For the first time in the history of Hogwarts since he'd walked into the school, Harry Lestrange was not the talk of the town. The new hero was Ron Weasley, whom the Gryffindors and some Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs admired for stepping up to the Slytherins. He was treated like a king by his peers, this did not bother Harry at all, he needed a bit of privacy, he was only bothered by the fact that Hermione was now friends with him again.
"Prat," Harry fumed while sitting in the library with Draco. Draco had his head in a book, studying furiously.
"If you're talking about Weasley again I swear Harry."
"He walks around like he's got gold up his bum. Might just be the only gold he's got in his wizard-trash family," Harry continued.
"We've got better things to worry about okay? Why don't you pick up a book and help me research The Ministry of Magic eh? Stop worrying about whatever blood traitor is sticking it in your ex-girlfriend."
"It's not about her!" Harry lied, Madam Pince shushed him from her desk, Harry flipped her off while she wasn't looking. "You know what I wanna do? Get in trouble. I haven't gotten in trouble since we got here and its been a whole three months!"
"That's because your father said if you get into any more trouble he'll rip your smart ass tongue out through your arse." Draco recited. He was referring to the conversation Harry had with his father just before the beginning of this school year. Voldemort told Harry he was not to return to Hogwarts, Harry tried to sneak out of his house to catch the train. His father then dueled him on their front porch, beating Harry badly in the end. Harry convinced him that Hogwarts was full of information, it was Hogwarts that he found the book on The Order of The Phoenix. Harry promised him he would spend all his time studying to complete his next mission, even if that meant he would fail all his classes. Voldemort agreed in the end, mainly because there was a moment during their duel that Harry was winning, he knew he was getting stronger. Harry and Draco were late because his father said if he really wanted to go back to school, he was to find his own way there. It took them a long time to figure out how to get there without magic and a Death Eater trailing them.
"When was the last time I gave a shit about what my father said?" Harry tried to act tough, but he already knew he was lying to himself. "Come on Draco, for old times sake?"
Draco sighed heavily and closed his book, "You're lucky I love you."
"And I love you too darling, now let's go!"
And with that, Harry and Draco found themselves having to do detention for the next week. They'd decided to paint in big letters "WEASLEY IS OUR KING" on the top of the Gryffindor tower, they then hexed the same phrase to follow Ron around, blaring trumpets loudly. Harry chose the phrase because Ron was being treated like a King around the castle. It was easy to tell who pulled off this prank, seeing and Harry and Draco could not stop laughing when the letters following Ron starting spitting out poison ivy confetti. The two boys had to serve their detentions separately. Draco was to clean off the Gryffindor tower, by hand on a broom. But his punishment was better because as soon as he was done he could stop serving his detentions, Harry, on the other hand, had to spend his week with Snape and worse, the female Weasley. She was already serving detention with Snape for the fight last year. When Harry found this out he immediately tried to make an appeal to Snape, however, Snape told him he was supposed to do the detention or he would tell his father that he was getting off track.
The first day Harry showed up for his detention, Ginny Weasley had to show him a task she was doing that he was to help her finish.
"We're organizing the potions closet," she said flatly, "but don't bother doing a good job, Snape will just come in here after we're done and mess the entire thing up again." Harry grunted in acknowledgment and began helping. They worked in silence the first two days, then on the third day, Harry held a ladder while Ginny climbed to the top of Snape's chalkboard while they were dusting. Harry looked up, then started to blush as he'd accidentally seen up the girl's skirt. Ginny looked down at him, "What're you doing?"
Harry turned his head and looked towards the ground, "Nothing" he mumbled.
"You're looking up my skirt aren't you?" Ginny rolled her eyes.
"No… What are you wearing a skirt on a ladder anyway?"
"It's apart of my uniform you idiot. Plus you didn't want to be the one of the ladder anyway."
"I don't want to do any of this."
"Well, then you shouldn't have antagonized my brother."
"Don't lecture me blood-traitor."
"That's rich," Ginny laughed, coming down from the ladder, "That's all you got? 'Blood traitor?' You're losing your wit there Harry, going soft?"
"Fuck off" Harry let the ladder go and walked away from her, sitting at a desk. They were all done for the day but still had 45 minutes of their detention left. Snape was in this office, which meant they had to be quiet as to not make him come down and give them more work. Ginny sat next to him.
"Do you mind?"
"Not at all," Ginny grinned. Harry scoffed and put his head down, trying to ignore her.
"Have you still got feelings for Hermione?" she asked out of the blue.
"I never had feelings for her," Harry lied. "I was just using her."
"You're lying" Ginny responded plainly, "She was using you, you fancied her, and you have for a really long time."
"Keep acting like you know what you're talking about, just like your idiot brother."
"I know things you don't Harry, you might want to be nice to me if you want some of my information"
"I don't want anything from you."
Ginny looked Harry deep in his eyes, then placed her lips up against his ear and whispered, "You will" but it was not in English.
Harry looked at her skeptically, "Where did you learn Parseltongue? You can't have been born with it."
"I thought you said you didn't want any information from me?" Ginny then got up from the desk and left the room, leaving Harry in awe.
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Ginny Weasley was just 11 years old, excited about her first year at Hogwarts. She was excited to finally make a name for herself outside of "The Girl Weasley" or "*Insert Brother's name here*'s little sister." That summer, she'd spent a lot of time hiding outside her older brother Ron's room trying to pick up tips and secrets of Hogwarts, but all she was getting was Ron and his new friend Hermione talking softly about a boy named Harry Lestrange. On one particular day, Ron was talking about trying to trap Harry into proving something about him being evil, Ginny immediately wanted in, anything to make her stand out from the others. She burst into his room.
