A/N: Due to a large amount of snow, my school was closed today!! *cheers* Meaning that  I used the snow as inspiration, and wrote chapter 3! I hope you all enjoy it, and I was very happy at the number of kind reviews I received for last chapter! Without my reviewers I'd be nowhere! Thanks a bunch, and read on!

Disclaimer: Too excited about this chapter to write one – see chapter one.

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"Just five more minutes," I mumbled to myself, "stay awake for five more minutes..." Having Professor Binns as my last class of the day really wasn't the greatest way to end my first day back at Hogwarts since Christmas break.  I was so tired, that I had to keep reminding myself that it was almost over.

I spent the entire class trying to figure out a way to blackmail Malfoy into being my 'plan' but I was coming up with zilch. I had to face it - I had nothing on him.

Originally I thought, that if I could find a way to ruin the name 'Malfoy' and all that it stands for, and threatened Draco with that, then he would surely agree to this boyfriend thing.  Except... I didn't actually have anything that would put shame to the name Malfoy.

I sighed, my eyes drooping to a close as my head lolled helplessly to the side.

A loud ringing snapped me back to attention. I joined my other classmates in whoops for joy as the end of the day bell rang noisily, and scattered out of the class, anxious to get away from the mind-numbing atmosphere.

I walked up to Gryffindor Tower, dropping off my books in my room, and headed out the portrait hole to roam the hallways.

It was overly crowded, as many stragglers were chatting it up with their friends, thankful that classes had ended.

I had to think. How could I find a way to blackmail Malfoy enough so that he would actually want to help me?

Spy on him?  I shook the thought of my head, as I pushed my way up the stairs, with no real idea of where I was going. Nah, it was too risky.

Without realizing it I stumbled into the out-of-order girls' bathroom on the second floor. I glanced around, shrugged, and hoisted myself up onto a sink.

"What could I possibly do?" I mumbled out-loud. "Maybe just make him think I know something..." I sat on this idea for a while throwing it around. "No..." I decided. "It'll never work."

I bit my lip, swinging my legs back and forth like a little girl, as I went over more strategies to use to blackmail Malfoy.

"I could always owl Fred and George for help... They always have the good dirt on people. I wonder if they know anything..." I sighed. "Ah, but then they'll want to know why I--" For a moment I thought I a heard a squeal of delight, from behind a stall door.

Oh no! I looked around.  What was I doing? Talking aloud to myself in a bathroom! Of course no one ever really came in here to begin with... Which could only mean one thing. I hopped off the sink.

"Myrtle?" I asked tentatively as to not set her off.

Through a closed stall, out whizzed the ghost of Moaning Myrtle. "Hello, Ginny," she said secretively.

"Is there... something you want?" I tried to sound as nice as possible, because one wrong word could bring Myrtle into a bout of tears.

"I heard you talking," she said in a squeaky voice.

"That's right," I nodded.

"About Draco Malfoy, were you?" She floated closer to me.

I wanted to tell her off for listening, but decided against it. "Yep." I fought the desire to move my hands in a 'get-to-the-point' motion.

"I have something on him." She swung her hands back in forth in a little girlish fashion.

My ears perked up. "Do you, now?"

She beamed down at me, and sped ever closer until we were nose to nose. I could feel the icy cold wafting from her. I moved a small step backwards, hoping she hadn't noticed, and she wouldn't think I was offending her. "I've just been dying to tell someone! I'm glad it's a Gryffindor, too! Would you like to know?"

I nodded eagerly.

Myrtle looked delighted. A most unusual mood for her. "Well," she began. "One night, I got very bored sitting here sobbing and moping, that I decided to go for my midnight stroll. I like to check up in different bathrooms around the school," she informed me.

I tried to ignore the thought of Myrtle just randomly floating out of a bathtub tap and spying on the person (or persons!) in it.

"This particular night, I must have ended up in the seventh year Slytherin bathroom." She grinned mischievously. "You're not going to believe what I saw Draco Malfoy doing..."

A wicked smile plastered my face as she proceeded to tell me.

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"Thanks, Myrtle!" I said sprinting out of the bathroom, feeling far more superior then when I had first entered.

I sped down the stairs, looking every which way for that spot of blond hair. Then, there he was. Looking...

