Chapter 2
August nineteenth, eight forty p.m.
Yea Gods and Demons, what a horrible night I have had! I just got back from my study date with that slip of a girl, Anna. One would think that, with her good marks in Muggle Etiquette, she would be sure to know how to conduct herself. Lamentably, that is not the case. We were only an hour into our review when she declared that she couldn't go a moment longer with out a cuppa. I suggested going to the campus café, but she claimed she had a special brew at home that helped her concentrate. Fool that I am I believed her.
I was fairly certain she going through Blaise withdrawals, but I held my tongue and followed her to her flat. Sure enough, there he was on the couch watching quidditch and guzzling butterbeer. And who do you think was beside him? None other than Draco Bloody Malfoy. They gave me the once over and looked away, but not before I saw the two of them exchange a knowing glance. Anna laughed nervously and mumbled out something to the effect of 'what a surprise' then all but ran to the kitchen 'fetch the tea things.'
That evil girl left me all by my lonesome with two of the men I most despise. Thinking dreadful thoughts, I slumped over to the empty loveseat and perched on the edge of it. Heaven knows I am not a quidditch fan, so the thought of sitting idle in front of a match was more than I could bear. Ever mindful of the manners my Mother drilled into me, I set about making small talk with my companions. I failed miserably. Every time I so much as opened my mouth Blaise would glare at me and hiss 'not now, cannot you see they are about to score!' After more than a few minuets of this, I turned to Malfoy, determined to try and strike up a conversation there. Once again all attempts to start a cheery little chat were promptly rejected. He did not even bother himself to answer my questions; he just raised that pale eyebrow of his in a mocking fashion.
I had finally given up all pretence of enjoying myself and popped up ready to announce that I was going to be on my way when Anna came in carrying the tea tray. I snarled something to myself about of how bloody inconsiderate her timing way and then plastered a smile on my face and went over to get a cup. No sooner had I reached the table when both men managed to pull their attention away from the game long enough to demand tea as well. Anna went all gooey over Blaise and said 'Ginny, be a dear and get Draco's would you.' I wanted to tell her I bloody well would not and if that blighter wanted a cup he could get it himself, but those manners of mine once more reared their head. I found my self asking, through clenched teeth, just how he took his. He gave me the most detailed directions I have ever heard in my life. I know tea is our national drink, but honestly!
When I brought him his cup, Malfoy completely ignored me. I stood with tea held out in front of me for close to a minuet before I grew impatient and all but slammed it onto the side table. As soon as the cup of out of my hand he snaked his arm around my waist to dragged me into his lap. I let out an undignified yelp and tried to free myself from his embrace.
I called out to Anna, forgetting in my desperation, that she and I were not friends. I swiveled my head around to where I had last seen her, but she and Blaise had disappeared. Malfoy gave a nasty little laugh and told me to expect no help from that corner as the two of them were no doubt shagging by now. I panicked. I told myself that this could not be happening, that there was no way that Malfoy would lower himself by groping a Weasley, but all of my denials did not change the facts. He was still laughing at my pathetic attempts to break free and I could think of nothing that could possible make the situation I found myself in.
Then something did.
Malfoy grabbed my face and started kissing me. He forced his tongue down my thought, nearly gagging me, and started fumbling at my breast. I saw a flash of light and suddenly had an explanation for what was happening. I clamped down hard on his tongue with my teeth and tasted blood. Good, I thought viscously, now he won't be able to talk properly till he gets it healed. While he was recovering from my attack, I grabbed his still hot cup of tea and poured it on to his lap. I laughed at his bellows and made good on my escape, but by then it was already too late.
