Ch.7: Stealing the Littlest Weasley

"Hey Weasley, I hear you're failing potions." Draco sneered at Ginny Weasley in Entrance Hall the next morning.
"That's none of your business Malfoy." She replied calmly.
"Well I was going to offer you assistance, but if you'd rather fail..." He trailed off and waited for her to take the bait. It took her a few seconds longer than he had expected.
"Draco Malfoy, the arrogant, hateful, evil, wizard wants to help me?" She asked him skeptically.
"In a matter of speaking, I need your help." He told her calmly. It seemed to take her a few moments to react to what he'd said.
"Ah, so what's the catch?" She inquired with a suspicious look. She knew not to trust Malfoys, but she really needed to pass potions. If what he wanted from her wasn't too bad then maybe they could reach an agreement.
"I want all those ugly, whining, sniveling, shallow, money-wanting, girls in Slytherin to leave me alone. If you pretend to be going out with me then they will." He said trying to keep a straight face and trying to sound reasonable.
"Can I get back to you about that? She asked, "I need some time to think about it."
"Sure, take all the time you need." Draco told her as she left him to go eat. His plan was working. She would take him up on his offer he was sure. From there it was just a matter of time before she would be wrapped around his finger and doing whatever he wanted. "You better watch out Potter." He whispered, "I'm stealing the littlest Weasley."