Summary: Ginny stirs up trouble and stuff like that.

AN: Thanks go out to the reviewers. I love hearing what people think about my stories, so don't hesitate to review after reading. I've been forced into being an assistant at Vacation Bible School this upcoming week, and my bestest cousins are coming up from Atlanta this week to visit, so sorry if it takes a while before chapter three is up.

Dislaimer: You know the deal: J.K.'s not mine.

Chapter Two: Dancing on the Lake

Dear Diary,

I have unfortunately come across another road block. Apparently, last night Colin thought we had decided to sneak into the girl's dorm room, not the guy's. Now he's refusing to help me, saying that it's completely and disgustingly disturbing. It would have been entertaining watching him jump around screaming "I'M NOT GAY!" in front on everyone who was eating breakfast, but I was too busy thinking of how to blackmail him into helping me. Then I realized that Colin is always with me when I'm searching for information to use against people, so I've never actually gotten anything that's too incriminating on him.

Halfway through History of Magic I solved the dilemma. Last year Colin practically begged Neville to teach him how to dance. Neville, I know first hand is a wonderful dancer, but he's not so talented on the teaching side. In fact, he was so freaked out at having to dance with a guy that all Colin ended up getting were a bunch of bruises on his feet.

So after lunch and during our free period, I took Colin out to the lake and put floating charms on our feet so we could dance on the water to improve his balance and grace. Or at least, that's what I told him. Dancing on water doesn't really help your balance or grace. In fact, only the most experienced person-such as myself- would be able to dance on water. Anyone else-such as Colin- would keep falling over and look incredibly funny splashing in the water.

After about half an hour of this I was about to stop laughing and help Colin up, but before I could Malfoy showed up. The conversation went a bit like this:

"Creevey, what the hell are you trying to do? You look like a bloody drowning chicken."

At the moment Colin's mouth was too full of water to reply, so I took the liberty of speaking for him.

"I'm helping him learn how to dance of course. What did you think we were doing?" Really, anyone with half a brain would have been able to see that easily. Instead of some scathing reply as I was expecting, Malfoy proceeded to say, "What the hell are you doing in the lake then?"

I stared at him for a minute. I must admit, I was a bit shocked, and then I said, "Its helping him learn how to balance and stuff, why else would we be on the lake?"

He then started laughing. And I mean full on laughing, not the little trademark Malfoy snicker. "You mean-laugh-Creevey-laugh-can't even-laugh-dance-laugh-on water?"

Colin, who had finally stopped floundering like a fish and was now laying on the ground said scathingly, "Well since its so easy, lets see you try it, Malfoy."

Now here is where I get really confused. Instead of saying something like "Well, I would have to have a competent partner and the Weaslette is anything but that," or, "I would gladly do so, but I don't want to have to touch such filth," Malfoy merely muttered the charm to make your feet float.

Before I know what's going on, he's sweeping me off my feet and steering me around the lake. I don't know if I was more surprised that he didn't fall into the water like Colin, or that I was actually dancing with a Malfoy. And not with just any Malfoy, but Draco Malfoy. My brother's and ex-boyfriend's arch nemesis. Well, I don't guess he's really Harry's arch nemesis because Voldemort is pretty much his mortal enemy. But Voldemort is dead now…I don't know.

All of this was running through my head rather fast so I tried to concentrate my thoughts to making my mouth close, because I knew I must have been gaping like an idiot. I tried to look past his shoulders at Colin, but we were spinning around too fast, and I really didn't want to throw up all over Malfoy, so I looked up at him instead.

That was a big mistake because then I had to look in his eyes, and Oh My Merlin! He has the most gorgeous eyes ever! Better than Harry's. It's not the color that's so spectacular; in fact the grey iciness seems as if they could never hold any warmth. But the design of his irises, they look like…I don't know what they look like actually…snowflakes maybe? I could feel myself just drowning in his eyes.

After a few minutes of this I realized that there was something about a Malfoy that I actually liked. This revelation was so disturbing that I let go of him abruptly. Too abruptly actually, because as soon as I let go of him I lost my balance and fell into the lake.

I resurfaced to find Malfoy standing on the shore sneering down at Colin so I swam to where they were standing and applied a drying charm to myself as soon as Colin helped me out. I was about to say something to Malfoy, but he beat me to it.

"Wow, I was surprised until you fell into the lake at the end. But what else should I expect from a Weasley?"

Once again I opened my mouth to speak, and once again I was beaten to it. "Oy, Malfoy, what the bloody hell do you think you are doing with my sister?" Ron yelled across the grounds.

"God save us," I muttered under my breath, and could have sworn I saw a smile flicker across Malfoy's face, but before I could be sure his face was blank again.

"Come on, Colin." I grabbed Colin's arm to head off Ron. I wasn't in the mood for him having a confrontation with Malfoy. As soon as I was within a fifty foot range of Ron I could hear him shouting, "What was going on? Are you alright? What were you doing with Malfoy? Just wait until Harry hears. Colin, you ought to be taking better care of Ginny!"

By the time he stopped to take a breath we were halfway across the grounds on our way to the castle. And right after that is when my eardrums were busted. "GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLEY! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO YOUR HAIR?"

Ron's face was beginning to turn a dangerous shade of red, so I made my bottom lip start quivering and let tears fill up my eyes. "Y-you don't like what I d-did to my h-hair?" I asked, my voice nearly reaching a pitch that only dogs can hear.

Ron looked panicked. "No Gin, your hair looks great. The best it's ever been, really." He checked his watch, "Look I'm late for uh, class." Then Ron turned around and ran up the steps.

"You know the Weasel King has a point." I heard Malfoy drawl behind me, "You look great; in fact, if you stand with your right side in the shadows then maybe people won't be able to tell you're a Weasley. No, never mind. Your stench and hideous appearance would be a dead give away."

I turned around and did a Hermione. That's right, I punched him right in his stuck up nose. I was too mad to stick around and watch him roll on the ground, clutching his face. Instead, I stormed up to the Gryffindor common room.

How could I think that such a stupid, stuck up prat had beautiful eyes one minute, and then punch him in the nose the next? Colin might be right about me needing anger management.

Colin and I skived off our last classes and he finished dying my hair black. I would tell you how it looked, but I've been too scared to look into a mirror. Well, we're off to supper. After that, we'll steal Harry's invisibility cloak and be off to the dungeons.

Ginny.

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