You wanted a Voldie confrontation? Here ya are then.
Draco tossed a creamy white envelope on the desk in front of Virginia where she was studying in the Library. Blinking as her concentration was interrupted, she looked up and frowned. "What?"
"We're summoned." Her mouth opened in an 'o' of surprise at his bitter tone and quickly flicked open the letter, noticing the broken green seal on the lip. She scanned the missive quickly, and bit down hard on her bottom lip.
"So. Let's go and talk about this somewhere quieter." They quickly cleaned up her study materials and took off to the hidden chamber. Virginia sat down on his chair, while he started to pace. "Snape know?"
"Yes. I told him. Father's keeping him out of it. Seems our Dark Lord doesn't trust Snape so much anymore."
"Which is not so good."
"But he trusts me, which is good."
"In one way, yes. In another way, no."
"Another year, and he'll want me to take the Dark Mark."
"And then the year after that, he'll want me to. We need to end this."
"And if Dumbledore won't, we will. We can just kill him. I've been looking at things. . . all it will take is for a person who he trusts to get up close and shove a sword through his heart. Problem is, the sword we need is Godric's sword. And we don't know where that is. And then we havta kill him like a vampire, stake and decapitate. And then quarter him. And then drive a silver nail through the five parts. All the while keeping the Death Eaters off our backs."
"Well, that's not impossible at all. That's doable, oh yes." Draco chuckled at her wry tone. "Why does he want us to go as vampires? Particularly, *those* vampires? We lifted them from a muggle TV show."
"I think what you told him of our Halloween adventures sparked his fancy." Virginia slowly looked up from the message, mischief dancing through her eyes.
"And what's wrong with a bit of fancy dress?" Draco's eyes met hers as she started to laugh, and then he joined her, both of them laughing in full accord. Vampire Willow and Spike would probably be more then a match for the Dark Lord on a good day. And on the absolute bitches of days he'd had lately? He wouldn't know what had hit him.
~*~*~*~
Draco and Virginia stepped out of the Floo, their mouths curled up in wicked grins as they stalked into the room, arm in arm. They held themselves with an ideal dark arrogance. They were good looking, evil and sexy as hell, and they knew it. They shouted to the world with every step, every movement of their bodies that here were some people you better not fuck with, or you'd wind up regretting it. Draco's duster swirled around his ankles as Virginia dropped his arm and ran to the middle of the room, red hair swinging around her bare shoulders.
"Aw, Spike, they're broken. No fun." She turned and pouted at Draco. He smirked.
"Well, you are too bloody gorgeous for words, Red. They're shocked speechless."
"You say the nicest, nicest things, Spike! Puppy!" Virginia turned on her heel and prowled towards Lucius, eyes agleam with predatory interest. "He'd make a good puppy. C'mon puppy, let Willow make you bark." A flick of her hand and a dagger leapt into it. She stamped down in her boots and knives shot out from their heels. "Can you bark, puppy? Bark for Willow, you know you'll want to." She giggled, then shrieked in surprised pleasure as Draco picked her up. She ran her head along his shoulder, purring.
"He's not your puppy, luv. He's that guy's puppy." Draco nodded at Voldemort, who Draco was thankful to see laughing at their antics.
"Can't I make him bark anyway? This is boring! There's no screaming and no blood!" Virginia snarled and her game face leapt on, teeth lengthening and eyes gleaming gold. The wizards and witches near her leant backwards with a gasp. Draco's nostrils flared.
"Oh, lovely. I just adore the scent of mindless fear in the morning," Draco quipped. He spun her out in a ballroom move, dipping her to the floor. She ran her foot up his leg and chuckled deep in her throat as he snapped her back up. "Don't play, unless you mean to finish, Red."
"I love to play! Let's play.make the puppy bark!" She turned back to Lucius, knife reappearing in her hand. Draco grabbed it. "Hey! That's my knife." She pouted at him. He grinned and slipped it into his pocket before his hand reemerged with a cigarette and lighter. He lit up, and sighed as he inhaled the thankful nicotine hit. "No fair. Ah well, I can always just eat him." Virginia turned back to Lucius thoughtfully. He sneered at her. "Well, you're very confident for someone who's about to be my dinner. Tell you what, I'll make it hurt. . .a lot." Draco watched her calmly, and then Voldemort's voice rang out over the hall.
