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Authors note: Thanks for the reviews, sorry this wasn't up sooner. I got grounded. Hope you like it, if you don't, then…well…sorry…
"Time is up," Snapes voice rang throughout the class as all of the remaining tests flew up to his desk and piled themselves neatly there. "For the remaining time in class, and for the second part of your test, you will be making a Dolce potion. Now can anyone tell me what it is?"
Ginny raised her hand, as did Hermione.
"Yes, Miss Weasley?" asked Snape.
"A Dolce potion is simply a way to make different types of sweets, but it is also an ingredient in the lesser known Dark Arts potions." Ginny said, she had read all about the potion and what it was used in, in her oldest brothers' potion textbook when she was six.
'Twit, I can't believe she knew the answer. I didn't even know that it's used in Dark Arts. It isn't anywhere in the textbook. Ugh, stupid scarlet girl…' Hermione thought, and Ginny listened, making Draco and Blaise do so as well.
'You know, she thinks like that quite a bit. I listen now and then. Rather disturbing if you ask me.' Draco thought to them.
'Yeah, Granger really does think like that a lot. And I mean, a LOT. What's her problem anyway?' asked Blaise.
'I really don't know…She's always had thoughts like that. I guess she really does just want herself to be the absolute best.' Ginny thought to them.
'Please, would you pay attention?' Snapes voice rang through their heads, and immediately Draco, Ginny, and Blaise quit their conversation and paid attention to the class.
The Great Hall
Ginny walked to the Great Hall with Blaise and Draco and the happy thoughts of making new friends. She, Blaise, and Draco had all of their morning classes together and had enjoyed poking fun at others when they couldn't have any idea of it. Of course it hadn't really made sense to anyone why Ginny would be walking with the two Slytherins to all of her classes, and sitting with them either.
"Ginny! What are you doing with them?" yelled Ron, just before the three had made it to the doors.
'Big brother to the rescue.' Ginny heard in her head.
'Shut it, Draco!' She replied.
"Ron, what I do is none of your business. You didn't care when I was a year younger then you in classes, but now that I'm a seventh year you feel the need to be a big brother again. I don't care what you think so leave me alone." Ginny told him and the walked into the Great Hall with Draco and Blaise.
'So, Ginny, do you want to want to eat lunch with the Slytherins or do you prefer to eat with the Gryffindors?' Blaise asked her.
"You two would be more entertaining." She replied, and walked with them over to the Slytherin table, earning a horrible look from her brother.
"So, Ginny, what do you like to do?" asked Blaise while she began filling her plate with some food.
"Well, I suppose the normal things girls like to do." She replied.
"And what would those things be?" Draco asked her.
"Well, playing Quiditch, roughhousing, drawing things that I find in the Forbidden Forest, swimming, reading I love reading, and um…setting Barbie's hair on fire, or blowing her up. The Twins got me into trying out different potions on people to see the reactions, they also got me pretty good at coming up with random tricks, I've created a few for them. Um…listening to people…yeah, the normal girl stuff." She told them.
"No, Ginny, the normal girl stuff is shopping, boys, clothes, and make-up." Blaise told her.
"Then I guess I'm not normal. Oh well for me, right?" Ginny shrugged the answer.
"Damn straight you aren't normal. Just look at you, you don't even dress like a girl." Draco commented.
"Why would I? Most girls dress like sluts, even that stupid twit Granger does."
"Wow Ginny, you've been with us too long already. Calling Granger a stupid twit, and by her last name."
"My god, Malfoy; did you hear what she thought about me?"
Pansy Parkinson then came up to them and sat in Draco's lap. "Draco, why is she here?"
"She's eating lunch with us Pansy, mind getting off my lap?"
"Come on, we still have twenty minuets, why don't we go find a nice broom closet or something? I promise you'll have fun…" Pansy was goo-goo eyeing Draco, and Ginny was having fun reading her mind, as was Blaise.
'I really want in his pants, why will this boy never listen to me! All of the other boys have, even that stupid little fifth year did. And what is she doing here, shouldn't she be with Potter and his stupid little side kicks? She needs a good make-over; she'll never get a boy dressed like that!'
'Get her off of me!' Draco's voice shot through their heads.
"You know, Parkinson, I do believe that Draco and Blaise here were going to show me their rooms just after we finished. I know I'm done, how about you two?" Ginny said all of this while staring down Pansy, who had been pushed off of Draco.
"I'm done, Blaise?" replied Draco.
Blaise looked down at his plate, he hadn't finished his pudding. "I'm done too, I guess." He mumbled to them.
Ginny, Draco, and Blaise all got up and left Pansy just sitting at the table. Walking out of the doors, Draco spoke up.
"You called me Draco, you realize this don't you?"
