Disclaimer: Harry Potter is from the creative genius that is 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. =======================================================================
As soon as Draco and Blaise entered the common room, everyone scattered. The murderous look in Draco's eyes were enough to scare everyone away save Crabbe and Goyle, who fidgeted, but stayed put. Draco shoved Blaise into a corner.
"Crabbe, Goyle," Draco barked. "Stand guard."
The two nodded and moved in front of Draco and Blaise, blocking them from anyone whom might happen to wander back into the common room. Draco summoned a chair and threw it toward Blaise.
"Sit," he commanded.
Blaise cautiously sat down. He had never seen Draco this riled up before. It was quite unnerving. Blaise watched as Draco cast a silencing charm around the two of them.
"All right," Draco snapped placing his hands on the chair arms. "This is what we're going to do. You are going to tell me everything you know about Ginny Weasley. If you say something uninformative or get off the subject, I'll send a scorching charm you way, understand?"
Blaise nodded as Draco stood up and glared down at him.
"Ginny Weasley," Blaise said his throat suddenly very dry. "Youngest of seven children. A fifth year. She's good in charms and transfiguration. Pretty decent in potions for a Gryff. Great in DADA. Known for her bat- bogey hex, which you are well aware of -"
A scorching charm nearly missed Blaise's left ear.
"It's the truth!" he said nervously.
"What are her flaws? Weaknesses?" Draco snarled.
"She's not too good at herbology, but Longbottom helps her. In fact, he's in love with her. She just doesn't see it. Then again, she can't tell that half the Gryffs and a lot of the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs have a thing for her either. Hell, there are even a couple of Slytherins."
"You included?" Draco smirked.
"I couldn't handle her," Blaise replied honestly. "First time we got into an argument she'd rip me into shreds."
"Scared of a Gryff?"
"You are too."
Blaise ducked to avoid another scorching charm.
"Get this straight," Draco growled. "I am not scared of a little silly red- headed little girl."
"Whatever you say," Blaise said nonbelievingly.
"Who are the Slytherins you mentioned?"
"Goyle for one."
Draco started to chuckle. Taking down the silencing charm, he motioned for Goyle to come closer. The boy walked nervously toward them. When he was close enough, Draco cast a silencing spell again.
Visibly frightened, Goyle stood against the wall between Blaise and Draco. Draco continued to stare at Blaise, but addressed Goyle.
"Goyle, we're going to play a little game. I'll say a name and you say the first word that comes into your mind. Professor Snape."
"P-potions," Goyle stuttered nervously.
"Good Goyle. Draco Malfoy."
"Y-you."
"Harry Potter."
"Scar."
"Ginny Weasley."
"Beautiful."
Draco's head snapped around to look at Goyle. Suddenly aware of what he said, Goyle started to mutter an excuse, "I mean, er -"
"Explain to me EXACTLY why that specific word came to mind Goyle," snapped Draco.
"Well er, I meant," Goyle said struggling to find the words.
"I would think that even a dim-witted moron like you wouldn't even find a silly looking orange-haired child like her pretty, but I guessed I underestimated you lack of intelligence," snarled Draco, before turning back to Blaise.
"Sh-she's not silly-looking or orange-haired," Goyle said hesitantly, yet defiantly.
Draco's eyes narrowed as he turned back to Goyle. Blaise smirked as he watched, happy that he was no longer under Draco's glare.
"WHAT did you just say?" he growled.
"She is pretty," Goyle mumbled.
"Fine. Be that way Goyle," Draco fumed, then grinning sinisterly he added. "What makes you even think she knows you exist?"
"Sh-she remembered my birthday."
"What?"
"Fourth-year everyone was busy talking about the tournament," Goyle explained with a daydreaming look in his eyes. "Mum and dad were vacationing somewhere and I hadn't gotten a single cake. I was talking to myself about it I guess, and she heard me. She gave me a cauldron cake with a candle on it. 'Happy Birthday Greg,' she told me. I didn't even know she knew my name. It was a delicious cake."
"Of all the idiotic," Draco began rolling his eyes. Suddenly he remembered something. "Wait. She called you Greg?"
"Uh-huh."
Blaise cringed. A vein at the back of Draco's neck started to bulge. That was never a good sign. Blaise motioned for Goyle to move quickly as Draco brought up his wand. Goyle moved, but not quick enough a scorching charm struck part of his backside. Running, Goyle exited the common room and made his way to the hospital wing. Crabbe looked back nervously at Blaise and Draco, hoping he wouldn't become Draco's next target.
"She'll call that idiot his first name, but will only refer to me as Malfoy," he snarled under his breath, before turning to Blaise and pointing his wand. "I am growing tired of this. I want crucial information now, or I will start using unforgivables."
Blaise gulped.
"She was at the ministry last year with the golden trio, Longbottom and Looney."
"I know that," Draco said raising his wand to strike.
"Longbottom!" Blaise said quickly.
"What about him?" Draco growled, lowering his wand.
