Thanks to caity-b, Jill-Weasley (Maybe I'll make it both HG and DG, just because I'm crazy like that. But I'm leaning towards DG) concoction, (Ooh, trust me, Harry and Ginny are v. v. mad, they'll have some v. v. cool plans) PP Ruffie (Most of my ideas come from things I've actually done. The glitter cloud, for example, was when in fourth grade me and my friends took all the glitter from the art room and hung it in buckets over random doors in the school. It was hilarious) xxaishiteru (I want to make this romance as hard as possible for my characters ) Archer of Darkness and Callie (If you look any dreamier I'm dying your hair blond and calling you Loony. JK!) bella, preciousone, Mellia Black (NO! Don't sue me, the only thing I own at the moment is this packet of Orbit gum! And a tissue! I wanted Draco to throw Ima across the Hall, but he can't get in trouble so early in the fic. Ginny will think badly of him…) Aurelia Malfoy, ice princess grl (Don't tell JKR you said that) and Amfmchic.

Disclaimer: Someday, all will recognize my geniosity and bow before me. Until then, I'm stuck bowing to JKR, and let me tell you, she doesn't like half-crouching or slouches. It must be a full-blown bow…anyways, I digress. I don't own it.

sleeping with the enemy

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"Tessa."

"Oui?"

"Don't do that. I hate the French."

"I'm hurt."

"Tessa, I'm bored." Ginny was sitting upside down on her bed, and throwing a small ball of light she had found and made it solidify. It made a nice clinking noise as it rolled against the wall and back towards her. "Why am I bored?"

Tessa was reading something and sitting on her bed. "Because Ron, Harry and Hermione asked you if you wanted to go and practice your defensive charms. You said no."

Ginny crossed her arms stubbornly, and immediately regretted it as the ball hit her in her head. She scowled. "I would end up knocking one of then out. I'm very smart you know. Voldemort should have been bowing down to me…yes, Tommy was a good lad when you get down to it, but very misguided."

Tessa ignored her. "Colin asked you if you wanted to go with him and Neville to take some photographs for the scrap-book they're putting together. You said no."

Ginny picked up the ball and knocked it against the floor, still upside down. "I'm not interested in photos. Only ones that have to do with blackmail are even remotely ok."

"And then when Lavender and Parvati and Padma asked you if you wanted to get a full make-over in Hogsmeade, you said no."

"Doesn't that one speak for itself?" Ginny said, and poked the ball lightly. Tessa shut her book.

"The point it, Ginny, that half of Hogwarts has asked you to go somewhere, and every time you've said no."

Ginny pouted slightly. "And the other half?"

"They're Slytherins."

"Ah." Ginny picked the ball up, and moved up so that she was lying on her bed, with her face over the footboard. The truth was, she'd been bored ever since the first prank, or Objective: Capture The Flag.

The flag was Crabbe's frilly red panties, which they had actually found in his pocket. So they just left the black thong they were intending to use for another trick.

Snape hadn't been happy, of course. In fact, to say that Voldemort would have been afraid of him is an understatement. A huge one. Even Dumbledore shrank back as the livid Potions professor stood and attempted to bark out an angry statement.

Attempted being the key word here.

Instead, what came out was, "Why are you staring? It's perfectly normal for people to cuddle when they're in love." After which he blushed—actually blushed! And then promptly rushed out of the room, clutching his stomach and turning green. And he was still holding the panties, too.

Crabbe had the bravado to actually flip over and stare round at the room, stand up, and walk slowly over to Draco, whose smirk quickly disintegrated.

"Er, er, Draco." He whispered, but very loudly. Draco cast a glance at Ginny, who nodded surreptitiously. He looked back to Crabbe.

"What is it?"

The hulking boy leaned on the table, and several people jumped back for fear of getting Severitus. "Why are they flaring?"

Draco stared. "What? Why are they—what?"

Crabbe gestured animatedly. "Y'know, flaring!" Blaise at this moment decided to let out a snort. "Honestly…it's not flaring, Crabbe, it's staring. Why are they staring? And it's because you've been sleeping with Snape, and didn't even have the decency to tell your so-called friends." He pulled a hurt look.

Crabbe looked confused as people came out of their shell-shocked states long enough to laugh. "But I'm not sleeping with Snape. I'm sleeping with Gregory!"

