Stupid Greek Muse! You know, this is kinda bad. I have a good Muse, and an
evil Muse. My good Muse is Greek, and I can't understand a thing she says.
And my evil Muse is Draco, and I can understand what he says. This may
cause problems. Oh, and I don't really own Draco. He haunts me, and if I
could get rid of him, I wo- Damn it Draco! Ow! No, really, he's more
trouble then he's worth. Ow! Draco, you'll be pashing Potter next. *Draco
looks very afraid* That's better. I will shortly be publishing a book
called 'How to control your Muse when they are one of your characters. . .'
And so forth.
Draco and Virginia waited for dark, and the beginning of the playing times. While Draco managed to buy a bottle of something or other, Virginia insisted on a nightclub as being the only place to get drunk properly. So they just got a little silly.
The twins worried and were almost drowned by a kelpie. They actually sat on its back, and then didn't switch the bridles in time. Hagrid's only comment was they were lucky it wasn't the Ech-Ushyka.
Ron and Hermione, while going to all their classes, still managed to pash lots. Ron worried about Ginny a little, but girlfriends are very good at being distracting.
Harry lay in his bed and worried as his wounds healed. Suicide was looking as a definite option here.
And let's have a look at some of our other characters on this stage called psuedo-life, in the play dictated by a madwoman. Mwwahhhahahhhahaaaa.
"Hurry up!" Melanie whined as Remus tried to remember the password to Dumbledore's office. "Head teacher guy is greatly needed!"
"Uh, Humbugs." Remus ventured and sighed in relief as the griffin started to turn, revealing a set of stairs.
"Finally!" Melanie grabbed his hand and bounced up the stairs. Remus sighed as his arm was nearly pulled out of its socket, and his hand seemed to be freezing off. A minor note on that light of night spell. The light was freezing cold. "Dumbledore! Dumbledore! Big bad guys on the hunt! And when I say bad, I mean bad!"
"What is the matter, Melanie, Remus?" Dumbledore said calmly as the two burst into his office.
"Big problems for the red head! What's her name, Remus?"
"Virginia Weasley. But besides from her, it could be a disaster for the entire wizarding world."
"Dark Lord is recruiting vamps again. I know I joined last time, but no way in hell am I doing it this time. Nasty. Voldemort can take his job and shove it up his. . ." Melanie noticed the frantic signals Remus was making to her, and stopped on that line of conversation, "But the vamp that tried to sign me up this time around, said to report to Malfoy Manor. I wish I hadn't dusted him now!" Melanie suddenly screamed and her eyes flared into sapphire light. "Little red will be in such trouble. Said her boyfriend was a Malfoy."
"She knows, Melanie. She knows. And she's offered to do what Draco is doing." Dumbledore said with a tired sigh.
"Which is?" Remus said, a very real look of fear in his eyes.
"As she put it, to play the double game." Dumbledore put his head in his hands and massaged his forehead. "Draco and Virginia are doing something very dangerous, and though I wish did not have to accept their offers, Voldemort is apparently fascinated with Virginia. So she is already in danger, and she has offered to make use of it."
"And you let this child, for she is a child, do this?" Melanie said slowly, the blue light dimming down. "You wizards are in such deep shit with Dark Lord, aren't you?"
"That is a way to put it, yes." Dumbledore said with a wry chuckle. "Another way to put it is that the Ministry of Magic refuses to see that there is a problem, despite Cedric Diggory's death during the Triwizard Cup, or what happened last year."
"That's right. . .Harry got kidnapped again, and what else exactly happened, I was never made privy to." Remus said slowly.
"And that's the best way to leave it." Dumbledore said as he closed his book with a snap. "You know more then most already."
"If you're sure that red'll be all right. . ." Melanie said steadily. "Then I'll leave it in your hopefully capable hands. Better get back to that closet. I'm sure there's another class coming up, hey wolf boy?"
"Yes. Thank you, Dumbledore." Remus said as he started to gently lead Melanie out of the room.
Very much later that night, a decidedly drunk pair of students made their way fairly quietly through the halls. Virginia giggled as Draco started kissing all over her neck again. The nightclub had been fun, and her homicidal tendencies towards Harry had definitely dimmed under the happy haze of alcohol. Draco mumbled something into her neck. "What?" Virginia said, as she hadn't heard him properly.
