The importance of Being Virginia

Chapter Four


Tom frowned as he opened the door to the seemingly abandoned house. He was angered that he could get so close without being caught. The security was horribly lax, probably due to the fact that they would never expect an offensive attack by the order. Well that would be the first thing that he would change. Virginia at least would be sure to start on the offensive, now that he was in the game. He'd had hours to think about her reaction, as he'd made his way here. He knew that she had a terrible temper and she wasn't quick to forgive. She still hadn't forgiven him for trying to kill her back in her first year. He was sure that he could eventually convince her he was sorry, after all she loved him, just as he loved her. But for now, he would have to be careful of her. Until he'd secured her forgiveness, she was a danger. He knew what she was capable of. The fact that she would probably try to kill him if she saw him right now exited him. Like many things about her exited him. His mind fell prey to fantasies of what he'd like to do to her, he was still technically a seventeen year old after all. His distraction was the reason that he didn't immediately sense that someone had come up behind him.

"What have we here? A Hogwarts student? Perhaps a brave Gryffindor come to challenge the Dark Lord?" a cold voice said from behind him.

He recognized that voice. He smiled as he turned," Lucius. I'd think you of all people would recognize a Slytherin when you see one. Calling me a Gryffindor? Insults are no way to greet an old friend. I see your manners haven't improved any."

Lucius stumbled back his wand lowering and his face draining of the little color it had."Tom? How... The diary was destroyed."

"Honestly Lucius, you know I always have a backup plan. The spell was made to transfer to the closest available location if the diary was destroyed." He shook his head slowly. "That's why you were always a follower. You never learned the advantage of foresight and contingency plans. I see that hasn't changed. Stuck being a guard dog? And an inefficient one at that. How was it I managed to get all the way into this house without being stopped?" He said, stepping toward Lucius menacingly. "I'm very disappointed in you Lucius."

Despite Tom being a good three inches shorter than him, Lucius still felt a rush of fear through him. He remembered that face, that tone of voice, the punishment that would follow. But worse the inadequate feeling that the disappointed tone stirred in him. He had always craved Tom's approval, and that hadn't changed." I'm sorry Tom. There are wards that block out everyone but the Dark Lord and his closest followers. You must have been able to get in because your magic is the same as the Dark Lords. I swear no one else would have been able to get in."

Tom smiled at the pleading note in Lucius's voice. It always amused him to see the otherwise proud arrogant Malfoy, pleading deferentially toward him. It was even more amusing now, to see Lucius kowtowing to someone decades younger. He'd been worried that he wouldn't be able to command the same respect as he had, now that all his former followers were older than him. Malfoy was the clincher, if he followed so would the others. It looked like his plans would work out sooner than expected. And ohh, did he have plans. He turned to Lucius, a friendly smile on his face. " Seeing as how we've just been reunited after so many years, I'll let it slide this time. Now, I think it's time for me to see how I've turned out. Take me to this ' Voldemort," he said in a slightly derisive tone, he thought the name Voldemort was ridiculous. It made him sound like some cheesy muggle cartoon villain. The fact that most of the wizarding world feared to say it, was just proof that they were weak and ripe for conquest.

"Of course Tom, just let me tell him you're here. He doesn't like surprises."

"No need Lucius. He knows I'm here, he can feel my presence, just as I can feel his." He smiled as he turned and made his way up the stairs, Lucius scurrying along behind him. He stopped abruptly halfway up, causing Lucius to almost fall over in an attempt to avoid running into him."There's no need for you to come Lucius, I know where he is. I think it's best if we met in private, you just stay here and keep us save from any 'brave Gryffindors that might come and try to challenge the Dark Lord."

A rush of color came to his face and he looked down in embarrassment.

Tom smiled as he took in Lucius red face and clenched fist. He was obviously embarrassed and angry that he was a mere watchdog. He'd always had ambitions, and Tom could tell that he resented his low status. That would give him and easy way to turn Lucius to his side. But it was important that Lucius feared Tom more than Voldemort. If he refused to let him meet Voldemort alone, that would mean that he feared Tom's reaction less than Voldemort’s. Tom had spent years at Hogwarts cultivating Lucius's fear and obedience, he sincerely hoped that he wouldn't have to do it again. Even though Voldemort was technically an older version of him, he wore the face that Lucius had grown up with. He wasn't some ugly monstrous thing that he'd heard Voldemort was. He was young and beautiful and charismatic. And given the choice between following someone beautiful and someone ugly, people almost always chose beauty. It was sad really, and quite stupid. But if the majority of people weren't stupid, it would be harder to take them over, so it all worked out in his favor really. Therefore, he wasn't the least surprised by Lucius's choice.