August twenty-first, locked in the girl's lavatory at lunch
My fears are confirmed. It is all over campus. Merlin, he must have printed out at least five hundred and plastered them to every available surface. I saw the first one little over an hour ago. I went to check my marks on my exam and was shocked to find a huge circle of students milling around the posting laughing hysterically. I was on the verge of asking what the joke was when a stick of a boy with wavy black hair pointed and me and said in a voice loud enough to be heard in China 'Hey, I know you! You're the girl in the picture. Have a bad time of it with your fellow did ya?" Red faced I pushed my way through the crowd and got my first look at the now infamous picture. There I am, desperately trying to free myself from Malfoy's embrace. It starts with me in his lap and ends with the tea in my place, at which point I disappear and he says 'don't be like that luv.'
It is too horrid for words.
That cad! That knobhead! In the time since then, I have pulled down an additional five pictures, all on the way to the dinning hall. I sent a frantic message to the girls telling them to meet me here and have been frothing at the bit ever since. How am I ever going to get rid of them all?
August thirtieth, close to midnight
I just destroyed the last one. That final picture brought the total to five hundred forty nine. And that is not the worst of it. After the first day cheeky little notes appeared beside every picture. They were spelled so that they could not be destroyed except by me. Each one would flash a time date and place then turn into a pile of dust within seconds of reaching my hands. I had to read every one of those vile notes. He made it clear that he would paper the school with them again if I do not show up at his mansion at eight thirty on October fifth. I have no choice. I will go and God help that man because I fully intend to give him a taste of the Weasley Temper that he will not be forgetting any time soon.
Thank God for lavender, Hermione and Natalie, who have spent every spare moment of the past nine days locating and destroying pictures. Who knows what I would have done without them.
September third, a little before my bed time
To think I actually was grateful for Hermione the last time I wrote. That horrid cow went and showed Ron and Harry one of those awful pictures. I should have known something was up when I only destroyed five forty nine. It only makes sense that there would be five fifty. But that is besides the point. What matters is that I was ambushed by the two of them.
They appeared beside me, along with a contrite looking Hermione, while I was trying to do some reading in the last of the summer sun. She hastily confessed her sins and beat a rapid retreat on the pretence of finding the loo. The two of them looked ready to burst their skins. Instead they just vented their spleen on me. I was inundated absurd comments and idle threats.
Terrible twosome took turns lecturing me about being alone with 'filth like Malfoy' and much muttering about how I'd be lucky if I did not catch something. There was no mention of the notes, so I guess Hermione left that bit out. By the end of it, Ron's face was all puffy and swollen with rage and Harry's hair, which he had been continually running his fingers through, had not one strand was going in the same direction as the next. A shamefaced Hermione came back from her forty-five minuet trip to the loo and things returned to normal. That is to say, the three of them started formulation all sorts of absurd plans and I was left to finish what I had been doing before they arrived.
Joy. Somewhere out there that power triangle is trying desperately to fix my life. Not to sound ungrateful, but who says I want it fixed. Maybe I like going beat red whenever someone calls out 'don't be like that luv' as I walk past. Maybe I like seeing pictures of me and Malfoy and having our names written up on a wall with Take Notice in five inch high letters above it. Maybe, just maybe, I like the idea of everyone thing Draco Malfoy is my man.
Then again, maybe not.
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"It worked!" Draco punched the air in triumph, his shout echoing back to him. Every one on campus had seen the pictures of Virginia in his arms. Most thought it to be a lover's quarrel gone public or a jest the two of them were in on. Those who actually know the two of them see it as a particularly nasty little trick he had played. All of them were wrong.
The first step in Draco's elaborate plan was to link his name with that of one Miss Weasley in the minds of all who knew them. Never before would one have thought to associate the two, now it was all but impossible to bring up one of them without mentioning the other. Better still, they had gone from Malfoy and Weasley to Draco and Ginny. All over school he heard gossip about them; feelings of pride shot through him whenever he did.
He was not sure just what it was that he wanted from the chit; a mere semblance of a relationship was forming in his mind. Lust could be a powerful thing when not abated, and he was in no mood to fool around with the common sort of women who flocked to his good looks and wealthy name. There was something about one's enemy that made them more appealing a target. And if things did not work out, he could always say he only wanted her to mess with Perfect Potter and his sidekick Ron.
