Description: Ginny catches Malfoy using his prefect privileges the wrong
way (surprise, surprise) and blackmails him into tutoring her in potions
(isn't she a naughty girl). D/G Story.
Rating: I'm going to go with a PG-13 for language and probably some situations later on.
Disclaimer: The most amazing thing happened today . . . I woke up this morning and I owned the Harry Potter universe! Really, I did! Well, then I really woke up and, sadly, realized that it still belonged to J.K. Rowling. Sigh.
Spoilers: OotP
A/N: Hey y'all! The idea for this story popped into my head and wouldn't leave me alone! So I guess I just have to get it out! Anyway, I feel so creative with two stories out there. What's up with that? Anyway, let me know what you think! Also ""means out loud and ' ' means to themselves.
Blackmail
Chapter 1
Ginny leaned back in her chair and rubbed her eyes. She'd been at her potions homework for hours and didn't feel like she was making any headway in it at all. O.W.L.S. were just a couple of months away and she felt an anxiety attack start whenever she thought of them. Of all her subjects, potions were the one she worried about the most.
'I'll just have to ask Hermione for help again,' she grudgingly thought. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate Hermione's help, she truly did. It was just that when Hermione got into the "tutoring zone" as she liked to call it, it was kind of hard to keep up. That and whenever Ginny asked her to stop if she didn't understand something Hermione would give her a look as if she couldn't believe that someone couldn't follow along with something so simple.
Ginny looked at the grandfather clock in the library, it was ten o'clock and she didn't think that she would be getting any farther that night. She stood up and gathered her notes and books shoving them into her bag. She left the empty library and walked the equally empty halls toward the stairs.
As she approached the stairs she thought heard laughing coming from the direction of the Great Hall. She ignored the thought, it was well past curfew and no one would be out in the halls now. She had just taken a couple of steps when she heard laughing again and the unmistakable sound of voices. Her curiosity got the best of her and she went to find out who else was out at this hour.
"Come on Draco," Pansy whined, "would you two stop fooling around! I don't want to get caught!"
Draco and Blaise stopped roughhousing and looked at their friend. "Honestly Pansy, who is going to catch us out here? I'm on watch tonight. No one else is going to see us out here."
"She's so paranoid," Blaise added. "You'd think this was the first time that we all snuck to the kitchens."
Pansy stuck her tongue out at the boys, "I just have a bad feeling is all."
Draco raised a brow, "Are you actually paying attention in Diviniation now?"
"Very funny," she said. "Let's just go."
The three continued on their way not realizing a red head was tailing them. Ginny wasn't surprised to see that Malfoy was using his position as prefect to sneak his friends around the school. She shook her head in disgust and turned around to head back to her dormitory.
She swung too fast however and her bag crashed into the wall. With no one else in the halls the thump her bag made echoed loud enough to reach the only other inhabitants in the corridors.
"What was that?" she heard Pansy ask.
"Damn it," Draco muttered. "Quick, go in that room over there," he was telling them. "I'll go check it out."
Ginny saw that as her opportunity. She walked as quickly as she could back toward the stairs. She heard Malfoy start running and started running herself. Of course he didn't have a bag full of books to cart along. It wasn't much longer before she heard his surprised voice, "Weasley?"
She stopped running and turned around, slightly out of breath. 'Damn it,' she thought. She hoped she'd be able to sneak away quietly. Now she'd have to deal with Malfoy. "Taking your prefect duties seriously I see," she said casually.
"As if that's any of your business," he countered.
'He's really so damn arrogant!' she thought to herself. She wished there was a way to get at him, to wipe that self-satisfied look off his face. Then it dawned on her. She looked him straight in the eye; "You're really going to be so rude after what I just saw? I thought you had better sense than that, Malfoy."
Draco crossed his arms across his chest and took a step toward Ginny, "And just what, pray tell, are you going to do with that information?" He kept walking and stopped only when he stood right in front of her, "You are, in fact, out past curfew."
