Virginia Weasley and the Riddle of Love.

Disclaimer: I own none of these characters except for Sarah and Elizabeth Cruz. Virginia, Harry, Ron, and Bill all belong to J.K. Rowling and always will.

A/N: There is very little smut in this story, well, for now. Please. R&R.

Rating - R

~*~

Chapter 3

~*~

Tom opened his eyes and glanced over to the owl behind him. He looked down at the scarlet sealed envelope and let a short gasp escape his lips. He looked closer and saw, in a rather elegant yet angry-looking scrawl, his name in dark blue ink. He, most reluctantly, shook the sleeping beauty awake, his eyes never leaving the parcel tied to the snowy owl's leg.

Virginia woke up with a groggy look on her almost too perfect face. "Hmm.. morning love," she said with a half-asleep grin on her face, her chin sinking into the groove in-between Toms neck and shoulder. "What in Merlin's beard is Hedwig doing back here?"

Tom snaked a strong, half-shivering, arm around her waist, the blanket held up enough to cover her body, and pulled her close. "She's got a howler, my love." He felt, rather than saw, Virginia's eyes widen at the comment, and her mouth form into an "o."

She gripped his hand and looked at him, even though his eyes wouldn't leave the awaiting mail. "Wh.. Who.. Who's it for, Tom?" He held her close and looked into her eyes, a slight hint of worry showing in his warm black orbs. "It's.. for me apparently." Virginia reached over, her hands trembling, and untied the scarlet parcel, pulling it into her lover's lap.

"Open It." she said "I don't want my bed to have scorch marks." Tom nodded and picked up the envelope, his arm leaving Virginia's waist, and was about to open it when he suddenly remembered something. He snapped his fingers and exclaimed, "I can't believe I forgot!" Virginia quirked a well maintained brow and looked at him questioningly. He smiles and retrieved his wand from the bedside table.

"When I was Voldemort," he began, a shiver running down Virginia's spine out of habit, "I created a spell that would turn any howler into a simple letter, handwriting and all. It won't scream, and it won't explode. Though... it will turn to ashes after I've read it." Virginia got a slight look of happiness on her face and motioned for him to do his incantation.

Tom cleared his throat and pointed his wand at the scarlet envelope. "Transformado letereo" he muttered, pronunciated perfectly. The letter turned into a piece of the ever-familiar yellowed parchment, Harry's letter written in red ink on the page. Tom cleared his throat once more and read the letter aloud.

Thomas,

I forbid you to date my sister-in-law. I love her very, very much, and it is not very comforting to know that my former arch-nemesis is having a relationship with a person in my family, be it intimate or friendly. You will leave my sister alone, or you shall face the sheer power of my wrath. Is that understood? Good.

Harold James Potter.

The letter suddenly became a pile of ashes in Tom's hand and, after a second or so, blinked itself out of existence. Virginia banged her hand on the wooden headboard and yelled out "DAMN HIM!" Tom turned to her and blinked a few times. Virginia looked at the ceiling and said, in an angry, yet calmer, voice, "He always wants to ruin my relationships. I swear, the great bloke doesn't want me to be happy!"

Tom turned away from her and began rummaging through his bag for something that Virginia couldn't see. After a minute or so of rummaging, he pulled out a piece of yellowed parchment, a self-inking quill, and a book to use as a hard surface. Virginia looked at him oddly and watched him bring the red quill to his parchment.

Harold,

I must apologize for my "intrusion" on your family. You see, my GRANDFATHER'S arch-nemesis, I love your sister ten million times more than you ever could possibly love her. As a matter of fact, after your last letter, I proposed to your little sister. So, my soon to be brother-in-law, you need not fret about me hurting your darling sister.

Now, to a more important matter on my mind. I would like to ask you to do something for me. As you are Virginia's brother-in-law, I would highly appreciate it if you were my best man at our wedding. Yes, I know I do not have a date set, and we will not be getting married 'til at least two years after leaving Hogwarts, but, you are the only person I could ever consider my friend, aside from your sister and her friend Sarah.

I sincerely pray that you think long and hard on my request, as I will be waiting for your owl. Ta-ta, my dear brother.

Respectfully,

Thomas Marvolo Riddle.

Tom rolled up the parchment and tied it to Hedwig's outstretched leg, giving her a friendly, loving scratch behind her head before sending her off. Behind him, he heard, and felt, a body falling onto the waterbed that he was sitting atop. He turned his head to see an unconscious Virginia, her mouth wide open in shock.

He leaned over her, brought her chin up to shut her mouth, and laid next to her, curling up against her body. A smirk flashed across his face and he fell back asleep, the unconscious vixen lying in his strong arms.

