Draco leaned back in his chair, deeply satisfied with the letter he had sent to that Weasley, which he had deemed as sharp and concise, and in flawless penmanship as well. Perfect. Now all he had to do was to wait for the reply.
He had shown her all right. He had shown her that a Malfoy couldn't be messed with. He had shown her that a Malfoy was made of tougher stuff. No Weasley was going to push a Malfoy around.
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Weaslette,
I am starting to have second thoughts about the whole course thing, but since I haven't done a good deed in about 5 years, I thought that it was about time that I did something nice for once, even if it kills me.
Anyway, because we are going to be in rather close proximity for quite a while, during these lessons, I have compiled a set of rules, which you have to obey, or else fear for your well-being. A Malfoy can be most wickedly inventive when it comes to punishments.
So here it is:
1. No touching. At all. I do not fancy throwing away a perfectly good set of clothes.
2. You will be as helpful as possible. No, I will not request sexual favours of you, refer to Point 1.
3. I will contact you as to where and when we will meet. You will not communicate directly with me. Repeat, you will not communicate directly with me. I have a reputation to maintain.
4. You will not laugh at me. Never. Ever.
5. No cursing of any sort. Verbal cursing will be tolerated, but only in privacy, not public swearing. And definitely no wand cursing. Get that?
6. Agreeing to teaching you does not mean that I have to be nice to your friends. However, it does mean you have to be nice to mine. Understood?
And that's about it for now. If there are any further developments, I will inform you.
And here's your assignment for the week: Clear out your closet. Leave only items that are above knee level, are tight, and show a bit of skin. No polka dots at all. No yellow.
Trust me, you will be groomed first, to look good in bad.
And that's about it. Remember, I'll contact you as to where to meet.
Draco Iden Malfoy
P.S. Do you know of a good location for us to meet up where we won't be seen?
Ginny stared at the letter for a good long while, before folding up the letter calmly.
Suddenly bursting into a flurry of action, she tore up the letter, and flung it into the far corner of the room.
"You sodding bastard! I will not be intimidated by you dimwit!"
Parvati and Lavender stopped laughing, and stared uneasily at each other. Parvati cleared her throat hesitantly, "Well then uh Gin. We'll be getting going…"
Lavender hissed, "But it's our room, why don't you tell her to go?"
Parvati whispered harshly back, "No way! Why don't you do it? Too dangerous!"
Lavender thought for a while, then nodded, and the two girls scuttled out of the room.
Ginny paced around the room for a while, stewing in the heat of her fury. How dare Malfoy! How dare he order her around!
It was about time that she showed Draco Iden Malfoy that she had a backbone.
She sat herself down determinedly in a chair, and viciously scribbled on the paper, dotting her 'i's with a snarl, wishing that it was Malfoy's head she was stabbing into.
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Draco peered into the mirror, whisking a comb expertly through his immaculate coif. Hair, in his opinion, had to be absolutely impeccable, not a strand out of place.
After he had found out at the end of his second year, that wizarding hair gel contained all sorts of weird, disgusting and generally revolting ingredients, such as lizard feet (for the sticky quality), and owl dung (for the smooth quality), and potatoes (for the fragrance and texture), he had decided that perhaps, the gelled-back look wasn't all that good for him (and his hair).
By gosh, he hated potatoes.
In the mirror, he noted with much interest, as a small owl careened into his window, smacking into it several times, before flying crankily into the room, whirling around the room. Landing on the bed with an undignified "fwump", the owl chittered as it held out its leg.
Draco placed his comb on the dressing table with much care, and then went over to the owl.
"Well well little buddy. What do we have here?"
He untied the letter, and unfolded it.
Malfoy you stinking bastard,
I think you haven't really grasped the context of this situation yet. I will not be bossed around by you, you wimpy ponce!
Your letter reeks of absolute desperation, that you need me, to teach you how to be nice, something which I bet, even my brilliant teaching skills and patience will not be able to achieve even if you gave me a century to educate you.
And I'll have you know, that there is nothing wrong with my closet and the clothes in it! I like them, and you'd better, or else I'd be breaking Rule Number 5 pretty soon. And its effects won't be pretty, trust me. I don't think you'd like your pointy face rearranged would you?
I am very angry at you.
Very pissed at you,
Ginevra Aelwen Weasley
P.S. Have you ever considered the Room of Requirement you nincompoop?
P.P.S. By the way, do you know that your initials spell D.I.M.? Poor you. My heart positively bleeds buttermilk.
Draco glared at the letter. Ok sure, so maybe his name was something he couldn't deny, but she had better learn discipline and obedience soon, or else it would be her face rearranged. She might have six brothers, but he had Crabbe and Goyle and just about the rest of the Deatheater offspring.
Not that he was one. He wanted to lead a life of his own, and he didn't want to follow in his father's footsteps. Look where that got him. Time in Azkaban that's what.
But that was a story for a later time, as he growled in rage at the Weaslette's presumtious words. Her initials were G.A.W. for goodness sakes!
And like she could ever beat him up. Psh, a load of bollocks that was. The Bat Bogey incident in his fifth year was nothing but a fluke. He had been distracted when Longbottom had started weeping like the pansy he was.
He sat down thoughtfully on his bed, fingering his chin thoughtfully, as a little idea crept its way into his brain. Oh he was genius.
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A/N: Yes I just found out that Ginny is a nickname for Ginevra. J.K. Rowling mentioned in her website, that it wasn't Virginia, but Ginevra, so yah. In Chapter 4, I put Virginia Weasley, so ignore that okay?
Exams are over now, so I suppose updates will be somewhat more regular and frequent. I hope. (: And as I mentioned last chapter, I'm planning a new story, so if you're interested in what Deatheaters do for a living, be sure to check back for updates!
And while I'm pimping my own (undone) creation, let me introduce you to another writer, Aisling Oigthierna, who has a lovely fic up, called "Foreign Bodies", and it's at schnoogle.com. So go check it out, it's D/G/H and features Blaise and Draco tying ties. (: I like.
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