Virginia Weasley and the Riddle of Love Disclaimer: I own no characters in this story apart from Sarah and Elizabeth Cruz. Summary: Virginia Weasley is back in the arms of her one true love, Tom Riddle. Where will their love take them? A/N: Please. Enjoy this. Remember, the beginning partly reflects "My Heart is a Riddle" by Worms/Bane. Rating - R

~* Chapter 2 *~

Virginia slowly woke to find a pair of strong arms wrapped around her slim waist, and a large body pressed up against her back. A smile broke out across her face and a tear of happiness fell onto the silken pillow beneath her head.

She realized that everything that had happened the night before; every moan, every kiss, the loss of her innocence; had actually happened. None of it was a dream. It was ten times better than she ever could have imagined, and she felt no drop of regret. She turned to face her sleeping lover, and smiled. // So handsome ... \\ she thought to herself, // even in sleep he takes my breath away. \\

She leaned over and gently kissed the tip of his nose. She then rolled back over and snuggled close to him in his arms, closing her eyes, a slight moan escaping her lips.

The kiss, no matter how small and gentle, woke Tom. He moaned as he opened his eyes, and smiled, happy to finally have his one true love in his arms. He leaned up and gently kissed her neck. Her skin was so soft and clean, he could have kissed it for days, never ever leaving that bed. She moaned as he kissed her neck, and snuggled into his arms even more.

"Morning my love," Tom whispered into Virginia's ear, kissing her neck again, "Sleep well?" She moaned and nodded, not trusting her speech too much. Tom ran his hand down her side and turned her over. Once she was facing him, he could see just how beautiful she had become. Her deep blue eyes seemed fathomless, and, no matter how much they normally didn't belong with auburn hair, were the most beautiful eyes he has ever seen. Her shoulder length, curly hair was the most beautiful shade of auburn he had ever seen, and, somehow, fit perfectly with her eyes. Lifting up the scarlet red blanket, he looked over her body up and down. He saw that her body was just as beautiful as her face, if not more. From the top of her perfect 36C breasts down to the very last perfectly clipped and painted toenail, her body was perfect.

He looked back to her, noticing the slight tint of red in her cheeks, and kissed her deeply, wrapping his arms back around her waist. She kissed back and shifted so that, once again, she was on top of him. She began running her hands over his chest and down to his waist. Tom pulled away from the kiss, sensing what she was going to do, and stopped her.

"Virginia, my sweet," he said, laying her back down next to her, "I don't think I could handle another mind blowing session right now. My body is still recovering from the amazing session last night." Virginia giggled and snuggled next to him, wrapping her tiny arms around his waist. Tom merely smiled and held her close, not realizing that it was Monday.

There was a persistent knocking at the door and the hurried voice of Sarah. "Tom! Virginia! Classes start in ten minutes! Hurry up and get dressed!" Both seventh years gasped and scrambled out of bed. Tom put on his robes with impeccable speed and used a spell to comb his hair. Virginia, on the other hand, took a bit longer. She scrambled through her drawers, looking for some underwear, and then took at least five minutes brushing out her hair, putting on make-up, and putting on a bit of perfume. Hand in hand, they exited the common room and headed for their first lesson, Transfiguration.

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Tom and Virginia held hands for the whole lesson, blankly refusing to break contact. The way they held each other's hands would give the impression that, if they broke contact, the whole world would suddenly implode on itself.

Virginia noticed that, now that Tom was back in her life, she was able to keep her attention and full focus on the subject at hand. The year before, Professor McGonagall had attempted to teach the whole Gryffindor sixth years to become animagi, but to no avail. Virginia decided she wanted to try again and, more reluctantly than ever, let go of Tom's hand, walking to the front of the class.

Focusing all her attention on an image of a red-tailed hawk in her head, and, with a small pop, she was soon perched on Professor McGonagall's arm, preening her feathers. McGonagall gave Gryffindor 50 points and Virginia turned back, walking back to her waiting lover. Tom, who had already so much experience he could already teach here, turned into an Alaskan husky and won Gryffindor yet another 50 points.