"Gotta es, escort a lady up to her room. It's tha thing to be done, doncha know." Draco slurred.
"Alrigh." Virginia answered agreeably. Laughing softly and hiding in classrooms from Filch and Mrs. Norris, they finally made it up to the Gryffindor common room. "Candied violets, and thank you ever so much." Virginia said as she tried to control her speech patterns.
"You're out late, dear." The Fat Lady said worriedly as she swung open. "As long as it's just this once. . .I suppose I can let you in. And not tell McGonagall." Virginia led Draco, who was covered in the Invisibility Cloak up to her dorm room.
"Silencio." Virginia mumbled so that none of her dorm mates would wake up. "C'mon." She led Draco by the hand to her bed, which he tripped her into. "Damn it, Draco." She said tiredly as he fell onto the bed beside her. She scooted over so he would fit. "Night."
"Night." He answered and gave her a good night kiss. He fell asleep holding her. Virginia decided she'd worried about him being in her bed in the morning and kicked her boots off. She fell asleep a little while later.
The Next Morning. . .
Virginia woke up to a blinding headache and a chorus of screams. "Oh fuck." She mumbled and pushed Draco's arm off her waist. He just murmured in his sleep and kept sleeping. Keeping her eyes tightly closed against the horrible light, she fumbled the curtains open. "What?" She said carefully, concentrating on keeping her brain intact.
"Draco, in your BED!!" She heard a girl scream.
"Yeah, so? We didn't do anything. He's still got his boots on, for fuck's sake. We were both too drunk to do anything." Virginia kinda fell onto the floor. "Jesus Christ." She mumbled into the red and gold carpet. Groaning, she picked herself up and shambled over to her dresser. The screams continued. She examined her eyes and her tongue in the mirror. "Look, can you just shut the FUCK up!" She turned around and snarled. The room fell into a shocked silence. "Thank you." She said and turned back to the mirror.
"Ginny, what's going on?" Oh great. Just fan-fucking-tastic. Hermione entered the room and gaped at the sight of Draco lounging on Virginia's bed. "You, Draco, what?!"
"Get a grip, girl." Virginia moaned, trying to hold her head together. "Check out the degree of clothing on both of us."
"Hermione? What's going on?" Ron called out worriedly.
"Ron? If you come in here, you have to promise not to hurt me, or the person in my bed." Virginia called out.
"WHAT?!! I'm gonna kill the son of a bitch!" On reflection, probably not the best thing to say.
Virginia ran over to her bed and dived on Draco.
"Hello? Whose bed are we in?" Draco said as he stared into Virginia's terrified eyes.
"Mine. My brother's coming. This is preemptive safety." Virginia muttered.
"Oh. Alright." Draco said with a grin and he shifted her a little so she was laying full length across him. Draco kissed her, ignoring the screams. Virginia leant in and let him kiss away her troubles.
"Do you know a hangover charm?"
"Yeah." Draco fumbled his wand into his hand and cast the charm on both of them.
"Thank you, so much." Virginia sighed as the headache receded. Draco patted her back and hugged her tight.
"Go away, Weasley." Draco said in bored tones to Ron, who was gaping. "She's fine, I have in no way besmirched her honor. C'mon, up you get." He pushed Virginia off him gently and stood up. "I just performed an age old remedy for forgetting troubles. Getting drunk."
"You went out and got my baby sister drunk!" Ron howled. "I am going to kill you!"
"No, you're not." Virginia said firmly. "C'mon, Draco, your robes are around here somewhere." Virginia stumbled over to her wardrobe and rummaged around in it.
"His robes?" Ron spluttered.
"Yeah, he left them here yesterday." She mumbled, not really listening. "Here." She handed them to Draco, and he shrugged them over his head. "I like the muggle clothes on you better." Virginia said with a pout.
"And that's another thing, where did you get those clothes!" Ron said in a frustrated way as she continued to ignore him.
"Ron, out. I'm gonna get changed." Virginia told him as she shoved him towards the door.
"But, Draco,"
"Has already seen me in my underwear. Good bye." Virginia rapidly got changed, brushed her hair and sprayed deodorant around her. "It'll do until I can shower. C'mon, let's go face the shocked and suspicious crowds." She led Draco by the hand out to the common room, regally ignoring Hermione and the other girls in her dorm. Draco was silently laughing at the expressions on their faces, until he reached the common room, and a very pissed off looking McGonagall was standing in the middle of it. "The shit has hit the fan." Virginia said softly, as she shrank back into Draco, her eyes wide.
