Disclaimer: Every thing in this fan is credited to J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series. (I have changed a few things around however but the rest is credited to Rowling's ingenious writing.) Thanks guys for reviewing. It really helps. Really sorry for not updating. Hope you enjoy.
Classes resumed the following day and Virginia thoroughly enjoyed every one of them, except for Potions. Since sixth and seventh year Potions was combined, Virginia's lips curled in disgust when the Slytherin's walked in, especially when a particular pair of silvery gray eyes looked toward her. Quickly turning her pack on the students filing in, Virginia continued to brew the day's assignment.
Waiting for the last students to arrive, Snape noticed Virginia working steadily on her assignment. Even Snape had to admit that Virginia had a natural flair for potions and often gave her assignments that exceeded far beyond even the seventh years. Something in the girl had caught his attention from the moment she had walked into the dungeons. It could have been the way she carried herself with a natural grace or the way she spoke in a clear eloquent voice. Snape just felt awkward when he thought of harassing her like he did the other Gryffindors. In fact Snape couldn't help himself in pointing out Virginia's successes and telling her piers that she was a true Gryffindor and that Godrik Gryffindor himself would have been proud. Secretly, however, he nursed the thought that Virginia would have done well in Slytherin and as such treated her like one.
The last Slytherin strolled in and Snape took the pleasure in slamming the dungeon door shut. The students, who weren't paying any attention, jumped and somewhat guiltily looked toward Snape as he addressed his class in the same speech he made every year. When he came to the end, however, he added, "Because of my busy schedule this year, I shall be absent for several days. During this time I will have Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Weasley take over the class for me. Have I made this clear enough for you? They shall have full freedom to dock points or discipline students from both houses and may institute homework." That said and made clear, Snape turned swiftly around and without any effort to avoid the shrill shrieks that the chalk made on the board, wrote the class's assignments.
Having already received her class work, Virginia was beckoned forth to Snape's desk. She was not pleased when Draco joined them. Turning her back on him, Virginia looked expectantly at Snape. He laid out the lesson plan of when he would be away and then told them that they must keep order in the room. When the instructions were finished Snape sent them both back to their seats and class resumed.
Draco swiped his hand across his face moving his hair to its usual placement. As far as he could tell the day had been the same as always. "Mr. Fat bottom" had spilled his cauldron again, which was no surprise, and even managed to shrink his ears. "Mr. Fatbottom" was Draco's name for the oaf of a Longbottom. His parents had told him that when the Death eaters had captured Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom, they hadn't been carrying their wands, which was a completely stupid thing to do. Who went around without their wand, except for those taught wandless magic? They were professional auroras. Ah, well he wasn't responsible for stupid people's mistakes; he figured that Neville had inherited his parents' clumsiness and stupidity. Even now, Neville was walking around with shrunken ears.
Carrying his finished potion to Snape's desk, Draco's eyes roamed around the room until they rested on Virginia. Her long auburn hair had been plaited into a thick bun at the nape of her neck and soft tendrils of hair framed her face. Her flawless face was settled in a grim line of concentration as her bright eyes looked through thick lashes. Still looking at Virginia, Draco could tell that he'd need a cold shower to get rid of the discomfort in his pants. Sitting down at his table he calmly waited until class ended.
Virginia could feel Draco's eyes on her. It unnerved her that for some reason she felt drawn to his stare and had to keep reminding herself that it would be suicide to do so. Putting a stopper in her potion bottle she gave it to Snape, who crowed about her success, then went on to start her homework. It was long and tedious. Just because Snape made a model of her didn't mean she didn't have to do homework. In fact she probably had more homework than anybody else.
The bell rang signaling class was over and Virginia made to leave, when an arm touched her shoulder. Turning around she came face to face with a pair of silvery blue eyes. Forcing herself not to jump, she took a step backwards so that Draco wasn't staring down at her too much. Taking a defensive stance, Virginia waited for one of Draco's snide remarks.
Gods, she's even hotter up close. Standing casually, Draco asked, "Are you going with anyone to Hogsmeade?"
Looking at Draco warily, Virginia answered, "I'm supposed to go with Isabel, that hasn't been confirmed. Why?"
"Well, I was going to ask you if you wanted to go with me." Though Draco's figure was of utter casualness, inside Draco felt like hurling because the nervousness in his belly. Why are you so scared man? Every girl would want to go out with you, hell even talk to you.
Shocked almost to silence, Virginia asked "Are you drunk?"
"Of course not!" Draco felt the moment of nervousness melt as it was replaced by annoyance. "Do you want to go or not?"
"Well… okay. If that won't like ruin your reputation or anything."
"It's fine. I'll pick you up at the front door." With that Draco turned and headed for dinner.
Still shocked, Virginia slowly finished picking up her books and continued herself to dinner. After catching up with Isabel, Virginia proceeded to the Great Hall. Finding a seat not far away from her brother, Virginia sat down with a huff and involuntarily looked over at the Slytherin table. She could see Draco's silvery-blond hair distinctly among the darker hues of the other students. Realizing she was staring, Virginia shook herself and applied herself somewhat hesitantly to the food that had seemed to appear on her plate.