*My Notes:*  I am really, really sorry for not updating.  Go ahead, take a whack at me. . . Ow, Okay, not THAT many! ^_~

*Chapter Seven:* /Deal With the Devil/

Ginny inhaled deeply the cooling fall air and felt better instantly.  When she opened her eyes again, that fresh breath left her anyways as she stepped closer to the tall, barred window to admire the landscape.  The Lake was shining magnificently, and the navy water was choppily creating small waves that washed up upon a dry-grass shore.  Hagrid and Fang were hauling a large load of fire wood back to their hut and four Hogwarts students were flying around the Quidditch Pitch (if Ginny had not been so far away, she would have seen their pink cheeks and smiling faces).  She certainly felt a bit better.

"Hullo, owl," she greeted lightly.  A coffee-coloured owl had swooped down from higher rafters after flying inside.  It looked at her and Ginny thought it was glad to see her… glad to see her… God…

Hermione…

But the bird was getting impatient, so it flew off again, dropping a letter onto Ginny's head and her thoughts were disrupted.  'What's this,' she thought and saw immediately the petite, fancy script scrawling across the front:

Ginny Weasley

She frowned, wondering who would take such obvious painstaking time to write out her name like that.  When she turned over the envelope, though, she frowned this time in suspicion: A sophisticated silver glob of wax held the letter tightly inside, and an "M" was imprinted into it.  "Malfoy?" Ginny said outloud, and nearby owls were startled by her malevolence at the name and took off for sleep at a higher altitude.  She opened the envelope warily, almost sick with apprehension.  She was as careful as if it held vindictive hexes inside.

All that fell out was a solitary letter, in which was more handwriting, although this time it looked rushed:

To The Lesbian:

                I find your sexuality hilarious, and your blatant infatuation with a Ms Lovegood and the Granger girl doubly so (although your tryst with my mistress, Chantal, seems to have occurred in a rational mind state of yours).  However, I do not believe your equally foolish brother Ronald would not enjoy this joke as much...  I have a feeling you agree with me, n'est pas?  Even if you feel comfortable with coming out to your patchwork family, I have my ways, and trust me... you do not want them to find out.

                Do not cry out your little lusty eyes, now.  I am a fair player, and lover of sports if you haven't already admired my amazing feats of Quidditch, and do not find it satisfactory to simply send you a bigoted Howler that will not only humiliate you in front of the whole school, but also inform your brother of your sexual life (I know, I am a genius).  If you would reply to this owl in the affirmative, I shall not tell your idiotic brother.

                Let us proceed on to the good part.  Once the aforementioned owl of agreement closes our deal, you are committed to me.  Withhold worrying, Carrot: you are not obligated to rigorous sex with yours truly as the sexually capable and astounding Chantal is.  You simply...  Oh, you will see.

                Graciously,

                Draconus Malfoy

Ginny was out of her mind as she scribbled back a response, which included her accordance.

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Making her way back to the Common Room, Ginny tried to avoid as many students as possible – especially if they knew her.  Three times she sidestepped into shadows as Colin Creevey stumbled to dinner and back to his dorm to retrieve a newly developed set of pictures, and then finally as he returned to eat a good meal and show off his snapshot of Lavender Brown half naked, coming out of the bathtub in the girls' bathroom.  Luna looked around guardedly when Ginny made an extra bit of noise scuffling behind a large, blocky stone column but continued on with her girlfriends.

Sadly, when Ginny saw that amazing body of Chantal Havenworth turn the oncoming corner with a bunch of her friends giggling and putting her arms around other people, she couldn't help but stand in place and wait for the girl to come face-to-face with her.

"Oh, hey Gin," Chantal said, smiling a little bashfully.  Her cluster of friends grinned, and Ginny had a feeling they knew all about their affair.

"Hi," Ginny managed to breath.  Her cheeks turned red as she looked around at Chantal's friends: they seemed to be waiting for the two girls to lean forward and grope at each other while passionately whispering of their love for each other.  No...

"So, how have you been?" Chantal said stiffly.

"Erm, I'm hanging in there, er, you know..."  Ginny paused and looked around, frowning mentally at the crowd.  "I need to talk to you."

"Later?"

"Later."  Then Ginny walked past the Hufflepuffs and once at a safe distance, turned watched them walk away.  Chantal also did stray back from her group a bit to blow a kiss to Ginny, which Ginny let fall to the ground.

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*More Notes:*  This chapter is a bit shorter because I felt awkward writing it. . .  Ginny felt that way too!  Oh, If you hadn't noticed. . . ^-^   Gods, I'm glad I had this time to write; it's great to be at it again.  Hope I can get the rest of the story written out so you guys can satisfy yourself by just finishing it.  I have to say writing Draco's letter was awesome – it's great to get inside snobby, evil peoples' minds, right??? ^^;;  Especially one so suave and attractive. . .  Ciao for now!