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It was a week later. Ginny had been allowed to leave the hospital wing under strict instruction from Madam Pomfrey to "keep out of trouble" and to "be responsible".
Harry was recovering well. Thanks to Madam Pomfrey's skills, Harry's broken arm, broken leg and broken nose were all fully healed. She'd even managed to prevent his nose becoming more crooked than it already was after many years of Dudley breaking it.
The bruises that covered his skin were completely gone. Only a few stitches remained in the gashes across his shoulder and cheek, and the bandages around his head had been removed now that the wound had stopped bleeding.
The only thing that was keeping Harry in hospital was the large hole in his chest where his broom had impaled him. Madam Pomfrey said it would take at least another week before she could heal it enough for him to leave.
Ginny had decided to visit Harry to see how he was getting on, and to tell him her plot for revenge on Dean.
"How're you doing?" She asked, sitting on the edge of his bed.
"I could be worse," He replied, leaning over to kiss her on the lips.
"So Hermione gave me this idea on how to get rid of all this anger at Dean," She said.
Harry narrowed his eyes as a mischievous grin spread across Ginny's face, that was scarily similar to Fred and George's look when they were about to do something... bad.
"Don't give me that look!" Said Ginny as Harry shot her a disapproving glance, "I've been through a lot! I need this!"
"Fine," Said Harry, still feeling a little uneasy, "What's the plan?"
Ginny leaned in and whispered her idea, so Madam Pomfrey wouldn't hear.
"Ginny Weasley," Said Harry, shocked at her crazy idea, "Remind me never to get on your bad side. I'd hate to think what you'd do to me!"
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"Have you got everything, Hermione?" Asked Ginny excitedly over dinner.
"I think so. Snape's password is Fuzzlewuzzle – weird I know. Here are the handcuffs, the camera and I ordered you this new lingerie. I wish you'd tell me what you're doing. I hate not knowing."
Hermione handed over all of the items.
"Thanks Hermione," Oh trust me, by this time tomorrow I think everyone will know."
Ginny scurried off to get changed, and to put her plan into action.
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Ginny stood just outside the Dungeons, waiting for Dean to come. She had written him a note, asking him to meet her there. She only hoped he would come.
She also made a mental note to thank Hermione for the new underwear. It was made of red lace. It was sexy – but classy. Over the lingerie, she wore a short denim skirt and a rather low cut top. It showed a little too much leg and cleavage for Ginny's liking, but she knew that Dean would drool all over her when he saw her.
The camera and the handcuffs were stuffed into a small bag that she had slung over her shoulder.
She took a deep breath just Dean appeared from around the corner
He looked over at her and his eyes immediately went to her boobs.
She felt a pang of annoyance, but bit her tongue. She couldn't ruin her plot before it had already begun.
"Hey Dean," She said in her sexiest voice.
"Ummm...Ginny. Hi," He said, tearing his eyes away from her breasts, "Why did you ask me to meet you? And here of all places?"
He looked around at the dingy surroundings, she had to admit it was a little strange to ask to meet him here, but it was the only way.
"Well, I just wanted a little privacy. You see, we broke up before either of us had a chance to think."
"I guess," Said Dean, his voice showing his confusion.
"We never really said a proper goodbye. We didn't have a chance to end on good terms. So I was wondering if you wanted to have one last night together. Just to say goodbye."
Dean considered for approximately half a second before replying with a definite yes. Goodbye sex, with a hot girl, with no strings attached? What could be better?
"Let's go then," Said Ginny, unbuttoning the first few buttons of her top to reveal her underwear. She took his hand and pulled him down the stairs, into the dungeons.
She stopped outside Snape's office.
"Fuzzlewuzzle," She said quietly.
"Woah! Are you crazy? Snape will go mad if he catches us!" Dean exclaimed, pulling away.
"Don't worry. He'll be patrolling the corridors with Filch for another hour. We'll be done by then, right? So come on!"
She wouldn't take no for an answer and pulled him into the office, shutting the door behind them.
"Come and get it then Dean," Whispered Ginny, biting her lip.
She felt ridiculously stupid. This whole "sexy" charade made her feel cheap and fake, but she knew the result would be sweet.
Dean gulped and hurried over to her. He impatiently ripped open her shirt causing buttons fly everywhere. She mentally cursed him. That was her favourite top!
He crushed her lips with his own. Not the way Harry did. Harry's kisses were soft, gently and loving. Dean's were rushed, selfish and rough.
He pulled his own shirt off, and pulled her on top of him onto Snape's desk.
Ginny quickly yanked off his trousers and pushed him backwards.
He landed on the office chair where she straddled his lap, pushing her breasts towards his face.
While he was busy fumbling with her skirt, she reached behind her for her bag. Dean didn't notice as she pulled out the handcuffs and hid them behind her back.
Dean bit her ear lobe. She always hated it when he did that. He bit too hard but she pretended to moan in pleasure anyway.
As the moan escaped her lips, a quiet click caused him to freeze.
She leapt away from him and grinned widely. After a second of confusion, Dean noticed the handcuffs that had him stuck to the chair.
"No," He muttered in shock, "NO!"
"Yes," She said, smiling sweetly, "You see Dean; I'd rather have sex with Malfoy than with you. You're scum to me."
"You bitch!" He yelled, "What the hell are you doing?"
"It called revenge Dean," Replied Ginny in a soft innocent voice, "Let's see how Snape react when he finds you."
Dean gasped and struggled against the handcuffs.
Ginny laughed and took out the camera.
"And I'm sure the whole school would love to see this. It would be selfish to keep this all to myself."
"Don't you dare" Bellowed Dean as the flash of the camera illuminated the office, "You crazy bitch!"
"Now that's not very nice," Said Ginny.
Suddenly she had a brilliant idea. She quickly let herself into a small cupboard and removed her bra. She repaired her ripped shirt and pulled it on.
She stepped out of the cupboard, holding up the bra for Dean to see.
"No way!" He said in a fearful voice.
Ginny whipped out her wand and stunned him. As he lay slumped in the chair, she quickly put the bra on him.
Laughing, she snapped another picture or two. Hermione was right; this is just what she needed.
She cast a quick memory charm so there was no way he could go blabbing and get her in trouble.
Running from the office, she let out the hysterical laughter she had been holding in. That was by far, the single funniest moment of her life.
Now for a shower to get rid of the feeling of his touch on her body.
Revenge is so sweet.
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Authors Notes: It's not a very long chapter, but I have so little time at the moment. Sorry guys! It will get better, I promise! Please read and review!
