A/N: Thanks for all of the reviews, guys! Sorry it took me so long to
update, I really didn't know what to write next. I was completely stumped.
But, since I'm writing this at three o'clock in the morning, when I had a
sudden bout of inspiration, I can tell you that I am no longer stumped, and
that it is not my fault if this chapter is weird in any way. It's all the
caffeinated coke's fault.
Some people in their reviews said that they thought it was OOC for Draco to be putting make up on Ginny. Let me tell you something. Draco is a little OOC in this entire fic, that's just the way it has to be. This is my on-the- side-fic to Au Paire, so I just need something to help me get over my writers block in that area.
Anyway, I hope you like this chapter. Cheers! And happy reading!
Disclaimer: I disclaim everything! And even if you decided to sue me, the only thing that you could possibly win is a piece of lint out of my pocket.
Chapter Three
Ginny gasped as she looke at her reflection in the mirror. She looked.goods. She had thought that would never be possible. How could she, Ginny Weasley, even look.pretty? That was just impossible. She gaped at the mirror until Draco wrenched it from her tight grasp.
"Come on Weasley, it isn't that bad," he snapped.
"N-No, it's-good," Ginny said, looking dubious. She pulled the mirror away from Draco and touched her cheek, just to make sure that was her in the mirror. It was; it was really her.
Draco looked smug, "Of course it is, I did it." Ginny grinned at him. "Oh, but you aren't getting all of this so easily." Ginny's face fell.
"What is it?" She asked, wringing her hands.
"I need a tutor for my Charms exam, and you are just the person," He said, unabashed.
"You need a tutor?" She asked, looking at him askance.
Draco sighed, "Yes, I do. And to keep this whole thing fair, you should do it." Ginny thought about it for a moment and decided that she may be getting more out of this than he was. If you considered it, she was getting makeovers and was being taught to be a more likeable person, whereas she was just not telling on him.
She looked over at him and nodded, "Okay, I'll do it." He grinned, took the mirror from her and put it back in his bag.
"There isn't much time left to work on this tonight, but we need to work on your attitude just a bit."
***
A very nervous Ginny Weasley emerged from the Gryffindor 6th year bathroom. She had done her makeup exactly how Draco had told her to, and dressed the way he instructed. She straightened her shoulders and took a deep breath then walked over to her bed and picked up her bag to put her books for her morning classes in it. She slung it over her shoulder and walked out of the dormitory, carefully, so she wouldn't trip with the new shoes.
Ginny walked down the stairs and into the common room where she saw Ron, Harry, and Hermione sitting by the fireplace, chatting. She tried to walk quietly to the portrait hole, and escape without them seeing her, but it didn't work. "Oi! Is that you Ginny?" Ron called out, making her cringe.
Ginny turned to face him, and straightened up, "Good morning, Ron," She said without stuttering in Harry's presence. She gave herself a mental high- five and walked out the common room, leaving behind a very stunned group of friends.
Ginny walked down the corridor to the Great Hall, tugged on her fishnet tights, which were itching the back of her legs. "Uh-uh, Weasley, don't do that, it's not good for the image. You'll just have to tough it out," Draco drawled from behind her. Ginny jerked up and released her hold on the tights to look at Draco, who was studying her outfit.
"Sorry," she murmured quietly.
Draco rolled his eyes, "Did you not remember anything I taught you last night? Don't say you're sorry, and speak up." Ginny blinked, and rolled her neck.
"That's a lot for me to learn."
"I've realized that," Draco said, walking beside her. They reached the Great Hall, and heard the Sunshine Crew behind them. "Weasley, do you want to sit at my table? Just for kicks?" Draco asked, his eyes glinting mischievously. The look made Ginny visibly nervous, but she nodded and followed Draco into the hall. Draco guided her to the Slytherin table, where he made her sit next to him. She put her back down apprehensively, noticing that she was getting icy glares from Pansy and Blaise. She looked over at Draco, who hadn't noticed and was piling his plate with food. Ginny helped herself to a piece of toast, but shivered, feeling someone looking at her. She looked up and saw Harry looking at her quizzically, from the Gryffindor table.
