in her heart.
"Ginny." A voice at the door of her room suddenly said.
Fear and shock gripped Virginia, who whirled around to see who it was.
"Harry?" she spluttered out. She got up and tried to conceal her body, which was draped with a thin. Almost see through lace nightgown. "What are you doing here?" she looked at the clock on her night table and saw that it was almost 2 in the morning. "It's late."
Harry appeared disheveled, and not himself. He walked forward a bit, closer to Virginia. "What else would I be doing here?" he replied, a smirk on his face. He moved forward some more, and was face to face with Virginia.
What the f***?! Is he drunk or something? Virginia thought to herself, her heart racing. She was scared of what Harry might do next.
"Ever since you did what you did in the garden at your house, I couldn't help thinking of you." He whispered to her ear. He suddenly pulled her into a tight hug and started kissing her neck.
Virginia was stunned by what he said and did. "Harry, you're not yourself. Get off me!" she said and tried to push him away from her, but her actions were only futile. She felt his hand go under her shirt and on her breasts, caressing them. She muffled a cry and tried in vain to push him away. "Harry, what are you doing? I thought you and Hermione are back together?"
Harry let out a mirthless laugh. "No." he said, a serious look on his face, and continued exploring her body.
"Why are you doing this, Harry?" she asked, on the verge of tears.
"Because you destroyed mine and Hermione's relationship." He said, not stopping his actions. His hands were now on her ass, sliding them up and down. His lips were on her throat, making trails. "And since you were the last person she saw me with, I might as well have you."
Virginia slapped him hard on the face.
"You think that just because I broke the two of you off, you'll settle for me now? What am I? The second choice? Then you come in here, into my room at this ungodly hour, and expect me to f*** you?" her word grew angrier with each statement. But the last was a lie. She was very turned on. Her nipples were hard with desire, her pulse racing, and she felt her sex throbbing.
Virginia tried hard to slow her breath, which was coming in ragged gasps.
"Get out." She said to Harry, who was just staring at her as if ready to rape her any second. "Get out!" she screamed at him.
Harry turned around, still rubbing his face, which was now red from the slap he'd received from Virginia.
Virginia followed him and when she caught up, pushed him out the door and closed it behind her, making sure not to wake Parvati. No use. Parvati was wide awake, and Virginia had a sinking feeling that she saw everything.
"Parvati." She said. "You saw that?"
"Yeah." Parvati whispered. She suddenly smiled. "Way to go! You really slapped him hard!" she laughed. "Come here, tell me all about it."
Virginia was surprised at her best friend's reaction. But nevertheless was grateful for not screaming at her and acting like her mother. She jumped on Parvati's bed, giggling. At about 4 in the morning, after going the night's events over and over, they finally went to bed, but not before deciding to confront Draco Malfoy and his cute ass.
Okay. End of chapter! How'd you like it?
Okay, fourth chapter. Dammit!!!!! Have to get friggin facts straight!!!!!! Okay, okay, okay. Arghhhh!!!! *rips hair off head* change of story. Padma patil not her Bessie. Parvati instead. (thanks Ravenclawboy05693 ! I'm not that familiar with all the characters hehe. . . )
Virginia Weasley woke up as if from a dream, and suddenly felt her head hurt. "Ouch" she managed to whisper.
A cool hand rested on her forehead.
"Now dear, just lie here and rest a while. You've been hurt." Madame Pomfrey said, and smiled down at Virginia.
"But. . . I have to get to the hall!" Virginia said, panicking suddenly. She started to get up but swayed. She clutched the edge of her bed and looked at Madame Pomfrey. "Can't you at least give me some instant cure potion or something that would keep me from fainting?"
"Very well, dear, since you said so. But I advise you to go up to your room right after the feast and have a good night's rest." Madame Pomfrey took out a vial of pink liquid and gave it to Virginia to drink.
"Yum. . . tastes like strawberry." Virginia commented and instantly felt her head clear. She rushed out of the hospital wing and into the Great Hall. She went to the Gryffindor table, and sat with her best friend, Parvati Patil, a 6th year student, also in Gryffindor.
"Hey Ginny! Where've you been? Oh, what's that cut on your temple?" Padma exclaimed, and her hand went up to the bandaged temple of Virginia.
"Ow!" Virginia yelped. Where did I get this? she thought to herself. Realization dawned on her momentarily. Oh, yeah. . .
"Sorry, Ginny! Where'd that come from?" Parvati said.
Ginny again? That bloody Ginny nickname has to be stopped! A look of slight irritation crossed Virginia's face. "Um. . . I fell on the train on the way here." She lied. "And from now on, it's Virginia, not Ginny. Ok, Parvati?" She said as she smiled at her best friend. Padma smiled back at her, and they continued with the feast.
After the feast, they went up to the Gryffindor common room and fixed their things. They talked for about 10 minutes non stop, until Professor McGonagall came into the room.
"Ms. Weasley, you are being called by Dumbledore." She said with a look on her face quite undecipherable.
Virginia just looked at her, confused.
"Now, Virginia." She said, and a reluctant Virginia followed.
"Don't worry 'bout me." Virginia called back to Parvati, as she walked out the door. What could Dumbledore possibly want from me? she thought to herself, worried. After walking for a few minutes, towards the headmaster's office, she was suddenly worried that she was called because she arrived with cuts and bruises. Shit! What will I say to him?
"Garlic peanuts" said Professor McGonagall to the painting in front of them. The painting opened to reveal the staircase.
Garlic peanuts? Bad breath! Virginia thought to herself, as they ascended the spiral stairs to Dumbledore's office. When they entered, Dumbledore was at his desk, poring over rolls and rolls of parchment.
