Disclaimer: *Throws hands up in surrender* It's true! I don't own the Harry Potter characters, J. does!
A/N: Chapter 6 has arrived! Gah! Slowly but surely getting to the point of this fic!:P
Slytherin
Ginny Weasley lay on her bed in the Slytherin dorm. It was quiet; she rather liked it. As she sat up she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She also liked that fact that the Slytherin robes did not clash with her hair the way the Gryffindor robes had. I guess I'd better unpack. Ginny threw open her trunk and smirked as she leafed through the clothes she had. Excellent, nothing that Ron would approve of! I can't wait to see his face when I sit at the Slytherin table tomorrow, especially if Luna's plan works. The girls had not told Ron about Ginny's house change yet. They figured it would be much more dramatic if Ron found out tomorrow, in the Great Hall.
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Draco ran quickly up to his private room, followed by Blaise. Sure enough, upon entry, they found that the previously empty third room was in use.
Draco was first to speak. "Damn. We have to share our space with a Weasley."
"I don't know about you mate, but I'm definitely not complaining!"
"I thought you had your eyes on Lovegood."
"Yes, but until I get her, I might as well enjoy the scenery."
Draco smirked, "How about we give her a nice Slytherin welcome"
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Ginny needed to go to the bathroom. She quickly discarded her robes, knowing they would only get in the way. She was left with one of Luna and Hermione's outfits: a green tank top and a short, black skirt (in honour of her exchange into Slytherin).Ginny had heard someone enter a little while ago, but now all was quiet. She did not want to risk running into any Slytherins just yet. I sincerely hope whoever was there left! Cautiously, Ginny edged open her bedroom door. She scanned the small common room. Empty. She looked towards the bathroom door, which was on the other side of the room. Quickly, she ran to the door and locked it behind her.
After having relieved herself, Ginny took a look around the bathroom. It certainly was nice. She caught sight of a basket by the showers. A note attached to it explained that the house elves were signaled when clothes were put into the basket. The house elves would do the laundry then return it to the shelves on the opposite wall. Ginny made a mental note to remember this for when she needed her clothes washed. She was so caught up in admiring the bathroom, that when she edged towards the door, she took no caution in opening it. She froze. Draco Malfoy sat elegantly on the couch across from her reading a book – shirtless. Ginny gasped. As if on cue, Blaise exited from one of the rooms and gave her a wink. He too was shirtless. Ginny just stood there and gaped. Gah! Nice, perfectly formed abs. NO! Look away Ginny, look away!
"Like what you see, Weaslette?"
Ginny made no response to Draco's words. Merlin! Out of all the Slytherins that may have lived in these rooms, it had to be Malfoy and Blaise. Why?! I guess I should have known. Snape always has favoured Malfoy.
"Close your mouth Weaslette. You look like a fish."
Ginny quickly snapped her mouth shut. Then, summoning all the grace in her, she held up her head and walked towards her room… and tripped.
"Nice knickers."
Oh my Merlin, this is so not happening! Ginny shut her eyes and opened them again. Sadly, she was still on the floor in the Slytherin dungeons. There were still two shirtless Slytherins smirking at her. Most unfortunately, her skirt was still flipped up to reveal her not so innocent knickers. Crap. Well, two can play this game.
"Like what you see, Malfoy?"
Malfoy kept smirking. "Not too bad, for a Weasley anyways."
"What can I say? Money doesn't buy one's arse now does it?"
Malfoy actually laughed. "Apparently not."
"Well, sorry to disappoint, but show's over boys." Ginny quickly got up and retreated to her room.
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Blaise turned to Draco, "So, is she on your to-do list?"
"Come on, Blaise. She's a Weasley."
"Well, you couldn't stop staring at her arse."
Draco couldn't stop the slightest tinge of a blush that came into his cheeks. He quickly defended himself. "Staring is a lot different then actually coming in contact with."
"Whatever. You were flirting with her anyways."
"Was not."
"Was to."
"Shut up."
"Just saying."
"Malfoys do not 'flirt' with Weasleys. The only reason we would ever associate with them is for personal gain of some sort."
Blaise shook his head then muttered under his breath, "I could think of a few types of personal gain to get from the Weaslette."
"What was that, Blaise?"
"Nothing."
