Author's Note: I've got a babysitting job later tonight… I apologize for any choppyness in this story. See, I have this habit I'm sure you've noticed… I don't update for ages, then I do, and I haven't read the previous chapters over. So you'll notice when I go back and subtly change things here or there… That's just me fixing some errors so that the plot will flow smoothly. I would appreciate it if you lot would help me spot any plot holes you might find. Please notify me immediately, either by review, email, or IM. I'm almost always on (Except for on MSN!), so don't be afraid to tell me. I appreciate all the reviews I've been getting… 66 is a record for me!

Extra Note: Stealing an idea from Jedi Tess of Gryffindor. New page breaks. Sorry if you don't like it. Spiffy Break is really getting on my nerves.

Disclaimer: I don't care how, I need to be in New York…

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"'Oh, I've got to discuss part of the plan with Loony!'" Draco mocked over his breakfast. "Hippogriff shit."

"You'd know exactly what that tastes like, wouldn't you Drake?" Blaise replied mildly, finishing off his sausage.

Draco huffed, falling into a reluctant silence, allowing Blaise to look around the hall. "Are Granger, Potter and Weasley here yet?"

The blonde Slytherin nodded mutely, sipping his pumpkin juice.

Blaise nodded back, clearly not caring that Draco was giving him the silent treatment, "Weasel's here too?"

Another nod.

"Excellent." Blaise smirked, "Go get Weasel, Sleeping Beauty."

Draco stood, "You know… I think I should be the Prince, not Sleeping Beauty."

"Shut it, Drake, and get Weasel."

"Fine…"

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"No Ferret!" Ginny hissed, looking up at Draco from her seat on the bench. "Just no!"

"I don't think I can take that for an answer." He reached down, gripped her elbow, and tugged her up from the bench.

The back of her legs knocked against the bench and she sucked in a sharp breath. "Bloody hell…" She caught a furious glance from Harry and Ron, and she couldn't help but grin. So what if she had to snog Malfoy to get them to leave her alone? It'd only be once… After all, that's all it would take to keep Harry and Ron out.

…Right?

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Ron made a disgusted noise as he spotted the kissing couple at the door. "Ugh, Harry… Look. Malfoy's got another one."

Harry looked up, his sharp green eyes immediately finding the snogging pair. It took him a moment to realize that the person Draco was kissing was Ginny Weasley. Ron was still talking, obviously he hadn't realized yet that it was Ginny. "It's so gross. How many girls had he had this year? Ten? Twenty? Hell, if he's had thirty…"

"Ron!" Hermione interrupted him, "That's Ginny!"

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Ginny heard Ron's cry of outrage from her position at the double doors. If she admitted it to herself, Draco had been right. She could hear Harry trying to control his temper as well.

All thought was forced from her mind as the Slytherin pushed her back into the wall. She made a noise in her throat, reluctantly acknowledged that he was VERY good at kissing. Her lips parted of their own accord, and he took that as an invitation to deepen the kiss.

Her arms wound around his neck, a hand sliding into his hair. Gods… She melted against him as he brushed his tongue along hers. She tightened her finger's in his hair, feeling ready to give up, throw all pretenses down, and take him to her room for a night of fun behind the currents.

Of course, she didn't.

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Draco broke the kiss, smirking down at Ginny. "Not bad, Little Weasel… Not bad at all."

Her face was flushed, lips parted invitingly. She blinked open her eyes slowly, "What?"

"Done that much before? You seem practiced."

He expected her to blush, to hit him, or to huff. Instead, she shot him a typically Gryffindor-ish lopsided grin. "Well, you know… Harry gave me lots of opportunities to try new things…"

He blinked at her, then smirked. "Oh? Maybe you'll get a chance to show me those sometime…"

Her grin widened. "I doubt it." Then she pulled away from him and calmly left the hall.

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Blaise rolled his eyes, lounging back in his seat during Transfigurations. He wasn't concerned about any questions McGonagall might ask him. He'd finished this years course already, he could let his mind wander.

And wander it did.

First it touched down upon Draco, who seemed to be taking notes, being a dutiful student. Blaise snorted inwardly. Sure. He was probably doodling little hearts with the Little Weasel's name in them. They were so hopeless, and they just wouldn't admit it.

His mind made the jump, and immediately his thoughts turned to Ginny Weasley. Despite himself, he found him thinking fondly of her. She was like a spirited little sister, even though he'd only known her for… two days and counting. She had a temper when pressed, enough patience to last her almost seventeen years with her twit brothers, and a kind streak wider then his wicked one. Yes, she would smooth out Draco's bumps nicely.

That was, of course, his plan. He'd help the Weasel get enough footing to hold her own, and 'accidentally' set her up with Draco. Really, it was the perfect plan. More then anything, the Malfoy Heir needed to get laid. Badly. He was getting so prude-ish it made Blaise want to blush for him.

Speaking of prudes…

His thoughts flicked to Luna Lovegood. There was one prude he couldn't seem to crack. She'd been nice enough, yes, but she hadn't responded at all to his subtle flirtations. Maybe he could ditch the subtle and just push her up against a wall and – no. She'd spook, run out on him, if not slap him. Oh, but slapping was good, especially if the point of contact was…

He forced himself to cut off the train of thought. No. No getting an erection in the middle of class. Now that would be hard to explain to the uptight Deputy Headmistress. Well, ma'am, you see, I was just fantasizing in your class, not paying attention at all. Then I got this image of Luna Lovegood smacking my ass, and oops! I just messed my pants right there!

Yeah. That'd go over nicely.

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Draco poked at his split lip with his tongue, trying hard to study and not think about Weasel. He sighed, cursing mentally as he pushed away his Potions text. It was useless.

"Sickle for your thoughts." Blaise smirked, lounging comfortably in one of the armchairs in front of the fire. The common room was nearly empty, most of the Slytherin's dispersed, no doubt, by the Head Boy.

"Keep the sickle, I won't tell you."

"Fine. If I tickle your pickle will you tell me?"

"No."

"You suck."

"Not you."

"I know. It's a source of constant annoyance to me." The Head Boy sighed.

Draco rolled his eyes, "Go shag a carpet, Blaise."

"Oh, that's original."

"I know. I got it from you."

Blaise snorted. "Thief."

"Ass."

"Buggering bastard."

"Bloody shit-eater."

"Stop bickering, twits." Pansy Parkinson sighed, holding her head. "If I didn't know you both, I'd think you were flirting."

"What?" Draco's jaw dropped incredulously.

Blaise smirked, "I was."

Draco's mouth worked like a gold fish. "But… No! I'm… er… taken!"

Pansy blinked, "By who?"

Blaise's smirk widened, and he coughed, the sound suspiciously close to "Weasel!"

"You're shagging Ron Weasley?!" Pansy shrieked, "But you were with his sister this morning! Draco, I knew you were a whore, but really!"

Draco threw up his hands in disgust, standing from the couch and picking up his book. "Merlin's fucking balls! You lot are bloody crazy!" He turned, huffing towards the seventh year boy's dormitories.

Blaise smirked, "Thanks Pans."

"Anytime, Blaise." She grinned, "See you tomorrow at seven? Usual place?"

"Nah… I've got business." Blaise stood, shooting her a crooked smile before leaving the common room.

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