A Perfect Match From Hell
Summery:
Slytherins have made a bet with Draco Malfoy to go after a Weasley. No surpise here is the fact that the first move he puts on her his in the hospital wing. Too bad, Draco, better say good-bye to 20 gallons.
Disclamier: I don't own Harry Potter or anything else that differs from the plot.
[A/N: I'm sorry...from now on in this story I'm using Virginia...not Ginerva...don't flame about that though! Flame about the story!]
"What do you want?" Draco snapped; he heard someone coming from behind and didn't feel in the mood to talk.
"Who said I wanted anything of yours?" A female voiced asked behind him.
He smirked, "ah, a Weasley...you do know you shouldn't be out right now?"
She rolled her eyes, "did you know I am a prefect?" She asked; clearly annoyed.
"And did you happen to know I'm the headboy?" Draco drawled.
She laughed, "they made you headboy? You?"
"I don't see whats so funny, Weasley."
She shrugged, "don't think your even more special just because your headboy, Malfoy," Weasley, said walking away from him, "cause I don't think you are."
He fumed while he watch her walk away. The clock hall rang meaning his shift was over. Angrily, he walked back to him common room. "Bloody bitch," he swore once he was in.
"Who's a bloody bitch?" A voice drawled nearby.
"None of your damn business," he snarled and walked up to the main portriat, "marque de la mort," he hissed and the portriat slide open. He took a long shower and went to bed.
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"Malfoy," a voice cooed. He felt them trace his chin with a finger.
He opened his eyes, "Zabini, you idiot! What?"
"Happy birthday," he said dryly, "now I want to make a bet."
"Ugh," Draco sat sitting up, "what?"
"20 gallons Malfoy," Zabini said smirking, "I want to have a little fun..."
"Not now," Draco said turning over.
"Malfoy," Zabini said, "not that."
"What then?" Draco asked.
"Get this girl...any girl I chose...get her in bed by your birthday and you get 20 gallons and a free virgin." Zabini said.
Draco perked up, "really? who?"
"Don't you think it might be complicated? You only have until the seventh of December..."
Draco raised an eyebrow, "no girl or women is too hard for me to get...now who?"
Zabini played with the bag in his hand and his eyes glinting mysteriously, "Virginia Weasley."
"Done," Draco said smirking, "wasn't she your girlfriend last year?"
Zabini shrugged, "don't remember."
"Right," Draco said, "now can I finish my sleep?"
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Virginia Weasley was still sleeping. She rolled over in her sleep and didn't notice but the ring she always wore on her ring finger somehow slipped off. She wouldn't even know until she went down for breakfest. But she'll forget it once again once Malfoy was hit by her curse and sent to the hosipital wing.
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[A/N: I hate it so far...but if you like it I'll continue...LuV, DiaTheRyter]
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"I told you to go away, Malfoy!" She fummed.
He smirked, "still irked about, Zabini?"
He hit a spot. Before he saw it coming she hexed him.
[A/N: By the way, 'marque de la mort' means death mark in french]