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Chapter 15-Coming Out to Play
Pansy smirked as she fingered the black leather cover of the book. It was beautiful in an evil way, a dark blood red rose was piercing a human hart. She smiled wickedly, Madam Lynn hadn't even questioned her on the book, only charged it to her fathers account, as usual.
Pansy pushed a few of the blonde curls that fell into her face away. She opened the book, it was an old book, but well kept. She skimmed the table of contents,
she knew the potion she needed, it was just a matter of finding the instructions.
Pansy's smirk widened as she found the potion she was looking for. That Bitch Sunday wouldn't know what hit her when Pansy was done with her. Pansy flipped to the page the book indicated and looked at the ingredients she would need.
She had everything except the holly water and a white rose, but she could get a white rose from Ginny's room, and the holy water from the vampire store in Hogsmead that she had stumbled across in her third year, they sold everything that one would need to kill a vamp, so naturally they would have holy water, right?
~*xo*~
Ginny walked determinedly towards Collin. She wouldn't get expelled for running around Hogwarts naked, but she did have a plan, and Collin had all but told her that he was the editor of 'Magic Wands.'
"I need to talk to you." She said a soon as she was close enough for him to hear her. He nodded and followed her behind a decorative tapestry off of the entrance hall that hid an alcove with a small couch. Ginny immediately sat on it, Collin sat beside her.
"What's up?"
"I want to be in Magic Wands." she deadpanned, crossing her arms over her chest, ready to do battle to get what she wanted. Collin merely raised and eyebrow.
"And you're telling me…because?"
"Don't you dare play stupid with me, Creevey, I know you're the editor, you're the only person in Hogwarts with enough talent with a camera to have started that rag, and I want in!"
"Why?" Ginny huffed at the question. Did that mean that he was the editor? She had just been guessing when she said that.
"To get back at my brother and the rest of the dream team." she said threw clinched teeth.
"Here's the deal Gin, this is business, people pay me for this 'zine, I wasn't going to run an issue this month because I didn't have any girls, Lavender and Parvarti making out is played out. No one cares that they are more into each other than any of the guys they date, if you can get me some girls to put in there it's a deal, ill even give you half the profits." Ginny thought about it for a second. She would get back at her brother, plus make money? And all she had to do was find some more girls? No problem. She shook his hand. This was going to be a cake walk.
~*xo*~
"You want to do what?" Jefferson asked in shock, Rivers was still staring blankly at the red head. There was no way in hell she had heard what she thought she had heard,
"Model for 'Magic Wands.'" Rivers busted out laughing. Jefferson ignored her.
"Why?"
"To get even with Ron and the rest of the Dream Team. So are you two in?" Jefferson thought about it a minute.
"What you think Riv? Want to be a porn star?" Rivers quickly sobered.
"Are you two serious?" at their nods she sighed. "Well I can't let you two go in alone."
"Now, who else do you think would do this with us?" Ginny asked as Rivers climbed up on the bed to join the other two.
"Defiantly Pansy, that girl has a wild streak, plus she's cool." Jefferson said.
"That Lovegood chick, she's kinda cute, put her in a to small school outfit and stick a lollie in her mouth and it's a done deal."
"What about Erin Jones and Jamie Right? They are totally in to the bi thing, they would love to do this, and it don't hurt that they are both cute blondes."
"Yeah, Come on Girls we have work to do." Ginny said with an evil glint in her eye.
~*xo*~
Draco sighed, he was dead bored. He looked around his room for something interesting to do. He glanced at the books stacked neatly beside his desk, Nada, he had done all of his homework earlier; his computer, couldn't get on Wiznet, he had forgotten to pay the bill; read a book, nope, he had read every book on his shelf at least twenty times and didn't feel like going to the library. He sighed again and flopped down across his bed, letting his head hang down so he could see under his bed.
He reached out and grabbed a flat book type packet. Pulling it out he saw that it was the magazine that Jefferson, the crazy American with pink hair, had given him on the train, the one with Ginny on the cover.
Interested he opened it up, it was clearly a girlie magazine. It had articles about makeup and clothes, advice for young people about relationships, and a whole three pages talking about embarrassing moments, it truly was festinating. Then he saw something that truly caught his attention, his complete attention.
