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Virginia sat and played with her food. Interesting really, she had no real friends in Gryffindor except for the friends of her brothers and Harry. And at the moment, they were all ignoring her. Ultimate sin. Turning down Harry and pashing his greatest enemy on the train on the way up. Her lips curved upwards in a smile. It was fun though. She just wanted dinner to be over.
Draco sat and stared at the head of red hair that was Virginia Weasley. She was bored, he could tell. No one was talking to her either. He felt a brief pang of remorse, then reminded himself that it had been her idea.
"Draco, how could you?" Pansy whined at him. "How could you, after all we meant to each other?"
"Easily, Parkinson. I dislike you, and if it hadn't been that going to a whore was expensive, I never would have fucked you. In the past, get over it." He stood up and pushed his chair back. "Now, as impossible as it may be for you all, I am going to invite Ginny over to our table. Like or lump. Just don't talk to me about it. And you will be nice, all of you." He said, sweeping the table with a glare that promised death to the ones who disobeyed. "Or you'll find out how nasty I can be." He strode over to the Gryffindor table, ignoring the whispered exclamations. Fuck the lot of them. "Cin, come sit with me? I made them promise to be nice."
"I'd be delighted to, Draco. Very boring conversation here. I have now discovered that Gryffindor loyalty is not all it's cracked up to be." She said, rising out of her chair. Thank Merlin he'd come. She took his offered hand and walked arm in arm with him to the Slytherin table. He sat down and she sat on his lap, snuggling into his chest. He was so nice and warm. He nibbled on her neck, smelling her. She giggled as his breath tickled her sensitive skin.
"Oh please." A voice whispered in disgust. Draco's head snapped up as Virginia's smile faded.
"Who said that?" He snarled. Silence. "Who FUCKING said that?!" You could have frozen lava on his voice. "I will find out, you know. Someone sitting near you will have a dirty secret they don't want told, and they'll tell me. Save a lot of problems and make me less angry if you tell me now." He stared down the table, looking for the flicker that meant that person had said it.
"Don't worry about it, Draco. But if you find out who said it, let me help? Please? Pretty please? I have ideas repressed under all that gryff goodness." She licked her lips in mimed anticipation. Draco stared at her.
"The more I get to know you, the more I think you should have been put in Slytherin, Weasel. But if you want, you can help."
"S'all good, Ferret." A gasp echoed around the table. They were all under pain of death never to mention that to him. She wrinkled her nose at them. "Me and the amazing bouncing Ferret, we get along famously. He calls me Weasel, so I call him Ferret. Same kinda things, weasels and ferrets. Closely related in nature, you know." She giggled. "But none of you better call him that. I learnt some nasty things from Tom Riddle." She smiled at the horrified looks on their faces. "Isn't that right, Draco?"
"Whatever you say, Cin." He laughed. "Whatever you say."
"Good. I like this. I have Draco Malfoy under my thumb."
"Not quite under your thumb, pet." He whispered in her ear. He shifted his knees, making his meaning clear. Her peal of laughter rang out over the tables, bringing odd stares from all. She waved cheekily to the professors' table, smiling widely. Dumbledore waved back.
"We go? People are leaving. Dinner's basically over." She grinned suddenly. "A performance to set them all back?" She whispered in his ear.
"Sounds like a good idea, and I haven't kissed you in such a long time." They both got up and walked to the door of the Great Hall. Once there, they halted and blocked the doorway while they pashed. Draco's hands started roving over Virginia's arse, and her hands were all over his back as well. Then they seemed to recollect where they were, looked around at everyone, laughed, then ran off hand in hand, Virginia leading the way. They spun around a corner into an empty classroom, laughing hysterically.
"That was amazing! Oh, the looks on their faces! Oh Merlin, that was funny!" She gasped, wiping tears from her eyes as she dropped onto a bench. She lay down onto her back on the bench, and idly kicked her legs.
