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Ch 3: The Golden Trio
In the next three weeks, the whole school had heard of Ginny and Draco dating. They also had heard of Ginny's wonderful hex on Pansy. Most, even the Slytherins, were proud of her. Hardly anyone could stand her. Most of the Slytherins began to accept and be friendly with Ginny. They weren't as bad as everyone made them out to be. Expect the ones Draco warned her about.
Most of the school was beginning to realize there was more to Ginny Weasely than they thought. She was no longer known as the Golden Trio's side kick or the youngest Weasely or even Harry Potter's ex girlfriend. Instead, they saw a confident, strong woman in her place. A woman who was becoming more Slytherin like day by day. She kept the loyal, fiery Gryffindor traits with her. That was not something she lost.
The Golden Trio was not happy to hear about Ginny being caught numerous times being felt up and making out with their enemy. Her more revealing clothing, her feisty attitude and friendships with Slytherin did not go unnoticed by them. Ron was furious; his face almost as red as his hair. But Hermoine didn't do much to stop his anger. Or quell Harry's anger and disgust over his ex girlfriend.
So, one night after dinner, they cornered her in the common room. She had come back from the library after a study date with Draco. When she came in, she was surprised to see only the Harry, Hermoine and Ron sitting with glares on their faces by the fire. Trying to bypass them, Ginny failed. Ron pulled her over to them, roughly.
"This has gone on far enough, Ginny," growled Ron.
"What, Ron?" played Ginny, trying to be innocent as they thought.
Ron's face grew red. " You shagging a fucking Malfoy! What the hell are you thinking? You're becoming a real slut!"
"A slut! A slut! Oh, so I went from innocent to a slut. Make up your fucking minds already," shouted Ginny.
Harry looked embarrassed. "I didn't think you'd stoop so low as to shag a Malfoy. I liked that about you. How you knew better than that. How pure you were."
Ginny whirled to face Harry. Her voice going deadly low. "Fuck you, Harry. I haven't been as innocent as you think. I'm a grown girl now. At least Draco knows how to treat someone like me."
Ron's hand connected with Ginny's cheek. "How dare you speak like that!? What would mum and dad think?:"
"Go ask them. While you're at it, see if they can cut the umbilical chord," growled Ginny, storming out of the common room.
After blindly running around the halls of Hogwarts, Ginny finally realized where she had found herself. She was outside a giant picture of a knight. The Head Boy's room. Sighing, she knocked on the portrait. It was late, and he most likely wouldn't answer. But she still hoped. Her prayers were answered when a half naked Draco appeared before her.
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