Ginny. He knew she was on the cover, but it was a spring/summer issue. Ginny was in the book, in a bathing suit. Sure, she was covered in every picture, considering there were a few of them, and the rest she was modeling shorts, pants and tank tops, but there was still that one picture. Jefferson and Rivers were there too, both wearing bathing suits, but he wasn't focusing on them. There was only one person in that magazine he was looking at, and it didn't have anything to do with Jennifer Lopez's secrete wedding, or Britany Spears and Madonna coming out with a song together.
He studied every couture of her body, her pale skin and her gorgeous hair. He sighed, what was he getting himself into? He shut the magazine and threw it back where he had gotten it. He wasn't suppose to find the smallest Weasel cute, sexy or refer to her hair as gorgeous! He was suppose to call her ugly and homely! Then again, he wasn't suppose to dream about her either. Of course in his dreams she was always fully clothed, but now, now she would have considerably less on. He groaned. Great, just great, now he was falling for a Weasely.
~*xo*~
"You really shouldn't have challenged her, Ron. You know how she is…She's stubborn, she'll never back out!" Hermione said as Ron moved a piece on the chess bored him and Harry were at.
"Please! She can't very well run around without a stitch on, your worried about nothing, I won."
"well Ron as much as I would love to believe you, I have bad feeling about this, don't get mad when I tell you I told you so." Hermione lectured.
"I think that's you favorite thing to say to me, it really is. Its always, 'Ron, I told you so Ron!' or 'What did I tell you, Ron?' or my all time favorite, 'You really should have listened to me!'" he said, assuming a high pitched voice when he was quoting/mocking Hermione. "Well guess what, little miss I know everything! I know my little sister better than you, I how far I can push my little sister, and I know how much she can take. You don't know everything, so stop acting like you do!"
"Well! If that's the way you really feel Ronald Weasely, I might just help Ginny beat you this time, because you deserve it, you ass hole!" She screamed back at him while tears welled up in her eyes. Without another word, and before Ron could comprehend what had just transpired she turned on her heel and marched strait out the exit, in search of her new ally, because whether Ginny knew it or not, that's what Hermione was, an ally in Gryffindor Tower.
*
The two boys sat in shocked silence for a few minutes. "She's wrong." Ron deadpanned as he directed another piece on the bored. Harry stared at him for a second, not sure who he wanted to side on this with.
Truth be told, Ginny had changed, a lot. She wasn't the blithering idiot she had been before, she didn't hang on his every word. Sure, she had been cute before she left, but not a challenge, but now…now she was. She was every guy in Hogwarts wet dream, every guy dreamed of calling her his own. And her friends warrant to shabby either, he really adored that girl that he had potions with, she was smart, maybe even smarter than Hermione, but she didn't boast about it or study religiously like Hermione did. Maybe they would be interested in a threesome? Maybe even let the little blonde join, she was definitely cute. Of course, this would have to wait till after Ginny was his, and she would be, because he was after all, the Famous Harry Potter. So with a triumphant smirk, he moved his piece across the chess bored. Already dreaming of all the ways that Ginny would submit to his will, all the things he could teach her to do with that cute little mouth of hers.
"What are you smiling for, Mate? You just lost?" Ron said, truly confused. Harry just shook his head and challenged Ron to a do over.
~*xo*~
Hermione stopped outside the Slytherin entrance. She wiped away the tearstains on her face and tried to get her breathing under control. She had a lot of apologizing to do to Ginny. She cleared her throat and debated the best way to get into the common room with out being hexed into next year, her and the Slytherins weren't exactly on each others Christmas list's.
She nibbled on her bottom lip, a habit she had picked up form spending so much time with Ginny when she stayed at the Burrow, and twisted a light brown curl between her fingers. So lost in thought she hadn't noticed that someone had come out of the common room.
Draco leaned against the wall, watching as the Head Girl stood in front of the Slytherin Entrance debating with herself. He wondered how long she had been standing there and if she knew how dangerous it was. After a few more minutes and her not noticing him, he cleared his throat, she jumped and let out a startled "eep."
"Fancy meeting you down here, Granger." He sneered. He had stopped calling her mud-blood when Pansy had threatened to kill him if he ever purposely made her cry again.
"I-I need to s-speak with Ginny." She strangled out between large gulps of air, the ones you take right after you force yourself to stop crying.
"Ginny? Ginny who?" He asked with a smirk. He was extremely surprised to see her already red eyes fill with tears.