Ginny nudged Draco with her elbow. "What do I do?" She whispered in his ear.
"What do you do about what?" He asked, his mouth full of pancakes.
"Harry's looking at me," she said, eyeing his mouth with disgust. "Don't talk with your mouth full."
"Hey," Draco said, narrowing his eyes, " I do believe that I'm the one who's giving the lessons here. Now, about Potter, bite your lip, while looking him in the ye, don't stop."
Ginny gulped nervously.
"Are you sure that's what I should do?"
Draco sighed, "I wouldn't have told you if I wasn't sure," then turned back to his breakfast.
Ginny looked over at Harry, who was still watching her. And very timidly bit her lip, not breaking their eye contact, and then she ran her hand through her hair, her eyes never leaving his. She paused, waiting to see what would happen. She saw a faint blush appear on Harry's cheeks, and he turned away quickly to start talking to Ron. She grinned to herself. She had made Harry blush, she was so happy that she didn't hear Draco calling her name.
"Weasley? WEASLEY!" Draco hissed into her ear.
She jumped, "What?"
He glared at her, "Are you going to eat that toast?" Ginny looked down at her uneaten piece of toast. Then back to Draco who had his eyebrows raised in question.
"No, you can have it," she said, handing him the piece of toast. Ginny tried concentrating on the ingredients that were to go in a potion she had to make today and not the hostile stares that she was receiving from the Slytherins or her brother, who were glaring at her quite acidly.
"Draco? What am I going to say to my brother when he asks me about this?" Ginny said, taking a small sip of her pumpkin juice.
Draco cocked his head to the side, "Tell him it's none of his bloody business." Tinny giggled, and Draco rolled his eyes.
"What? Bloody?" Draco asked, mildly confused.
"Yes," Ginny said embarrassedly.
Draco smirked at her, "Then say it."
"Now?"
"Yes, now, just do it," Draco said impatiently.
"Fine, fine.bloody," Ginny blushed and looked up at Draco expectantly. Draco didn't say anything, but looked at his watch instead, and ate the last piece of Ginny's toast. "How am I supposed to act towards people," she whispered.
"Like you don't care, if they ask you a question you don't want to answer, tell them it's none of their bloody business. Or you can be a tease.or you can just not talk to anyone at all," Draco said, yawning.
"A tease?" Ginny asked curiously.
"Yeah, you know, be really sexy and all that, but don't actually do anything," Draco said, pouring himself some more pumpkin juice. He glanced around and took a small flask out of his pocket and poured some clear liquid into his juice.
"What's that?" Ginny asked, pointing to the flask before he put it in his pocket.
"Vodka," Draco said, then picked up the juice and downed it in one gulp. He made a face and put the cup down. "Good stuff, you want some?"
Ginny shook her head, "Of course she wouldn't want any; she's just a goody- goody-Gryffindor," Pansy sneered. Ginny jerked her head in Pansy's direction, and Draco looked to Ginny to see what she would say.
"Draco," she said calmly. "Pour me some." Draco grinned and poured some into her pumpkin juice. Ginny looked at it cautiously, then picked it up and practically threw the contents in her mouth and down her throat. She made a face quite similar to Draco's, then smiled. "That is good stuff." Draco chuckled, and Pansy glared at Ginny.
"Of course it is," Draco said, looking over at the Gryffindor table, where Ron was sending them glares that probably could have incinerated Pluto. He laughed, "Look at your brother, he's boiling." Ginny looked over at Ron, who was indeed very angry looking. Harry just looked at her as if he didn't know what to think, and Hermione for some reason gave her a thumbs up. Ginny grinned at her and turned back to Draco.
"Shouldn't we be going to class? So we won't be late?" She asked, getting ready to pick up her bag.
"What?" Draco asked, looking at her, appalled at the question. "We do not worry about being late for class, if we are, we are, and if we aren't, we aren't." Ginny set down her bag, and looked at it ruefully, her stomach twisting at the thought of being late.
Most everyone had already left the hall by the time that Draco said that they could go, and Ginny was dreading to go to class. She had Potions first, and she knew that she was going to get in trouble with Snape.