"Haven't had that much fun in ages myself. I could see Potter's face from over your shoulder and he looked pissed. In fact, all the gryffs past first I could see looked pissed. The first years just looked confused." He rubbed his thumb over his lip thoughtfully as he stared at her. "Merlin, but you're beautiful." He walked over and lay on top of her, holding his upper body above hers, arms braced. "What is it that you do to me?"
She smiled lazily up at him. "Ah, ah, ah Draco. Age of consent, remember. The big one six. Before then touchy-feely is ok, but the big one is a no. A little thing called statutory rape."
"You think that would stop me?" He said, leaning in close.
"No, I depend on you to stop us both. I trust you that much." She said seriously. His face closed down and he scrambled away from her. "Draco? What's wrong?" She said in a concerned voice, sitting up. He looked up at her from his seated position on the floor, eyes shimmering with tears.
"Don't, don't trust me. I'm not worth it." He looked away. "And I'll let you down. Better off to trust Potter, he won't. Always off to save the fucking world, and doing it every time. Him and my father, both, made me what I am. Can't help but wonder that if Potter had actually listened past my Malfoyness, I'd be better for it." While Draco was talking, Virginia got up and walked over to him. She embraced him and just let him talk himself out. If he needed someone to talk to who wouldn't cash in on it, she would do it. "Everyone looks at me, and forces me into the Malfoy mould. What if I didn't want to be this way? What if I had wanted to be a person who other people actually looked forward to seeing?" His voice choked up and he shook his head. "Fuck, the closest thing I have to a friend is Crabbe and Goyle, and they only put up with me because their fathers told them to."
"I've been glad to see you, tonight at dinner. When we got off the train. I thought, hey there's that sexy guy who makes me laugh. I think there's more to you then you let on, Draco Malfoy. I've found all this stuff that you keep hidden in less then a day's acquaintance, and I've got the feeling that there is still more to find out. I think you need a gryff, we don't talk about the things our friends tell us. A little bit of gryff honesty and loyalty will do you good. I've found out that under the hostile exterior of Malfoyness, that there's a guy worth knowing, and worth fighting for. Ferret and Weasel against the world, hey?" She snuggled into his arms, and blinked up at him. Then she drew his head down to hers and gently licked away the tears on his face. He snorted and started to move his head away. "Stay still!" She snapped at him, and continued her ministrations.
"You're very like a cat, you know that? Have to call you kitten, now."
"Well, I need another name to call you then. Wyrm, perhaps. Another meaning of draco is the great Wyrm, w-y-r-m. Or Dragon, but that's just too evident. I know, call you Smaugh!"
"Smaugh?"
"A dragon, I'll give you the book. He dies in the story, so maybe it's not such a good name. Have to find one though." She stood up and leant down to give him a hand up. "People will be wondering what happened to us, better go. My rep as a sweet innocent girl is now shot to pieces, but you're worth it I think. And they can all go to hell." She leant against him for a moment then went to the door and looked out. "All clear, let's go."
"I'll walk you back to the gryff rooms. Slytherins have nasty suspicious minds, and I'm very much a Slytherin. Perhaps someone tries to hurt you? They'd die, but it will have still happened." Draco looked worried as he followed her. "Fuck, this whole caring about someone is complicated." Virginia looked back at him and laughed. She started to run, and he chased her, the two of them laughing like children. He caught her and picked her up and whirled her around. "You good for me, know that?"
"Glad to be." She kissed him gently. "Here's my common room entrance. Oh fuck. I don't know my password." She looked distressed for a minute. "Let me in, please?" She asked the Fat Lady.
"Sorry, dear. Rules are rules. Like to, but can't."
"Tell me the password? You know I'm a Gryffindor."
"You may be, but he isn't."
"Locked out by a painting. How embarrassing." Virginia said with a laugh.
"That just means we have more time to pash. Someone will be along soon." Draco said with a wicked smile and suited action to word.
Who envies her more now! Oh the sheer unfairness of it all. Isn't Draco sweet?
