Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the intellectual property of J.K. Rowling. I am
not her. This is merely a fan fiction to tide us over until book 6.
A/N: Here's a chapter to tide you over until New Year's. I hope you all had happy holidays. And to those reviewers who put this on their favorite stories list you honor me. Thank you.
~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~ It was cold and the wind was howling as Harry, Ron and Hermione made their way through Hogsmeade. Harry kept looking over to see Ginny walking, arms linked with Neville. She laughed happily with him as they looked at the various window displays in the shops.
It was after the holidays, and although many shops had sales. It didn't look like many people where shopping. Ron, Hermione and Harry had just stepped into Three Broomsticks, when a younger Slytherin, whom they did not know stopped them.
"Potter," said the boy with as much courage as he could muster. "Draco wants to see you. He told me to tell you to meet him at the Hogs Head in five minutes, and not to bring the rest of the dream team."
"Harry's not going anywhere alone," Ron snapped.
"He said you'd say that Weasel. He told me to tell you it wasn't a trap and he knows you won't believe that. So I'm to hand you this."
The Slytherin extended his hand and handed Harry a wand - Malfoy's wand.
"He said if it's a trap you can snap it as soon as you get there."
"Bloody hell," Ron said. "Malfoy won't be able to do magic without this."
"Harry, we'll wait outside the Hogs Head, just in case," Hermione said. "But I think Malfoy really wants to talk to you."
Harry entered the Hogs Head to see it was just as bad as it was last year, when they first had a meeting about forming the D.A. Off in one corner he saw Malfoy and made his way over there.
"What do you want Malfoy?" he said as a bartender brought a bottle of fire whiskey to the table.
"I heard you want to know some information about me Potter. You really should just ask me if you want to know something. By the way, my wand."
"How do I know you won't have someone jump me as soon as I hand it to you?"
"Fine Potter. Here's the deal. You know something I want to know. I know something you want to know. So let's play 20 questions, shall we Potter?" Malfoy said sliding the bottle of fire whiskey his way. "Is it true that little fiery vixen hexed you into oblivion the other day."
Harry frowned before taking a gulp from the bottle and sitting down. He set Malfoy's wand on the table within his grasp, but far enough away where Malfoy wouldn't be able to get it.
"Yes," he growled out as Malfoy stifled a laugh. "If Voldemort planning something soon?"
"Always," he smirked. "How could you be so blind as not to see her Potter?"
"I do see Ginny."
Malfoy laughed. "No you don't. You don't see her. In fact, I sincerely doubt most people see the real Virginia, but they will. They'll see her how she's meant to be, how I see her. Virginia Malfoy has a nice ring to it doesn't it Potter, much better than Ginny Potter." Harry fought back the urge to jump across the table and pummel him into the ground. He had to get more information to decode all the letters.
"She's off with Neville now," he said taking a much bigger gulp from the fire whiskey bottle, before sliding it back to Malfoy.
"Please," Malfoy said rolling his eyes. "I'd have to be dead before I'd lose her to the likes of Longbottom. Now let's get back to the questions shall we?"
"Are you a Death Eater?"
Malfoy rolled up his sleeves showing off his bare upper arms. Harry had to admit he was certain he would see a mark there, but there wasn't.
"Expected one didn't you Potter?" he said before taking a swig of the fire whiskey and sliding it back to Harry.
"Whose side are you on?"
"Whichever is most beneficial to me."
"Do you know what Voldemort is planning?"
"Attacks on muggleborns, world domination for pureblood wizards," he shrugged. "The exact plans are hazy if you want dates and times. It's not like there's a master Death Eater calendar that says rape, pillage and plunder on Wednesday, tea with the Dark Lord on Thursday," Malfoy said as he took the bottle of fire whiskey from Harry. "My turn next. What is Virginia's favorite flower?
"Passionflower."
"It suits her," he smirked.
"Where are the Malfoy estates?" Harry frowned.
