Shut Up Tom

a/n:

Chapter 2: Do you HAVE to do that?

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Morning Sunshine!

Is what a very grumpy Virginia Weasley woke up to the next day, which (as is convenient in fan fictions) was Saturday. Glancing at the all-to-cheery-clock for her liking, she saw 6:00 staring back at her.

Do you HAVE to do that?

Virginia asked, closing her eyes and mashing her face into the pillow.

Do what?

Tom answered innocently( which, consequently, wasn´t that believable). Breathing in deeply, she got up, since she obviously wasn´t going to go back to sleep any time soon.

You know exactly "what", Tom,

Virginia answered, turning on her stereo. After a few minuets she asked, Tom?

I´m thinking. Actually, I think I do that, just because it bothers you SO much.

"ARGH! You are impossible," she screamed. Then, she heard a knock. Before she answered, she thought, `Who would be up at this un-godly hour besides the Quidditch players, and... and who should arrive at the door but ...(a/n: but Scrooge´s nephew Fred, his only living relative...

Sorry, couldn´t resist, we were reading "A Christmas Carol" in my reading class, and as I already know it like the back of my hand, it was driving me crazy...) Gran...er...Hermione. "Morning Ginny! I heard you bashing around in here, and wondered if you would like to..." something dawned on her. "Ginny. Who were you talking to?" she asked looking around for someone else. Virginia blinked, "Oh, um....n-nobody. Just my um..." She tried to unsuccessfully come up with something.

Why don´t you just tell her the truth? I´m sure*snigger* she would understand,

Tom asked, almost, but not quite seriously.

Oh yes, that would go well. "Actually Hermione, I have been speaking to the disembodied spirit of Lord Voldemort´s past in my head since my first year." Oh yes Tom, she would understand

that very well. So well, that she would have me sent by no other than my oh-so-loving family straight to St. Mungo´s.

Never said you had to follow my advice.

"Ginny?" Hermione asked, tapping her slightly on the shoulder. "Hmm? Oh, yes, I was yelling at my....watch. Yes, it wasn´t working and I over-reacted a bit. It´s working now though," Virginia finally thought up.

That, has got to be one of the worst lies I have ever heard.

"Oh! Of course! Well, I just wanted to know if you wanted to go watch Quidditch practice with me," the older girl said chipperly(a/n: is that even a word...*goes to find dictionary*)

And she bought. Damn, Granger is gullible. I thought she was supposed to be the smart one.

If Tom had a head, he would be shaking it, as it was, the tone of his voice was enough action. Virginia sighed, " I suppose so. Just let me get dressed," she said in the monotone voice of someone going to the gallows, and answering if they wanted a glass of water to sooth a sore throat. (a/n: I am v. impressed with myself. That was off the top of my head. Tom: You shouldn´t be, I doubt another stroke of genius will come again anytime soon. Chocolate Muse: *glare*)

Why are you going if you don´t want to?

asked a reasonable sounding Tom.

To tell you the truth, I don´t really know. Although, I´ll probably just slip away as soon as we get there. No one will notice if I´m gone.

With that, Virginia ushered Hermione out of her room, so that she may get dressed.

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Meanwhile, directly below them(well, not exactly directly, a good twenty to thirty floors, and a little bit to left actually, but work with me here), a very disgruntled Draco Malfoy had given up. One must ask, " What did he give up?" His sanity? His will to live? His virginity? No, my dear friends, none of these. Draco gave up drowning out the snores from down the hall. Now, due to the early hour, and, might I add, lack of sleep, our Dear Draco hadn´t thought to put a silencing charm on the room from which the offending noise was coming from.

You would think, he thought as he tiredly sat up in bed, that after all those years sleeping in the same dorm, then my becoming a prefect, that I would be used to the snoring. But...I suppose that was too much to ask for. Fore, you see, Crabbe and Goyle (Juniors, but it was a good bet that the Seniors also had this particular problem) had nasal problems. But they weren´t the only ones, oh no, it seemed, that a good three-fourths of Slytherin House had nasal problems also(must be the dank dungeons).

"Now that I´m awake, what should I do," he aloud to himself like some other people we could mention((a/n: huh? who? I have no idea what chur talking about. Tom: Of course you don´t....now, go lay down before you hurt yourself. CM: *glare* Tom: On with the story please.....CM: Now since I am the author, and therefore control the happenings of the story, Draco is going to go for a walk outside got it? readers: got it))

"Hmm...well, since Potter has the Pitch reserved for the Gryffendorks((a/n: this is an inside joke between some of my friends and I that came up during a summer rp game, some of which include a drunk, tattooed!Snape, and my character sitting in Frodo´s lap) this morning, I suppose I could go for a walk. So with that, Draco started getting dressed.

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End A/N: Yes, it´s over. *dodges randomly thrown objects* *clears throat* It is 1:23 AM, and I am getting slightly tired. For those of you who read my little author´s notes, I hope that I made you laugh, or at least smile a bit. This chapter doesn´t really have much going for it, but it´s enough to last until I get to Virginia´s discussion with Tom over the subject of Draco´s sexuality. *bows and salutes* Until then My Comrades.

SHOUT OUTS!

BookSmartBrilliance: I am honored that you read my little fic. I am glad you enjoyed my description of the Dram Team. Please keep up with the good work on "Was I ever loved by You?" (or add more Stud!Ron, both of which I would be eternally grateful for)

M.: Sorry about the paragraph problems the first time I uploaded the last chapter, but the first version I tried had a few bugs. Hope this one meets standards.

Ginny: So far, I have no idea about the plot, so I suppose I shall just join the club eh?

Midnight: Hope you liked this chapter, aren´t you glad I updated?

Darcel: Hope you like weird, `cuz there is even more coming.

Bane: (love the nickname) Yes, the purple button is yet another person you had to get a present for.

Cabby: I love the idea that Tom never really left Virginia. However, the few fics that feature that are all angsty and depressing. I thought that there ought to be at least one out there, and so, "Shut Up Tom" was born. Actually, I just thought it up while I was walking across my kitchen to get a glass of water(damn, I have a good memory), then started writing things down as they came along.