Hey, ya'll! Finally, I've managed to write a chapter. I'm sooo sorry that it's taken so long, but, as a Chrissy present, I have finished the story, and shall be updating it completely. Thanks to all my reviewers.
The next day, Virginia was true to her word, and ignored every single person in Gryffindor. She'd seen the tattoo on more than one other person, and she knew Hermione was hurt by the fact that she was ignoring her, but Herm had been involved in this too, and that hurt, it hurt a lot. The only secret Virginia had ever kept from Hermione had been the one about her Talent. She'd never had any others. Hermione knew about everything, oh, except the Dream. But she knew about Virginia's love for Harry, her fear that she'd never be good enough to be her own person, not just one of the Weasleys, and many other things besides.
Virginia stormed out of the portrait hole, and made her way to the Infirmary, to help Madame Pomfrey. Maybe healing would get her mind off all of this.
Harry dragged himself to the Hospital Wing, to ask for yet another Dreamless Sleep potion. He was getting sick and tired of his awful nightmares. He hadn't had a vision for weeks, and all he wanted was some normal rest. He blinked; amazed at what he saw when he got there. Madame Pomfrey was nowhere to be seen, but Virginia Weasley was. She was bustling around, healing various wounds, and not in the conventional way, either. Her wand was poking out of her hair, and her hand was resting lightly over a broken ankle. There was a strange, half-pained, half-focusing look on her face, and an odd, amber glow came out of her fingertips. Harry watched, as the bones literally mended right before his eyes. He gasped slightly, and Virginia opened her eyes, having finished. She looked over his way, and, if it was possible, she paled even more at the sight of him.
"Hey, Vix, here's your panadol…" Tabitha Nichols trailed off, as she brought out what he recognised as muggle pain killers. Virginia turned away from Harry, and took them gratefully.
"Thanks, Tabby." She said gratefully, downing the panadol. "Could you please bring me some Dreamless Sleep potion for Potter? The one in the blue vial, if you please. It's measured exactly, so that his visions will still come through." There was a faint flush on her cheeks, and Harry wondered if it was because she was ignoring him, or maybe she still had that slight crush! The next moment, he shook his head, and pushed away those thoughts, She wouldn't have been so angry with me this morning if she loved me. He concluded sadly. He really wished that he'd shared the secret with her now, he realised that there was no way she could be a Death Eater, not when she had that odd talent. Then he remembered his headache that morning, and what she'd said. Enjoy your headaches, boys. It had been said so spitefully, her words so full of malice, that he wasn't sure that she hadn't caused the headache. If so, she could quite easily be evil. Virginia sent the little first year out of the Infirmary with a warm smile, and, without even acknowledging his presence, she turned on her heel, and walked into the back office. Harry heard murmuring, and he moved closer so he could hear what was being said.
"So…do you know who He is, yet?" Abby asked her. Virginia sighed, and shook her head morosely.
"No, I thought I had, Harry had the right tattoo, and everything, but it could be almost anyone in the Tower now, even my brothers have that tattoo! And He kissed me last night…" She trailed off.
"Ooh, do tell!" Virginia chuckled.
"You're a bit eager, aren't you?" She teased. "But, it was wonderful! He tasted so nice, like caramel fudge, and peppermint. And he was so good at it! But what am I supposed to do? I'm so horny, I think I'm gonna explode!"
"Very eloquent, dear Vixen, and indeed, you're living up to that, snogging a boy whom you don't even know in your sleep…"
"TABITHA!!!" Virginia hoped that she sounded properly scandalised. "No, but really, I'm afraid of what I'll dream up next."
"If you're really so full of sexual frustration, why don't you go off and find a guy to make you feel better? No one would refuse you."
"Of course they would, I'm no Cho Chang, or Fleur Delacour. I'm just me, the youngest Weasley, who's totally in love with someone who doesn't care for her." Virginia choked back a sob. "He's been keeping secrets, Tabs, they all have, and it really hurts. I've only ever kept one secret from Harry, and that's about my Talent. I even told him about the Dream! But he doesn't trust me enough to tell me anything, and I'm frightened that he might hate me because of his morning."
"What happened, Vix?" Tabitha asked, wrapping her arms around Virginia in a comforting hug.
"I got so angry, because they'd been keeping secrets, that I used my Talent to harm, instead of to heal. And now I'm afraid what might happen if, one day, I get so angry that I do more than just hurt someone. What if…I kill them?"
"Vix, you could never do that. You're too kind-hearted. After all, you risked death to heal Harry's back the other night."
"Not really." Virginia contradicted, "I was just easing the pain in his back. I could have easily done it without magic, but I didn't want to wake him up. He needs his rest."
"You sound like my mother might." Abby teased for a moment, then her face hardened, "If she cared, that is."
"I sound exactly like my mother." Virginia replied, smiling slightly. "Anyway, hand me that flask of essence of zebu, would you?"
"What is a zebu anyway?" Virginia smiled,
"It's pronounced zee-boo. It's an Asian ox with a humped back, and long horns. The horns are the most magical part; they regenerate, and are an important ingredient in skele-grow. That's the reason it tastes so bad, actually." Abby smiled too.
"That's it, I'm never taking skele-grow again." She joked. Virginia laughed along with her, and they walked out.
Harry hurried away from the office door, just in time for Virginia and her friend to walk out. He was feeling very ashamed of himself for even thinking that she could ever be a Dark Witch. Virginia smiled at him wearily.
"Harry, I've been thinking," She began,
"No, Virginia, let me go first." He interrupted. "I've also been thinking, and I'd like to say I'm sorry, for keeping so many secrets. I know that you've never kept any secrets from me, except, perhaps, how you healed my nose, but I can live with that. So, that's it, really, I'm sorry, and I promise that I'll tell you if there's something that's your business in the future." Harry smiled at her uneasily. He hated apologising, and he'd never been very good at it. He supposed his hatred of I stemmed from the times when he'd had to apologise for everything that Dudley had done wrong. He was rewarded with a delighted smile from Virginia, and, as far as he was concerned, that made apologising worth the effort.
"Oh, Harry." She whispered. Harry smiled back at her, and tried hard not to show that when she was looking at her like that, he had trouble breathing. "I forgive you, and I'm sorry, too." Harry grinned back, and gave her a small hug, much like Hermione handed out to everyone. He did it without even thinking, which was a surprise in itself, seeing as he hated people touching him. But it felt natural with Virginia.
"Thanks, Virginia." He said, with a small smile. "I'll see you later." He took his vial of DS potion, and left the Hospital Wing.