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Wow, my first day in Slytherin and I already made a fool of myself. I guess it could have been worse, though…As a matter of fact, I think Malfoy may actually have complimented me…Weird…Maybe Luna's plan will work better then I thought. With these thoughts, Ginny fell into a deep sleep.
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Ginny woke to a green room. It took her a minute to realize that today she was officially a Slytherin. She looked at the clock and discovered that breakfast was starting in fifteen minutes. Quickly, she threw on the outfit the Luna had suggested for this morning and did her hair and make-up. She stuffed her robes into her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She couldn't wait to see Ron's face.
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Ron was waiting impatiently outside of the Great Hall. Harry was on one side and Hermione on the other. "Where is Ginny? Are you sure she said she would meet us here Hermione?"
"Yes, she just forgot something. She'll be here in a moment."
Just then, Ginny rounded the corner.
"C'mon Ginny. We've been waiting for you!" Ron grabbed his sister's arm tightly and started steering her towards the Gryffindor table.
"Actually, Ron, I don't think I'm going to be eating with you guys today."
"What do you mean? Of course you are. And put on some robes will you. I don't want you running around in something that has all the boys ogling you."
"If you don't mind, I'll just go sit with the Slytherins today."
"Funny, Gin."
"No, I really think I will."
"Bloody well you won't. You're not allowed to sit there, you're a Gryffindor."
"You know what Ron, you're right. I really should put some robes on." Quickly Ginny slipped on her Slytherin robe. "Bye, Ron." She sauntered towards the Slytherin table.
Ron gaped. Then he spluttered. Then he turned red, very red. Finally, he looked to Hermione for answers.
Hermione shrugged. "Might as well get used to it Ron. She's gonna be a Slytherin for the next three months."
"I bloody well think not! I gave her no permission to do such a thing!"
"Hate to break it to you Ron, but Dumbledore did, and last I checked, his word had a bit more influence."
Hermione led the still red Ron towards the Gryffindor table. She made sure he was sitting in the direction that faced the Slytherin table.
"My sister, in Slytherin! What madness possessed her to do such a thing? All I can say is if Malfoy even lays a finger on her, there'll be hell to pay!"
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Meanwhile, Ginny continued her walk to the Slytherin table, ensuring her hips wiggled just enough to make her brother furious, but not so much that she was labeled a tart. She scanned the table for her blonde haired target. She found him sitting across from Blaise in the middle of the table. Pansy sat beside Blaise trying to get Draco's attention. Crabbe and Goyle were to Draco's left leaving an opening on the right. Excellent. She walked right up to him. "Hey, Malfoy."
"Yeah?"
"Wanna piss off my brother?"
"What did you have in mind?"
Ginny sat down beside him. "Become incredibly interested in my chest." She had left her robe open and was wearing a low cut tank top.
"Not a problem."
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Over at the Gryffindor table, Ron was shaking in fury. Harry was trying to calm him down, but it didn't seem to be working. "LOOK AT HIM!" he spat out. "Ogling her front! Why the hell did Ginny sit by him anyways? He must have forced her! That git! Wait till I get my hands on him!!!"
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Ginny couldn't help but giggle at the sight her brother made. Harry was literally holding him down and Hermione looked ready to use a restraining spell if needed.
Even Draco was amused by the situation. "If I had known that this was all it took to piss off your brother, I would have started years ago! Much less work and much more enjoyable."
Ginny smirked, a smirk worthy of a Slytherin. "Wanna make him really mad?"
Draco leaned forward. "Do share!"
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"She's whispering in his bloody ear! What the hell?"
Luna piped up with something that sounded like a promotional ad. "Ron, calm down! The whole point of the exchange program is to fully experience life in another house. You can meet new people, learn new things, and make bonds that will last a lifetime!"
"She'd sure as hell better not make any lasting ties with Malfoy." He stopped his ranting for a moment to gape in horror. Ginny and Malfoy were walking out of the Great Hall – together. She stopped to whisper something in his ear as he smirked. He grabbed her hand and together they disappeared from view.
Hermione actually had to use the restraining spell.
A/N: I sincerely hope you guys are liking this so far! I've never really written anything that has a plot line before, so I hope I'm doing ok! Tryouts are in the next chapter! Will Ginny make it? Well, if she doesn't, I'm going to stop writing this story! So she'd better make it!
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