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A\N: Some things have been said to me, something about how isn't this supposed to be about How to Get into a Girl's Pants and not whether Harry looks better in black or green. I don't get riled up over these things because I never know the real meaning of what's behind my reveiwer's words, but to tell you all, it is about How to get into a girl's pants. I just mentioned the part about the fricking black and green robe for a second there and suddenly you go all yelly telly on me like I'm fricking writing about that. So just to let THAT reviewer know, I take no offense on it, just to not mistaken one subject over another. Now that I am calmed, I'd like to continue with the story and hope that you enjoy it.
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Chapter Five
How to Ask a Girl Out- Draco Malfoy
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Asking the Weasley out, no, the Sexy Weasley, out was taking a very big chance at his social status with the Slytherins, but who really cared? She was, after all, the hottest girl at Hogwarts now. Not that she knew, of course.
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You don't go around telling the person that they're the hottest person there. They just strut around and figure that out which he was sure she's already done and figured out though she's shown no sign of it.
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He's done everything he could in the past few days. He's talked to her, he's forced her to go out with him, and he's even consulted to pumping information from her friends, but that didn't get him any closer to her then he had been the first day he tried.
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That Sexy Weasley, she was playing hard to get. So there was only one more thing to do: do what Scarhead would do.
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What's that? Well honestly, aren't you all Scarhead's fans? No, maybe not, but who else's fan would you be? Draco's? I hardly doubt that since he is no Gryffindor and he is no saint. But hey, he is damn sexy and that's all an excuse you need.
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That afternoon, he barely touched anything on his plate. Two days has already passed and his limit of a week was withering away like a dying rose. If he didn't get her soon, then his perfect record would be ruin and his rebellion against his father would have been for nothing.
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"Having trouble, Draco?" Pansy asked smugly, looking at in Ginny's direction as well. "I told you she wasn't going to be easy."
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"She ISN'T easy," Draco said, putting emphasis on that word. "But that doesn't mean I won't get it. I still have five more days, where's your faith?"
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Blaise downed her cup of juice and set it aside. Her eyes blazed into his. "That Patil girl went out with you after two days and that's been the longest time it's ever taken you of all these girls," she said. "I'm beginning to think you haven't got it in you anymore."
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Draco hissed at her and stood up. He couldn't take their criticism any longer. Yeah, maybe the longest it's ever taken of him to go out with a girl was two days, but a) she wasn't just any girl but a Weasley and b) she was a damned sexy Weasley.
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He got his broom and rode out onto the Quidditch pitch. Scarhead's way of handling things would be to play nice and that's what Draco was going for. He would play nice with the Sexy Weasley and when the time was right, he would ask her out.
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Why not? Playing nice has always got him what he wanted from all the other girls, why wouldn't it work with her?
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Because she's a Weasley, his conscious yelled at the back of his head.
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Draco shook it hard and he even hit it. Ouch, his mind shot back at him.
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"Got what you deserved," he whispered back.
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"I've been waiting for this day," she said from behind him, "when I would hear The Draco Malfoy talk to himself."
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Draco turned sharply and glared at her, but his gaze softened when he realized who it was. "Oh," he said but that was all he could muster because if he said anymore, his cover of playing nice would be destroyed even before it could begin.
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"You know," Ginny said, hovering on her broom just a bit behind his, "I've seen you go after that Snitch and you don't do it very good."
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"Oh?" Draco said through gritted teeth. That was it, he couldn't play nice with her when she didn't want to treat him in the correct way. "And-" he tried to say, but she cut him off.
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"Harry makes me chase after his lost Snitch," Ginny said, scanning the pitch for any glint of gold. "I've become pretty good with it and I'll give you some pointers."
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Score! See? Playing nice gets people what they want even if they were about to go over the edge, but wait a second. "Thought you didn't want to go out with me," he said suspiciously.
