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. Draco is just getting a small taste of what Ginny Weasley can do. ===========================================================================
For two weeks, Ginny Weasley had been driving Draco Malfoy completely and utterly mad.
It started the night after Ginny had blown up at both him and Potter in the locker room. In the middle of the night, he swore he saw Ginny, laughing and smirking evilly, at the foot of his bed. His mind raced back to the last thing she said to him - about him losing a 'personal' family heirloom. He woke up screaming blood murder.
She had been an eerie frequent visitor to his dreams since then. To make maters worse, when he was awake she was suddenly everywhere, MAKING him act noble.
That first Monday, some first-year Hufflepuff had asked him for help finding the astronomy room. Draco sneered at him and was about to deliver a wide range of insults when a flash of red caught the corner of his eye.
"Oh LaVerne," echoed a sweet voice.
Draco's eyes grew wide. Thankfully, there were lots of people in the hall at the time, so no one noticed that was directed toward him. Swearing under his breath, Draco gave the first year the directions. When he turned toward Ginny, she just grinned smugly and took off.
Later that week a second-year Ravenclaw had dropped her things in the hall between classes. Draco, Crabbe and Goyle had been glaring down at her menacingly. Draco hadn't even said anything yet, but the girl was already near tears.
A flash of red came across the hallway. Ginny was standing across from them.
"Help her," she commanded.
Draco shook his head no. A fire lit in Ginny's eyes. Without looking, she reached into her bookbag and pulled out a baby picture. It was quite alarming and disturbing to Draco. How in the blazes did she manage to get one of him starkers!
Quickly he snapped at Crabbe and Goyle to help the Ravenclaw. Confused, they looked back at him.
"You heard me," he said sternly.
So the two had bent down to help the girl. Draco looked back up at Ginny. She just let out a sigh, pocketed the picture and walked over to them. She too got down and helped the Ravenclaw.
"Malfoy help us," she snipped. Draco rolled his eyes, but after a death glare from Ginny had bent down too and helped pick up the various papers and quills.
A moment later the Ravenclaw, whom Ginny called Helene, had all of her things and ran off quickly.
"You are suppose to be noble, Malfoy," Ginny reminded him sternly. "That doesn't mean having Greg and Vincent do things for you."
With that she turned and stomped away. As soon, as she turned the corner, Draco tried to summon the baby picture to him. It didn't work.
"I put an anti-summoning charm on it," Ginny's voice taunted him as it echoed down the hallway.
Damn. Damn. Damn. How in the HELL did she get in Gryffindor instead of Slytherin? He thought.
Now for the last week, as much as he hated to admit it, he jumped everytime he saw a flash of red. He was growing paranoid, especially seeing Ginny Weasley night and day. She was haunting him and he couldn't even escape to his dreams.
Draco was actually being nice to people, and the other day he had signed up to help with some charity Quidditch match Dumbledore organized at the end of the month. He did that just because he knew she would see it.
To make him even more annoyed, Ginny still hadn't called him by his first name, but she seemed to have forgiven Potter.
Potter made sure Ginny sat by him and the rest of the dream team during meals. They didn't include her in their conversations through. Either Ginny was too busy with OWLS to notice, or she was back to swooning over scar- face and didn't mind being invisible to them most of the time.
But the straw that finally broke the dragon's back so to speak was the dream Draco had last night. He had smelled lemongrass in his room. Lemongrass grew outside his room in the holiday house in the Dales. He adored that smell.
Opening his eyes, he hoped to see his room at the house, instead he was in his dorm room and Ginny Weasley was beside his bed. She looked down on him with a slight smile on her face. Normally, that would have slightly terrified Draco, but she seemed timid then.
"What?" he had snapped.
She just smiled and leaned closer to him. Right away, Draco noticed two things were off. Ginny was wearing Slytherin robes and she was what smelled like lemongrass. Gingerly, Ginny's lips brushed Draco's.
He woke up confused, flustered and very pissed.
Draco was fuming. How in the world could he be thinking that way about a Weasley? I mean granted, she was quite fiery and by all reason should have been in Slytherin. In fact, he was certain had she been in Slytherin that the two of them would be running the house.
The fact that she still seemed to swoon over Potter, just irritated him beyond belief. What did Potter have? Nothing that's what. If Ginny hadn't been raised to believe in stupid nobility, she would be in Slytherin with him. She wouldn't be ignored either by members of her own house. She would be feared and respected by all. Hell, he even feared and respected her and that's saying something.
