Roast plot bunny for dinner, peeps! Hehehe. Mmmm, bunny. Thanks to my
reviewers, even the flamers. Of course, the flames were used to toast
marshmallows and they were all nice and crispy. Dobby says thank you too.
He liked the marshmallows. But I was disappointed at the originality of the
flames. Of course Voldemort is a sexually perverted person thing. He's the
Dark Lord for crying out loud. You think he'd stick to nice, conventional
missionary position het sex? Of course not. And his followers are as
perverted as he is. Why am I even bothering? I posted warnings. And my
license as creative artist is sacrosanct. As it should be. Sooooo, hi ho!
Hi ho! It's off to the story we go! *whistles*
A few days later, in the cool recesses of the library, Virginia nibbled the end of her quill as she thought about what to write next. She briefly scanned the missive she was composing and grinned happily. Exactly the right tone. Almost guaranteed to send Voldemort into a frothing rabid fit, but polite. A few more sentences and she'd be done. A mouth lazily kissed the back of her neck. "I hope that's you Ferret, or you'll be in pain." She said evenly as she scribbled out the end of the message.
"Is that it?" Draco said as he sat down next to her. They spoke in whispers, careful not to annoy the librarian.
"Mmhmm. Want to read it?" She signed it, V. Weasley.
"Yeah." Draco took it from her offering hand and read it. A grin spread over his face. "You are so polite, but it just screams insult. You are exceptionally good at this. C'mon, let's owl it." Draco and Virginia walked out of the library together and went to the school Owlery. "Do you have an owl?"
"I don't actually have a familiar." Virginia said briefly, turning her eyes from Draco's, not wanting to see the almost certain pity.
"I'll buy you one." Draco watched her carefully. If she was in this for the money. . . "Don't buy me anything!" She hissed in a furious whisper. "That is the last thing I want, people calling me a whore as well as a stupid slut." She blinked away tears.
"Who said that?" Draco said angrily. "Tell me Cin, and they will be in such extreme f***ing pain. . ." Virginia shushed him with a finger to his lips.
"Don' worry about it. Words are words. Stupid petty people say stupid petty things. 'Sides, they're just jealous. I've got the sexiest, handsomest guy in the school hot for me." She teased. "Where's your owl?"
"Well, it's not exactly an owl." Draco admitted sheepishly as she followed him through the Owlery. "Father is nuts about this whole pureblood, old wizarding families and prestige and stuff like that. . . Pretty stupid really. And he got me this to run my messages." He said with a sigh as they climbed to the top of a tower, and he revealed a cage, quite separate from all the other owls. "Voila." He drew back the curtain to expose a black hawk, which screamed irritably at them. "It bites everyone, but it's different and it's a merlin. Yeah, stupid play on words I know." He said helplessly as Virginia started to laugh. "Stop it!"
"I know I shouldn't laugh," She said between giggles, "But oh Merlin, your father is conceited!" She leaned on him as she whooped her way to silence. The hawk eyed her nastily and tried to bite her. "You be nice, or I'll set Crookshanks on you." The hawk looked startled and shut up. Draco gingerly took the hawk out, and hooded it. He tied the message to its leg and opened a window in the ceiling, unhooded it and se it through. It circled for a minute then headed almost directly north.
"Well, at least it set out going the right way." Draco said worriedly, as he watched the hawk disappear.
"Lighten up Draco." Virginia said, rolling her eyes, then she pinched his arse. Draco yelped and turned around to stare at her murderously. She laughed, and bolted down the stairs, exciting all the owls. She nearly flew out the door and slammed it shut behind her, then leaned against it.
"Cin! Let me out!" Draco yelled as he pounded on the door. "I'm warning you!"
"You can stay in there until you calm down." Virginia told him in a prim voice.
"Ow! Damn it! Gerroff! Stupid f***ing owl!" Draco stopped pounding on the door. Virginia put her ear to the door and listened carefully. Lots of owl screeches and howls of pain from Draco.
"What is going on Ginny?" She heard a voice ask. Virginia looked up into Harry's face.
