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Summary:

Ginny is supposed to put together a Hogwarts All-Star team. A certain blond Seeker is keen on playing Krum. Trying to boost his chances to be nominated, he soon gets caught by his own mixed up feelings towards the ginger girl. However, Ginny smells a rat and is bound and determined to give him hell - with weird consequences ... Will true love thwart all their plans and motives? Read and find out - whatever it takes ... GW x DM :)

Whatever it takes ...

Chapter One: Blood is thicker than water!

"I still can't believe they chose you to put that team together!" Ron said cheerfully.

He spooned up some more mashed potatoes.

Ginny gave him a blow on the shin under the table and threw her brother a warning look.

While Ron let out a gasp she turned her head to look whether someone had witnessed his last words.

"Ouch!" Ron snapped. "What was that for?"

"For being incredibly thick!" Ginny hissed. "No one is supposed to know what's going on so far."

Her eyes were glistening angrily and she had pressed her lips together.

She was already regretting the fact that she had let her brother in on her mission.

"Incredibly thick? Harry and I will be on the team anyway and Hermione can't even spell Quidditch properly." Ron continued.

Now it was Hermione that was kicking his shin.

"Ouch!" Ron spat and furrowed his brow.

He gave Hermione a reproachful look and rubbed his left shin.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, Ron." Hermione instructed and let her fork drop.

Ron rolled his eyes and turned his attention to his plate again.

"Anyway, when will the team captains be told about the championship and the fact that you'll put the team together?" Hermione addressed to Ginny in a low voice.

"In about two weeks. I'm quite glad 'cause I still want to take a closer look at the Hufflepuff players. I'm not quite sure which one I will choose from their team." Ginny stated and took a sip of her pumpkin juice.

"Then you've already decided who will be on the team apart from the Hufflepuff players?" Hermione asked.

All eyes were set on Ginny who was blushing slightly.

"No." she replied curtly.

"No?" Ron gave her a bewildered look. "I'm quite sure that three members are determined yet."

"What makes you say that?" Ginny asked and reached for the salad bowl in front of her.

"Well! Blood is thicker than water!" Ron said flatly and grinned. "It might have slipped your mind, Ginevra Weasley, but it's me, Ron, your older brother."

"And you're almost like a brother, isn't it, Harry? Ginny will make sure that we are going to play against Durmstrang and Krum in particular." Ron turned to his best friend ever since their first day at Hogwarts and patted his shoulder.

Harry shrugged and looked at Ginny who was frowning at Ron.

"What?" Ron asked.

"We'll see." she said indifferently. "And now ... pipe down!"

"Father has told me that there will be a Quidditch championship in March. Beauxbaton and Durmstrang will take part in it too. And there will be some other school teams from all over Europe." Draco told his chums boastfully.

"A Quidditch championship? Why has nobody told us about that so far?" Cassius Warrington, one of the current Chasers of the Slytherin team asked and curled his lip. "That's just so typical!"

"Don't know." Draco replied and dabbed his mouth with a napkin. "But I'm sure they'll let us know soon enough. Maybe they're still puzzling out the formation. Father has told me that he's put in a good word for me. I won't miss out on playing against Krum. That much is sure."

"Someone's feeling confident today, huh?" Blaise teased and took a sip of pumpkin juice. "Anyway I'll keep my fingers crossed they make you Seeker of the team. We don't want Potter to rain on our parade, do we?"

"Exactly." Crabbe mumbled with his mouth full.

"Good one, Blaise." Draco stated and crossed his arms in front of his chest with a smug grin on his face.

He could always rely on his cronies that much was sure.

And his father would manage the rest for him.

Still somewhat absorbed in his egomaniacal thoughts he returned the broad smile of an admittedly very handsome Ravenclaw with long brown hair.

Crabbe and Goyle who had – to Draco's utter astonishment – noticed it, were roaring,

"Whoa!"

"Cool it, guys!" Draco demanded disdainfully when he had noticed the frown on the girl's face.

His mates stopped immediately and the girl beamed at him again.

"To Draco, our Seeker of the Hogwarts All-Star team!" Cassius said and rose his cup.

"To Draco!" the others called.

Some heads in were turning.

With a smirk on his face Draco rose to leave the table in a sudden hurry.

