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A/N- This is my fist fic. Please be gentle. I hope you like it and I will try to update often. Enjoy!!

Ginny Weasley was as happy as ever. She finally had Harry and her family had gained a rather large inheritance from an unknown great-uncle. She looked at herself in the mirror. She had changed over the past two years. She was no longer lean and lanky. Ginny was now 5'7 with curves in all the right places.
She went to the Great Hall for breakfast. She never sat with the other sixth years, but instead, she sat with Harry. All of her problems disappeared when she was with him. Harry had finally noticed Ginny last year. It took a couple of months to gather his courage to ask her out but when it happened it was the greatest moment of Ginny's life. She had her man at last.
"Hey babe," Ginny said as she took the seat next to her beau.
"Hi gorgeous," Harry replied in between bites of toast.
Next to them, Ron and Hermione talked about classes while gazing dreamily at each other. They had also started going out a year ago, but before Ginny and Harry had. You can find them almost anywhere snogging each other senseless.
"Ginny, I need to talk to you tonight so meet me in the Common Room after practice. Ok?" Harry asked frowning.
"Sure," replied a very concerned Ginny. * I wonder what he wants to talk about. It can't be good judging by the look on his face. *
Ginny was worried through all of her classes. She had lost at least 30 points for her house from Snape. She wandered back to the Common Room as slowly as possible from the library where she had been studying. When she arrived at the portrait of the Fat Lady she whispered the password and hesitantly entered the Common Room. Harry was there waiting.
"Ginny....I-I don't know where to start," stammered Harry
"How about the beginning?" Ginny supplied.
"Ok. The beginning. Bloody hell! I'll just come out with it! I'm not in love with you anymore. You're just too plain. I want adventure. That's why I have been having an affair with Cho."
"You heartless BASTARD! You made me think that you loved me. Why the hell didn't you just break up with me when I got too boring and then go out with Cho? I used to think that you were the greatest thing on two legs but now I know that it was all a bunch of bullshit! You're worse than Malfoy. You can just die and go to hell for all I care."
With this being said, Ginny stormed off through the halls of Hogwarts with hot tears streaming down her cheeks. She made no move to hide it; she just wanted to get away as quickly as possible. She walked down to the Quidditch pitch as quickly as possible and sat on one of the benches not knowing who was above her.

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Draco Malfoy always flew at night. He used to do it as a release of anger, but know with both Voldemort and Lucius dead he had nothing to be angry about. Well, except Harry. So he now rode out of habit. He had been glad when his father died. Draco had hated his father more than anything. He felt no sorrow, only freedom. Freedom from the abuse and the many threats. Draco did not want to be a Death Eater and basically sell his soul to the Devil...or in this case Voldemort. He still wore the mask of arrogance at school but in reality he had changed emotionally. He was no longer a slave. He was his own person. He could do whatever he wanted and Lucius couldn't do a thing about it. He still hated Potter, that would never change, but he looked on other people through a whole new perspective.
After fifteen minutes of flying Draco saw someone go into the stands. He quietly moved closer to find out who it was. He was five feet away from her when he noticed her flaming hair.* Interesting. Little Weasley is here crying. No doubt over Potter. I wonder what that arrogant git did to her. Maybe I should find out. This one could be good. *
Draco noticed that she was mumbling words such as "ignorant prick", "asswipe", and something about wasting her time under her breath.
"What's wrong Weasle? Wasn't Potter good tonight?" Draco asked with that trademark smirk playing on his lips.
Ginny was astonished to see Malfoy there but that feeling was quickly replaced with one of pure anger.
"Don't you dare talk about Harry, ferret!" Ginny retorted.
"Oh. So you weren't calling him an 'ignorant prick' a second ago?"
"So what if I was?" Ginny had started crying again and Draco knew she would break down and tell him soon.
"H-H-He ch-cheated on me!" Ginny blurted out between sobs.
* Damn!* Draco thought * He really is an ignorant prick. Why would you cheat on Ginny? She's beautiful. OH MY GOD DID I JUST SAY THAT!! STOP IT! I may have changed but that doesn't mean I go around consoling muggle-loving Weasleys. Maybe I can use her to annoy Potter. Yes, that would be nice. Hmm, annoying him and possibly getting laid at the same time. Sweet! Ok go in for the kill. *
"Why would he do that?" Draco asked.
"He said I was too plain for him so now he's screwing Cho," Ginny explained while trying to calm down.
"So what are you going to do about it?"
"I don't know. I have no way of getting revenge."
"You may not but I do."
"What? Tell me please. I'll do anything."
"Anything?" Draco said raising an eyebrow.
"Well not anything. Mostly anything."
"Nice offer but what could I want from you?"
"I heard that your not doing so well in you Care of Magical Creatures class."
"How did you hear that?!"
"I have my ways."
"You should have been in Slytherin."
"Everyone says that."
"So you'll help me with that if I help you get revenge?"
"Yeppers. So what's your plan?"
"What would Harry hate seeing you do the most?"
"Ummm. Going out with you? WAIT! WHAT? Is that you plan?"
"Well yeah but if you're gonna act like that I won't help you," Draco stated starting to rise.
"No. Stop. Don't go. I'm sorry. I was just suprised. Will you please help me get revenge on Harry, Draco?"
"Fine. Meet here tomorrow after lunch."
"Ok. Bye."
"Yeah. Bye."
Draco left Ginny standing there dumbfounded. Did I just do what I think I did? Oh boy. This is definately going to be interesting. With these last thoughts Ginny left the pitch for her dorm.