"I'm not sure." She said as she listened closely. "Stand back." Virginia flung open the door and moved hurriedly to one side as Draco fell out of the door. Two owls circled him, diving and screeching. Well, one proper owl and a flying feathery tennis ball. "Pigwidgeon! You leave Draco alone this instance!" Virginia stamped her foot crossly.
"Hedwig! Come here now." Harry said, after looking at Virginia's face. The owls desisted after a few more pecks and hovered. "Hedwig!" Hedwig glided in and landed on Harry's outstretched arm. Pig was on Virginia's shoulder and trying to make up, by nibbling her ear and hooting apologies. Draco groaned and uncovered his head.
"Are they gone?" Virginia gasped as she saw the bleeding scratches that covered his face. Draco rose wobblingly to his feet then fell over again. Harry started to laugh, then stopped and tried to pretend that he had never done such a thing when Virginia glared at him. "F***." Draco said quietly as he stared up at the sky. "Can I kill them? Please?"
"No. Pigwidgeon is sorry and he won't do it again. And I'm sure Harry will make sure Hedwig doesn't do it again either."
"What the f***? Potter's here?" Draco raised himself onto his elbows and squinted, looking for Harry. When he saw him, he groaned and lay back down. "Could my day really be any worse?"
"C'mon Draco. You need to go to the infirmary." Virginia said as she helped him to his feet. Draco glared blearily at Harry through the blood seeping from cuts over his eyes.
"You say one word Potter, one f***ing word. . ." Draco threatened as Virginia led him off to the infirmary.
Pomfrey fussed over him, then sent him back to the Slytherin common rooms. Draco brooded alone, because Virginia had gone back to the Gryffindor common room and laughed until her sides ached. It had just been too funny with Pig swooping over him and Draco shielding his face. Sorta funny but at the same time not. Just as watching people getting hurt is funny because it's not you in that situation. But you wince all the same.
'Ere we go, 'ere we go, 'ere we go, 'ere we gooooo! Yeah Ginny! Thanx my reviewers, I love you all! Over a hundred reviews, oh yeah, I'm good! And of course Blaise is a boy. I had to make him a boy didn't I? J.K doesn't actually say whether Blaise is a boy or a girl, and it is spelled that way, I checked. Though I personally feel a threesome with another girl would be more likely with Draco. He's just so sexy, and as he said, he doesn't need help. I know the remarks are a little disjointed, but I'm ahead and replying to my reviews at the same time. Odd, peculiar, bizarre and all the way round like me!
A few days later, in the cool recesses of the library, Virginia nibbled the end of her quill as she thought about what to write next. She briefly scanned the missive she was composing and grinned happily. Exactly the right tone. Almost guaranteed to send Voldemort into a frothing rabid fit, but polite. A few more sentences and she'd be done. A mouth lazily kissed the back of her neck. "I hope that's you Ferret, or you'll be in pain." She said evenly as she scribbled out the end of the message.
"Is that it?" Draco said as he sat down next to her. They spoke in whispers, careful not to annoy the librarian.
"Mmhmm. Want to read it?" She signed it, V. Weasley.
"Yeah." Draco took it from her offering hand and read it. A grin spread over his face. "You are so polite, but it just screams insult. You are exceptionally good at this. C'mon, let's owl it." Draco and Virginia walked out of the library together and went to the school Owlery. "Do you have an owl?"
"I don't actually have a familiar." Virginia said briefly, turning her eyes from Draco's, not wanting to see the almost certain pity.
"I'll buy you one." Draco watched her carefully. If she was in this for the money. . . "Don't buy me anything!" She hissed in a furious whisper. "That is the last thing I want, people calling me a whore as well as a stupid slut." She blinked away tears.
"Who said that?" Draco said angrily. "Tell me Cin, and they will be in such extreme f***ing pain. . ." Virginia shushed him with a finger to his lips.
"Don' worry about it. Words are words. Stupid petty people say stupid petty things. 'Sides, they're just jealous. I've got the sexiest, handsomest guy in the school hot for me." She teased. "Where's your owl?"
