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What Else is There to Say?

"Hello everyone, I see you're here for the Heads meeting." Dumbledore started. Both students nodded 'yes' before Dumbledore began talking again. "Well, then, to start this meeting. We are in a special situation. Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Weasley, I'm sure you are aware of what I'm talking about."

"Actually Professor," said Draco, "I'm not quite sure I do. I know of the events that happened last year, but other than that I'm not really sure as to why Weasley is Head Girl."

"Ms. Weasley, would you care to explain this?" asked McGonagall.

"Um…well…" Ginny began, "Last year, after beginning at Gortwith's, my professors noticed that I did my work with great ease, and seeing as I spent my free time, in the beginning at least, in the library, they began teaching me things that I would learn in my 6th year to put me ahead. We didn't know if, at the time, I would be staying there for the next year or not and so if I was, they planned on moving me to 7th year. Krinkel talked to Dumbledore when it was decided that I was coming back, and so I was still advanced into my 7th year early. Only after that, am I lost as to what to tell you. I really don't know."

"You see, as we began to sift through all of the possible advocates for Head boy and Girl, we were able to round them down to you, Draco, for Head Boy and Hermione Granger and you, Ginny for head Girl." Snape stated.

"We were at a loss for what to do. We had to look over each of your past efforts to see who could better the job." McGonagall cut in. "Ms. Granger is an obvious choice because she excels at her studies, and is smart, always reading something or another. But as far as student connection, we didn't see much. Other than study tips, Ms. Granger isn't very social outside of Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley. You on the other hand,"

"You excelled at you studies without ever needing to study. You often visited the library, but it wasn't ever to study. It was to converse with friends or to have a quiet place to read. We spoke with some professors from Gortwith's and also the Headmaster. They said that after you were comfortable, you were very social. Often causing some type of trouble but never missing a class, always excelling in your schoolwork and helping out the younger students when they needed it, weather they would tell anyone or not everyone liked you." Dumbledore finished.

"So you're saying that because I've gotten social and I'm smarter than Hermione I got Head Girl." Ginny looked over at the professors.

"In a very crude sense, yes." Snape told her.

"Awesome, so what duties do we need to attend to and other such bullsh-stuff…?" asked Draco.

At the carriages-

Ginny stepped into the carriage and slammed the door in Hermione's face when she tried to enter.

"I don't want to be anywhere near you, and if you try to open this door I'm going to beat the muggle shit out of you." Ginny said to her through the window.

"You know, if you don't quit pissing off the MB then you're likely to be stuck with me more and more." Draco told her pointedly.

"What do you want, Malfoy?"

"This is the only open carriage that doesn't have the Dram Team in it, and I don't plan on sitting in that one. So unlock the door like a good little Mental Case and we'll all be ok."

"I may be a mental case but at least my hair doesn't look like the result of peroxide being poured on my head."

"Ah, I see you have a backbone these days."

"Good of you to notice something other than my ass, Malfoy."

"I didn't notice only your arse. I noticed plenty of other appendages as well."

"Shut up! If you EVER mention my other appendages then be sure to know yours WILL go missing!"

The rest of the ride was in silence, and soon Ginny was back-handing Draco for him trying to exit the carriage first. As Ginny got out, she walked up the steps to the castle and into the Great Hall, only to realize she didn't know where to sit.

Looking around for McGonagall, Ginny gave up and went to the front of the hall as people were beginning to sit down at their house tables. She walked up the stool and picked up the hat, putting it on her head.

Instead of the hat talking to her, and her only, the hat shouted as never before.

"WEASLEY!" it shouted, than began talking more quietly, but still loud enough for the now silent hall to hear. "You've changed, and as I was told, you'll do much better in another house. Still brave, yes, and smart, but now also full of secrets and sneaky ways…hmm….I doth protest that thee will liketh thy house ye will now be in till death. Thy past will bound thee, and thy sinful ways are to unfold. But now or never will those horrid tales be told if ye say not to the Snake King 'NO'."

As the hat finished its prophecy, an unlikely thing coming from a hat, the Headmaster stood and faced all of the quiet students. He then began a speech unlike his others ever during his time at Hogwarts.

"Ms. Weasley, please take off the hat and go sit with your now rightful house of Slytherin. Hogwarts students, new and old listen now. I would like to welcome back. Ginny Weasley to our school, and I trust that you will welcome her with open arms, if not understanding ones. To what our faithful hat has just said, is her business and hers alone, so please leave it as such? Please, have a great year, and remember that, even with the war over, it is still not wise to visit the Forbidden Forest, and its name shall be the rule. Most products produced by Fred or George Weasley, are not allowed, and many other things are not either. For the full list of 2,879 products not allowed on campus you may see Mr. Flitch as I'm sure he'd be more than obliged to give one to you. Ms. Norris is still not to be touched, and any who try to do so this year without good intentions are in for a nasty surprise. Please keep out of any trouble this year, as I'm sure your parents are no longer pleased to have to come for a parents meeting. Anyone breaking these rules will have two weeks detention in the course they are currently doing the worst in. Now, as my speech this year was a bit early, I hope that you dig into your food as soon as the last new student has been sorted. Have a great year, and remember, my door is always open, as is your head of houses'." As Dumbledore finished and sat down, McGonagall took it as cue to begin the sorting and did so.

In the Common Room-

Whispers followed Ginny all the way down to her new common room, which she was led, to her thought misfortune, by Draco.