"Draco, what do I say to Snape when I'm late?" Ginny asked, fidgeting with the strap of her bag.
Draco reached out and stopped her, "Don't do that. Hmm.for Snape, stare him in the eye, because he pays attention better if you do that." Draco smirked. "And tell him that you were out with me in the hall. But you have to keep a straight face, and no stuttering," Draco said firmly, pushing her towards the dungeons. Ginny looked back at him anxiously before continuing to class.
Ginny stopped at the door of her class, and looked down at her watch. She was five minutes late. She took a deep breath and pushed the door open; she walked in slowly and made her way to her desk, with the whole class looking at her, utterly confused. She sat down and turned her attention to Snape, who was staring at her cuttingly.
"Well, well, Miss Weasley, care to tell me why you were late?" He asked unkindly. Ginny looked up at his eyes, and thought. Okay, no chickening out, just do it.
"Well Professor," she said in a tone that surprised herself. "You see, Mr. Malfoy.err.detained me a bit longer than we thought he would have." she trailed off suggestively, as Snape looked at her, astonished.
"Mr. Malfoy detained you?" He asked, and then had a look that clearly said he hadn't meant to say that out loud.
Ginny strained to keep herself from sighing, "Yes, he did.quite fun it was." She nearly choked; she couldn't believe she had said that! She almost started hyperventilating, but reminded herself that wasn't what she was supposed to do.
"And would Mr. Malfoy be able to verify this detainment?" Snape asked caustically.
Before she could stop herself, the words popped out of her mouth, "I don't see how he could forget." All of her classmates were looking at her, utterly and completely stunned. They had never seen Ginny Weasley act like this before, and it really confused them.
Snape chuckled, "Very well, but I warn you, if he can't, its 10 points for being late and 15 for lying to me that going to be taken from your house." And he continued with the class. Ginny slumped in her chair once his back was turned and allowed herself a very small sigh. She hoped that she wouldn't have to be this bold all day; it was scaring the living daylights out of her.
A/N: If you're reading this, I must say that I am surprised you read this far, even with my warning about me writing this at three o'clock in the morning. Heh heh.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Please REVIEW!!!!!!!!!
*whispers* Reviews tend to get chapters finished quicker.
Some people in their reviews said that they thought it was OOC for Draco to be putting make up on Ginny. Let me tell you something. Draco is a little OOC in this entire fic, that's just the way it has to be. This is my on-the- side-fic to Au Paire, so I just need something to help me get over my writers block in that area.
Anyway, I hope you like this chapter. Cheers! And happy reading!
Disclaimer: I disclaim everything! And even if you decided to sue me, the only thing that you could possibly win is a piece of lint out of my pocket.
Chapter Three
Ginny gasped as she looke at her reflection in the mirror. She looked.goods. She had thought that would never be possible. How could she, Ginny Weasley, even look.pretty? That was just impossible. She gaped at the mirror until Draco wrenched it from her tight grasp.
"Come on Weasley, it isn't that bad," he snapped.
"N-No, it's-good," Ginny said, looking dubious. She pulled the mirror away from Draco and touched her cheek, just to make sure that was her in the mirror. It was; it was really her.
Draco looked smug, "Of course it is, I did it." Ginny grinned at him. "Oh, but you aren't getting all of this so easily." Ginny's face fell.
"What is it?" She asked, wringing her hands.
"I need a tutor for my Charms exam, and you are just the person," He said, unabashed.
"You need a tutor?" She asked, looking at him askance.
Draco sighed, "Yes, I do. And to keep this whole thing fair, you should do it." Ginny thought about it for a moment and decided that she may be getting more out of this than he was. If you considered it, she was getting makeovers and was being taught to be a more likeable person, whereas she was just not telling on him.
She looked over at him and nodded, "Okay, I'll do it." He grinned, took the mirror from her and put it back in his bag.
"There isn't much time left to work on this tonight, but we need to work on your attitude just a bit."
