Ginny's real name is Ginevra; I call her Virginia.

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Down With Sin

I: The (Not So) Good Girl

(Ginny's P.O.V.)

I rolled my eyes as Professor Snape droned on and on about some damned beauty potion. "Instead of yakking about it, why don't you use it on yourself? That would do us ALL a bit of good." Beside me, Colin Creevey stifled a chuckle.

Instantly, Snape's eyes were on us. "And just what, pray-tell, is so funny, My. Creevey?"

Feeling Colin tense (not to mention seeing Snape's eyes gleamat the prospect of taking away points), I put on my sweetest smile and spoke up.

"So sorry, Professor. We were merely discussing the effects of the potion. Though you must admit, it DOES seem rather hilarious to imagine someone to have slicked-back hair and a pink frilly dress on." Was that a smile I just saw? Holy, shit – the world's ending!

"Five points for talking in class, Weasley. And five for laughing at her crazed antics, Creevey."

That's it? Hell, he'll be taking off a lot more when I get through… The smirk on my face would be enough to make Malfoy proud of me.

"Of course, sir. It won't happen again," Colin and I chorused. Colin looked at me quizzically and I picked up my wand and 'sneezed'; I gestured, silently, towards the front of the room.

"Bloody hell!" Colin cried.

"Mr. Creevey, is there a problem?" Snape ground out? This gained the attention of the entire class, which promptly fell out laughing.

Picture this: Snape in a frilly pink dress wth slicked back hair piled on top of his head. The arse must've thought that I actually meant going touching Harry's head or going near Mr. Draco I'm-A-Prat- Malfoy. Um, can we say, 'Hell no?'

"Excuse me, Professor?" I gave him this innocent confused look. "It seems that your beauty potion has backfired on you." Realization dawned on his face.

"WEASLEY! GET OUT!" Snape roared.

"What? I didn't do anything!" Nope. It's all in the wrist. The wand did the rest. He he.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on the back of my robes. A tingle ran down my spine as I looked up into stormy gray eyes. Hold it, gray eyes? I gave my captor a 'what-the-hell-are-you-doing?' look.

Draco Malfoy looked at me and sneered. "Getting you out of class, what else?" Pause. "We could hear you down in McGonagall's room. Everyone thought the smart Weasleys – the ones who left the swamp – were back. Of course, Weasel-king thought he was being called. Wanker." His hand released my robes.

It was then that I realized that we were walking through the corridor. "Where are we headed?"

"The Head dorms, where else?" Malfoy snorted, still somehow managing to sound dignified… Lucky bastard. I try it and sound like I'm dying. "Guess I gave you too much credit, thinking you were smart enough to realize that. Hell, I shouldn't have given you any credit at all… When we get to the dorms, you're going to wait out in the Commons for Granger. I don't have access to her room – thank Merlin – and don't want you contaminating mine."

"Not like I would want to see your room, anyway. You've probably got some snakes lurking in cracks in there, or are some secret Hufflepuff or Gryffindor supporter or something."

"About as much as you support Slytherin."

…

Wow. That's funny, seeing as my favorite colors are Slytherin colors. Creepy, huh?

"You know, I could just go ahead and knock you out right now. Nobody'd be worried – they'd think you were shagging someone." I grinned and tongued one of my canines. "It wouldn't bother me in the least… I would be living with free access to your closet. I look rather nice in green, if I do say so myself."

Malfoy stepped toward me, and I looked around. 'How long have I been by this wall?' I wondered, idly. He put his hands on my waist and leaned forward, hot breath tickling my face. 'Oh my God, he's gonna kiss me, he's gonna kiss me, he's gonna kiss me!'

Suddenly, he stepped back and smirked at my flushed expression. "You'd have to catch me first."

I looked down and then back up at his face and sneered. "Can't seem to keep you hands off of me, can you, Malfoy?" His hands immediately disappeared from my waist.

"You know you liked it," he drawled, running his hands through my hair. Seemingly realizing what he was doing, he stopped and strode toward the door. "You're not as… 'sweet'… as everyone thinks you are." Before exiting, he turned back toward me. "That's just how I like them… oh, and Weasley? Don't get your knickers in a knot. Nothing happened."

I stared at his retreating back. 'That's what you think, Malfoy. That's what you think.'

"You're not as bad as you think you are, Malfoy," I called. Without looking back, he raised a hand, supposedly waving me off.

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Oh, yeah. Welcome to my wigged-out life.

Hold it. What did he mean That's just how he likes them?

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