Blaise looked ashen, and Draco was so pale he could have been mistaken for Casper. Goyle, who had been sitting at the table and looking pissed the entire time, smiled bashfully. "Of course, me love."

To make a v. long story short, Crabbe and Goyle were marched out of the Great Hall by a half-crazed Professor Flitwick, who was the only one still conscious besides Dumbledore at the Teacher's table.

After a few days, everyone had generally found the whole situation very funny, but it was a bit too late. So the plan did not go well. And Snape still hadn't reappeared, which meant Dumbledore was to teach their potions lessons. Everyone looked forward to this.

"Tessa?"

"Oui?"

"I'm not speaking to you if you speak in French again." Ginny rolled her eyes and slipped out of bed. "It's a Saturday, I'm bored, and we agreed that that's not supposed to happen. So, what do we do?"

Tessa sighed. "I suppose we can wander. Or go into the Forbidden Forest and deck Aragog, then run very, very fast back into here."

Ginny stared. "You're mad. That's why I like you." Both of them were wearing flared jeans (black) and tank tops (also black) and sneakers (also black, what did you think?).

It was relatively quiet as they went downstairs. Only a few first years or second years were curled up on the floor, playing Exploding Snaps. Ginny eyed a boy who seemed to be bald in the front of his head.

"That's a dangerous game. We need to play it more."

She and Tessa giggled as they clambered out of the portrait, and slid down the stairs. When they got to the end of one hallway, they turned down the next, and the next, and at dead ends they would turn back and take another way, all the while talking about random things.

They were arguing over who probably had shoved more beans up a friend's nose when they were little when they ran into two very hard something's.

"Urgh…I kill you…" Ginny made a little waving motion with her hand, and was startled when something grabbed it and picked her up. Her eyes cleared to see Draco peering at her in amusement.

"Drunk, Weasley?" She nodded sagely as Blaise picked Tessa up.

"Nein, mein Fuhrer. I am high. Off of laughter."

Even Tessa eyed her strangely after that one, and Draco put a hand to her forehead. "Are you sure you're ok, Weasley?" Ginny sighed, and nodded once more.

"Fine, just fine. But boredom does the weirdest things to you. Can we go to your room?" Draco smirked.

"A little straightforward, aren't we?" He winced as Ginny hit him over the head, and started laughing. Tessa and Blaise nearly fell over, but Ginny remained still, glaring at him.

"Oh, so you think it's funny? I merely suggested it because there is nothing else to do, and in your room you have the queerest things. All dark and nasty-like." Her eyes glazed over, and Blaise backed away absently. Draco shook his head, smiling.

"Fine then. You can both come with Blaise and me; we were heading back to the room anyway." He motioned for them to follow him, as he made his way to the Head Boy rooms.

Once inside, Ginny promptly ran for the bed and jumped on it, burying herself under the yards of silk. "Mmm, Gods, I love this…"

"Being in my bed?"

She didn't bother answering and snuggled down deeper into the sheets as she heard Blaise, Draco and Tessa situate themselves in different places around the room.

"So, what should we do for the next prank?" Blaise asked.

"Ginny's supposed to be thinking up something, but she'd rather smell Mal-Ferret stench then do much thinking, I suppose."

Ginny poked her head out and frowned at Tessa. "You've just been moved to thirty-first on my 'To Die At My Hands' list. That's not good."

"Why is Weasley thinking up the plots?" Draco said suddenly. Ginny pushed some hair back from her face and groaned in frustration as it fell back again. "Because I live with Fred and George, Malfoy, and also because I am the best at hexes and curses and the like, besides Harry."

"Ah…and why don't you wear a hair tie?" He sounded bemused as Ginny held her hair back with one hand and grimaced.

"Because, hair ties are utterly nonsensical things, and I find no point in wearing them. And there is nothing else cool enough to wear." She added, almost as an afterthought, "So there."

Tessa covered her eyes with one hand. "I think she drank something. I honestly think she drank something." Ginny rolled her eyes and proceeded to go back into the covers and content herself with the softness of the fabric, and as the others began to talk of lesser things, she began to plot.

Almost an hour later, the covers on Draco's bed rustled, but he, Blaise and Tessa didn't notice, as they were in a deep, philosophical-type-thingy discussion about what the best Quidditch team was and why.

So when Ginny crept out from the bed, no one noticed. She slouched against the side of the bed and eyed them all warily. Draco was sitting on the floor, leaning against the footboard. Blaise was in the window seat on the other side of the room, and Tessa was sitting in a chair with her legs swung over the side next to Blaise.

