AN: Revised this CH slightly
"So. Potty, Weasel. Heard you were getting a little friend back. Little ickle Ginny Wesley. So you gonna have the guts to actually put some real moves on the girl this time? Or is The Boy Who Lived gonna still be the Boy Who Didn't Get Laid?" Draco said in his usual bored drawl along with a flicker of amusement.
"Or maybe your red-headed friend didn't think you were good enough for his mousy little sister, perhaps? Although, I agree with him on that, you wouldn't be good enough for anyone, not even a Weasly." He continued.
"Shut up Malfoy, or I'll pound your face in. Now that you don't have your goons around you any more you don't have anyone to save you. You had to know they'd get expelled eventually." Ron said, his face red.
"It's not like I really needed them." Draco said with a dismissive wave of his hand "I mean, they were more of a decoration than anything."
"Rather large, ugly, decorations wouldn't you say?" Purred a voice from behind Draco. Harry and Ron looked with surprise behind Draco.
There stood Ginny.
A new, very different Ginny.
Black hair, still curly framed her face, the tops bright red where her hair was growing. Bright green eyes looked up at them with a gleam of sadistic glee, and crimson-painted lips curved in a wicked smile. She was covered from neck to toes with black leather, hugging every curve, and revealing just enough cleavage to be interesting.
"I mean, I would make a better one, don't you think?" She said, and draped a perfectly manicured hand over Draco's chest, her body curved snugly to his side. She looked back to Harry and Ron, who stared with disbelief.
"Oh, hi you two." She said, before placing a kiss on Draco's cheek, and waltzed off.
"Was that really your sister?" Asked Harry.
"Yes, was that?" Asked Draco, staring at Ginny's retreating form
"I think so..." Ron said with a look of wonderment and confusion on his face.
~*~
Ginny managed to keep herself composed until she got outside of the Great Hall. She then collapsed against the wall, shaking with silent laughter. The looks on their faces! So priceless! She wished she had had a camera. She could not have done that more perfectly; and the look on Draco's face! His was the most hilarious. Almost as if to say "What the hell happened to you?! I like it but I'm really confused!" She got up, and made her way down the hall, managing to stifle her laughter for now.
"Ooh, this is going to be so much fun! Goody Goody, I can't wait!"
"What, praytell, is going to be 'so much fun'?" Said a familiar voice behind her, and she turned to see Draco, propped up against the wall, apparently following her.
Perfect, thought Ginny, smiling just the person I wanted to see.
"You!" She said simply, and pushed him backwards into an empty classroom conveniently behind them. He fell back into a chair, and Ginny paced around him, smiling.
"I have a proposition for you...that I believe you would find most satisfactory."
"Oh really?" Draco said in an interested tone, and leaned back into the chair.
"Yes, really; and this proposition includes humiliating, degrading, and outright dishonoring of Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Pique your interest?"
"Well, yes. What also interests me is the fact that you are going against the people who were once considered pretty close to you."
She swung down onto his lap, and looked into his ice blue eyes.
"Don't question my motives, just listen. My plan is that you and I pretend to have fallen into desperate lust, and we can't keep our hands off each other...at least when Harry and Ron are around...and a little bit around the halls to truly convince people. Not only will it prick Harry's manhood because I have chosen you and not him, (because he obviously will want me back, because he has lost something that was his, and he will want it back simply because of that fact) but his ego will take a punch because it was his arch-rival that got me. Deal?" She asked, forcing a confident smile on her face.
Although she was confident in her speech, inside she was unsure. What if Harry didn't want her back? Then nothing would work. Her thoughts were broken when Draco shifted his position, trying to hide the effects of the close proximity of a warm female body. She stifled a giggle. Well, at least Draco wasn't immune to her newfound "charms".
"Well...the prospect of humiliating Harry is intriguing...but, I have a couple terms of my own. If we are to pull this off, you have to sit at the Slytherin table with me every day, come to me when I ask, and just follow my lead when I do something...like this..."
He leaned foreword, and placed a light kiss on her lips. Ginny jerked back, surprised, but shook it off and placed a smile on her face. She would have to get used to this if she was to do this right; and she would also have to get rid of the annoying tingles that traveled through her body when his lips made contact with hers. She couldn't get involved, least of all with Draco. She would never live it down, and besides...she made a promise to her friends in America. No relationships for a while. It was for her own good. She got up off his lap, and looked down at him.
"Well, does that sound good to you?" He asked, and Ginny nodded, smiling.
"Only, that rule applies to you too. Follow my lead."
Ginny turned, and headed for the door. Just as she was about to walk out, she turned around and looked at him. A slow grin spread across her face.
"See you at dinner Draco. It should be...fun..." And with that, she walked out.
~*~
Harry abruptly pulled away from his lover and smiled nervously.
