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A/N: No interruptions. Read on. Hopefully you'll enjoy this. If you get to the end, remember to review. By the way, slight OotP spoilers. "Slight" being the key-word.
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Ginny Weasley was most upset. For starters, she was on the verge of failing Divination. But that wasn't really that important, as compared to her more imminent problem.
She was fifteen, heck almost sixteen, and she had no boyfriend. She just didn't get it. She might not be drop-dead attractive (like that Padma Patil – Ginny scowled at the thought), but she was no hag either. She thought she had pretty nice eyes, and a good complexion.
She might not have a figure that would make an hourglass shrivel up and turn green with envy, making it look more or less like a Seven-Up bottle, but she wasn't pudgy or stick-thin. All she needed to do was wait for the baby fat to disappear.
She wasn't worried about virginity issues. Her mother was more worried than her, for Merlin's sake.
What she really wanted was a boyfriend. Someone that was more than just a friend. Someone she could snog her lips off in the famed Astronomy Tower. Someone she could tell all her deepest darkest secrets to. Someone to which she could possibly lose her virginity too (but that was only a huge if).
However, whilst guys were more than willing to come and talk to her, they didn't make any moves, like asking her out or anything. She was pretty sure it wasn't anything to do with Ron. Well, not after her fourth year (the Michael Corner year). She had spoken to Ron back at the Burrow and warned him never to interfere in her boy affairs anymore. He had been most agreeable, after the threats of Bat Bogey Hexes.
A voice brought her out of her thoughtful reverie.
"Hi Ginny!"
"Huh? Oh, hi Colin."
Just then, a thought struck Ginny. Why hadn't she thought of it before?
She squealed excitedly, making Colin look at her funnily. He prayed hard that she hadn't overdosed on Chocolate Frogs again. The last time she did, she was on the verge of taking all her clothes off and going out to "dance in the rain", before he had given up and placed her in the full Body-Bind till she came off her sugar high.
"COLIN! You're a guy right?"
Colin looked perplexed for a moment, before slowly replying, as if speaking to a hyperactive child. "Well. Yea Ginny. Isn't it like… obvious?"
Ginny beamed exultantly, ignoring the weird stare she was receiving from Colin. She had found the result to her dilemmas. (No she was not wooing Colin. After all he was her best friend and to woo her best friend would be plain wrong.)
"Okay Colin. I'm going to ask you a question and you have to promise me that you will be honest. Promise?"
"Erm. Okay. Promise. What?"
"Well you know. Why is it that no guy wants to ask me out? I mean, do I have any disgusting habits? Or any apparent glaring flaws? Or am I so repulsive to look at?"
Colin seemed to consider this. "Well. I wouldn't really know. Since I'm your best friend and all, and I would never consider making moves on you… I'd say that you are too nice."
Ginny spluttered, almost choking on her spit. "Gah. Come again?"
"Well, you seem too nice. Like going out with you would be somewhat like taking advantage of you, you know what I mean?"
Ginny eyes bulged. "Eh. Thanks Colin."
She turned back silently to her dinner, and started eating quietly. If Colin was right, then she would have to do something to remedy the situation.
Colin looked worriedly at Ginny, as she chewed her pie thoughtfully. Then, he shrugged. If she had a problem, she would tell him. At least she hadn't taken any Chocolate Frogs. Thank all the gods and minor deities.
But for now, he was more interested in the kidney-and-steak pie, which was currently doing the waltz tantalisingly in front of him.
As well as for Ginny, by the time she had fallen asleep, she had already formed a plan. She needed to take action immediately. If all went well, she would have a boyfriend by the end of the week.
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By the end of the week, all was most decidedly not well. Ginny had taken Colin's words about being "too nice" to heart, and had proceeded to reform herself. Whilst she was willing to change her habits and such, she firmly told herself that she would not resort to make-up to look "naughty". That would be overdoing it. After all, she didn't think that guys went for girls who looked like whores.
So, she mentally noted and reminded herself constantly.
Be bad. Be naughty. Be bad. Be naughty. Be bad. Be naughty.
Didn't seem to work. All it did was earn her a couple of detentions (for not paying attention in class, and creating disruptions), and some odd comments ("Did you see that? Ginny pushed the first-year down!"), and a lot of weird stares ("Ginny Weasley got detention? You must be kidding!").
However, the week wasn't a total loss. She distinctly heard Seamus comment in his most sexy Irish brogue, "Well Ginny, becoming bad, are you!" That certainly was an improvement.
Despite the fact that she had managed to get one encouraging remark, Ginny decided to abandon this plan of action. It wasn't working. Plus, she didn't want anymore detentions. She would die if she had to see Snape one more time. He had made her clean the whole Potions dungeon armed only with a toothbrush! Sadistic cruel git.
Not to mention the fact that she was boyfriend-less.
Perhaps it was time she changed tactics. Another idea struck her, and she grinned slowly. Possible. It might work.
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References:
"a figure that would make an hourglass shrivel up and turn green with envy, making it look more or less like a Seven-Up bottle" is from The Teenage Textbook.
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A/N: Sorry for all who were expecting more of Draco in this chapter. I wanted to put some more emphasis on Ginny, and also to flesh out her character. More reviews = faster updating. So if you want Draco back fast, review… :)
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