Virginia sat and played with her food. Interesting really, she had no real friends in Gryffindor except for the friends of her brothers and Harry. And at the moment, they were all ignoring her. Ultimate sin. Turning down Harry and pashing his greatest enemy on the train on the way up. Her lips curved upwards in a smile. It was fun though. She just wanted dinner to be over.
Draco sat and stared at the head of red hair that was Virginia Weasley. She was bored, he could tell. No one was talking to her either. He felt a brief pang of remorse, then reminded himself that it had been her idea.
"Draco, how could you?" Pansy whined at him. "How could you, after all we meant to each other?"
"Easily, Parkinson. I dislike you, and if it hadn't been that going to a whore was expensive, I never would have fucked you. In the past, get over it." He stood up and pushed his chair back. "Now, as impossible as it may be for you all, I am going to invite Ginny over to our table. Like or lump. Just don't talk to me about it. And you will be nice, all of you." He said, sweeping the table with a glare that promised death to the ones who disobeyed. "Or you'll find out how nasty I can be." He strode over to the Gryffindor table, ignoring the whispered exclamations. Fuck the lot of them. "Cin, come sit with me? I made them promise to be nice."
"I'd be delighted to, Draco. Very boring conversation here. I have now discovered that Gryffindor loyalty is not all it's cracked up to be." She said, rising out of her chair. Thank Merlin he'd come. She took his offered hand and walked arm in arm with him to the Slytherin table. He sat down and she sat on his lap, snuggling into his chest. He was so nice and warm. He nibbled on her neck, smelling her. She giggled as his breath tickled her sensitive skin.
"Oh please." A voice whispered in disgust. Draco's head snapped up as Virginia's smile faded.
"Who said that?" He snarled. Silence. "Who FUCKING said that?!" You could have frozen lava on his voice. "I will find out, you know. Someone sitting near you will have a dirty secret they don't want told, and they'll tell me. Save a lot of problems and make me less angry if you tell me now." He stared down the table, looking for the flicker that meant that person had said it.
"Don't worry about it, Draco. But if you find out who said it, let me help? Please? Pretty please? I have ideas repressed under all that gryff goodness." She licked her lips in mimed anticipation. Draco stared at her.
"The more I get to know you, the more I think you should have been put in Slytherin, Weasel. But if you want, you can help."
"S'all good, Ferret." A gasp echoed around the table. They were all under pain of death never to mention that to him. She wrinkled her nose at them. "Me and the amazing bouncing Ferret, we get along famously. He calls me Weasel, so I call him Ferret. Same kinda things, weasels and ferrets. Closely related in nature, you know." She giggled. "But none of you better call him that. I learnt some nasty things from Tom Riddle." She smiled at the horrified looks on their faces. "Isn't that right, Draco?"
"Whatever you say, Cin." He laughed. "Whatever you say."
"Good. I like this. I have Draco Malfoy under my thumb."
"Not quite under your thumb, pet." He whispered in her ear. He shifted his knees, making his meaning clear. Her peal of laughter rang out over the tables, bringing odd stares from all. She waved cheekily to the professors' table, smiling widely. Dumbledore waved back.
"We go? People are leaving. Dinner's basically over." She grinned suddenly. "A performance to set them all back?" She whispered in his ear.
"Sounds like a good idea, and I haven't kissed you in such a long time." They both got up and walked to the door of the Great Hall. Once there, they halted and blocked the doorway while they pashed. Draco's hands started roving over Virginia's arse, and her hands were all over his back as well. Then they seemed to recollect where they were, looked around at everyone, laughed, then ran off hand in hand, Virginia leading the way. They spun around a corner into an empty classroom, laughing hysterically.
"That was amazing! Oh, the looks on their faces! Oh Merlin, that was funny!" She gasped, wiping tears from her eyes as she dropped onto a bench. She lay down onto her back on the bench, and idly kicked her legs.
