Just to clear a few things up—the first little part is in third person point of view then we go straight back to first person Ginny, then back to third person point of view then back to Ginny. It sounds more confusing than it is I promise.

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Third person Point of View ---- Great Hall, Slytherin table

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"So Blaise," Draco said watching his work of genius unfold, "I was thinking maybe you could help me with my next 'task' from Ginny."

"Why's that?" Blaise replied, tearing his eyes away from the candy-coated redhead.

"Well, the littlest Weasley wants a dog…" Draco said trailing off, implying the rest with a raise of his eyebrows.

"Oh, does she now?" Blaise replied, a dangerous smirk lighting up his face.

Both boys turned back to the spectacle, an extremely Slytherin plan forming in their minds.

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1st person Ginny --- Gryffindor rooms

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RETALIATION! That boy is in deep deep trouble. Retaliation is completely necessary…Oh, I will have my revenge. Mark my words…Draco Malfoy will rue the day he ever crossed me.

I finally washed the remains of sticky licorice out of my hair and settled down in the common room, planning my brilliant revenge.

The note was, of course, off-limits for now. That letter is way too high of a bargaining chip to play it now. I must keep dangling the possibility of the horrific note to get what I want and yet come up with an even more brilliant attack.

Sigh…this is going to be difficult.

Frustrated with my lack of schemes I finally headed up to my dorm room. I open the door and what do you expect I find? A large adorably overgrown dog sitting on my bed with a letter next to it.

"Sorry about the candy mishap. Hope you like the dog."

No need to ask where that came from. He actually got me the dog. Something must be terribly wrong. I finally turn back to the brown-eyed, panting beauty and notice a green collar with a silver tag that says "Handsome" on it. Must be a boy. Well I always wanted a dog this cute so I guess you shouldn't kick a gift-giver in the mouth.

Unless that ugly mouth belongs to the foulest creature known to man—Malfoy. In which case, kicking will do very nicely. I sit back on my bed and my newfound pet puts it's forepaws and head in my lap.

As I sit there stroking Handsome's ears I desperately try to come up with a plan. Normally revenge comes so easily to me but right now I can only think of one thing. And even I'll admit that castration seems a little harsh.

"How am I going to get Draco back?" I randomly ponder aloud, getting up to look through the basic pranking kit I get every year from the twins.

"I think I can help with that."

The kit drops to the floor with a resounding clank as I whirl around.

"Zabini! But how did you? I mean what..but..but…"

"Magic," he replies with that blasted smirk covering his blasted face.

"Blaise, you prat! You're an unregistered animagus!" I screamed, throwing a hairbrush at him.

He, of course, effortlessly catches it and laughs. Damn him.

"Observant, aren't you?" he says still laughing. That twerp.

"Handsome?" I ask, pointing at the dog tag hanging from his neck, "Figures."

He just gives an annoyingly cheeky grin as man's worst nightmare, Hermione Granger, is heard coming up the stairs.

"Blaise!" I say, instinctively tackling him off my bed.

Now he's pinning me down onto the floor, Maybe that wasn't such a bright idea after all.

"Blaise! You have to get out of here! If Hermione sees you in here she'll blow a gasket!"

"And we can't have that can we?" Blaise smirked, not budging an inch.

"Blaise…" I warned under my breath.

5:04 p. m. –Hermione is heard coming up the stairs.

5:04 and thirty seconds p.m. –Hermione's hand is heard on the doorknob.

5:04 and thirty-five seconds p.m. –I acknowledge my fate as Hermione toast.

5:04 and thirty-six seconds p.m. –Blaise winks at me and rolls off me and under my bed.

5:04 and thirty-seven seconds p.m. –Hermione comes in and finds me lying sprawled out on the floor.

For the rest of eternity p.m. –Damn Blaise Zabini!

"Um..hi Hermione," I said slyly, "I was just exercising…"

"On the floor?" she says and I notice the tear-stains on her cheeks.

"Yes, but that's not important. Hermione, what's wrong?" I ask being the ever sympathetic being that I am. Wow do I rock.

"It's just…I got in another fight with Ron," she finally admits, plopping down on the bed.

"Hermione! You might not want to sit there…" I trail off at her confused look, "Uh..nevermind."

I jump up on the bed next to her, making sure to bounce around a few times as I do.

"So what happened?" I ask.

"It's just I like him so much but he's so completely daft to it all that sometimes I think he doesn't even like me at all," she said, starting to cry again, "And he does the stupidest things."

"Well, unchallenged to the latter," I said, smiling, "But as to the former, Ron definitely does like you. He's just daft. Don't give up on him Hermione, we're all counting on you to make him a tolerable human-being. Don't let me down!"

She laughs. Hah! I'm so good.