He wasn't going to let her in. she should have known better. She fought hard to suppress the tears that were fighting to come out. She did not, under any circumstances want to cry in front of the prick of Hogwarts, but the tears came and soon, her whole body shook with them, racking her poor frame. First, Ron had told her a bunch of shit that had hurt her feelings, even more so because she liked the stupid git, and now, and now, Draco "eat me" Malfoy wasn't going to let her in to see Ginny. It was all just to much for a 17 year old girl that was constantly under pressure to do her best, keep her friends out of trouble, help defeat the dark lord, and still turn out to be a perfect young lady. All the pressure that she had been feeling before suddenly dropped down on her, making her cry even harder, louder.
There Draco stood, rooted to the spot, torn between wanting to help her and wanting to bolt, when the door opened for the second time. This time, Pansy stepped threw.
"Hey have you seen Gin- WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO HER NOW?! I THOUGHT I WARNED YOU ABOUT THIS!" Pansy yelled, her body shaking with rage. Draco let out a strangled cry. How was he suppose to tell her that he hadn't meant for the girl to cry?
Hermione, hearing the girl yelling, was frightened into silence, her doe like brown eyes open wide in fear, and the shock of just having an almost nervous breakdown. Pansy shot one more threatening glare at the Head Boy before kneeling down in front of the trembling girl.
"Hermione? Are you all right?" Pansy cooed, using the girls first name, because secretly, Pansy had always loved the name. It sounded an awful lot like Harmony. The other girl merely blinked and looked as if she were trying to figure out what had just happened. Pansy stood and whirled on her best friend.
"YOU!" she yelled, poking him directly in his muscular chest. "SPEAK! Why the hell is Hermione Granger sitting on the dungeon floor looking as if someone has just told her that every book in the world had just been burned?!" Pansy hissed at him threw clinched teeth. Draco swallowed. Now, how was he going to explain this with out looking bad? He sighed, he was doomed.
*
Twenty minutes later, and after the Head Boy had begged for forgiveness from not only Pansy, but from Hermione too, the three sat in Ginny, Jefferson, and Rivers bedroom, waiting for the three to return. In the mean while amusing themselves with the muggle television.
"Do I have to be in here?" Draco whined, looking pleadingly towards the door and back to Pansy, who, despite her acceptance of his profuse apologizing, still looked quite pissed off. So, obviously, she pointedly ignored his request, daring him to move towards that door.
All of a sudden the very door Pansy had been daring him to move towards was thrown open and the three giggling girls that occupied the room came bursting in, all laughing and chatting at the same time. Draco jumped with a surprised "eep" sound, the very sound that Hermione had made earlier. Ginny stopped short and took in the three people in her room. First, there was Draco. Looking incredibly uncomfortable, glancing around and looking nervous. Second, there was Hermione, looking as if she had no idea where she was or who anyone was. Ginny had a sinking suspicion that Draco The Git Malfoy had something to do with this. And there stood Pansy, a small smile gracing her features, but still looking deathly serious.
"O God, now what happened?" Ginny asked, wasting no time with greetings.
"Well I…" Draco started, but was immediately cut off by a glare that Pansy sent his way. Normally he wouldn't have been quite so terrified of her, but he knew that she was going to tell these three everything that she knew about why Hermione, in the last 30 minutes hadn't uttered a single syllable. And he was terrified about what these three could come up with, along with the help of Pansy and the smartest girl in the school. Yelp, his fate was sealed. He was a dead man walking.
*XO*
Blaise grinned cockily as he stepped onto the Qudditch pitch. He usually went out there to think about something that was bothering him, and at the present moment that something was a someone, something that had never happened to him before. The next day he would be flying around in the air on a broom, high enough that should he fall, he would break his neck…and for what? A stupid game? Blaise sighed. He hadn't wanted to play Qudditch, really, he hadn't, but he needed something to pass the time with, and it didn't hurt that his best friend and cousin was on the team, and Pansy was their number one fan.
Taking a deep breath he sat down on the Slytherin stands to sort out his emotions. Yeah, Jefferson was cute, and when ever she got to close to him his brain would turn to mush, and if it wasn't for her constantly fixing his mistakes in potions, he would be the first Slytherin in history to have melted or blown up his cauldron. And she was cocky. No matter what you said to that girl she always had a smart ass comment waiting on the tip of her tongue. He had told Ginny about his infatuation with her friend, hoping to get some sort of friendship going with her, and of course, that had worked. But Jefferson was either playing hard to get, didn't think of him that way, or didn't know he existed. He really hoped that she liked him to, but had no way of knowing, other than Ginny saying that Jefferson thought he was "cute." and what the hell did that mean anyway? What the hell did she think was cute about him? Deliciously handsome, yes; sexy, yes; but cute? Wasn't that a word that people used for puppies and babies?