***
A very nervous Ginny Weasley emerged from the Gryffindor 6th year bathroom. She had done her makeup exactly how Draco had told her to, and dressed the way he instructed. She straightened her shoulders and took a deep breath then walked over to her bed and picked up her bag to put her books for her morning classes in it. She slung it over her shoulder and walked out of the dormitory, carefully, so she wouldn't trip with the new shoes.
Ginny walked down the stairs and into the common room where she saw Ron, Harry, and Hermione sitting by the fireplace, chatting. She tried to walk quietly to the portrait hole, and escape without them seeing her, but it didn't work. "Oi! Is that you Ginny?" Ron called out, making her cringe.
Ginny turned to face him, and straightened up, "Good morning, Ron," She said without stuttering in Harry's presence. She gave herself a mental high- five and walked out the common room, leaving behind a very stunned group of friends.
Ginny walked down the corridor to the Great Hall, tugged on her fishnet tights, which were itching the back of her legs. "Uh-uh, Weasley, don't do that, it's not good for the image. You'll just have to tough it out," Draco drawled from behind her. Ginny jerked up and released her hold on the tights to look at Draco, who was studying her outfit.
"Sorry," she murmured quietly.
Draco rolled his eyes, "Did you not remember anything I taught you last night? Don't say you're sorry, and speak up." Ginny blinked, and rolled her neck.
"That's a lot for me to learn."
"I've realized that," Draco said, walking beside her. They reached the Great Hall, and heard the Sunshine Crew behind them. "Weasley, do you want to sit at my table? Just for kicks?" Draco asked, his eyes glinting mischievously. The look made Ginny visibly nervous, but she nodded and followed Draco into the hall. Draco guided her to the Slytherin table, where he made her sit next to him. She put her back down apprehensively, noticing that she was getting icy glares from Pansy and Blaise. She looked over at Draco, who hadn't noticed and was piling his plate with food. Ginny helped herself to a piece of toast, but shivered, feeling someone looking at her. She looked up and saw Harry looking at her quizzically, from the Gryffindor table.
Ginny nudged Draco with her elbow. "What do I do?" She whispered in his ear.
"What do you do about what?" He asked, his mouth full of pancakes.
"Harry's looking at me," she said, eyeing his mouth with disgust. "Don't talk with your mouth full."
"Hey," Draco said, narrowing his eyes, " I do believe that I'm the one who's giving the lessons here. Now, about Potter, bite your lip, while looking him in the ye, don't stop."
Ginny gulped nervously.
"Are you sure that's what I should do?"
Draco sighed, "I wouldn't have told you if I wasn't sure," then turned back to his breakfast.
Ginny looked over at Harry, who was still watching her. And very timidly bit her lip, not breaking their eye contact, and then she ran her hand through her hair, her eyes never leaving his. She paused, waiting to see what would happen. She saw a faint blush appear on Harry's cheeks, and he turned away quickly to start talking to Ron. She grinned to herself. She had made Harry blush, she was so happy that she didn't hear Draco calling her name.
"Weasley? WEASLEY!" Draco hissed into her ear.
She jumped, "What?"
He glared at her, "Are you going to eat that toast?" Ginny looked down at her uneaten piece of toast. Then back to Draco who had his eyebrows raised in question.
"No, you can have it," she said, handing him the piece of toast. Ginny tried concentrating on the ingredients that were to go in a potion she had to make today and not the hostile stares that she was receiving from the Slytherins or her brother, who were glaring at her quite acidly.
"Draco? What am I going to say to my brother when he asks me about this?" Ginny said, taking a small sip of her pumpkin juice.
Draco cocked his head to the side, "Tell him it's none of his bloody business." Tinny giggled, and Draco rolled his eyes.
"What? Bloody?" Draco asked, mildly confused.
"Yes," Ginny said embarrassedly.
Draco smirked at her, "Then say it."
"Now?"
"Yes, now, just do it," Draco said impatiently.
"Fine, fine.bloody," Ginny blushed and looked up at Draco expectantly. Draco didn't say anything, but looked at his watch instead, and ate the last piece of Ginny's toast. "How am I supposed to act towards people," she whispered.
"Like you don't care, if they ask you a question you don't want to answer, tell them it's none of their bloody business. Or you can be a tease.or you can just not talk to anyone at all," Draco said, yawning.
