A/N: Fourth chapter! It seems that I end up writing about one chapter per month. Sorry people but that's the best I can do. I'm still grounded. I've passed eighth grade with flying colors, finally graduated, and am on to preparing for next years…gods no. This is my last chapter before the summer. I'm going to a hellhole without a computer. Sorry if this chapter seems a bit rushed.

Disclaimer: Yes I keep forgetting it…but I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters, contents, and so on.

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Chapter No. Four

Seducing Blaise…and Not Quite Succeeding

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So it was decided. She would tickle him. Besides, Malfoy looked like one of those people that were like logs when they slept. Nothing could wake them up. Or maybe it could. Either way, she silently tiptoed up to his bed and knelt. As her hands gingerly touched his chest, there was a flash of movement.

Suddenly Ginny found herself pinned underneath a warm body, a cold hand clutching her wrist tightly, and staring at those steel-gray eyes. "As the Hogwart's motto says," he whispered coldly, "never tickle a sleeping dragon."

"Now tell me Weasley," Draco continued, not loosening his grip one bit. "What the flying fuck are you doing?" ((A/N: Flying fuck. Sorry couldn't resist. Read it in another fic and have been using it ever since.))

"Er…um…" Ginny's mind was a barren wasteland as she stared at that oh-so-distracting chest, which was conveniently at eye level. Since her brain was currently out of action, her mouth said the best thing it could, "Painting?"

Draco raised an eyebrow, rendering Ginny's mouth useless as well, as it went dry. "Painting? I think not. I don't happen to see a brush in your hand. And unless my chest is the wall, then I'm positive you were doing something else."

"But I was painting, that is until I got distracted." Ginny's hand was throbbing due to the cutoff in circulation. "Er, could you let go of my hand now?"

Draco considered this for a moment, but finally let go. As the blood rushed painfully into her hand, it turned from a nasty blue color, to an even nastier purple. Although he was no longer clutching her hand, he had not gotten off her. He was currently straddling her stomach in a way that induced many new, but equally exotic Draco fantasies. No, no, no, no, no. I love Harry. I love Harry. I love Harry. I love Harry.

That got rid of them, so for the moment she could concentrate. As Draco cleared his throat, it became obvious that he had said something during her mental chanting and was waiting for her reply. "Excuse me? I didn't catch that."

Draco sighed and repeated himself. "I said, why aren't you at dinner?"

"Well why aren't you?" Smooth, Ginny, smooth.

"Because it's none of your business."

"Same."

There followed a moment of awkward silence, before Draco spoke again. "Well you're not doing any painting tonight. I'm not sleeping with that stench. Shouldn't you be going back to your room now? And how did you get past the Slytherins without extensive injuries?"

" No idea, they just stared at me. And I would leave, but seeing as how I'm still pinned underneath your very heavy self, it seems slightly impossible." Ginny wriggled a bit to demonstrate her situation.

As soon as she squirmed underneath him, Draco jumped off her as if he was possessed by a demon, or a very naughty ghost, or a—well, he jumped quickly. But not quickly enough for Ginny not to feel a rather odd bulge forming.

Before she could blink, he had grabbed her and her cloak once again, and was shoving her out his door. "Goodnightdon'tcomebackagain," said Draco in one fast breath before he slammed the door.

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As the clock struck twelve, Pansy Parkinson silently slipped out of the Slytherin common room, and through the dungeon halls. She, unlike Draco Malfoy, was relying on her natural sneakiness, not some invisibility cloak, to get her to the Astronomy Tower unnoticed. So far, she was doing pretty well.

She glanced at the watch on her wrist. It now read five after twelve, and she was already at the tower. Wow, that was fast. She slipped through the heavy wooden door, and closed it silently. Pansy looked around, but saw no one.

"Too early? Trying to keep me in suspense? I understand." She took a seat on the windowsill across the room.

As she gazed out the window, she realized that it was a full moon tonight. Perfect for a romantic evening…when Draco came.

She got up and began pacing restlessly. Five more minutes and she was gone. Wild animal sex was fine and all, but sleep was nice too. "Why am I even here?"

"You're here waiting for me my dear, why else?" said Blaise as he came out of the shadows.