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"Good grief!" Ginny yelled. "Malfoy, I'm giving you pointers, I'm not going out with you. Besides, the way you kept eyeing me in the Great Hall, creepy. Stop that would you?"
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"What?" he asked, giving her the old hairy eyeball. "I'm not eyeing anyone. Besides, wouldn't giving me pointers be like treason to your house? I mean, I am the Slytherin seeker, you know."
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"Do you think I'm some sort of dummy?" she asked him, glaring at him now. "I'm not going to give away what Harry knows because a) I don't know it myself and b) I would never do it even if I knew. But what I'm doing, giving you pointers, is just so you won't look like such a fool. Though I'd give anything to see you land on your ass again."
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Draco spotted a gold glint by her head and he smirked. He'll show her who the fool was. He's been a seeker longer than she's searched for Scarhead's Snitch and he didn't need any of her help.
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He swerved his broom around and headed in her direction. As soon as she realized what he was going for, she zoomed after him and the battle for Scarhead's Snitch began.
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Honestly, who would have thought that a Malfoy and a very Sexy Weasley would be flying about on a beautiful day, chasing after something as tiny as Scarhead's Snitch? But then again, who would have thought that a Malfoy, especially him, Draco Malfoy would be playing nice just to get in a girl's pants.
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And why was he trying to get in her pants? To rebel.
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Yes, it's stupid if you think about it, but what other way to anger a father, especially one who was The Lucius, then to sleep with a Weasley? To him, Draco Malfoy, it was the perfect plan.
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Scarhead's Snitch was just beyond his reach and he held his hand out to grab it. Watching Scarhead do it was very easy, but now that he was attempting to grab it, it was impossible. And not to mention that ground that was falling on him very fast. Well, to him it would be falling, but really, he was the one falling to it.
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Anyway, he had to get that Snitch because that very Sexy Weasley was gaining on him. For a chaser, especially her, she was really fast.
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Then like a dream, the Snitch swerved away from him and he had to brace himself so he wouldn't collide with the ground. Amazingly, he stopped just before the broom touched the grass and well, when it stopped, something really dumb happened. He slid off of his broom and onto the ground.
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Also, like a movie, Weasley followed the action and tumbled onto him. They were there, sprawled on the Quidditch pitch, redhead on top of blonde, blonde under redhead. Who could have imagined such a better position than that?
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Honestly, it was kind of like the real thing only with clothes on.
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The light hit them in the right direction and the very sexy Weasley was looking even sexier then before. She was breathing hard from the impact, her red hair loose from the ponytail she had tied it in.
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.
The moment was perfect. It was like the films where the characters are on top of each other and breathing hard. Then before you know it, they begin to make-out like there was no tomorrow.
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.
And that did happen, only not really. The breathing hard was present, but the very Sexy Weasley pulled herself off of him.
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They sat on the ground, brooms slanted in midair not too far away. The very Sexy Weasley looked down embarrassed, afraid to meet his eyes and he knew this was the moment he had been waiting for.
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"Se-Ginny," he said quietly so as not to spoil the moment, "the Valentine dance is coming up in a few days. Want to go with?"
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She swallowed and the action caused Draco to stop breathing. If she said no, then it was all over.
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"I don't like stalkers," she said. "And I definitely don't want to go to the Valentines dance with one."
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His heart sank and he stood up to leave. So much for hope.
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"But I'll think about it," she said and much to his surprise, she was the one who left him standing there alone. Damn she was one sexy and bad Weasley.
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A\N: Oh yeah, and um, the rating for the story is basically PG13, but one chapter, only one chapter will be rated R. Yeah, thanks for reading and remember, smart people review and lilazndreamer, I shall check out your new story soon enough. Also, I'd like to add this, Edison Chen is one sexy guy!
.
.