But that was getting ahead of himself. Right now he had to focus on turning Virginia's rightfully placed indignation into a brimming curiosity. His need for domination had always been a driving force in his life. Now, however, it had to be placed on a back burner. The wooing must be insidious, something she would be recognize and therefore could not fight. He wanted her under his spell long before her friends and family realized what was happening and put a stop to it. He instinctively knew that, unlike him, she would rely on those ties when making any decision of import. Due to this, it would be in his favor never to let her know such a decision was being made.
This, of course, would require months, maybe even years, of gentling on his part. He planned to treat her the way he would a prize broodmare. He would not want to risk damaging her because of his need of a ride. Crude, he thought, but apt. After all, she would be... he broke of without letting his mind grasp what had almost been said. He refused to entertain thoughts of a future that might never happen. Making complicated schemes with her at the center would be foolhardy at this stage.
Draco sank gracefully into his armchair and stared broodingly into the fire. In his minds eye a picture of a drunken redhead began to form. She swayed in his arms and giggled as he kissed down her neck. "How can she not remember!" he bellowed. It frustrated him to no end that she was free from the phantom of that night while he was tormented by it daily.
In his dreams he could feel her hands on his body and hear her moans of pleasure. He rubbed his hand of his left pectoral and smiled, remembering the matching marks she had left there. He thought back to the feel of her on his lap that afternoon in Von Steffen's flat. Heaven. Up to the point where she bit him and dumped steaming hot tea in his lap. He grinned. Too bad she did not enjoy it. If she never recalled their night together, she would forever remember that forced kiss as their first. How tragic. He let out a snort and called in a glass of brandy. He took a long sip and concentrated on his plan.
The next step to winning his elusive prize revolved around a four course meal, a heartfelt apology and a beautiful opal ring. The most important of which is the ring. It has a complicated spell on it, one that has taken him almost a month to get right. The idea of this ring first formed in his mind when the object of his desire was studiously ignoring him. He longed for some way to see if his actions were making any impact on her at all. Necessity is the mother of all invention, and so he created a spell to fulfill his need.
This little gold and opal circle was worked and reworked to incorporate a deceivingly simple charm. It was tuned to Virginia's thoughts and feelings and linked to a matching ring, done in platinum and onyx, that he had already started wearing. Once the ring was on her finger, it would start relaying information to his. When he filled her mind with pleasant thoughts, his ring would grow warm, and when her thoughts of him were less palatable, his ring would grow cold. The more intense the feeling, the stronger the response.
The beauty of the ring is that, for all intents and purposes, it appeared to be completely free of enchantment. Knowing Virginia and her self appointed caretakers, any gift from him would be subject to any number of tests to make sure it was safe. Knowing those tests were sure to come, Draco had been very precise in formulating his spell. Unless the asked specifically for the exact spell he himself had made, it would not turn up. He picked up the ring and twirled it in his fingers. The true difficultly would be getting her to where it at all.
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September twenty-first, just after moonrise
I am the most witty, clever witch on Earth. There is absolutely nothing that could change my mind about the fore mentioned fact. Life is beautiful, love is beautiful and I am beautiful too. The most enchanting man tried to chat me up tonight. He was simply dreamy! Tall and just oozing with sexuality; he had eyes like melted chocolate and a body that would make Greek Gods green with envy. All for me, lucky girl that I am. His name is... darn, what is his name? Hummm, he wrote it down on a card for me so I must have it somewhere, but am on to high a cloud to look for it now. Anyway, he was all that is pleasant and seemed ever so interested in me.
How did I meet said god? Well, it was in class actually. He sat in on a lecture and saw me across the room. After class he followed me to the campus café where he bought me a coffee and we talked about all things intellectual. This one is a keeper. Ah, but nothing is perfect and so I must confess what hopefully will be easily overcome.