"Of course I do, and it felt rather odd. I happen to be very used to calling you Malfoy or Ferret when I get mad."
"Must you all remember that?"
"It was rather funny, Draco."
"Oh shut it you wanker."
"We've been over this, I do not wank."
"He simply finds himself a girl."
"Oh be quiet Ginny, you shouldn't have been listening to our conversation."
"But it really was funny Blaise. So where are we really going to go?"
"What do you have next?" asked Draco.
"I have a free period and then Transfiguration and then I'm done. You two?"
"We have the same. It's funny how you, Blaise and I all have the same schedule."
"You mean, funny how I'm in all advanced seventh year classes?"
"Same thing; I suppose we could really show you Slytherin. It isn't that interesting, but I figure if you're to be with us all the time, you might as well know where it is and all that."
"You do realize that you're being nice to me, right Draco?" Ginny said it more as a statement rather than a question.
"I'm simply using it as a way to infuriate your brother, and possibly Potter."
"Sure you are Draco."
"Shut it Blaise."
Slytherin Common Room
Ginny didn't really know what to expect. From what she'd listened to from Ron and Harry it wasn't a very pleasant place, but she figured she could stand it no matter how bad it was.
They walked down a long hallway and then to a portrait of a beautiful Fire Pixie. Ginny didn't know exactly what to expect, but this wasn't really something she had had in mind.
"Hello Fip, how are you today?"
"Just fine, Draco. Hello Blaise, who is this girl you've brought with you today?"
"This is Ginny, I hope you will make sure to always let her in, she isn't from this house, but Blaise and I give her full privilege of Slytherin."
"Really, well Ginny you must actually mean something to them other than the other twits that have come down here. You know darling, I have a frame in all of the girls dormitories here in Slytherin, and a few in the boys' as well. If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to have a frame in your room as well."
"That would be great, um…"
"Fip, that's my name, well that's what everyone calls me. So what house are you in?"
"Gryffindor, my name is Ginny Weasley."
"Draco! Blaise! Finally you bring her down here! Oh, dear I'll make sure to visit you tonight, and you will have so have access to Slytherin anytime you want!" Fip seemed extremely excited about meeting Ginny, and she couldn't understand why.
"Well, Fip, it was great talking to you, but we have to show Ginny around, so if you don't mind…" said Blaise.
"Oh of course Blaise, Draco, and Ginny, it was nice to finally meet you, I've heard so much about you! Bye now, don't be a stranger!" with that Fip opened the door and let them into the common room.
After showing Ginny the common room, Blaise's room, they walked to Draco's room. Draco had a regular door to his room, unlike mostly everyone else that had some sort of magical something blocking their rooms.
"Just a door, aren't you afraid just anyone will be able to get in?" asked Ginny.
"It'll only allow people in who he wants to come in. There are two lists, guests and friends. Guests can forever be put on or taken off, but friends can't be taken off no matter what." Draco told her while putting her name on the friends list.
"I'm a friend, now am I?" Ginny said smugly.
"Yes, you are. Who else do we have in this school that is telepathic?" he replied.
"Good point. So are we going to go in or stand in the hall?"
Draco opened the door and walked into his room, as did Blaise and Ginny. Ginny looked around and noted that almost everything was either black or silver.
"So you're a supporter of your house even in your room? Right…mine is close to his well, almost exactly the same…I like black and silver, although green is integrated a bit more than it is here…"
"Ginny, black and silver are my favorite colors. I could give a damn less about my house colors." Draco replied.
"And to think all of that bullshit about Slytherin being better then all of the other houses, and here you say you don't give a damn. Then again, I'm the only Gryffindor who has her room in Slytherin colors, so I guess were even."
"So what do you guys want to do?" asked Blaise.
"We have just about two hours…we could play a game." Ginny said to them with a mischievous glint to her eyes.
Draco missed the look in her eyes and replied with, "We don't want to play some kiddish game, Ginny."
"Well, Draco, I thought that we could play poker."
"And your bank account will be able to play with the high stakes Blaise and I play by?" he hadn't said it with malice, just curiosity.
Ginny conjured up a booklet of parchment and walked over to Draco. Throwing the book at him, Draco picked it up from where it had landed in his lap, and preceded to look through it.
"Damn Weasley! You have a personal account with plenty of money, and here I thought you were all dirt poor." The last bit had been said with small smile.
"I'll have you know," Ginny started while get rid of the booklet with a flick of her wand, "That we all happen to have our own accounts. I'm not sure why, actually. Our grandparents on my moms side, who disowned her for marrying my father, decided to 'love and cherish' their grandchildren. They gave each of us 20,000 galleons to do with as we pleased when we started Hogwarts."