Lunch that day, quite rightly, consisted of no food at all. They had hurried up to Gryffindor Tower and spent the whole lunch hour feasting on each other's lips, not giving the slightest brain cell to thinking about food. Their "lunch" was interrupted, however, but the beak of a snowy owl tapping on Virginia's shoulder. She sighed and faced the owl, and then gasped, realizing who it was.

"Hedwig!" she exclaimed, lowering the owl to the arm of the chair, "Have you got a letter for me old girl?" Hedwig stuck out her leg, showing a rolled up piece of parchment. Virginia smiled and pulled the letter off of Hedwig's leg. She unrolled it and read it to herself once, before reading it aloud.

Dear Ginny, (a growl escaped her lips as she read this) Hi. It's Harry. I heard that Tom Riddle was back in Hogwarts, in your year, correct? Well, Ginny, I want you to stay away from him. I don't trust him, and I don't want him to hurt you again. Write back. Ron sends his love, so does our son. Talk to you later Gin Gin. Harry

This time it was Tom's turn to growl. "How dare he! Telling my girlfriend to stay away from me! He has no right to do that." Virginia blinked a few times, letting the words sink in. She placed her hand on his and looked into his eyes, a shocked look on her face. "G-g-girlfriend?" she stuttered out, biting her bottom lip. Tom nodded. "Well, after last night, I expected you to be nothing less." Virginia smiled and hugged him tightly. Next, sliding off of Tom's lap, extracting a mew of protest from him, she sat down at the nearest table and found a quill and piece of parchment.

Dear Harry, Stay away from Tom? Are you telling ME to stay away from MY Tom? Do you realize that I have waited seven years to be with him? Wait.. nevermind... I never told you how I felt about the Heir Of Slytherin. Anyways, I won't stay away from him, oh big brother in-law of mine. Tell Ron to send me some pictures of your guys' baby, I can't wait to see what little Draco looks like. I have to go now, my boyfriend is waiting. Tell Ron I love him. Bye. Love and Hugs, Virginia Weasley

Virginia rolled up the letter and tied it to Hedwig's leg. Before sending Hedwig off, Virginia gave the owl an owl treat and a light pat on the head. "Make sure your arse-hole master gets this letter Hedwig," she said, "we wouldn't want the boy-who-thinks-he-can-control me to have to wait for a reply."

While staring out the window after Hedwig, Tom got up and walked to Virginia. He lightly wrapped his arms around her waist and gave a light kiss to her neck. "My love," he said, holding her close and kissing up to her jawbone, "I think we ought to go and spend some time alone." Virginia giggled and leaned against him, lightly rubbing his arms with her hands. "Oh Tom," she said, kissing his bicep lightly, "sweep me off my feet and carry me to my- our room."

Tom didn't need to hear it twice. Before you could say 'alohomora', he had Virginia in his arms and in her room. He kicked the door shut and laid her down. "I'm in charge tonight love," he whispered, "just lay back and relax."

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Tom was awoken by a chill over his backside. He looked up and realized two things; he window was open, and it was nighttime. He smiled and held Virginia close. She was still fast asleep in his arms, and he had a feeling she wasn't going to wake that night. He suddenly realized that he was very, very hungry. // Well, what can I expect? \\ he thought to himself, // I have been sleeping all day, or so to speak. \\ He slipped out of bed and quickly put his clothes and robes back on. He scribbled a note quickly telling Virginia where he was going and left it on the bed, just in case she woke up.

Tom headed out of the Gryffindor common room and headed towards the kitchens. His mind was swimming with thoughts of Virginia and the many times that they had been together since he arrived a Hogwarts. He leaned against a wall for a minute, getting a bit tired, and closed his eyes. When he closed his eyes, he had a sudden flashback, which startled even himself.

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'Dear Diary, hello, my name is Ginny Weasley.' Appeared on the first page of the open book on his lap. "Finally," Tom said, grabbing his quill, "Someone to talk to!" He wrote back in gentle strokes, trying extra hard to impress whoever was reading the diary 'Hello Ginny, my name is Tom.'

