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A/N - Am I losing readers? Honestly, is my plot falling apart or losing steam? I'd like to know. I happen to like it!!! (oh and can anybody spot where I slipped in some musical lyrics? They just popped into my head while I was writing so, chuckling, I integrated them into the story.)
Draco had not spoken to Ginny since she tickled him three days ago. Sure, he had giggled up a storm at the time, but it had become a more serious matter in hindsight. SHE HAD TICKLED HIM!!! Not only was she a Gryffindor, she was a Weasley, one of Harry Potter's better friends, and a staunch believer in all that is good. It made him sick. She had disgusting red hair, a billion and a half freckles, dull blue eyes, and the chest of a twelve year old. Okay maybe fourteen. Ew. In addition, she apparently vomited at the idea of him alone.
Oddly enough, Draco thought a girl being repulsed by him was more of a turn-on than a girl being attracted to him was. How sick was that? Typical Draco, always wanting what he didn't want. It was like his mind was always trying to switch sides on him, confuse him, and make him question his decisions. It was a back-stabber. And right now it was making him rethink Ginny Weasley. She clearly wanted to use him, but when he didn't play along perfectly, she rejected him. Maybe it was out of fear. Maybe she thought she was taking a risk by teaming up with him and she wanted to pull out at the first sign of trouble.
Draco's reasonable mind said he should play the game long enough to get the book, while his instincts told him to stay far far away from her. He sighed. Reason would not lead to solution.. he would end up lost in confusion. He was walking a fine line. She was already getting him all mixed up and it had only been a few weeks. What tricks did she have up her sleeve if he stayed? There was only one thing he could do if he chose to get what he wanted. He had to play the player. Essentially, he had to beat her at her own game.
Now he needed to think... what tricks did he have up his own sleeve? He thought for a moment. With girls, he mostly just flirted with them and they melted into a soft putty in his hands. Then he could mold them any which way. He grinned to imagine Ginny as a little ball of clay that he would mold into a cute sex kitten. Then she'd rub against him and purr with delight at his touch. Draco laughed aloud. If only. Well... he'd never actually tried that on the wench. Maybe it would work? His stomach churned angrily. It was all too disgusting to think about. Ginny Weasley slobbering all over him. What if she tried to kiss him? He whiped his mouth on an impulse. OH GODS, WHAT IF SHE USED HER TONGUE!? Draco gagged and ran to the bathroom to vomit.
Draco stormed over to where Ginny was sitting at the Gryffindor table. "Ha!" he shouted. Everyone at the table started and turned to stare at Draco. "You made me vomit!" Ginny oggled at him. "Ha!"
"Who brought THAT up?" she asked, wondering who had mentioned to him that the two of them might date.
Draco flushed. "I…" he mumbled. "…thought it up myself.."
Ginny scrunched up her face in disgust. "Ew!!!"
Draco looked about to defend himself again, but choked on his words, sputtered, and finally managed to blurt, "Damn it!" He then turned on his heel and stormed back to the Slytherin table.
"Creep," Ginny muttered. Harry, Ron, and Hermione nodded at her with approval.
Draco fell into his seat angrily. Why did she always trump him? It wasn't fair. He was the cunning Slytherin with biting insults and witty comebacks. She was just a commonplace Weasley that followed others around and had too many siblings. He had no siblings. The idea made him frown, his eyes glazing over as if accessing an old memory.
"What's on your mind?" someone asked. Draco exited the depths of his mind to inspect his interrogator. Blaise grinned at him.
"That Weasley runt... she just got the best of me again," Draco muttered.
Blaise cocked his head to the side. "If I didn't know you better, Draco, I'd think you were losing your edge."
"I half think that myself," Draco rubbed his temples.
"Aw," Blaise cooed. "Don't be down. I'm sure we can think of a more than brilliant way of getting back at the little girl."
All of Draco's past victories flashed before his eyes, his usual smirk stretched across his face. "Have something in mind?" he asked.
Blaise looked intolerably mischievious. "Lots of somethings," he said.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "I'm listening."
Blaise scooted down the bench a few feet, away from the snooping Pansy. Draco shot Pansy and apologetic look and followed suit. "Want something cruel or just something embarrassing?" Blaise asked.
