Seducing Ginny Weasley
A Tale
of
Ginny and Draco
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A Cure For What Ails You
There was nothing remarkable at all about Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy thought. Nothing what so ever. Well, her hair was a rare shade of red, her eyes the softest brown, but that was it. Nothing else. She was only a sixth year, after all. What could be so great about her? Except for her laughter like music, and the lively intelligence that permeated all she did. Really, he couldn't understand why all the boys at Hogwarts were so damn crazy about her. After all, except for the way she --
Blast! he thought.
Blaise took one look at his face and smothered a grin. "Weasley?"
"What?" Draco asked, starting.
"Are you mooning over Ginny Weasley again?"
"Damn it, Blaise, I can't seem to help it . . ."
"Well my friend, there's only one cure for an illness like yours."
"What's that? Because I want it and I want it right now."
"I don't doubt that you do."
"Come on, Blaise, tell me."
"The only cure for an obsession like yours, Master Malfoy," he paused for emphisis.
"Go on. The only cure is . . ."
"Seduction," Blaise finished with a flourish.
Poor Ginny
Little did Ginny Weasley know that well over half the male population at Hogwarts was panting down the back of her neck (or more likely the front of it). That was part of where her charm lay. She was just too innocent to remain so.
Dean Thomas and Michael Corner were highly envied, but also in contempt for having 'blown it.' Dean said that the dagger looks from her brothers were just too high a price to pay. Michael said that she snored (as if he even knew). No one was fooled by the show of indifference. They wanted Ginny just as much as the rest of them.
And now that Potter had broken it off with her, what was there to stop them? Only the possibility of a bat-boogie hex.
A Tutor in Seduction
"And how exactly do you plan to execute this little plan of yours, Mister Malfoy?"
Draco stared at Snape uncomprehendingly.
Snape smiled, and the expression lay on his face like an unnatural slug. "There are accomplices in every seduction."
He paled. "Sir?"
"You know of what I speak!" Mercifully, the smile went away. "You don't even know how to go about this, do you, Malfoy. The first step is gathering allies. You have Mister Zabini, myself, Crabbe, Goyle. Is there any one else?"
Mutely, Draco shook his head. Silently, he thought to himself, Blaise, you are going to die a slow and painful death for telling him!
"You will need more people. Gryffindors. And to get Gryffindors, you will need to work through either Ravenclaws or Hufflepuffs.
"Yes, Sir."
"And Malfoy?"
"Sir?"
"You will need to do something about Potter, and that Parkinson girl who would kiss your shoes if you asked."
"Yes, Professor Snape."
Recruiting Hannah Abbot
It was easier then he had anticipated. When he broached the subject, Hannah had been only too willing.
"If Ginny gets out of the field," she explained, "then the boys might show some interest in us other girls instead."
"Oh."
"Don't worry. By dinner, I'll have a list of names for you. I think every girl in Hufflepuff will fall over herself to help.
That evening, Hannah delivered him a list of thirty seven names.
"That's all the girls," she said.
Cho's Malice
"Seduce her?" Cho said. "The little hussy deserves to get what's been coming to her for a long time."
Draco wasn't sure he wanted this kind of help, but what could he do? Cho was friends with a Gryffindor seventh year.
Soon he had four long lists sitting on his desk. Nearly every girl in the school had eagerly agreed to help him.
The only problem was, Draco didn't know what came next.
Snape the (Un)Sage
"Get her alone and seduce her!" was the only answer he got from Snape.
But he didn't want it to be like that. He wanted there to be more substance to it.
The Amazing Dr. Blaise
"Send her flowers or something. Yellow roses. Get one of the Gryffindor girls to deliver them."
"Why yellow?"
"I've always thought that red roses were a bit cliche. And they would clash with her hair.
"How many flowers do I send her, Blaise?"
"How much do you want her?"
Draco gave him a speaking look.
"That's going to be a lot of roses, friend of mine."
An Interesting Idea From Hermione
"But who are they from, Hermione?"
"You're a witch, Ginny. Use a spell."
Ginny tried. No result.
"Guess. Who are they from? I haven't got a clue. I'm glad they're not red, though."
"Why? Red means 'true love' in the language of flowers."
"Oh."
The next time, they were white, then lavender, then coral, then pink. Finally, she snapped and went to the library for a look at a book on the meaning of flowers.
Yellow roses- jealousy, friendship
White roses - silence, innocence, dreams
Lavender roses - love at first sight
Coral or orange roses - desire, passion
Pink roses - desire, passion, youth
She went red right up to the tips of her ears.
In the next row of books away, Draco grinned to himself. Now she'd cracked that old tome, he would have to be sure of the message he was sending her. Nothing like saying 'coriander, lust,' to ruin the moment.
Kisses In The Darkness
"Trust me, it'll be worth it," was was Blaise had said when Draco was debating with himself whether or not to send the note with the flowers.
Meet me at midnight in the Charms class room.
"I'm using Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder, though. I don't want her to see me. Not yet."
"Good idea. Keep this whole mystery thing going as long as you can. Lizzie Jaster, the one whose been taking the flowers for you, says that every time Ginny looks at them, she smiles and goes bright red."
"As red as her hair?"
"How would I know?"
Slyly, Draco added, "As red as Lizzie went when you kissed her?"
"Probabl -- hey!"
"Bye Blaise. If you recall, I have a rendezvous to prepare for."
Blaise shook his head. "Remind me why we're doing this?"
"Seducing Ginny Weasley?"
"Yes. That."
"Because we were both sick of my mooning over her."
"Well, this just seems like a more purposeful, directed kind of mooning."
"Maybe you're right."
Still, he went to the Charms room at midnight.
Ginny arrived a little late. It was perfectly dark in the room, but Draco knew when she was there.
"Who are you?" she asked. "Why have you sent me all those flowers?"
"Shh," Draco said. "Names don't matter." Then he found her in the dark, rested his hands on her shoulders, and kissed her gentle. He could tell that she hadn't done much kissing in the past, but for all that she was good at it. When they broke apart, they were both breathless. Draco slid his hands down to her waist and kissed her again, letting his lips trail across her cheek and down her neck. She shivered in his arms, and seemed to consider for a moment, then wrapped her own arms around him. A glowing heat was starting to build inside Draco as his lips coasted over her throat.
I could do it now, he realized. I could seduce her right now. It would be as easy as breathing. She's just too damned innocent!
"Go," he said, voice a little raspy. "You'll be hearing from me again soon."
He felt Ginny move her arm against him, then press her fingers to her kiss-swollen lips, as if to see if they had been changed by his kiss. She left him there, alone in the dark.
For the craziest moment, Draco wanted to call after her, "Ginny Weasley, there's no girl alive I would rather seduce then you!"