Hey all. I'm back. I had heaps of fun writing this chappie actually…..it was great. So even if no one likes it that's cool coz I had fun doin it.
I'm home from school coz I'm sick……..damn winter flu. Oh well.
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DISCLAIMER: So you grab your girls and you grab a couple more and you all can meet me in the middle of the floor……..oh…….what was that? You want a disclaimer? Okay………………..None of this is mine. But go ahead and sue me anyway, if your interested in making a clean five bucks coz that's all I got baby!!
Chapter Six
Ginny opened her eyes and immediately closed them again. Her head felt like it was about to explode. And her stomach. Ugh. What the hell had she been up to last night? She groaned as she remembered.
'How many pinacolada's did the bloody git give me?'
Oh well. She supposed it was her fault really. She had been the one stupid enough to accept them. Squeezing her eyes shut tight, she languidly stretched herself across the bed, her bare thighs sliding across the smooth silk sheets.
Ginny froze.
Last time she checked her sheets were definitely not silk. Her eyes flew open at her sudden realisation and she sprung out of bed. Dark green silk sheets. Slytherin bedspread. The cold morning air wrapped itself around her and that's when she realised she was dressed in only her bra and underwear. She swallowed nervously and ventured through into what she thought was the bathroom. Ginny was right. But what she saw in the bathroom made her want to cry. On the wall facing her was a large mirror which took up nearly the whole space. But it wasn't merely the mirror that caused her threatening tears. It was the message written on it. A tidy crimson scrawl stared back at her. Lipstick. Her own, to be precise.
Virginia,
After last night you might have to change your name. Thanks for the shag. Help yourself to the shower. I will definitely be seeing you later.
Draco.
Ginny bought a shaky hand to her mouth. She hadn't. Had she? She shook her head vigorously. This was all a horrible nightmare.
"I didn't," she whispered shakily.
"You're right. You didn't."
Ginny spun round, coming face to face with Draco Malfoy, who of course was fully clothed, unlike herself. But that minor detail seemed to escape her as she glared at the blonde with contempt.
"You…bastard," she hissed, eyes narrowed.
Draco smirked. "Thanks."
Ginny took a few furious steps towards him. "You were just going to let me believe that I," she paused for a second to try and find the words.
"Shagged me?" Draco supplied.
"Yes! Why the hell would you do something like that? It's disgusting. It's – ugh! I can't even find words to explain how disgusting it is. Its –"
"Revenge," Draco cut in sharply.
Ginny shook her head furiously. "Revenge? What have I ever done to you, ferret? Merlin, and her I was just starting to think that maybe you weren't half bad."
Draco smiled sarcastically, "I'm touched, Virginia, really I am."
Ginny stood there for a few seconds, rage flowing through her veins. Suddenly something dawned on her.
"Hold on. How can I be sure that you're telling the truth?" she asked frantically. "I mean, we could have –ya know….and I wouldn't even remember!"
"Aww," Draco wiped away a fake tear, "does little Weasley not trust big bad Malfoy?"
"No," Ginny replied scathingly. "Why should I trust you?"
Draco laughed. "Trust me, Virginia. Even if I had wanted to have sex –" he drew the word out smirking when she winced, "-with you, it would never have happened. You were too drunk to even…..well, to do anything worthwhile. Anyway, when I do get you into bed I want you to be completely sober. That way you can remember every single amazing second."
Ginny looked disgustedly at the blonde. "Dream on Malfoy. The day you get me into bed will be the day Snape gives Neville a compliment. So that's like, uh – never!"
Draco studied the girl in front of him. She was looking damn attractive in just her red bra and underwear, standing in the middle of his room, hands on hips looking as though she was going to slap him.
"There's still one thing I don't understand about your little practical joke. Why?"
Draco smirked. "One; I knew you'd overreact –"
"I am not overreac-"
"- being the pure little virgin you are," he spoke over her, "And two, I just know how much you love pinacolada's."
Draco winked and watched as realisation crossed Ginny's features.
"Oh," she replied dumbly, "you know."
Draco nodded and examined his nails.
"Considering what you did to me, this is minor. But guess what. Payback's still a bitch, ain't it Virginia?"
He grinned insanely as Ginny humphed and stormed past him.
"Just be glad I didn't publicly humiliate you!" he called after her.
Draco laughed. She'd be back in five….four….three….two….one. Sure enough, Ginny burst back through the door.
"Oh yeah," Draco grinned as Ginny gathered up and pulled on her clothes hurriedly, "a little piece of advice; don't walk out into the Slytherin common room in just your underwear."
Ginny glared up at him before extending her middle finger. "Bite me."
"See you at rehearsals, Virginia," he said cheerily as she left his room for the second time in five minutes.
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Draco sat in the common room. He had the whole weekend free to do whatever he pleased. He had thought about finding Ginny so they could continue their scheme, but decided it wise to giver her at least a day to cool off. There was no doubt about it. The girl sure had one hell of a temper. She was also a great on to overreact too. He couldn't have got a better "overreaction" if he'd tried.
Suddenly Raife swooped down beside him, letter in talons. (A/N: Do owls have talons? Ah, they do now.) Curious as to who would be owling him on a Saturday, he quickly gave Raife an owl treat and retrieved the letter.
Mr Malfoy
Our first rehearsal has been shifted to today, one pm.
Not attending will result in punishment, and in your case, severe punishment.
Prof M McGonagal
Draco groaned. So much for a free weekend. It was already twelve-thirty, and because it took a good ten minutes to get to the Great Hall from the Slytherin dungeons, he'd have to leave soon anyway.