With this in mind, Draco sought out his head of house. He had to know the reason Ginny Weasley wasn't a Slytherin. Ever since the bathroom incident, that question had been bothering him. Swinging open the door to the potion master's classroom, Draco saw Snape leaning over his desk grading papers.
"Explain to me how a woman, who quite certainly would be queen of Slytherin if she was in our house, ends up being completely ignored in another house," Draco snapped as the slammed the door shut behind him.
"What are you talking about now Draco?" the potion master said, unfrazzled about a student barging into his classroom.
"Ginny Weasley!"
"What about her?" Snape said unconcerned.
"If she's a Gryffindor, then I'm a Hufflepuff!" Draco exclaimed harshly.
"I will admit that Miss Weasley certainly does have the characteristics and cunning of our house, Mr. Malfoy, but she was placed in Gryffindor for a reason," Snape explained, still grading his papers.
"She's a cunning, devious, manipulative shrew!"
A smile graced the face of the potion master, "It sounds like she's gotten under your skin."
"She's trying my patience," Draco said harshly. "Part of me, I admit, is mesmerize by her audacity. The other part of me wants to use unforgivables on her."
Snape looked up from his desk. "Funny, that last part sounds like a conversation I had with your father back in school about your mother."
"I am not amused," Draco said, leaning against the desk. "Do you know she has managed to get baby pictures of me starkers? And she threatened to use them against me. Me!"
"Normally I would suggest retaliation," Snape said, "But knowing you and Miss Weasley, I'm afraid that Hogwarts wouldn't survive, let alone you."
"Do you think she could best me?" snarled Draco.
"Unfortunately Draco, it seems she already has," smirked Snape. "How else would you explain you acting like a Hufflepuff the last two weeks?"
There was an evil glint in Draco's eyes as he stared at the potion master, "That devious, little witch has been blackmailing me into being 'noble.'"
Snape was actually shocked. That explained a lot about Draco's recent activities, and Snape wondered what in the world Ginny Weasley could have on Draco to make him act like he was. Surely, Draco should be able to come up with something to get out of it. Then again, maybe he didn't want to.
"Maybe her audacity isn't the only thing you're mesmerized by," Snape said amused. "What you're basically telling me is that you don't know if you want to kill her or snog her. I really don't have time or want to take part in that conversation. Now if you excuse me I have work to do."
Furious, Draco exited the classroom, slamming the door behind him as he left.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews. Draco is just getting a small taste of what Ginny Weasley can do. ===========================================================================
For two weeks, Ginny Weasley had been driving Draco Malfoy completely and utterly mad.
It started the night after Ginny had blown up at both him and Potter in the locker room. In the middle of the night, he swore he saw Ginny, laughing and smirking evilly, at the foot of his bed. His mind raced back to the last thing she said to him - about him losing a 'personal' family heirloom. He woke up screaming blood murder.
She had been an eerie frequent visitor to his dreams since then. To make maters worse, when he was awake she was suddenly everywhere, MAKING him act noble.
That first Monday, some first-year Hufflepuff had asked him for help finding the astronomy room. Draco sneered at him and was about to deliver a wide range of insults when a flash of red caught the corner of his eye.
"Oh LaVerne," echoed a sweet voice.
Draco's eyes grew wide. Thankfully, there were lots of people in the hall at the time, so no one noticed that was directed toward him. Swearing under his breath, Draco gave the first year the directions. When he turned toward Ginny, she just grinned smugly and took off.
Later that week a second-year Ravenclaw had dropped her things in the hall between classes. Draco, Crabbe and Goyle had been glaring down at her menacingly. Draco hadn't even said anything yet, but the girl was already near tears.
A flash of red came across the hallway. Ginny was standing across from them.
"Help her," she commanded.
Draco shook his head no. A fire lit in Ginny's eyes. Without looking, she reached into her bookbag and pulled out a baby picture. It was quite alarming and disturbing to Draco. How in the blazes did she manage to get one of him starkers!
Quickly he snapped at Crabbe and Goyle to help the Ravenclaw. Confused, they looked back at him.
"You heard me," he said sternly.
So the two had bent down to help the girl. Draco looked back up at Ginny. She just let out a sigh, pocketed the picture and walked over to them. She too got down and helped the Ravenclaw.
"Malfoy help us," she snipped. Draco rolled his eyes, but after a death glare from Ginny had bent down too and helped pick up the various papers and quills.
A moment later the Ravenclaw, whom Ginny called Helene, had all of her things and ran off quickly.
"You are suppose to be noble, Malfoy," Ginny reminded him sternly. "That doesn't mean having Greg and Vincent do things for you."
