Walking down to the Great Hall was never easy. She could always feel the
probing eyes of her fellow housemates smooth over her body with a scrutiny
that was almost artful as she entered. At instances such as this, the
redhead would even be tempted to stake the bet that she was nearly as
popular as Harry himself was in this school.
Huh. It did serve to spark the imagination at least.
Sometimes Virginia's ears would capture the last fragments of gossip as she would brush past an anonymous Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw. Whether it was a question of her sanity, sexuality, or bathing habits, the youngest Weasely would usually find herself inwardly amused at the social slander raining down upon her head. The Slytherins weren't the only heralds of idle talk in Hogwarts. The entire student body worked as an undertow, oblivious to it's own pecking order.
"Virginia what are you doing? Come sit by me," this from none other than Colin Creevy.
Her nostrils flared in distaste, as though she had unwittingly stepped in a pile of Harpy dung and had just become aware of it.
It wasn't that the Creevy boy was totally hopeless. Virginia had humored him and had gone on a Hogsmeade outing he had asked her to in fourth year. She'd had nothing better to do, so why not? Though he was mildly interesting and had a genuinely likeable nature, she now actually just thought of him as a lab experiment that had gone wrong, a pestilence that had formed by being mixed with too many 'nice' ingredients in her cauldron. It was the decent qualities that had grated on her nerves. He wasn't human enough. Not any darkness there.
So where was the magnetism?
Raising an eyebrow in plain disregard to the invite, she gathered her robes in hand and sauntered over next to Celia Burkham, a seventh year Ravenclaw prefect whom she had found herself lusting over a few months ago.
Celia was beautiful. She would never be the kind haughty enough to have a superiority complex about her voluptuous good looks, but she prided herself on being able to use them to her advantage nonetheless. After all, when one is bestowed with a natural asset, why not put it into play?
She was a hedonist by birth, and enjoyed all and anything that spoke of the aesthetic or visually pleasing. She also took meticulous care in the pursuit of physical pleasure. This love of beauty and the human form enabled her to be easily considered an artist, though grant it, she couldn't coordinate a paintbrush if her life depended on it. The heiress to the Burkham fortune understood that which was lovely and sensual, carrying this simple comprehension at the forefront of her persona. No man or woman had thus far been able to be in her proximity without commenting on her attractiveness. Ah, sometimes she couldn't tell which she salivated after more. Was it the girl's mind, which was drowned in an over abundance of aphrodisial properties, or her body?
"Weasely, to what do I owe this pleasure? Why aren't you sitting with your beloved Gryffindors today?" Burkham crooked a smile at this, pale eyes defrosting somewhat.
Virginia sighed resignedly, shrugging in adherence to the quandary. "I just wasn't in the mood to watch my darling brother kissing the hem of Hermione's robes in apology. Men can be so stupid at times. How do you cope with them when they're like that Celia?"
The seventh year's pink tongue darted out coyly, velvet tresses bobbing in delight as she threw her head back in amusement.
"Ah, but you already know how I deal with it Virginia." There was a sultriness added to the inflection of her name hat never ceased to make the base of her spine tingle with arousal. Yes, she knew all too well how Celia 'dealt' with the burden of men and their fickle ways. She had spent many a night with her in the library finding out.
"Tell me, what can I do? It isn't easy to say 'no' someone as persuasive as you. Resistance is futile with the prospect of fucking one of the most desirable of my fellow students atop the Herbology and DADA texts staring me right in the face. I'm you're your other 'pets' will agree with this as well."
The girl shook her head in amazement at the youngest Weasely's boldness. Sometimes, Virginia was so blunt, it could shock even to most vulgar of sea- faring men.
But hell, that was what she was fascinated with about the girl. Subtle passion mixed with the flavor of neutrality. Virginia had a ruthless guile, so substantial it was near tangible. She took what she wanted, needed, and harbored no regrets for her actions.
That's why she was always happy to lend a 'quick fix' when Virginia was having 'emotional troubles.'
Her 'selflessness,' if you wished to call it that, was never in vain either. The redhead was one lover she would think of with fond memories on dark, lonely nights when she was married and tied down to the first wealthy suitor her father found.
Celia Burkham leaned over the bench, wiping nonexistent dust off of the redhead's House badge as she mumbled for her friend to have a seat.
Virginia grinned, expertly sliding into the space provided.
"Don't look now, but Creevy's giving you The Eye. He is such a sweet little thing. Why ever did you not 'test the waters' out?
An audible groan of frustration was heard to her right. "Let's not even go into the issue of Reasons Why I Won't Date Collin Creevy. Please just accept it as he isn't my type."