"Miss Weasley, Mr Malfoy." McGonagall said slowly. "I am glad to see that you returned safely to school, however," She took a deep breath, "However, your behaviour has been reprehensible and foolhardy. Will you please accompany me to the headmaster's office." Draco and Virginia exchanged a wondering look, then followed McGonagall out of the portrait hole.
Virginia rolled her eyes at Draco. "Told ya."
"Told me what?"
"The shit has hit the fan in such a major, major way. What bet says I get a Howler, another one?"
"I wouldn't make that bet." Draco told her dryly. "Look, we got ourselves a fan club." Collin Creevey stared after them and raised his camera. "Don't even think about it." Draco growled over his shoulder as he stalked after McGonagall.
"I'm surprised there's any one up. What time is it?" Virginia yawned daintily.
"Six thirty."
"You have got to be so fucking kidding. When did we get back?"
"I'm not sure. When the nightclub closed down, we left. And then we pashed for a long while. And then we couldn't get in that tunnel entrance, so we had to find another one. Hagrid nearly caught us when we snuck back into the castle, and then we got lost. Around two, three, would be my guess." Draco snickered as McGonagall led them up to Dumbledore's office once more. "We should just get the password for ourselves and a little private entrance."
"Never would have occurred to me I could see Dumbledore more then, what was it that time when we did all that bad stuff to the Hufflepuffs, ten, fifteen times in one day, not including meals." Virginia and Draco laughed together, then shut up when McGonagall glared at them.
"And there is still the matter of the fight in the corridor and the disgraceful scene in the infirmary. You should be glad to know that Harry will be well enough to go to class tomorrow."
"No, actually." Virginia said sweetly. "I wish he was burning in hell, right this minute." Virginia smiled at the flabbergasted professor and waltzed breezily into Dumbledore's office. Draco just snickered and mouthed 'Mc 'I'mabittervirgin'' to Virginia.
Lots and lots of trouble all around for the two. And I don't know what it is, but I just can't write short fics. They're always long. I like to get all my stuff out, and I tend to think consequentially. So one day follows another. The Ech-Ushyka is a carnivorous waterhorse. It does the usual kelpie trick, but it eats the people it catches, and lets a part of them float to shore the next morning to show the unlucky person's fate. Ew. Kinda nasty, that thing there.
Draco and Virginia waited for dark, and the beginning of the playing times. While Draco managed to buy a bottle of something or other, Virginia insisted on a nightclub as being the only place to get drunk properly. So they just got a little silly.
The twins worried and were almost drowned by a kelpie. They actually sat on its back, and then didn't switch the bridles in time. Hagrid's only comment was they were lucky it wasn't the Ech-Ushyka.
Ron and Hermione, while going to all their classes, still managed to pash lots. Ron worried about Ginny a little, but girlfriends are very good at being distracting.
Harry lay in his bed and worried as his wounds healed. Suicide was looking as a definite option here.
And let's have a look at some of our other characters on this stage called psuedo-life, in the play dictated by a madwoman. Mwwahhhahahhhahaaaa.
"Hurry up!" Melanie whined as Remus tried to remember the password to Dumbledore's office. "Head teacher guy is greatly needed!"
"Uh, Humbugs." Remus ventured and sighed in relief as the griffin started to turn, revealing a set of stairs.
"Finally!" Melanie grabbed his hand and bounced up the stairs. Remus sighed as his arm was nearly pulled out of its socket, and his hand seemed to be freezing off. A minor note on that light of night spell. The light was freezing cold. "Dumbledore! Dumbledore! Big bad guys on the hunt! And when I say bad, I mean bad!"
"What is the matter, Melanie, Remus?" Dumbledore said calmly as the two burst into his office.
"Big problems for the red head! What's her name, Remus?"
"Virginia Weasley. But besides from her, it could be a disaster for the entire wizarding world."
"Dark Lord is recruiting vamps again. I know I joined last time, but no way in hell am I doing it this time. Nasty. Voldemort can take his job and shove it up his. . ." Melanie noticed the frantic signals Remus was making to her, and stopped on that line of conversation, "But the vamp that tried to sign me up this time around, said to report to Malfoy Manor. I wish I hadn't dusted him now!" Melanie suddenly screamed and her eyes flared into sapphire light. "Little red will be in such trouble. Said her boyfriend was a Malfoy."
