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In Which Over-Sized Bottoms Will Be the Least Of Ginny's Worries

Draco was toying with the panties in his pocket, smirking at what he was going to do. Of coarse, none of her friends would believe she had slept with him, but he could only imagine all the vicious rumours that others would start spreading. And his smirk grew into a grin at the thought of the male-weasel's reaction.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even realize Ginny had joined the group until Blaise had greeted her. His hand clutched the underwear, and he turned to her, ready to make her cry.

He froze at the sight of her. Ginny Weasley was standing at the table, already in tears, and suddenly, it didn't seem so satisfying. "G-Gin?" Pansy asked uncertainly. "What's wrong?"

Draco's eyes widened when Ginny pointed to him. "Him!" She cried.

The Great Hall became silent as people turned to see what the commotion was.

"Me? What did I do?" Draco asked.

Ginny looked around the Great Hall to make sure enough people were watching. "You know what you did! You told me you loved me, that you wanted to spend forever with me! Then you just turn around and spend the night with Crabbe! How could you, Draco? How could you! Why couldn't you just tell me that you weren't interested in girls!"

Ginny ran out, and Blaise, Kayla and Pansy all looked at each other, trying not to laugh. It would totally ruin the authenticity of Ginny's performance. They were her friends, and therefore they should be grieving for her. Kayla stood up and cleared her throat. "You shouldn't have fooled Ginny like that Draco," she said loudly. "You know how long you and Crabbe have been together, why would you lead her on like that? I'm going after her." She left the table in silent laughter.

Draco opened and closed his mouth like a fish, completely in shock. He turned to Blaise, expecting him to tell the Hall that Ginny Weasley is an evil wench that spread lies about him because she's insane. Instead, Blaise stood up and clamped a hand on his shoulder, and practically shouted, "I'm sorry, mate, but Kayla's right." Then he left.

The entire Hall burst into whispers.

"Can you believe it? Of all the people . . ."

"No wonder he didn't want to sleep with me! I lack certain . . . er -- parts."

"No!" Draco tried to shout, but it was too late. "No, I like girls! I swear!"

People turned back to look at him, and Pansy gave him a pitying look. "Really, Draco, it's nothing to be ashamed of."

"NO!" Draco yelled again.

Crabbe looked at him, confused but thoroughly shaken. "We slept together? I'm sorry Draco, but I can't remember it. We can't be together, either. I just don't think of you that way. I'm into girls."

"So am I!" Draco insisted. "She's evil! She's an evil liar! I'm not gay!"

He looked so distressed that Pansy could no longer hold in her laughter.

"Oh, Draco! That was good! Look at you! She got you good."

By the time fourth period rolled around, Draco's anxiousness turned into anger. He couldn't believe that chit. Of all the things she could have done, this was by far the worst. He had been asked out six times in the last two hours, all by males. And he had to avoid that deluded group of Hufflepuff girls, who wanted to turn him.

Draco shuddered at that thought. He slowly made his way to Potions, realizing that this would be the first class he shared with Ginny since her episode in the Great Hall. Hopefully, until everything died down, he would try to avoid her. Then he would kill her.

As luck would have it, the Fates had decided that there would be no avoiding Ginny Weasley. Snape chose today of all days to partner them together. Draco swore the professor did this on purpose, as the greasy git had cast him a very evil smirk when announcing the partners.

BREAK

Ginny froze when Draco Malfoy entered the Potions classroom. He wasn't nearly as livid as she had expected him to be, seeing as he hadn't stormed in, breaking the door on his way.

She hadn't seen him since running out in the Great Hall, which she was now thoroughly regretting. Giggling girls after giggling girls had come up to her asking her how Draco had been in bed. And that disturbing conversation with Terry Boot . . . Ginny shivered. If it had been the other way around, she would have cursed him into next week.

When Snape partnered them up, she told him so. Draco threw her a glare before saying, "I'm very secure about my masculinity."

With what Pansy had told her about what transpired in the Great Hall after she left, Ginny somehow doubted that he was as secure as he made himself out to be. However, seeing as he was being a lot nicer than he should be, she decided to let the matter drop. Perhaps he's learned his lesson. Although she couldn't quite remember what that lesson was right now.

Malfoy was being . . . Decent. Nice, even. He was very enjoyable company like this.

Twenty nerve-wracking minutes later, they were finally done their Swelling Solution, and Draco hadn't once made an attempt on her life. She was getting jumpier and jumpier, and it was seriously pissing her off.

"Look, can you just do it?" Ginny demanded.

Draco stopped bottling their potion and looked at her like she had a few loose screws. "Do what?"

Ginny let out a frustrated growl. "Whatever it is you're going to do! I know you want to get me back, Malfoy, so just do it."

"I'm not planning anything," Draco told her. "I think this immaturity has gone long enough."

"Really?" Ginny looked at him suspiciously.

"Yes, really. I've gotten quite tired of this little game you seem intent on playing.'

Ginny was about to tell him that she wasn't intent on doing anything but knocking his face in, but decided against it. That could make him change his mind about his revenge. "So . . . I'm safe? You don't have anything planned for my ultimate humiliation?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "Yes, you're 'safe', Weasley."

"Alright . . ." Ginny said. She caught Kayla's eye across the classroom, and shook her head at her questioning glance, Later, she mouthed. She turned to leave, but felt something wet trickling down her bottom. She whipped around, only to find Draco Malfoy giving her a smirk.

"Oops," he said. "I'm just terribly sorry."

Ginny tried to respond, but she felt a strung tug that pulled her down. She was surprised to find that the stone floor was … cushy? Ginny looked down, but only saw her own backside. Everywhere. Her backside was now swelling to the size of a first-year.

Ginny looked up, horrified, only to see Draco Malfoy's smirking face spinning above her.

Then her world was blank.

Trying to write, but I'm over-loaded with work! Thanks for your patience.

-FeistySprite.

PS. Check out my other fic, Ginny Weasley and the Trouble With Post its!