"Albus, Ms. Weasley is now here." Professor McGonagall announced. "I'll leave you two alone now." She said, turned around and descended the staircase.
Virginia turned to Dumbledore. "Sir, what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?" she said in a weak voice. At the back of her mind, she prayed that it did not regard the run in with the slut, Pansy Parkinson.
"I heard from Madame Pomfrey- " he began
F***! she thought
" -that you were brought into the hospital wing even before the feast began unconscious and wounded." He looked at her over his glasses. "Why, can you tell me?"
Virginia was thinking of a cover up lie, but at the same time thinking hard who could have brought her to the hospital wing. "I. . . I fell while I was on the train, sir." She lied, not looking at him. She waited for a response as she looked down at her feet. No response. Dammit. "I was walking while the train started and I fell. No. I tripped and hit my head on a door handle." Please believe me! she thought to herself.
"But Ms. Weasley, you have a split lip." He replied and looked at her questioningly.
"Uh. . . I must have hit my lip, too on. . . something." She said, stuttering.
"Very well, Ms. Weasley. You may go now. Be sure to rest tonight. Your head may hurt. Good night." He finally said.
Virginia was about to leave his office but suddenly turned around. "Sir? May I ask one more question?" she said, wondering still who brought her to the castle. She looked at Dumbledore, who seemed to be waiting for the question. "Sir, who brought me to the hospital wing? I want to thank that person."
Dumbledore seemed almost reluctant to say who, but revealed it, anyway. "Of course, Ms. Weasley. You can thank Draco Malfoy tomorrow. Good night." He said, and smiled. He looked back at the rolls of parchment on his desk.
Meanwhile, Virginia was in a state of shock. Draco Malfoy?! she thought to herself, as she went out of his office and back to the Gryffindor common room. Why the hell would that self-centered narcissistic git bring me to the hospital wing?
"Ginny! Oh. Sorry. Virginia! What did Dumbledore want to talk to you about?" Parvati said, getting up from the stuffed sofa of the Gryffindor common room.
"Oh, he was just worried about why I was unconscious when I was brought to the hospital wing." Virginia replied. That's telling the truth. I'm not really lying. she thought to herself.
"Ok. Wait, did he tell you who brought you into the hospital wing?" Parvati asked.
Shit, complicated now. Virginia thought. "Um. . . yeah. Some guy on the train, a professor, I think." She half lied. Way to go, Virginia. she said to herself at the back of her mind. Now she'll go with you to thank the person, you liar!
"We have to thank the person, then, Virginia!" Parvati replied.
Virginia was about to say that it was ok, she already wrote a letter, blah blah blah, but that would be lying to her best friend. She decided then to tell Parvati the whole truth. They talked and laughed while Virginia told her everything. After Padma went to sleep, Virginia was still wide awake, but with a less heavy feeling in her heart.
"Ginny." A voice at the door of her room suddenly said.
Fear and shock gripped Virginia, who whirled around to see who it was.
"Harry?" she spluttered out. She got up and tried to conceal her body, which was draped with a thin. Almost see through lace nightgown. "What are you doing here?" she looked at the clock on her night table and saw that it was almost 2 in the morning. "It's late."
Harry appeared disheveled, and not himself. He walked forward a bit, closer to Virginia. "What else would I be doing here?" he replied, a smirk on his face. He moved forward some more, and was face to face with Virginia.
What the f***?! Is he drunk or something? Virginia thought to herself, her heart racing. She was scared of what Harry might do next.
"Ever since you did what you did in the garden at your house, I couldn't help thinking of you." He whispered to her ear. He suddenly pulled her into a tight hug and started kissing her neck.
Virginia was stunned by what he said and did. "Harry, you're not yourself. Get off me!" she said and tried to push him away from her, but her actions were only futile. She felt his hand go under her shirt and on her breasts, caressing them. She muffled a cry and tried in vain to push him away. "Harry, what are you doing? I thought you and Hermione are back together?"
Harry let out a mirthless laugh. "No." he said, a serious look on his face, and continued exploring her body.
"Why are you doing this, Harry?" she asked, on the verge of tears.
"Because you destroyed mine and Hermione's relationship." He said, not stopping his actions. His hands were now on her ass, sliding them up and down. His lips were on her throat, making trails. "And since you were the last person she saw me with, I might as well have you."
Virginia slapped him hard on the face.
"You think that just because I broke the two of you off, you'll settle for me now? What am I? The second choice? Then you come in here, into my room at this ungodly hour, and expect me to f*** you?" her word grew angrier with each statement. But the last was a lie. She was very turned on. Her nipples were hard with desire, her pulse racing, and she felt her sex throbbing.
Virginia tried hard to slow her breath, which was coming in ragged gasps.
"Get out." She said to Harry, who was just staring at her as if ready to rape her any second. "Get out!" she screamed at him.
Harry turned around, still rubbing his face, which was now red from the slap he'd received from Virginia.
Virginia followed him and when she caught up, pushed him out the door and closed it behind her, making sure not to wake Parvati. No use. Parvati was wide awake, and Virginia had a sinking feeling that she saw everything.
"Parvati." She said. "You saw that?"
"Yeah." Parvati whispered. She suddenly smiled. "Way to go! You really slapped him hard!" she laughed. "Come here, tell me all about it."
Virginia was surprised at her best friend's reaction. But nevertheless was grateful for not screaming at her and acting like her mother. She jumped on Parvati's bed, giggling. At about 4 in the morning, after going the night's events over and over, they finally went to bed, but not before deciding to confront Draco Malfoy and his cute ass.
Okay. End of chapter! How'd you like it?
