A/n: Yes, Chocolate Muse is back. I have some idea where this is going, and I am kinda-sorta positive about how important Draco is going to be to the semblance to a plot I have. Still writing this at all hours of the night while listening to rock-music. I wonder if this is a phase?(JS note: Heh, now we are saying song quotes? Ala Incubus "Just a Phase"?) Also note that there will be a tiny bit of Harry bashing in this story. Aw, whom am I kidding? What else can happen when you mix Tom and Draco in the same story? Besides, I am an all around fan of it *cheesy grin* and the thought that his Karma concerning Virginia finally caught up with him makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. I would also like to once again thank my wonderful beta-reader: Jade Stellar, who is totally awesome.
FYI~ For those of you who read this at Fictionalley.net, the purple button is for people who read this at Fanfiction.net. And "Poof" is I think is British (that I heard somewhere) for a gay man or fag.
Disclaimer: You really think I own these characters, and the setting? I'm touched that you put me on Her Majesty's level.
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Virginia Weasley wasn't in a good mood. No, not at in the least. It wasn't that she had been woken up at six in the morning by Tom. She was used to that, but the fact that Granger, ((a/n: *is too lazy to type "Hermione" and thinks that this adds to the fact that Virginia can't stand her*)) had automatically assumed that just because she was awake, Virginia would actually want to go watch the Quidditch practice, upset her a bit.
Not that you did anything to change that particular point of view. Tom as lazily as someone who doesn't have a body and therefore doesn't sleep, can manage.
I suppose you're right. Wow, that's a first. However, what else could I say? I have to keep up the facade of an "innocent little girl with no backbone" remember?
Oh yeah...forgot about that. Wait! Why do you do that in the first place? Ah, so Tom was interested now huh? Well, unfortunately for Virginia, she had no choice but to answer him.
If I truly showed my regular self, you know, the one with the backbone, people would go into shock. Can you imagine it Tom? Little Ginny Weasley, the one who had a crush on Harry Potter for most of her life, has a backbone? She, *gasp* has magical ability? Her grades match Percy's without her being pompous about it? Her family doesn't even realize this? I'm amazed... So Tom, I have an image to keep up. If I didn't the Wizarding world as we know it would go into shock! And we can't have that now can we?
I don't see why not...Tom was interrupted by Granger, " Ginny? Ginny? Are you all right?" She asked, shaking Virginia slightly. Virginia blinked at her a few times, "Oh, what is it Hermione?" She asked, looking at her sleepily. "I was asking you where you want to sit? Top of the stands or the bottom of the stands?" Granger answered indicating the areas with her hands. Virginia ran her long fingers through her fiery hair, "I don't care, let's just...sit." And so it came that they sat in the middle so that they may watch the players and is somewhat more protected from the elements.
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There she is. I can't believe she came to watch us practice in this weather. Harry Potter thought as he mounted his broom. I suppose some of you are wondering whom he was speaking of. Can you guess? If you read the author's note at the beginning of the bloody story you can. For those of you who did NOT read my author's note, I shall tell you. HE WAS TALKING ABOUT VIRGINIA! Now, normally, Harry did not think of Ginny this way. Actually, he didn't think of her at all. However, within the last few months, he had begun to realize something. Ginny Weasley ((a/n: THIS IS IMPORTANT! Okay, since this is following Harry's third person POV, all people named, will be how he thinks of them. That is how I write, so deal with it.)) Was beautiful, and it was nothing like the exotic beauty Cho Chang had. No, Ginny had a kind of Elvin beauty with her long fiery red tresses, ((a/n: I love that word...)) big dark blue eyes, and clear, fair skin with a slight dusting of freckles across her nose.
Yes, Harry had fallen and he had fallen hard. What amazed him though, is that it had taken him this long to notice. What amazed him even more is that other boys didn't notice her. Or if they did, they didn't do anything about it. Since Harry was an oblivious idiot (as promised in the summary), he didn't worry about Ron, who was just a bit over-protective of his younger sister, even though the only time he ever went out of his way to speak to her in the past six years was to tell her to "go away", ask her for something, or ward off any prospective courters ((a/n: I love that term, so much classier than "dates")). He even went as far as to hex Neville the day after the Yule Ball in fourth year, for taking Ginny to it ((a/n: yes, yes I know that is a teensy bit out of canon, but I claim authors' license.)) However, as previously pointed out, Harry was an idiot, and these obstacles, along with the fact that Ginny couldn't stand him, completely eluded him.
