The Plan.
Chapter 1: Stunned into Silence.
"Urghhh." Scowling, Ginny Weasley stared down and the ink that now covered the front of her only pair of new robes (new as in not second hand). Letting loose a string of curses that would have had both George and Fred's ears burning, she shook the front of her robes trying to get at least some of the ink off when her tirade was interrupted by the coldly sneering voice of none other then Draco Malfoy.
"As poor in intelligence as you are in money Weasley? Haven't you learned even the simplest of cleaning spells?" Draco snapped while looking disdainfully nose his aristocratically pale nose at the petite red head before him.
Ginny, with a casual flick of her wand, cleaned up the ink. Raising her eyes she smiles beauteously at Draco "If certain people didn't have their heads so far up their own arse that they couldn't see where they were going, I would not have had need of a cleaning charm." Turning lightly on her heel to head into the great hall for lunch she tosses one last comment over her shoulder as she puts a little extra swing to her hips, "And needless to say, Malfoy, trampling unsuspecting females is not the way to go when you are trying to snare their attention. And please do stop gaping, you're starting to drool."
Stunned, Draco stood with his jaw open in the foyer outside of the great hall before shaking himself and settling his customary sneer on to his face and walking into the hall. He glared in the direction of the Gryffindor table be fore settling into his seat. Oblivious to the fact that his normal sneer was being replaced by a bemused expression, he continued to think about what had happened just a moment ago in the foyer. 'So the littlest Weasel has a backbone does she? I wonder just how far I can push her before she breaks. Hmm such a pretty little bit to be having a spirit like that.' He looked up startled by his own thoughts. How could he possible think anything like that? She's a Weasley! 'I must be getting sick.' Lost in his traitorous thoughts Draco almost didn't notice the brown eyes that were smirking at his bewildered face from across the great hall.
Trying to control his wondering thoughts and still ignore the disgusting sounds of Crabbe and Goyle on either side of him, Draco looked up, as he was about to take a bite of his mince pie and met laughing brown eyes. Frozen half way to his mouth, his mince pie slipped off his fork and dropped down the front of his shirt unnoticed while he watch Ginny wink slowly before she flipped her hair over her shoulder and turned to the girl sitting next to her. Shocked and lost once again in his thoughts Draco didn't notice that she left her table until it was too late.
Ginny leaned over Draco's shoulder making sure she brushed his ear with her lips as she spoke "Aww, is widdle dwayco pooh too rich to learn how to feed himself? Do you need your mummy here to feed you?"
Draco watched as Ginny turned and walked out of the great hall. Cheers and applause followed her out of the hall, even though most could not hear what had been said, the fact alone that someone said or did anything with out Draco retaliating was a feat to be celebrated. All he could do was sit there and watch her walk away with a stunned expression on his face, silenced by the actions of the stunning redhead once again.
Ginny joined her dorm mates in the foyer outside of the great hall. Infinitely pleased with herself, Ginny grinned wickedly at her best friend Nikki before announcing, "This day has just gotten a whole lot better."
"Oh no. Ginny what ever could you be plotting now," Nikki asked with an eyebrow quirked. "Please tell me that you are not seriously considering using Malfoy for your plan."
"Plan? What Plan? You know I would never plan or scheme in anyway. Especially if it included boys in anyway. Don't you know they have… well you know… they have cooties." Shuddering dramatically, Ginny shared a knowing look with Nikki before they both collapsed into a fit of laughter in front of the portrait of the fat lady that lead to the Gryffindor common room.
Through out the rest of Draco's day he had a tough time concentrating on his classes. He kept thinking back to lunch and what had happened with the littlest weasel. The nerve it took to talk to him like that, in the great hall none the less, still left hi speechless. He really needed to get his act together and figure out how to pay her back before dinner arrived. There was no way he could let her get away with that. He would never be able to live it down. Already he had been forced to hex a couple of 4th year Slytherin's because they thought that he wouldn't do anything to them just because he didn't do anything to Ginny. Finally deciding that he would allow her to say or do what ever she wished during the meal but then he would get her back when she decided to leave the hall. Little did he know that what he was planning would fit right into her plan.