"Yes, Tom. I'll be downstairs waiting for you when you're done. No one will disturb you I swear."

"Thank you Lucius, I feel safe in your hands. You were always the one person I could trust. I look forward to becoming friends again. I'm glad to see I can still count on you for the important things." He smiled as he saw Lucius beam at this praise. This was just going to be too easy. He turned walking up to the top of the stairs. He smiled and turned around." Oh, Lucius, one more thing."

"Yes Tom?"

"I'll need an owl when I'm finished talking to the Dark Lord. I need to send someone a note," he said a small smile spreading on his face.


Virginia smiled as she walked into the Dining Hall. She was so relieved to be out of the hospital wing and back to her full strength. She hated being weak, and being in the hospital wing always reminded her of her first year. Of Tom. She shook her head drawing in a deep breath. She wouldn't think of him. She couldn't handle it right now. She needed something to distract her. She glanced over at the Slytherin table, her gaze zeroing in on Draco. He was good at distracting her, and she'd been meaning to talk to him about the alertness potion.

She started to make her way to the table and he looked up smiling when he saw her. Just then an owl swooped down, dropping something in front of her. It didn't bother to land just flew back the way it came. She instinctively reached out and caught the package. She smiled. It was a bouquet of tiger lily's. Her father had given them to her since she was young. Whenever she was sick or hurt. He'd said they reminded him of her. She brought them to her face, inhaling the scent of them. When she drew them away a small flash of blue caught her eye. She brought her hand down inside the bouquet and slowly pulled out a small blue flower. A forget me- not. She gritted her teeth so hard that she was surprised they didn't break into a million pieces. Herds sds shaking with rage she flung the flowers to the ground. Pointing her hand at them she yelled Incendio, getting a small bit of satisfaction watching them burn. He was taunting her. The bastard. She couldn't even forget about him for one minute, he wouldn't let her. She turned and the doors crashed open in front of her. But before she had taken a step, a familiar chuckle rang out behind her. She turned slowly. She could tell from the expression on people's faces that they had heard it too.

"I knew you'd destroy them Virginia, you're so predictable," said a disembodied voice. "The memory of that night makes you angry. Angry because you know you wanted it. You've always wanted to do those things. Blame it on the sleeping potion all you'd like but...."

"Finite Incantum," she yelled pointing at the burning flowers, her hand shaking with rage. There was a loud pop as the spell was broken. And the silence in the hall was deafening. She saw realization dawn on Ron and Harry's faces. They knew now, why she'd been so upset about the potion. She turned fleeing the hall, she didn't want to see the faces. Staring at her and judging her. She couldn't go one day. One fucking day. Without him ruining it. He tainted everything. He thought he could taunt her. Thought he could ruin her life and she'd just take it. It had been a mistake to even consider letting him live for one more day. It didn't matter how far away he was. He would never stop being a presence in her life. Not while he was living. She flung her hand out saying, " Accio broom," all the while continuing toward the owlery. She heard someone call her name just as she heard the sound of her broom whistling toward her. She turned abruptly, catching the broom in her hand and slamming the smooth end down against the stone. Her eye's were blazing dark pools of fury and her voice was cutting as she addressed the four people who had come running out after her. " What do you want? If it wasn't obvious from my demeanor, I'm busy at the moment."

Harry was the first to speak. "Ginny, we're so sorry, about the potion. If we'd have known that it would..." he trailed off looking miserable.

"Known that it would what, Harry?," she said her voice deceptively soft. "Known that it would give the one person I hate above all others, the power to make me do what he wished. The power to make me his whore." They all flinched, and Ron's face flashed with anger.

"I'll kill him Ginny, I swear I will. I'll kill him for what he did to you."

"That's nice of you Ron, and you have my blessing to Avada kedavra him all you like. I'm afraid it will be rather superfluous though, since I'll have already killed him. Speaking of which, I'm on my way to do that right now, so if you don't mind," she said turning to leave, but Hermione's voice stopped her.

"Ginny, I know you're upset right now, and this isn't the best time to be making decisions. I know it must be hard, If you want to talk about it..."