As Harry flew around, he watched as she sat down next to Hermione, and put her head in her hands. She looks tired; he thought absently, I wonder if she still has that headache from yesterday. Perhaps I could go with her to the Hospital Wing later... At this point he had to devote his entire time to training. If he had continued to watch the red-haired beauty, he would have noticed that she had snuck away, and in fact did NOT want to watch him practice. However, he did not notice this, so it doesn't really matter anyway.
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Virginia looked at Hermione, who was so enthralled with watching Ron fly around, that she didn't notice Virginia (who in turn wasn't aware that Potter was watching her from above) staring at her. Now was the time to sneak off. She slowly started walking away, not making a sound. When she got to the edge of the stands, she started to walk down. Virginia was almost home free. Just a little bit further...there! She was now off the Pitch. Now to go to her tree. Her tree was a willow ((a/n: Just because I like willows)). A very old one at that. It was close to the Womping Willow, looked a lot like it too. It looked out over most of the grounds, so she could see most of the people who were outside. At that particular moment, there weren't that many people. Or at least no one interesting.
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Draco had decided, upon coming outside, to take a walk around the completely frozen over lake. It was lovely in the winter, as it still had a few plants around its edges, and was semi-covered in snow. He would, when the fancy grabbed him by the arms and forced him to, skate. However, that was not his goal for today. Today, he would merely stroll along the icy lake.
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Across the lake, a very cold Virginia Weasley watched an unbeknowning(a/n: But knowing to us, because we are the authors of this fic. Tom: Why are you speaking in plurals? CM: Shut up Tom) Draco Malfoy. She had no idea why she was doing this (a/n: Neither do I join the club), but she was.
He's a poof. She heard suddenly. "What?" She asked out loud since she was alone, and therefore, no one could accuse her of insanity. Virginia got enough of that from Tom.
Malfoy, he's gay. She blinked a few times. "No, I don't think so;" she answered, narrowing her eyes at the Malfoy in question. (A/n: I HAVE wondered about Lucius on occasion. Tom: No you haven't. CM: *grr...*) "But he could be bi," she said, leaning back to see him better, who as of yet, was unaware that a certain red-headed girl was discussing his sexual orientation with the Spirit of Voldie's Past.
Nah, he's a complete and total poof. Look at his hair. "I'll have you know, that I happen to think he's attractive," Virginia answered indignantly (a/n: *stares at Tom Felton picture unblinkingly* Tom Riddle: You make me sick. CM: Nobody asked you). To answer that the words, well, there's no accounting for taste... could be distinctly heard.
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Of course, to follow the pattern, unbeknowingst to Virginia (a/n: But beknowigst to me, because I am the Chocolate Muse, and I know everything...Tom: *cough* CM: Would you like some cough medicine for that "cold" of yours? Tom: *starts whistling*) Draco had finished his walk around the lake and had come across a certain redheaded Gryffendor, yelling at a tree. All that he caught of the one-sided conversation was "...I happen to think he's attractive." A pause, "NO! I really don't think so. I'm putting into consideration that he's bi." Now Draco's curiosity poked at him screaming 'WHO!?' so he moved slightly closer to hear her better. "I truly don't believe that Draco Malfoy is gay."
Upon hearing this, all he could think was Huh? What!? Me, Hogwarts's most popular, hottest bachelor... the Ice Prince of Slytherin... GAY! Draco came even closer, eyeing the Weasley girl (she had to be, with THAT hair). So close, that in fact, he could touch her, while she continued to gesture wildly to her companion. Namely, the Tree. "Oh, so now you're commenting on his name. I don't think there's anything wrong with it, actually, if you think about it, 'Draco' is a very wizardish name.... No, I wouldn't name my son that, but it's a nice middle name." The subject of this discussion started to speak at this point, but was once again interrupted. "Why should I care what his middle name is? Okay, just to make you feel better, it is probably something like Lucifer, or somewhere along those lines." Draco blinked Lucifer? How unoriginal does she think my parents are? "Actually Weasley, my middle name is.... Thomas." (A/n: Bet Chu weren't expecting that one eh? Tom: Thomas? Thomas? Okay, who are you are, and what did you do with Chocolate Muse? CM: ...)