~*~

When Virginia woke, Tom was cooking breakfast. He was clad in some sort of apron, decorated in the Gryffindor colors, red and gold. He also wore a kind of kerchief around his neck, also the colors of Gryffindor, and a beret.

Noticing the awakening of his sleeping beauty, Tom put on his cheeziest French accent and carried a tray with the readily prepared breakfast on it. He placed the tray in Virginia's lap and smiled, whipping out a pointer and pointing to each dish.

"Ze dish for this mornings breakfast vill be un omelet du fromage, wiz orange juice and cantaloupe. Bon apetit!"

Virginia merely laughed and took a bite of the omelet. Her eyes went wide and she smiled, still chewing the egg dish.

"Oh my god, Tom! This is amazing!" She exclaimed, clenching his hand. "Where did you learn to cook like this?!"

Tom blushed and smiled. "Well, my father taught me when I was really young, and, in the few instances I had control through Victor's spells, I perfected my technique." He took a bite of the omelet and smiled, laying down next to his fiancée. Virginia finished the omelet, orange juice, and cantaloupe and laid next to him. "I love you Tom.." she whispered, snuggling close to her fiancé. "I love you too, Virginia" he replied, softly kissing the smaller girl's neck.

At dawn, they still laid in the unkempt bed, staying as close to each other as was humanly possible. Tom let out a soft moan and softly kissed Virginia on the lips.

"Mmm…" he said, softly rubbing her side, "Time to get up love."

Virginia opened her eyes slowly and smiled. "Do we have to? I'm perfectly content just laying here in your arms." Tom smiled and softly kissed her nose. "I have Quidditch tryouts this morning, I need to get ready." He said, standing up and walking to the closet they now shared.

Tom pulled on his Quidditch practice robes, pulled out his Nimbus 2005, and started shining the handle, trimming the tail shortly after. "I'm trying out for the seeker position, I really pray I get it. My father was a seeker, did you know that? I've always wanted to be one. Ever since I was really little. Had it not been for Victor, I may have been one."

//He'll get it, I just know he will. He's so passionate for it,\\ she thought, pulling the blankets around her //He's just like Harry…\\

At the thought of her brother-in-law, Virginia's eyes fell on a slender, gold and silver box. The box, seeming to shimmer in the morning sunrise, read "To: Thomas Marvolo Riddle" and had "From: The Potter Family" written under it. Virginia gently shook Tom's arm and whispered "Tom, look…"

Tom turned to face the box and his jaw almost hit the floor. He rushed forward, grabbed the box, and walked back to Virginia, laying across his lap. "What's this?" He asked, the question directed at no one in particular.

He opened the box and gasped, seeing what it contained. Before his eyes, a broomstick floated out of the box. On the handle, "Thomas Marvolo Riddle" was engraved, the logo "Firefly M2K" in gold under it. Tom ran his hand along the handle and felt a small surge of energy course through his arm.

"Tom," Virginia said, lightly squeezing Tom's arm. "This if the Firefly M2K, the latest in brooms, it was made specifically for the Seeker position, and is top of the line. Only 10 exist."

Tom looked past the broom and saw a piece of yellow parchment, the scrawl written in orange ink this time.

Dear Thomas,

I hope you enjoy your new broom. Professor Dumbledore informed me that you were going out for the seeker position on the Gryffindor house team. I felt it necessary that you had the best utensil for this job, seeing as no one else signed up, and this was the first broom model that came to mind. It's a remake of the kind of broom that I used, suped up and ten million times better. I bought one for myself, to be honest.

Do not expect kindness from me. I am doing this more or less for Gryffindor than you. You better not disgrace the name I made for the house. Enjoy your tool, use it as an extension of your body, not just a broom.

Farewell.

Harold James Potter

Ronald Potter

And

The young'ns.

P.S. Welcome to the family.

Tom smiled and folded up the letter. Virginia snuggled close and smiled, softly kissing Tom's neck. "You're part of the family now, Tom." Virginia said, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Expect the greatest life you could ever imagine."

Tom ran his hand over hers and smiled. "I'll take your word for it, my love."

~*- End Chapter 3 -*~

Me3gogi - Here is more, enjoy.

Slytherin Badass - You can see more without sacrificing a Voldemort for world leader button. Here! ^_^

Bane - No prob

Wes - Here's some more to see how my writing is doing.

Tinkerbell - Thanks

Val Mora - Thanks for the many compliments. Here is some more of Tom and Ginny for you

Les - Here's the next chapter.

Harriet - I thanked you mainly for helping me out. You were a great influence.

Vixen DarkTruth - Here's your answer, madame.

Luci - Thanks!

Sly Riddle - Here's the new chapter.

Amy-Jennifer - Well, here's more.