Disclaimer: Harry Potter is from the creative genius that is J.K. Rowling. I am not her. This is merely a fanfiction to tide us over until book 6.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews. In this chapter, Ginny finally gets fed up. ======================================================================

Draco watched from the stands as the Gryffindor Quidditch team finished practice. They didn't go over any new moves or drills, so watching the practice really didn't give him much information about the team for when they played Slytherin. That wasn't his goal here anyway. No, his goal was to egg Potter on about Ginny. Potter, nitwit that he is, would probably ask Ginny is all Draco's story was true, then presto. A row between Potter and the Weasleys, at least Draco hoped.

Draco watched as the Gryffs went into their locker rooms to change. About five minutes later, Weasel came out and he and Granger walked back to the castle. Draco made sure there out of sight before he slipped into the boys side of the locker room.

Two boys, who looked like fourth-years, dropped their arm guards as he walked in. Looking down the hall, Draco saw Potter, just staring off into space.

"H-harry," one of the younger boys said nervously eyeing Malfoy.

"What Jack?" Harry turned to look at the younger boy. Upon seeing Draco not more than five feet away, Harry jumped up angry.

"What the hell are you doing here Malfoy!" Harry snapped outraged as he went for his wand.

"Calm down Potter, I just wanted to know what it felt like to lose your precious lap dog to a better man."

"What are you talking about Malfoy," Harry spat, wand at the ready.

"Why Ginny of course."

Harry lowered his wand, "What about Ginny?"

"I heard you were looking for her yesterday night. She was with me," Draco said smirking at Harry's stunned expression, "at least for part of the night, and Thursday we were in the prefect's bath together."

The two younger boys watched in astonishment at what was going on between the two sixth years. Anger coursed threw Harry's veins as Draco continued to gloat.

"You're lying scum," Harry spat, clinching his fists.

"Oh no," Draco taunted, moving closer. "She looks quite lovely in just a nightshirt - especially those hand-me-down ones that are faded thin and sit high on those lovely legs of hers. "In fact, I had her screaming before I left," smirked Draco.

Harry slammed Draco against the locker and pressed his lower arm against Draco's throat. Draco tried to reach for his wand, but lack of oxygen caused him to drop it on the floor.

"Jack," Harry growled to a younger boy in the room. "Go get Ginny. She still should be in the girls locker room."

The boy ran off as fast as he could. Harry turned back to Draco, staring him down. Harry pushed harder on Draco's throat, making it difficult for the Slytherin to breathe.

"If even one syllable of this is true," Harry hissed.

"Don't want to admit it Potty?" Draco taunted before Harry pressed harder against Draco's throat.

"Harry, what's -" came Ginny's voice in the locker room.

She was greeted by a strange sight. Harry was clad in only his Quidditch pants. He was almost holding Malfoy up by the throat using his lower arms. Malfoy was choking a little, and looked like he was taunting Harry.

"Ginny," Harry growled looking at Malfoy. "Malfoy was telling me that he saw you in your nightclothes the other night."

Draco looked at her through the corner of his eyes. Surely she wouldn't lie. That much was true. Ginny seemed to be turning a shade of red. She's embarrassed, Malfoy thought to himself smirking.

"Don't you even look at her," snapped Harry.

"Since WHEN has what I wear to bed been a topic for locker room talk?" Ginny asked harshly, he hand on her hips.

Draco actually saw Potter flinch at Ginny's tone. Interesting.

"He said he saw you in just a nightshirt," Harry said, still holding his lower arm a bit against Draco's neck.

"You ignorant prat!" Ginny's voice raised again. "That's all I ever wear to bed. Everyone in the Gryffindor common room has seen me in it!"

Clearly, Potter never noticed as he faltered. Looking at Jack and the other boy for confirmation, Harry lowered his arm as they confirmed Ginny's story. Draco was astounded. How could Potter possibly missed her in that outfit. He was a Slytherin for Salazaar's sake and he even saw how she looked in it.

"He said other things too," Harry said.

"I'm sure he did," Ginny said angrily. "And you're a bigger prat than he is if you believed any of it."

"But Ginny," Harry began, letting go of Draco. Draco inhaled deeply, leaning against the lockers for support while he caught his breath.

"No buts," Ginny snapped, the fire of her temper lighting up her eyes. "I thought you knew me better than that or maybe I just am wallpaper to you. Merlin, Harry, why is it the only time you notice me is when you think I'm doing something wrong or when you're acting like a moody git!"

Draco snickered at the situation. Ginny had called Potter a prat and a git all within 10 minutes. It was a dream come true.

"Don't you dare snicker at me Draco Malfoy!" Ginny bellowed at him. "I'll deal with you in a minute."

A horrible sense of foreboding hit Draco. He sat down on a bench and hoped that maybe Ginny would forget he was there.

"I never thought I'd live to see the day when you act like a bigger wanker than Malfoy," Ginny yelled at Harry.

"Now just a minute - " Harry began.

"Hey!" Draco protested.

"Shut up both of you!" Ginny screeched, sending both younger Gryffs running for covered.

"I have had it Harry," she said turning to him. "Last night was the last straw. Before I finally got to sleep after crying so hard I decided not to let you get to me any more. I'm not even sure we're friends anymore Harry. Friends don't treat each other like this. You're going to have to do something to make it up to me."

"Ginny, I'm sorry," said Harry apologetically, but his pleas fell on deaf ears as she turned her attention to Draco.

"And you," Ginny turned, her eyes full of fury. "If you think for one second this little stunt of yours is going to give you some advantage you are sadly mistaken. If you think me making you stand up and tell everyone you had a little -"

Draco's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he quickly cast a silencing charm around him and Ginny. Merlin, only knows what people would think if they heard the rest of her rant.

" - I will make that look like a walk in the park now," Ginny bellowed. "I bet you didn't know that I knew your Uncle Sirus? Did you know when we cleaned out his house I got to keep anything I wanted? Guess whose baby pictures I came across? Good thing I kept it just in case. Oh and a letter from your dear mum stating that she wanted to name you after Uncle LaVerne. Maybe instead of Malfoy, I'll call you LaVerne!"

Draco cringed. He hated the fact that his mother wanted to call him that. Good thing his father put his foot down at the time. Sweat began to form on Draco's brow. If Ginny knew that what else could she know?

"You have no idea what all information I have Malfoy," she hissed menacingly, almost reading his mind. "If you want to keep me quiet about any of this, you have to do something for me."

"What?"

"Be noble," she said smirking. "I'll give you one month. If you can be noble and good for those four weeks, I will forget about everything. Cross me again and you'll wish you were born a muggle."

"You wouldn't," he said unbelievingly.

"Watch me. Now take down this damn silencing charm. I'm leaving."

Draco did what he was told. And he and Harry were both flabbergasted as Ginny Weasley walked out of the locker room.

"And the both of you better pray I'm too tired to night to cast any shrinking charms or you both will be waking up missing some very personal 'family heirlooms,'" she warned before stalking off.