Not seeing much point in starting anything useful, Draco resignedly got up and left the common room for the Great Hall. As he was walking down the corridor, he heard hurried footsteps coming up behind him. Blaise appeared beside him, a goofy grin spread across her face.
"Hey Draco," she cooed, "I'm so excited about rehearsals, aren't you?"
"No, can't say I am," Draco replied boredly.
"Oh," Blaise answered at loss for something more intelligent to say to impress him.
They walked in silence for a few moments before a scowl set itself across Blaise's features. "What was the Weasley wench doing leaving the dungeons this morning. Don't tell me she spent the night there."
Draco looked at her smugly, but said nothing.
Blaise looked horrified. "Merlin, what was Nott thinking? Letting the weasel into his bed."
Draco laughed dryly. "She spend the night with me, Blaise. And don't call her a wench."
Blaise looked decidedly put out. "Oh yes. How could I forget about your little crush on the weasel? Romantic picnics and night time rendevouz's? You ought to be careful Draco. You might ruin your reputation."
Draco laughed again. "Zabini, I can assure you my reputation is definitely not at stake here. I know you're not stupid enough to believe it comes with respect. People fear me. It's an artificial respect generated from their pathetic fear, which in turn gives me power. My power gives me a reputation. As long as I'm a Malfoy, my reputation is safe."
Blaise smirked. "All I'm saying is be careful. You wouldn't want someone to accidentally let it slip to your father that you are besotted with a Gryffindor, one that just happens to be a Weasley."
With that, Blaise walked ahead. She didn't understand. It was rather amusing actually. In no shape or form did Draco have feelings for Ginny. Although he did think she was generally a nice, interesting, attractive young girl, he was in no way besotted. That was something that happened to idiots like Potter. Not him. The idea in itself was preposterous.
When he got to the Great Hall it seemed he was the last to arrive, which meant as soon as he took his seat, McGonagal began.
"Welcome everyone," she greeted them crisply. "Although the owls I sent out did state that this was to be the first rehearsal, we will not actually be starting with the scripts today. We are going to have a discussion group."
Any student who had even considered groaning at that statement quickly quashed it as McGonagal gave them all a stern glare.
"Now. The purpose of this exercise is to get to know eachother better. Because you will all be spending more time with people you wouldn't usually associate with, it is useful to have an idea of who they are. It will also strengthen bonds between characters if you are all more in tune with eachother."
"What a load of crap," Draco muttered.
"Now, I will separate you into two different groups, and we can begin."
Just to really ruin his day, McGonagal placed Draco in a group with the dream team, Ginny, Longbottom, Thomas and Blaise.
"So," Hermione piped up when they were all settled in their discussion circle, "what do we talk about?"
Ginny glared across at Malfoy. He noticed Ron was doing the same. But he was always doing that. At least Ginny had a half way decent reason.
"Oh, I don't know," Ginny spat. "How about….men. Yes. Men. And how disgustingly arrogant, selfish, egotistical, immature, manipulative and disrespectful they are."
Draco knew this was directed straight at him and raised an eyebrow at her.
"Woah, Gin," Ron spoke up hastily, "not all us guys are like that."
Ginny smiled weakly at her brother. "I know Ronald," she spoke softly before hardening her voice, "I should have made my comment more specific. When I said men I didn't mean all me. I meant blondie over there." She inclined her head towards Draco.
"Don't say that about Draco," Blaise exclaimed.
"Shutup," Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny all said in unison.
Blaise huffed and crossed her arms across her chest.
"We all know Malay's a bastard, Gin," Harry said cheerily. "You just gotta learn to live with it."
Hermione nodded in agreement.
"You wouldn't want me any other way, weasel," Draco said smirking.
He got up and walked away from his groups and over to a table across from them to pour himself a glass of water. He didn't actually want a glass of water. He just knew that if he got up, Ginny would follow, pissed she hadn't got a big enough bite out of him. Draco was right. He hadn't been there five seconds when the redhead appeared beside him.
"We had a deal," he murmured.
"Yeah, well it's not my fault you're an asshole," she replied.
Draco sighed, trying hard not to lose his temper with the girl. He needed this deal to go ahead.
"Listen Virginia, you knew I was an asshole coming into this. Maybe there were a few moments when we were rehearsing or when we went out where I was genuinely nice to you; buy you gotta look past that and see me for what I am. A bastard. You said it yourself," Draco said calmly.
He glanced at Ginny. Her angry expression slowly melted away.
"Look," she sighed turning to face him completely, "I don't think you're a complete bastard. In fact, I know you're not. Behind all that I do believe you have some good in you. Even if you don't want to admit, it's there. I've seen it."
Draco smirked. "I knew you loved me Weasley."
Ginny scowled. "That doesn't mean I like you Draco."
"Good," he replied. "You have no feelings for me, I have no feelings for you."
This time it was Ginny's turn to smirk. "I believe we'd already established that."
Draco laughed. "Just making sure, Virginia. I don't want you turning all mushy on me."
"Never going to happen," she replied.
"When Snape gives Longbottom a compliment, right?" he asked grinning.
Ginny laughed. "Right."
Draco grinned at her. "I have an idea."
"What."
"Now would be the perfect time to start this, Ginny. We do have an audience," he whispered in an amused tone.
Ginny looked over her shoulder to see their group looking at them quizzically. She giggled.
"So what?" she asked, "we kiss and make up?"
"Precisely. If anyone asks, it was a lover's spat," Draco replied before placing his lips softly over Ginny's.