"I guess you're right," she says, getting up to leave, "Thanks Ginny, I don't know what came over me."

"No problem, the love doctor is always open for business," I said as she shut the door.

"Love doctor?" wafts up from underneath my bed, "That was some hella pathetic, Weasley."

"Oh, shut up, I'm not the one underneath the bed," I reply, sticking my tongue out at him as he rolls out, still smirking.

Seriously though, is that smirk like frozen into their countenance at all times? It's getting kind of creepy.

"So are you going to take me up on my offer or not?"

"What offer was this again?" I asked.

"To help you get revenge on Draco."

"And why would you want to do that?"

"I have some personal interest in keeping this battle going…"

"And you don't think I can handle Draco on my own? Why should I trust you?"

"You shouldn't," he said, again with the smirk, "I'm a Slytherin. But you should accept my help, because you need it. And because I'm the best."

"The best? Please. You wouldn't stand one minute caught in a Weasley prank-war."

"Okay so maybe not, after all—I have seen what your brothers candies do—but against Draco, I'm the best."

"What makes you so sure of that?"

"I've been his best friend since birth practically."

"Who's older?" I ask slyly, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Me," he replies as if he's won something.

I let it slide.

"Cut to the chase Zabini…"

"As I was saying, I'veknown him since birth…"

"So?" I ask.

"Soo…I've got access to the ultimate in revenge—baby pictures."

"No," I reply, my mouth dropping open in shock.

This is too good to be humanly true.

Blaise pulls a picture from his wallet.

"You keep Draco's baby pictures in your wallet? That's going from friend to freaky, even for you," I say concernedly.

"Are you kidding me? This is the ultimate ice-breaker for parties or anything. I pull the picture out and they're all 'Aww the cute baby' then I tell them it's Draco Malfoy and whatever their drinking automatically comes out their nose. Works like a charm, everytime."

"These will do quite nicely," I say flipping through the pictures excitedly, "But I am surprised at you. This is pretty high on the betrayal list for best friends. I mean, even for a Slytherin…"

"I'm counting on you needing these pictures more than I need my limbs. Because that's what Draco will do if he can pin it on me. You owe me big, Weasley."

"Ohh…So that's what this is all about. You're a double-crosser with demands?"

He leans smugly against the wall and crosses his arms across his chest.

"The best kind," he smirks.

"Okay, I admit… I'm in your debt…for now. But someone promised me a dog and right now all I've got is a yappy brunette git," I reply with a smirk of my own.

Blaise transforms back into my dog and licks my hand. That stupid player.

"Bye Handsome," I say, opening the door so he can leave the Gryffindor dorms undetected.

I return to the pictures. These are gold. Sheer gold. We are talking the ultimate in revenge. I guess I can allow my little Handsome to live…for now.

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Third person Point of View ---- Somewhere in the Slytherin dorms.

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"Did the plan go alright?" Draco asked as Blaise came in.

"Alright? She practically jumped me when she found out it was me," Blaise said cockily.

"Where were you?" Draco said raising an eyebrow amusedly.

"On her bed," Blaise said with a smug grin.

Draco's eyes darkened.

"What?" Blaise asked innocently, "You got a claim on the littlest Weasley or something?"

"No!" Draco replied hastily, his brow furrowing,"…Just…Just leave her alone Blaise."

"Alright…Alright," Blaise said raising up his hands in protest, "She's all yours."

"Very funny," Draco said rolling his eyes, "But did you get what I asked for?"

"Yeah yeah," Blaise said casually, "I got what you wanted."

"Well?" Draco prodded.

"Well what?" Blaise said with an innocent smile.

"You're loving this aren't you."

"Immensely."

"Just tell me already Blaise."

"Fine take all of the fun out of it why don't you," Blaise said turning to Draco with a grin.

"Go on."

"Hermione has apparently got a thing for the male Weasel. Feeling's mutual," Blaise said with an accomplished smile.

"Perfect," Draco said leaning back in his chair with a smirk.

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1st person Ginny ---- Great Hall the next Morning.

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"Tut tut, It looks like rain," I proclaim as I walk by Harry and the gang at breakfast.

A flick of my wand upwards and, what do you know, these random pictures of this random blonde-headed boy in diapers come raining down on all the house tables.

How completely random.

I shoot a look at Draco as the papers start raining down and our eyes meet for a brief moment before his eyes-widen in acknowledgment.

I note with glee that he is the first to grab a paper and his eyes flash from momentary terror to long-term anger.

He turns and glares at Blaise who shoots him a sympathetic look of bewilderment. Dang, the boy is good. I need to learn that look…I think Draco half-bought it.

"WEASLEY!" He rings out in rage, echoing across the Great Hall.

And that's my cue…Ginny out.

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