AN: Again sorry about the crap spelling / punctuation. Sorry if I make up words as well, lol. I can't help it.
Chapter Two.
The next morning was beautiful with the sunlight shining in through the windows making everything it touched shine. Another perfect day, she thought with a smile, until she remembered the events of the night before. Luckily it was a Saturday so no one else would be up at this hour, except her and Ron. This way they could talk more about their plans without being interupted by nosy first years who would go and tell Harry and Hermione.
With it being a Saturday she could wear anything she liked so she picked out the smallest top she could find, charming it green, and the smallest skirt she owned which happened to be black. It was a pity that she didn't know how to charm her top to have a silver snake printed on it, but she supposed it would do. It would piss off Harry anyway, they were Slytherin colours and anything to do with Slytherin he hated.
She went out of her dorm and walked down the stairs where she found a very sleepy Ron sitting in the chair waiting for her. He soon jumped up when he saw her.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING?"
"It's called clothing, Ron, unless you'd rather I walked into the Great Hall naked?"
"Uhm Gin, I don't think we should go about this idea of yours. I don't want any Slytherin - least of all Draco Malfoy, Junior Deatheater, looking at you in that way." Ginny rolled her eyes at this, seriously she was 16 she could do what she wanted without her brother going all over-protective again.
"You want to get back at Granger and Potter right?" she spat out his name.
"Yeh of course but do you think selling your body is the right way to go about it?"
"I'm not selling my body Ronald Bilius Weasley!" She shoved him, causing him to fall over backwards over the arm of the chair.
"Right so anyway lets go over this plan of yours again shall we?" He climbed up off of the floor and sat himself back on the chair.
"Ok, first of all we need to act like nothing is wrong. Is that ok with you Ron?" He nodded and she continued. "Well, the second thing which I am going to do is dress showing a little more flesh than usual. This should get most of the male population looking my way, afterall I have been told I have a good figure. The reason I am wearing Slytherin colours is because I think that this 'making Harry jealous' thing will work better this way, especially if I catch the eye of a certain Draco Malfoy. Harry's biggest enemy apart from old voldie himself. I know I'm a Weasley and he's a Malfoy but he's a teenage boy, it shouldn't be too difficult. Next we wait about a week before we make the big announcement."
"What big announcement?"
Ginny sighed, she loved her brother and all but sometimes he was just too stupid for his own good. "You'll see when we get to that."
"Now I know what you are doing, but what am I supposed to do? I can't exactly parade around in a mini skirt and barely there top!"
"Well Ron, just start paying attention to Lavender again. You know how pissed off she got last time."
Ron shuddered. Not another year of WON-WON, hopefully he wouldn't have to pretend to like her for much longer than a week. Lavender was so clingy, she never left his side while they were going out and she was a crap kisser. Sure he wasn't exactly the best but he was a lot better than her. Why couldn't he pretend to be interested in Luna, that would be so much better than Lavender. At least she did great Quidditch commentary.
"What about Luna? 'Mione hates her and I'd rather not have to put up with Lavender again."
"Don't be silly, Luna's going out with Blaise and seriously he wouldn't take to kindly to you chatting up his girlfriend!"
"What!" Ron's jaw dropped, "But he's a Slytherin!"
Ginny rolled her eyes. Seriously Ron had to get over this whole Slytherin thing if her plan was going to work. Sure they are all evil, stinking gits but still.
She didn't have time to say anything else because people were starting to drift into the common room. She saw Harry enter and she pasted a fake smile onto her face, trying to make it seem like she was madly in love with him even though she was plotting various painful ways to torture him.
"Hey Harry, I didn't see you come in last night. I waited until midnight, did Dumbledore really keep you that long?" she tried to look concerned as she slipped his arm through his. She felt him stiffen and she turned to see Hermione glaring at her. "Oh hi 'Mione. Are you ill? You don't look so good, maybe you should go see Madam Pomfrey, I wouldn't want you to get too sick." I hope you choke and die.
"Ginny are you ok?" She turned to see Harry looking at her with a look of confusion.
"Yeh, I'm just in a good mood after seeing you. I'm really glad I'm with you Harry." She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. "Come on lets go down to breakfast."
"Erm, Ginny? What the hell are you wearing?"
"Clothes. Don't you like them Harry? I thought I'd make myself look a little better today, you only ever see me in those old tatty robes." She tried to look insulted but really she couldn't care less what he thought, as long as he got jealous when she started getting Malfoys attention. He may be sneaking around with Hermione but she was still his girlfriend.
He muttered a 'they look lovely Gin' before dragging her out through the portrait hole and down to the Great Hall.
Perfect timing, she thought, nearly everyones eating breakfast and oh look Malfoy's sitting with his friends and facing the Gryffindor table. Now to show them that I, Ginevra Molly Weasley, have grown up.
She started to walk slowly up past the Slytherin table, winking at random guys occassionally and swaying her hips. By the time she had reached her seat Harry's face had turned a peculiar shade of reddish-purple. This is working better than I thought.
"What the hell was that all about?" he hissed.
"I was just walking to the table with you." she insisted.
"You were winking at Slytherins. Slytherins for crying out loud Gin. You are supposed to be my girlfriend, I don't want you flirting with other guys!"
"Not interupting anything are we?" Ron sat down with Hermione beside him.
"No." replied Harry a little too quickly.
Ron shrugged and began stuffing his face with bacon, eggs, beans, fried tomatoes and toast. Washing it down with some pumpkin juice. Hermione looked a little disgusted and turned away. Really Ginny didn't blame her, Ron was disgusting when he ate. Seriously you'd think he hadn't eaten in weeks when in actual fact it had only been around 8 hours. She was willing him to start on his part in the plan, Lavender was sitting right next to him.
"So Lavender," he turned to start talking to the pretty mousy haired girl beside him, "how are you today?"
He flashed her a smile and inwardly grinned when he saw her eyes light up. She had never really gotten over him after they broke up last year.
"I'm great thanks." she said between giggles.
"I like your hair Lavender, have you done something different to it?" On the other side of Ron, Hermione was looking thunderous. Before Lavender had answered his question Hermione had grabbed him by the arm and stormed out of the Great Hall, dragging him behind her.
XOXOX
From the other side of the hall Draco was watching events unfold. It was pleasing that both Potty and the Weaselette and the Weasel and the Mudblood were having problems. It was certainly strange though, the Weaselette had worshipped him since the day she met him and now she looked like she couldn't care less whether he fell over and died right this moment. Would do everyone a favour if he did though. In fact, he could have sworn that she was flirting with quite a few Slytherins this morning and her clothes certainly didn't leave much to the imagination. She does have quite a nice body though. Wait did he just think like that about a Weasley? A stupid, poor, muggle-loving, blood traitor Weasley? He must be losing his mind.
He felt someone poke him in the side and he turned round to see Pansy fluttering her eyelashes at him in a purely sickening way. He was in serious danger of losing his breakfast if she carried on like that. What part of 'I hate you Pansy, you are a stupid little whore' did she not understand? He looked back at the Gryffindor table just in time to see the Mudblood grab Weasels arm and drag him out of the hall.
Well, well, well. Somethings going on and I'm going to find out what it is.
AN: Don't you just hate Harry? I do :) Anyway I might be able to arrange a little visit from Draco himself if you review, and of course you'll get the "Sexy Slytherins" 2006 calender which has lots of pictures of the Slytherin Sex God himself and of course Blaise ;D