Chapter Three: Combs: The Key to Love and Revenge

Pansy Parkinson was a mighty good boxer. She had certain... issues and boxing helped to get them out once in awhile. She had a whole room reserved just for her and her boxing.

Just by looking at her, you wouldn't know it. The make up, the clothing, the sluttiness... but underneath all that was a pretty angry girl and a great boxer. This is what Draco had in mind when he went looking for her.

He caught up with her in the dungeons and grabbed her elbow to turn her around and face him. Draco was still clutching his jaw with his other hand and winced when a burning sensation went through his cheek one more time.

SMACK

"Don't scare me like that you jerk!" Pansy screamed at him. Draco raised his eyes to the heavens and moaned in pain. Pansy cleared her throat and straightened out her scandalously short skirt, "What did you want?"

Draco glared at her, not bothering to put on his sexy smirk as it would hurt too much, "I wanted to ask you to do a favor for me."

Pansy grinned and jumped on him, pushing him against the wall and was about to kiss him...

"Gods Pansy! Not that kind of favor..." Draco pushed her backwards and felt ready to puke... so he did, "No, I meant a revenge favor." He grimaced as he realized he had just ruined his new shoes.

"Revenge?" Pansy perked up, ignoring Draco's reaction to her... advances, "On who?"

Draco looked left and right before leaning in, but not too close, and whispering, "Ginny Weasley."

Pansy nodded knowingly, and that settled it all.

"Okay Luna, the key to getting Ron to like you (even if he is going out with Hermione), is to comb your hair," Ginny saluted Luna before pulling the dreaded comb out of her pocket.

Luna and Ginny were in the Out of Order girls' loo, residence of Moaning Myrtle. But they didn't care as Moaning Myrtle was crying her eyes out in her reserved stall. She was head over heels in love with Neville Longbottom and he had rejected her the day before when she had followed him around the hallways in between classes.

Luna looked ready to cry as well and shook her head upon seeing the comb, "No! I won't do it! I can't believe you have that cursed thing! In your pocket no less, Ginny Weasley," Luna was shaking with held in sobs.

Ginny pursed her lips and rolled her eyes. It was just a stupid comb... "Listen Luna," she said in a very strict voice, "Do you want Ron to fall madly in love with you?" Myrtle's cries grew louder at the word love.

Luna nodded silently.

"Then let me comb your hair..." Ginny responded soothingly, "It won't hurt a bit." She reached out with the comb towards Luna's hair.

"NO!" Luna backed away, "I want Ron to love me, but for who I am! Just like Heffalumps and Woosels love their mates for who THEY are... no matter what they look like..."

Ginny ignored the strange animals she had mentioned, "But we're not... those things Luna!"

Suddenly Moaning Myrtle appeared between the two of them. She looked mournfully at Luna and then glared mournfully at Ginny. "You know, Luna here is right Ginny."

"What would you know? You're a ghost!" Ginny yelled, losing her temper. She had just wanted to help out her friend! She was risking her friendship with Hermione for this!

Couldn't people... and ghosts... just give her a break for once?

Moaning Myrtle burst out into another round of tears and floated back to her stall. Luna's big round eyes watered as they stared accusingly at Ginny. She sniffled and chased after Myrtle to comfort her.

"Fine! Be that way!" Ginny shreiked, "But I'm leaving the comb here if you change your mind..." She slammed the comb down and shivered seductively as she caught sight of the engraved snake on the pipe underneath the next sink over. Ignoring it, she walked out of the bathroom.

Ginny leaned against a nearby wall and turned stiff when she heard footsteps coming down the corridor. She thought that the corridor was usually deserted... except for her and Luna that is.

Pansy Parkinson came around the corner and Ginny almost passed out with confusion. Why was SHE down here? But she apparently had a mission as she looked very determined.

Then she tripped and Ginny burst out laughing.

"Oh stuff it," Pansy muttered as she pushed herself back up. "You try walking in these heels..." She motioned towards her shoes that made her as tall as the ceiling. It also gave males the advantage as you could see right up her skirt to her Harry Potter underwear.

Ginny quickly stopped her giggles and asked, "Why are you here?"

Pansy rolled her eyes, "Draco wants revenge on you so I'm here to beat you up..."

"You could just hit me over the head with one of your shoes and I'd be dead in a heartbeat," Ginny suggested. Pansy deeply considered this...

"Nah, it would take too long to take these shoes off and it would be stupid to step on you," Pansy shrugged, "Hey, want to be friends?"

Ginny shrugged and nodded.

And so their friendship began.

"So, is she lying in the Hospital Wing... bruises all over her body? Her nose bleeding perhaps?" Draco asked as Pansy bumped her head on the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room.

"Damn shoes," she muttered, purposely ignoring Draco.

"Well?" he inquired, and flipped his hair so he could examine his nails.

"Um... well..." she thought about how she could explain it, "We're best friends?"

Draco chuckled and frowned, "You ARE kidding, aren't you?" Pansy shook her head regretfully. Draco threw a nail clipper at her head and hoped it poked her eyes out before stomping to his room and sitting down to write a very important letter.

An hour later and he had decided on the color of ink he wanted to write with...

Black.

Dear Father, (he wrote, obviously)

I would like to inform you that Pansy Parkinson has now made friends with the Weasley girl. I thought you would like this information as you've been wanting to get revenge on her family for quite some time ever since that card game with Mr. Parkinson. The cheating scoundrel.

Anywho!

Have fun in the Bahamas with Mum!

Your masculine as hell son,

Draco Malfoy