She whipped around quickly and the look on her face made Hermione step back. "I'm sorry but I'm not some poor abused little student for you to console. I don't think one of your Head girl heart to hearts is what I need right now. What I need and what I want, is his blood. And I'll have it."

Draco who'd been silent until now stepped up and laid a hand on her arm. She went to shake it off and he only tightened his grip. She dropped her broom and grabbed his robes, pulling him toward her until their faces were inches apart."I'm in no mood to be manhandled Malfoy, I suggest you remove your hand or I'll remove it for you."

" Just listen to me for one damn minute," he said angrily. But under the anger was panic. He knew that she really meant to go, and he knew what would happen if she did. "I have no problem with you killing the bastard, in fact I'd be happy to help. But I do have a problem with you going off and getting yourself killed. You've been using a lot of wandless magic, and once the adrenaline fades, you're going to start to feel it. If you really want to kill him and not just go off half cocked and get yourself killed, you need to wait and plan. This is coming from a Slytherin, we know all about the advantage of planning and timing. You're giving a disgustingly good impression of a Gryffindor right now. While rushing blindly into danger, with no plan, and no regard for your life, might look good on paper, in reality it will get you killed. And he'll still be alive."

Everyone was silent, as she stared at him expressionless. "Let go of me."

He did, stepping back and watching to see what she'd do.

She slowly picked up her broom and looked at him for a moment. "You're right of course. I let my anger override my judgement. Thank you for stopping me." She turned to the others. " No need to worry. I won't be running off anytime soon. I appreciate that you're concerned, but I think I'd rather be by myself right now." Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked swiftly down a corridor, disappearing from sight.

Draco closed his eyes, as he felt relief rush through him. He couldn't believe he'd come so close to losing her. He couldn't believe how much she'd come to matter to him in so short a time. He opened his eyes to find Ron staring at him. Oh great, here it comes. This was the last thing he needed right now.

"Malfoy," Hermione and Harry shot him a warning glance, but Ron ignored it. "I appreciate what you just did. You may be a git, you are a git," he said with a slight smile. "But you seem to be a good friend to my sister. She needs someone right now, and you're onl only one she'll listen to. As much as it pains me to admit it, you two are more alike in personality than her and I. You know what she needs, because it's what you would need. I can't give it to her so I'm asking you to."

Draco was to say the least shocked by Ron's attitude. He didn't know what to say, so he fell back on what was familiar. "What makes you think I'd ever do anything because you asked me, Weasley?"

"You won't do it because I asked you. You'll do it because for some reason you decided to be friends with my sister. And friendship isn't all sarcasm and amusement. It's being there for someone when they need you. And if you don't do it then you aren't really her friend. And you'll prove me right, that you're just a bloody wanker that doesn't have any feelings."

Draco just stood there staring at him. He didn't like the fact that Ron could tell how quickly he'd become attached to Virginia. And how much he'd come to need her friendship. Now that he had a taste of it, he never wanted to go back to his cold lonely existence. He new it made him vulnerable and weak, but he didn't care. He was sick of being strong all the time. That Weasley of all people new something so private about him, made him very uneasy.

"What's the password for your dorm?" he said with a sigh.

A small smile graced Ron's face. "It's Slimy Slytherins Suck Sublimely. One of the first years has a speech impediment, it's a speech improvement drill," he said by way of explanation.

"Of course, it isn't you just being bastards, it's to help someone. You Gryffindors are so deluded, it's a wonder you can function properly."

He turned and made his way quickly up to Gryffindor tower. The generously proportioned lady, as the Gryffindors had lately taken to calling her, after she'd heard a first year call her the fat lady and had reduced him to tears, looked at him skeptically. He recited the password with a roll of his eyes. He started up the stairs, but stopped, realizing he didn't know what room she was in. He scanned the common room, his eyes falling on Neville, who was staring at him in horror and disbelief, crouched in a chair by the fireplace. He strode purposely over to him, eyes narrowed.

"Malfoy, how did you know the pass.." he trailed off and his eyes bulged as he thought of what the password was.

"Yes the password. I have to say I'm less than amused. I'm told that you came up with it, is that true Neville?" he asked leaning forward menacingly.

"No.. I.. It's a lie!"

"Well fortunately for you, you can redeem yourself in my eyes and save yourself the beating of your life if you answer one simple question."

"What question?"

"Which room is Virginia's?"

Neville almost fainted as he thought of Draco in Virginia's rooms, and what would happen to him if Ron found out."I can't, Ron would kill me!"