There was a long pause before any writing was written on the page, and, when it did appear, it was scribbly. 'Tom? You. you live in a diary? You can read what I write and. you can write back?' After reading this, Tom laughed to himself and wrote back, calmly. 'Ginny, this just so happens to be MY diary. Might I ask on how you came across it?'

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The flashback went ahead a few weeks, and Tom remembered that their conversations in-between were very much like the first.

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'Tom. are you there?' shot across the page. Tom smiled, once again picking up his diary and quill, and wrote back. 'Of course my little Virginia, where would I go? I am a memory, remember?' Tom heard a faint giggle, one of many that he discovered he could hear through the enchanted diary and smiled.

Tom, though only a memory, was falling for Ginny already, deep. He waited to talk to her everyday, and he couldn't go to sleep without talking to the eleven year old. There was a love there that he didn't even realize he could have, and he knew, since it was his memory, and it would flow to what Ginny had told him was trying to take over the world, Lord Voldemort. That was Tom's nickname, well, not so much a nickname as it was a title. He used it at school, even when putting his memory into this simple diary. But, he had made it that anything written in this moldy old book would flow straight to the person who had made the diary, if they were still living, that is. He also knew that his love for Ginny would flow to Voldemort, but she didn't know that. She never knew that.

'Tom. I'm worried. There has been a lot of bad stuff happening around the castle, and I am starting to suspect I have something to do with it.' She was right of course, she did have something to do with it. The part of him that was Lord Voldemort was controlling her. Nonetheless, he wrote back, as calm as ever. 'Don't worry Virginia, my dear, I will make sure nothing happens to you'

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The flashback ended and Tom sunk to his knees. // I loved her. \\ he thought, fumbling with something in his robes. // Even when I did not know I could, I loved her.\\ He pulled out a little black box that he had kept for so many years. He opened it and bit his lower lip. It was a ring, a diamond engagement ring to be exact, and it had an engraving on the inside. 'To my lovely Virginia, may you be mine for all of eternity, and longer.' Seven years he had been holding this ring, seven years had he wanted to give it to her.

His stomach growled loudly and he suddenly remembered his ceaseless hunger. He hurried down to the portrait of a fruit bowl, tickled the little green pear, and got a bag full of food from the house-elves. He hurried back to Gryffindor tower and slipped back into Virginia's private room. He magicked a table out of nowhere and began preparing the food. He used a spell to make the food's smell waft over to Virginia's sleeping form, and he smiled as she woke.

"Mmm." she said, sitting up, the silk blanket covering her dainty body, "Smells delicious." Tom smiled and magicked a chair out of thin air for her. "Then come get some my love," he said, motioning her to the chair, "There's plenty."

They shared a quiet midnight dinner, and then slipped back into bed. Tom, who decided to stay in his clothes, pulled the ring box out of his robe pocket. He turned Virginia over and looked into her eyes. "Virginia," he said, "I have been waiting to do this for seven years."

Tom smiled and slowly slid the diamond ring on her ring finger, kissing her deeply. "Will you marry me?" Virginia blinked for a few moments. So many times had she lain awake in bed, dreaming of Tom, down on one knee, asking her to marry him; to be his wife for all of eternity. But... she never felt that it would ever actually happen. She had fainted so many times when she had dreamt about it, but this time she just couldn't. As a matter of face, instead of fainting, she lapsed into a fit of tears. "Of course I'll marry you, you great bloke!" she said, somehow clearly through sobs, "I love you more than life itself!"

The newly engaged couple fell asleep in each other's arms and were awoken the next morning by Hedwig lightly nipping Tom's shoulder, a red envelope tied to her leg.

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A/N: Well folks, there is chapter two. I hope you liked it. I had some help on this chapter from my new co-writer, Harriet Potter, and I have to give a big bunch of credit to her. Check out her stories, they're really, really good. Well, the next chapter should be coming soon! Audioso!