Ginny gave him a smug smirk, "Oh, I'm not too worried about that," she said reaching into her bag. "You see I have permission to be out," she pulled out a note and handed it to him. "I was in the library studying."
"You weren't in the library just now," he told her, barley glancing over the note.
"Oh well then, please, by all means, let's go take this up with Dumbledore," she said. "I'm sure that he'd love to hear how you spend you nights patrolling the halls."
Draco glared at her knowing and hating that she had him in a corner. "What do you want Weasley," he snapped at her.
"Temper, temper. Let's see, what do I want?" she asked aloud drumming her fingers on her chin. She looked him in the eye again," I need a tutor in potions."
"Absolutely not!" he choked out.
Her lower lip jutted out in a pout, "No? Oh, well then," she shrugged. "I guess I'd better go turn myself in to Dumbledore then." She turned and headed toward the stairs.
She hadn't taken more than two steps when Draco's hand shot out and caught her by the arm. "Fine," he grumbled. "I can't believe I'm being blackmailed by a Weasley."
She turned back to him smiling, "I thought you'd be proud."
He rolled his eyes, "Why me Weasley? Why not your pathetic brother? Or, at the very least, Granger?"
Ginny started laughing, "My brother? Honestly, I thought after six years with the Gryffindors in the same class, you would have noticed that my brother isn't the best there is at potions. As for Hermione, I need a tutor not a drill sergeant. Your skills in potions are well known throughout the school. I might as well use you if I can."
"Whatever, but I refuse to compromise my reputation. Tutoring a Gryffindor indeed. Well do it after curfew in the library since you have permission to be out," he suggested.
"No way!" Ginny said. "I'm not going to wait until curfew to start doing potions homework, with how bad I am, we'll be at it all night."
"Super," he said irritated. "So then what do you suggest?"
"Do you remember the Room of Requirement?"
"Yeah, it's where your little boyfriend, Potter, held his fan club," he said.
Ginny ignored his comment about Harry, "Tomorrow, at seven, I'll see you there."
Draco watched her climb the stairs and head toward the Gryffindor tower. Now he was stuck tutoring the youngest Weasley. At least she wouldn't be telling Dumbledore about what she saw. The last thing he needed was for Dumbledore to remove him as prefect and send a letter to his parents. Draco didn't need another reason to disgrace his family again.
He headed back to the room where Pansy and Blaise where waiting. "Well? What the hell happened?" Blaise asked as soon as he entered the room.
"It was Ginny Weasley," he told them.
"Ginny Weasley?" Pansy repeated. "Did you give her enough detention to make her forget anything she may have seen?"
"I couldn't," he told them frustrated. Draco told them about his encounter with Ginny and how he was now forced to tutor her so she wouldn't tell Dumbledore. Blaise and Pansy looked at each other a moment before they burst out laughing. "And just what the hell is so funny?" he demanded.
"Nothing, mate," Blaise said.
"She's manipulating you and you don't think this is funny?" Pansy asked.
"No, I don't find anything particularly amusing about this!" he replied angrily. "Let's go back to the dungeon. I'm not in the mood for a snack anymore."
"Whatever you say, Draco," Blaise said biting back more laughter.
"Aww, poor Draco," Pansy said leaning against him and taking his hand in hers, "All he wants is a little understanding, Blaise."
"I'm understanding," Blaise said, "I'm understanding that, Ginny Weasley has more cunning than I ever gave her credit for. Taking advantage of the Prince of Slytherin like that, the nerve," he said laughing again.
Draco glared at his friend causing him to erupt in even grater fits of laughter. He was glad that Blaise found it funny, but he wouldn't be stuck night after night with the red head trying to get her to understand her potions work. Why did Ginny Weasley have to be in the library that night?
A/N: Chapter one done! These chapters are probably going to be much shorter than my other stories usually are. This is just going to be a light, fluffy story, not too much on the drama. Let me know what y'all think! Review if you have time!
