Black Rabbits and Red Roses

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A/N: Thanks for the feedback on chappie one! V exciting... Hopefully this one will be longer...

Chapter Two

After serving a rather nasty detention for Madam Pince, where she had to dust the bookshelves and clean the floor of the library without magic, Ginny had thought to let off a bit of steam with Dean. They weren't actually going out anymore, since Ginny had got tired of him over the holidays, but she had kept a 'rapport' of sorts with him, for whenever she needed to vent her sexual frustration. Dean wasn't complaining.

Don't go thinking of Ginny as a slut – she was discerning in picking her guys – they couldn't have acne and they couldn't take themselves seriously. And they couldn't be shorter than her.

So, back to Dean. They had been on their way to find a quiet broom closet somewhere, snogging and fumbling at each other's clothes. Dean's shirt was unbuttoned and Ginny's bra had been discarded on the corridor floor as Dean frantically slid his hands underneath her polo top. Ginny leant passionately back against a hefty wooden door. She hadn't grasped the fact that the door was ajar...

As Ginny attempted to hoist herself up and, more importantly, hoist her skirt down, she realised that every last shred of her dignity had probably fled at that moment. She stood up precariously on her worn stilettos and found herself being stared at by the two worst people in the world who could have seen her in such a situation – Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. Oh, great. And to make it worse, Dean decided to stumble into view, his fly still unzipped.

Malfoy broke the unpleasant silence first.

"Good Lord, Thomas, I knew you were a Gryffindor, but I didn't think even you would scrape the barrel with a weasel."

Dean turned an interesting shade of beetroot and tried to mumble some sort of witty reply. It was Ginny who cut him off:

"Well at least I'm getting some, which is more than you're doing in your remedial transfiguration, Malfoy. You see, worn robes don't count for an awful lot once you're not wearing anything. Clearly what's underneath your designer clothing isn't worth the hassle of all the unzipping."

She nodded at Hermione, "Hello Herm, thought we'd liven up your lesson a little – thought you might be getting bored of all the tired 'mudblood' insults by now. Really must be going though – see you around."

And with that, she turned on her heal and stalked out of the classroom, looking for all the world as if she was calm and collected, rather than the seething mass of anger and humiliation boiling up inside her.

Dean stared after her retreating body for a few seconds before turning to the stunned pair: "Yeah... well. Like Gin said – see you around, I guess."

As soon as he caught up with her, Ginny turned suddenly and prodded him viciously in the chest, "And next time I get insulted, Thomas, I expect you to be defending my honour with witty comebacks instead of stammering like a Hufflepuff!"

Back in the Transfiguration classroom, there were a few seconds of stunned silence before Hermione walked slowly to the door and shut it firmly. Draco whistled quietly: the last time he'd encountered Weasley she'd hexed him into oblivion with a bat bogey and kneed him in a rather sensitive area of the anatomy to boot. Clearly her change for the bolder hadn't slackened. He'd heard her named as a fitty even amongst some of the Slytherins (although they said it very quietly), but had never really seen it until she'd replied to his put-down. She was more athletic than slim: a trim body with slender, well built legs and well developed thighs that any man would dream of being between and breasts not large, but pert and rounded. Her hair – her hair would always be a downfall, he reasoned: even if it was long and thick and silky, it would always be that horrid shade of brassy red. Her freckles, too, peppered her nose and cheeks in ample quantities, and her eyes were a disgustingly plain shade of brown. Average, he thought to himself – decidedly average. It was only when Hermione cleared her throat loudly that Draco realised he had been thinking about the Weasley girl for an embarrassingly long amount of time. He made up for the temporary shame by being particularly difficult for the remainder of the lesson.

Dean Thomas tried to sit next to Ginny in the Hall the next morning, but she was having none of it. Instead, she loudly invited Harry to sit there, and spent the remainder of the meal flirting with the oblivious Boy-Who-Lived. Hermione raised an eyebrow but said nothing in front of Ron, much to Ginny's relief. She had just met up with Colin and Luna – her regular fellows in crime and lessons – to head up for Astronomy, when a loud voice reverberated across the corridor, "Weasley! I think you left something behind last night."

She turned to watch in horror as Malfoy produced a skimpy, see-through, lacey red bra.

"I believe this belongs to you?" he smirked.

What did you think? You know what I think? I think that it's really tempting to press the little button saying 'review'...

Just a couple of thank yous:

Katie Moffat – Hope this is more of a taster!

August1 – I'm just getting the hang of writing longer chapters – it's tricky since I have a very busy life at University so don't get much time to write, so it's so much easier so do little snippets.

Stokes – thanks! Hopefully this chappie's just as well spelt and grammatical :)