I think I forgot a disclaimer on the last chapter so here it is:
I own nothing. I only own the plot. And in some wild fantasyland in the back of my head I own Draco Malfoy and Sirius Black. But not here.
Happy?
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A small silver dragon lay in the palm of Ginny's hand. Who was this guy? Why was he doing this to her?
Over the past week, a split bag had become the least of her worries. She had gone through rude things written on her forehead, food exploding in her face, makeup smears all across her face, black hair, and so much more. This guy (she was sure by now it was a guy) was killing her. Her reputation was null, and only Colin and Dennis would talk to her.
They shy little Weasley girl from before had disappeared to make way for a new, bold, popular Weasley, but now she was gone too. Ginny was determined. She was going to find this guy and make his life a living hell.
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Draco was sitting in his dormitory, playing with the same small silver insignia he had been leaving behind for Ginny to pick up and wonder about. He laughed, remembering her face this morning as her steak and kidney pie had exploded in her hair. Smiling evilly, he recalled the look of intense embarrassment she had been making often over the past week. He was proud of his very first venture into the art of praking. This whole business with Ginny was making him sconsider doing it full-time. As in to other people who bugged him.
By now Ginny had probably decided that she was going to find the guy and make his life a living hell or whatever, but Draco wasn't scared. She may have gotten a complete attitude adjustment and boosted herself up the social hierarchy ladder, but she was nowhere near him. This ought to teach her not to mess with a Malfoy.
-----------------------------------The next day-----------------------------------
Ginny groaned as her inkwell cracked, spilling magenta ink all over her notes coloring each sheaf of parchment pink. At least I'll still be able to read the black writing… she thought grimly and she picked up the silver dragon. Whoever you are Mr. Dragon, you're going to pay.
She remembered that day a week ago when her mystery prank artist had intrigued her; now she was just frustrated. As she walked in late to Transfiguration, Professor McGonagall just sighed and said "Ms. Weasley, I hope you realize this is the fifth time you've been late to class. Prank or no prank I'm getting sick of this."
An hour and several cuts and scratches from her newly transfigured mouse, Ginny began to regret taking 7th year classes. Usually she could always keep up with the work, getting as high marks as Hermione (well, maybe Harry…), but the last few days she had been lagging behind. Clearly this Mystery Guy was out to get her, starting with her grades and her pride.
-----------------------------------Six weeks and much tormenting later----------------------------
(AN: sorry if you wanted more pranks and stuff, but I had to cut to the DG stuff for my own sake!)
Draco smiled as he tossed his symbol over his finished work. The Weaselette would find it any second and he would be waiting to watch her reaction. He has grown accustomed to this, watching her expressions from the shadows, hidden from view. It was a part of life now: think of a prank, set it up, leave his symbol, watch from behind a wall or door or pillar or whatever was handy.
Ginny was beginning to drive herself up the wall. This guy was making her insane. She walked into the Great Hall and confetti began to fall on her. She looked up and saw a banner reading "Happy PMS-ing GINNY WEASLEY!"
That was it, the final straw to break Ginny-the-camel's back. She had had it with this guy. Her cheeks pink with fury she pointed her wand at the banner and muttered a spell causing it to catch fire. The confetti stopped falling, and a small silver dragon fluttered in front of her. She grabbed it out of the air, threw it at the wall and stormed out of the place in fury.
"Wow, she really is PMS-ing," she heard someone say. Ginny whipped her head around and glared daggers, no full out Bowie-knives at everyone in the Hall.
"All right, listen up. You all have had some fun watching someone prank me and ruin my life slowly and slowly, but it's over now. If I catch one of you laughing at my expense I'll have you know that I am NOT out of practice with my Bat-Bogey Hex! Whoever the guy is out there who keeps doing this, listen to me. You're killing me, ruining everything I am, everything that I've worked so hard to become, but hear this. I am not going down without a fight. I am going to find you, whoever you are, and then, I'm going to do to you what you're doing to me. I'll kill you. But not with your petty methods. I'll do it my own way." Ginny panted, catching her breath. She glared around one more time, before turning on her heel, her face as red as her hair, and ran from the room.
Draco looks at the spot where the girl had stood moments before. He was torn between laughter and sympathy. The girl had been publicly humiliated every single day for the past 2 months, practically. If it were someone else he would have been sympathetic. But no, this was a Weasley who had had the nerve to talk back to him, a Malfoy. She would not be spared.
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Ginny realized that after her outburst in the Great Hall, people seemed to be noticing her for more than a laugh. Fellow Gryffindors were giving her words of encouragement, Ravenclaws were smiling as she passed, and Hufflepuffs would clap her on the back. People realized that she was going through hell and they were on her side. This guy was clearly from Slytherin, and they were shown no mercy. During Quidditch matches, they were fouled more than any other team, people picked fights with them in the halls, and even the teachers seemed to dock more points from them than before (save for Snape of course). The whole of Hogwarts was on Ginny's side and Draco didn't fail to notice this.
The silver dragon was showing up everywhere now. Even the dumbest of pranks were being played. Ginny was going to get it bad.
The more Draco thought, though, the more he wondered why he was doing this. Just because she was a Weasley, or becase of what she said to him? Neither of those reasons seemed of a great ebough magnitude to encourage such behavior. Maybe he just wanted her attention…
(AN: enter Draco's inner self for a heated argument inside our favorite blonde hottie's head)
No that couldn't be it. He was a Malfoy She was a Weasley.
A beautiful one at that…
What am I saying? I can't be falling for her. SHE'S A WEASLEY!!
So what? It's just a name…
Puh-lease. It's so much more than that. It's pride, respect, family rivalry
Love?
I know not the word.
Draco listen to me. Or listen to yourself. It's the same thing really…
Your point being…?
Nevermind, just listen. You see, there is this thing called love. It is an emotion felt by ALL
All except the Malfoys
No… ALL. When one finds the person they love they go to desperate measures to get their attention. Love is not something you realize straight away, but it's still there—
Oh shut up. I'll tell you what I love about her. (AN wait for it, wait for it) I love pranking her and I love humiliating her and I LOVE making her feel like the shit she is
Draco… you love her.
…Draco's thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the bell, but he welcomed the distraction. Anything to get that nagging voice out of his head; that nagging voice which just so happened to sound a lot like his mother… weird.
-----------------------------------in Ginny's and Draco's Charms class----------------------------
"Today we will be working in pairs, and each pair will work on a different spell that he have already learnt. This is for a review, so I will be picking your partners. They are as follows," Flitwick began reading a list of names, "Granger and Weasley (male), Potter and Parkinson…" He continued reading and Ginny zoned out until she heard her name, "Weasley (female) and… Malfoy."
Malfoy? MALFOY?!!??! What, is Flitwick out of his bloody MIND? That scum! The only thing worse would be with the stupid dragon guy.
Weasley? You have got to be kidding me… Well this should be interesting at the least.
The two converged at an empty desk in the corner of the room, close to the door. Ginny tried to smile, which came out as a grimace, and Draco grunted in response.
"I guess we should get started then, I guess…" Ginny said, "What's our charm?"
Draco opened the small piece of paper Flitwick had given him. "Siempyr Amoré" he read, "Forced Love"
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AN: I hate me so much right now…
Thank you to sidlovesnancy1979 for being my first reviewer! Yay!!