"Don't." Virginia sighed as she turned to face the red figure on the throne.
"Please? Just a taste, Master." She cocked her head to the side and smiled hopefully. He chuckled, the sinister hissing rushing through the air. Virginia clamped down on her urge to run. Draco smiled lopsidedly as she charmed the Dark Lord. She could play with fire. Suddenly affecting a pose of boredom, Virginia turned away from Lucius. "You'd probably taste like crap, anyway. Inbred, yick. Wiggins making, in fact."
Draco chuckled. "Too right, luv."
"Glad to see someone here agrees with me, because I am so obviously right." They played around for another hour or so, until Virginia just snapped. Lucius made one comment that pushed her over the edge, and she slapped him and then spun on her heel rapidly and stalked back towards the Floo. "Leaving to find somewhere a little more fun. Like say. . .a cemetery."
"Well, cemeteries can be a lot of fun. S'true that. I started my unlife in a cemetery and Dru had a lovely living bloodbag waiting for me when I woke up, she screamed and died. It was bloody wonderful." Draco dragged back on his cigarette, before walking after Virginia. "Rightio, see you mates later. Obviously, you aren't serious." They quickly made their way to the fireplace, and got into it. "Been fun an' all." He turned and quirked an eyebrow at the room as Virginia curtseyed deeply, mockingly.
"What are you on? Vampire smack? This has been so boring I wonder why I came. We could have spent the time much more constructively, for example, well, just about anything. This blows. See y'all, but maybe not if we see you first." Virginia blew a kiss disdainfully. "Bite me."
"Doesn't she have such a great way with words? See ya in hell. You wanted Spike and Red, you bloody well got them and you didn't know what to do with 'em. Your loss." Draco flicked the Bowman's salute to the room, smiling coldly. "Slytherin Common Room, Hogwarts." The two disappeared in a flash of green smoke.
~*~*~*~
"We are so dead." Virginia said as soon as they stumbled out of the fireplace.
"Well, yes." Draco shrugged off Virginia's concern. "Cheer up, Cin. He thought it was cute."
"And that makes me feel so much better."
"If he hadn't, we'd be dead right now. We wouldn't have come back. Hello, professor," Draco said cheerfully as he finally noticed Snape sitting in a chair by the fireplace, regarding them thoughtfully.
"By your conversation, I'm assuming that things didn't go so well."
"We left without his permission. He's going to be pissed about that," Virginia sighed as she slid thankfully into a chair.
"I actually think he won't be. He's been terribly amused by you pair of late. He thinks you're adorable." Virginia winced at the bitterness in Snape's voice. "You're skating on thin ice, Miss Weasley."
"You think I don't know it? You think I don't know every time I turn up there, he's one step closer to taking me to bed? I'm not stupid. We need to end this. Quickly." Virginia straightened up and laced her fingers together. "I've figured out the method, now we need to get onto the practice." Virginia quickly explained what she and Draco had pieced together after weeks of researching to the Potions Master. He listened carefully, eyes starting to show a type of respect. "It all has to do with the fact that he's not really alive. If he's not really alive, he can't really die, but he's not one of the undead either. At least this way, he won't be able to do any more damage." Virginia rubbed her eyes with her fingers tiredly. God, she was exhausted. "I'm going to bed. It's late, and I've spent the last hour or so being terrified out of my fucking mind."
"I'll walk you up," Draco said softly as he levered himself out of the soft armchair he'd collapsed into. "Night, professor."
"Wait, I'll give you two a pass in case Filch catches you." Snape quickly scribbled on a piece of parchment and handed it to the two of them, escorting them to the door, before heading off to his own chambers. Draco and Virginia flitted through the halls, saying goodbye quietly at the entrance to her common room before Draco disappeared into the secluded darkness of the corridors. Virginia crept up to her room, listening at the door for any noise. Hearing nothing except the quiet breathing of sleeping girls, she slipped inside and quickly got into her nightgown before collapsing on her bed and escaping to a thankfully dreamless sleep.