With that she turned and stomped away. As soon, as she turned the corner, Draco tried to summon the baby picture to him. It didn't work.
"I put an anti-summoning charm on it," Ginny's voice taunted him as it echoed down the hallway.
Damn. Damn. Damn. How in the HELL did she get in Gryffindor instead of Slytherin? He thought.
Now for the last week, as much as he hated to admit it, he jumped everytime he saw a flash of red. He was growing paranoid, especially seeing Ginny Weasley night and day. She was haunting him and he couldn't even escape to his dreams.
Draco was actually being nice to people, and the other day he had signed up to help with some charity Quidditch match Dumbledore organized at the end of the month. He did that just because he knew she would see it.
To make him even more annoyed, Ginny still hadn't called him by his first name, but she seemed to have forgiven Potter.
Potter made sure Ginny sat by him and the rest of the dream team during meals. They didn't include her in their conversations through. Either Ginny was too busy with OWLS to notice, or she was back to swooning over scar- face and didn't mind being invisible to them most of the time.
But the straw that finally broke the dragon's back so to speak was the dream Draco had last night. He had smelled lemongrass in his room. Lemongrass grew outside his room in the holiday house in the Dales. He adored that smell.
Opening his eyes, he hoped to see his room at the house, instead he was in his dorm room and Ginny Weasley was beside his bed. She looked down on him with a slight smile on her face. Normally, that would have slightly terrified Draco, but she seemed timid then.
"What?" he had snapped.
She just smiled and leaned closer to him. Right away, Draco noticed two things were off. Ginny was wearing Slytherin robes and she was what smelled like lemongrass. Gingerly, Ginny's lips brushed Draco's.
He woke up confused, flustered and very pissed.
Draco was fuming. How in the world could he be thinking that way about a Weasley? I mean granted, she was quite fiery and by all reason should have been in Slytherin. In fact, he was certain had she been in Slytherin that the two of them would be running the house.
The fact that she still seemed to swoon over Potter, just irritated him beyond belief. What did Potter have? Nothing that's what. If Ginny hadn't been raised to believe in stupid nobility, she would be in Slytherin with him. She wouldn't be ignored either by members of her own house. She would be feared and respected by all. Hell, he even feared and respected her and that's saying something.
With this in mind, Draco sought out his head of house. He had to know the reason Ginny Weasley wasn't a Slytherin. Ever since the bathroom incident, that question had been bothering him. Swinging open the door to the potion master's classroom, Draco saw Snape leaning over his desk grading papers.
"Explain to me how a woman, who quite certainly would be queen of Slytherin if she was in our house, ends up being completely ignored in another house," Draco snapped as the slammed the door shut behind him.
"What are you talking about now Draco?" the potion master said, unfrazzled about a student barging into his classroom.
"Ginny Weasley!"
"What about her?" Snape said unconcerned.
"If she's a Gryffindor, then I'm a Hufflepuff!" Draco exclaimed harshly.
"I will admit that Miss Weasley certainly does have the characteristics and cunning of our house, Mr. Malfoy, but she was placed in Gryffindor for a reason," Snape explained, still grading his papers.
"She's a cunning, devious, manipulative shrew!"
A smile graced the face of the potion master, "It sounds like she's gotten under your skin."
"She's trying my patience," Draco said harshly. "Part of me, I admit, is mesmerize by her audacity. The other part of me wants to use unforgivables on her."
Snape looked up from his desk. "Funny, that last part sounds like a conversation I had with your father back in school about your mother."
"I am not amused," Draco said, leaning against the desk. "Do you know she has managed to get baby pictures of me starkers? And she threatened to use them against me. Me!"
"Normally I would suggest retaliation," Snape said, "But knowing you and Miss Weasley, I'm afraid that Hogwarts wouldn't survive, let alone you."
"Do you think she could best me?" snarled Draco.
"Unfortunately Draco, it seems she already has," smirked Snape. "How else would you explain you acting like a Hufflepuff the last two weeks?"
There was an evil glint in Draco's eyes as he stared at the potion master, "That devious, little witch has been blackmailing me into being 'noble.'"
Snape was actually shocked. That explained a lot about Draco's recent activities, and Snape wondered what in the world Ginny Weasley could have on Draco to make him act like he was. Surely, Draco should be able to come up with something to get out of it. Then again, maybe he didn't want to.
"Maybe her audacity isn't the only thing you're mesmerized by," Snape said amused. "What you're basically telling me is that you don't know if you want to kill her or snog her. I really don't have time or want to take part in that conversation. Now if you excuse me I have work to do."
Furious, Draco exited the classroom, slamming the door behind him as he left.