He is not blonde. Not that I ever had a soft spot for blondes, but some how I think he would be much improved if he was one. Also, he was too kind and engaging. Has he no backbone? What sort of man has no biting comment on his lips? What am I saying? Do I want a man with whom I can easily verbally spar? Of course not. So what am I complaining about?
Anyway, my unnamed man asked me out to dinner next week. Joy! I have a date with wonderful hunk of a man who has good teeth and a nice income with whom I can discuss great literary works and fine art.
September twenty-first, ten minuets after I finished that last bit
Goodness, I was so wrapped up in wonder man that I completely forgot to tell you my news. All the seniors are going to be paired up with a grad student to help us with our senior projects. From what I gather, our thesis titles will be put on a list and passed around to the grad students. They will then pick a topic that is of interest to them and the pairs will be formed on a first come basis. Would not it be marvelous if my new man picked me? Maybe I can drop hints if things between us work out.
September twenty-eighth, early evening
Saw that prat Malfoy while on date with new man, whose name happens to be Marty no wonder I forgot it. Any way, I was absolutely wonderful to him. I managed to be terribly snooty and treat him like he was a flobberworm. He did not help himself by being a flustered. I guess he and Marty are mates and in a lot of classes together. Malfoy must have been much taken aback to see the two of us together because he was not his usually nasty self and did not get any good burns in at all. How odd.
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"What the devil was she doing on a date with Marty bloody Waspen!" Draco pounded his head against the solid cherry wood of his head board. He snorted and continued in the same vein "Did you see the two of them, holding hands across the table and making eyes at each other. Simply sickening." He glared at the rooms other occupant, daring him to say something to the contrary. Blaise balanced and made a noise in agreement. "What does she see in him? He is a stuffed shirt, a real kill joy. Did not he make headboy his year? Wasn't he a ravenclaw? What the hell is her problem!" He sat up on his bed and punched his pillow.
"Who is it we are talking about again?" Blaise asked, his voice slightly hesitant.
"Virginia Weasley and that worm Waspen."
August nineteenth, eight forty p.m.
Yea Gods and Demons, what a horrible night I have had! I just got back from my study date with that slip of a girl, Anna. One would think that, with her good marks in Muggle Etiquette, she would be sure to know how to conduct herself. Lamentably, that is not the case. We were only an hour into our review when she declared that she couldn't go a moment longer with out a cuppa. I suggested going to the campus café, but she claimed she had a special brew at home that helped her concentrate. Fool that I am I believed her.
I was fairly certain she going through Blaise withdrawals, but I held my tongue and followed her to her flat. Sure enough, there he was on the couch watching quidditch and guzzling butterbeer. And who do you think was beside him? None other than Draco Bloody Malfoy. They gave me the once over and looked away, but not before I saw the two of them exchange a knowing glance. Anna laughed nervously and mumbled out something to the effect of 'what a surprise' then all but ran to the kitchen 'fetch the tea things.'
That evil girl left me all by my lonesome with two of the men I most despise. Thinking dreadful thoughts, I slumped over to the empty loveseat and perched on the edge of it. Heaven knows I am not a quidditch fan, so the thought of sitting idle in front of a match was more than I could bear. Ever mindful of the manners my Mother drilled into me, I set about making small talk with my companions. I failed miserably. Every time I so much as opened my mouth Blaise would glare at me and hiss 'not now, cannot you see they are about to score!' After more than a few minuets of this, I turned to Malfoy, determined to try and strike up a conversation there. Once again all attempts to start a cheery little chat were promptly rejected. He did not even bother himself to answer my questions; he just raised that pale eyebrow of his in a mocking fashion.
I had finally given up all pretence of enjoying myself and popped up ready to announce that I was going to be on my way when Anna came in carrying the tea tray. I snarled something to myself about of how bloody inconsiderate her timing way and then plastered a smile on my face and went over to get a cup. No sooner had I reached the table when both men managed to pull their attention away from the game long enough to demand tea as well. Anna went all gooey over Blaise and said 'Ginny, be a dear and get Draco's would you.' I wanted to tell her I bloody well would not and if that blighter wanted a cup he could get it himself, but those manners of mine once more reared their head. I found my self asking, through clenched teeth, just how he took his. He gave me the most detailed directions I have ever heard in my life. I know tea is our national drink, but honestly!
