Ginny was pissed.
No, Ginny was furious. Her damned brothers had ruined her life. They had pushed their limits, and now, now they would have to face the consequences: a furious Ginny Weasley.
They were so dead. Of course, they had yet to realize it. They probably assumed that poor little Ginny would tell their mum and that she would send the obligatory howler. And that that would be the end of that. They could not be more wrong.
Oh, Fred and George were the great pranksters of her family, but Ginny definitely got her own share of mischief and cunning. And she knew exactly how to ruin her brothers' fun. If she was not allowed to date Hufflepuffs nor Ravenclaws-nor Griffindors for that matter, well all that was left was the Slytherin house.
Ginny smirked. Perfect. She knew that the Slytherins and Griffindors both had potions now, and that the class was just about over. Perfect, she repeated mentally. Leaning against the wall, Ginny prepared to wait for her plan to fall into place.
***
Draco smirked at Professor Snape. No homework tonight. It was a rather pleasant surprise to both Gryffindors and Slytherins. Of course, they did have a test in a week that Draco probably should start studying for. But after lunch would be fine.
Unfortunately, Draco was a little preoccupied with his plans that he did not see Ginny until she stepped directly in front of him. With a sigh, he moved to step around her, only to have her follow his movement. "What do you want, little Weasel?" he snapped out of annoyance. "Only a word with you. I have a plan that might....interest you." Ginny smiled, all she had to do was get Draco to agree and life would be perfect. Draco sneered and pushed her out of the way, calling out as he walked away, "I would never agree to any plan thought up by a Weasley."
***
Damn him. Ginny was seething with anger and frustration. Her plan would fail without Draco. Trust Malfoy to ruin something even he would enjoy!
Ginny crossed her arms and glared at her food. The Weasley boys darted furtive glances at Ginny, then to each other. The morning's mail had arrived, with no sign of a howler anywhere. It was somewhat unnerving, since their mother was always prompt.
And Ginny's scowl was unnerving.
So was Draco's for that matter.
***
Draco opened the letter again in the privacy of a shadowy corner. Damn. It was still signed 'Ginny Weasley'. Contemplating the best way to kill the youngest Weasley for ruining his image, Draco skimmed the letter.
"...brothers...let me date...want to prove...will you go out with me...sweet and blissful..." Wait...what did she ask? Draco traced his fingers along her words until he found the contemptible phrase. Draco snorted. Did the youngest Weasel really think she had a chance with the hottest guys in the school? With a more heartfelt chuckle, Draco headed to potions. Maybe he would see the little girl hanging on Potter's heels.
Shame she wasn't. Draco felt a bit...disappointed. He had a new target to ridicule, and she had the audacity not to show! Glowering at anyone nearby, Draco stormed into Potions. Well, as much as an aristocrat can storm-in other words, glided with less grace.
This was noted by the Potter fan club. Ron, never one to let a witty comment pass him by, smirked. "What's the matter Drakey-poo, did your mom turn you down again last night?"
Draco smirked and sat down, too involved in his own thoughts to care that he had yet to defend his, Slytherin's, and his family's honor.
Snape, however was kind enough to stand in for his favorite student, taking thirty points from Gryffindor for deriding a fellow student and giving Ron, Harry, and Hermione detention, seeing as how they all snickered at Ron's comment.
After mixing the aging potion counterclockwise instead of clockwise-turning it into a nice weed killer-and suffering through an hour of Hermione's lectures on both potions, Draco hurried out of the classroom. He had overheard Weasel and Potter discussing Ginny's herbology class. Indeed, it was a chilly morning to spend outside chatting with plants, Draco smirked.
At the end of Potions, another letter had arrived for Draco. Another at lunch. And during Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Herbology.
Draco scowled at the Gryffindor table. Not once had he seen the little Weasel. And yet he had seven-make that eight, he mentally added with a scowl-letters from the brat. His pockets were so full of them, he began to wonder if he would have to start filling his notebook with the damned love letters.
Disgusted with the thought, Draco stormed from the dining hall, his appetite lost and his anger simmering just above the surface. If he got another letter from that damned Weasley...
***
That 'damned Weasley' happened to be enjoying her day in the library. She had purposefully skipped lunch and dinner from the fear of what Draco may do, now that he should have had all of the letters. Well, except for the final one, she thought with a grin.
She stood from the library, hoping Draco and everyone else was still in the Dining Hall. Hiding in a shadowy nook, she pulled Harry's invisibility cloak from her book bag. As soon as she was sure she was completely hidden, she walked to the dungeons to plant the final letter.
***
Draco's room was filled with red roses and a single floating letter. Draco slammed the door as soon as his senses returned to him. Thankfully his roommates were still stuffing their faces with food. If anyone found out about the roses, he would never be able to show his face in Hogwarts again...let alone around any Deatheater. What would his father say, he wondered.
As soon as the mess was cleaned up, Draco would, without fail, let a certain Gryffindor know what he had to say about it.