"You have on the up side of 300,000 galleons. So how did you…"
"As I was about to say," Ginny interrupted Draco. "The boys aren't so good with their money when it comes to playing poker. And I happen to be very good at it. And with betting in general, so…that is how come I have all that money. My parents refuse to let me pay for anything unless it's purely for pleasure. I don't have that many expenses except for holidays and birthdays. I don't really go to hogsmede. I keep my money and never bet all of it. I have yet to find someone who can beat me at poker."
Draco and Blaise looked at each other. "We can beat you." They said simultaneously.
An hour later, Ginny, Draco, and Blaise were all around a small round table in Draco's room. Draco and Blaise were out a quite of bit of money, 10,000 galleons each.
"I told you it wasn't a good idea to put in five grand more, Blaise. We already lost five." Draco told Blaise.
"I told you I've never lost a game. I take that back, I lost once when the Twins were cheating, and after I took all the money they had taken from me out of their accounts along with what they would have owed me. I then made a Myrtille potion and laced it with Veritá. After I simply put it in two cups, and gave it to them. The after affects were quite funny." Ginny looked very bemused.
"I cannot believe that you made that potion. But what was the point of the Myrtille?" Draco asked.
"What are those potions for?" interrupted Blaise.
"Oh the Veritá is a truth potion that was legal up until a couple years ago. It's a lot like vetraserium except instead of asking questions and getting answers, whoever drinks it admits to everything that they have ever done wrong, morally or otherwise. It's illegal because people have used it for blackmailing others into really ad things and I think it gets to hard to conduct trial with a person on that. They would just spout off at the mouth about everything they'd done wrong, boring. Although, my family and I were entertained for a couple hours because of some of the things that the Twins had done, then mom put a silencing spell on them and sent them to their room for the rest of the night." Ginny told them.
"But what about the Myrtille, what's that for?" implored Blaise.
"That would be like juice. The basic potion has a bunch of flavors to choose from for flavor, each with its own added ingredient. The potion is actually for other potions to be laced into it. Another one that's now illegal. But with the flavor, no matter what, the drinker or drinkers won't have a clue that they're drinking something that's been laced with something else. And the flavor is basically to help trick others into drinking it. It'll pass all except for one lace-checking charm, and it'll even pass that if you add four teaspoons of lake water and two crushed leaves of the crumbling pesto to the potions and then stir it twelve times counterclockwise and then twice clockwise. The Twins like blueberry juice and I happen to make it for them all the time, I just made a different sort of blueberry juice, and they don't know that I know the way around the last lace-checking."
"No one does. Ginny, you do realize that even in our textbooks it says that there is only one charm that works on that potion and that there isn't anyway to get around it." Draco looked a little stunned. "No wonder you're in all seventh year classes. Already making new discoveries, no bloody wonder."
"Oh…" Ginny's cheeks had tinted pink. "Well…I suppose other people out there must know that you can do it…it wasn't very hard to figure out."
"How did you figure it out?" asked Blaise, who had just looked over the bit Draco had been talking about. "Better questions, when did you do this to your brothers?"
"I figured it out…I would say the year before I started Hogwarts, a total trial and error, I only had two errors before getting it right though. I thought that if I put a freckle frog in and did the stirring it would work, then I re-read the after effects of putting freckle frogs in anything (explosion on green goop) and then I tried whole crumbling pesto and that turned everything pink, and then finally crushed crumbling pesto and ta-da I did it right. Tested it about four hundred times and figured it had to really work. I did this to them last year, I believe. Yeah-right over Christmas break." Ginny looked very innocent as she began recounting that night even more, with a smile.
"Ginny how do you know to do all of that stuff with potions?" asked Draco.
"I read. I'd read all of my brothers textbooks, some more than once, by the time I was six. I love the potions books the most. Then I started nagging my mom and dad, and they gave me theirs to read. After that, I bugged Bill and Charlie and they bought any book of any subject for me whenever they see one."
"That's why you're always getting packages with really odd looking birds?" Blaise said with a smile.
"Charlie ahs lived all over taking care of Dragons, and has always sent the most awesome birds to deliver me stuff. Dumbledore apparently gets a kick out of it, because he lets it happen even though only regular post owls are supposed to come into the school, according to the rules."
"How do you know?" Draco and Blaise asked, it seemed Ginny knew just about everything.
"I read Hogwarts: a History before Hermione, and I actually own a mint-condition volume one original of it. As well as every other 259 volumes, and they're all in mint-condition."
"You read a lot." Blaise said.
"Yeah, well you try having six older brothers who wouldn't let you do anything with them for most of your life. My mom just handed me a book off the shelf one day because I said I was bored and…"
"You were quite for days?" interrupted Draco.