When I brought him his cup, Malfoy completely ignored me. I stood with tea held out in front of me for close to a minuet before I grew impatient and all but slammed it onto the side table. As soon as the cup of out of my hand he snaked his arm around my waist to dragged me into his lap. I let out an undignified yelp and tried to free myself from his embrace.
I called out to Anna, forgetting in my desperation, that she and I were not friends. I swiveled my head around to where I had last seen her, but she and Blaise had disappeared. Malfoy gave a nasty little laugh and told me to expect no help from that corner as the two of them were no doubt shagging by now. I panicked. I told myself that this could not be happening, that there was no way that Malfoy would lower himself by groping a Weasley, but all of my denials did not change the facts. He was still laughing at my pathetic attempts to break free and I could think of nothing that could possible make the situation I found myself in.
Then something did.
Malfoy grabbed my face and started kissing me. He forced his tongue down my thought, nearly gagging me, and started fumbling at my breast. I saw a flash of light and suddenly had an explanation for what was happening. I clamped down hard on his tongue with my teeth and tasted blood. Good, I thought viscously, now he won't be able to talk properly till he gets it healed. While he was recovering from my attack, I grabbed his still hot cup of tea and poured it on to his lap. I laughed at his bellows and made good on my escape, but by then it was already too late.
August twenty-first, locked in the girl's lavatory at lunch
My fears are confirmed. It is all over campus. Merlin, he must have printed out at least five hundred and plastered them to every available surface. I saw the first one little over an hour ago. I went to check my marks on my exam and was shocked to find a huge circle of students milling around the posting laughing hysterically. I was on the verge of asking what the joke was when a stick of a boy with wavy black hair pointed and me and said in a voice loud enough to be heard in China 'Hey, I know you! You're the girl in the picture. Have a bad time of it with your fellow did ya?" Red faced I pushed my way through the crowd and got my first look at the now infamous picture. There I am, desperately trying to free myself from Malfoy's embrace. It starts with me in his lap and ends with the tea in my place, at which point I disappear and he says 'don't be like that luv.'
It is too horrid for words.
That cad! That knobhead! In the time since then, I have pulled down an additional five pictures, all on the way to the dinning hall. I sent a frantic message to the girls telling them to meet me here and have been frothing at the bit ever since. How am I ever going to get rid of them all?
August thirtieth, close to midnight
I just destroyed the last one. That final picture brought the total to five hundred forty nine. And that is not the worst of it. After the first day cheeky little notes appeared beside every picture. They were spelled so that they could not be destroyed except by me. Each one would flash a time date and place then turn into a pile of dust within seconds of reaching my hands. I had to read every one of those vile notes. He made it clear that he would paper the school with them again if I do not show up at his mansion at eight thirty on October fifth. I have no choice. I will go and God help that man because I fully intend to give him a taste of the Weasley Temper that he will not be forgetting any time soon.
Thank God for lavender, Hermione and Natalie, who have spent every spare moment of the past nine days locating and destroying pictures. Who knows what I would have done without them.
September third, a little before my bed time
To think I actually was grateful for Hermione the last time I wrote. That horrid cow went and showed Ron and Harry one of those awful pictures. I should have known something was up when I only destroyed five forty nine. It only makes sense that there would be five fifty. But that is besides the point. What matters is that I was ambushed by the two of them.
They appeared beside me, along with a contrite looking Hermione, while I was trying to do some reading in the last of the summer sun. She hastily confessed her sins and beat a rapid retreat on the pretence of finding the loo. The two of them looked ready to burst their skins. Instead they just vented their spleen on me. I was inundated absurd comments and idle threats.