"Someone's coming." He explained softly. His paramour quickly grabbed the shirt that had been torn off in the heat of their passionate moment. The Lover slipped quietly out a side door as the front portrait opened. Ginny stepped in and without looking up walked to the staircase to the female dorm rooms. Ron walked out from within the male dorm rooms, and called to Ginny.
"Ginny, wait! Harry and I skipped out on class just to see you! What's the deal?"
"Whats the 'deal'? There is no deal. I was simply going up to the dorm rooms to see Hermione. I'm sure she skipped out on class to see me too. If you don't mind...?" Ginny smiled as she thought of the deal she had made earlier.
"I...uh...don't think she's up there. In fact I think she kind of...just left. Sorry." Harry said, biting his lip.
Ginny sighed, wanting to get away from him. She was truly tired now, the time lapse was getting to her now.
"Can I talk to you Ginny? It's important." Harry said.
"Fine. Whatever. Just make it quick." Ginny sighed, and waited. Harry looked at Ron.
"Could you leave please? This is private." He said. Ron turned a bit a red in the face, looking angry at being left out, and walked back to the dorm.
Harry walked up to Ginny, and tried to take her hands in his. She stepped back, crossed her arms, and raised and eyebrow.
"What do you want?"
"Please, go out with me again. I don't know what made you leave, but please, take me back." Harry said, and sounded so genuine that she almost gave in, in her tired state. Then she remembered that day that tore her apart, and she remembered the reason she was here. Harry, seeing the emotions cross her face thought he had won, and walked up to her.
She walked further up to the top of the steps, and when Harry tried to follow, the stairs flattened into a slide and the alarm sounded. He slid down on his stomach, and sat pathetically on the bottom. Ginny laughed, and went into the room. Now she was sure. Everything was working perfectly. She no longer had a doubt in her mind that everything would work out perfectly as planned.
~*~
She woke up from her nap feeling very rested but quite hungry. For a moment, she didn't remember anything, and her surroundings confused her. Then it all came rushing back to her. She yelped and grabbed her robes, ran a brush through her hair and reapplied a light gloss to her lips before heading to dinner which she was late to. When she was at the doors she paused, smoothed the familiar skirt over her hips and opened it.
The candle-light was slightly glaring but Ginny beared it, glancing around. Her gaze met that of Draco. Show time.
"Darling!" Ginny said gaspingly, as if she had only just seen him. Draco grinned, stood and opened his arms. Ginny ran to him, somehow feeling the strange urge to slow down and do this reunion in slow motion. Shaking off the feeling she reached him and through herself into Draco's outstretched arms. He caught her up, and they embraced tightly, Ginny suppressing the pleasant tingling feeling that went up and down her spine, reminding herself that it was all and act; and a cheesy one at that.
The other Slytherins whispered to each other at this sight, but Draco glared at them and their whispering ceased. Ginny pulled away from the embrace, and took the empty seat next to Draco. She spared a glance over to Harry and was quite satisfied to see a look of surprise and resentment on his face. Hermione as well had a look of total surprise. It only fully confirmed her suspicions that she was the one. Especially with that business back in the common room... 'I...uh...don't think she's up there. In fact I think she kind of...just left. Sorry.' yeah right, she knew what was going on.
All through the dinner, Harry kept sending scathing glances over at the Slytherin table, as if death threats to Draco, who was currently running his hand lightly up and down Ginny's thigh, occasionally daring to go a bit beneath the skirt. Ron's eyes seemed permanently glued on the spot where Draco's hand disappeared under the tablecloth, and Ginny was frozen. The lazy path that his hand travelled up her thigh was on fire, and she was stopped cold by the sensations that travelled through her. She felt a slow blush spread across her face, and cursed silently. She hated it when she blushed, everyone could always tell.
"You okay, Ginny darling? Why aren't you eating?" Said Draco in a false tone of concern, with an undertone of mischeif and knowing exactly what was wrong.
"Of course I'm fine, dearest." Ginny said, forceing a sweet smile upon her face. He knew what he was doing to her, and she hated that he knew. He now held an arrogant look on his face, as if he was in total controll, and as if he considered himself some sort of god of desire. Her eyes narrowed. So it was war was it? It was time she showed him exactly who was in charge.
AN:Next chapter is up, rather quickly after the last (we felt that the first was much much too short, we're sorry!) please tell us what you think. And if you like it, as soon as our muses get off their lazy asses, we shall continue. Thank you, and good night.
Holly: You're such a baka Stephanie
Steph: Hush, it sounds "Dramatic"
Holly: No, it sounds idiotic.
Steph: Shut up! You're just filling space so you feel better.
Holly: AM NOT!
Steph: ARE TOO!
(cute tall, red-headed guy we'll call)Red: Ahem...technical difficulties...till later!
