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Chapter two: The Perfect Plan

As usual, Draco went to the lake after dinner and lay down, relaxing. The lake was a comforting place to him; he had come to the lake everyday since his 3rd year. He sighed and closed his eyes, and was anticipating a few minutes of relaxing, when-

"What are you doing, Malfoy?"

Scowling, he opened his eyes and they immediately widened as a certain red-headed girl came into his view.

"Nothing"

Gulping, Draco backed away from her and walked towards the castle but was stopped by thousands of Ginny's faces. Horrified, he ran where his feet took him, which unfortunately, was the Forbidden Forest. Panicking, he looked around him, and gasped; her uh… many faces had followed him even there. Finally, Draco shouted out,

"I do not think you're cute or pretty! I do not like you! I DO NOT BLOODY THINK ABOUT YOU!"

Gasping and sweating, he woke up and found himself facing Ginny's concerned and rather amused face.

"What was that about?"

Puzzled, Draco asked,

"Why are you still following me? Didn't you hear me?"

"Me… follow you? What are you talking about?"

An even more puzzled Ginny answered back.

"It was all a dream?"

Sighing with relief, Draco smiled happily. Ginny stared at him as if he had grown another extremely alienish head.

"What? I know I'm irresistible, Weasley, but close your mouth and stop drooling"

Draco smirked when Ginny snapped her mouth shut and glared at him.

"I never drooled at you, Malfoy. It's just that I was… astonished that you could actually smile."

Draco's smirk faded.

"I didn't smile; Malfoys never smile."

"Well, then I guess the Draco Malfoy I saw smiling just now was just a copy of you."

Ginny said sarcastically and rolled her eyes.

"I did not smile, Weasley."

"Did too"

"Did not"

"Did too"

"Did not"

"Honestly Malfoy, I never knew you could be so childish."

Ginny scoffed.

"I wasn't being childish. I was just pointing out the truth strongly."

Draco smirked once again.

"Whatever, I'm going. I've had enough with you"

With her chin in the air, Ginny walked towards the door. Draco glared at her back. Suddenly, she turned around.

"Oh, and Madam Pomfrey said that you can go now since you're back in human form, although your brain seems to be stuck in between."

With a slam of the door, she was gone.

Draco glared at the door. How did she always manage leave him with the feeling that he had lost? First with the bat bogey hex, and now this? Malfoys never lost!

He scowled furiously and walked out of the hospital wing. Walking with quick and long strides, he thought of ways to get back at Weasley… And it would be even better if he could torture the Annoying Trio at the same time, too.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he was surprised to find himself in front of the Portrait of a very Snake-like man.

"Butterbeer," Draco snapped.

The so-called Snake-man glared at him, but did not let him enter. He glared back at the man. Why didn't he open the entrance?

"Are you deaf? Butterbeer!"

Still, the Snake-man only glared at him.

"Oh, so you have turned deaf while I was gone?"

Finally, the Snake-man smirked at him.

"No, but the password has changed while you were sprouting your beautiful fur."

If Pansy hadn't bounced on Draco that moment, he would seriously have killed the man. If it was possible to kill a portrait, that is.

"Draco! Where were you? I went to the hospital wing to visit you but you weren't there!"

"Just tell me the password, Pansy."

"Bat-bogey."

"What!"

Draco sent an icy glare at her.

"It's the password, darling."

Pansy smirked.

"Who thought of it?"

"Blaise Zabini."

Forget about murdering the Snake-man; he was going to kill Zabini. He muttered the password to the Snake-man and stormed into the Slytherins' common room. Behind him, Pansy trailed after him chatting in her high-pitched voice.

"Draco! You haven't forgotten that tomorrow's Valentine's day, have you?"

Ignoring her, Draco looked around for Zabini. Finally, he spotted him and was about to make his way towards him. Then suddenly, an idea struck him.

"Tomorrow's Valentine's Day?"

Looking surprised at his interest, Pansy smirked, thought—her seductive charms were finally getting to him.

"Yes, have you got a special plan in your mind for tomorrow?"

Sure he had. It was just that it wasn't a plan for Pansy. It was for a certain red headed girl… Malfoy smirked. That Weasley better watch out.