"Ron! I can help!" she squealed.
"Ginny get out of my room!" Ron shouted at her.
"I can help!"
"Don't be so rude to her Ronald! Hello Ginny," Hermione smiled at her.
Ginny repeated herself, "I can help! Please let me help!"
"No, get out!" Ron clenched his fists.
"Come on Ron! Whoever this Harry is he knows you, he doesn't know me he'll never suspect me! I can do anything, I'll be unknown! I can dye my hair, I can do anything, please Ron!"
"She's got a point, Ron, Lestrange won't do anything around you or me because he knows we're watching him. If Ginny comes in, she can be a spy for us." Hermione pondered
Ginny smiled wickedly as they began to discuss a possible plan for the upcoming year.
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On the fourth day of detention Ginny and Harry were sent to help Filch clean the bathrooms as Snape claimed he had better things to do. Harry and Ginny each took a stall and began to clean, they waited to Filch to leave before using magic to finish their jobs.
"You remember this bathroom Harry?"
"Don't talk to me."
"You think you could still get into The Chamber or secrets?"
"Fuck off."
"That's no way to talk to a lady."
"I'm not talking to a lady I'm talking to you," Harry said, sitting, leaned against the wall of the stall as the toilet brush did his work.
Ginny grinned, "You're pretty quick with the tongue… Or so I've heard."
Harry gave a half-hearted fake laugh, then went back to counting the tiles on the ceiling.
"You're not as mysterious as you make yourself out to be you know?"
"You don't know shit about me Weasley."
"I know more about you then you probably ever will know about yourself."
"You're keen."
"You want to be this black sheep, this mysterious lad who walks around with the world on his shoulders when really, you're just a little boy, a romantic even, begging for somebody to love you… Aren't you?"
Harry ignored her, Ginny looked out of her stall to see that Filch was still gone, then crawled over into Harry's stall.
"Go back to your stall!" Harry demanded in a whisper.
"I'm not one of your little friends, you can't tell me what to do." Ginny said playfully, squeezing herself into the stall and as close to Harry as possible.
"Hermione was right, you are even more dashing up close." She said, studying him, Harry perked up.
"She talks about me?"
"Talked about you. You had your mates duff her up pretty good, it took me all summer to get her to tell me what happened."
Harry blushed a bit, "what did she tell you happened?"
"Nothing," Ginny smirked. "And I'm kind of glad too, I don't think she would be enough for you."
Harry stood quickly, "You're not about to fool me again Weasley, you really think I'm that stupid."
"I was 11, it was just a bit of fun Harry!"
"Fun to you!" Harry snarled at her, "Maybe life gets to be all fun and games to you but for me everything is a matter of life and death!"
Ginny stood, getting closer to him until she pinned him without using her hands, "You're dramatic." she sighed, "You would be great friends with my brother."
"I'd never be friends with a blood traitor." Harry spat.
"Would you be more?" she asked, sliding her hand through his robes and down his stomach. Harry stood, frozen, unsure what she was trying to do. Ginny's hand carefully slipped into his trousers, Harry's eyes went wide. She gripped him gently, making small light strokes up and down his length. Harry's eye twitched, he moaned quietly, half of him knew she should stop, the other half didn't care.
"OI! YOU TWO DONE YET?" Filch yelled into the bathroom. Harry jumped so hard he knocked his head against the stall. Ginny withdrew her hand, all the while looking pleased with herself.
"Yes, we are!" She called back.
"Then get your lazy arses out here and help me mop this hall!" Filch slammed the door behind him. Ginny walked from the stall as though nothing had happened, leaving Harry a bit dazed and confused.
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Ginny had been eavesdropping outside of Ron's bedroom. He and Hermione were talking about The Order of the Phoenix. Nobody ever talked to her really, even after she successfully helped Ron trap Harry in the Chamber of Secrets. She was still only seen as a worthless child, a princess who needed to be protected, but she was tired of being protected, she wanted respect. And if there was one thing she learned about Harry from her time with him, it was that he had respect and a lot of it. He had the power she craved and if she could get to him, she would get everything she ever wanted. When her mum called them down for dinner, Ginny sneaked into Ron's room and stole the book with pictures they had been mulling over. She stashed the picture in her room and read through the book. This might come in handy to her one day…
When Ginny returned to school for her third year, she was called into the office by Dumbledore around the second week. She moved hesitantly, but Dumbledore seemed cheerful nonetheless. He made her an offer, there were certain things he needed slipped to Harry during the year and he wanted her help getting it to them.
Ginny smiled politely at him, "Forgive me Professor, but I don't think I'm the one for this job."
"Oh?"
"Harry already is suspicious of me, ever since what happened in my first year, a plan I'm sure you already know about as wise as you are."
"That is precisely why I asked this of you, and you decline?"
"I'm sorry Professor, but yes I decline. It would be far too obvious to have me do this… You should have Hermione Granger take on this responsibility, word around the school is Harry's got a massive crush on her already, it'll be easy for her to slip into his circle." Ginny suggested.
Dumbledore maintained the sweet, happy smile he always had, "I'll take your word for it, Miss. Weasley, you are dismissed."
Ginny returned the facial expression and left the office. If there was one person she did not trust it was Albus Dumbledore. There was something about him that she did not quite understand, that and he had caught her sneaking a book into the Restricted Section of the library and it seemed like he hadn't left her alone since…
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"It is not Mr. Weasley I'm worried about. You're going to make a lot of enemies being friendly with Harry, especially when you've got a lot of competition vying for his attention."
Dumbledore replayed his message to Hermione in his head, hoping his point had gotten through. It wasn't Mr. Weasley he was trying to warn her about, but the Miss…