"Haven't had that much fun in ages myself. I could see Potter's face from over your shoulder and he looked pissed. In fact, all the gryffs past first I could see looked pissed. The first years just looked confused." He rubbed his thumb over his lip thoughtfully as he stared at her. "Merlin, but you're beautiful." He walked over and lay on top of her, holding his upper body above hers, arms braced. "What is it that you do to me?"
She smiled lazily up at him. "Ah, ah, ah Draco. Age of consent, remember. The big one six. Before then touchy-feely is ok, but the big one is a no. A little thing called statutory rape."
"You think that would stop me?" He said, leaning in close.
"No, I depend on you to stop us both. I trust you that much." She said seriously. His face closed down and he scrambled away from her. "Draco? What's wrong?" She said in a concerned voice, sitting up. He looked up at her from his seated position on the floor, eyes shimmering with tears.
"Don't, don't trust me. I'm not worth it." He looked away. "And I'll let you down. Better off to trust Potter, he won't. Always off to save the fucking world, and doing it every time. Him and my father, both, made me what I am. Can't help but wonder that if Potter had actually listened past my Malfoyness, I'd be better for it." While Draco was talking, Virginia got up and walked over to him. She embraced him and just let him talk himself out. If he needed someone to talk to who wouldn't cash in on it, she would do it. "Everyone looks at me, and forces me into the Malfoy mould. What if I didn't want to be this way? What if I had wanted to be a person who other people actually looked forward to seeing?" His voice choked up and he shook his head. "Fuck, the closest thing I have to a friend is Crabbe and Goyle, and they only put up with me because their fathers told them to."
"I've been glad to see you, tonight at dinner. When we got off the train. I thought, hey there's that sexy guy who makes me laugh. I think there's more to you then you let on, Draco Malfoy. I've found all this stuff that you keep hidden in less then a day's acquaintance, and I've got the feeling that there is still more to find out. I think you need a gryff, we don't talk about the things our friends tell us. A little bit of gryff honesty and loyalty will do you good. I've found out that under the hostile exterior of Malfoyness, that there's a guy worth knowing, and worth fighting for. Ferret and Weasel against the world, hey?" She snuggled into his arms, and blinked up at him. Then she drew his head down to hers and gently licked away the tears on his face. He snorted and started to move his head away. "Stay still!" She snapped at him, and continued her ministrations.
"You're very like a cat, you know that? Have to call you kitten, now."
"Well, I need another name to call you then. Wyrm, perhaps. Another meaning of draco is the great Wyrm, w-y-r-m. Or Dragon, but that's just too evident. I know, call you Smaugh!"
"Smaugh?"
"A dragon, I'll give you the book. He dies in the story, so maybe it's not such a good name. Have to find one though." She stood up and leant down to give him a hand up. "People will be wondering what happened to us, better go. My rep as a sweet innocent girl is now shot to pieces, but you're worth it I think. And they can all go to hell." She leant against him for a moment then went to the door and looked out. "All clear, let's go."
"I'll walk you back to the gryff rooms. Slytherins have nasty suspicious minds, and I'm very much a Slytherin. Perhaps someone tries to hurt you? They'd die, but it will have still happened." Draco looked worried as he followed her. "Fuck, this whole caring about someone is complicated." Virginia looked back at him and laughed. She started to run, and he chased her, the two of them laughing like children. He caught her and picked her up and whirled her around. "You good for me, know that?"
"Glad to be." She kissed him gently. "Here's my common room entrance. Oh fuck. I don't know my password." She looked distressed for a minute. "Let me in, please?" She asked the Fat Lady.
"Sorry, dear. Rules are rules. Like to, but can't."
"Tell me the password? You know I'm a Gryffindor."
"You may be, but he isn't."
"Locked out by a painting. How embarrassing." Virginia said with a laugh.
"That just means we have more time to pash. Someone will be along soon." Draco said with a wicked smile and suited action to word.
Who envies her more now! Oh the sheer unfairness of it all. Isn't Draco sweet?