Terrible twosome took turns lecturing me about being alone with 'filth like Malfoy' and much muttering about how I'd be lucky if I did not catch something. There was no mention of the notes, so I guess Hermione left that bit out. By the end of it, Ron's face was all puffy and swollen with rage and Harry's hair, which he had been continually running his fingers through, had not one strand was going in the same direction as the next. A shamefaced Hermione came back from her forty-five minuet trip to the loo and things returned to normal. That is to say, the three of them started formulation all sorts of absurd plans and I was left to finish what I had been doing before they arrived.
Joy. Somewhere out there that power triangle is trying desperately to fix my life. Not to sound ungrateful, but who says I want it fixed. Maybe I like going beat red whenever someone calls out 'don't be like that luv' as I walk past. Maybe I like seeing pictures of me and Malfoy and having our names written up on a wall with Take Notice in five inch high letters above it. Maybe, just maybe, I like the idea of everyone thing Draco Malfoy is my man.
Then again, maybe not.
~}~}~}@
"It worked!" Draco punched the air in triumph, his shout echoing back to him. Every one on campus had seen the pictures of Virginia in his arms. Most thought it to be a lover's quarrel gone public or a jest the two of them were in on. Those who actually know the two of them see it as a particularly nasty little trick he had played. All of them were wrong.
The first step in Draco's elaborate plan was to link his name with that of one Miss Weasley in the minds of all who knew them. Never before would one have thought to associate the two, now it was all but impossible to bring up one of them without mentioning the other. Better still, they had gone from Malfoy and Weasley to Draco and Ginny. All over school he heard gossip about them; feelings of pride shot through him whenever he did.
He was not sure just what it was that he wanted from the chit; a mere semblance of a relationship was forming in his mind. Lust could be a powerful thing when not abated, and he was in no mood to fool around with the common sort of women who flocked to his good looks and wealthy name. There was something about one's enemy that made them more appealing a target. And if things did not work out, he could always say he only wanted her to mess with Perfect Potter and his sidekick Ron.
But that was getting ahead of himself. Right now he had to focus on turning Virginia's rightfully placed indignation into a brimming curiosity. His need for domination had always been a driving force in his life. Now, however, it had to be placed on a back burner. The wooing must be insidious, something she would be recognize and therefore could not fight. He wanted her under his spell long before her friends and family realized what was happening and put a stop to it. He instinctively knew that, unlike him, she would rely on those ties when making any decision of import. Due to this, it would be in his favor never to let her know such a decision was being made.
This, of course, would require months, maybe even years, of gentling on his part. He planned to treat her the way he would a prize broodmare. He would not want to risk damaging her because of his need of a ride. Crude, he thought, but apt. After all, she would be... he broke of without letting his mind grasp what had almost been said. He refused to entertain thoughts of a future that might never happen. Making complicated schemes with her at the center would be foolhardy at this stage.
Draco sank gracefully into his armchair and stared broodingly into the fire. In his minds eye a picture of a drunken redhead began to form. She swayed in his arms and giggled as he kissed down her neck. "How can she not remember!" he bellowed. It frustrated him to no end that she was free from the phantom of that night while he was tormented by it daily.
In his dreams he could feel her hands on his body and hear her moans of pleasure. He rubbed his hand of his left pectoral and smiled, remembering the matching marks she had left there. He thought back to the feel of her on his lap that afternoon in Von Steffen's flat. Heaven. Up to the point where she bit him and dumped steaming hot tea in his lap. He grinned. Too bad she did not enjoy it. If she never recalled their night together, she would forever remember that forced kiss as their first. How tragic. He let out a snort and called in a glass of brandy. He took a long sip and concentrated on his plan.
The next step to winning his elusive prize revolved around a four course meal, a heartfelt apology and a beautiful opal ring. The most important of which is the ring. It has a complicated spell on it, one that has taken him almost a month to get right. The idea of this ring first formed in his mind when the object of his desire was studiously ignoring him. He longed for some way to see if his actions were making any impact on her at all. Necessity is the mother of all invention, and so he created a spell to fulfill his need.
