Well I didn't feel like getting poked to death by x oh so daring so I decided to update quickly. :-D

Major thanks to x oh so daring, Tomsgirl2005, Phoenix Feather Queen, and theQuibbleringQuibblerer for my first reviews! You guys are hilarious!

(much apologies if you reviewed between the time when I wrote this and when I updated and I missed you!)

EEEEEP: Okay so I made a huge and when I say huge I mean colossal terrible horrible error of MONSTROUS PROPORTIONS in the last chapter! I implied that Neville was a Hufflepuff! How could I be so stupid! Beats self Bad dobby! Bad dobby!

So, to all of you who noticed my epic mistake, apologies apologies apologies. I would go back and edit it but I'm not sure how to do that without changing the whole chapter around and nonsense. So, to make up for this horrid monstrosity on my part I gave Neville a special scene outside the GRYFFINDOR (which he must certainly is) common room. Apologies Neville! Apologies good readers!

So now…on with the story!

I moved quickly back to the Gryffindor common-room, hastily skimming the calligraphic note in all of its horrid heart-dotting monstrosity.

My glee grew with every line it just kept getting better and better and better!

"Oh yes, Revenge is sweet! Payback is a motha! Vengeance will be mine!" I screamed down the hallway as I neared the portrait of the fat-lady.

"Um, Ginny?"

I slowly looked up over the edge of the note at one cowering Neville Longbottom.

"Um, Are you okay, Ginny?" he asked, seeming somewhat frightened…of what I have no idea.

"Yes Neville, I'm fine, Neville," I said returning my attention to my paper, "Nice to see you, Neville, Lovely weather we're having, Neville, Sunny skies with a 100 percentchance for a torrential downpour…OF VENGANCE!"

Neville jumped and his eyes nearly popped out of his skull. Really, I can't imagine what's gotten into that boy. So jumpy and twitchy, you'd think there was a psycho on the loose or something. Oh well, I bid him farewell and continued on up to my room where I had business of the most important matter: retribution, of course, to attend to.

The rest of the day was kind of a blur. I sent a cryptic message via owl, I ate some chocolate frogs, I beat Fred in Wizard's chess, I saved Hermione from becoming a large purple fuzzy beaver (the twins latest treat), I ate a few licorice wands, I painted my nails blue, I totally owned Draco Malfoy, I ate a couple more licorice wands in celebration…

Wait, wait, wait…Let's go back to the whole owning Malfoy thing. That, I feel, requires a tid bit more attention.

Approximately 8:46 p.m: behind a statue... somewhere in Hogwarts.

My prey, a large blonde male, shows up. He pitifully calls out, "Hello."

I mysteriously step out of the shadows.

"Hello Malfoy," I say captivatingly.

Malfoy turns around and gives a little shriek of fright.

"Ginny! You sent me that incredibly intelligent and wittily cryptic note? I can't believe it! Everything I ever thought about you is wrong! I'll never bother you again! I must worship you now!" he says.

Malfoy then proceeds to bow down and repeatedly chant "I am not worthy!"

…

Okay, so that didn't really happen. But, hey, I thought it sounded pretty believable.

What actually happened was this…

"Hello Malfoy," I say captivatingly.

Malfoy turns around and smiles delightedly.

"Ginny. I knew it had to be you. All these years, hoping you would notice me have finally paid off! I'm in love with you, Ginerva my queen!" he said.

"Psh, too bad I don't feel the same way, loser," I said charmingly, "Now make with the bowing."

Then, he proceeded to bow down and repeatedly chant "I am not worthy!"

…

Still not believing this? Darnet. Fine fine already…the truth.

"Hello Malfoy," I say captivatingly.

Malfoy turns around and scoffs rudely.

"Weasley, why the hell did you call me out here? Wanted to see what wealthy looks like close-up?" he sneered.

Now normally I would have come up with some witty and biting comment that would have sent him bawling to intensive therapy for years….but tonight, I was too excited about getting to my point.

"I called you here, Malfoy," I said condescendingly, "To discuss a certain agreement of ours."

"What agreement? We don't have an agreement," Malfoy said annoyingly.

"I was getting there!" I said exasperatedly, "Our agreement on how you are to never again mention a certain singing valentine from years ago or tease me about the boy who received it."

"And why am I going to agree to that?" Malfoy said, smirking his little smirky-way.

"Because," I said, pulling Pansy's note out of my pocket, "You don't want the whole world to know about your pet names, isn't that right Mr. Snugglebottom."

Draco blanched white in terror. This time, I'm not even making it up.

"Loveyducks, Huggybear, snookums?" I said, smirking my better smirky-way.

"Dear Draco," I begin to read, "The sun shines the color of your beautiful platinum locks, the sky is blue, blue like the depths of your loving eyes…"

"My eyes are freaking gray," Draco interrupted rudely.

I shot him a glare and continued.

"The roses are red, the violets are blue, the birds sing to the tune of my everlasting love for you. Oh my dearest schmoopy I long for the hours when we can be together. I wait in agony during the time when were apart…"

This time I was interrupted again by a gagging fit from Draco.

"Oh my little lovemuffin won't you play Dr. Snuggles with me…"

"Do I really need to continue," I asked, starting to feel a little nauseated myself.

"Where does she come up with this repulsive crap?" he said, looking like he was about to blow chunks all over me.

"Here's a better question," I said, switching into full evil-plan mode, "What to do with it?"

"Should I, perhaps, broadcast it over the whole school? Send you a howler with it in it? Make millions of flyers and pass them out everywhere? Hire a dozen dancing lawn-gnomes to sing it during breakfast in the Great-Hall?"

I twirled it around staring gleefully at Draco's horrified face.

"You wouldn't," he said, his eyes wide in terror.

"Oh, but I would," I chuckled.

Draco, in a last attempt, grabbed the letter from me and ripped it into shreds.

"Hah, Now you can't!" he declared, stupidly.

I merely remained leaning nonchalantly against the wall and said cooly, tapping my head, "Oh, but it's all up here. I've got it memorized. It's all in my mind."

Draco hastily grabbed his wand.

"Uh..uh..uh," I said, "My completely protected from memory-obliterating charms head."

"What do you want?" Draco said eyeing me warily.

"Now there's a good question, snookie-puss, what do I want?" I said pacing around him thinking slowly, "What do I want?"

And there I leave you. :-D So, besides an end to the Harry valentine mockery…what do you guys think Ginny should demand?

Hope you liked it and you don't think I'm too evil for that nauseating love letter and for the little cliffy.

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