"We have an estate near Yorkshire Dales, we vacation at each year. Of course there's some land in Halesowen in the West Midlands. Chalked full of muggles now, don't go there much," Malfoy said as he plopped his boots on the table. "Of course you can't forget Catania in Italy or Varia in Bulgaria. Both lovely in their own rights. Think of buying some real estate Potter?"
"No. Why did you want to know Ginny's favorite flower?"
"A person's favorite flower tells a lot about them. Besides I want to know what to have put in our honeymoon suite."
"You're dreaming."
"Oh no, I assure you I am not. Speaking of dreams, tell me what does Virginia wear to sleep? I heard you stay with the Weasleys during the summer, plus you share a common room."
"I'm not answer that question."
"Please Potter. It's not like you haven't looked yourself. I've seen you steal glances at her. When she and her brother aren't looking you stare at her like she's a chocolate frog you'd love to pop into your mouth."
"Don't talk about Ginny that way."
"It's Virginia," Malfoy said. "And I can talk about her anyway I want. One day she will be my wife, Potty, just wait."
"I will not sit back and let you try to take her," he said pulling Malfoy halfway across the table by his collar. "She wants a house full of children, and laughter. She would want her children to take their first steps on green meadows with birds singing and not some stone marble floor in a cold mansion."
"I don't believe you know anything about Virginia. Are you positive that she wants lots of children? After being the youngest of seven I don't think she'd want nearly that many. And if she does I'd have no problem helping her in that request," he smirked. "Besides that shows how little you know. My first steps were on a Quidditch pitch and not in a mansion. Virginia and my children will take their first steps into power, believe that."
"I won't let you have her," Harry spat.
"It's not your choice."
"Do you love her?"
"I have a need for her in several ways."
"You just want her because of what a powerful witch like her can do when she puts her mind to it, and she's beautiful."
"I won't lie to you Potter. Malfoys have always wanted power The fact that she's beautiful helps. I think the question you should be asking yourself is if you love her? I can beat Longbottom hands down, but after this little conversation you and I will return to enemies and forget this little camaraderie ever happened. But let me make one thing clear Potter, she will be Mrs. Virginia Malfoy."
A/N: Here's a chapter to tide you over until New Year's. I hope you all had happy holidays. And to those reviewers who put this on their favorite stories list you honor me. Thank you.
~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~ It was cold and the wind was howling as Harry, Ron and Hermione made their way through Hogsmeade. Harry kept looking over to see Ginny walking, arms linked with Neville. She laughed happily with him as they looked at the various window displays in the shops.
It was after the holidays, and although many shops had sales. It didn't look like many people where shopping. Ron, Hermione and Harry had just stepped into Three Broomsticks, when a younger Slytherin, whom they did not know stopped them.
"Potter," said the boy with as much courage as he could muster. "Draco wants to see you. He told me to tell you to meet him at the Hogs Head in five minutes, and not to bring the rest of the dream team."
"Harry's not going anywhere alone," Ron snapped.
"He said you'd say that Weasel. He told me to tell you it wasn't a trap and he knows you won't believe that. So I'm to hand you this."
The Slytherin extended his hand and handed Harry a wand - Malfoy's wand.
"He said if it's a trap you can snap it as soon as you get there."
"Bloody hell," Ron said. "Malfoy won't be able to do magic without this."
"Harry, we'll wait outside the Hogs Head, just in case," Hermione said. "But I think Malfoy really wants to talk to you."
Harry entered the Hogs Head to see it was just as bad as it was last year, when they first had a meeting about forming the D.A. Off in one corner he saw Malfoy and made his way over there.
"What do you want Malfoy?" he said as a bartender brought a bottle of fire whiskey to the table.
"I heard you want to know some information about me Potter. You really should just ask me if you want to know something. By the way, my wand."
"How do I know you won't have someone jump me as soon as I hand it to you?"
"Fine Potter. Here's the deal. You know something I want to know. I know something you want to know. So let's play 20 questions, shall we Potter?" Malfoy said sliding the bottle of fire whiskey his way. "Is it true that little fiery vixen hexed you into oblivion the other day."