"I was in the hospital wing for detention after they came back from the ministry. He talks in his sleep. He was thrashing about like mad talking about how the Death Eaters wanted to kill Ginny at first. They way it sounded they wanted to kill her first and not Potter."
"Interesting," Draco said calmly, pocketing his wand.
Blaise relaxed a little, not much, but enough. If he told Draco his theory behind Ginny Weasley maybe Draco would let him go, or at least live long enough to see supper.
"Isn't it though?" Blaise asked. "Considering the Chamber of Secrets."
"I almost forgot about that. No one knows what happened down there excepted Potty and Weasel. I doubt they would tell us."
"Don't you think it's curious though?"
"What's curious?"
Blaise gulped. It was now or never. "That the heir of Slytherin took her down to the chamber. 'Her skeleton will lie in the chamber forever,' ring any bells? Someone tried to do her in then. Now, instead of getting Potter out of the way, Death Eaters try to kill her first. It's almost like she's more of a threat than Potter to the Dark Lord."
Draco chuckled. "Her a threat?"
"Either that or the Dark Lord's in love with her too. He thinks if he can't get her no one will," Blaise said hesitantly.
Draco actually laughed aloud. "The fact that you think she's a threat is just hilarious," Draco said laughing, "But this is too much."
"Well, you've seen her. She's a Gryff with a Slytherin mind. Without realizing it, she got Goyle to stand up to you, for a second anyway. I don't think there's anything she's not capable of. I can honestly say there's no one like her," Blaise said defensively.
Draco stopped laughing and contemplated Blaise's words. "You're right about that at least. What about Potter?"
"What about him?" Blaise asked confused. "He's an idiot. She gave up on him. I think anyway. I mean she's dated a Ravenclaw and other Gryffs. I don't even think he knows she exists unless he needs a cunning witch when Granger isn't around. Of course, he notices her if he sees her doing something he doesn't like. She's been biting her tongue around him for years. One of these days she's going to blow up on him. "
"Very interesting," Draco said, before turning to Blaise. "Get out of my sight."
The dark-haired Slytherin nodded and raced up stairs to his dorm. Draco sat down on the chair, where Blaise was sitting. Crabbe looked nervously at him. Draco motioned for him to leave.
Seeing Ginny blow up at Potter might just put a crack in the dream team, Draco thought. If the only time Potty noticed her is when she did something he didn't like, that added possibilities. Perhaps, Draco thought, he could rearrange the facts of the prefect's bath incident. That would surely get Potter's goat, and when he confronted Ginny BAM. Automatic blow up. Perhaps everyone would believe Draco's version, thus eliminating Ginny blackmailing him. This could work.
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As soon as Draco and Blaise entered the common room, everyone scattered. The murderous look in Draco's eyes were enough to scare everyone away save Crabbe and Goyle, who fidgeted, but stayed put. Draco shoved Blaise into a corner.
"Crabbe, Goyle," Draco barked. "Stand guard."
The two nodded and moved in front of Draco and Blaise, blocking them from anyone whom might happen to wander back into the common room. Draco summoned a chair and threw it toward Blaise.
"Sit," he commanded.
Blaise cautiously sat down. He had never seen Draco this riled up before. It was quite unnerving. Blaise watched as Draco cast a silencing charm around the two of them.
"All right," Draco snapped placing his hands on the chair arms. "This is what we're going to do. You are going to tell me everything you know about Ginny Weasley. If you say something uninformative or get off the subject, I'll send a scorching charm you way, understand?"
Blaise nodded as Draco stood up and glared down at him.
"Ginny Weasley," Blaise said his throat suddenly very dry. "Youngest of seven children. A fifth year. She's good in charms and transfiguration. Pretty decent in potions for a Gryff. Great in DADA. Known for her bat- bogey hex, which you are well aware of -"
A scorching charm nearly missed Blaise's left ear.
"It's the truth!" he said nervously.
"What are her flaws? Weaknesses?" Draco snarled.
"She's not too good at herbology, but Longbottom helps her. In fact, he's in love with her. She just doesn't see it. Then again, she can't tell that half the Gryffs and a lot of the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs have a thing for her either. Hell, there are even a couple of Slytherins."
"You included?" Draco smirked.
"I couldn't handle her," Blaise replied honestly. "First time we got into an argument she'd rip me into shreds."
"Scared of a Gryff?"
"You are too."
Blaise ducked to avoid another scorching charm.
"Get this straight," Draco growled. "I am not scared of a little silly red- headed little girl."
"Whatever you say," Blaise said nonbelievingly.
"Who are the Slytherins you mentioned?"
"Goyle for one."
Draco started to chuckle. Taking down the silencing charm, he motioned for Goyle to come closer. The boy walked nervously toward them. When he was close enough, Draco cast a silencing spell again.
Visibly frightened, Goyle stood against the wall between Blaise and Draco. Draco continued to stare at Blaise, but addressed Goyle.
"Goyle, we're going to play a little game. I'll say a name and you say the first word that comes into your mind. Professor Snape."
"P-potions," Goyle stuttered nervously.
"Good Goyle. Draco Malfoy."