*xo*
The day of the noon match dawned bright and cheerful. She sky a magnificent shade of sea blue, a gentile breeze that promised a warm day for late September and early October. Ginny Weasely, Jefferson Tally, Rivers James, Hermione Granger, and Pansy Parkinson stood outside The Room of Requirement.
"tell me again why we are doing this?" Hermione asked as she looked frightfully at the door that would soon be opened.
"To get back at that prat brother of mine, because I can't run around Hogwarts in my knickers, but I can pose for a shag mag, one that my brother reads." Ginny said determinedly. As she tucked a few of her escaped curls behind her ear.
"But why am I here?" Hermione pushed.
"Because you like my brother, he's a prat, you want to get back at him, you love me, and I need you to do this." Ginny grounded out. Technically she was glad for Hermione's shyness, it didn't leave time for her own insecurities of a bunch of boys seeing her naked, or close to naked, in a book that most guys wanked off because of. She fully understood why this was a problem for Hermione, because the older girl, like her, was a virgin, wanting only the man she loved to see her. Well, he would, just he wouldn't be the only one.
"Right. Shall we than?" Rivers asked, smiling brightly. Ginny nodded and opened the door.
~*XO*~
Hermione hadn't come back last night, nor had she showed up for breakfast, nor had she been in the library, and because classes had been cancelled due to the match at noon, they had no idea of where to look for her.
Ronald Weasely was beyond worrying, what if something had happened to her? What of she was hurt, alone, or frightened? He searched the Maunders Map that he and Harry had pulled out. Little did he know that Harry was actually looking for a certain little red-head instead of his best friends love interest. But neither were on the map.
Hermione, the clever witch that she was, had put a very strong anti-tracking charm on her and the other girls. One that wouldn't allow them to show up on the Map that Harry and Ron were now so intently studying, each for a different reason, one honorable, one not quite so.
"Damn it! She's not on here! Where the hell could she be?!" Ron burst out after twenty minutes of studying each little moving dot like his life depended on it. Harry, who was annoyed that Ginny wasn't showing up on the map, plopped down on his bed muttering softly under his breath.
"I'll kill them both if he's shagging her." but Ron caught the threat and instantly cornered the smaller male.
"Who Is she shagging?"
"Blaise." Harry said, distracted, right after the words had left his mouth he wished he could shove them right back in.
Ron laughed. "Zabini? Are you off your cart? Hermione has so much more class than that. He's a Slytherin for the gods sakes."
Harry chose not to mention that Ron's younger sister was also a Slytherin, and mentally kicked himself for letting the name of Zabini slip threw his lips.
"Yeah, I guess, I just have been noticing him looking at her strangely lately. But your right, its highly unlikely." he lied quickly.
The two boys went back to studying the map.
~*xo*~
"We can beat these wankers! They are the lowest of the low! Hufflepuff don't come close to the challenge that Gryffindor is going to present! We want that cup this year, we deserve that cup this year! We have worked to hard to let it go, We worked hard, harder then we ever have before. We don't want to get any fowls. If you absolutely have to pull a Salazar, do it on the DL, nothing is keeping me form that cup, if I have to AK the whole blasted team and get you replaced I bloody damn will!" Draco yelled at his team members that surrounded him, he was going for inspiration, he had a feeling that he had inspired them to be scared. O well, if they were afraid to do bad, there was a less likely chance that they would fail, after all, this was Hufflepuff.
~*XO*~
"Does anyone ever wonder why it is that Hufflepuff even tries? I mean they always lose." Ginny asked Pansy, who was on one side of her in the stands.
"Actually, they beat Ravenclaw last year." Hermione, who had yet to speak to Ron and Harry spoke up from behind her. Ron had also been heard to call her a trader for abandoning her house and sitting on the Slytherin side.
"Yeah, they came in third. Gryffindor only beating Slytherin by fifty points. It was the closest we have gotten since Harry Potter." Pansy said making polite conversation.
"can we not talk about Potter please?" Ginny asked boo-ing along with the rest of Slytherin as Hufflepuff strutted out onto the field.
