Wow, you guys, the response I got for that chapter was outstanding. I was really shocked and impressed.

To sporty girl I never wrote a story that was called Draco's Plan, but I did search it and I found three stories that could have been it:

Draco's plan by TheMeshugahGirl reviews

Draco has a plan to finally be rid of Harry once and for all. Will he finally be able to one-up Harry? Read and find out.rnrnRated PG-13 for language and violence in later chapters.
Fiction Rated: T - English - General - Chapters: 1 - Words: 750 - Reviews: 1 - Updated: 2-19-05 - Published: 2-19-05

Draco's plan by Aradia Rose reviews

This is my take on why Draco Malfoy chose to be so rude to Harry just before the Sorting Ceremony. One-Shot.
Fiction Rated: K - English - General - Chapters: 1 - Words: 888 - Reviews: 1 - Updated: 1-11-05 - Published: 1-11-05

Draco's plan by sunsethoriz reviews

It's the Great Hall at breakfast and Ron sits on a cactus placed on his seat, courtesy of Draco Malfoy. 100 words drabble, my first one :)
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - General - Chapters: 1 - Words: 199 - Reviews: 2 - Updated: 11-30-04 - Published: 11-30-04

Thanks for reviewing you guys! I got the best reviews ever. So long, helpful, detailed… thanks.

This might be the last chapter. I'll let you know in the end.

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Harry cursed as another foolish first year stomped on the newly mopped floor with his muddy and dirty shoes. Probably left a trail too.

"Hey, you. Get back here." The little boy turned around, fear written in his eyes.

"What are you doing, stomping around with such filthy shoes as those? Do you have any idea how long it took for me to clean that up?"

"N-no…"

"WELL DO YOU?"

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah, you BETTER be sorry. Just because I'm some poor loser just out of school and was too lazy to turn in a junior job applications, doesn't make me trash. What am I going to do now? Every step that I take is one more notch down from my energy level."

They boy was practically spazzing under him.

"I'm sorry. I'll clean it up for you."

"You will?"

"Y-yes. Just please don't punish me. My mother will kill me."

"All right. But you better have done a good job or else I'll personally make sure you're suspended. And if you tell, I'll promise you expulsion."

Yelping, the boy grabbed Harry's mop and began scrubbing the floor beneath them.

Harry grinned. Just another corridor to skip. He was used to it. That had been the only way him and Ron were able to get some free time.

Now what to do…

He hadn't talked to Hermione for a while, so he reckoned he'll go over and talk with her. He proudly strutted over to Hermione's classroom, but it was deserted. Lavender told him that she wasn't in her room either. So, he took a walk across the room to Ginny's room…

He froze.

There he was, sitting on the stair railing (boys weren't allowed inside girl's dorms) gaping at the scene before him. The first thing he saw was a letter daintily placed on the desk. Then, he saw Ginny.

She was putting on a beautiful dress robe. It must have cost a fortune. It was made of light, delicate, chocolate brown velvety texture and it fit her perfectly. It was custom made. The dress flowed beneath her like the casual wave of the sea. Ginny looked stunning in it for the chocolate color of it brought out her eyes. Harry opened his mouth to talk when he caught sight of her grasping a bottle.

The unmistakable bottle green of that bottle she held was horrifying.

Ventakrum Poinsol

Poison.

Right then, Ginny turned her head, so she was facing Harry. Harry gulped. What was he to say?

Ginny smiled. Relief? Suspicion? Whatever it was, it triggered itself onto him as he lunged forward. He jumped into the room and grabbed hold of Ginny's slim waist.

"GINNY! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING?"

"I'm doing what you think I'm doing. What else?"

"Ginny! Stop! I can't let you do this."

"Harry…"

"No! Don't do it! Whatever it is, I can't let you do this to yourself."

"Harry."

"I love you, Ginny! What is everyone going to do without you?"

"Kiss me."

"Ginny, if it's the last thing I do, I cannot let you- what?"

"Kiss me."

"Gin…"

"Do it. Then, I'll think about it."

Sighing, Harry let go of Ginny's stomach and he pressed his lips on hers.

He kissed her.

He kissed her desperately, needingly, hopefully, full of prayer and begging her not to do it.

When he let go, he held her breath. He could finally say that he kissed someone and saved their life.

Unfortunately, he couldn't.

Her last words were "I thought so," as she stared at Harry's flaming emerald eyes while chugging down the last drop of poison.

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"NO! IT CANNOT BE TRUE. YOU'RE LYING TO ME!"

"Miss Granger, please, calm down."

"SHE WAS THERE A FUCKING MINUTE AGO. WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? SHE CAME INTO MY CLASS TODAY! I SHOULD KNOW! SHE WAS BEING A BITCH AND I WAS BEING A BITCH AND…"

"Miss Granger! Please! Harry found her in middle of action and I have even seen her body. I'm very sorry. This is very hard news for us." Dumbledore said. Sadly. His eyes looked weary and his hair was curlier than ever.

"NO! I DON'T BELIEVE YOU! YOU GUYS ARE FUCKING LYING TO ME! YOU BASTARDS! IT CAN'T BE TRUE!" Hermione screamed. Harry took her arm and pushed her down.

