Don't Tempt Me
By AngelicVenus
Author's Note: thanx 2 all my reviewers – and to those who asked: yes, it is adapted from John Tucker Must Die.
Okay, I guess one could say it started in Malfoy's fifth year. Okay, so he wasn't to-die-for then, but he was divine enough. Already he had half the population of London at his feet. We all thought that was enough, right? I mean, this guy had money, classic good looks, intelligence and about fifty girlfriends hanging on each arm. What more can a guy want? It had to stop there – it doesn't get any better. But no, it didn't end there. In sixth year – well, then it was a different story. Everything about him was multiplied by fifty. His new-found fame gave Harry Potter a run for his money. No one knows how he got famous, apart from his last name. Some say it was just word going around. He was, well, so amazingly extraordinarily unbelievably exceptionally abnormally stunning (there's no other word for it) that one could see his skin illuminate. Now he even had muggle England bowing down for him. His wealth – well, you could say he could go throwing it away on the streets for a year and he would still be filthy rich. It was practically pathetic.
I, on the other hand, am invisible. Completely and totally invisible. You know those anonymous letters that people sometimes receive – well, I'm kinda like those. But the only difference is that even though I write my name I'm still anonymous. Not because my name is Anonymous, but because nobody knows my name. Not even my own brother knows my name. He thinks my name is Virginia. It irks me. It's Ginevra, actually. Ginny, even. But for him it's always been Virginia. And I'm kinda average intelligence. I've never really succeeded in anything in particular. And it's not really unknown that the Weasleys aren't particularly wealthy.
So now the question is: how did I get associated with Witch Weekly's biggest hottie?
It's hard to explain exactly when and how. I guess one could say I was kind of sucked into it all.