I submit to you a challenge. Let's get this up back up to the three hundred fifty plus reviews this story had before I was kicked out with little fanfare or explanation. I would like to enter in the words of another that really do describe my mental state. Have you seen 'A knight's tale'? Geoffrey Chaucer to those two idiots at the first tournament. 'I will eviscerate you in fiction.I was naked for a day, you shall be naked for all eternity.' Boo yeah! Never offend a writer. Grrrr, showing off my big bad vampire teeth!
"Where are we going?" Draco panted as he ran after Virginia.

"This way! I smell blood and fear. . ." Virginia ran even faster, leaving Draco behind. "Blaise, Pansy! Stop!" She ran around a corner and yelled at them. Blaise and Pansy looked up in surprise, Blaise holding a blonde girl so Pansy could feed, both in gameface.

"Don't you want a little taste?" Blaise asked. The girl he was holding whimpered in pain. He smiled down at her. "There is nothing to stop us here. No Slayer."

"You are not a vampire. Your name is not Angelus. Your name is not Darla. Your names are Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson." Virginia enunciated clearly as she edged closer. Pansy blinked and stepped away from the girl.

"Zabini, we need to stop." Pansy said as she raised a hand to her mouth.

"Dear God!" Blaise yelped and dropped the girl. She scurried away, crying really hard. He started to spit and claw at his tongue. "I kissed Pansy! Oh yuck!"

"So the nearly eating someone thing doesn't bother you at all." Draco said as he caught up to them.

"Well, in a way. But, *dear God*!" Blaise resumed spitting and hacking. Pansy started to cry as she realized what she had nearly done. Virginia picked up the girl and started off with her to the Infirmary.

"You all right?"

"I'll be fine, I think. Were they really going to-" The girl asked.

"Drink your blood? Oh yes. Momentary aberrations. They're not usually like this." Virginia reassured her. Draco appeared behind her, trailing Blaise and Pansy. "So we'll drop you off at the Infirmary, and then we need to talk to Mel. That's we, the pretend vampires, not you." She told the girl, who nodded dazedly. The four dropped her off at the Infirmary with Madame Pomfrey, then went to find Mel, who could perhaps help them.

"Where is she?" Draco hissed at Virginia as the four crept through the corridors.

"I don't know! We're looking. Maybe she's in the dahdah room. We'll go there next." Virginia led them to the DADA room and slipped inside. "Mel? Melanie? You here?" No answer. Virginia shrugged and began to leave. "We're fucked basically, is my assessment of the whole situation." Virginia led them out. "So, where do we go from here?"

"Dumbledore's office." Draco grabbed her arm. "C'mon." The four headed off through the corridors, fading into rooms and out of sight when students or teachers came near them. To hide, to reach shelter was the only things on their minds. Virginia grasped Draco's arm and faded into the shadows to let Blaise and Pansy continue on. "What?" Draco whispered to her.

"We have another party to go to tonight, or had you forgotten?" Virginia started off towards the Slytherin common rooms. Draco cursed softly, and followed her.

"I'd forgotten, what with all the blood drinking and hysterics."

"Well, none of the hysterics were mine. I need to change."

"So do I. My father would flip if he saw me in this."

"But you look so damn evil and hot in it."

"And it's muggle clothing."

"Score one for the muggles. I like clothes that show off a man's arse, especially if he has such a nice one."

"I prefer what you're wearing too. I swear, Potter's eyes nearly fell out and rolled across the table."

"I was kinda drowning in oceans of drool, wasn't I?" They snickered quietly as they entered the Dungeons. "My stuff should be in your closet, and your father opened the Floo network, didn't he?"

"He should have. Do you have that amulet Dumbledore gave you?"

"Yep. It's worked into my jewelry. What are you wearing?"

"What do you think?"

"Boring classical black robes. Yawn."

"Got it in one. I can't wait to see what you're wearing."

"Which reminds me, I better take off this make up. It so won't go with my outfit. It's a little bit dark." Virginia got her wand out and muttered a simple spell, removing the black streaks from her hair and the make up from her face.

Draco glanced over at her. "I am intrigued."

"Let's just say, I'm playing up my innocence."

"I am even more intrigued." They came to a halt outside the Slytherin common room. "Pansy is a whore." The painting swung back and Virginia giggled slightly. Draco shrugged. "Well, she is." They climbed into the portrait hole and nearly ran to Draco's room, stripping off quickly, banking on the fact that the Halloween Ball was still in full swing. Virginia kicked off her boots, storing them under Draco's bed and sliding her pants down. Draco slapped her on her arse and she yelped.