"There's a letter…"

So now, I sit here, drowning in my own tears, wondering when everything went wrong and why I let it go wrong.

It's not anyone's fault. It's mine. And mine alone.

I'm tired of living these lies. I knew I had to face it one day, but now, I'm facing it and it's overwhelming. The shock of what had really gone on is terrifying me, I can't stand to even think of it.

Everyone is just a centimeter from making this their fault. And all of you are right. It was almost your fault. I almost wrote on this little piece of paper that it was Draco, Hermione, Ron, and all my friend's fault, but it wasn't. It was mine for letting this happen to me so don't blame yourself.

Don't y'all feel guilty too. It's done. It's over. Nothing can change now, so learn to live with it. You learned to live without me, and you've BEEN living without me.

For those of you who actually cared about me, I'm really sorry. You have to know that this was not all because of some stupid break-up or some stupid comeback. It was the way I was living my life that killed me. Literally.

So now, I watch from above, or below, and laugh at all you naïve idiots who are running around trying to figure out what to do and forget that there is MUCH more important things than that.

Remember your friends. They last forever. Until this happens and then they are gone. Be there when they need you.

So please, try to remember me. And remember that I tried and tried and failed. Tried again, failed, and then, tried.

And then, I made it. I've reached my destination. This is where I belong and this is where I am. Don't change it. Don't even try. Just sit there. Maybe shed a tear, and then forget it. I'm only a ghost now. I don't exist. Don't grieve and ruin your life over a dead body. It's not worth it. Don't do it Hermione. I love you so much and I can't let you do that to yourself.

Mom, Dad, you've been the best to me. I love you more than anything in this entire world.

Draco.

Have a happy life, y'all.

Love always

Your Ginny.

How could Hermione not do it when it was just written blandly out there that she should have "remembered her friend because they last forever?" How should have been there when Ginny so desperately needed her.

"This is all my fault. And I will take responsibility for it."

"WHAT? HERMIONE! IT SAYS SO ON THE FREAKING PAPER- IT IS NOT ANYONE'S FAULT BUT HER OWN!"

"HOW could you say that when you KNOW that it's OUR fault and that it was US that brought her into that rock bottom she landed on? You KNOW we had SOMETHING to do with it so you might as well just admit it instead of keeping it inside of you for the rest of your LIFE!"

"Well, I'M actually doing what she TOLD us to do instead of doing the exact opposite!"

"Oh really, Draco, how could you be so naïve? Would someone really write: "This is your fault and you will pay" on their suicidal letter? Just think Draco! It IS our fault- there is no denying that! I know it, you know it, and she knew it too! So just-"

"PROFESSOR DUMBLEDORE! OH MY GOSH- YOU WOULD NOT- WHAT- GINNY! I- I- I SAW HER! SHE'S, SHE'S, SHE'S, SHE'S KILLED HERSELF! SHE'S DEAD! I SAW HER DO IT JUST NOW! JUST…" Harry Potter fell into a chair.

"What? So, while I was reading this letter, she was still alive? That- that doesn't make any sense!"

Dumbledore scratched his chin. "Actually, Miss Weasley could have sent out these letters to everyone and then thinking they would spend time opening it took her OWN time doing what the letters explained."

"Then…"

"Then, it means this is my fault that I had been foolish enough to try to communicate with all the teachers and her friends when I actually should have gone to go check on her. So stop the bickering, Draco and Hermione."

"It's not your fault she even thought of doing this, Professor."

"Well, it's my fault it happened. So, that's the end of this discussion. Please… please head back to your own…own…"

And then, for the first time in years, Albus Dumbledore broke down.

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I came to this school as a little eleven year old, bustling and full of pride and energy for getting into this famous and dream school. I could have continued my life as a muggle, becoming valedictorian, becoming some sort of a doctor like my parents, driving, going on blind dates, and then finally meeting death. I chose the path of a witch. Then, I realized that I took a completely different path than what I probably would have. The only similarity is death.

As a first year graduate from Hogwarts, I was beyond gracious and thankful for this job as a teacher. I felt as if my path was fulfilled. I had worked my ass off for seven years and it paid off in the end. Sure, I was loveless and naïve to the teaching world, but I thought I was satisfied.

Until I realized how much love meant to me. There's the "love of your life" love and "love since birth" love. I had thought that finding the right man would be real love. I had been greedy and I know it. I had been wrong for almost the first time in my life.

This is my presentation on Teacher- student relations. You end up learning from them than they learn from you. I, for one, learned about love. A love for a student. And how that can be the most powerful thing that can ever be imagined. So now, I feel I have fulfilled everything. I am done.

I don't think I can stand one more day without knowing that Ginevra Weasley, my best girlfriend, died because of me. I will not survive with all the grief that will torment me for the rest of my life and I should not, will not, and cannot stand in a classroom where she once stood in front of me, her eyes bright and clear, her face glowing and her heart pure. I cannot stand there perfectly normal with that inevitable voice in my head that says that I destructed all of that- that dazzling wonder she was. Being perfect is the worst thing you can ever possibly be and I made her perfect. I made her want to be who she wasn't and I made her need to be that total stranger who was… well, perfect.