Harry frowned before taking a gulp from the bottle and sitting down. He set Malfoy's wand on the table within his grasp, but far enough away where Malfoy wouldn't be able to get it.
"Yes," he growled out as Malfoy stifled a laugh. "If Voldemort planning something soon?"
"Always," he smirked. "How could you be so blind as not to see her Potter?"
"I do see Ginny."
Malfoy laughed. "No you don't. You don't see her. In fact, I sincerely doubt most people see the real Virginia, but they will. They'll see her how she's meant to be, how I see her. Virginia Malfoy has a nice ring to it doesn't it Potter, much better than Ginny Potter." Harry fought back the urge to jump across the table and pummel him into the ground. He had to get more information to decode all the letters.
"She's off with Neville now," he said taking a much bigger gulp from the fire whiskey bottle, before sliding it back to Malfoy.
"Please," Malfoy said rolling his eyes. "I'd have to be dead before I'd lose her to the likes of Longbottom. Now let's get back to the questions shall we?"
"Are you a Death Eater?"
Malfoy rolled up his sleeves showing off his bare upper arms. Harry had to admit he was certain he would see a mark there, but there wasn't.
"Expected one didn't you Potter?" he said before taking a swig of the fire whiskey and sliding it back to Harry.
"Whose side are you on?"
"Whichever is most beneficial to me."
"Do you know what Voldemort is planning?"
"Attacks on muggleborns, world domination for pureblood wizards," he shrugged. "The exact plans are hazy if you want dates and times. It's not like there's a master Death Eater calendar that says rape, pillage and plunder on Wednesday, tea with the Dark Lord on Thursday," Malfoy said as he took the bottle of fire whiskey from Harry. "My turn next. What is Virginia's favorite flower?
"Passionflower."
"It suits her," he smirked.
"Where are the Malfoy estates?" Harry frowned.
"We have an estate near Yorkshire Dales, we vacation at each year. Of course there's some land in Halesowen in the West Midlands. Chalked full of muggles now, don't go there much," Malfoy said as he plopped his boots on the table. "Of course you can't forget Catania in Italy or Varia in Bulgaria. Both lovely in their own rights. Think of buying some real estate Potter?"
"No. Why did you want to know Ginny's favorite flower?"
"A person's favorite flower tells a lot about them. Besides I want to know what to have put in our honeymoon suite."
"You're dreaming."
"Oh no, I assure you I am not. Speaking of dreams, tell me what does Virginia wear to sleep? I heard you stay with the Weasleys during the summer, plus you share a common room."
"I'm not answer that question."
"Please Potter. It's not like you haven't looked yourself. I've seen you steal glances at her. When she and her brother aren't looking you stare at her like she's a chocolate frog you'd love to pop into your mouth."
"Don't talk about Ginny that way."
"It's Virginia," Malfoy said. "And I can talk about her anyway I want. One day she will be my wife, Potty, just wait."
"I will not sit back and let you try to take her," he said pulling Malfoy halfway across the table by his collar. "She wants a house full of children, and laughter. She would want her children to take their first steps on green meadows with birds singing and not some stone marble floor in a cold mansion."
"I don't believe you know anything about Virginia. Are you positive that she wants lots of children? After being the youngest of seven I don't think she'd want nearly that many. And if she does I'd have no problem helping her in that request," he smirked. "Besides that shows how little you know. My first steps were on a Quidditch pitch and not in a mansion. Virginia and my children will take their first steps into power, believe that."
"I won't let you have her," Harry spat.
"It's not your choice."
"Do you love her?"
"I have a need for her in several ways."
"You just want her because of what a powerful witch like her can do when she puts her mind to it, and she's beautiful."
"I won't lie to you Potter. Malfoys have always wanted power The fact that she's beautiful helps. I think the question you should be asking yourself is if you love her? I can beat Longbottom hands down, but after this little conversation you and I will return to enemies and forget this little camaraderie ever happened. But let me make one thing clear Potter, she will be Mrs. Virginia Malfoy."