Draco tossed a creamy white envelope on the desk in front of Virginia where she was studying in the Library. Blinking as her concentration was interrupted, she looked up and frowned. "What?"
"We're summoned." Her mouth opened in an 'o' of surprise at his bitter tone and quickly flicked open the letter, noticing the broken green seal on the lip. She scanned the missive quickly, and bit down hard on her bottom lip.
"So. Let's go and talk about this somewhere quieter." They quickly cleaned up her study materials and took off to the hidden chamber. Virginia sat down on his chair, while he started to pace. "Snape know?"
"Yes. I told him. Father's keeping him out of it. Seems our Dark Lord doesn't trust Snape so much anymore."
"Which is not so good."
"But he trusts me, which is good."
"In one way, yes. In another way, no."
"Another year, and he'll want me to take the Dark Mark."
"And then the year after that, he'll want me to. We need to end this."
"And if Dumbledore won't, we will. We can just kill him. I've been looking at things. . . all it will take is for a person who he trusts to get up close and shove a sword through his heart. Problem is, the sword we need is Godric's sword. And we don't know where that is. And then we havta kill him like a vampire, stake and decapitate. And then quarter him. And then drive a silver nail through the five parts. All the while keeping the Death Eaters off our backs."
"Well, that's not impossible at all. That's doable, oh yes." Draco chuckled at her wry tone. "Why does he want us to go as vampires? Particularly, *those* vampires? We lifted them from a muggle TV show."
"I think what you told him of our Halloween adventures sparked his fancy." Virginia slowly looked up from the message, mischief dancing through her eyes.
"And what's wrong with a bit of fancy dress?" Draco's eyes met hers as she started to laugh, and then he joined her, both of them laughing in full accord. Vampire Willow and Spike would probably be more then a match for the Dark Lord on a good day. And on the absolute bitches of days he'd had lately? He wouldn't know what had hit him.
~*~*~*~
Draco and Virginia stepped out of the Floo, their mouths curled up in wicked grins as they stalked into the room, arm in arm. They held themselves with an ideal dark arrogance. They were good looking, evil and sexy as hell, and they knew it. They shouted to the world with every step, every movement of their bodies that here were some people you better not fuck with, or you'd wind up regretting it. Draco's duster swirled around his ankles as Virginia dropped his arm and ran to the middle of the room, red hair swinging around her bare shoulders.
"Aw, Spike, they're broken. No fun." She turned and pouted at Draco. He smirked.
"Well, you are too bloody gorgeous for words, Red. They're shocked speechless."
"You say the nicest, nicest things, Spike! Puppy!" Virginia turned on her heel and prowled towards Lucius, eyes agleam with predatory interest. "He'd make a good puppy. C'mon puppy, let Willow make you bark." A flick of her hand and a dagger leapt into it. She stamped down in her boots and knives shot out from their heels. "Can you bark, puppy? Bark for Willow, you know you'll want to." She giggled, then shrieked in surprised pleasure as Draco picked her up. She ran her head along his shoulder, purring.
"He's not your puppy, luv. He's that guy's puppy." Draco nodded at Voldemort, who Draco was thankful to see laughing at their antics.
"Can't I make him bark anyway? This is boring! There's no screaming and no blood!" Virginia snarled and her game face leapt on, teeth lengthening and eyes gleaming gold. The wizards and witches near her leant backwards with a gasp. Draco's nostrils flared.
"Oh, lovely. I just adore the scent of mindless fear in the morning," Draco quipped. He spun her out in a ballroom move, dipping her to the floor. She ran her foot up his leg and chuckled deep in her throat as he snapped her back up. "Don't play, unless you mean to finish, Red."
"I love to play! Let's play.make the puppy bark!" She turned back to Lucius, knife reappearing in her hand. Draco grabbed it. "Hey! That's my knife." She pouted at him. He grinned and slipped it into his pocket before his hand reemerged with a cigarette and lighter. He lit up, and sighed as he inhaled the thankful nicotine hit. "No fair. Ah well, I can always just eat him." Virginia turned back to Lucius thoughtfully. He sneered at her. "Well, you're very confident for someone who's about to be my dinner. Tell you what, I'll make it hurt. . .a lot." Draco watched her calmly, and then Voldemort's voice rang out over the hall.