"Slytherins, listen up. If you need to whine and babble about some lost object or a girl that broke your heart, do it to someone who will actually care and pay attention to your sorry ass excuse of a self, alright. Upper classmen aren't going to give a bloody hell about it. If someone in another house bothers you, beat the shit out of them. Do it smart, and undetectably, if you don't know how to get revenge on them, then you may come and ask the advice of an upperclassmen. If it is a Gryffindor, you better get revenge or I will personally beat the bloody hell out of you, and trust me, no one will ever know it was me. Piss me off badly enough, and you're likely to not be found for a couple of days, if ever again. The password is scorching squid and you better not tell or forget it. If it changes, well you better hope someone is kind enough to tell you, because I won't. You are to never speak to me unless spoken to, and if you approach me without being escorted from someone I actually speak to, then you will end up in the hospital wing. Better yet, if you approach me, make sure I know you're going to do so before hand, just to be safe. You better do not give Slytherin a bad reputation for having bad marks or you will be seeing the end of my wand, and your parents will find out before you do that you're doing badly. You better never sit in my spot or I am likely to kick you a nice beating for the hell of it. You better always fear and respect me, and the head girl. Before I let her have a word with you, I must inform you that my door is never open for idle chit chat. Now then, Weasley, any thing you'd like to add?"

"Unlike the colossal prick standing next to me, I'll help you in your studies, but for the most part, just leave me alone. I'm also not much up for classes, and if by some miracle you catch me ditching and tell, I'll sick dickhead over here on you. Have a good seven years and don't lose the big it until at least fifth or sixth year."

With that all of the first years, as well as a few seventh years who loved watching Draco torture them went into the common room.

"You shouldn't have called me a prick in front of the little fuck heads." Draco told Ginny.

"Oh really, and why's that?" she replied.

"Because now I'm going to have to get you for it." Ginny raised an eyebrow at him, and he simply continued with, "Come on, I'll show you where the head dorms are."

"I don't need your help, I know where they are."

"And how's it that you know where they are?"

"I've been there, and practically lived there my fifth year. So how's it that you know where they are?"

"I've had sex in them before."

"Good to know." Ginny started walking in the general direction of the head dorms.

The head dorms were on the third floor, behind a portrait of fire nymph.

"Hello…Ginny, you're back! Oh, I missed you so much last year, Randy said you just up and disappeared, what happened to you?" said the nymph.

"I transferred to Gortwith's, in America. I've missed you too, Anne. But this year, I'm head girl."

"Oh I'm so proud of you….that Granger girl was supposed to be head girl wasn't she? What happened to her?"

"Weasley here skipped sixth year. Granger got the 'go to jail, do not pass go and do not collect 200$' card and Ginny got the 'pass go and collect 200$' card." Draco said gaining an awed stare from Ginny.

"You've played monopoly." Ginny stated.

"Yes. Once with my uncle, when I was four. I was staying at his house while my mother and father were in France for Christmas. Can we go in now?"

"Uh, yeah, sure; Anne?"

"I need to know what the password will be before I can let you in." she replied.

"Pourquoi l'a-t-elle fait" mumbled Draco.

"What did you say?" asked Ginny, turning around.

"Demandez-lui moi ne peut pas dire." Anne told Draco.

"Ok, I'm now lost." Ginny said nonchantly.

"You're password will be se produire, ok?"

"What does that mean?"

"It's French, ask Draco." With that Anne opened the portrait for them, and Draco and Ginny walked in.

"What did she mean by that?" Ginny asked Draco, while flopping onto the couch.

"By what?"

"By 'ask Draco, he's French'. That's what."

"I don't know, ask her. You two seem to be so damn chummy."

Ginny walked over to him, making him back up into a wall of books. "Why don't you just tell me what 'se produire' means and I'll leave you alone."

Draco grabbed Ginny by her arms and flipped her around, so she was pinned up against the bookshelf. "Who says I want you to leave me alone?" he whispered hotly in her ear.

She knew what he was trying to do, just like he knew what she was trying to do. "Good point." Ginny looked him in the eyes while thinking, 'He won't be expecting it. I should just do it, Lokani would be proud of me for it. Hell, the worst he could do is never speak to me again.'

Before Draco knew what was happening, he was immersed in a passionate kiss with Ginny. He explored every bit of her mouth with his tongue, as she explored his with her tongue. Before long, they found themselves falling onto the couch.

Draco had gotten off Ginny's shirt. Ginny took off his shirt, flipping Draco so that she was on top of him. Ginny kissed her way down to Draco's belt buckle, noticing the bulge in his pants, but not stopping to let him know that. After Ginny managed to get off Draco's belt buckle, she unzipped and took off Draco's pants, while putting him into a sitting position and getting onto her knees. Ginny quickly stood up, earning a confused look from Draco. She slowly took off her own pants, and sat in his lap, kissing him with utter passion. Ginny could feel just how much she was affecting Draco, and when she heard him make a growling noise in the back of his throat, she stood up, picked up her discarded clothing, and turned around to look at Draco.

"I do believe that it's getting late, goodnight Draco." With that Ginny walked up the small set of stairs and into the furthest of three doors, all with Draco watching her.

"I will get you. Damn it, my balls…" Draco got up, grabbed his clothes with malice and walked into his own room. "I get her for that." He said before offing all his clothes and getting into a very cold shower.

Authors note: Well, if you were expecting sex, it'll have to wait. Ginny is not going to be a slut in my story, although she will be having sex in it. And just think, you got to read about Draco and his lovely penis, or at least I bet it's lovely….then again, penis' are kind of weird. Oh well…I don't think you care so it doesn't matter much. If you like it, go ahead and review, but you're not obligated to.