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Chapter 8. Hm. . . Can't seem to think of a chapter summary just right now. So, just read then! Thanks to all the reviewers! I greatly appreciate them! Mwah! Oh yeah. I am now timing myself on how long it takes me to write one chapter. It's now 11:30 pm, (Friday, January 17, 2003)

Voice: hm. . . Maybe the hickey was a little too much. You know, the teeth marks and all. But it just makes the whole story more interesting. I like this Ginny. The cursing, bitchy one with hysterical alter.

Anamei queen: about that ending?

Goodgirlsbadboys: thanks. =) I got that part from my experience with my older brother. Hehe. . .

Ditzy spacecadets: yeh. . . don't you just hate Ron? Especially in the chamber of secrets? Ugh. . .

Dannie7: tsk tsk tsk. . . Naughty naughty! Hahaha don't worry, you'll get what you really wanted in the next few chapters.

Missy: can't blame ya =)

Lady Godiva: hm. . . I'm not really sure what I'll do with the both of them just yet.

Angelbear: thanks =) I'll try to lessen the cuss words.

Amber: a little too much for ginny maybe. Hehe. . .

Goodgirlsbadboys, Merry_b88, Cori: thanks ; )

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Ginny and Parvati's room:

Virginia woke up early the next morning, still tired and puffy eyed from last night. Parvati was still fast asleep on the other bed. She lay on her bed thinking.

Virginia kept running, not knowing where she was going. When she was exhausted from running and crying, she found herself in the library. She spotted a far off corner and went to it. She sat down with her back against the wall, hugged her knees, and wept some more.

What the hell am I doing? she thought to herself. I'm such a loser. Two big, fat tears rolled down her wet cheeks. She wiped them away hastily and continued to feel sorry for herself. She thought about how angry she was with Ron for trying to continuously control her life, how small and unimportant she was to everyone else, how nothing seemed to go right, and how she was always crying over the same, stupid things.

After a long time of crying, she was already tired and sleepy. She got up slowly from the floor and started to make her way back to the dorms. She checked her watch. Shit. 10:00 already. I better get back quick or McGonagall could catch me. She started to jog through the hall, and heard hushed voices, not far from where she was.

"Drakie. . . " Pansy Parkinson's sickeningly sweet voice called out. "Come out wherever you are."

Virginia momentarily forgot about all the things she cried about, and stopped dead in her tracks. Ooh. Pansy bitch on the hunt for Draco Malfoy? she smiled evilly to herself. Wonder why she can't take a hint? she listened for a few moments more, but did not hear Pansy call out again.

"Draco! Get your ass back here now! I mean it!" Pansy practically screamed.

Virginia heard Pansy's stilettos clicking on the floor, coming closer to her. She looked around wildly for somewhere to hide, but with no luck. The hall was a long one, and she was smack in the middle of it. There were no paintings with portholes in the hall, as far as she knew. F***! Gotta hide! she ran back away from the direction she was going, but hit a wall and fell down. ohgodohgodohgod! she thought to herself frantically, as she heard Pansy's footsteps coming even closer.

She gathered herself and started to get up when she saw a pair of shoes in front of her. The wall was not a wall at all, but a person. She stood up and faced the person she ran into. Holy shit! she thought to herself, as she blanched. She stood frozen, terrified of the sight she beheld.

Draco Malfoy looked down at Virginia with an expressionless face. What the f*** is she doing here at this time? he thought to himself. His eyes narrowed to slits, which made Virginia cower in fright. Wait a minute. She's been crying! Now why the hell would she be crying? Actually, why should I care? She's a Weasley, for god's sake.

Virginia cringed when he made his eyes into slits. "S- sorry?" she said weakly.

Draco heard the apology and was about to throw out a retort, he heard Pansy call out his name again. "Draco Malfoy! You show yourself this instant! I'm tired, my feet are killing me!" she whined. "And I've got something to show you."