"Hello, that was my bare arse! Notice the G-string." Draco turned around and looked at her properly and his eyes bugged out. A scrap of dainty white lace encircled her waist and a diamante twinkled from the small of her back, placed on a small triangle of white material. Her bra was similarly petite and virginally white, and strapless, he noticed. His eyebrows rose, what was she going to be wearing? His question was answered as she removed a mass of soft white velvet from his cupboard and shrugged it on. "Laces please, Draco?" She turned around to face him, and he stopped breathing.

She stood in barefeet, looking like a vision of ethereal loveliness in a slightly medieval style gown that was still simple in cut. The material clung to her waist before smoothly flaring out to a full skirt with a slight train. Her sleeves came down to a V over her middle fingers, and the sleeves hung down from her arms in the style that he had once jokingly called 'batwings', but never again because she had sulked for the rest of the day. Slim bands of silver embroidery bordered the edges of her sleeves, her square neck line that came down across her bust and also went around her waist. She tapped her foot impatiently and he shook off his daze and came forward to pull in the white satin ribbons at the back of her dress. "Wow, Cin, you look." He struggled to find the words. She smirked and grabbed a slender bag that she fastened to her silver belt.

"Gorgeous? Beautiful? Practically perfect in every way?" She slid her wand into the bag, and Draco could see the cool glint of metal beside the wand before she drew the drawstrings closed.

"All that, and more."

"Well, you better get dressed. We're going to be a bit late as it is." Virginia turned to his mirror and drew a brush through her hair. Draco stared at her for a bit longer, then shucked off his shirt and reached inside his wardrobe for his long black robes. He quickly put them on, and turned back to Virginia as she carefully put on a pale rose lipstick and a dusting of sliver shimmer along her cheekbones and above her eyes. He picked up her ornate silver and moonstone necklace and placed it around her neck, slipping the catch together. He put her earrings in next, two Chinese dragons that clutched moonstones in their claws and hissed sibilantly, slightly writhing. She sat down on his bed to put on her silver slippers and he put on his black boots. They rose together and she calmly placed her arm inside his and he escorted her to the fireplace. "Malfoy Manor." She disappeared in a burst of emerald light, and Draco stepped in before it really had a chance to fade.

"Malfoy Manor." He Flooed just as Snape burst into the room, and smirked slightly at the expression on his mentor's face.

~*~*~*~

Virginia stepped out of the fireplace and looked around her. Not the dirty old room she'd arrived in last time. This time she'd appeared in a magnificently appointed ballroom, already full of people. Draco stepped up to her elbow and took her arm as his mother, a tall aristocratic looking woman with long silvery blonde hair wearing all black came up to them. In fact, Virginia's eyes roved the room; she was the only one in a different color then black.

"Calm." Draco whispered to her.

"I'll be fine, dragon, no need to go roaring over me."

"Cin, I certainly hope so." And then there was no more time for whispered reassurances as Narcissa swayed up to them.

"Draco, darling, how lovely to see you here tonight."

"Mother, allow me to present Virginia Weasley. She's my lady of the night." Virginia smiled brightly at Narcissa.

"Draco, your father is dying to meet her. Welcome to our humble house, Miss Weasley."

"Please, call me Virginia, Mrs. Malfoy." Virginia's smile grew wider as she thought about how *not* pleased Lucius would be to see her. Narcissa smiled languidly at her.

"I am honoured, Virginia. Now come, there are people who you simply must meet." Narcissa swirled around in a flurry of full skirts and walked off. Draco and Virginia followed her, Virginia more conscious then ever of how much she stuck out. She pasted a serene smile on her face, and she could see from the corner of her eye that Draco had his 'Malfoy sneer' firmly in place. Narcissa lead them the length of the room, whispers and muttered exclamations following them to a raised dais at the end of the room, with a throne upon it, and a figure garbed in blood red robes. Narcissa curtseyed gracefully, and Draco bowed low. As she and Draco had discussed, she merely inclined her head slightly to Voldemort. The room gasped and stepped back, leaving an awful silence that Voldemort broke by laughing.

"Lucius did not exaggerate your courage, did he?"

"As a Gryffindor, we are renowned for our courage. Or as in the case of Harry Potter, our sheer noble minded stupidity." Virginia smirked slightly, curling up the corners of her mouth in a wicked smile. Voldemort laughed louder.

"You amuse me. Draco, how on earth did you find this jewel?"

"On the train carriage on the way to Hogwarts, Lord Voldemort." Draco inclined his head again as he answered Voldemort.

"I am pleased with her. Virginia my dear, would you like to sit by my side tonight?"

"I am flattered, Thomas, but we never did work out well." She stepped up to Draco and took his arm firmly. "I have this slight fear of snakes. Especially large ones like the one at your feet." Voldemort stared at her for a moment, and Virginia held her breath as he obviously debated between laughter and anger. Finally he chuckled low in his throat and she breathed a silent sigh of relief.

"Thomas? I have not been called by that name for a long time."

