Title: Artificial Love

Author: Xx-Harry-DracoxX

Rated: M

Genre(s): Romance/Humor

Pairing(s): Draco/Harry, Remus/Sirius, Hermione/Blaise, Ron/Padma, Neville/Luna...

Summary: I guess the only way to get rid of these girl is to date Malfoy, Harry thought and brushed his hand against his blond potion partner's thigh/"Will you go out with me, Draco?"/"No, Potter!"/"Please?"/"Get lost! I'm not interested!"/ Ginny-Bashing. Review!

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, than instead of that fight in The Half Blood Prince, Draco would be wrapped up in Harry's arms, crying his little heart out. Every once in a while, Harry would kiss him and hold him closer. But did that happen (though it should have!)? No, it did not. Therefor, I do not own Harry Potter and do not earn one single fucking Knut! How sad is that? :(

Warning(s): SLASH! Fem-slash (it's only a possibility), swearing, a drama queen Draco, and a smirking Harry. Lots of Ginny-Bashing, because I hate that ginger! If you love Ginny, I really couldn't care less. It's your thoughts, and Ginny being a bitch is what I think...Deal with it *shrugs shoulders*...

Things you should aware of, which is sort of like Warning(s), but I don't give a flying fuck: Some people that died like Sirius, Remus, and Fred are still alive. I'll inform you guys more as I update!

A/N: This is my first story, so be nice? Reviews would really be appreciated! You see, when I don't get reviews, I get sad and that's when I abandon the story...yeah...No flames please? Constructive Criticism is encouraged, because I know I need improvements in my writing, and would love some pointers!

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Harry sighed as Ginny fluttered her eyes up at him. It looked like she had something in her eyes. The two were seated on a large chair by the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room. Ginny was sitting in Harry's lap, even though he told her several times that there was another free chair placed in front of him.

"Harry, why don't you ever take off your glasses?" Ginny smiled brightly up at him. Harry bit his lip to stop himself from laughing. Ginny should really stop eating spinach.

"I just don't Ginny. Maybe it's because I'll be half-blind without them?"

"But - but you can just do a spell to correct your eye-sight. But since they're hard to learn, you can just buy those muggle contacts thingies." Ginny took off his glasses and gave him another smile.

Harry thought about telling Ginny that she should really take care of her teeth, but he really didn't want to embarrass her. Last time he told her that there was a ketchup stain on her blouse, she had blushed that infamous Weasley red, and ran out of the room as fast as her legs could take her. Two days later, she finally talked to him and apologized. She decided that spending the day with him would show him that she's not a total loser.

Harry already knew Ginny was a cool girl. But she just wasn't cool when she had a crush someone. She just scared away the guy. Or maybe Ginny was like this only with Harry, because she usually only had to shake her arse in a guys face so they'd be wrapped around her freckled little finger.

"Ginny, I like my glasses." Harry shifted uncomfortable. Ginny really wasn't as light as she looked.

Ginny shot him a scowling look and Harry answered back to said look, "My dad had the same looking glasses. It's just another reason for me to wear these, Ginny." he took his glasses back from her.

"I need to talk to Hermione and Ron, would you mind if I left, Gin?"

Ginny didn't get the bloody obvious hint and kept on playing with his unruly hair, and said, "I like your hair, Harry. It has this 'I've just been shagged thoroughly' look to it."

"Nice to know." Harry fought the urge to roll his eyes. "Ginny, will you please get up, so I can get up as well?"

"Oh! S-sure, Harry!" she stuttered, her face turning a light pink. It actually looks pretty cute, Harry thought to himself.

When he was just a few feet away from Ginny, he called over his shoulder to the ginger girl, "By the way, there's a bit of spinach in your teeth."

He knew that that was mean thing to say, but he just couldn't resist!

,.:'Draco':.,.:'Malfoy':.,.:'Potter':.,

"So what I do about Ginny?" Harry sighed and flopped lazily down onto his bed. He was in his dorm, with Ron sitting on his own bed while the rest of their dorm mates were out playing Quidditch on the field. They had sent Lavender up to the girl's dorms to tell Hermione to meet them in their room. Now you must be thinking Is she even allowed? But this is the thing: Boys are not allowed in the girls dorms, but the girls allowed in the boys dorms. Probably because of that whole girls are so much smarter and wiser than boys rubbish.