"Well, it's not exactly an owl." Draco admitted sheepishly as she followed him through the Owlery. "Father is nuts about this whole pureblood, old wizarding families and prestige and stuff like that. . . Pretty stupid really. And he got me this to run my messages." He said with a sigh as they climbed to the top of a tower, and he revealed a cage, quite separate from all the other owls. "Voila." He drew back the curtain to expose a black hawk, which screamed irritably at them. "It bites everyone, but it's different and it's a merlin. Yeah, stupid play on words I know." He said helplessly as Virginia started to laugh. "Stop it!"
"I know I shouldn't laugh," She said between giggles, "But oh Merlin, your father is conceited!" She leaned on him as she whooped her way to silence. The hawk eyed her nastily and tried to bite her. "You be nice, or I'll set Crookshanks on you." The hawk looked startled and shut up. Draco gingerly took the hawk out, and hooded it. He tied the message to its leg and opened a window in the ceiling, unhooded it and se it through. It circled for a minute then headed almost directly north.
"Well, at least it set out going the right way." Draco said worriedly, as he watched the hawk disappear.
"Lighten up Draco." Virginia said, rolling her eyes, then she pinched his arse. Draco yelped and turned around to stare at her murderously. She laughed, and bolted down the stairs, exciting all the owls. She nearly flew out the door and slammed it shut behind her, then leaned against it.
"Cin! Let me out!" Draco yelled as he pounded on the door. "I'm warning you!"
"You can stay in there until you calm down." Virginia told him in a prim voice.
"Ow! Damn it! Gerroff! Stupid f***ing owl!" Draco stopped pounding on the door. Virginia put her ear to the door and listened carefully. Lots of owl screeches and howls of pain from Draco.
"What is going on Ginny?" She heard a voice ask. Virginia looked up into Harry's face.
"I'm not sure." She said as she listened closely. "Stand back." Virginia flung open the door and moved hurriedly to one side as Draco fell out of the door. Two owls circled him, diving and screeching. Well, one proper owl and a flying feathery tennis ball. "Pigwidgeon! You leave Draco alone this instance!" Virginia stamped her foot crossly.
"Hedwig! Come here now." Harry said, after looking at Virginia's face. The owls desisted after a few more pecks and hovered. "Hedwig!" Hedwig glided in and landed on Harry's outstretched arm. Pig was on Virginia's shoulder and trying to make up, by nibbling her ear and hooting apologies. Draco groaned and uncovered his head.
"Are they gone?" Virginia gasped as she saw the bleeding scratches that covered his face. Draco rose wobblingly to his feet then fell over again. Harry started to laugh, then stopped and tried to pretend that he had never done such a thing when Virginia glared at him. "F***." Draco said quietly as he stared up at the sky. "Can I kill them? Please?"
"No. Pigwidgeon is sorry and he won't do it again. And I'm sure Harry will make sure Hedwig doesn't do it again either."
"What the f***? Potter's here?" Draco raised himself onto his elbows and squinted, looking for Harry. When he saw him, he groaned and lay back down. "Could my day really be any worse?"
"C'mon Draco. You need to go to the infirmary." Virginia said as she helped him to his feet. Draco glared blearily at Harry through the blood seeping from cuts over his eyes.
"You say one word Potter, one f***ing word. . ." Draco threatened as Virginia led him off to the infirmary.
Pomfrey fussed over him, then sent him back to the Slytherin common rooms. Draco brooded alone, because Virginia had gone back to the Gryffindor common room and laughed until her sides ached. It had just been too funny with Pig swooping over him and Draco shielding his face. Sorta funny but at the same time not. Just as watching people getting hurt is funny because it's not you in that situation. But you wince all the same.
'Ere we go, 'ere we go, 'ere we go, 'ere we gooooo! Yeah Ginny! Thanx my reviewers, I love you all! Over a hundred reviews, oh yeah, I'm good! And of course Blaise is a boy. I had to make him a boy didn't I? J.K doesn't actually say whether Blaise is a boy or a girl, and it is spelled that way, I checked. Though I personally feel a threesome with another girl would be more likely with Draco. He's just so sexy, and as he said, he doesn't need help. I know the remarks are a little disjointed, but I'm ahead and replying to my reviews at the same time. Odd, peculiar, bizarre and all the way round like me!