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Chapter 1: Dueling Plotters
Draco was bored. No, not your everyday-lazy-nothing-to-do-so-I'm-bored, bored. He was actually, completely, entirely, mind-numbingly bored. He felt like he had done all there was to do at Hogwarts. He'd gone to Hogsmeade, played quidditch, had the girlfriends, taunted the weaker and less beautiful, eaten the same food, sat in the same classes, and heard the same jokes from the same people and he was bored!
There were only two things that hadn't failed to entertain him, humiliating and plotting against other people. These two hobbies of his led him to play a game, his favorite game, called, 'let's toy with other people's emotions.' He played it often and it always brought him endless joy and amusement. To relieve is infinite boredom, Draco started plotting and looking for the perfect victim.
Scanning the Great Hall her flaming carrot hair was hard to miss. Ginny Weasley was perfect. She was weak, young, inexperienced, and oh-so naively innocent. She would be just right for his newest prank. Once he was content with his decision, Draco turned his attention back to more pressing matters such as eating to keep that healthy shine in his hair. It was unfortunate, (but handy to the plot) that he turned before noticing a pair of amber eyes staring intently in his direction.
Ginny Weasley hated Draco. She found him to be snobbish, manipulative, egotistical, chauvinistic, haughty and down-right despicable. She couldn't wait to enact her plot, he'd never see it coming. A sly grin spread across her face as she slowly turned back to her rapidly cooling dinner.
The next day...
Draco had spent the morning preening and primping. His hair was impeccable, his skin was flawless, and his outfit was luxuriously rich and trendy. He definitely looked the part of a seducer. Grabbing a bouquet of fresh pink and white lilies, the master plotter made his way to breakfast. Walking down the halls Draco ignored both confused glances from the guys and jealous glares from the girls as he passed them. He approached the Gryffindor table with a flourish, much to the disgust of 99% of the people there. One person, the other 1%, stifled her giggles and stood to greet him.
Draco tried to keep his tongue in his mouth. She looked hot in her amazing outfit, a low cut, high slit, slinky black dress with dripping garnet earrings and matching choker, her hair pulled into a curly up-do that glittered with more jewels. He had never realized what a nice body she had. And the lipstick she wore to match the garnet jewelry showed her plump and pouty lips. Her eyes flashed with amusement under her long dark eyelashes. Once Draco collected his thoughts, he confusedly realized that she shouldn't have known he was going to do this. Why was she dressed up? Why did she know the flowers were for her? He hadn't told anyone what he was planning!
Pushing aside his doubts, Draco continued with this plan. He presented the flowers and took her hand to kiss in a most gentleman-like way. Ginny raised an eyebrow at the treatment and gave a brushing kiss on each cheek that sent shivers down Draco's spine. This was not the girl he remembered. The Ginny he knew would have stumbled and stammered in embarrassment. He was expecting a slap on his first attempt to woo, not a warm and sexy welcome. Ginny, seeming to hear his thoughts, winked suggestively and then promptly sat down, ignoring both her would be admirer and the outraged questions from her fellow house mates.
Draco, having no other option, retreated back to the Slytherin table where her in turn was bombarded with questions and exclamations. He paid them no attention as he stared back in awed wonder and confusion, thinking to himself, that was too easy.
A/N: Hi all! This D/G fic will hopefully be different than all the others you've read. There are a couple twists you won't expect, (hopefully). Please review- they give me a warm fuzzy feeling inside and convince me I should write a second chapter! Luv you all!
Thalia05