Well, I wasn't going to get into how good he looked, because I had to keep my mind on the task at hand. I hid behind a wall, waiting for him to pass by. And then...

"Malfoy!" I said leaping out in front of him causing a near collision.

"WHAT THE-"

I placed a hand on his arm, to silence him.

And to be flirtatious.

He closed his mouth, opened it, then closed it again abruptly, looking down at my hand placed on his arm, then to me, then back to my hand on his arm giving me a look that could have froze fire.

I whipped my hand away from him quickly but stayed rooted to the spot.

"Weasley?"

"Yes?" I answered sweetly.

"Move or I'll walk through you," Malfoy spat.

I laughed nervously, but stayed put - every bone in my body shaking, as I knew that Malfoy had every intention doing just that. I had to get this out fast. "You have to help me."

Malfoy took a quick look around, making sure no one was watching him talking to a Gryffindor. And a Weasley. "Did you not get my owl?" His lips were barely moving, and I found it amusing how hard he tried to keep up his reputation.

"Oh, I got it. I just don't like what it contained."

"Deal with it," He said sidestepping me, and briskly walking away.

I stumbled forward to keep up with his rapid pace. "You're making a mistake, Malfoy," I said, sneaking a glance at him from the corner of my eye.

His features were hard. "Why's that?" He snapped. I was pretty sure he was simply walking for the hell of walking, with no particular destination in mind.

"Well," I said with ragged breath as Malfoy made a sharp turn to avoid being seen by a group of Slytherins. "Let's say I know something--"

"Know what?" He asked stopping suddenly in mid-turn.

I just managed to refrain from slamming face-first into a painting twittering fairies. I backtracked, and came face to face with an aggravated Malfoy. "Oh, just... something," I said dismissing it with a wave of my hand. "So say, I accidentally let this something slip out, due to..." I moved my hand in a thinking gesture. "Extreme misjudgment on your part," I snapped harshly.

"What?" The gray in his eyes was flickering. "What do you know?"

"Are you getting scared, Malfoy?" I was amazing myself at my boldness. But then again, I realized, I was one up on Malfoy.

"Tell me what you know," He growled.

"I know that you, Mr. Malfoy, like to take long luxurious baths, in which you wear a shower cap and sing a very well-known Muggle song." I smiled poisonously at Malfoy's horror-stricken face. "Rubber ducky, you're the one..." I chorused.

"How do you--"

"... You make bath time so much fun..."

"You won't - You --"

"... Rubber ducky I'm awfully fond of you!" I said dragging out the last note to a glorious finish. Malfoy's face was a ghostly white. I should have brought my camera.

"Who have you been speaking to?" He said through gritted teeth.

I smiled innocently. "Why, no one--"

"WEASLEY!" He barked.

"A certain ghost in a certain out-of-order--" I blurted.

"Myrtle? She said she wouldn't tell!"

"She didn't really appreciate you throwing the yellow ducky through her to get her to go away." I tutted at him. "She's just been dying to tell someone, though..." I shook my head. "Pity the whole school will know by tomorrow... Oh well," I sighed wistfully.

Malfoy looked like a cross between either wanting to punch the wall, or cry into it. The latter would have been quite amusing. "What do I have to do?"

I smiled broadly. "Pretend to be my boyfriend!"

Malfoy grumbled for a while, muttering inaudibly to himself. "This is blackmail, you know Weasel."

I grinned wickedly in response.

"Fine, I'll play your boyfriend so you can get Potter back," He spat out the name with disgust. "But don't expect speedy results, Weasley. I'll find it hard to make you out to be irresistible."

I rolled my eyes. He seemed to have regained his Malfoy composure. "Yeah, all right." I muttered, having liked the scared and vulnerable Malfoy much better. "Meet me here in this hallway, tonight before dinner. We'll go over the plan."

Malfoy looked sick, and turned away stalking off.

I sighed, beginning to depart as well.

It could have been worse.

'Worse' wasn't even going to cover what was soon to come.

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I stared at my watch, tapping my foot impatiently later in the day, as I stood in the same hallway where I had told Malfoy to meet me.

I really should have said a more specific time than 'before dinner'. I leaned up against the wall, half feeling like kicking myself for getting involved with this plan and half feeling like I should be patting myself on the back.