"Actually the transfiguration book she handed me took me about four hours to complete. But yeah, can we stop talking about my reading habits, and more on how I'm going to kick your asses on the next round of poker."
"How about we play something else, I don't want to lose all my money to you." Blaise had his chin resting on his chin.
"How about we change the stakes?" Ginny said.
"What do you mean?" asked Draco.
"Well, you guys are obviously not very good with money, so why don't we play strip-poker?" Ginny looked completely innocent as she said the words strip-poker.
"And what, lose all our clothes to you too?" Blaise said, a little miffed tone about him.
"Well, I've never played strip-poker before, and if you two are just too chicken then I guess we have to find another way to entertain ourselves for the rest of the half hour we have left."
"We're in."
"What! Draco, what do you mean, 'we're in'!" Blaise was a little shocked, he didn't want to play strip-poker, losing his clothes wasn't in his plans for the day. Especially since he really didn't think that him nor Draco, with their being undefeated (and they never played each other) they had lost 10 grand in galleons to this girl, in an hour.
"I don't let people insult me. Besides, Ginny just obviously wants to see us starkers."
"So." Ginny said while passing shuffling the deck of cards.
"I'm going to watch. And when you have to go starkers because you're stubborn in thinking you can beat her, I'm going to laugh." Blaise stood up, and conjured up a couple cushions, put them on the seat and sat back down.
"Fine, it's just you and me then Draco."
Ginny proved to be beatable while having to worry about her clothes. Normally she was very hard to read, but whenever she looked up and saw Draco, who, twenty minuets later, was clad in only his boxers, she freaked a little.
It wasn't as though she was a virgin, it was just seeing Draco like that made her lose her concentration, and her game. In the twenty minuets it had taken her to practically win in de-clothing him, Draco had gotten Ginny in her under garments, as well. They were pretty even, and Blaise was having fun watching the way that they were so absorbed in their thoughts of wanting to win and being flustered because of the other person.
"Guys, we better clean up. We have fifteen minuets before we need to be in class."
"No Blaise, and do you know why?" asked Ginny.
"Because I win, lose the last of it, Ginny dear." Draco said, holding a straight in diamonds.
"No, Draco dear, because I win!" Ginny showed them her cards, a royal flush.
Blaise started laughing very hard, and Draco just sat in shock.
"You cheated." He finally said, but Blaise was on the floor laughing and Ginny just had the biggest smirk on her face.
"No, I didn't. But come now, let's see what you've got hiding under there, or are you too chicken?" Ginny teased him.
"You're not going to be able to get my boxers off unless you do one of two things. One, pull them off, in which case I will make you do something of a sexual nature. Or two, do something of a sexual nature and get them off that way."
"Oh come on, I won it's only fair."
"No."
"Please…?" Ginny whined, she actually did want to see just how far she could push Draco.
"No."
"Come on, don't be a chicken, what is Mr. Macho not so macho?"
Draco sneered at her, and then she got up, barely clothed at all, and went and sat in Draco's lap. This made Blaise, who had just barely composed himself, to burst into laughing fits again.
Draco didn't really know what to do, so he just let her sit there. After a moment, Blaise fully composed himself, and said:
"Look, you two should get dressed, and we should start for class. Get dressed, I'm going to the restroom."
Draco and Ginny began to get dressed. Draco was fully clothed again, he noticed Ginny was looking around and had no shirt on.
"Where's your shirt?" he asked her.
"I don't know, but if we don't leave soon we're all going to be late for class. McGonagall will not be happy…." Ginny began looking again, and Blaise started helping her. Draco went over to his dresser, and pulled out the t-shit that was on top.
"Ginny," he called, and she looked at him. He flung the t-shirt over to her. "Just borrow that. We can look for your shirt later."
Ginny slipped on the shirt. It wasn't extremely big as Draco wore tight fitting shirts, but it was comfortably baggy. She noticed that it was all black, and thought that Draco looked very good in all black. Then, without thinking, walked over to him and gave him a kiss on the mouth. Nothing deep, just a quick peck, and whispered 'thanks' in his ear.
Walking to class, and for the rest of the day, Draco and Ginny both couldn't get the thought out of their heads. They blocked anyone from reading their thoughts and went into themselves unconsciously.
That day, Ginny had been wearing a white tank top with her jeans. And now she was wearing Draco's black shirt. She hadn't thought much of it until Ron, who had been trying to get her attention all though the day, finally did. He knocked her out of the trance she seemed to be in at the end of class. All he did was ask her a question.
"Ginny, what happened to your tank top?" and then Ginny ran all the way up to Gryffindor tower in even more thoughts of Draco.
Authors note: Ok, so yeah…I guess tell me what you think, if you want.