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Chapter Four: A New Plot Arises

Dear Diary,

Well, a new plan is on. I met with Blaise during lunch so we could finish talking. Unfortunately, I had to meet him in the library. Not that I don't like the library, its perfectly fine, its just that Madame Pince has had it out for me ever since she found me trying to transfigure all the books on quidditch into some muggle romance novels that I've seen Hermione read. Really, that woman has no sense of humor.

When I sat down across from Blaise I asked him if we could have met anywhere else. "Ashamed to be seen with me, are you?" Blaise asked, heaving a sigh and looking convincingly downtrodden.

"Well, yes, but also because Madam Pince hates me." I filled him in on the story and afterwards we got on to business.

"Zabini," I said in my most serious tone, "I have a plan that I think you'd enjoy being a part of because it involves the public humiliation of Colin."

"Hmm," Blaise mused, putting down the quill he was using to finish his homework, "One question," he said.

"Shoot."

"Why do you want to get Colin humiliated so badly?"

"Let's just say he's fallen out of my good graces as of lately. If I think you need to know more later on then I'll fill you in then."

"Right…and what if I don't agree to help you with this plan of yours?"

"That's your second question. But since I'm so in a good mood I'll answer it anyway. I don't guess you really have to help me. In fact, I could do it just fine by myself; there are just a few hindrances that would be easier if you were my ally. Of course, I suppose that if you don't help me I could always tell Harry and Ron how Zabini, the big bad Slytherin attacked me and tried to hex me. You remember what happened to Zachariah Smith, don't you?" I smiled innocently.

Blaise gave a barely noticeable shudder and then said, "Your brother and Potter are missing, how are they supposed to be your henchmen if you don't even know where they are?"

My smile grew into a grin, "I know where they are. They've run off to the chamber of secrets to rid me of my possessor. I could got get them any time I want."

"You know where how to get into the chamber of secrets?" He asked curiously.

I rolled my eyes and hoped that my new helper wouldn't be as dense as my last. "For an entire year I was sending the giant snake that lived down there out to kill people. I should think that by now I'd know how to get down there."

"Oh, right."

Great. Not only was my new helper just as dense as Colin, but he also had the skill of being an inadequate conversationalist. I was contemplating whether or not I should continue with my plan or not when I saw something silver out of the corner of my eye. I couldn't help but let out a sigh. "You know Malfoy, eavesdropping isn't an admirable trait. Even in Slytherins."

Said ferret came out from behind a bookcase and sneered at me before sitting down by Blaise. "Malfoys don't eavesdrop," he said, "They just intentionally overhear valuable information."

It took all of my strength not to groan out loud. If I never heard another "Malfoys don't –insert whatever here" it would be too soon.

Blaise drew my wandering attention back to him by asking me why I hadn't already gone to get Harry and Ron if I knew how to all this time.

"They've been highly insufferable lately," I said, remembering the last few fights I had gotten into with Ron over the past few weeks. "Besides, they'll turn up sometime on their own. They always do." Unfortunately, I added to myself.

Malfoy sneered again, "Who knew the Weaselette could be so Slytherin-ish?"

I huffed out a breath. "What are you doing here anyways Malfoy? As far as I know this discussion is in no need of stupid gits. If we need one later we might call you instead of Colin since you're obviously desperate for some attention."

Malfoy's eyes narrowed dangerously, "Bratty little chit! I was here to be nice and tell you how half the Slytherin House is out for your blood. And you think I am desperate for attention? Who's the one breaking into boy's dormitories, eh?"

"That wasn't for attention. And no one would be out for my blood if someone hadn't told them about last night," I said coolly, "Thanks for the concern, but I can take care of myself."

Malfoy and I were nose to nose, both glaring evilly at each other, and I didn't even notice it until a dreamy voice interrupted my thoughts of how all males were exceedingly stupid prats.

"Oh, hello Ginny," I heard the dreamy voice say. "Colin told me how you and he wouldn't have what you were planning for me in time for the next issue, but that's okay. I was thinking about putting in a story about how you snuck into the Slytherin common rooms with maybe a sideline about how Ronald and Harry are still missing."

"Great, Luna," I said wearily after Malfoy and I had sat down, "When did you see, Colin?" I asked thinking of something. "I haven't seen him around at all today."

"I found him in a broom cabinet when I was looking for some willy-pumps. He seemed a bit scared and paranoid." Luna said, staring unblinkingly at Blaise and Malfoy. Blaise's lips quirked slightly at the ends. "He knows Ginny too well. Probably scared to death, the poor thing."

Luna frowned and her eyebrows drew together. "Ginny would never hurt any of her friends," she said indignantly.

"Of course not, Luna." I said distractedly. Poor, innocent, naïve little Luna.

"Well, I just came to say I'll need you for an interview for the story." Luna said, gathering up her things. "Right." I said off handedly, getting a little impatient. Too much time spent in one place makes me antsy.

"Helping out a friend in need, huh?" Blaise said, quoting me from our earlier conversation.

"Oh, as if you didn't already know it was all my idea. Do you really think Colin could have come up with that plan all on his own?"

"So you are out to get Colin because he made you get caught." Zabini said.

"Of course I am. I'd never been caught before. It would be crazy if I didn't want revenge. So are you going to help me, or do I get to practice my imperious curse on you?"

Blaise's eyes widened. I think he believed me. I only meant it as a joke though. Well, probably. "I-I'll help you," he said.

"Great!" I said pleasantly. I took a piece of parchment out of my pocket and handed it over to Blaise. "Here's a list of the potion ingredients I need you to get out of Snape's private stock. I doubt he'll have gotten anymore pig feathers since last week though, so it's okay if you can't get any of those. Send me a note when you get all of the ingredients, okay?" I leaned over and the table and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Don't you just love doing this type of stuff?" I asked grinning like an idiot. I turned about and walked away before either of them answered me.

I love my evil ingenious plans! They're so much fun!

Ginny

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