No, Ginny was furious. Her damned brothers had ruined her life. They had pushed their limits, and now, now they would have to face the consequences: a furious Ginny Weasley.
They were so dead. Of course, they had yet to realize it. They probably assumed that poor little Ginny would tell their mum and that she would send the obligatory howler. And that that would be the end of that. They could not be more wrong.
Oh, Fred and George were the great pranksters of her family, but Ginny definitely got her own share of mischief and cunning. And she knew exactly how to ruin her brothers' fun. If she was not allowed to date Hufflepuffs nor Ravenclaws-nor Griffindors for that matter, well all that was left was the Slytherin house.
Ginny smirked. Perfect. She knew that the Slytherins and Griffindors both had potions now, and that the class was just about over. Perfect, she repeated mentally. Leaning against the wall, Ginny prepared to wait for her plan to fall into place.
***
Draco smirked at Professor Snape. No homework tonight. It was a rather pleasant surprise to both Gryffindors and Slytherins. Of course, they did have a test in a week that Draco probably should start studying for. But after lunch would be fine.
Unfortunately, Draco was a little preoccupied with his plans that he did not see Ginny until she stepped directly in front of him. With a sigh, he moved to step around her, only to have her follow his movement. "What do you want, little Weasel?" he snapped out of annoyance. "Only a word with you. I have a plan that might....interest you." Ginny smiled, all she had to do was get Draco to agree and life would be perfect. Draco sneered and pushed her out of the way, calling out as he walked away, "I would never agree to any plan thought up by a Weasley."
***
Damn him. Ginny was seething with anger and frustration. Her plan would fail without Draco. Trust Malfoy to ruin something even he would enjoy!
Ginny crossed her arms and glared at her food. The Weasley boys darted furtive glances at Ginny, then to each other. The morning's mail had arrived, with no sign of a howler anywhere. It was somewhat unnerving, since their mother was always prompt.
And Ginny's scowl was unnerving.
So was Draco's for that matter.
***
Draco opened the letter again in the privacy of a shadowy corner. Damn. It was still signed 'Ginny Weasley'. Contemplating the best way to kill the youngest Weasley for ruining his image, Draco skimmed the letter.
"...brothers...let me date...want to prove...will you go out with me...sweet and blissful..." Wait...what did she ask? Draco traced his fingers along her words until he found the contemptible phrase. Draco snorted. Did the youngest Weasel really think she had a chance with the hottest guys in the school? With a more heartfelt chuckle, Draco headed to potions. Maybe he would see the little girl hanging on Potter's heels.
Shame she wasn't. Draco felt a bit...disappointed. He had a new target to ridicule, and she had the audacity not to show! Glowering at anyone nearby, Draco stormed into Potions. Well, as much as an aristocrat can storm-in other words, glided with less grace.
This was noted by the Potter fan club. Ron, never one to let a witty comment pass him by, smirked. "What's the matter Drakey-poo, did your mom turn you down again last night?"
Draco smirked and sat down, too involved in his own thoughts to care that he had yet to defend his, Slytherin's, and his family's honor.
Snape, however was kind enough to stand in for his favorite student, taking thirty points from Gryffindor for deriding a fellow student and giving Ron, Harry, and Hermione detention, seeing as how they all snickered at Ron's comment.
After mixing the aging potion counterclockwise instead of clockwise-turning it into a nice weed killer-and suffering through an hour of Hermione's lectures on both potions, Draco hurried out of the classroom. He had overheard Weasel and Potter discussing Ginny's herbology class. Indeed, it was a chilly morning to spend outside chatting with plants, Draco smirked.
At the end of Potions, another letter had arrived for Draco. Another at lunch. And during Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Herbology.
Draco scowled at the Gryffindor table. Not once had he seen the little Weasel. And yet he had seven-make that eight, he mentally added with a scowl-letters from the brat. His pockets were so full of them, he began to wonder if he would have to start filling his notebook with the damned love letters.
Disgusted with the thought, Draco stormed from the dining hall, his appetite lost and his anger simmering just above the surface. If he got another letter from that damned Weasley...
***
That 'damned Weasley' happened to be enjoying her day in the library. She had purposefully skipped lunch and dinner from the fear of what Draco may do, now that he should have had all of the letters. Well, except for the final one, she thought with a grin.
She stood from the library, hoping Draco and everyone else was still in the Dining Hall. Hiding in a shadowy nook, she pulled Harry's invisibility cloak from her book bag. As soon as she was sure she was completely hidden, she walked to the dungeons to plant the final letter.
***
Draco's room was filled with red roses and a single floating letter. Draco slammed the door as soon as his senses returned to him. Thankfully his roommates were still stuffing their faces with food. If anyone found out about the roses, he would never be able to show his face in Hogwarts again...let alone around any Deatheater. What would his father say, he wondered.
As soon as the mess was cleaned up, Draco would, without fail, let a certain Gryffindor know what he had to say about it.