Ron stared up at the ceiling with a thoughtful expression (which rarely happened). They both sat there in silence for several minutes before Ron finally talked.

"I don't know."

"That was such a smart answer, Ron. I applaud you." sarcasm practically dripped from Harry's voice. Ron sent glaring daggers his way, but the hero merely smirked at his friend.

"Hermione should be here by now-"

Knock knock knock

"And there she is!" Ron said. "Come on in, 'Mione!"

Hermione opened the door with her bag on one shoulder and a scowl on her face, "Call me that again, Ronald Billius Weasley, and I will set your eyebrows on fire."

Ron's hand drifted up towards his eyebrows with a look of horror on his face. Harry in the meantime, shoved his clothes off of his bed with a kick of his leg to make room for his bushy haired friend.

"Oh, honestly, Harry!" she frowned at him before asking him a question. "Are they clean?"

"Yeah, except for that red shirt. I wore it for Quidditch practice yesterday."

Hermione took out her wand from the back pocket of her worn-out jeans and pointed it at the pile of clothes. They glowed white for a bit before floating towards Harry's closet and began to hang themselves.

Harry was about to ask what she was going doing with his red shirt before she threw it at Ron's face.

Smirking, Harry moved a bit on his bed to give Hermione more room to be comfortable.

"Bitch." muttering other curses under his breath, Ron got up and threw the shirt in another huge pile of dirty clothes sitting by Harry's bed.

Hermione stared at it.

Half an hour of a smirking Harry, a shaking-her-head-in-disapproval Hermione, and a cursing Ron, they all were now sitting in the middle of the room with their potions homework everywhere. Actually, Hermione's homework was stacked neatly in two piles while Ron and Harry had thrown their's all over the place, not giving them a second thought.

Sitting on the ground while working was something the trio had gotten quiet used to over the years. It had felt very uncomfortable at first, but it was easy enough to adapt to, so they weren't really bothered anymore.

"Hermione?" said girl looked up at the sound of her name.

"Yes, Ron?"

"Can you do my homework for me?"

"No, and shut up, Ron."

"Bu-"

"Do you value your orange eyebrows, Ronald?"

Harry was currently stroking his face with his quill - what! It was fun to play with! Anyway, he was stroking the tip of it against his chin when he finally decided to say something other than the following: "Ron, please be quite." or "Hermione, leave him alone." or "Why the eff am I your friend again?".

"Guys," the two looked up at the sound of his voice. "I need to talk to you about something. Can we please put away our work for a while? It's important."

Ron eagerly threw his work over his shoulder and scooted closer to Harry to listen. Hermione, on the other hand, sadly put her quill away and closed her bag after carefully putting away her books and papers.

"Any day now, 'Mione."

After another glare sent from Hermione to Ron, Harry clapped his hands once to gain their attention.

"I need to talk about Ginny."

"Let me guess, you don't like her anymore?" Hermione guessed, and was dead-on like usual.

"Ho-how did you know?"

"I'm me."

Well, Harry thought, that answered that.

"Harry, mate," Ron said. "I think you should break up with her."

"We're not even dating!" Harry cried out and threw his hands up. "I liked her for about - what? - a month, and then I got ever her!"

"Yeah, but in her mind, Harry, you guys are dating." Hermione said calmly. The raven haired teen stared at the floor for who knows how long.

"How am I supposed to break up with her?" the hero's voice was quiet and full of nervousness.

~ : ~ Ron's Point of View ~ : ~

Ron stared at his best mate. He knew Ginny. She was his sister. He remember the first three years Ginny spent with Harry. During her fourth year, she had begun to change - drastically. Everyday, he would notice small changes in her. First it was the slightly tighter shirt, then it was the one inch heels (which later on became four), and he noticed how she began to flirt with everything that had legs. He knew that that every day that passed, Ginny would begin to become more and more of a - well - slut.

The eighteen year old knew Ginny was far from innocent, and opened her legs for anything that at least lived and breathed. He knew that Ginny worshiped everything Harry. He knew Ginny was starting to become a gold-digger. He knew Ginny was self-centered, and unreasonable. He knew she wasn't his little baby sister anymore.

"Tonight." Ron said. "Harry, you are going to break up with my sister tonight, and in the Great Hall."

"Ron, that's a horrible idea!" Harry agreed with Hermione with a nod.

