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Chapter 16: Double the Fun

"Oh. My. God." Hermione breathed, her hand over her mouth.

"I know." I began.

"Oh my God!" She said loudly.

"Hermione, shut up." I whispered frantically, looking around her and Ron's flat for any sign of life. "I don't want Ron to know."

"Draco Malfoy!" Hermione yelled, seeming to have simply not heard my pleas. So, to re-enforce my point, I smacked her.

"Ow!" She screamed.

"Are you seriously incapable of being quiet?!" I whispered harshly.

"Well, I'm sorry." She said, lowering her voice. "But what did you expect when you tell me that you're going out with Malfoy?"

"It's not like I like him or anything." I said seriously.

"Then why are you dating him?" Hermione asked stupidly.

"Have you forgotten the whole Get Harry Jealous plan?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

"Yea, that plan really needs a better name."

"Anyways," I said, changing the conversation to something that didn't include my poor plan-naming skills. "Me, Draco, Harry, and Kate are all going on a double date tomorrow, so I need you to do me a favor."

"Sure." Hermione said, finally getting the hang of whispering and making it very hard for me to hear her.

"Take this—" I said, pulling out a cell phone. "And—"

"Whoa, where did that come from?" Hermione asked, grabbing the cell phone. "It was like magic, you just pulled it out of thin air!"

"I pulled it out of my pocket." I said, becoming very confused with her sudden dip in IQ.

"I mean, it was just like *bam*! And it was there!" Hermione went on, doing a wonderful impression of Emeril. "Just like magic. Do it again!"

I stared at her with confused astonishment.

"First of all, I'm completely lost at your amazement with magic." I said, speaking very slowly. "And, secondly, did you forget to turn your brain on today or something?"

Hermione blushed very red with embarrassment and laid the phone down carefully on the coffee table between us.

"Everyone's allowed their blonde moments." She muttered, bowing her head so low her bushy mass of hair covered most of her beet-red face.

"Anyways," I said, trying to shake off and forget that conversation. "I need you to call me an hour or so into the date."

"But wouldn't I be disrupting the date?" Hermione asked. I sighed heavily.

"Roll with me here, Hermione." I said with exhaustion.

"Oh!" Hermione exclaimed, finally understanding where I was going with this. She instinctively raised her hand and waved it in the air. "I know, I know! You *want* there to be a distraction!"

"Very good." I said with fake enthusiasm. "Just in case the date is going to hell, like I think it will, I need a reason to leave. So call me an hour or so into the date with an emergency."

"What kind of emergency?"

"I don't care."

"Is it like a hair emergency or a my-cat's-in-a-tree emergency?"

"Whatever floats your boat." I sighed. "But remember, Ron can't—"

"Ron can't what?" Ron asked, walking into the room with a stupid grin on his face.

"—go to the bathroom by himself yet, so you may need to help him." I finished, cursing myself for not being better at this.

"Ha ha ha." Ron deadpanned. "Very funny Ginny. You know damn well that I've been fully capable of going to the bathroom by myself since I was ten."

I turned my face to Hermione's shocked one, and nodded sadly. Mum had always said that Ron was the 'special' one. She'd tried for years to potty train him, using food, presents, *anything* to try and get him to do it, but he still ended up wetting the bed. We thought he'd have to bring diapers to Hogwarts, but finally, at the age of ten, we heard him scream from the bathroom, "I went pee-pee in the potty!"

Fred and George still tease him for that. It seems like whenever Ron comes out of the bathroom they jump out from around the corner and sing, "Mommy, wow! I'm a big kid now!"

"What're you two talking about?" Ron asked, sitting himself down next to Hermione.

"Girl stuff." I answered quickly, praying to the gods he'd leave it at that.

"What kind of girl stuff?" He continued to prod.

"Vaginas!" Hermione screamed crazily. "Tampons!" Sure, maybe it wasn't believable, but by the look on my brother's face, it was definitely something he didn't want to be a part of.

I leaned across the coffee table and whispered in Ron's ear, "We were comparing menstrual cycles."

Ron shot up out of his chair, his face a nasty color green.

"Well, I'll just leave you two alone." He said in an unnaturally hoarse voice as he ran his hand nervously through his hair. Ron than sprinted from the room like it was his job... which it probably should've been because he was really good at it.

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"You look hot." Hermione said with a smile. She had come over to my flat to look after Christina, and ended up helping me get ready. And it wasn't until she forced me to wear my little black dress where 'little' is an understatement that I realized how slutty Hermione Granger was.

"You really think so?" I asked, fishing for more compliments, knowing very well that Draco would be too busy trying to get my dress off to take the time and compliment it.

