A/N: I got kind of tired of working on HGW for a little bit, I'll start again on Thursday. In the mean time, enjoy some good old fashioned Tiki Game!

The Tiki Game

Chapt. 5

Temper, Temper

Tom turned to Draco again. "My name is Tom Marvolo Riddle." He rearranged the words in the air to spell:

I am Lord Voldemort…

Draco stared in awe at the tall boy.

"Bugger… you're the future Voldy-wort… mort… vort…." Draco giggled at his own joke before staring at the ground again, noticing that little Miss Virgin Weasley was in a dead faint; sprawled out on a table.

"BUGGER!" He grabbed his wand out of his robes.

"Foolish boy, what are you going to do? Hex me?" Tom doubled over while clutching the table for support, cackling so loudly that he missed Draco's loud shout of…

"RIDDIKULIS!"

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Ginny… Ginny… Wake up! VIRGINIA ANNABEL WEASLEY!

"mhmh… coming mum… 5 more minutes…"

"Ginny, get the hell OFF of my lap."

"Draco? Is that you? You sound angry! Yay!" She giggled, thinking that she was dreaming.

"If you don't get off RIGHT NOW, I will tell the whole school about that incident with you and Mr. Finnegan in Snape's broom closet."

Ginny shot upwards, hitting her head accidently against Malfoy's.

"Weasley… merlin, that packs a punch." Malfoy rubbed his head, although Ginny was sure it was for show.

"Glad to know that I injured you Malfoy. Hit THAT hard by a little girl? I'm surprised…" Draco stopped rubbing his head.

"Shut. Up. Now, why is it You-Know-Who that you fear most?" Ginny's eyes widened; so it wasn't a dream…

"Well, no one really likes him that much… its just that… the diary…"

"Oh, THAT diary. My father told me a bit about it."

"Ah, goody. I'm enthralled. Can we check this off the list and then move on? See how much we can get done in one night?" Ginny hastily stood up and rubbed her eyes. Geez, she was tired.

"Fine Weasley, I want that money as much as you do," he rummaged through his robes. "Aha, here it is… WHOA!"

"WHAT? Dra… Malfoy, lemme see," she pulled the list away from him, leaning over the table. "Hmm, must be a magicked list, it automatically crossed off the task."

"Thank you for informing me, Weasel. Just, what's the next item?"

Ginny started to giggle, then laugh, and then her harmless giggle turned into a bout of maniacal laughter. Draco slowly backed away.

"Weasley… is anyone home in that skull of yours?" Still laughing, Ginny pushed the list into his face, as he read:

Task: Anger Ronald Weasley so much that he resorts to using physical violence.

In spite of himself, Draco started laughing too.

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"Alright," Draco said, "How are we going to accomplish this?"

"Well, I would wager that Ron wouldn't use physical violence against his only sister… but what if the sister was snogging his worst enemy?"

Draco's mouth hung wide open.

"Malferret, please reattach your jaw." He shut his mouth. "Thank you. Either way, you're going to get hurt. I think that's what Fred and George planned to happen…" she sighed.

"Well, wouldn't it go faster if it looked like I was harassing you?" Malfoy smirked as he leaned over the table.

"I suppose so, but then you might get in trouble with Dumbledore, being the old, dirty, bastard that he is."

"Watch that pottymouth of yours Weasley."

"Sorry, Mother."

Draco chose to ignore the mother comment.

"Wait, I have a plan…" she leaned in towards him, and whispered. Draco's eyebrows shot up.

"Well, I SUPPOSE we could give it a chance…"

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Draco had to admit; the youngest Weasley was a rather quick thinker. She had devised a brilliant plan, and the only thing that he was wondering, currently, was why she hadn't been sorted into Slytherin. They were having a lovely conversation on various hexes, when they heard a mewing noise.

"Weasel, what was that?"

"It sounded like… OH SHIT, RUN!"

They could hear the strains of "Now, Mrs. Norris, what do we have here? A couple of naughty, naughty students?"

"Merlin, that man has PROBLEMS."

"For once, Malfoy, I agree with you."

They were stuck in a dead end, but she suddenly saw a door to their left. She opened it hastily, and pulled him in. Ginny quickly shut the door, and leaned against it. Gods, that was close…

"Ginny…"

…they could have had house points taken…

"Ginny…"

…stupid Filch and his stupid cat…

"VIRGINIA!" he whispered harshly. Ginny brought her head up immediately, finding that their heads weren't so far apart.

"What do you want Malferret?" she asked softly, as she observed her surroundings. They were most likely in a broom closet, seeing as Draco was leaning against a tall cabinet, filled with various cleaning items. Ginny looked around, and then up, finding that her warm, chocolate eyes, were meeting a soft pair of gray ones. She realized that he was holding her left wrist against the door, almost in a pinning position.

"Draco… what are you doing?"

"What we both want, Virginia…" He slowly leaned in closer as she closed her eyes. Then she realized who was pinning her to the door. Mr. Draco Malfoy, who used girls for whatever his needs were. She couldn't kiss HIM! Her eyes popped open.

"MALFOY… I need to be… umm," her face flushed red, "Going. Yeah, that's the word. I have to… leave. Bye" Her eyes were filled with fear, as she pulled away, opened the door, and ran.

"Wait… Ginny…" Damn, Draco thought. He was an idiot. She got away.

Filch approached him. "Have you seen any students wandering around at this time of night?"

"Nope, not right now. I'll let you know."

"Keep up the good Head Boy work, Mr. Malfoy!"

"Yeah, okay Filch…" Draco slowly made his way down the hallway.

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Next Time: Piss off Ron day!

A/N: Sorry guys, I would have written more, but my Mum's being a bitch and making me get off. More in about a week!

NOTE: Yeah, beebopodiggity, I know I screwed up. Hehe. I changed it though, thanks for telling me!

~Ming