"She knows, Melanie. She knows. And she's offered to do what Draco is doing." Dumbledore said with a tired sigh.
"Which is?" Remus said, a very real look of fear in his eyes.
"As she put it, to play the double game." Dumbledore put his head in his hands and massaged his forehead. "Draco and Virginia are doing something very dangerous, and though I wish did not have to accept their offers, Voldemort is apparently fascinated with Virginia. So she is already in danger, and she has offered to make use of it."
"And you let this child, for she is a child, do this?" Melanie said slowly, the blue light dimming down. "You wizards are in such deep shit with Dark Lord, aren't you?"
"That is a way to put it, yes." Dumbledore said with a wry chuckle. "Another way to put it is that the Ministry of Magic refuses to see that there is a problem, despite Cedric Diggory's death during the Triwizard Cup, or what happened last year."
"That's right. . .Harry got kidnapped again, and what else exactly happened, I was never made privy to." Remus said slowly.
"And that's the best way to leave it." Dumbledore said as he closed his book with a snap. "You know more then most already."
"If you're sure that red'll be all right. . ." Melanie said steadily. "Then I'll leave it in your hopefully capable hands. Better get back to that closet. I'm sure there's another class coming up, hey wolf boy?"
"Yes. Thank you, Dumbledore." Remus said as he started to gently lead Melanie out of the room.
Very much later that night, a decidedly drunk pair of students made their way fairly quietly through the halls. Virginia giggled as Draco started kissing all over her neck again. The nightclub had been fun, and her homicidal tendencies towards Harry had definitely dimmed under the happy haze of alcohol. Draco mumbled something into her neck. "What?" Virginia said, as she hadn't heard him properly.
"Gotta es, escort a lady up to her room. It's tha thing to be done, doncha know." Draco slurred.
"Alrigh." Virginia answered agreeably. Laughing softly and hiding in classrooms from Filch and Mrs. Norris, they finally made it up to the Gryffindor common room. "Candied violets, and thank you ever so much." Virginia said as she tried to control her speech patterns.
"You're out late, dear." The Fat Lady said worriedly as she swung open. "As long as it's just this once. . .I suppose I can let you in. And not tell McGonagall." Virginia led Draco, who was covered in the Invisibility Cloak up to her dorm room.
"Silencio." Virginia mumbled so that none of her dorm mates would wake up. "C'mon." She led Draco by the hand to her bed, which he tripped her into. "Damn it, Draco." She said tiredly as he fell onto the bed beside her. She scooted over so he would fit. "Night."
"Night." He answered and gave her a good night kiss. He fell asleep holding her. Virginia decided she'd worried about him being in her bed in the morning and kicked her boots off. She fell asleep a little while later.
The Next Morning. . .
Virginia woke up to a blinding headache and a chorus of screams. "Oh fuck." She mumbled and pushed Draco's arm off her waist. He just murmured in his sleep and kept sleeping. Keeping her eyes tightly closed against the horrible light, she fumbled the curtains open. "What?" She said carefully, concentrating on keeping her brain intact.
"Draco, in your BED!!" She heard a girl scream.
"Yeah, so? We didn't do anything. He's still got his boots on, for fuck's sake. We were both too drunk to do anything." Virginia kinda fell onto the floor. "Jesus Christ." She mumbled into the red and gold carpet. Groaning, she picked herself up and shambled over to her dresser. The screams continued. She examined her eyes and her tongue in the mirror. "Look, can you just shut the FUCK up!" She turned around and snarled. The room fell into a shocked silence. "Thank you." She said and turned back to the mirror.
"Ginny, what's going on?" Oh great. Just fan-fucking-tastic. Hermione entered the room and gaped at the sight of Draco lounging on Virginia's bed. "You, Draco, what?!"
"Get a grip, girl." Virginia moaned, trying to hold her head together. "Check out the degree of clothing on both of us."
"Hermione? What's going on?" Ron called out worriedly.
"Ron? If you come in here, you have to promise not to hurt me, or the person in my bed." Virginia called out.
"WHAT?!! I'm gonna kill the son of a bitch!" On reflection, probably not the best thing to say.
Virginia ran over to her bed and dived on Draco.