He wanted to make sure to come across that cute Ravenclaw in the Great Hall.

By accident – of course!

"Say that again!" Draco gaped at Urquhart, his team captain. "That little Weasley girl will put together the team? I may vomit!"

His heart had sunk at the news and he saw his chances to be the Seeker of the Hogwarts All-Star team fade away rapidly.

"Father's right. This school is definitely going to the dogs." Draco stated in a sepulchral voice and threw his kneepads down on to the floor.

"My arse, Draco! You must be kidding me." Blaise said – astonishment was flashing his face.

"I'm afraid I'm not." Draco frowned at his mate. "So much for my post on the Hogwarts team."

Draco wallowed in self-pity and one could tell that he was enjoying it.

"She'll never choose the players on pure talent. She'll get Potty and Weasel! That stroppy cow is biased! They can't be serious about that! Just wait until my father hears about this."

Draco was definitely talking himself into a fit of rage now.

His cheeks had reddened considerably and his eyes had narrowed dangerously.

"Steady on, mate! Let's think about ways to improve your chances instead." Blaise tried to calm Draco down.

"Improve my chances?" Draco let out a derogatory snort and jumped up from the plushy sofa at the Slytherin common room.

Quickly he started to pace the room.

"She hates me! She'll love leaving me out in the cold!"

Draco gave Blaise a demoralised look.

"Hey, don't hang your head. It ain't over till the fat lady sings and what makes you say that she hates you, huh?"

Draco laughed Blaise's words off and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"And what exactly do you want me to do? Snog her to unconsciousness to ensnare her senses? Or maybe jinx her?"

He snorted again.

"Snogging sounds good." Blaise stated.

Draco who had been staring at the flames in the large fireplace whirled around to face his mate, a bewildered expression on his face.

"What?" Blaise asked and shrugged. "You're best-known for your snogging skills, aren't you? All girls are at your feet. So why not the Weasley girl?"

Draco arched a brow at Blaise's admittedly blatant exaggeration and his reaction was saying something!

"Well, at least most of the Hogwarts girls." Blaise conceded. "But who would want to snog Millicent anyway?"

Draco curled his lip with disgust.

"At least, Weasley is pure-blood. So what can you lose?"

Draco furrowed his brow and let Blaise's idea sink in for a moment.

After a long moment of silence, he scratched his now stubbly chin and said,

"Maybe you're right. At least it's worth a try regarding the fact that playing against Krum is at stake."

"Good boy." Blaise said and patted Draco's shoulder. "Go in and win then!"

"I'll do my very best." Draco said dryly and left the common room to digest the news.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Michael! I mean, you can't be serious about that!" Ginny hissed lividly.

"You should have let them win!" Michael Corner insisted and seized Ginny's upper arms.

She tried to back off but knocked against a bookshelf with her back.

"Ouch! You're hurting me!" Ginny winced.

Michael's face was very close to hers now.

She could feel his breath on her face.

"That's what it's supposed to be!" he snapped.

"Let go of me!" Ginny shrieked and tried to reach inside her cloak to draw her wand but Michael was holding her in a vice-like grip.

"You wish. We're not through yet." Michael continued, his eyes were flickering maliciously. "I've always known that I'm better off with Cho! She's just so different from you."

He sneered at her.

"Why don't you just go and see her then!" Ginny shrieked.

She was willing to finally chuck Michael now.

"Hem, hem!" came the voice of Irma Pince the librarian from somewhere behind a bookshelf.

"Let go of me!" Ginny said through gritted teeth once more and tried to wriggle out of his grip.

She wasn't keen on getting detention thanks to a git like her estranged boyfriend.

"No, I won't." Michael ground out and tightened his grip.

One single tear was running down Ginny's cheek.

She was praying for having her wand now.

That would have given her the chance to cast a nice Bat Bogey Hex on that git but unfortunately she was unable to reach it.

"What's the matter with you two?" came a well-known voice all of a sudden.

Michael froze.

So did Ginny.

"Silence!" Ms Pince called.

"I'm afraid we've got a little problem with young Mr Corner here, Ms Pince!"

Draco was now towering over Michael who had still not let go of Ginny whose eyes were red and puffy.