Rating: I'm going to go with a PG-13 for language and probably some situations later on.
Disclaimer: The most amazing thing happened today . . . I woke up this morning and I owned the Harry Potter universe! Really, I did! Well, then I really woke up and, sadly, realized that it still belonged to J.K. Rowling. Sigh.
Spoilers: OotP
A/N: Hey y'all! The idea for this story popped into my head and wouldn't leave me alone! So I guess I just have to get it out! Anyway, I feel so creative with two stories out there. What's up with that? Anyway, let me know what you think! Also ""means out loud and ' ' means to themselves.
Blackmail
Chapter 1
Ginny leaned back in her chair and rubbed her eyes. She'd been at her potions homework for hours and didn't feel like she was making any headway in it at all. O.W.L.S. were just a couple of months away and she felt an anxiety attack start whenever she thought of them. Of all her subjects, potions were the one she worried about the most.
'I'll just have to ask Hermione for help again,' she grudgingly thought. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate Hermione's help, she truly did. It was just that when Hermione got into the "tutoring zone" as she liked to call it, it was kind of hard to keep up. That and whenever Ginny asked her to stop if she didn't understand something Hermione would give her a look as if she couldn't believe that someone couldn't follow along with something so simple.
Ginny looked at the grandfather clock in the library, it was ten o'clock and she didn't think that she would be getting any farther that night. She stood up and gathered her notes and books shoving them into her bag. She left the empty library and walked the equally empty halls toward the stairs.
As she approached the stairs she thought heard laughing coming from the direction of the Great Hall. She ignored the thought, it was well past curfew and no one would be out in the halls now. She had just taken a couple of steps when she heard laughing again and the unmistakable sound of voices. Her curiosity got the best of her and she went to find out who else was out at this hour.
"Come on Draco," Pansy whined, "would you two stop fooling around! I don't want to get caught!"
Draco and Blaise stopped roughhousing and looked at their friend. "Honestly Pansy, who is going to catch us out here? I'm on watch tonight. No one else is going to see us out here."
"She's so paranoid," Blaise added. "You'd think this was the first time that we all snuck to the kitchens."
Pansy stuck her tongue out at the boys, "I just have a bad feeling is all."
Draco raised a brow, "Are you actually paying attention in Diviniation now?"
"Very funny," she said. "Let's just go."
The three continued on their way not realizing a red head was tailing them. Ginny wasn't surprised to see that Malfoy was using his position as prefect to sneak his friends around the school. She shook her head in disgust and turned around to head back to her dormitory.
She swung too fast however and her bag crashed into the wall. With no one else in the halls the thump her bag made echoed loud enough to reach the only other inhabitants in the corridors.
"What was that?" she heard Pansy ask.
"Damn it," Draco muttered. "Quick, go in that room over there," he was telling them. "I'll go check it out."
Ginny saw that as her opportunity. She walked as quickly as she could back toward the stairs. She heard Malfoy start running and started running herself. Of course he didn't have a bag full of books to cart along. It wasn't much longer before she heard his surprised voice, "Weasley?"
She stopped running and turned around, slightly out of breath. 'Damn it,' she thought. She hoped she'd be able to sneak away quietly. Now she'd have to deal with Malfoy. "Taking your prefect duties seriously I see," she said casually.
"As if that's any of your business," he countered.
'He's really so damn arrogant!' she thought to herself. She wished there was a way to get at him, to wipe that self-satisfied look off his face. Then it dawned on her. She looked him straight in the eye; "You're really going to be so rude after what I just saw? I thought you had better sense than that, Malfoy."
Draco crossed his arms across his chest and took a step toward Ginny, "And just what, pray tell, are you going to do with that information?" He kept walking and stopped only when he stood right in front of her, "You are, in fact, out past curfew."