He looked up from Virginia and at the direction from which Pansy's voice came from. Feet are killing me my ass! Draco thought to himself irritably. You're wearing the stupid stick shoes. he heard Virginia give a sigh of exasperation and his head snapped back at her. Well, it seems at if little miss Weasley hates Parkinson, too.

Virginia just had to let out the sigh when she heard Pansy complain about her feet. Are stilettos even allowed in school?

Draco thought that he had to get out fast. He turned to go but remembered Virginia. He grabbed her arm and pulled her with him. She tried to get out from his grasp, but he held her arm even tighter.

"Let go of me!" she hissed at him. Her arm was already starting to become numb from the strength of his grasp. He suddenly stopped and turned to her.

"Just shut up, Weasley." he said in a deadly voice that gave her chills. He walked even faster and went into an old classroom that was unused. He put his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet, and so they wouldn't be found by Pansy.

There was nothing Virginia could do but keep quiet. When Draco released her, she went as far away as she could from him. When she reached the wall, she leaned against it, facing him. "What do you want?" she asked him, her voice without any emotion.

Draco looked at her and studied her. Clothes rumpled, slouched over, hair quite unruly, eyes red and puffy from crying. Why is she crying anyway?

"Are you going to answer me or not? If you won't, I'm leaving." She said, and went towards the door. She was almost out when she felt Draco take her by the arm again, gently. "What now?" she asked irritably.

"Why are crying?" he asked softly. Did I just say that? NO! I'm Draco Malfoy, prince of darkness. Ice prince, stone hearted person. he thought, when he caught himself. But shit, she looked so sad when I saw her walking. Her back was facing him, red hair cascading down her back. He wanted to touch her hair, to hold her close and tell her everything was going to be alright, but did not. Could not, knowing how she felt towards him.

Virginia was not sure what she heard was correct. "What did you say?" she asked him, turned around and faced him. She was surprised when she saw his expression. He was looking at her with an expression devoid of contempt, hate, or smugness. What the? He actually looks. . . concerned?!

Draco gave up trying to be the evil Slytherin. "Why are you crying?" he repeated, and led her back inside the empty classroom. He was surprised she obliged, and did not struggle to get free. He led her to the big, empty space in front of the desks. He looked down at her and saw tears in her eyes.

Virginia couldn't help but think of Ron again, and the library where she cried to her heart's content. "Why do you want to know? As if you care." She said to him, and looked down at the floor.

Draco cupped her face with one hand and tilted her face up to his. "How would you know, Ginny?" he said, and raised one eyebrow.

When she heard the name Ginny, the tears threatening to spill out rolled down her cheeks. She backed away from him and hid her face in her hands.

Oh no. I made her cry. Shit. he moved towards her and put his hand on her shoulder but she pulled away. "Just tell me why you're crying. Was it something I said?" the worry was evident in his voice. Why AM I asking her? he thought to himself. As if she will tell me. What the hell? I shouldn't even be here. Alone. With her.

"No." she said between sobs.

"No? No what? No you won't tell me? No, it wasn't something I said?" he asked, confused.

"No." she said again, and ran out of the room and back to the dorms. When she got back, Parvati was already asleep, so she changed and went to bed.



And now here I am, Virginia the loser. she thought sullenly to herself. She checked the clock beside her. 6 am, still too early. she tried to go back to sleep but couldn't. she got up, showered, dressed, scribbled note for Parvati and went out for breakfast.

She walked towards the hall, enjoying the unusual quietness of the early morning. She sat down at the empty Gryffindor table, and watched as food appeared on silver trays in front of her. She didn't feel particularly hungry, and opted for a glass of pumpkin juice instead. As she drank, she felt a pair of eyes on her back. She looked around, and saw only one person sitting at another table.

Malfoy? Up so early? she thought to herself, as she looked back at him. He was staring, Malfoy smirk plastered on his face.

