A/N: Hey guys!  Here's chapter 2! I hope you all like it as much as you liked chapter 1! Thanks Kristi, for reading some parts of this and helping me out with it! 

Also, a few parts of the story were supposed to come up italicized, but aren't co-operating, so if the word or phrase has asterisks around them, like *word or phrase* --that, then it's supposed to be italicized.

Disclaimer: Check chapter 1.

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I chose the Great Hall welcoming feast as my best chance to choose a possible guy as my...well, I wasn't really sure what to call him.  My pretend boyfriend I suppose.  Or my plan to get back at Harry. Well, whatever he was, I was going to find him, and find him here.  A few of the only times you can count on the entire school to be in the same place at once.

I sighed, as the goblets filled themselves up with iced pumpkin juice, and the centerpieces were displayed with varieties of mouthwatering entrées.

"Ginny, can you slide over the mashed potatoes?"

Seamus Finnigan.

Nice, funny, and attractive.  Not the top of his class but he was no dolt.  I smiled at him, sliding over the plate. Parvati Patil, I noticed, was grinning at him as well.  She slipped over next to him, and took hold of his hand, under the table.

Seamus Finnigan: taken.

I sighed. Ah well, there were plenty more owls in the owelry.

I heard a loud laugh come from the opposite end of the table and looked over at Dean Thomas talking animatedly with Neville. The corners of my mouth twinged up.

Dean was almost a Seamus double.  I suppose it seemed that way since they were best friends and hung out together a lot, and people sort of refer to them as one. Deamus. Well, not really. Though Seamus, I thought, was a bit more good-looking, with all the right features - Dean just had this adorable-ness to him, not handsome, just...cute.

Suddenly I remembered something.  Lavender. Lavender had a little thing for Dean.  She had told me about it on Halloween in the common room. She had been upset about something and when I asked her what had happened she told me that she found out Dean had just asked out Mandy Brocklehurst a seventh year in Ravenclaw. Well, she had rejected him, but Lavender was crushed, for she was sure that Dean liked her, and not some Mandy. I couldn't dare be the one to make her feel like that all over again; with her thinking that now Dean had a girlfriend. Plus she would probably set Professor Trelawny on me.

Dean Thomas. Taken...thought he doesn't quite no it.

Feeling a bit peeved, I decided it was time to take desperate measures.

Colin Creevy and no - I am not kidding.

Well, he is...a bit...overwhelming. I laughed inwardly at the understatement of the year.  He was peppy, excited, obsessive, and quite hyper. Well...he did used to sort of like me. And Harry never liked Colin much, how would it feel to find out that he's whom Harry lost me too.

Assuring myself that this was the right thing to do, I began to stand up, only to see from a better view that Colin was snogging (right in front of all the professors - had he no shame!?) Sharon, a sixth year whom was one of the girls in my dormitory!

Honestly! Was everyone paired up except me?

Oh, that's it! Next guy to walk behind me is the one, and I'm going to tackle him in the hallway and make him play my boyfriend. I nodded. Suddenly I heard movement behind me, grinned, and promptly turned around.

A sixth year. Hufflepuff. Girl.

Perhaps not. I sighed, and added more pumpkin juice to my goblet. A few minutes later I heard the shuffling of feet from behind me.  Slowly, tossing my hair in hopes that if it was a guy this time, I would catch his attention and easily draw him in. I turned around, coming face to face with...

Ron.

"Okay..." I muttered with difficulty.

Obviously not.

Disgruntled, I turned back to my chicken. Perhaps that could be my pretend boyfriend. I laughed in spite of myself at the thought of Harry getting passionately envious over chicken. From far off I heard approaching footsteps. This time I didn't leisurely turn my head - I just whipped it around preparing myself for some measly first year nerdy guy.

My eyes settled on the person's shoes. Men's shoes. My eyes traveled up the robes, and I noticed that even through his uniform I could tell he was very well built. My eyes then settled on the green and silver tie.

"Oh best get it over with," I mumbled in undertone, as my worst fears were confirmed.

Draco Malfoy.

"What're you lookin' at Weasley?" He snarled, walking past me.

An evil grin spread across my face as the person I had so easily tossed aside, walked away. Who would Harry get jealous over more than his archenemy? But not just that. Malfoy was...handsome.  Definitely the best-looking Slytherin, and most likely one of the best looking seventh years in Hogwarts. I bit my lip to suppress my widening smile.