Pansy jumped off the windowsill hastily, and straightened her skirt, which had ridden up. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm your surprise of course."

"No you're not. Draco was coming up here to give me a surprise."
"Draco is a bit tied up at the moment…literally, so he sent me as a replacement."

"No!"
"Yes," said Blaise as he drew closer. "Besides, what does it matter who it is? As long as you get what you came for."

Pansy thought over this for a second. Well…if Draco's not coming…his loss. Pansy draped her arms over Blaise's shoulders without further ado. "Well Blasie-poo…"

Oh god no, not me too, thought Blaise.

"…What will we do tonight?"

"What do you think?"
"Well…I think we're going to have a wonderful evening." Pansy winked slyly.

Blaise inwardly rolled his eyes. Even though it's the middle of the night.

Pansy ran her finger over Blaise's jawbone. But first I'll play with him a bit.

Cue the mental eye-roll. Oh boy. I'm going to kill Draco.

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Meanwhile the soon to be very dead Draco was sitting in an armchair in a desolate corner of the Slytherin common room. Normally anyone sitting in that corner could go unnoticed for weeks, but since Draco was psychotic and overly paranoid, he was covered by his invisibility cloak to ensure that detection was impossible.

He looked at the watch on his wrist impatiently. Half past twelve. Either Pansy was more persistent than he had thought, or Blaise had been unable to withstand her badgering and had died.

All of a sudden, the wall that served as a door to the common room opened up and a disheveled, tear-stained Pansy burst into the room. Her hysterical sobbing caused the heads of the few people in the common room to turn and stare.

"Oh it was horrible!" shrieked Pansy as she collapsed into the lap of her best friend Millicent Bulstrode.

"There, there…" murmured Millicent, patting Pansy's shoulder comfortingly. She turned to the others occupying the room. "What are you all staring at? Off to your rooms before I hurt you!" This cleared the room out. "Now what happened?" she said as she turned to Pansy.

"Oh Millie! He was horrible, absolutely vile!" She shuddered as if remembering. "I-I did everything, and I m-mean everything. I flirted as I never did before, b-but it's as if he's not even h-human!"

Here Millie had to wait until Pansy calmed down enough before she continued. "And then?" she prompted gently.

"He didn't react to anything I did!" whined Pansy.

As Pansy buried her face in Millie's shoulder, she rolled her eyes. Draco stifled a chuckle from where he sat. She probably thought Pansy was ridiculous as well.

Millicent sighed sympathetically and continued to pretend to care. Pansy was her friend after all. "You probably weren't his type, that's all."

"T-that's what he said. He said 'Sorry, girl's like you aren't my type.'" Pansy sniffled and rubbed her eyes, smearing her eyeliner further. "But that can't be right, I'm everyone's type."

"Come on." Millicent stood, taking Pansy with her. "Let's go up to bed and sleep a bit. You'll feel better in the morning, you'll see. There'll be other better guys," she said as she led Pansy through the door to the dorms.

"Not bloody likely," snorted Blaise from behind Draco's armchair.

Draco yelped and jumped, pretty startled if I may say so. His invisibility cloak slipped off and dropped to the floor. "What are you trying to do, give me a heart attack?"
"If possible."
"Well it's not," he said as he retrieved his cloak from the floor. "And how did you know I was there?"

"Well you see Draco love," said Blaise as he threw his arm over Draco's shoulder and dragged him along to the boy's dormitory door. "It's the way you smell. It's a distinct kind of smell. I can always tell no matter what you're wearing…or not wearing."

"And what exactly does that mean?"

"Nothing absolutely nothing."

"Well anyway, that was brilliant. I never thought you'd get Pansy that upset."

"I didn't do much. Just introduced her to the wonderful world of rejection."

Draco glared at Blaise, "It wouldn't hurt if you occasionally visited that magnificent place yourself. Merlin knows your ego needs deflating."

"Why thank you Draco, I know I'm sexy."

"That's not what I said you git. You hear only what you want to, don't you."

"Of course I do," agreed Blaise. "and you know you meant it."

"Did not." Draco scowled.

"Did too."

"Did not."

"Did too."
"We sound like five years olds. Stop it."

"You stop it." Said Blaise as they ascended the stairs to their appropriate rooms.

"No you."