-The Twins of Torment
"So. Potty, Weasel. Heard you were getting a little friend back. Little ickle Ginny Wesley. So you gonna have the guts to actually put some real moves on the girl this time? Or is The Boy Who Lived gonna still be the Boy Who Didn't Get Laid?" Draco said in his usual bored drawl along with a flicker of amusement.
"Or maybe your red-headed friend didn't think you were good enough for his mousy little sister, perhaps? Although, I agree with him on that, you wouldn't be good enough for anyone, not even a Weasly." He continued.
"Shut up Malfoy, or I'll pound your face in. Now that you don't have your goons around you any more you don't have anyone to save you. You had to know they'd get expelled eventually." Ron said, his face red.
"It's not like I really needed them." Draco said with a dismissive wave of his hand "I mean, they were more of a decoration than anything."
"Rather large, ugly, decorations wouldn't you say?" Purred a voice from behind Draco. Harry and Ron looked with surprise behind Draco.
There stood Ginny.
A new, very different Ginny.
Black hair, still curly framed her face, the tops bright red where her hair was growing. Bright green eyes looked up at them with a gleam of sadistic glee, and crimson-painted lips curved in a wicked smile. She was covered from neck to toes with black leather, hugging every curve, and revealing just enough cleavage to be interesting.
"I mean, I would make a better one, don't you think?" She said, and draped a perfectly manicured hand over Draco's chest, her body curved snugly to his side. She looked back to Harry and Ron, who stared with disbelief.
"Oh, hi you two." She said, before placing a kiss on Draco's cheek, and waltzed off.
"Was that really your sister?" Asked Harry.
"Yes, was that?" Asked Draco, staring at Ginny's retreating form
"I think so..." Ron said with a look of wonderment and confusion on his face.
~*~
Ginny managed to keep herself composed until she got outside of the Great Hall. She then collapsed against the wall, shaking with silent laughter. The looks on their faces! So priceless! She wished she had had a camera. She could not have done that more perfectly; and the look on Draco's face! His was the most hilarious. Almost as if to say "What the hell happened to you?! I like it but I'm really confused!" She got up, and made her way down the hall, managing to stifle her laughter for now.
"Ooh, this is going to be so much fun! Goody Goody, I can't wait!"
"What, praytell, is going to be 'so much fun'?" Said a familiar voice behind her, and she turned to see Draco, propped up against the wall, apparently following her.
Perfect, thought Ginny, smiling just the person I wanted to see.
"You!" She said simply, and pushed him backwards into an empty classroom conveniently behind them. He fell back into a chair, and Ginny paced around him, smiling.
"I have a proposition for you...that I believe you would find most satisfactory."
"Oh really?" Draco said in an interested tone, and leaned back into the chair.
"Yes, really; and this proposition includes humiliating, degrading, and outright dishonoring of Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Pique your interest?"
"Well, yes. What also interests me is the fact that you are going against the people who were once considered pretty close to you."
She swung down onto his lap, and looked into his ice blue eyes.
"Don't question my motives, just listen. My plan is that you and I pretend to have fallen into desperate lust, and we can't keep our hands off each other...at least when Harry and Ron are around...and a little bit around the halls to truly convince people. Not only will it prick Harry's manhood because I have chosen you and not him, (because he obviously will want me back, because he has lost something that was his, and he will want it back simply because of that fact) but his ego will take a punch because it was his arch-rival that got me. Deal?" She asked, forcing a confident smile on her face.
Although she was confident in her speech, inside she was unsure. What if Harry didn't want her back? Then nothing would work. Her thoughts were broken when Draco shifted his position, trying to hide the effects of the close proximity of a warm female body. She stifled a giggle. Well, at least Draco wasn't immune to her newfound "charms".
"Well...the prospect of humiliating Harry is intriguing...but, I have a couple terms of my own. If we are to pull this off, you have to sit at the Slytherin table with me every day, come to me when I ask, and just follow my lead when I do something...like this..."
He leaned foreword, and placed a light kiss on her lips. Ginny jerked back, surprised, but shook it off and placed a smile on her face. She would have to get used to this if she was to do this right; and she would also have to get rid of the annoying tingles that traveled through her body when his lips made contact with hers. She couldn't get involved, least of all with Draco. She would never live it down, and besides...she made a promise to her friends in America. No relationships for a while. It was for her own good. She got up off his lap, and looked down at him.
"Well, does that sound good to you?" He asked, and Ginny nodded, smiling.
"Only, that rule applies to you too. Follow my lead."
Ginny turned, and headed for the door. Just as she was about to walk out, she turned around and looked at him. A slow grin spread across her face.
"See you at dinner Draco. It should be...fun..." And with that, she walked out.
~*~
Harry abruptly pulled away from his lover and smiled nervously.