"O my god!" Jefferson exclaimed as she brought her binoculars up to her eyes. She actually hated Qudditch, the only reason she even went to matches was because she liked the way the Qudditch pants looked on the guys. So naturally no one paid any attention to her, all thinking that she had found a perfect nimbus sculpted bottom. "Rivers, see those two big baboons right there?" She asked, pointing to the two largest players, the beaters. Rivers nodded. "They look familiar?"
Rivers snatched the binoculars form her friend and lifted them to her eyes. "THAT'S THEM!" she yelled, taken by surprise. She hadn't seen the two jack asses that had called her and JJ Septic's since the incident in the hall way.
"Roy Calms and Bennie Davis? What? They fat and grungy, and Davis smells like rotten eggs." Pansy said, wrinkling her nose at the thought.
"And Calms has a sweat problem, that boy is like a faucet, sweat just drips off of him, no matter how cold it is out." Ginny said as she put up a grossed out face.
"Yeah, well, those two "bloody wankers" are the ones that called us septic's." Jefferson said dryly.
Before any of the girls could say anything a loud cheer rang out around them as their team took the field. Ginny, despite the boiling anger she felt towards the two beaters on the opposing team, felt her heart skip a beat as Draco strutted out on to the field, looking damned sexy in his Slytherin green robes, and tight riding pants.
"hey! What I miss?" Spike asked as he squeezed in to a seat behind Pansy and beside Hermione.
"Nothing yet." Pansy said as Hootch made a little "play nice" speech to the teams, particularly Slytherin. The captains shook hands and they were off.
"Slytherin in the lead, a nice save by Licity Coring for Slytherin, that girl may be an evil, rotten, no good-"
"LEE!"
"Errr…sorry Prof."
Ginny smiled to herself. Although Lee Jordan had graduated, he was still the occasional announcer. Some things never changed.
An hour into the game it was over, Slytherin had won. 365 to 100. It was sad really. First, they lose their match, then there beaters get murdered, and if they survived the beating that Ginny gave those two fuck heads, they still had to worry about Spike.
The music was deafening in the common room. People were patting the team and telling them that they were hero's. Ginny wondered how big the party would be if they beat Gryffindor. Hermione, whom no one said anything about due to the fact she was hanging with the four most popular, and most deadly, girls in Slytherin, not to mention Hogwarts, walked up beside her.
"Having fun yet?" She yelled over the music. Ginny glanced at the brunette, who had a cup of fire whiskey in her hand. Ginny had never seen Hermione drink before, and the Head Girl wasn't showing any signs of being pissed.
"A regular ball." Ginny drawled in true Slytherin fashion, something she had unknowingly picked u from her house mates.
"glad to hear it. Don't drink the punch if you don't want to get Pissed, a fourth year just spiked it, right after three other kids did that is. Quite funny, everyone spiking the punch that is. They will all be thinking that they are drinking just punch with a little rum, when in reality, there is no telling what kind of boos have gone into that bowel." Hermione said with a giggle. Ginny, after never hearing Hermione giggle before was utterly shocked at the older girl.
Mean while in the head boys room Draco, Pansy, and Blaise sat around talking about the small situation that needed to be fixed.
"Davis and Calms, huh?" Blaise said off handedly in a, that's lovely, pass the salt dear, kid of way. But to those who knew him like Draco and Pansy knew it to mean, "I'm going to gut them while they live, pour salt in the open wounds, gauge out their eyes, and watch them slowly die. Them I'm going to wear their skin as a dress cloak after I feed their internal organs to the giant dog of Hagrids."
An extremely quite and mannerly Blaise was never good. It ran in the family or something, that was all Pansy could think of because when Draco was overly pissed he tended to do the same, only six times worse, he froze you out, refused to acknowledge that you still lived and breathed, which was bloody aggravating when you were trying to apologize, even if he was contemplating your demise.
"Yeah. Jeff pointed them out earlier." Pansy said, fidgeting a little. Blaise looked extremely, over the hill pissed.
*
"Hey, Ginny Winny, hehe, that rhymes!"
"Err, hi Jeff."
"I wanna sing. Lets sing. Me you and the band, I wanna sing." Jefferson chirped happily in that slurred lazy way that drunk people talk. Ginny just stared at her friend. She wanted to sing? Was she crazy, wait, don't answer that.
"Now's not a grand time, Jeff. Besides, none of these people want to hear us sing." Ginny said slowly, as if talking to a small, stubborn child. Unfortunately, Slytherins have a bad habit of ease dropping, because the people nearest them started protesting, they wanted to hear them sing.
Great, just great.