"You."

"Oh Merlin!"

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A shape gently wrenched the hangings around Ginny's bed apart. It slowly crawled onto her bed and edged toward her face.

Ginny sighed, still deep in her dream, as she felt the balance on the mattress disturbed. She giggled as she felt a soft tongue trace patterns along her cheek. "Draco…stop it," she muttered faintly.

Ginny's eyes sprang open as she realized what she had said aloud. In a moment of panic, she scrambled away from the shape until she realized it was just a tad bit too small to be Draco Malfoy. In fact, it was a bit too small to even be human. After another moment's pause as Ginny fully awoke, she realized that the shape was actually Crookshanks, not the Draco Malfoy she had dreamed of. Wait, what? I did not dream about Draco.

Yes you did.

No I didn't!
Oh stop denying it. You know you did. And I know too. I know everything in your head. I know how you dreamed of him. I know how you want to—

Okay that enough! And since when do I talk to myself?

Since now.

Ginny groaned and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Another beautiful morning, all sarcasm intended.

As Ginny dressed for the day, she was in fact busy mentally stabbing Draco Malfoy for ever existing. Why does he have to make my life such hell? I'll have to go over to paint today. And that goodbye yesterday was so odd…

Ginny dragged through yet another uneventful day, going about her tasks in a mindless way, seeing as how she spent most of her time daydreaming about nothing in particular. So, yet again, we find Ginny in potions waiting for Professor Snape to dismiss the class to dinner. Release us you barmy old codger before I decide to chop off your extremely wrinkly private bits, and stir them into my potion.

As Ginny let her potion simmer, she realized that the room was deathly silent and everyone was staring at her, with mouths wide open. Ginny looked over at Snape and saw that he was apoplectic. And then something hit her. "Whoops…did I say that out loud?"

"You did indeed miss Weasley. Detention after dinner. Be on time." He turned and stalked back to his desk. "All of you pour a sample of your potion into vials and cork them. As soon as you're done you may leave."

As soon as she was safely out of the dungeons, Ginny sighed in relief. At least he didn't murder her…yet. What is it with me and saying things when I don't want to? Well at least no painting and no Draco tonight.

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Unfortunately Ginny was quite wrong. As she stepped into her potions classroom for her detention, she was shocked to see a shape with platinum blonde hair, cleaning the insanely dirty dungeon floor the muggle way.

"About time miss Weasley you're late. Pick up a sponge and join Mr. Malfoy." Snape picked a pile of books from his table and headed for the door. "I'll be leaving you now. When you're done with the floor you may go on to washing all the cauldrons and desks. You are not to leave until I come back. When I do come back everything better be spotless. Now stop gaping at me and get to cleaning, both of you! Have a nice evening." At this, he spun on his heels and exited the room.

Ginny hung her cloak on a hook by Draco's and picked up a sponge. She dipped it into the bucket already filled with incredibly dirty water and got down to scrub.

"Glad you took your time getting here."

Ginny said nothing. She had decided the best and safest tactic was just to ignore him. That way she wouldn't accidentally shag—er kill him.

"I hate detentions with Snape. He always makes you clean something," he continued conversationally. "So what did you do to end up here?"

Ignore. Just ignore. He'll stop babbling soon enough.

"I spilled my cauldron of Shrinking potion on his lap. Just imagine the effects that had."

Must. Not. Maim.

"What did you do?" He asked, not planning to stop talking anytime soon. "Blow up your potion? Burn a hole through the cauldron? Dance naked around the room?"

Okay that's it. Anything to get you to shut up. "Well actually, I called him a barmy old codger, insulted the bits that you had previously spilled your potion on, and threatened to chop them off."

"Er…okay then." Maybe it was just Ginny imagination, but she thought that the fearless Draco Malfoy had slowly inched away from her, and at the same time covertly covering his crotch with the spounge.

After that the detention was silent and went fairly quickly. When Snape arrived about four hours later, they were both exhausted and wishing they had no arms to feel. The two of them gladly ran off to their proper common rooms to drop off to blissful sleep.

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A/N: That was a bit short but oh well. Next chapter will be better, although will come out sometime in September at the earliest. I've preordered HBP so I'm happy. x3 Please tell me what you think of this chapter.