Weasley turned around, startled. She blinked a few times, as if wondering what he was doing there, and if she should leave. Then, her composer decided to come back early from lunch, which was accompanied by a smirk. Actually, she smirked a very Slytherin-like smirk. "Thomas?" She snorted, "so I was right. They did name you after the Total Embodiment of Evil. Although, " she paused to walk over to him, and look him in the eye was well as her humble five-two would allow her; "it was more subtle than flat-out naming you Voldemort."
Normally, it took quite a bit to shock Draco, who was one of those people who rather liked to think that he had 'seen it all', but this little Weasley (Jenny or something of the sort) had taken him completely by surprise. First, and rather foremost, she had said "Voldemort" without so much as blinking an eye. Then, the fact that she knew that Voldemort's real name was Tom, or Thomas. Most people who found out what his middle name was just asked what his parents had been smoking and if they could have some.
The petite redhead had correctly interpreted his silence as shock and resumed again. "Surprised? Don't be (a/n: In this one, everyone knows about the CoS ordeal). Tom love...d to talk about himself." She said this casually and leaned against the aforementioned tree to study him. "However, I am a tad surprised. One would think that your parents would have used Marvolo instead. It's more wizard sounding, and only Dumbledore, Pot.... Harry and I know it was his middle name. Besides Voldemort himself that is," added this last part quickly to make up for the mistake had made, and failed to cover-up. Draco smiled (but it was still a Slytherin smile), "No, don't hide it. You were going to call him Potter." That caught her slightly off-guard, as she had been hoping that he wouldn't notice. "No I wasn't," the little imp lied. He continued to smile. "Oh, I think you were Little Weasle." Calling her this obviously was a mistake. Not that Draco noticed this in all of his tactless glory. A sudden fire that matched her hair went into her sapphire eyes, and with this fire, came a very evil smile. "I'll make a deal with you," uh oh. Deals were bad, especially with petite, fiery, redheaded Weasleys. However, as I have mentioned before, Draco wasn't nearly as bright as he normally was, from lack of sleep, and so, he answered, " Alright. But first you tell me on what grounds first." "I thought you would say that. You don't call me 'Weasle', and I don't call you 'Mal-Ferret' in reference to our wonderful professor Moody, and his highly intelligent idea to turn you into a ferret. I don't give a damn if you call my brother that, but I have a particular problem with it, and I don't need my brother's over-large fists to bloody you up," she said to him with an air of superior intellect. Draco thought for a moment. All in all, it wasn't that bad of a deal seeing as he profited from it also. It didn't take him long to answer, " Okay Red, I comply to your demands," with a completely straight face.
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End Author's Note: Wow, long chapter. I'm sorry for Virginia's stupid excuse for why she pretended to have no backbone, but I am having a slight writer's block at the moment. Now you must be asking, " then how can she write that amazing part between Draco and Ginny"? Well, I wrote that part on notebook paper about 3 weeks ago. Now please tell me what you thought of my little fic and review. It boosts my ego.
Next Chapter: See Virginia's reaction to being called 'Red', and she and Draco have a discussion over Ron's idiocy.
To all of my reviewers:
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Jade Stellar: You may not want to know, but I am telling you anyway. The term "Gryffendork" was thought up in a rp last summer with a few friends of mine. The term has come up several times along with Drunk! andTattooed!Snape, hobbit weed, and breaking into the Gryffendor Common Room. Of course, what else do you expect from 2 Slytherins and a Ravenclaw? I can't really remember whom came up with it, but it stuck, and sense I writing a semi- Slytherin-centric fic, I HAD to bring it in.
Chibi Voldy: I'm glad you liked it*does happy dance*. Yes of course I'm going to write more, but I warn you now. I have no idea about where this is going.
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I'm pretty sure that I got more reviews, but I think that I accidently deleted them *cries*. I do however, remember who they are from (at least two)
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