A/n: I just finished reading all of my reviews to get myself pumped to start writing again. I am very sorry about my procrastination and laziness. *grin* Aren't you all so glad? I've now fallen in love with Morpheus, and am praying that this won't completely kill my computer like Kazaa did *cries*. I would like to thank my betas, Taisha and Jade Stellar. Thank you. Go read their stories. It seems that I am continuing the phase of writing at all hours of the morning, as my 8 minutes behind clock says 2:08. YAY! BTW: One of my reviewers informed me that Ginny does in fact have "bright brown eyes" which I double checked in CoS. However, for my own purposes, she has blue eyes. This chapter has mucho Dream Team bashing, because I was feeling particular vindictive when I wrote this part. Of course the fact that this is a Slytherin-centric fic has nothing to do with it...
Disclaimer: *voice drips with sarcasm and false English accent* Yes, I am J.K Rowling pretending to be a fan fiction author to try and get some of my ideas across to the public. *rolls eyes* What does it take to get it through your thick skulls people? I. DO. NOT. OWN. ANYTHING! (Except a *really* cool gray trench coat)
And now...
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Chapter Four: Red.
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Red? Red? Virginia demanded of Tom.
Well, you can't say he's the most original bloke can you? Of course, I'm still getting over the shock of him being named after me. Tom replied distractedly, as if to prove a point.
Virginia glared at Malfoy, but stopped when she got an idea. A wonderful idea, but an awful one all the sameā¦
Hmmm... Tom, do you think that it would piss Ron off if Malfoy called me Red? She asked him, with a slight smirk.
Definitely. Why, what are you thinking? It was no surprise that Tom was interested. He loved the sibling spats between Ron and Virginia.
Virginia sighed.
"Alright Mal... Draco. It's a deal. You don't call me Weasel, and I don't call you Mal-Ferret, and," she took a deep breath. "I don't mind you calling me Red."
Virginia stuck her hand out to seal the deal. Just as they were pulling back their hands, Draco and Virginia heard a call in the distance: "GINNY!"
"Oh wonderful. Now Ron is going to run over here and say, ' Malfoy! What are you doing with my widdle baby-sister who can't take care of herself,' or something to that effect.
I will answer, 'I was speaking to Draco.' Of course, this will be ignored.
After this part, Granger and Potter will come running and stop when they get to me. Potter will ask in his super-hero voice, 'Did he do anything to you Ginny?' using that immature nickname of mine.
To which I will answer, 'I was just having a civil and intelligent conversation with Draco. Which is certainly more than I can expect to get from you.'
Then I will turn to see Draco and Ron in an argument over some stupid male thing or another.
Meanwhile, Potter and Granger will be shocked that little 'backbone-less Ginny' spoke back to them."
Virginia said all of this very bitterly, showing that this was a recurring conversation.
Are you really going to say all that Virginia? Tom asked, trying not to show his interest.
Yes, Tom I am. It's about time too.
However, this inner-dialogue was interrupted by (you guessed it!) Ron.
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Weasley ran up to Draco and Virginia. He was slightly out of breath, and smelled terribly from Quidditch. If that wasn't enough, he somehow managed to glare at two people at once. Although Draco couldn't think of anything that Virginia could have done to make Weasley mad at her, he didn't even have to think about what he did. He breathed in deeply and faced Virginia's angry brother.
"Malfoy! You better not have done anything to my sister!"
By now, all of the weak glaring power was directed at Draco.
"I have done nothing to your sister, Weasel. Red and I were merely having a conversation." he nodded to her for confirmation.
"It's true Ron. Besides, even if Draco was bothering me, I can take care of myself."
Of course Weasley was too preoccupied by Draco's nickname for Virginia to notice what she was saying to him.
"How dare you call my sister that, Malferret? Like you know her well enough to give her a nickname."
The sister in question just leaned against the Tree, sending her idiotic brother unnoticed glares.
"For your information Weasel, its also a reference to an obvious fiery temper, wit, and the cunning it takes to make a wise deal with a Malfoy. Personally, I'm surprised she isn't in Slytherin."
Virginia's eyes widened a little, and Draco saw a faint blush creep up her face, letting Draco know that she accepted this as a compliment. The other Weasley, however, did not. He opened his rather large mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Granger.
"Ron! What is going on here? I thought you promised not to get into any more fights!" she exclaimed, pointedly ignoring Draco and Virginia. Potter, however, was annoyingly aware of the lovely red-haired girl.
True to character, he asked, "Are you alright Ginny? Did Malfoy do anything to you?"
Draco, by this point, was getting a bit tired of being pointedly ignored.
"Yes Potter, I mentally abused the girl, then madly ravished her," he said, this with the trademark smirk plastered on his face.
Potter's eyes widened slightly, and he opened his mouth to make a retort, but was interrupted by Virginia, who stepped between Draco and the trio, with a roll of her eyes, and a sigh.
"Actually Potter," he looked heart-broken, "Draco has done something."
Harry perked up a bit at that, but the next comment ruined any chance of killing his archenemy.
"He has spoken to me like an equal, not a little girl in need of protecting. I rather like being called Red- its better than being called Ginny. Hell, anything is better than being called 'Ginny' your entire life. Now, if you could please excuse us, Draco and I were having a rather interesting conversation."
"Oh, and Ronald? Unless you want Mom to know that you spend more time chewing on Granger's mouth than on your homework, I wouldn't send her any owls," then, having the last word, Virginia took Draco's arm, and they started back towards the castle, leaving three very shocked people in their wake.
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HA! Finally, I got off my ass and typed up this chapter. I would just like to thank the people who have been shoving me to get this done, namely, my reviewers. Once again, I profusely apologize for my procrastination, and hope to have this up as soon as possible. However, I would like it to be known that I have some *very* bad writer's block. I would also like to thank my great, wonderful beta (again) Taisha! I have two, but unfortunately, my computer won't read the information when Jade Stellar sends me my fic back, but I would thank her for taking the time to read it, even if I couldn't find out what she changed *cries*.
