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All right, so maybe the 'Platinum Plan' wasn't so much a plan as much as it was what Ginny called the short episodes in her mind where she could see the trio's shocked faces and angry eyes. It didn't seem like a plan at all, actually, as she had no idea what was leading up to the shock and anger. Oh well, Ginny thought as she slid into her seat at the Gryffindor table in the great hall, purposely located away from the trio.

Across the hall from the frustrated redhead, Pansy Parkinson sat, bored eyes fixed on the blond next to her. She arched an eyebrow as he continued his speech.

"It has to be something big, something that would send Potty crying to his mommy, if she weren't dead already," Malfoy said and then waited for the automatic laughs of Crabbe and Goyle, the only two Slytherins who still humored him.

"Draco," Pansy drawled, really bored this time, "When you actually come up with a plan, you can count me in, but for now I would prefer to have some treacle tart, if you don't mind." The idiot had made her miss the main course. He of course looked outraged.

"Parkinson, if you don't want to help, I don't give a fuck, but I think that your daddy dearest would, oh, and don't forget the Dark Lord." Draco scathed at her, putting on his customary 'I will now fry and eat you' face. Nothing that Pansy couldn't handle.

"We all know that the next encounter with Potter will be the last for the Dark Lord, and really, why would it matter to me what that old fuck thinks?" Pansy said and added in a, "You're acting just like that bitch Granger," as an afterthought. Before Malfoy could actually have a chance to bite back she rose gracefully and swept out of the double doors, surrounded by the flocks of others leaving to their dormitories.

Ginny groaned and turned on her side, checking the clock on her table with the dim light of her wand. Three in the morning. And she was hungry. Despite her initial joy at the sight of food following the short sorting, she hadn't been able to do much more than stab her roast beef, pretending it was Harry's face. Even though she had picked the perfect spot and had made the perfect promise of ignoring the trio, it didn't seem as it could be done. Not when everyone else followed them like sheep, not when their voices could be heard over the rest of those in the hall, and especially not when Dumbledore's eyes seemed to twinkle just for them during his speech.

Ginny tumbled out of bed and stuffed her fist into her mouth to keep from screaming when she stepped on something suspiciously squirmy. Groping her way about, she made it to the common room and then out into the dark hallways. Casting a simple Disillusionment charm on herself, Ginny proceeded to follow the stairways and corridors to the kitchens.

When she tickled the pear slightly, keeping it from giggling too loud, the painting customarily assumed the pretense of a door and she stepped into the large room.

The house elves were busy as ever and a group of about five came rushing toward her, asking as to her preference of food from their selection, or perhaps just a cup of tea, miss?

Dobby, however, stayed behind as the other creatures bustled away to prepare the next day's meal after giving Ginny sustenance. "You is angry at Mister Potter, you is." He said, not angrily, but then again, Ginny had never heard an angry house elf. Well, perhaps Kreature, but those thoughts were better not revisited.

"What?" She couldn't really think of anything to say. That elf was practically in love with Harry, far as she knew.

"Dobby knows you is trying to cause him harm and Dobby will not allow it. Dobby advises Miss Weasley to leave the kitchens and not return if Miss Weasley is wishing to hurt Harry Potter. Harry Potter is a good boy and Miss Weasley will not hurt him." Dobby was practically screeching by then. Scratch that bit about never having heard an angry house elf.

Ginny snatched up the cup of tea that she could get to before being pushed out of the door by Dobby. She never saw the black-haired girl sitting in the corner, sipping coffee from a ceramic cup.

The girl smirked, her short black hair flipping as she shook her head slightly, "So the plot thickens."

Customarily, Ginny would have waited for the trio before heading to breakfast the morning after the sorting ceremony. She felt out of sorts walking down alone, but supposed that being a rebel meant that she would have to break out of her customs. She basked in the glow that leaving the trio behind allotted her, until she found that they had already arrived to the Great Hall before her. Great. They were beating her at her own game without even trying. She was terrible at this mean and sneaky stuff.

"I am great at this." Draco exclaimed in the Slytherin common room that morning, when everyone had already left for breakfast. Only he, Pansy Parkinson, and Theodore Nott graced the common room, Pansy draped across the dragonhide couch. Theodore sat impassively while Draco stalked around them, working far too hard to appear menacing, in Pansy's opinion.

Pansy rolled her eyes, she saw Nott defy the brief urge to do the same.

"Draco, you've been at this all summer and all you can think of is that there has to be some sort of plan, not to mention it has to be embarrassing for Potter. Maybe if I come back in a few centuries?" Pansy drawled out, wanting to savor the look on Malfoy's face.

Though, yes, they were friends and had been so from the moment their parents thought it would be beneficial, Pansy couldn't stand Draco for too long of a time. She was one of the very few who would stand up to him, so he felt the same way, although sometimes, though he'd never admit it, she was his favorite person in the world. Nott was just there.

He have up on snarling after noticing that she was probably right, and took a seat at the edge of the couch. "I suppose you have something better?" He questioned flatly.

"Actually," Pansy rose from her position in one graceful leap, "I do." She paused to take in the look that graced Draco's face, realizing now that she did that quite often. "It seems that a certain little weasel decided to renounce the Potter fan club and come over to the dark side." She waggled her eyebrows, giving him a pointed look.

"Wait, Weasley?"

"No, Weaslette."

"And how do you propose that'll work?" Draco said as scathingly as he could, though Pansy could hear the underlying excited tones in his voice. Poor boy, she thought, if one-upping Potter could give him wet dreams. "We can't exactly come to the Gryffindor common room dressed as recruits for the Potter Must Die mission."

"Just leave that to me. I'd look far better in the uniform, anyway."

Ginny wolfishly stuffed her food down at breakfast, completely ignoring the trio this time, as she hadn't eaten properly since the morning before that. Damn trio. There were no classes as it was Sunday, so she would have time to wander about and have time to fly. She was contemplating whether or not to try out for seeker just to spite Harry when a tawny owl landed in from of her, spilling her pumpkin juice and upturning her plate. Muttering a quick spell, Ginny took the letter from the owl's leg, fed it a piece of bacon, and watched it fly out.

Ginny,

I suppose you wouldn't mind helping me on that potions essay that we have due on Tuesday? Meet me in the library at 1:00 if you can, if not then just send this back. Thanks.

-Morgan Z.

Morgan Zabini, Blaise's younger sister, was terrible at potions. Everyone knew she was terrible at potions when her first day had ended with Snape giving her a detention and then scampering off to wash the pink out of his hair. Slytherins never got detentions from Snape.

Ginny sighed and put the note in her pocket, the owl had flown off anyway. Morgan wasn't exactly a friend to her, but she was the closest to a Slytherin ally that Ginny had ever had. They were potions partners and managed to get decent grades together because Ginny took the potion making process upon herself while Morgan scribbled notes and made copies for her. It was a nice system. Pleasant, not exactly, but nice nonetheless.

Ginny glanced over to the Slytherin table to catch a glimpse of Morgan, surrounded by her friends who all appeared to share the same smirk. Morgan had her brother's dark chocolate skin and almond eyes with long wavy black hair to match. She wasn't exactly beautiful, but if she broke out of the Slytherin demeanor, she very well could be.

Catching Ginny looking at her, Morgan nodded in her direction and went back to conversing with those around her.

A thought then came to Ginny; perhaps she could recruit the Slytherin girl in her quest to take The-Boy-Who-Lived-More-Times-Than-A-Cat-Has-Lives down a few pegs. She was a Slytherin after all, and what snake wouldn't love to give Harry Potter a piece of their mind? And besides, they were practically friends.