"Someone's coming." He explained softly. His paramour quickly grabbed the shirt that had been torn off in the heat of their passionate moment. The Lover slipped quietly out a side door as the front portrait opened. Ginny stepped in and without looking up walked to the staircase to the female dorm rooms. Ron walked out from within the male dorm rooms, and called to Ginny.
"Ginny, wait! Harry and I skipped out on class just to see you! What's the deal?"
"Whats the 'deal'? There is no deal. I was simply going up to the dorm rooms to see Hermione. I'm sure she skipped out on class to see me too. If you don't mind...?" Ginny smiled as she thought of the deal she had made earlier.
"I...uh...don't think she's up there. In fact I think she kind of...just left. Sorry." Harry said, biting his lip.
Ginny sighed, wanting to get away from him. She was truly tired now, the time lapse was getting to her now.
"Can I talk to you Ginny? It's important." Harry said.
"Fine. Whatever. Just make it quick." Ginny sighed, and waited. Harry looked at Ron.
"Could you leave please? This is private." He said. Ron turned a bit a red in the face, looking angry at being left out, and walked back to the dorm.
Harry walked up to Ginny, and tried to take her hands in his. She stepped back, crossed her arms, and raised and eyebrow.
"What do you want?"
"Please, go out with me again. I don't know what made you leave, but please, take me back." Harry said, and sounded so genuine that she almost gave in, in her tired state. Then she remembered that day that tore her apart, and she remembered the reason she was here. Harry, seeing the emotions cross her face thought he had won, and walked up to her.
She walked further up to the top of the steps, and when Harry tried to follow, the stairs flattened into a slide and the alarm sounded. He slid down on his stomach, and sat pathetically on the bottom. Ginny laughed, and went into the room. Now she was sure. Everything was working perfectly. She no longer had a doubt in her mind that everything would work out perfectly as planned.
~*~
She woke up from her nap feeling very rested but quite hungry. For a moment, she didn't remember anything, and her surroundings confused her. Then it all came rushing back to her. She yelped and grabbed her robes, ran a brush through her hair and reapplied a light gloss to her lips before heading to dinner which she was late to. When she was at the doors she paused, smoothed the familiar skirt over her hips and opened it.
The candle-light was slightly glaring but Ginny beared it, glancing around. Her gaze met that of Draco. Show time.
"Darling!" Ginny said gaspingly, as if she had only just seen him. Draco grinned, stood and opened his arms. Ginny ran to him, somehow feeling the strange urge to slow down and do this reunion in slow motion. Shaking off the feeling she reached him and through herself into Draco's outstretched arms. He caught her up, and they embraced tightly, Ginny suppressing the pleasant tingling feeling that went up and down her spine, reminding herself that it was all and act; and a cheesy one at that.
The other Slytherins whispered to each other at this sight, but Draco glared at them and their whispering ceased. Ginny pulled away from the embrace, and took the empty seat next to Draco. She spared a glance over to Harry and was quite satisfied to see a look of surprise and resentment on his face. Hermione as well had a look of total surprise. It only fully confirmed her suspicions that she was the one. Especially with that business back in the common room... 'I...uh...don't think she's up there. In fact I think she kind of...just left. Sorry.' yeah right, she knew what was going on.
All through the dinner, Harry kept sending scathing glances over at the Slytherin table, as if death threats to Draco, who was currently running his hand lightly up and down Ginny's thigh, occasionally daring to go a bit beneath the skirt. Ron's eyes seemed permanently glued on the spot where Draco's hand disappeared under the tablecloth, and Ginny was frozen. The lazy path that his hand travelled up her thigh was on fire, and she was stopped cold by the sensations that travelled through her. She felt a slow blush spread across her face, and cursed silently. She hated it when she blushed, everyone could always tell.
"You okay, Ginny darling? Why aren't you eating?" Said Draco in a false tone of concern, with an undertone of mischeif and knowing exactly what was wrong.
"Of course I'm fine, dearest." Ginny said, forceing a sweet smile upon her face. He knew what he was doing to her, and she hated that he knew. He now held an arrogant look on his face, as if he was in total controll, and as if he considered himself some sort of god of desire. Her eyes narrowed. So it was war was it? It was time she showed him exactly who was in charge.
AN:Next chapter is up, rather quickly after the last (we felt that the first was much much too short, we're sorry!) please tell us what you think. And if you like it, as soon as our muses get off their lazy asses, we shall continue. Thank you, and good night.
Holly: You're such a baka Stephanie
Steph: Hush, it sounds "Dramatic"
Holly: No, it sounds idiotic.
Steph: Shut up! You're just filling space so you feel better.
Holly: AM NOT!
Steph: ARE TOO!
(cute tall, red-headed guy we'll call)Red: Ahem...technical difficulties...till later!
-The Twins of Torment