This little gold and opal circle was worked and reworked to incorporate a deceivingly simple charm. It was tuned to Virginia's thoughts and feelings and linked to a matching ring, done in platinum and onyx, that he had already started wearing. Once the ring was on her finger, it would start relaying information to his. When he filled her mind with pleasant thoughts, his ring would grow warm, and when her thoughts of him were less palatable, his ring would grow cold. The more intense the feeling, the stronger the response.
The beauty of the ring is that, for all intents and purposes, it appeared to be completely free of enchantment. Knowing Virginia and her self appointed caretakers, any gift from him would be subject to any number of tests to make sure it was safe. Knowing those tests were sure to come, Draco had been very precise in formulating his spell. Unless the asked specifically for the exact spell he himself had made, it would not turn up. He picked up the ring and twirled it in his fingers. The true difficultly would be getting her to where it at all.
~}~}~}@
September twenty-first, just after moonrise
I am the most witty, clever witch on Earth. There is absolutely nothing that could change my mind about the fore mentioned fact. Life is beautiful, love is beautiful and I am beautiful too. The most enchanting man tried to chat me up tonight. He was simply dreamy! Tall and just oozing with sexuality; he had eyes like melted chocolate and a body that would make Greek Gods green with envy. All for me, lucky girl that I am. His name is... darn, what is his name? Hummm, he wrote it down on a card for me so I must have it somewhere, but am on to high a cloud to look for it now. Anyway, he was all that is pleasant and seemed ever so interested in me.
How did I meet said god? Well, it was in class actually. He sat in on a lecture and saw me across the room. After class he followed me to the campus café where he bought me a coffee and we talked about all things intellectual. This one is a keeper. Ah, but nothing is perfect and so I must confess what hopefully will be easily overcome.
He is not blonde. Not that I ever had a soft spot for blondes, but some how I think he would be much improved if he was one. Also, he was too kind and engaging. Has he no backbone? What sort of man has no biting comment on his lips? What am I saying? Do I want a man with whom I can easily verbally spar? Of course not. So what am I complaining about?
Anyway, my unnamed man asked me out to dinner next week. Joy! I have a date with wonderful hunk of a man who has good teeth and a nice income with whom I can discuss great literary works and fine art.
September twenty-first, ten minuets after I finished that last bit
Goodness, I was so wrapped up in wonder man that I completely forgot to tell you my news. All the seniors are going to be paired up with a grad student to help us with our senior projects. From what I gather, our thesis titles will be put on a list and passed around to the grad students. They will then pick a topic that is of interest to them and the pairs will be formed on a first come basis. Would not it be marvelous if my new man picked me? Maybe I can drop hints if things between us work out.
September twenty-eighth, early evening
Saw that prat Malfoy while on date with new man, whose name happens to be Marty no wonder I forgot it. Any way, I was absolutely wonderful to him. I managed to be terribly snooty and treat him like he was a flobberworm. He did not help himself by being a flustered. I guess he and Marty are mates and in a lot of classes together. Malfoy must have been much taken aback to see the two of us together because he was not his usually nasty self and did not get any good burns in at all. How odd.
~}~}~}@
"What the devil was she doing on a date with Marty bloody Waspen!" Draco pounded his head against the solid cherry wood of his head board. He snorted and continued in the same vein "Did you see the two of them, holding hands across the table and making eyes at each other. Simply sickening." He glared at the rooms other occupant, daring him to say something to the contrary. Blaise balanced and made a noise in agreement. "What does she see in him? He is a stuffed shirt, a real kill joy. Did not he make headboy his year? Wasn't he a ravenclaw? What the hell is her problem!" He sat up on his bed and punched his pillow.
"Who is it we are talking about again?" Blaise asked, his voice slightly hesitant.
"Virginia Weasley and that worm Waspen."