Draco looked across the hall at Ginny. She was laughing at something Potter was saying. He turned back to Blaise. "Both, preferably," he answered.
Blaise clapped his hands together excitedly. "I used this on before to get back at this horrendous bitch who lives near me. Her name was-"
"Jane," Draco finished. "And no, I'm not pulling a Jane."
"You don't know how cruel it is!" Blaise cried.
"I have a good idea, but it's not worth it," Draco retorted. "Jane was a good-looking witch, a pureblood... but Ginny..."
"Is perfectly shaggable!" Blaise argued. "I'd shag her in a heartbeat!" His eyes grew wide. "Hey, do you want me to do it for you?"
"No!" Draco snapped.
"I'm the expert!" Blaise whined.
"I believe I have the House record," Draco drawled.
"You've been worse than a monk lately. I fancy I'm catching up," Blaise said.
"Shagging Veronica five times a day doesn't count," Draco countered.
Blaise looked crestfallen. "But she's in love with me, Draco! Those are the best!"
"In your opinion," Draco muttered. "It's annoying to me. I like the cool, lusty types who come to me for a good shag and then get the hell out of my room. Like Pansy. She was the best."
"Was?" Blaise inquired. .
"We don't have sex anymore. I think she's turning into one of the love types." Draco made a face.
Blaise perked up. "Good to know, mate!" he said jovially, eyeing Pansy over Draco's shoulder.
Draco leaned over to block the view. "I suggest you lay off of Pansy. She'll cut off your balls if you lie to her," Draco warned. Blaise shrugged. "Back to Ginny... any other ideas?"
"You could take Polyjuice potion to look like Potter and then shag her!" Blaise exclaimed.
"I'm not shagging her!" Draco growled.
"You won't shag her and you won't let me shag her... th-that's just a waste!" Blaise looked appaled. "You used to tell me that every girl would do well to have a little Slytherin inside 'em!"
"Not this one, Blaise," Draco muttered.
"Remember in third year we made a pact that we wouldn't ever let Potter get to a girl before we had?" Blaise asked with a grin.
"Childish aims..." Draco dismissed.
Blaise ignored him. "And to think I spent all that energy coaxing Cho into the sack and Potter never even got her!" Blaise complained. Draco laughed, despite his anger. Blaise was the only person who could make him laugh while he was in one of his dark moods. "Can't say she wasn't worth it, though!"
Draco rubbed his face with his hands. "And I almost made the same mistake with the Patil twins..." he added.
"I wonder if Potter's a virgin," Blaise said.
"I wonder if Potter even has a cock," Draco mused.
"Maybe he's shagging the Weasley King!" Blaise tried.
"Maybe he's shagging Dumbledore!" Draco continued.
"Maybe he's shagging GRANGER!!!" Both boys made pukey faces and burst into laughter. "I wonder if she studies even while she's going at it." They snickered some more. "Come on, let me shag Weasley!!" Blaise pleaded.
Draco sobered. "The boy, yes. The girl, NO."
"I'm starting to think you've finally got feelings for a girl," Blaise accused.
"I vomit at the very thought of being with her," Draco snapped.
"Love anxiety."
"Oh shove it."
"Fine, no shagging," Blaise relented. "How 'bout we just slip something into her drink... make her fall in love with her brother or something."
"Not THAT cruel..."
"You've rejected the two best ideas I've had. You're not gonna let me do anything cruel to her, are you?" Blaise scowled.
"It can't be too cruel. When we're through, I still need something from her," Draco said.
Blaise looked curious but didn't ask. "How about we put her to sleep and tattoo a dark mark on her?"
Draco glared. "I don't even want one of those..."
"Draco!" Blaise hissed, looking around worriedly. "What if s-"
"I don't care," Draco spat petulantly.
"You know what we have to do!" Blaise cried. "We all have to get it!"
Draco shrugged. "Why don't we give her Polyjuice potion?" he suggested, changing topic.
"Lame," Blaise replied. "The only funny bit would be if she turned into Snape." Blaise chortled a bit and Draco looked bored.
"I suppose one of us could become Potter and admit his undying love to her. That should cause some embarrassment the day after, at least," Draco said morosely.
Blaise shrugged. "Let's brew it."
