Disclaimer: Harry Potter is from the creative genius of J.K. Rowling. I am
not her. This is merely a fan fiction to tide us over until Book 6.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews. This chapter should have a few laughs. Malfoy has no idea what he's up against. =====================================================================
Ginny Weasley was not in a good mood.
Homework for OWLS seemed to be stacking up, making her lose sleep and thus a tad bit cranky. Then of course, Ron had to make a "the time of the month" joke out of it. Furious, she had tried a variation of eat slugs, i.e. eat spiders, which send him flying around the common room in hysterics.
That set Harry off.
"Why don't you just grow up!" he yelled at her in front of the entire common room. "Stop playing childish pranks. There are more important things going on and if you can't even act halfway intelligent I suggest you leave and don't come back."
Ginny had managed to hold back her tears and temper. Grabbing her homework, she left the common room without saying a word.
That's how she ended up in the library, trying to sort through and make some heads or tails out of her assignments. She had been there more than two hours when a shadow fell across the page Ginny was trying to read. That shadow was distinct enough that she knew whom it was without looking up.
"What do you want Blaise?"
"Who said I asked anything?" the Slytherin said casually.
"You're breathing - that tells me you want something," Ginny said sternly, still trying to read the page in her book.
"You wound me Madame," Blaise said in a mock hurt tone as he pulled a chair up beside her. "All right, maybe there is some bit of information I want from you."
"I'm not doing your transfiguration homework. I've got enough of my own thanks," she said uninterested as she turned the page.
"Surprisingly, that's not what I'm here for."
Sighing, Ginny looked up at the dark-haired Slytherin, "Then what is it?"
"I want to know what you did to get Draco's boxers in a bunch last night."
"What make you think it was me?" she asked innocently.
"Well, he was muttering like mad about and I quote 'How in the blazes did a Slytherin like her get into Gryffindor?' and "Who does that silly, flaming- hair bint think she's talking to like that?'"
"There are several red-heads in Gryffindor. What, Blaise dear, makes you think it was me?"
"Well you do act Slytherin-ish at times," he began hesitantly. He knew he did not want to be on the receiving end of Ginny's temper. "Not to mention, you're the only Gryff who seems willing to talk to us civilly."
"Hermione talks to you."
"Granger tolerates us -barely. Besides, I'm sure he was talking about that sharp tongue of yours. So what happened?"
"Can I just say he had it coming and let it go?"
"Was it about your family?" he asked curiously.
"No."
A confused Blaise looked at her as if she was mad. "No? That's what he gets your brothers with. Well, that and Granger."
"No, Malfoy doesn't really say anything about my family or Hermione to me."
"Then what was it?"
"Her precious Potter," cam a drawl from behind them. "Don't you have some place you have to be Blaise?"
The dark-haired Slytherin nodded hesitantly, shooting Ginny a warning glance before getting up and going to a nearby table.
Draco slid into the chair beside Ginny.
"Can I help you with something Malfoy?" she asked amused.
"Ginny, since you are blackmailing me, don't you think it appropriate to refer to me as Draco," he said seriously. His father had always told him when dealing with blackmail to make it personnel. It added guilt.
"I'm sorry I wasn't aware of the proper etiquette for blackmail Malfoy," she said turning back to her homework.
Draco growled under his breath.
"What do you want Ginny?" he whispered to her harshly. "What or how much will it take to make that bathroom incident go away?"
"I won/t be bought Malfoy."
"Damn it," Draco said pounding his fists on the table. "Just name it and call me Draco you little -"
"Ah, ah, ah," Ginny scolded, wagging her finger at Malfoy. From the other table, Malfoy heard Blaise snicker. He shot his fellow Slytherin a nasty glare before turning back to Ginny.
"I'll lay off Potter and Weasel," he bargained.
"Say anything around Harry in the mood he's in now, and he'll make short order of you, Malfoy," she said without looking up.