A\N: Some things have been said to me, something about how isn't this supposed to be about How to Get into a Girl's Pants and not whether Harry looks better in black or green. I don't get riled up over these things because I never know the real meaning of what's behind my reveiwer's words, but to tell you all, it is about How to get into a girl's pants. I just mentioned the part about the fricking black and green robe for a second there and suddenly you go all yelly telly on me like I'm fricking writing about that. So just to let THAT reviewer know, I take no offense on it, just to not mistaken one subject over another. Now that I am calmed, I'd like to continue with the story and hope that you enjoy it.
.
.
Chapter Five
How to Ask a Girl Out- Draco Malfoy
.
.
Asking the Weasley out, no, the Sexy Weasley, out was taking a very big chance at his social status with the Slytherins, but who really cared? She was, after all, the hottest girl at Hogwarts now. Not that she knew, of course.
.
.
You don't go around telling the person that they're the hottest person there. They just strut around and figure that out which he was sure she's already done and figured out though she's shown no sign of it.
.
.
He's done everything he could in the past few days. He's talked to her, he's forced her to go out with him, and he's even consulted to pumping information from her friends, but that didn't get him any closer to her then he had been the first day he tried.
.
.
That Sexy Weasley, she was playing hard to get. So there was only one more thing to do: do what Scarhead would do.
.
.
What's that? Well honestly, aren't you all Scarhead's fans? No, maybe not, but who else's fan would you be? Draco's? I hardly doubt that since he is no Gryffindor and he is no saint. But hey, he is damn sexy and that's all an excuse you need.
.
.
That afternoon, he barely touched anything on his plate. Two days has already passed and his limit of a week was withering away like a dying rose. If he didn't get her soon, then his perfect record would be ruin and his rebellion against his father would have been for nothing.
.
.
"Having trouble, Draco?" Pansy asked smugly, looking at in Ginny's direction as well. "I told you she wasn't going to be easy."
.
.
"She ISN'T easy," Draco said, putting emphasis on that word. "But that doesn't mean I won't get it. I still have five more days, where's your faith?"
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.
Blaise downed her cup of juice and set it aside. Her eyes blazed into his. "That Patil girl went out with you after two days and that's been the longest time it's ever taken you of all these girls," she said. "I'm beginning to think you haven't got it in you anymore."
.
.
Draco hissed at her and stood up. He couldn't take their criticism any longer. Yeah, maybe the longest it's ever taken of him to go out with a girl was two days, but a) she wasn't just any girl but a Weasley and b) she was a damned sexy Weasley.
.
.
He got his broom and rode out onto the Quidditch pitch. Scarhead's way of handling things would be to play nice and that's what Draco was going for. He would play nice with the Sexy Weasley and when the time was right, he would ask her out.
.
.
Why not? Playing nice has always got him what he wanted from all the other girls, why wouldn't it work with her?
.
.
Because she's a Weasley, his conscious yelled at the back of his head.
.
.
Draco shook it hard and he even hit it. Ouch, his mind shot back at him.
.
.
"Got what you deserved," he whispered back.
.
.
"I've been waiting for this day," she said from behind him, "when I would hear The Draco Malfoy talk to himself."
.
.
Draco turned sharply and glared at her, but his gaze softened when he realized who it was. "Oh," he said but that was all he could muster because if he said anymore, his cover of playing nice would be destroyed even before it could begin.
.
.
"You know," Ginny said, hovering on her broom just a bit behind his, "I've seen you go after that Snitch and you don't do it very good."
.
.
"Oh?" Draco said through gritted teeth. That was it, he couldn't play nice with her when she didn't want to treat him in the correct way. "And-" he tried to say, but she cut him off.
.
.
"Harry makes me chase after his lost Snitch," Ginny said, scanning the pitch for any glint of gold. "I've become pretty good with it and I'll give you some pointers."
.
.
Score! See? Playing nice gets people what they want even if they were about to go over the edge, but wait a second. "Thought you didn't want to go out with me," he said suspiciously.
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.
