Chapter Two

Devious Slytherin Girls

Pansy laced her fingers around right knee and leaned back as far as her arms would let her. She watched, heavy lidded as Draco stalked off.

"He's got it bad." She muttered.

Millicent looked up from her book. "Aye. Are we gonna tell him?"

"Don't be ridiculous!" Pansy said, pulling her hair back into a ponytail.

"Then what are we gonna do?" Millicent asked.

"First, let's get Daphne."

Millicent grinned. Daphne Greengrass was the Slytherin queen of fashion. If they dared plan to make over Ginny, Daphne would have to be in on it. If she wasn't she might well destroy them all. Daphne wasn't terribly brilliant, but she was pretty high in the school ranks and the highest when it came to popularity.

Daphne was also gayer than Paris in the spring time. Millie and Pansy had made it abundantly clear that they weren't interested, but occasionally Daphne would forget and put a move on one or the other.

They found her enjoying a cup of tea in the common room. Pansy had aquired a pair of pants but still wore her bikini top.

"Pansy. Beautiful tan. Try a little less blush on the breasts, dear. We all know you have them." Daphne's dark green eyes flickered to Millicent. "Millie. I still wish you'd let me highlight your hair."

"Daphne. We need your help." Pansy said, sitting down across from the curly blonde.

Daphne lowered her mug slightly. "My help? Why on earth should I help you?" She demanded. But there was a spark of interest in her dark eyes and Pansy knew her case was half won.

Pansy smiled. "Because you're the only one who can do this."

Daphne's eyes lit up like candles. "Me? Moi? Surely you must be joking. What on earth could I help you with?"

Millie answered this time. "May be we're wrong, Pansy. I don't think she really can."

Daphne bristled and set down her tea. "What is that supposed to mean?" She hissed.

Pansy reached out to molify her. "Don't be upset dear, It's just... well Ginny Weasley is a hard target."

Daphne melted. "Ginny Weasley?" She purred. "My my my. Have I been waiting to get my hands on that little gem."

"Oh?" Millie prompted. "She your type?"

Daphne waved a hand. "Not at all. I prefer brunettes. But she is an interesting target... Very interesting." She leaned forward. "How do you propose to get her to agree?"

Pansy treated them to her best cat-and-cream smile. "I have my ways."

(A/N: Muhahahaha! I hope you like. Just wait to see what Pansy has in store!

To harrypotterchick4ever- (laughs) I certainly will!

To saddlegal6593- Well, I think I will!