Celia nodded, absently picking up her cutlery and stabbing a piece of Beef Wellington. "That's fine. I'm only complaining because I have a fetish for defiling innocent virgin blood. Would you let me have a go at him then?"
The other girl snorted, giving a charitable wave of her hand in the blonde boy's direction.
"Do whatever you want. Merlin knows the boy could use some experience. Just be sure not to tell me what I'm missing out on."
The Burkham Heiress smirked, lips full and rosy. "I wouldn't dream of it."
Finishing the meal in comfortable silence, Virginia got up from her seat and made a quick trek over to where the Magnificent Trio resided after scheduling a 'study session' for tomorrow night with the luscious prefect in the Restricted Section.
"Hallo Gin. Why'd you go over to the 'ol Raven's table first?" Seamus Finnegan teased, a knowing expression in his eyes.
She sent a vexing glance over his way. "To get a good lay Seam. I'm sure you've heard how deprived I am."
If Ron had been partaking in the conversation, he would have choked on his pumpkin juice, however as it was, Harry and Dean made gratifying substitutes.
A bright flush broke out over the two boys faces, though Virginia and the Irishman continued on, the dialogue might as well have been about the weather with how little sentiment they brought forth into it.
"You know I'd be happy to help a damsel in distress anytime. All you need to do is ask," the sandy haired student gave a lascivious wink.
"I'll be sure to take note of your chivalry Finnegan, if ever I'm that desperate," Virginia drawled, voice laced with good-natured sarcasm.
The redhead rolled here eyes skyward and was startled as she turned to find a flustered Hermione receiving kiss after slobbering kiss upon her shoes by a nauseatingly apologetic beau.
"Please forgive me 'Mione! I really didn't mean to upset you! I'll never be a stupid prat like that again!" He blubbered, near hysterical with self- recrimination.
His devotee was practically screeching at him, hair standing on end. "Damnation Ronald Weasely! I'm telling you now for the last time: You Are For-give-en! What more do you want me to say?!"
Still, the freckle-faced boy looked unconvinced. "You don't look like you've accepted it. Normally you'll let me kiss you after we have a fight."
The brown-haired Prefect scrunched her nose up at his plea, holding a finger to her temple in annoyance.
"You can be such an idiot at times Ron. In case you haven't noticed, I've just devoured four rolls of garlic bread. I'm saving you from something you'll regret."
The elder Weasely boy harrumphed, hurt by her insensitivity to his emotional state. "I don't care Herms! Just kiss me and I'll be out of your hair, I promise. Don't make me wheedle you."
"Oh for the love of-can you be anymore of a child?"
"Wheedle, wheedle, wheedle! Are you listening? I'm wheeeeeeedling you!"
"Goddamnit! No more! Knock it off!"
"Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeedle! Do you hear that? It's the sound of me wheeeeeedling you!"
Harry shied away from his best friend's antics, knowing as a general who's faced many a battle of the same ilk knows that the war was past his saving. He preferred instead to gaze over at his object of intrigue sitting near the head of the Slytherin table with Snape.
However the younger Weasely had yet to put her two-cents in. "If he's so 'fuckin adamant about it Hermione, just kiss him already! I don't know about you, but the rest of us are not up for a night of Ron pestering us to sleep."
Granger sighed, slipping her hands on either side of her lover's face and giving him the smooch he had sought for. But she wasn't prepared for his enthusiasm, expecially when he snaked her out of her seat and onto his lap, tongue ravaging the insides of her mouth.
"Alright, I've seen enough tonsil-hockey here. What's more is-that's disgusting Ron, it looks like your trying to suck her lungs out through your lips." Dean stared in morbid fascination at the spectacle before him.
"Whoo-hoo, Ronnie boy! I give that one a ten-pointer!" Seamus howled in perverse glee.
Thoroughly ruffled and exasperated, Hermione shoved her fiance away, panting like she had just ran a marathon. Ron wasn't doing much better, his chest heaving with exertion, though there was a growing appearance of disgust on his face.
"Oh, that was revolting! I don't think I'll ever get that taste out of my mouth again, no matter how many times I brush!"
The muggle-born prefect looked to her future sister-in-law, hoping to find a suggestion upon how she should handled her sloth of a sibling.
Except that Virginia had already left their company, presumably having grown beyond a little irritated with the whole situation.
Being left with her own logical solution to the problem (because if there was one thing that she always prided herself on, it was her down to earth, civilized nature) it was with the fire of the Seven Hells that Hermione Jaqueline Granger whipped out her hand and visciously cuffed her brainless love on the side of his head, earning a squeak of submission, and an extra twinkle added to Albus Dumbledore's eye as the satisfying sound of fleshing punishing flesh resonated throughout the Great Hall.