"Don't." Virginia sighed as she turned to face the red figure on the throne.
"Please? Just a taste, Master." She cocked her head to the side and smiled hopefully. He chuckled, the sinister hissing rushing through the air. Virginia clamped down on her urge to run. Draco smiled lopsidedly as she charmed the Dark Lord. She could play with fire. Suddenly affecting a pose of boredom, Virginia turned away from Lucius. "You'd probably taste like crap, anyway. Inbred, yick. Wiggins making, in fact."
Draco chuckled. "Too right, luv."
"Glad to see someone here agrees with me, because I am so obviously right." They played around for another hour or so, until Virginia just snapped. Lucius made one comment that pushed her over the edge, and she slapped him and then spun on her heel rapidly and stalked back towards the Floo. "Leaving to find somewhere a little more fun. Like say. . .a cemetery."
"Well, cemeteries can be a lot of fun. S'true that. I started my unlife in a cemetery and Dru had a lovely living bloodbag waiting for me when I woke up, she screamed and died. It was bloody wonderful." Draco dragged back on his cigarette, before walking after Virginia. "Rightio, see you mates later. Obviously, you aren't serious." They quickly made their way to the fireplace, and got into it. "Been fun an' all." He turned and quirked an eyebrow at the room as Virginia curtseyed deeply, mockingly.
"What are you on? Vampire smack? This has been so boring I wonder why I came. We could have spent the time much more constructively, for example, well, just about anything. This blows. See y'all, but maybe not if we see you first." Virginia blew a kiss disdainfully. "Bite me."
"Doesn't she have such a great way with words? See ya in hell. You wanted Spike and Red, you bloody well got them and you didn't know what to do with 'em. Your loss." Draco flicked the Bowman's salute to the room, smiling coldly. "Slytherin Common Room, Hogwarts." The two disappeared in a flash of green smoke.
~*~*~*~
"We are so dead." Virginia said as soon as they stumbled out of the fireplace.
"Well, yes." Draco shrugged off Virginia's concern. "Cheer up, Cin. He thought it was cute."
"And that makes me feel so much better."
"If he hadn't, we'd be dead right now. We wouldn't have come back. Hello, professor," Draco said cheerfully as he finally noticed Snape sitting in a chair by the fireplace, regarding them thoughtfully.
"By your conversation, I'm assuming that things didn't go so well."
"We left without his permission. He's going to be pissed about that," Virginia sighed as she slid thankfully into a chair.
"I actually think he won't be. He's been terribly amused by you pair of late. He thinks you're adorable." Virginia winced at the bitterness in Snape's voice. "You're skating on thin ice, Miss Weasley."
"You think I don't know it? You think I don't know every time I turn up there, he's one step closer to taking me to bed? I'm not stupid. We need to end this. Quickly." Virginia straightened up and laced her fingers together. "I've figured out the method, now we need to get onto the practice." Virginia quickly explained what she and Draco had pieced together after weeks of researching to the Potions Master. He listened carefully, eyes starting to show a type of respect. "It all has to do with the fact that he's not really alive. If he's not really alive, he can't really die, but he's not one of the undead either. At least this way, he won't be able to do any more damage." Virginia rubbed her eyes with her fingers tiredly. God, she was exhausted. "I'm going to bed. It's late, and I've spent the last hour or so being terrified out of my fucking mind."
"I'll walk you up," Draco said softly as he levered himself out of the soft armchair he'd collapsed into. "Night, professor."
"Wait, I'll give you two a pass in case Filch catches you." Snape quickly scribbled on a piece of parchment and handed it to the two of them, escorting them to the door, before heading off to his own chambers. Draco and Virginia flitted through the halls, saying goodbye quietly at the entrance to her common room before Draco disappeared into the secluded darkness of the corridors. Virginia crept up to her room, listening at the door for any noise. Hearing nothing except the quiet breathing of sleeping girls, she slipped inside and quickly got into her nightgown before collapsing on her bed and escaping to a thankfully dreamless sleep.