Draco Malfoy shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Why is she looking back at me? he thought to himself. I'm the only one supposed to be staring. Stare back, she might just look away. No, no. Keep smirking. Smirk good. Smile bad. he fought with himself and tried to keep cool. Why does she do this to me?! for Draco, Virginia was the only one who managed to pierce right through his cool exterior and disarm him.

What does he want now? Virginia though irritably to herself. Shit. He's going to tease me about last night. F***! F***! F***! when she was finished running a line of curses, she looked at Malfoy again, who made a gesture for her to go to him.

If she's not coming over, I'm going there. Draco thought to himself, decidedly. To his surprise, she got up, and walked over. Wait! What am I going to say?!

Her hands were clammy, and her heart was racing. He better not see that I'm nervous or I am so dead. she thought, as she stopped in front of the seat directly opposite his. She crossed her arms and put on a cool expression to hide her nervousness.

"Talk to me, Weasley." he said calmly, as he patted the seat beside him.

"Is that the best you've got, Malfoy?" she spat back. "I was expecting a better pick up line."

"Who said it was a pick up line?" he answered back, slightly irked. "I only wanted to finish what we started last night."

"Tell me, what did we start? I don't remember anything." She said innocently. She was annoyed that he actually thought they were having a conversation.

Dammit! Stupid big fat mouth! he scolded himself. He was irritated by the fact that she could get on his nerves at any time.

"I'm waiting. . . " she said, in a singsong voice, and raised an eyebrow at him.

That's it. he thought, and stood up, towering over Virginia. She didn't flinch, or move a muscle. He leaned over, grabbed her by the shoulders and heaved her over the table and sat her on the seat next to his.

Virginia gave out a cry of surprise. She started to get up from the seat, but Draco just pulled her down by the arm again.

"WHAT?" she screamed at him. What the hell? He's freakishly strong!

"As I said, talk to me." He replied coolly.

She just crossed her arms again, cocked her head to one side and raised an eyebrow.

Draco's blood boiled. He hated the disrespect she showed him. In a flash, he pushed off the plates from the table and pinned her down on it.

Virginia's head hit the table hard. She bit her tongue to keep any cries from coming out. Ouch! For a few moments, she thought only of the pain in her head and her back. Then she suddenly remembered her position on the table, and who was pinning her down. She looked up at the inscrutable face of Draco Malfoy. She tried to hide her fear with a haughty expression, but to no avail. Draco Malfoy was already experienced in sensing fear from others.

"Nice hickey you've got there, Weasley." he said, looking at her neck, as he chuckled softly to himself.

Sadistic bastard! she thought to herself. She was in a very uncomfortable position. She was on her back, on the table and her lower legs dangled from the side. Draco pinned her down using his hands and body weight. His hands were on either of her hands, applying a lot of pressure so she had no use for them. The only thing she could do was stare up at him.

Draco pushed her hair away from her face and neck to inspect the hickey a little closer. She wondered at what he was going to do next. A few explicit pictures flashed through her mind. Oh, gods! Mental images! she thought, and tried as much as she could to squelch them. She felt Draco's fingers on the hickey, which made her shiver.

Draco seemed amused, and had a half smile played on his lips. "Liked that, weasel?"

I'm in deep shit now. she thought to herself and mentally kicked herself in the ass. "You wish!" she retorted, and told herself not to react to anything he does.

He was unfazed by it, but the next thing he said unnerved her. "Really now? Let's see then what else you don't like." He said as he looked at her with a devilish glint in his eye.

End of chapter.

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Ok. The story at least has some more. . . interesting happenings, to say the least. Time is now 7:28 am.(January 25, 2003). An approximate of 8 and ½ days. I am so slow in writing chapters! Why? Why? Well, that of course includes 6 non working days, makes it two and a half days, minus the hours I did not write anything. Hmm. . . . 3 hours? But anyways, please r/r! thanks!!!

Kat