Huh. It did serve to spark the imagination at least.
Sometimes Virginia's ears would capture the last fragments of gossip as she would brush past an anonymous Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw. Whether it was a question of her sanity, sexuality, or bathing habits, the youngest Weasely would usually find herself inwardly amused at the social slander raining down upon her head. The Slytherins weren't the only heralds of idle talk in Hogwarts. The entire student body worked as an undertow, oblivious to it's own pecking order.
"Virginia what are you doing? Come sit by me," this from none other than Colin Creevy.
Her nostrils flared in distaste, as though she had unwittingly stepped in a pile of Harpy dung and had just become aware of it.
It wasn't that the Creevy boy was totally hopeless. Virginia had humored him and had gone on a Hogsmeade outing he had asked her to in fourth year. She'd had nothing better to do, so why not? Though he was mildly interesting and had a genuinely likeable nature, she now actually just thought of him as a lab experiment that had gone wrong, a pestilence that had formed by being mixed with too many 'nice' ingredients in her cauldron. It was the decent qualities that had grated on her nerves. He wasn't human enough. Not any darkness there.
So where was the magnetism?
Raising an eyebrow in plain disregard to the invite, she gathered her robes in hand and sauntered over next to Celia Burkham, a seventh year Ravenclaw prefect whom she had found herself lusting over a few months ago.
Celia was beautiful. She would never be the kind haughty enough to have a superiority complex about her voluptuous good looks, but she prided herself on being able to use them to her advantage nonetheless. After all, when one is bestowed with a natural asset, why not put it into play?
She was a hedonist by birth, and enjoyed all and anything that spoke of the aesthetic or visually pleasing. She also took meticulous care in the pursuit of physical pleasure. This love of beauty and the human form enabled her to be easily considered an artist, though grant it, she couldn't coordinate a paintbrush if her life depended on it. The heiress to the Burkham fortune understood that which was lovely and sensual, carrying this simple comprehension at the forefront of her persona. No man or woman had thus far been able to be in her proximity without commenting on her attractiveness. Ah, sometimes she couldn't tell which she salivated after more. Was it the girl's mind, which was drowned in an over abundance of aphrodisial properties, or her body?
"Weasely, to what do I owe this pleasure? Why aren't you sitting with your beloved Gryffindors today?" Burkham crooked a smile at this, pale eyes defrosting somewhat.
Virginia sighed resignedly, shrugging in adherence to the quandary. "I just wasn't in the mood to watch my darling brother kissing the hem of Hermione's robes in apology. Men can be so stupid at times. How do you cope with them when they're like that Celia?"
The seventh year's pink tongue darted out coyly, velvet tresses bobbing in delight as she threw her head back in amusement.
"Ah, but you already know how I deal with it Virginia." There was a sultriness added to the inflection of her name hat never ceased to make the base of her spine tingle with arousal. Yes, she knew all too well how Celia 'dealt' with the burden of men and their fickle ways. She had spent many a night with her in the library finding out.
"Tell me, what can I do? It isn't easy to say 'no' someone as persuasive as you. Resistance is futile with the prospect of fucking one of the most desirable of my fellow students atop the Herbology and DADA texts staring me right in the face. I'm you're your other 'pets' will agree with this as well."
The girl shook her head in amazement at the youngest Weasely's boldness. Sometimes, Virginia was so blunt, it could shock even to most vulgar of sea- faring men.
But hell, that was what she was fascinated with about the girl. Subtle passion mixed with the flavor of neutrality. Virginia had a ruthless guile, so substantial it was near tangible. She took what she wanted, needed, and harbored no regrets for her actions.
That's why she was always happy to lend a 'quick fix' when Virginia was having 'emotional troubles.'
Her 'selflessness,' if you wished to call it that, was never in vain either. The redhead was one lover she would think of with fond memories on dark, lonely nights when she was married and tied down to the first wealthy suitor her father found.
Celia Burkham leaned over the bench, wiping nonexistent dust off of the redhead's House badge as she mumbled for her friend to have a seat.
Virginia grinned, expertly sliding into the space provided.
"Don't look now, but Creevy's giving you The Eye. He is such a sweet little thing. Why ever did you not 'test the waters' out?
An audible groan of frustration was heard to her right. "Let's not even go into the issue of Reasons Why I Won't Date Collin Creevy. Please just accept it as he isn't my type."
Celia nodded, absently picking up her cutlery and stabbing a piece of Beef Wellington. "That's fine. I'm only complaining because I have a fetish for defiling innocent virgin blood. Would you let me have a go at him then?"
