Chapter 4 : The unveiling of the Plan

Draco sat in one of the green chairs in the Slytherin common room. He took one of his school textbooks to get some extra work done. There was no way he was going to get Frizzy Mudblood beat him this year.

He had barely opened it when he heard someone speak the password: "blood and gore".

He watched as one of his fellow Slytherins entered the common room, his long brown hair swept into a neat ponytail. He walked towards Draco and took a seat opposite him.

"Draco," he greeted him.

"Brock," Draco replied.

He looked at Draco testily. A smile spread across his lips.

"How's the bet coming along?"

"Do you really have to ask? I told you Brock, Malfoy's never lose a bet."

"I beg to differ. I think that Platinum Nimbus 3000 will be mine by the end of the year. I've already made space in my closet for it, and I do not intend to leave it empty."

"Well I'll be sure to get you a consolation prize. Weasley's already on a first name basis with me and we only talked for about an hour. She'll be in my bed by Christmas vacation."

"That confident?"

"Even more. I have this all planned out in my head. I know her move before she makes it."

"Yes, well, she's not one of your whores if you haven't noticed. She won't be bowing down to your feet. That girl worships the ground Potter walks on. She only sees him and no-one else."

"I know that and I'm going to use it to my advantage."

At this Brock looked intrigued. "Exactly how are you going to do that," he questioned.

"I'm not going to tell you. I'm not some idiot. Mind you, my plan is going to work. I know my way around the Weasley. She may have changed, but she is a Weasley at heart.'

"Very well then. Let's say we drink to it." Brock offered picking out a bottle of brandy from the ground.

"I say pour me a glass."

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Draco woke up with a terrible headache. It felt like his head was being hit by the beaks of 10 000 cockatrices. He slowly got up and got his green and silver bathroom robe. He turned around and looked at his bed. There were two Slytherin girls lying in his bed, completely naked.

"What the hell did I do last night?!" he spoke to himself. "Think Draco, think."

But it was useless. His mind was completely blank. The only thing he remembered was the conversation between him and Brock, and then the brandy.

"What else is new?" he spoke to himself.

He quickly performed an anti-hangover charm and got ready for classes. Lucky for him he had potions first and Snape wouldn't dare punish him.

He brushed his hair back and headed out the door leaving the two girls in his room to clean up.

He made his way down to the great hall for breakfast. Frankly he hated Hogwarts' food. It was nothing compared to what he ate at Malfoy Manor. To Weasley and Potter it was gourmet, but he, thankfully, knew better.

He sat at his usual seat at the table. Breakfast had already been laid out for him, but he wasn't in the least bit hungry. He looked over at the Gryffindor table. There was his target. She looked so miserable sitting there, watching Chang feed Potter his scrambled eggs. This was working out exactly to his advantage.

He sat listening to the conversations of the other Slytherins. He was bored out of his mind, as usual. The fools had nothing better to talk about than the speculation of having the Yule Ball this year. As always the conversation was shallow and useless. He tuned out occasionally replaying his plan in his mind. First he had to gain her friendship, which he had already started doing on the train. But he still had a lot of work to do before he could really start working on her.

Snape had told him earlier that the youngest Weasley had been promoted a year. Snape wasn't very thrilled about this but to Draco it was exactly what his plan had called for. The more he saw of her, the closer he could get to her.

In the distance he heard the faint cries of owls. The morning post had arrived. He looked up as he saw his pure white snow owl swoop down towards him and drop the post onto the table. He flipped through it lazily.

Letters form Harriett, Flora, Catharine and Joanne. They never wasted any time. It always got on his nerves.

He also noticed a letter from his father and made a note to check it after classes. And as usual there was a copy of the Daily Prophet. His father always encouraged him to be 'up to date' on the happenings in the wizarding world.

The bell rang for the start of classes. He got up from the table and made his way out of the Great Hall. He could hear his name being called out in the distance, "Drakie, Drakie!"

Oh no, Not Pansy. He had to get away from her. His plan would be so much easier if he didn't have hear breathing down his neck.

He started quickening his pace as he walked towards the Dungeons for Potions. He felt a hand on his back.

"Hey Draco," someone greeted.

He turned around agitated. "Look Pansy, I don't have time-" He stopped in the middle of his sentence. This wasn't Pansy. This was Weasley. Now to put his plan into action.

"Hello Gin." He smiled. It was extremely difficult to pretend to actually be happy to see her.

"Have you got Potions now?" she asked.

"Yes. Do you want to walk with me?"

"Sure," she agreed. He smiled.

Just as he thought.

XX

Professor Snape was busy talking about Honesty Potions.

"Right now take your cauldrons out. I see you've got a new one there Mr Longbottom. Be sure not to blow it up this time. I have already put out the ingredients to the Potion on the side of your desks. Please work with your partner and check to see if you have them all. I will call them out."

Draco yawned. They had been over these things three times last year. He had more productive things to do with his time.

He turned to look at little Weasley sitting next to him. "So Gin," he began with a friendly tone that sickened him to the core, "How's Potter been lately?"

He saw her face turn grave. She quickly looked away. "Shouldn't we be listening to Professor Snape?" she asked trying to divert the topic of the conversation.

"Oh don't worry about the old bat. He won't say anything. I'm his 'prized' student, remember?"

"So I've heard," she stated.

"Well, you've heard the truth. So, back to my question, how's Potter been lately?"

"How should I know? And why do you care May I ask?"

Draco shrugged. "He just seems preoccupied. Every time I spot him he's locking lips with Chang."

Her lips grew thin and she winced. He had apparently found the right button to push.

"How does that make you feel?" he continued in his best imitation of his psychiatrist.

"What does it matter Malfoy? No one cares."

"I care. And it does matter," he told her his face full of concern.

He was good. Master of deceit.

She looked up at him, eyes doubting for a moment. She searched his face for any sign that reminded her of the old Malfoy, anything that told her not to confide in him. She could find none.

He looked down at her. He saw her eyes fill with tears. She was doing just as he wanted her too. She was going to confide in him.

"You want to know how it makes me feel? It makes me feel-" The bell signaling the end of Potions rung, blocking out the last few words of her sentence.

"Pardon," Draco asked confused.

She shook her head. "Nothing, nothing Draco. I have to go. I'll talk to you later." A tear ran down the side of her cheek. She hurried out of the classroom, her red, fiery hair swinging as she ran.

Damn that bell! He internally yelled.

He gathered his books and headed out of the classroom. Next he had transfiguration and there was no way McGonagall would allow him to talk in her classroom.

He had to wait before he found out what was bothering the little Weasley, before he could put his plan into action.

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Yes, Yes. I threw you guys a curveball. I still say ch3 was my fav, but this one's okay too. I hope you guys aren't pissed off by the new direction of the story. Ginny fans, pleases don't be mad at me. I'm not making Ginny an ass, ok? You'll be surprised at what happens later in the fic.

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