"No, Ron's a findfindor, he wouldn't kill you, merely beat you to a pulp, which you would survive. I, on the other hand am a Slytherin, and would definitely kill you, which is almost impossible to survive."

Draco had to fight back a smile at the look of fear on Neville's face. Sometimes the reputation that Slytherins held, as murderous evil bastards was useful.

"It's at the end of the seventh year girls corridor. It used to be a closet but Dumbledore turned it into a private room for her since she skipped a year."

Neville sighed in relief as Draco turned to go up the stairs. But fear came rushing back through him when after only a few steps, Draco whipped around and stalked toward him.

"And how exactly, do you know where her rooms are?" he asked angrily. He'd never thought of it before but Virginia was quite pretty, she probably had half of Gryffindor sniffing after her. Well Neville was no where near good enough for her, he'd have to disabuse hi any any notions he might have in regards to Virginia.

"I..I.." Neville stuttered face turning red.

"Please don't ask Neville to regale you with tales of our sexual exploits. His unfortunate penchant for stuttering will have us here all day," said a dry voice from behind him.

Neville had if possible, turned even redder. He grabbed his book and stood up quickly. "I'm just going to.." he didn't bother finishing his sentence, he just turned and fled the room.

Draco turned to looked at her. Her eyes were dry and she looked quite composed, standing there with a book in her hand. But he was the last person to be fooled by appearances. He was a master at hiding his feelings. He noted that her face was a little paler than usual, and her eyes held no emotion at all. No anger, and no sadness. He hated seeing her eyes so blank, he needed to scratch the surface, see what she was really feeling. He knew from experience that bottling up your feelings wasn't good for you. He needed to get her to let out her emotions. He had to play to his strengths, and what he was good at was pissing people off. "Well I see that you're all better now. I'm glad to see you're not still throwing a temper tantrum."

Virginia's jaw dropped slightly, before snapping closed, as an angry spark lit her eyes. How dare he? She was being torn apart inside and he had the nerve to brush it off as a temper tantrum? The thin cord that had been holding her emotions back since the confrontation in the hall, snapped. All her pent up emotions came spilling out. " Temper tantrum? You should talk you spoiled little brat. That's all you've ever had. I have an actual valid reason to be upset. How dare you trivialize what I'm going through by labeling it a temper tantrum! He's made my life hell for the past five years," she yelled, angry tears pooling in her eyes. "Everytime I try to be happy he just tears it to pieces. And I can't do anything about it. My hate is just festering inside of me, turning me into this bitter unhappy shell of a person. And nothing helps, nothing." She drew in a deep breath, and the words she said next weren't what she wanted to say, they came tumbling out and she couldn't stop them. " But the worst part, the part that I can't stand, is he's right." Her voice became soft. "I do want him I've always wanted him, just as much as I've hated him." She sank to her knees and looked up at him, tears running down her face. "What kind of person does that make me?"

He dropped down in front of her, looking into her eyes. "It makes you human Virginia. We can't control what we feel." He reached forward and hugged her, stroking her hair softly. He wasn't really the hugging type, but it seemed so easy and natural to do it now. "Hell if we could, then you and I certainly wouldn't be friends," he said, hoping to coax a smile out of her.

"But it's not the same, I'm attracted to someone I hate. It's disgusting, " she said, her hand gripping his robes.

He sighed and whispered into her ear. "If I tell you something, do you swear on your life you'll never tell another soul."

She was silent for a moment, before she said quietly,"I swear."

He started to say it then stopped. He couldn't believe he was going to tell her this. It was something that no one knew, something he'd never wanted anyone to know. But he thought that it might make her feel better so he said it."I was... briefly, attracted to.. to.. Granger, and trust me I still hated her as much as ever."

She drew back from their embrace. She just sat there staring at him in shock. It wasn't so much because he had liked Hermione, but that he was telling her. "I can't believe you told me that."

"One confession deserves another."

She smiled. It felt so good to have finally told someone. She'd been so ashamed. She'd felt like she was sick and abnormal. It was such a relief to know that other people had had the same feelings, of hate and attraction. Well one other person anyway. It made her feel closer to him, that they shared this secret. And she was happier than she'd been in weeks. " Well I guess this means your just as sick and twisted as I am. Well have to stick together," she said, smiling. She leaned forward and hugged him whispering in his ear," Thanks. I really needed to tell someone. I'm glad you came."