"I'd do you." She shrugged.

"Hermione!" I screeched, swinging my hand toward her head.

She ducked and said, "Sorry, sorry. Let me rephrase that. You look amazing, but I feel no homosexual attraction toward you."

"Much better, thank you." I smiled, checking my butt in the mirror.

"Harry and Draco will both be all over you." Hermione said, making me smile wider.

"And Kate will be left with nothing but the check." I finished. "Just remember to keep Ron busy so he doesn't decide to 'drop by.'"

"Oh, don't worry," Hermione said with an evil smile. "I'm going to keep him *very* busy. He's been wanting something for a while, and I'll finally give in tonight."

Scratch that. The smile wasn't evil, it was lustful. *shiver*

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeew." I said, pointing an accusing finger and scrunched my face up in disgust. "I don't wanna hear that!"

"What?! You should be happy that your brother's getting some!" Hermione said, making it obvious to me that she had no idea what did and did not make me happy.

"You can't have sex with Ron!" I said, feeling I'd vomit as the words past my lips. "You're watching Chrissy tonight! If she hears you guys..." shiver "...that could be considered child abuse."

"Ever heard of a silencing charm?" Hermione asked. It suddenly dawned on me why she was so good at silencing charms. She must have had a lot of practice... shiver.

Where did my nice, well-adjusted, bookworm, bossy-to-the-point-of- annoyance Hermione go? It seemed like every year she just kept loosening up. I mean, I was willing to let a few things slide, but once she started slapping Malfoy and talking back to teachers, that's just where I draw the line. At this rate she'll be a porn star before her fiftieth birthday.

I handed Hermione the cell phone, grabbed my purse, said a little prayer, readjusted my boobs, and finally left for the restaurant.

When I arrived, Harry was already there.

"Where's Kate?" I asked, sitting myself down across from him and hoping that his answer would be something along the lines of 'she's dead' or 'we broke up.'

"In the bathroom." He answered simply, causing me to frown.

"And where's your date?" Harry asked. I smiled inwardly. I hadn't told Harry that I was dating Draco, and I couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he found out.

"He'll be here." I said with confidence. I had no doubt in the world that Draco would show up. It'd taken a lot of begging and provocative clothing on my part for him to agree on coming, but I closed the deal, promising him a 'big surprise' when we went back to his house that night.

But, of course, in the back of my head, I kept reminding myself that I would only let Draco touch me when we were in front of Harry. Because I would never let Draco be happy unless I benefited in some way. And the only way I could benefit with Draco feeling me up would be if Harry were there to witness it and fume with jealousy.

Damn Kate and her fast bathroom-going-abilities, she came back to the table before Draco arrived. Meaning I had to be the one at the table to be jealous.

She was perfect. I'd even do her! She had long, straight brown hair that framed her perfect heart-shaped face. She came floating over like some angel, her innocent, wide hazel eyes never leaving Harry's green ones.

"Hello, you must be Ginny." Kate said, extending one of her tan, well manicured hands to me. I shook it lightly and forced a smile. "I'm Kate." She said, spreading her full lips into a smile.

"Hi." I said shortly, unintentionally making the simple word drip with jealousy.

We had a short conversation while we waited for Draco to arrive. I had prayed for Kate to be stupid. Hoped against hope that she'd say something inane and I'd laugh and mock her. But that wasn't the case. She was smart—and I don't mean just smart-smart, she was Hermione-smart. It was like I was talking to a dictionary. She used more big words in one sentence then I'd ever used in my whole life.

Thank the gods, Draco finally showed up. I was so happy to see him that I actually kissed him—which I hadn't planned on doing till much later in the date.

"Ginny...what...?" Harry asked, his eyeballs nearly falling out of his head as he watched Draco and I lock lips.

"Oh, I'm sorry Harry." I said, letting my cheeks flush slightly for effect. "This is Draco Malfoy, my boyfriend."

That sounded so strange coming out of my mouth. The words 'boyfriend' and 'Malfoy' were never used in the same sentence at my house. 'Malfoy' and 'jackass' of course, but never anything that didn't contain a profanity or two.

"I know damn well who he is, just what the hell is he doing here?" Harry asked angrily, causing a few people to glance at our table.

"Harry, please." Kate whispered in a sophisticated voice. Bitch.

"I already told you Harry." I laughed lightly, ignoring Kate. "He's my boyfriend."

That face: priceless. I wish I had a camera. Or a video camera. Or someone there to tell me that I wasn't dreaming! It was perfect. Harry's face was red with anger, and you could just tell that he was dying to yell his brains out.

"Hey there, Potter." Draco said with a smirk, causing Harry to glare at him. "It's strange, isn't it? All these years, and I still look better then you."