"It is how we have addressed each other in the past. It was an interesting experience, to say the least."

"Draco, bring your lady to the dais and sit in the steps. I promise that Nagini won't bite." Draco urged her towards the step and she sank down elegantly, arranging her skirts around her legs as Draco sat beside her, his robes flaring slightly to expose his denim clad legs. She leant back into his side and tweaked the robes surreptitiously to hide them. Draco put his arm around her shoulders and they stared out over the crowded room, extremely conscious of the thing behind them and the snake that slithered around his feet.

Draco put his lips to her ear as if he was kissing her neck. "You alright?" He breathed into her ear, and she giggled to tell him that she was. Draco bent back as he felt Voldemort's hand run over his head, hating it but knowing he had to.

"You make such a lovely couple, my dragon. Her, innocence and purity and you, darkness and sin. A beauty to behold."

"Thank you, Lord."

"A very fine compliment, Thomas. Nice to see you haven't lost your touch." Virginia tilted her head to look back at Voldemort. "Easy way to win your prey's trust."

"Who said I was hunting tonight?"

'Who said that I wasn't? I have, and it was fun." Virginia chuckled throatily.

"Elucidate me, Virginia."

"A little bit of night hunting. We went as vampires to our Halloween ball, only the charms I used backfired and made us behave like we really were vampires. My teeth still itch." She grimaced faintly and ran her tongue around her canine teeth. "It was just a pity we remembered who we were before we killed Potter."

"Do tell." Voldemort leaned down slightly.

"We were hunting. We found Potter, and his little Dream Team. And the annoying girl who he's fawned over for the last two years before deciding, hang on just a minute, Ginny's got breasts! And gee, doesn't she have a crush on me? I just wish I'd broke his damn nose when I had the chance. Long story." She said over Voldemort's chuckles and Draco squeezed her hand in approval. "Anyway, we were going to eat this extremely vile boy who said something terribly unpleasant about me when Harry and his friends walked up the corridor. We decided to eat them, and then Snape appeared and stopped us. Then the charms wore off after the gryffs scarpered off like good little pussy cats."

"You are a Gryffindor, you know." Voldemort said in amused tones.

"Doesn't mean I have to be a tame little house cat, does it? Grr, this kitten's got claws." She crooked her hand and made clawing motions.

"And you make such a ferocious little kitten." Draco laughed as his eyes swept the floor, searching for his father. He turned his full attention on Voldemort for a moment, and didn't see Lucius stalk angrily into the room and up the steps before Lucius had lifted Virginia to her feet by the front of her dress.

"You!" Lucius snarled angrily.

"Me. Look down, Lucius." Virginia said coolly. He looked down and gaped as he saw the about six inches of glimmering steel pressed lightly against his belly. Or more accurately, against his groin. "Now, do I have to make a mess all over Thomas's clean floors and my pretty dress, or are you going to let go and apologize profusely for daring to touch me?" She smiled sweetly, and Lucius could see in her eyes that she meant it. He let go and steeped away, face ashen. Draco had leapt to his feet and he started to laugh as he saw the dagger in Virginia's hand, still pointed at his father. "As I said, I have claws."

"Lucius, you try my patience." Voldemort growled threateningly. Lucius went paler and bowed jerkily. Virginia stepped up to Lucius, playing idly with her dagger.

"After last time, I promised myself if you came near me again, I'd make sure you'd have a permanent reminder not to touch a lady without her permission. Thomas, would you mind awfully if I scratched him just a little?" She turned slightly to gauge Voldemort's reaction and when he smiled, she dropped a tiny curtsey. "Thank you." She turned back to Lucius and slowly licked her lips. As he watched her face, she darted out her hand and cut him shallowly down the face. He yelped in shock. She sat back down next to Draco and Lucius raised a trembling hand to his face to gauge the damage.

"You are delightfully wicked, for a Gryffindor."

"I am a Gryffindor through and through. Loyal, honest and very touchy when it comes to my honour." Virginia danced a dangerous line between amusement and anger until she and Draco finally left. They Flooed back to his dorms and she collapsed shaking into Draco's arms once they reached Hogwarts and safety. "Dear Merlin, but that was fucking terrifying."

He stroked her head. "We survived, and Voldemort finds you amusing, and he didn't lay a finger on you. I think he must relish the challenge after having it all his for the asking all these years." She shivered.

"What do I do when he decides to stop playing, that's the question." Draco wrapped his arms around her and rocked slowly as she got a grip on her emotions after reining them in so tightly all night. "What time is it?" Draco glanced around the common room for the clock.

"Two in the morning."

"I don't want to sleep alone tonight. I know I'll have nightmares. Are there blankets and stuff in your cave?" He nodded and they slipped out of the room to his hideaway and slept, wrapped in each other's arms.