"I'm glad too," he said smiling into her hair. He glanced up as the door swung open and the trio walked in. Ron and Hermione looked anxious, probably wondering how Ginny was doing. Harry's expression was a mixture of longing and anger and something else that had Draco's chest tightening. Harry loved her. He wondered if she knew.

"How did you get in here anyway? I can't believe you actually said the password, I'd have paid money to see that," she said drawing back, a mischievous grin on her face.

"Believe it or not, your brother gave it to me," he said nodding is head in the direction of the door.

She turned, surprised to find them standing by the door. She walked quickly to Ron, enveloping him in a hug.

Ron closed his eyes in relief, hugging her tightly in return. It seemed like she'd been mad at him forever, even though it had only been about a week. She was his favorite of all his siblings and he hated it when she was mad at him.

"You're a good brother," she said, drawing back and sng ang at him, " even if you are a git sometimes."

"Shut it, brat," he said, playfully tugging at her hair.

She turned to Harry and Hermione. "I'm sorry that I was such a bitch earlier. I was just angry and I wanted to take it out on someone. I know you meant well."

"That's okay, Ginny, I'm just glad you didn't hex us, I don't think I've ever seen you so angry. I definitely wouldn't want to be your enemy," Hermione said with a shake of her head.

"Please, you're the smartest student in the school, I bet you know hexes I've never even heard of," Virginia said enviously.

"Spells maybe, but not hexes." No, Hermione had a feeling that if they were to duel, she'd come out on the losing end. The look on Ginny's face in the hall, had frightened her with it's intensity. She had a feeling that she had never really known Ginny at all. "Harry might be able to give you a run for your money. He's done nothing but practice hexes the last few years." Hermione bit her lip and fell silent. They never talked about Harry's drive to kill Voldemort, but sometimes someone slipped and there was an awkward silence, like now.

Virginia turned to look at Harry. She understood his need for vengeance, his drive to better himself, so that one day he could defeat Voldemort. That's what she needed to do, prepare. When she finally confronted Tom she had to be as strong as possible. She looked at Harry thoughtfully, maybe they could help each other out. "You know Harry, it's pointless to learn hexes if you don't practice blocking also. Maybe we could practice together?"

His face lit with a smile. He'd known he needed to practice blocking, but he hadn't felt comfortable asking Ron or Hermione. They seemed to think it wasn't healthy for him to obsess over it. They always tried to steer him toward other things. But Ginny understood. He had recognized the look in her eyes in the hall. She had the same burning hatred inside her as he did. Ron and Hermione had never felt that and they couldn't understand. This new revelation only served to make him fall deeper into his infatuation with her. The chance to spend time with her alone, seemed to good to be true. "I'd re lik like that Ginny. Maybe we could meet every Friday night after supper? We could practice outside until it gets too cold."

"Sure that sounds great." She smiled at the excitement in his eyes, thinking it was a result of finally finding someone to practice with. Maybe he'd gotten over his crush on her. She hoped so.

Draco wasn't fooled, he knew exactly why Potter was excited. It bothered him more than it should, and he didn't know why. Even if she got together with Potter they's still be friends, wouldn't they? "You know, I could use some practice myself, that is if you can trust me not to try and kill you Potter, evil Slytherin that I am?"

Harry looked as if he was about to protest, but Ginny interrupted him.

"That would be great Draco, then we could practice fighting off two people at once. You don't mind do you Harry?" she asked looking up at him.

He saw the excitement in her eyes and he couldn't bear to dim it. "Of course I don't mind. It should be...interesting."

All of a sudden Hermione yelled," Oh no. Look at the time. If we don't hurry we'll be late for class."

They all hurried to leave the room, none of them wanted to be late for Potions. Not even Draco. Favorite student or not, Snape would still take points for being late.

Snape frowned at them, obviously wondering what they had been doing together. When he turned to write a list of ingredients on the board, Ginny leaned over to whisper to Draco. "I need your help with something after class."

"With what?" he whispered, keeping an eye on Snape.

"It's a surprise," she said with a smile.

He started to say something but stopped abruptly when he saw Snape turn around. Soon he was busy making the potion all the while wondering what this surprise might be.


"Alright, were on the quidditch pitch, and you have a book." He pursed his lips. "The surprise is that you've teamed up with Mcgonagall in the campaign to convince the students that studying is fun. I applaud your efforts, but I foresee that there might be some harmful consequences."

She merely rolled her eyes and pressed on a panel in the bleacher wall.