"Hope I didn't keep you waiting," Malfoy sneered.

I straightened up. "Not at all," I said sarcastically. He looked me up and down, almost as though he were giving me the once-over. It was very curious.

 "So," I began.

"So what?"

I had the mad desire to slap him, but held back. "Here's the plan, okay?"

"Yeah, okay," Malfoy muttered, sounding barely interested.

"When we walk into the Great Hall, you have to hold my hand," I said without preamble. I waited for Malfoy's objection, but to my surprise it never came. "And - um- "

Why hadn't I planned this out more?! I had designed my retorts out so nicely, that I was hardly prepared for him to not make snide remarks.

"I don't reckon you should sit with me at the Gryffindor table, because well - you might get hurt," I said bluntly. Malfoy snorted. "So I'll sit with you and the Slytherins."

"What makes you think you won't get hurt by them?"

The color drained from my face. They couldn't do that, could they?

Malfoy chuckled. "Relax, Weasley, I'll protect you." His voice was mocking, and I also noticed his eyes darting around dark shadows.

I lifted an eyebrow, but went on nonetheless. "All right," I said huffily. "So I guess, that's that." I stared at my watch once more. "Dinner's in fifteen minutes, we'll see how that goes, and then discuss our next public display..." I trailed off.

Malfoy was still looking around very obviously.

"There's no one here, Malfoy!" I said. "No one sees you talking to me. I don't know why it matters - you'll have to be seen with me when we walk into the Great Hall for dinner."

He didn't look as horrified, as I thought he would. "I was just certain that you had brought the Dream Team with you."

"Why would I do that? I told you, this is to get back at Harry."

"I just figured you'd bring Weasley and Granger, to make sure I don't 'harm' you." He smirked.

"They don't know about this."

He raised an eyebrow. "They don't? Why I thought that questioning Myrtle would surely have been a plan of the mudbl-"

"Watch your mouth, Malfoy!" I snapped.

He had an extreme change of expression. "Can't," He grinned, smugly.  "I'm too busy watching yours."

I made a disgusted noise in the back of my throat, and his grin only grew wider.

"Acting like I'm irresistible doesn't seem too hard to you, does it, now?" I snarled.

"You're lucky Weasel," Malfoy said, "That you didn't get the same phenotypic* genes as your brothers.  They wince when looking in the mirror."

After not even a few minutes of pretending to go out with Malfoy, I had already discovered that he has a strange way of giving compliments.

"Do we get to kiss?" He spontaneously questioned.

"Do we what?"

"Listen, Weasley--" I could tell he enjoyed this. "--If you want to get Potter back, then you're going to have to make us look believable. Or do you expect him to get wildly jealous over our steamy display of hand-holding?"

I grunted in response.

"Speaking troll, are we?"

"Draco-"

"First-name basis, now, I see," He commented with a satisfied smile.

Steam was coming from my ears.

"Fine." My hands were clenched, my teeth were gritted, my eyes were blazing, and in my mind I was screaming curses at him to no avail.

"Fine, what?"

"Fine I'll... I'll... kiss you," I finished quickly and inaudibly.

"Didn't catch that last part, sorry."

"I'll... kiss you."

He grinned pleasantly. "What?"

"I'LL KISS YOU!" I yelled, my face burning from anger.

A group of gossiping third year Hufflepuff girls who were in a corner, stared avidly in our direction, obviously looking for a new topic to discuss.

"CLEAR OFF!" I snapped. All four of them jumped up in surprise, dropped their books, and scrambled off in different directions.

Malfoy was laughing, and I shot him a death glare. "This is more fun than I thought it would be," He said wiping a fake tear from his eye. "I'll see you at dinner, Ginny." And he walked off, still chuckling to himself.

Stupid git.

Had I not been blowing fire out of my nose at that moment, I may have noticed that he had called me by my first name.

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* phenotype genes are the genes that control how you look.

A/N: *giggles* Writing Malfoy is fun! Okay, please don't yell at the way I portray him, because in my eyes that's how I see him. Suddenly realizing that Ginny's actually pretty, and that this could be fun. Malfoy's an interesting character. Anyways tell me how you liked that chapter! Please review!

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