"But I'll deal with that, Ms Pince. Never fear!" Draco was sucking up to the librarian and pointed at his silver Prefect's badge on his proudly puffed-out chest.

One of his notorious smirks was playing on his face.

He grabbed Michael that was two heads smaller by the scruff of the neck.

"Don't you know that snogging is forbidden in the library, Corner?" Draco asked and arched a brow at the student.

Irony was resonating in his voice.

He was casting Ginny a triumphant side-glance.

Of course he knew that they hadn't been snogging at all.

"Let go of your flirt now, Corner!" Draco demanded coldly. "I'm afraid I'll have to take ... let's say ... fifteen points from Ravenclaw for that."

Draco sneered again.

"And now off with you!" he dragged Michael towards the exit; leaving behind a somewhat flabbergasted Ginny who was rubbing her sore upper arms.

"Don't you ever dare to fool around with her again!" Draco said coldly, when the boys had left the library. "Do I make myself clear?"

Michael nodded hastily.

"Good!" Draco said and patted Michael's cheek.

You could tell that Corner was boiling with rage.

"And now shove off before I'll have to take some more points from Ravenclaw for you messing up my afternoon off."

He pushed Michael Corner so roughly that the boy stumbled.

"See you!" Draco rose his hand as if he wanted to wave at Michael.

Another sneer appeared on his face.

The chance he had been waiting for had finally come!

Whistling Draco returned to the library.

He wanted to go and see Weasley.

He would let her cry her eyes out on his strong shoulder only to make her fall for him.

Yes, that was exactly what he was playing at!

He was turning one corner when someone bumped hard into him.

"Watch your step!" Draco barked. "I'm a Prefect."

"So what?" came an only too familiar voice.

He looked down at the ginger girl that was now picking up her tatty books that were scattered on the floor.

While doing so she was ignoring him deliberately.

"That's all I needed." she muttered under her breath.

Draco arched a brow.

He hadn't expected her to be at his feet that quick!

Another smirk appeared on his face.

"Watch your word, Weasley! We wouldn't want me to take some points from Gryffindor too for your lewd behaviour at the library, would we?" he said in a low voice and placed his hands on his hips to give point to his words.

"Do what you must." Ginny snapped and looked up at him.

Her face was blotchy and her cheeks had reddened badly.

All in all she looked like she was about to hex him any moment.

Draco had to bite his lip to refrain from laughing at the look on her face.

Finally Ginny struggled to her feet.

"What?" she snapped and frowned at Draco who had planted himself in front of her, a stern expression on his face.

"You owe me one, Weasley." Draco said and bit his lower lip again, eyeing the ginger girl intensely.

She was breathing heavily and strands of her long ginger hair had fallen to her face.

He felt the urge to reach out and push the locks back but managed to refrain from doing so.

"I do?" Ginny asked and furrowed her brow while taking a deep breath.

"Yes." Draco drawled and took a step towards her.

He sensed that she was holding her breath for a moment.

"Dream on." she said and averted her gaze.

"Now, now, jolly cheeky, Weasley! Don't forget who you're talking to. I could ... "

" ... easily take some points from Gryffindor, I know." Ginny cut in and turned around to leave.

"But that doesn't give you the right to ... " she stalled and let out a gasp.

Draco had grabbed her arm.

"What the ... !"

She swung around – so swiftly that her chest bumped into his.

Ginny gasped again.

Draco looked down at her and smirked, she could feel his breath on her face and tried to back off.

"To do what?" he asked provokingly and tightened his grip on her arm.

He locked on to her soft brown gaze.

Their torsos were touching slightly and he felt her chest rise and fall.

Draco had to admit that he had never noticed that she was quite handsome.

For a moment he stared at the freckles on her nose.

"To keep me from attending my Transfiguration class, Malfoy!" Ginny snapped huffily and pushed him away. "If you'll excuse me, please!"

With that she slipped out of his grip and hurried off.

Ginny felt Malfoy's eyes burn on her back while her cloak was billowing around her ankles and her flaming red hair was streaming out behind her.

Biting his lower lip Draco looked after her.

"Oh dear. You're already falling in love with me." he muttered under his breath while he folded his arms in front of his chest.

With a broad self-pleased grin plastered on his face he returned to the Slytherin common room to tell Blaise the latest news.

TBC

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