"Hello? Whose bed are we in?" Draco said as he stared into Virginia's terrified eyes.
"Mine. My brother's coming. This is preemptive safety." Virginia muttered.
"Oh. Alright." Draco said with a grin and he shifted her a little so she was laying full length across him. Draco kissed her, ignoring the screams. Virginia leant in and let him kiss away her troubles.
"Do you know a hangover charm?"
"Yeah." Draco fumbled his wand into his hand and cast the charm on both of them.
"Thank you, so much." Virginia sighed as the headache receded. Draco patted her back and hugged her tight.
"Go away, Weasley." Draco said in bored tones to Ron, who was gaping. "She's fine, I have in no way besmirched her honor. C'mon, up you get." He pushed Virginia off him gently and stood up. "I just performed an age old remedy for forgetting troubles. Getting drunk."
"You went out and got my baby sister drunk!" Ron howled. "I am going to kill you!"
"No, you're not." Virginia said firmly. "C'mon, Draco, your robes are around here somewhere." Virginia stumbled over to her wardrobe and rummaged around in it.
"His robes?" Ron spluttered.
"Yeah, he left them here yesterday." She mumbled, not really listening. "Here." She handed them to Draco, and he shrugged them over his head. "I like the muggle clothes on you better." Virginia said with a pout.
"And that's another thing, where did you get those clothes!" Ron said in a frustrated way as she continued to ignore him.
"Ron, out. I'm gonna get changed." Virginia told him as she shoved him towards the door.
"But, Draco,"
"Has already seen me in my underwear. Good bye." Virginia rapidly got changed, brushed her hair and sprayed deodorant around her. "It'll do until I can shower. C'mon, let's go face the shocked and suspicious crowds." She led Draco by the hand out to the common room, regally ignoring Hermione and the other girls in her dorm. Draco was silently laughing at the expressions on their faces, until he reached the common room, and a very pissed off looking McGonagall was standing in the middle of it. "The shit has hit the fan." Virginia said softly, as she shrank back into Draco, her eyes wide.
"Miss Weasley, Mr Malfoy." McGonagall said slowly. "I am glad to see that you returned safely to school, however," She took a deep breath, "However, your behaviour has been reprehensible and foolhardy. Will you please accompany me to the headmaster's office." Draco and Virginia exchanged a wondering look, then followed McGonagall out of the portrait hole.
Virginia rolled her eyes at Draco. "Told ya."
"Told me what?"
"The shit has hit the fan in such a major, major way. What bet says I get a Howler, another one?"
"I wouldn't make that bet." Draco told her dryly. "Look, we got ourselves a fan club." Collin Creevey stared after them and raised his camera. "Don't even think about it." Draco growled over his shoulder as he stalked after McGonagall.
"I'm surprised there's any one up. What time is it?" Virginia yawned daintily.
"Six thirty."
"You have got to be so fucking kidding. When did we get back?"
"I'm not sure. When the nightclub closed down, we left. And then we pashed for a long while. And then we couldn't get in that tunnel entrance, so we had to find another one. Hagrid nearly caught us when we snuck back into the castle, and then we got lost. Around two, three, would be my guess." Draco snickered as McGonagall led them up to Dumbledore's office once more. "We should just get the password for ourselves and a little private entrance."
"Never would have occurred to me I could see Dumbledore more then, what was it that time when we did all that bad stuff to the Hufflepuffs, ten, fifteen times in one day, not including meals." Virginia and Draco laughed together, then shut up when McGonagall glared at them.
"And there is still the matter of the fight in the corridor and the disgraceful scene in the infirmary. You should be glad to know that Harry will be well enough to go to class tomorrow."
"No, actually." Virginia said sweetly. "I wish he was burning in hell, right this minute." Virginia smiled at the flabbergasted professor and waltzed breezily into Dumbledore's office. Draco just snickered and mouthed 'Mc 'I'mabittervirgin'' to Virginia.
Lots and lots of trouble all around for the two. And I don't know what it is, but I just can't write short fics. They're always long. I like to get all my stuff out, and I tend to think consequentially. So one day follows another. The Ech-Ushyka is a carnivorous waterhorse. It does the usual kelpie trick, but it eats the people it catches, and lets a part of them float to shore the next morning to show the unlucky person's fate. Ew. Kinda nasty, that thing there.