What was I lookin' at? The perfect plan.

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Dear Malfoy,

DEAR?!  Who was I kidding? Malfoy was anything but a dear! I crumpled up my parchment and threw it into the wastebasket.  Ripping off a new piece of parchment, I started over.

Draco,

I stared down at the one word. I'd never called him Draco in my entire life.  It sounded weird coming out of my mouth, and looked even worse on parchment.  He was going to know straight away that something was up! I sighed, and bunched that piece carefully, making sure not to make too much noise so I wouldn't wake up my roommates. I chose midnight to write my letter to Malfoy, so no one could get suspicious. I had tried writing it down in the common room, but Harry was down there, and I chickened out, running halfway down the stairs then halfway back up.  He had just been staring at the dying fire.  I shook the picture from my head, and tossed my most recent parchment, tearing off another piece.

Malfoy,

I bit at the end of my quill. I was going to have to beg. This wasn't going to be pretty.

*For one second, please pretend like you don't hate me, and that you actually care what I have to say. I...*

I swallowed my pride, forcing my hand across the paper.

*I need your help...*

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"Ginny, where are you off to in such a hurry?" Hermione asked me, as I swallowed the last bit of my breakfast with difficulty, and got up from the table.

"Last minute homework," I muttered, eager to get away so she wouldn't see the lie all over my face. "Later, Hermione!" I said, ignoring her disapproving stare.

It wasn't like I had really forgotten to do my homework, anyways, I told myself, as my insides churned with guilt as I sped through the hallways to the Gryffindor Tower. That would make her happy. Oh, who was I kidding? Hermione would care more that I was lying, than not doing my homework. But for some reason I couldn't bring myself to tell her that I was rushing up to my dorm to see if Malfoy's response came yet.  I had told him to make sure his owl didn't come with the morning post, so no one would get suspicious seeing his eagle owl deliver me a letter.  And so Ron wouldn't snatch it away from me. I knew it was Hermione who had given me the idea of getting another guy...I just knew Malfoy wasn't exactly who she had in mind.

"Puckish pixie!" I snapped hurriedly when I reached Fat Lady. I couldn't let any of my room mates get up to the dorm before me.  They would surely open Malfoy's letter. Or at least ask me a million questions about it.

"Why such a rush, doll?" She asked thickly through a mouthful of toast, swinging forward.

I rushed inside, and sped up the stairs to the sixth year dorms.  There, on my bed, was a brown eagle, with a letter clamped tightly in his beak.

My mouth dropped open.  He had actually responded! And quick, at that! Malfoy must have been up when I sent him that letter. I bit my lip almost scared of what it contained.

I sat down on my bed, and gave his eagle owl a little pat on the head, which in return gave me a small gash on the pad of my index finger.

Still cursing the stupid bird off (only a bird like that could've been a Malfoy bird) I unfolded the parchment.

Mini Weasel,

I glared at how I was addressed in the letter, but read on nonetheless:

Wonder Boy's got a little lover now, eh? Chang?  She was the hot one from Ravenclaw, right? As much as I'd love to ruin Potter's fun - what makes you think this little scheme's gonna work? Hate it to say it Weasley but compared to Chang you're not lookin' too good down there.  Ever think that maybe Potter's got the hots for her and nothin' for you? And what's in it for me? Thanks but no thanks, I don't fancy getting beat up by six Weasley brothers.

Draco.

I crumpled up the letter swiftly, and chucked it into the merrily crackling fireplace feeling satisfaction as I watched Malfoy's writing slowly getting devoured. I needed to persuade him.  I needed more of a plan.  I needed...bribery.

The fact that I had no idea what to bribe him with was quickly set-aside in my mind. It was a small detail.  Right now I just

thought of all the things I could do to Malfoy once I had what he needed.

I bit my lip. What was one thing Malfoys' valued most? More than money, more than their manor, more than...

I sat up in my chair, the corners of my mouth twinging into an evil grin.

The thing Malfoys' valued the most, was the name Malfoy itself.

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A/N2: Well, there's chapter 2!  I think I got it out fairly fast, and I hope you like it!  Thank you all for your reviews on my first chapter – I get so nervous when I start a story, that no one will like it! Please review this chapter as well!

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