"Good grief!" Ginny yelled. "Malfoy, I'm giving you pointers, I'm not going out with you. Besides, the way you kept eyeing me in the Great Hall, creepy. Stop that would you?"
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.
"What?" he asked, giving her the old hairy eyeball. "I'm not eyeing anyone. Besides, wouldn't giving me pointers be like treason to your house? I mean, I am the Slytherin seeker, you know."
.
.
"Do you think I'm some sort of dummy?" she asked him, glaring at him now. "I'm not going to give away what Harry knows because a) I don't know it myself and b) I would never do it even if I knew. But what I'm doing, giving you pointers, is just so you won't look like such a fool. Though I'd give anything to see you land on your ass again."
.
.
Draco spotted a gold glint by her head and he smirked. He'll show her who the fool was. He's been a seeker longer than she's searched for Scarhead's Snitch and he didn't need any of her help.
.
.
He swerved his broom around and headed in her direction. As soon as she realized what he was going for, she zoomed after him and the battle for Scarhead's Snitch began.
.
.
Honestly, who would have thought that a Malfoy and a very Sexy Weasley would be flying about on a beautiful day, chasing after something as tiny as Scarhead's Snitch? But then again, who would have thought that a Malfoy, especially him, Draco Malfoy would be playing nice just to get in a girl's pants.
.
.
And why was he trying to get in her pants? To rebel.
.
.
Yes, it's stupid if you think about it, but what other way to anger a father, especially one who was The Lucius, then to sleep with a Weasley? To him, Draco Malfoy, it was the perfect plan.
.
.
Scarhead's Snitch was just beyond his reach and he held his hand out to grab it. Watching Scarhead do it was very easy, but now that he was attempting to grab it, it was impossible. And not to mention that ground that was falling on him very fast. Well, to him it would be falling, but really, he was the one falling to it.
.
.
Anyway, he had to get that Snitch because that very Sexy Weasley was gaining on him. For a chaser, especially her, she was really fast.
.
.
Then like a dream, the Snitch swerved away from him and he had to brace himself so he wouldn't collide with the ground. Amazingly, he stopped just before the broom touched the grass and well, when it stopped, something really dumb happened. He slid off of his broom and onto the ground.
.
.
Also, like a movie, Weasley followed the action and tumbled onto him. They were there, sprawled on the Quidditch pitch, redhead on top of blonde, blonde under redhead. Who could have imagined such a better position than that?
.
.
Honestly, it was kind of like the real thing only with clothes on.
.
.
The light hit them in the right direction and the very sexy Weasley was looking even sexier then before. She was breathing hard from the impact, her red hair loose from the ponytail she had tied it in.
.
.
The moment was perfect. It was like the films where the characters are on top of each other and breathing hard. Then before you know it, they begin to make-out like there was no tomorrow.
.
.
And that did happen, only not really. The breathing hard was present, but the very Sexy Weasley pulled herself off of him.
.
.
They sat on the ground, brooms slanted in midair not too far away. The very Sexy Weasley looked down embarrassed, afraid to meet his eyes and he knew this was the moment he had been waiting for.
.
.
"Se-Ginny," he said quietly so as not to spoil the moment, "the Valentine dance is coming up in a few days. Want to go with?"
.
.
She swallowed and the action caused Draco to stop breathing. If she said no, then it was all over.
.
.
"I don't like stalkers," she said. "And I definitely don't want to go to the Valentines dance with one."
.
.
His heart sank and he stood up to leave. So much for hope.
.
.
"But I'll think about it," she said and much to his surprise, she was the one who left him standing there alone. Damn she was one sexy and bad Weasley.
.
.
A\N: Oh yeah, and um, the rating for the story is basically PG13, but one chapter, only one chapter will be rated R. Yeah, thanks for reading and remember, smart people review and lilazndreamer, I shall check out your new story soon enough. Also, I'd like to add this, Edison Chen is one sexy guy!