I don't know how y'all can ever stand this, but I can't even bear to think of it. That is why I will resign from my position. I don't deserve this job and I don't want this job anymore. I have caused a death of my student and it has hit me how important that love for Ginny was. She had taught me that I shall always have my friends and family, but not always love. That lust and simple attraction. I cannot bear look at all those faces that once used to be part of Ginny's life and have been broken down piece… by piece…

I speak out for all of you who feel the same as I. Do not quit. I may sound like a hypocrite saying that, but it will come to your senses later on. You will realize that I had done this in pure guilt, shame, and unbearable cowardness, but not a single one of you should feel that same way. When I sat on the stool in my first year with that talking hat on me, it began to consider putting me in Ravenclaw. I didn't mind- I mean, they were well known for their brilliant academics. But, in the end, it told me that it sensed a strong pure bravery deep inside of me that was struggling to be released.

I'm afraid I just proved that hat wrong.

I am not brave and I am not strong. This is killing me to write this- no pun intended. I cannot afford making a stupid mistake like I did by choosing a temporary crush for the real person in my life. And being in this school is like an every day reminder of that.

I made a mistake. A stupid, silly, thoughtless mistake that even challenged the Ravenclaw blood in me. I made a mistake like Lord Voldemort made a mistake, I made a mistake like Neville Longbottom committed, and I made a mistake, 100 times worse than the mistake of Draco Malfoy. Everyone makes mistakes I guess. We ARE all human.

But, I can't stand to do that. I am notorious for my perfection. I guess I'll wake up twenty years later and realize that running away from all this by resigning and all was even a bigger blunder, but I don't care now, and I doubt I'll care later.

And now, I leave all of you with the words of my heroine: Ginevra Weasley. "Remember your friends. They last forever. Be there when they need you."

Love always,

Hermione Granger

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"Is she really gone, Professor Dumbledore?"

"I'm afraid so.

"No… no you're lying."

"Draco, do you really think I would lie about this sort of stuff?"

"She left because of Ginny? But Ginny told her not to do it! You know that! You were there!"

"Yes, I know, but as it says so, she couldn't handle it herself"

Draco pushed his face into his hands

"But Draco, I'm not done yet."

"What else could you possibly have? It's OVER! IT'S DONE! I'M RUINED NOW, DUMBLEDORE! I'M TORN! I'M RIPPED, I'M BROKEN, I'M TORN APART, AND I'M FINISHED FOR ETERNITY! I…"

"I get your point, Draco. MY point was that I have good news. You might actually like this…"

"Let me guess, she's hiding in your closet? You only hid her so none of the other kids could find out about her?"

Dumbledore had read most of the letter to the entire school for breakfast that day. It had been moving and when he declared that there were no Defense against dark arts class that day, everyone still went into that classroom, sat down and studied. In memory of Professor Granger.

When Draco was sitting in there, the class began chanting for her. It was odd… very odd and entertaining but in that particular moment, Draco felt the urge and the depth of it.

"We love you, Professor Granger. We love you, Professor Granger. We love you, Professor Granger. We love you, Professor Granger. We love you, Professor Granger. We love you, Professor Granger. We love you, Professor Granger. We love you, Professor Granger. We love you, Professor Granger."

"Draco? As I was saying, your guess was quite close. I'm letting you go, Draco."

"Like you would have anything good for me to- what? Did- did you just tell me that you're letting me go? Go home? Get away from this place? I'm done? I "graduated?" Are you- are you serious? You must be kidding! OH MY GOSH!" Draco bolted from his chair and began circling the office.

"It is true. First of all, you have shown great academic strength, incredibly impressive and ingenious. Secondly, you have improved tremendously, more than I could have ever imagined. You were top of all your classes and I was very proud for you. Third, I feel that you have no need anymore and that you have already learned your lesson. And lastly, I think you should chase after… HER."

Draco stood awestruck in front of him, his jaw dangling below him.

"Her…"

"I have recommended you for a junior job at the Ministry. I don't know where you will be placed but I know you will like it for I gave you my highest respect. Now, she has dropped by in this office before leaving to resign and somehow ended up telling me where she was thinking of heading."

Draco slapped his face. This was unbelievable.

"She was headed off to Italy. I do not know where, but Italy is rather small and in only a while you should be able to find her."

"Thank-thank you. Thank you so much. Thank you- I don't know how much to thank you. You don't know how much- how much this means to me…"

"I think I do. Now go along. Don't eat too much cheese on your pasta and don't ask for more than a cup of coffee there."

"THANK YOU! YOU'RE THE BEST!" They awkwardly stood around

"OH COME HERE YOU!" Draco laughed and threw his arms around Dumbledore in a big manly hug.

"You're very welcome, Draco."

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Okay. So I know that this was a pretty short chapter and it was boring and had really NO PLOT! But! Don't feel bad for reading this chapter because I'm going to wrap everything up in the end WITH a very very very very surprise ending! Well, I'm not sure if you guys will be surprised but I know some of you will and some of you will be quite happy.

So PLEASE don't give up on this story YET because it's going to get better!

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