"Is it so hard for you to call me my given name?" he snapped.
"I only call my friends and a man who betrayed me - a mortal enemy if you will-by their first names," she said writing on her parchment.
"I'm not your enemy?" Draco asked, somewhat confused.
"Someone once said the opposite of love isn't hate. It's indifference," she said solemnly. "I am indifferent to you."
"You should be used to indifference," Draco smirked. "That's all your precious Potters shows toward you."
Ginny slammed down her quill. She had heard quite enough from both Harry and Draco for the night.
"All right you want me to forget about blackmailing you -here's what you have to do," she hissed. "Do you know the muggle play 'Something's A Foot?' It's got a song called 'I've Got a Tiny Little Dingy' in it. The song's about a boat, but it really doesn't sound like it. I want you to stand up on the Slytherin table during supper tomorrow and sing it loud. There are to be no silencing charms around you when you do it."
By this time, Blaise was rolling on the floor. He was laughing so hard tears were rolling down his eyes. It was a good thing the librarian wasn't around at the time.
Draco's eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared.
"You mean to humiliate me then," he said furiously.
"Merlin no," Ginny said calmly. "If I was going to truly humiliate you, I'd sell tickets to the event. Now if you excuse me I have work to do," she said turning back to her homework.
"I didn't know Gryffindors were capable of such malice."
"You have no idea what I am capable of," Ginny spat not even looking up.
Draco slammed his hand down on the page Ginny was reading. "How in the name of Salazar Slytherin, did a cunning, devious little witch like you get into Gryffindor?" he growled.
"Was that a compliment from the crown prince of Slytherin himself?" Ginny teased. "Now bugger off or I'll tell Merrium to go to Dumbledore."
Steaming, Draco got up from the table. Grabbing Blaise by the collar, he hauled the other Slytherin out of the library with him. Once outside he slammed Blaise against the wall and pointed his wand between Blaise's eyes.
"I will not be laughed at," Draco snarled. "Now the two of us are going to go back to the common room and you are going to tell me everything you know about Ginny Weasley."
A/N: Thanks for the reviews. This chapter should have a few laughs. Malfoy has no idea what he's up against. =====================================================================
Ginny Weasley was not in a good mood.
Homework for OWLS seemed to be stacking up, making her lose sleep and thus a tad bit cranky. Then of course, Ron had to make a "the time of the month" joke out of it. Furious, she had tried a variation of eat slugs, i.e. eat spiders, which send him flying around the common room in hysterics.
That set Harry off.
"Why don't you just grow up!" he yelled at her in front of the entire common room. "Stop playing childish pranks. There are more important things going on and if you can't even act halfway intelligent I suggest you leave and don't come back."
Ginny had managed to hold back her tears and temper. Grabbing her homework, she left the common room without saying a word.
That's how she ended up in the library, trying to sort through and make some heads or tails out of her assignments. She had been there more than two hours when a shadow fell across the page Ginny was trying to read. That shadow was distinct enough that she knew whom it was without looking up.
"What do you want Blaise?"
"Who said I asked anything?" the Slytherin said casually.
"You're breathing - that tells me you want something," Ginny said sternly, still trying to read the page in her book.
"You wound me Madame," Blaise said in a mock hurt tone as he pulled a chair up beside her. "All right, maybe there is some bit of information I want from you."
"I'm not doing your transfiguration homework. I've got enough of my own thanks," she said uninterested as she turned the page.
"Surprisingly, that's not what I'm here for."
Sighing, Ginny looked up at the dark-haired Slytherin, "Then what is it?"
"I want to know what you did to get Draco's boxers in a bunch last night."
"What make you think it was me?" she asked innocently.
"Well, he was muttering like mad about and I quote 'How in the blazes did a Slytherin like her get into Gryffindor?' and "Who does that silly, flaming- hair bint think she's talking to like that?'"
"There are several red-heads in Gryffindor. What, Blaise dear, makes you think it was me?"