"A tease?" Ginny asked curiously.
"Yeah, you know, be really sexy and all that, but don't actually do anything," Draco said, pouring himself some more pumpkin juice. He glanced around and took a small flask out of his pocket and poured some clear liquid into his juice.
"What's that?" Ginny asked, pointing to the flask before he put it in his pocket.
"Vodka," Draco said, then picked up the juice and downed it in one gulp. He made a face and put the cup down. "Good stuff, you want some?"
Ginny shook her head, "Of course she wouldn't want any; she's just a goody- goody-Gryffindor," Pansy sneered. Ginny jerked her head in Pansy's direction, and Draco looked to Ginny to see what she would say.
"Draco," she said calmly. "Pour me some." Draco grinned and poured some into her pumpkin juice. Ginny looked at it cautiously, then picked it up and practically threw the contents in her mouth and down her throat. She made a face quite similar to Draco's, then smiled. "That is good stuff." Draco chuckled, and Pansy glared at Ginny.
"Of course it is," Draco said, looking over at the Gryffindor table, where Ron was sending them glares that probably could have incinerated Pluto. He laughed, "Look at your brother, he's boiling." Ginny looked over at Ron, who was indeed very angry looking. Harry just looked at her as if he didn't know what to think, and Hermione for some reason gave her a thumbs up. Ginny grinned at her and turned back to Draco.
"Shouldn't we be going to class? So we won't be late?" She asked, getting ready to pick up her bag.
"What?" Draco asked, looking at her, appalled at the question. "We do not worry about being late for class, if we are, we are, and if we aren't, we aren't." Ginny set down her bag, and looked at it ruefully, her stomach twisting at the thought of being late.
Most everyone had already left the hall by the time that Draco said that they could go, and Ginny was dreading to go to class. She had Potions first, and she knew that she was going to get in trouble with Snape.
"Draco, what do I say to Snape when I'm late?" Ginny asked, fidgeting with the strap of her bag.
Draco reached out and stopped her, "Don't do that. Hmm.for Snape, stare him in the eye, because he pays attention better if you do that." Draco smirked. "And tell him that you were out with me in the hall. But you have to keep a straight face, and no stuttering," Draco said firmly, pushing her towards the dungeons. Ginny looked back at him anxiously before continuing to class.
Ginny stopped at the door of her class, and looked down at her watch. She was five minutes late. She took a deep breath and pushed the door open; she walked in slowly and made her way to her desk, with the whole class looking at her, utterly confused. She sat down and turned her attention to Snape, who was staring at her cuttingly.
"Well, well, Miss Weasley, care to tell me why you were late?" He asked unkindly. Ginny looked up at his eyes, and thought. Okay, no chickening out, just do it.
"Well Professor," she said in a tone that surprised herself. "You see, Mr. Malfoy.err.detained me a bit longer than we thought he would have." she trailed off suggestively, as Snape looked at her, astonished.
"Mr. Malfoy detained you?" He asked, and then had a look that clearly said he hadn't meant to say that out loud.
Ginny strained to keep herself from sighing, "Yes, he did.quite fun it was." She nearly choked; she couldn't believe she had said that! She almost started hyperventilating, but reminded herself that wasn't what she was supposed to do.
"And would Mr. Malfoy be able to verify this detainment?" Snape asked caustically.
Before she could stop herself, the words popped out of her mouth, "I don't see how he could forget." All of her classmates were looking at her, utterly and completely stunned. They had never seen Ginny Weasley act like this before, and it really confused them.
Snape chuckled, "Very well, but I warn you, if he can't, its 10 points for being late and 15 for lying to me that going to be taken from your house." And he continued with the class. Ginny slumped in her chair once his back was turned and allowed herself a very small sigh. She hoped that she wouldn't have to be this bold all day; it was scaring the living daylights out of her.
A/N: If you're reading this, I must say that I am surprised you read this far, even with my warning about me writing this at three o'clock in the morning. Heh heh.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Please REVIEW!!!!!!!!!
*whispers* Reviews tend to get chapters finished quicker.