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The Founding of Pigwarts II – Cooking Chaos

Chapter 10: Why You Should Never Blackmail Slytherins

Ginny was furious. The news had hit them during breakfast, which she was sharing with Harry in their future home, having once again sneaked away from the chaos at the Burrow. Molly would not be too happy should she discover it, but she wouldn't discover it any time soon, being so caught up in a friendly debate with Fleur about the floral arrangements. Friendly in the sense of things flying around in the air. Ginny let them argue all they wanted, and in the evening when they had fallen away with exhaustion, she could take care of everything in peace.

But as it was, she was having a wonderful peaceful breakfast with her fiance, until the stupid owl had flown in with the stupid newspaper. Of course, at that time she hadn't known it yet. At that moment she had laughed when the owl had softly nibbled at her fingers. And there was still a smile on her face when she had reached for the paper.

Everything had been so nice and peaceful. But then came the Daily Prophet, and then came the yelling.

Although, she had to admit, most of the yelling had been done by her. She had reached for it first, and she had opened it first, and she had caught sight of the picture first. After a few moments of shocked glaring, Ginny had jumped to her feet, thrown the paper down, and started yelling. Most of it had been about a certain ferrety bastard, and all the things she was going to do to him in the very near future.

Harry had tried to calm her down for a while, then realized the hopelessness of the situation, and picked up the paper to see what all the fuss had been about. While she was still raving and ranting, Harry had read through the article under the picture.

And then he had silenced her. With a kiss, however, which was a lot better than Daphne's way, although she really wouldn't have appreciated Daphne kissing her (even though it would have definitely silenced her, for many long moments).

"Shh, calm down," he had whispered into her ear. "It's not that bad."

"Good for you to say," Ginny had argued angrily. "You are not being kissed by Crabbe at the front page of the Daily Prophet."

Harry hadn't been able to argue with that.

In the end, with the help of several more kisses, he had managed to calm her down, however, and she had told him all about how that picture had come to be. She had told him the truth. How it had all been Daphne's fault for dragging her to the party and then leaving her all alone with a roomful of Slytherins.

Harry had believed her of course, what's more, he had never doubted her at all. Oh, she was way too lucky to have him.

The article itself hadn't been as bad as it could have. It did hint to some sordid affair between her and Crabbe, but it had also toyed with the idea of Gryffindors warming up towards Slytherins, and old enemies becoming friends in the new and better world. Which was more or less true. And no sane person would ever consider the first option, Harry had assured her. After all, who in their right mind would turn to Crabbe if they had Harry Potter, the Hero of the Wizarding World, the Defeater of Voldemort, etc, etc?

Still, some people did, and those who didn't took it as a great chance to tease her, so that by lunchtime her anger towards Malfoy was back. And with it came the desire for revenge. The fact that she could do it so easily only amplified her wish.

There was one problem of course.

"Hi, Ginny," the problem greeted her and sat down to the table.

"Hey, Herms," she answered. "Seen the Daily Prophet yet?"

"Yeah," she nodded slowly. "I take it you had no hand in that article?"

"Oh no, quite the opposite, Hermione. I had to plead them on my knees to put a picture of me and Crabbe kissing on the front page," she replied sarcastically.

"I thought so," Hermione rolled her eyes. "Do you know who did it?"

"Yeah. The one and only – Draco Malfoy."

Hermione's head snapped up at hearing that name and her eyes narrowed. Thinking about it now, Ginny found it a bit odd that her friend had not confronted her about last evening, as she must have certainly realized her part in it.

Well, she still had time to bring it up. Like right now.

"Speaking of Malfoy…" Hermione began.

Here it comes.

"Is there something you would like to tell me about last night?"

Ginny made her best angelic face.

"I thought so," Hermione continued, but said no more.

One nanosecond before realizing the crystal clear truth, Ginny wondered why Hermione was not demanding an explanation from her, but then it became glaringly obvious – the very reason was glaring at her with Hermione's brown eyes. You won't ask me about what happened, and I won't blame you for making it happen was the deal she was offering her. Under normal circumstances Ginny would have never accepted – curiosity might have killed the cat, but unsatisfied curiosity drove Ginny, and everyone around her, nuts.

But this time she simply nodded in acceptance, and that for two reasons. One, she already knew what had happened, and two, she really needed to speak to Hermione. Yet she couldn't keep back one tiny question.

"Just tell me this," she made puppy-dog eyes. "Was it really that awful?"

"It could have been worse," was the only reply she got before Hermione rapidly changed the subject.

"The article wasn't that bad," she tried to comfort the redhead. "I'm surprised, actually, you seem to have got away pretty easy."

Easy? Easy!!! I'll show you easy, Ginny thought.

"Yes, well," she said out loud. "But the thing is that… that I have the opportunity to take revenge on him. Should I do it?"

Hermione stared at her for a while with a blank expression, then turned her head away. Ginny was about to take the question back, but then her friend averted her gaze back and struck her with a smirk so devilish that Ginny almost yelped in terror.

No, that was not a good sight. Hermione rarely smirked, and even less did she smirk devilishly, but once she did it, the effect was worse than a herd of rabid hippogriffs.

But then the smirk disappeared, and to any outsider, Hermione was back to her normal self.

"Of course," she said calmly. "Take your revenge. Just don't overdo it, and be prepared for him taking revenge for your revenge."

Too pleased to be shocked at her friend's odd thirst for vengeance, Ginny nodded enthusiastically – the next day was going to be a good one.

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