Ginny gave him a smug smirk, "Oh, I'm not too worried about that," she said reaching into her bag. "You see I have permission to be out," she pulled out a note and handed it to him. "I was in the library studying."
"You weren't in the library just now," he told her, barley glancing over the note.
"Oh well then, please, by all means, let's go take this up with Dumbledore," she said. "I'm sure that he'd love to hear how you spend you nights patrolling the halls."
Draco glared at her knowing and hating that she had him in a corner. "What do you want Weasley," he snapped at her.
"Temper, temper. Let's see, what do I want?" she asked aloud drumming her fingers on her chin. She looked him in the eye again," I need a tutor in potions."
"Absolutely not!" he choked out.
Her lower lip jutted out in a pout, "No? Oh, well then," she shrugged. "I guess I'd better go turn myself in to Dumbledore then." She turned and headed toward the stairs.
She hadn't taken more than two steps when Draco's hand shot out and caught her by the arm. "Fine," he grumbled. "I can't believe I'm being blackmailed by a Weasley."
She turned back to him smiling, "I thought you'd be proud."
He rolled his eyes, "Why me Weasley? Why not your pathetic brother? Or, at the very least, Granger?"
Ginny started laughing, "My brother? Honestly, I thought after six years with the Gryffindors in the same class, you would have noticed that my brother isn't the best there is at potions. As for Hermione, I need a tutor not a drill sergeant. Your skills in potions are well known throughout the school. I might as well use you if I can."
"Whatever, but I refuse to compromise my reputation. Tutoring a Gryffindor indeed. Well do it after curfew in the library since you have permission to be out," he suggested.
"No way!" Ginny said. "I'm not going to wait until curfew to start doing potions homework, with how bad I am, we'll be at it all night."
"Super," he said irritated. "So then what do you suggest?"
"Do you remember the Room of Requirement?"
"Yeah, it's where your little boyfriend, Potter, held his fan club," he said.
Ginny ignored his comment about Harry, "Tomorrow, at seven, I'll see you there."
Draco watched her climb the stairs and head toward the Gryffindor tower. Now he was stuck tutoring the youngest Weasley. At least she wouldn't be telling Dumbledore about what she saw. The last thing he needed was for Dumbledore to remove him as prefect and send a letter to his parents. Draco didn't need another reason to disgrace his family again.
He headed back to the room where Pansy and Blaise where waiting. "Well? What the hell happened?" Blaise asked as soon as he entered the room.
"It was Ginny Weasley," he told them.
"Ginny Weasley?" Pansy repeated. "Did you give her enough detention to make her forget anything she may have seen?"
"I couldn't," he told them frustrated. Draco told them about his encounter with Ginny and how he was now forced to tutor her so she wouldn't tell Dumbledore. Blaise and Pansy looked at each other a moment before they burst out laughing. "And just what the hell is so funny?" he demanded.
"Nothing, mate," Blaise said.
"She's manipulating you and you don't think this is funny?" Pansy asked.
"No, I don't find anything particularly amusing about this!" he replied angrily. "Let's go back to the dungeon. I'm not in the mood for a snack anymore."
"Whatever you say, Draco," Blaise said biting back more laughter.
"Aww, poor Draco," Pansy said leaning against him and taking his hand in hers, "All he wants is a little understanding, Blaise."
"I'm understanding," Blaise said, "I'm understanding that, Ginny Weasley has more cunning than I ever gave her credit for. Taking advantage of the Prince of Slytherin like that, the nerve," he said laughing again.
Draco glared at his friend causing him to erupt in even grater fits of laughter. He was glad that Blaise found it funny, but he wouldn't be stuck night after night with the red head trying to get her to understand her potions work. Why did Ginny Weasley have to be in the library that night?
A/N: Chapter one done! These chapters are probably going to be much shorter than my other stories usually are. This is just going to be a light, fluffy story, not too much on the drama. Let me know what y'all think! Review if you have time!