His eyebrows rose in surprise, but he followed her in silently. He hadn't been aware that a passage had existed.

She swept her hand in a half circle, indicating their surroundings. "Nice huh?"

"Very. How did you find out about it? Is this one of your little trysting spots?" he said with raised eyebrows.

"Well Neville and I couldn't very well engage in our sexual Olympics in the common room, could we? I suggested it, but Neville's terribly shy, he more than makes up for it in stamina though," she said with a straight face.

He smiled weakly, clearing his throat. He was becoming uncomfortable with this line of converon, on, for some reason."So why are we here?"

Her demeanor turned serious. " We're here, because there are Dark Arts detectors in the school," she said, watching for his reaction.

It was minimal, he had schooled himself long ago to control his reactions, but he was shocked. A Weasley, and what's more a Gryffindor, was talking about engaging in Dark Arts. He'd thought that nothing she could do would shock him anymore, but she kept surprising him. "Are you implying that I know something of the Dark Arts? Most wizards frown on that kind of thing. I would never do something so beyond the pale."

"Oh cut the shit, I need your help with a present."

"And what kind of present requires knowledge of the Dark Arts?"

"The kind you never forget," she said an evil little smile on her face. "I need you to tell me what curses you know. I want something that can be placed on object, and be triggered to a specific person."

"Well you don't ask much do you?" He sighed, running a hand through his hair. " Believe it or not, I only know a few, most of them aren't that bad either."

"Which is the worst?"

He looked at her silently for a moment. "It's called MEMORIUS CRUCIUS, it makes the cursed party feel physical pain whenever they think about the person who cursed them."

"That's bloody perfect! Is it hard to break?"

"Considerably."

"Do you remember how to do the curse?"

"As it happens I do."

"I knew there was a reason I kept you around." She handed him a small book.

He flipped it open, reading "The Diary of Virginia Weasley."

"Isn't it perfect, I'm sending him my cursed diary," she said with a little laugh.

He shook his head smiling. "It's definitely a very Virginia Weasley thing to do. I wish I could see the look on his face when he gets this."

"So do I Draco, so do I."


Tom smiled as looked around his rooms. They were quite nice. He was happy with them. He was happy with life in general. The information that Snape was a traitor had persuaded Voldemort of hsefusefulness. He was now the second in command. Apparently things were coming to a head, and it would be a real war soon, no more hiding out in abandoned manors, albeit nice ones. He went to the window and opened it, he wondered why he hadn't gotten a reply from Virginia yet. He'd sent her his little message days ago, and was anxious to see what her response would be. He smiled as an owl swooped down, landing on his shoulder, it was about time. He looked curiously at the package for a moment. It looked like a book. Why would Virginia send him a book? He ripped off the wrapping paper and found that it was indeed a book. He opened it and frowned when as he read, The diary of Virginia Weasley. Virginia didn't keep a diary. He felt a shooting pain in his head and dropped the book. What had she done to him? He felt another sharp pain. He pointed his new wand, that Lucius had procured for him yesterday at the book. "Revealata." He watched as beams of colored light swirled around before settling into a pattern. He frowned as he recognized the magical pattern. He couldn't believe she'd cursed him. He felt another sharp pain at the thought of her. He flung the diary to the floor. "Lucius!" he yelled angrily.

After a few moments Lucius came running into the room, panting and out of breath. "I'm sorry for making you wait, Tom. I was.."

Tom cut him off abruptly." I.. have been cursed."

"Cursed? By who? I'll personally make sure that they die a slow and painful death."

Tom grabbed a hold of his robes, slamming him against the wall. "You'll do nothing but what I tell you."

"Of course, Tom. I'm sorry, I.. what do you wish me to do."

"I need you to find out how to counteract the Memorius Crucius."

"Actually, I know already, a former lover who dt tat take well to our parting cast it on me. The only way to counteract it, is to have the person who cast it take it off." He smiled as he remembered what he'd done to her to make her take it off. " Actually, if the person is reluctant to do it, it can prove to be quite entertaining."

"How interesting. It seems that I'll be taking a little trip." He winced in pain as he thought of her, but smiled despite it. He was looking forward to seeing her again, it seemed they had some things to discuss.

"Would you like me to come with you?"

"Oh, no, not at all. This is something I want to do all by myself."


AN: Next Chapter: Holiday bonuses and Jealous fit Inducing good looks. For all of you who have been wondering why it's rated NC-17, you're about to find out