"I don't care, guys. She deserves it! She truly does! I guess she just needs to learn that not everything will go her way. Even if she flutters her eyelashes and smiles sweetly. I'm getting so sick of it, and so is the rest of my family."

Harry stared at his best mate of almost a decade.

"Okay." Harry let it out.

After another long moment of silence, Hermione got up to leave.

"I need to meet up with someone." she said. Her cheeks were a delicate shade of pink, and her eyes were sparkling with excitement and nervousness.

"Is it a date?" Ron grinned at her when her face went even pinker. Hermione nodded a bit at the ginger, before turning to Harry.

"And to get rid of the other girls out to get you, Harry, I suggest you get a powerful, intelligent, rich, partner."

"What?" the two boys said in unison.

"Oh - ugh - Ron, you do realize Ginny isn't the only girl out there that wants to get into Harry's pants? And his Gringotts vault?"

"Well, yeah, but-"

"No buts!" she said firmly and reached for the door knob before looking at the hero. "Harry, just get a boyfriend!"

"Boyfriend?" Ron asked with furrowed brows.

"Harry's as gay as a pineapple, Ronald, as gay as a pineapple."

,.:'Draco':.,.:'Malfoy':.,.:'Potter':.,

"I loved your idea, Ron." Harry grumbled and softly rubbed his sore and aching cheek.

"I'm sorry, mate, I really am! I didn't know she would act in such a manner!" Ron had been apologizing to Harry for the past fifteen minutes.

Hermione was smirking a little as they walked back to the common room. She took out her wand, pointed it as the savior's bright red cheek and muttered a healing spell.

"You might want to get that checked out by Madame Pomphrey." she said, still wearing that oh-so-Slytherin smirk. She was pointing at Harry's ears. But Harry only wondered where she got that smirk from.

"It's okay," he replied. "I once got that hex from Malfoy. It'll wear off in a few hours."

"Oh."

"I'm sorry." a small mumble came from Ron again.

"Mate," Harry turned to face the ginger teen. "It's okay! It's really okay."

"I just never knew Ginny knew such horrible hexes! I also never knew she had such a hard slap!"

,.:'Draco':.,.:'Malfoy':.,.:'Potter':.,

That night, Harry lay in bed thinking. Hard. The hex had worn off, just like he had said. But the green eyed teen was thinking of what Hermione had said.

"I suggest you get a powerful, intelligent, rich, partner."

She was right, he knew. Ginny wasn't the only girl out there for his money. There was Lavender, Romilda, Rose, Cho, Marissa, Patricia, Lora, etc, etc. The majority of the girls were from Ravenclaw and the least in numbers were from Slytherin (obviously).

And now that Hermione and Ron knew he was as gay as a pineapple, as Hermione put it, he didn't have to hide any secrets from them anymore. He didn't have to explain why he would he would sometimes glance as the guys as they changed. Or many, many, many other things.

Harry quickly accio-ed a piece of parchment and a quill with an ink bottle and sat down on his bed. His curtain were drawn so no one would see what he was doing.

"Lumos!"

So what guy at Hogwarts is powerful? Harry thought. Finally he came up with a list: Tim Waters (7th year Gryffindor), Gabe Gonzalez (8th year Ravenclaw), Tyler Winters (8th year Hufflepuff), Zeke Wright (8th year Ravenclaw), Theodore Nott (8th year, Slytherin), Blaise Zabini (8th year Slytherin), Taylor Richardson (7th year Gryffindor), Corey Walker (7th year Ravenclaw) , and Alex Coles (8th year Hufflepuff).

After another hour of frustration, Harry began to narrow down his list and finally came up with the top 5 males. He also added one negative thing to each name so he would keep that in mind more often.

- Tim Water - a year younger, comes from an old and powerful pureblood family, but is known to cheat too often

- Theodore Nott - same age as mine, comes from a powerful and wealthy pureblood family, doesn't commit himself to a relationship

- Blaise Zabini - same age, belongs to a powerful and very wealthy pureblood family, and seems very trustworthy for a Slytherin (most of the times, at least)

- Taylor Richardson - same age, muggleborn, but very smart and has an above average level of magic, but seems a little to uptight

- Alex Coles - same age, comes from a strong half-blood family with a slightly above average amount of money, has average grades but best at Transfiguration, but he seems very shy

Harry stared at his list. Seems to him that Blaise Zabini would be the best choice... tomorrow, he would start with Zabini.

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