"Well you do act Slytherin-ish at times," he began hesitantly. He knew he did not want to be on the receiving end of Ginny's temper. "Not to mention, you're the only Gryff who seems willing to talk to us civilly."
"Hermione talks to you."
"Granger tolerates us -barely. Besides, I'm sure he was talking about that sharp tongue of yours. So what happened?"
"Can I just say he had it coming and let it go?"
"Was it about your family?" he asked curiously.
"No."
A confused Blaise looked at her as if she was mad. "No? That's what he gets your brothers with. Well, that and Granger."
"No, Malfoy doesn't really say anything about my family or Hermione to me."
"Then what was it?"
"Her precious Potter," cam a drawl from behind them. "Don't you have some place you have to be Blaise?"
The dark-haired Slytherin nodded hesitantly, shooting Ginny a warning glance before getting up and going to a nearby table.
Draco slid into the chair beside Ginny.
"Can I help you with something Malfoy?" she asked amused.
"Ginny, since you are blackmailing me, don't you think it appropriate to refer to me as Draco," he said seriously. His father had always told him when dealing with blackmail to make it personnel. It added guilt.
"I'm sorry I wasn't aware of the proper etiquette for blackmail Malfoy," she said turning back to her homework.
Draco growled under his breath.
"What do you want Ginny?" he whispered to her harshly. "What or how much will it take to make that bathroom incident go away?"
"I won/t be bought Malfoy."
"Damn it," Draco said pounding his fists on the table. "Just name it and call me Draco you little -"
"Ah, ah, ah," Ginny scolded, wagging her finger at Malfoy. From the other table, Malfoy heard Blaise snicker. He shot his fellow Slytherin a nasty glare before turning back to Ginny.
"I'll lay off Potter and Weasel," he bargained.
"Say anything around Harry in the mood he's in now, and he'll make short order of you, Malfoy," she said without looking up.
"Is it so hard for you to call me my given name?" he snapped.
"I only call my friends and a man who betrayed me - a mortal enemy if you will-by their first names," she said writing on her parchment.
"I'm not your enemy?" Draco asked, somewhat confused.
"Someone once said the opposite of love isn't hate. It's indifference," she said solemnly. "I am indifferent to you."
"You should be used to indifference," Draco smirked. "That's all your precious Potters shows toward you."
Ginny slammed down her quill. She had heard quite enough from both Harry and Draco for the night.
"All right you want me to forget about blackmailing you -here's what you have to do," she hissed. "Do you know the muggle play 'Something's A Foot?' It's got a song called 'I've Got a Tiny Little Dingy' in it. The song's about a boat, but it really doesn't sound like it. I want you to stand up on the Slytherin table during supper tomorrow and sing it loud. There are to be no silencing charms around you when you do it."
By this time, Blaise was rolling on the floor. He was laughing so hard tears were rolling down his eyes. It was a good thing the librarian wasn't around at the time.
Draco's eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared.
"You mean to humiliate me then," he said furiously.
"Merlin no," Ginny said calmly. "If I was going to truly humiliate you, I'd sell tickets to the event. Now if you excuse me I have work to do," she said turning back to her homework.
"I didn't know Gryffindors were capable of such malice."
"You have no idea what I am capable of," Ginny spat not even looking up.
Draco slammed his hand down on the page Ginny was reading. "How in the name of Salazar Slytherin, did a cunning, devious little witch like you get into Gryffindor?" he growled.
"Was that a compliment from the crown prince of Slytherin himself?" Ginny teased. "Now bugger off or I'll tell Merrium to go to Dumbledore."
Steaming, Draco got up from the table. Grabbing Blaise by the collar, he hauled the other Slytherin out of the library with him. Once outside he slammed Blaise against the wall and pointed his wand between Blaise's eyes.
"I will not be laughed at," Draco snarled. "Now the two of us are going to go back to the common room and you are going to tell me everything you know about Ginny Weasley."