I had to cover my mouth so Harry wouldn't see my smile. Draco was definitely doing his job. Harry didn't respond to his remark, but he had a murderous look on his face.

Kate was determined to continue a friendly conversation. So she would talk with me about pointless things, I flirted with Draco, and Harry glared at us across the table.

Right after the drinks came, my cell phone rang. I took my hand off of Draco's thigh long enough to answer it.

"Hello?" I asked casually, using all of my acting skills to make it sound like I didn't know who it was.

"Ginny!" Hermione screamed from the other end of the phone. "It's Christina, she's dying! Blood, everywhere!"

"I'm great, how are you?" I asked, trying to keep my voice casual as Hermione screamed into my ear. She was such a drama queen. If she wasn't such a bad actress, I would have actually been worried for Chrissy. But, luckily, acting is the one thing Hermione doesn't know how to do.

"I called an ambulance, but I don't think she'll make it!" Hermione continued to yell.

"Oh, that's wonderful." I laughed lightly. "But, listen, I'm on a date, so I gotta go."

"Oh, okay, have fun." Hermione said in a happy voice. "Is Harry jealous yet?"

"You have no idea." I smiled before hanging up the phone.

It was half way through our dinner that I noticed Draco staring at Kate. His eyes were playful, and definitely positioned below her face.

I began to panic. My date wasn't suppose to do that! He was suppose to pay attention to me and make Harry jealous. So, to keep Draco focused, I placed my hand directly on his... package. Immediately I got the reaction I was going for. Draco's lust-filled eyes turned to me and I smiled playfully. He pulled my chair closer to him and began to nibble on my neck. I didn't dare look over for Harry's reaction, but instead kept myself busy with making giggling noises and making it apparent that I was enjoying myself.

"Don't you two have a room?" Harry asked with disgust.

"Actually, we do." Draco said, pulling back so he could smirk at Harry. He turned to me and kissed me long and hard. I wanted to open my eyes and see what Harry's face looked like, but decided that would just make it far too obvious. I allowed Draco's hands to roam, but continued to keep my mouth closed, not permitting his tongue to enter my mouth. Draco growled in protest, but I wouldn't give in. It was one thing to kiss Draco to make Harry jealous, it was another to actually enjoy the kiss.

When Draco finally pulled back, he said, "Shall we?" and grabbed my hand, pulling me up from my seat.

"We had a lovely time." I giggle to Harry and Kate, grabbing my purse as Draco pulled my out of the restaurant. Right when I was at the door, I glanced back to wave nonchalantly and caught the look on Harry's face. He was beyond angry, and Kate was having a hell of a time keeping him from blowing up.

Once Draco and I were outside of the restaurant, I was planning on leaving right away, but he had other plans.

"So, my place?" Draco asked, his gray eyes staring into mine. Before I could even say no, his lips were on mine again. This time it wasn't as forceful. If he weren't a Malfoy, I'd call it 'loving.' I felt so warm up against his strong chest, and was a little disappointed when he pulled back.

I kept my arms locked around his neck, so he wouldn't go far. For some reason, it stopped registering in my mind that he was a Malfoy. Especially when he said sincerely, "You look beautiful tonight."

I blushed and bowed my head a little. He caught my lips again, bringing my head back up to it's original position.

"I'm serious." Draco continued, his forehead against mine. "You always look beautiful."

I loved how full and self-assured I felt when his words met my ears. I really did feel, for the first time since I'd been with Harry, beautiful. I thrived in this feeling, and was hungry for more of it. I kissed Draco again and, slowly but confidently opened my mouth and allowed his tongue to explore it.

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So sorry for the late update!!! I was out late with my friends and didn't get home till an ungodly hour. I was going to write thank yous and then post, but I figured the sooner I post the better. So, there you go and THANKS SO MUCH FOR ALL OF THE REVIEWS!!!!!!

PS- I swear this is strictly a Harry/Ginny story, for all the people who asked if I was turning it into a Ginny/Draco.

AND FOR Imalil2sarcastic: I'm so sorry if that chapter came off as racist. I re-read it and am not really sure what to label it. I mean, when I wrote it I seriously didn't think it was offensive or anything. I'm really sorry if you were offended. I'm going to make some changes and re-post the chapter so that it hopefully won't come off as being racist because, honestly, that's the last thing I wanted. Thank you so much for telling me about it.

ALSO, TO EVERYONE WHO'S PISSED ABOUT DRACO COMING INTO THE PICTURE: hang in there. I never said anything about him being wonderful, or even being in any way different then he was at Hogwarts. Let us remember what bad judgment Ginny has, shall we?

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