"Y-you."
"Harry Potter."
"Scar."
"Ginny Weasley."
"Beautiful."
Draco's head snapped around to look at Goyle. Suddenly aware of what he said, Goyle started to mutter an excuse, "I mean, er -"
"Explain to me EXACTLY why that specific word came to mind Goyle," snapped Draco.
"Well er, I meant," Goyle said struggling to find the words.
"I would think that even a dim-witted moron like you wouldn't even find a silly looking orange-haired child like her pretty, but I guessed I underestimated you lack of intelligence," snarled Draco, before turning back to Blaise.
"Sh-she's not silly-looking or orange-haired," Goyle said hesitantly, yet defiantly.
Draco's eyes narrowed as he turned back to Goyle. Blaise smirked as he watched, happy that he was no longer under Draco's glare.
"WHAT did you just say?" he growled.
"She is pretty," Goyle mumbled.
"Fine. Be that way Goyle," Draco fumed, then grinning sinisterly he added. "What makes you even think she knows you exist?"
"Sh-she remembered my birthday."
"What?"
"Fourth-year everyone was busy talking about the tournament," Goyle explained with a daydreaming look in his eyes. "Mum and dad were vacationing somewhere and I hadn't gotten a single cake. I was talking to myself about it I guess, and she heard me. She gave me a cauldron cake with a candle on it. 'Happy Birthday Greg,' she told me. I didn't even know she knew my name. It was a delicious cake."
"Of all the idiotic," Draco began rolling his eyes. Suddenly he remembered something. "Wait. She called you Greg?"
"Uh-huh."
Blaise cringed. A vein at the back of Draco's neck started to bulge. That was never a good sign. Blaise motioned for Goyle to move quickly as Draco brought up his wand. Goyle moved, but not quick enough a scorching charm struck part of his backside. Running, Goyle exited the common room and made his way to the hospital wing. Crabbe looked back nervously at Blaise and Draco, hoping he wouldn't become Draco's next target.
"She'll call that idiot his first name, but will only refer to me as Malfoy," he snarled under his breath, before turning to Blaise and pointing his wand. "I am growing tired of this. I want crucial information now, or I will start using unforgivables."
Blaise gulped.
"She was at the ministry last year with the golden trio, Longbottom and Looney."
"I know that," Draco said raising his wand to strike.
"Longbottom!" Blaise said quickly.
"What about him?" Draco growled, lowering his wand.
"I was in the hospital wing for detention after they came back from the ministry. He talks in his sleep. He was thrashing about like mad talking about how the Death Eaters wanted to kill Ginny at first. They way it sounded they wanted to kill her first and not Potter."
"Interesting," Draco said calmly, pocketing his wand.
Blaise relaxed a little, not much, but enough. If he told Draco his theory behind Ginny Weasley maybe Draco would let him go, or at least live long enough to see supper.
"Isn't it though?" Blaise asked. "Considering the Chamber of Secrets."
"I almost forgot about that. No one knows what happened down there excepted Potty and Weasel. I doubt they would tell us."
"Don't you think it's curious though?"
"What's curious?"
Blaise gulped. It was now or never. "That the heir of Slytherin took her down to the chamber. 'Her skeleton will lie in the chamber forever,' ring any bells? Someone tried to do her in then. Now, instead of getting Potter out of the way, Death Eaters try to kill her first. It's almost like she's more of a threat than Potter to the Dark Lord."
Draco chuckled. "Her a threat?"
"Either that or the Dark Lord's in love with her too. He thinks if he can't get her no one will," Blaise said hesitantly.
Draco actually laughed aloud. "The fact that you think she's a threat is just hilarious," Draco said laughing, "But this is too much."
"Well, you've seen her. She's a Gryff with a Slytherin mind. Without realizing it, she got Goyle to stand up to you, for a second anyway. I don't think there's anything she's not capable of. I can honestly say there's no one like her," Blaise said defensively.
Draco stopped laughing and contemplated Blaise's words. "You're right about that at least. What about Potter?"
"What about him?" Blaise asked confused. "He's an idiot. She gave up on him. I think anyway. I mean she's dated a Ravenclaw and other Gryffs. I don't even think he knows she exists unless he needs a cunning witch when Granger isn't around. Of course, he notices her if he sees her doing something he doesn't like. She's been biting her tongue around him for years. One of these days she's going to blow up on him. "
"Very interesting," Draco said, before turning to Blaise. "Get out of my sight."
The dark-haired Slytherin nodded and raced up stairs to his dorm. Draco sat down on the chair, where Blaise was sitting. Crabbe looked nervously at him. Draco motioned for him to leave.
Seeing Ginny blow up at Potter might just put a crack in the dream team, Draco thought. If the only time Potty noticed her is when she did something he didn't like, that added possibilities. Perhaps, Draco thought, he could rearrange the facts of the prefect's bath incident. That would surely get Potter's goat, and when he confronted Ginny BAM. Automatic blow up. Perhaps everyone would believe Draco's version, thus eliminating Ginny blackmailing him. This could work.