The other girl snorted, giving a charitable wave of her hand in the blonde boy's direction.
"Do whatever you want. Merlin knows the boy could use some experience. Just be sure not to tell me what I'm missing out on."
The Burkham Heiress smirked, lips full and rosy. "I wouldn't dream of it."
Finishing the meal in comfortable silence, Virginia got up from her seat and made a quick trek over to where the Magnificent Trio resided after scheduling a 'study session' for tomorrow night with the luscious prefect in the Restricted Section.
"Hallo Gin. Why'd you go over to the 'ol Raven's table first?" Seamus Finnegan teased, a knowing expression in his eyes.
She sent a vexing glance over his way. "To get a good lay Seam. I'm sure you've heard how deprived I am."
If Ron had been partaking in the conversation, he would have choked on his pumpkin juice, however as it was, Harry and Dean made gratifying substitutes.
A bright flush broke out over the two boys faces, though Virginia and the Irishman continued on, the dialogue might as well have been about the weather with how little sentiment they brought forth into it.
"You know I'd be happy to help a damsel in distress anytime. All you need to do is ask," the sandy haired student gave a lascivious wink.
"I'll be sure to take note of your chivalry Finnegan, if ever I'm that desperate," Virginia drawled, voice laced with good-natured sarcasm.
The redhead rolled here eyes skyward and was startled as she turned to find a flustered Hermione receiving kiss after slobbering kiss upon her shoes by a nauseatingly apologetic beau.
"Please forgive me 'Mione! I really didn't mean to upset you! I'll never be a stupid prat like that again!" He blubbered, near hysterical with self- recrimination.
His devotee was practically screeching at him, hair standing on end. "Damnation Ronald Weasely! I'm telling you now for the last time: You Are For-give-en! What more do you want me to say?!"
Still, the freckle-faced boy looked unconvinced. "You don't look like you've accepted it. Normally you'll let me kiss you after we have a fight."
The brown-haired Prefect scrunched her nose up at his plea, holding a finger to her temple in annoyance.
"You can be such an idiot at times Ron. In case you haven't noticed, I've just devoured four rolls of garlic bread. I'm saving you from something you'll regret."
The elder Weasely boy harrumphed, hurt by her insensitivity to his emotional state. "I don't care Herms! Just kiss me and I'll be out of your hair, I promise. Don't make me wheedle you."
"Oh for the love of-can you be anymore of a child?"
"Wheedle, wheedle, wheedle! Are you listening? I'm wheeeeeeedling you!"
"Goddamnit! No more! Knock it off!"
"Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeedle! Do you hear that? It's the sound of me wheeeeeedling you!"
Harry shied away from his best friend's antics, knowing as a general who's faced many a battle of the same ilk knows that the war was past his saving. He preferred instead to gaze over at his object of intrigue sitting near the head of the Slytherin table with Snape.
However the younger Weasely had yet to put her two-cents in. "If he's so 'fuckin adamant about it Hermione, just kiss him already! I don't know about you, but the rest of us are not up for a night of Ron pestering us to sleep."
Granger sighed, slipping her hands on either side of her lover's face and giving him the smooch he had sought for. But she wasn't prepared for his enthusiasm, expecially when he snaked her out of her seat and onto his lap, tongue ravaging the insides of her mouth.
"Alright, I've seen enough tonsil-hockey here. What's more is-that's disgusting Ron, it looks like your trying to suck her lungs out through your lips." Dean stared in morbid fascination at the spectacle before him.
"Whoo-hoo, Ronnie boy! I give that one a ten-pointer!" Seamus howled in perverse glee.
Thoroughly ruffled and exasperated, Hermione shoved her fiance away, panting like she had just ran a marathon. Ron wasn't doing much better, his chest heaving with exertion, though there was a growing appearance of disgust on his face.
"Oh, that was revolting! I don't think I'll ever get that taste out of my mouth again, no matter how many times I brush!"
The muggle-born prefect looked to her future sister-in-law, hoping to find a suggestion upon how she should handled her sloth of a sibling.
Except that Virginia had already left their company, presumably having grown beyond a little irritated with the whole situation.
Being left with her own logical solution to the problem (because if there was one thing that she always prided herself on, it was her down to earth, civilized nature) it was with the fire of the Seven Hells that Hermione Jaqueline Granger whipped out her hand and visciously cuffed her brainless love on the side of his head, earning a squeak of submission, and an extra twinkle added to Albus Dumbledore's eye as the satisfying sound of fleshing punishing flesh resonated throughout the Great Hall.