"People cheat all the time," Draco shrugged, "I don't see how this is my problem or why I should even be interested in giving you a second look. Get out of my sight, Weasley."

Ginny rolled her eyes, hardly affected by his words. Weeks ago she might have been, but now she'd been hardened, forced to have witnessed the man she loved have sex with a woman she had now come to loathe. The seven days since that encounter had passed interminably slow and had almost overwhelmed her with depression, but she'd fortunately pulled herself out at the last minute. Ginny refused to be the victim again, not to the man who'd spent years saving her like some kind of knight in shining armor. She was not a damsel in distress and she never would be again.

"If you don't want to mess with Harry, fine, I'll just find someone in your house who will." She crossed her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow in mock thoughtfulness. "I hear Blaise Zabini doesn't like him, or Theodore Nott, even Adrian Pucey. You never know."

Taking a drag from the cigarette hanging limply in his mouth, Draco snorted. "Blaise doesn't touch mudblood lovers like you. Theodore hates gingers, Gryffindors, and wouldn't put his dick anywhere close to where Potter's has been. And Adrian, well, he's not too into women."

"That's not the point, buzz kill," she snapped, "I'm sure there's plenty of other men in your house who wouldn't mind deflating Harry's ego. And if not, I'm sure I could find a woman. Though come to think of it, that might be a better plan."

Of anything that she'd said, this got Draco's attention. "A woman?"

His tone was dripping with sarcasm, which Ginny immediately took offense to. "Yes, a woman, Malfoy," she glared. "They're magical beings with vaginas, tits, and legs for days. Any other questions?"

He didn't say anything, just took a few more drags of his cigarette and thought about it. Helping her would likely bring criticism from his friends, loads of jokes, and Pansy would be pissed beyond all hell. "What's in it for me?"

"What do you want?"

Draco had expected her to say that the humiliation of Harry Potter was in it for him, but instead she left him with an open-ended question and curiosity on his part. "Well I don't need money, not like you'd have it anyway," he sneered.

"Well I don't want a man with manners, which is why I came to you. Name your price, Malfoy, or let me find someone else who's willing to." She shook her head. "I don't have time for your petulance."

"Look who got themselves a backbone," he teased with a smirk. "How opposed are you to short skirts?"

Ginny narrowed her eyes, "You better be a convincing lie, Malfoy."

He chuckled, "I will be, assuming you are for me."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"If you're going to hang on my arm to make Potter jealous, we do this my way."

Her jaw tightened at his name. "I'm not trying to make him jealous."

"Of course not," Draco replied impatiently, "you're just trying to make him feel the same hurt that you did when you found him having sex with that stupid Abbott girl. I get it. I've played this role before, Weasley. I know what I'm doing." He flicked his cigarette to the ground and crushed it beneath his shoe. "All I want in return is for you to do whatever I want, whenever I want, until this is over."

"I'm not giving you information on the Order."

Draco laughed loudly, the sound echoing across the courtyard. "I don't want your petty information," he rolled his eyes. "I just want to see if you're as spitfire in the bedroom as you are in person." Again what he expected from her was not what he received. Instead of disgust at his proposal, she shocked him.

"I am," she returned his smirk, "and I will gladly show you whatever you want when you've completed your end of the deal."

He gave her a hard glance, looking up and down at the girl who'd once been possessed by the Dark Lord. She had definitely grown up and Draco even admired her for her courage. "Are you sure you're not a Slytherin?" He asked jokingly. Her laugh, tinkling and melodic, made him shiver.

"I asked to be a Gryffindor, Malfoy," she winked, "wherever else I might have been placed is between me and the Sorting Hat."

"You're an evil little girl."

"Probably," she shrugged carelessly, "but I didn't choose to be this way."

It was bestowed upon her, he realized. Draco almost felt bad for taking advantage of her at a weak moment, but the glint of mischief in her eyes made him reconsider. She knew what she was doing. Even if she'd been pushed into becoming a woman with revenge on her plate, Ginny knew what she was doing. "I'll meet you in the back of the library tomorrow morning just before breakfast. Wear something pretty," he said gruffly, departing with a small shake of his head.

What had he signed up for?

Author's Note: As is the premise for many Draco and Ginny fanfics, the idea of revenge on Harry for cheating has become a personal favorite. I'm attempting to take this in a new direction, but if not, at least it'll be up for amusement and posterity. Obviously I am not J.K. Rowling and so the Harry Potter series is not mine. Reviews and favorites are adored, but not required.