Ginny let the covers fall over her and cover her completely. She trundled over to the footboard and before anyone could notice her, did the unthinkable.

She jumped Draco Malfoy.

He let out a little muffled cry before he was swathed completely in the yards and yards of silk, and by the time he realized what had happened, Ginny had laughed so much she was sure she was going to suffocate under green silk sheets.

Suddenly, she felt something grab her arm, and she gave a little shriek, until she realized it was Draco. He moved the sheets from his eyes and glared at her.

"You're mad."

She fell back and giggled. "And you're a narcissistic pig. No one's perfect, you have to understand that." He rolled his eyes.

"And I love you too, schookums." Ginny chuckled, ignoring the shiver that had run up her spine as she heard those words. After a while, she noticed the room was quiet. As she was valiantly attempting to get out, Ginny came to a conclusion.

"What fresh hell? TESSA ANDROMEDA REEVE! YOU WILL REMOVE THIS SPELL AND LET ME OUT! YOU WILL YOU WILL YOU WILL!"

There was muffled laughter, and then Blaise's voice came through. "We'll be by in about an hour to let you out. Later." And the door slammed.

Draco picked at the fabric. "Ooh, a never-ending spell. How childish…and it can't be taken off except by those who cast it. I think they want us to spend time together, Weaselette."

"Don't call me that," Ginny snapped irritably. "I have a name, you know. It's Ginny." Draco smirked.

"I don't think your mother named to Ginny Weasley. You must have a full one. I, for example, am Draco Alexander Malfoy."

Ginny gave him a calculating look before replying. "Ginevra Teresa Weasley. But call me Ginevra and I will castrate you, and just because I've used that threat before, I'll throw in a free decapitation as well."

He laughed, then. "That's why I like you, Ginevra. You're so brutally honest." She stuck her tongue out at him, and he resisted the urge to stifle her next words with his own.

"Don't call me that! Ooh, what have I done?" she moaned, banging a fist against her head, until something caught her. Silver-blue eyes flashed with an unreadable emotion, and Draco tilted his head to the side.

"So, Fireball, what was it that made you so excited that you just had to pounce on me?" She pushed her hair out of her eyes absently. "Don't call me Fireball either, that's for missions."

"But I like it."

He was pouting, and there was no way in seven hells that she could ever fall for it…all the way. She almost relented, but then fixed a pout on her own face as well. "Please? For me?"

His face softened, and he swore under his breath. "Fine. No Fireball, then." She smiled wickedly, and he attempted to atone. "But if it's not Fireball, it's Ginevra, or Red."

"Fireball it is!"

He smirked, then rolled over and glared at the expanse of green above him. "So? What was it?" Ginny sighed.

"I have a plan." She explained it very quickly, and was pleased to see him smile as she finished. "See? I told you you should have been in Slytherin," he drawled.

She sighed, then yawned. "And now that my poor brain has been worked to the max, I need a nap." She set her head down on the silk and closed her eyes. Draco snorted.

"Really, that's not a smart thing to do. I may hex you." He looked over at her and was surprised to see she was already asleep. She looked rather cute, he thought, with her lips in a slight frown and her nose wrinkled cutely. Her hair was curling in long tendrils about her eyes, and without really thinking, he reached out and brushed them away.

She opened her eyes a little and whispered, "Thanks," before she fell asleep again. Draco sighed as he closed his own.

Why was life always harder for the perfect ones?

Blaise and Tessa wandered back in exactly two hours, thirty-three minutes and forty-seven seconds later. Tessa removed the spell, and they both ripped the sheets off. Their grins were wiped off quickly, though, as they saw the scene before them.

Tessa sent Blaise for Colin, who came in, gasped, and took many, MANY photographs. Then Colin went for Justin, who in turn went for the Dream Team. This turned out to be a mistake, as Ron had to be dragged back outside lest he wake the sleeping people, and as Hermione tried to calm him down and explain with the information Tessa had given her, Harry eyed the couple wearily.

"Wow." Blaise said finally, shaking his head. "I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it myself. D'you think we should wake them?"

Harry shook his head. "Let's use Locomotor Mortis move them onto the bed." He grinned evilly. "And take more pictures."

When this was all done, and they had nothing more to do, and so Blaise ushered them all out of the room. As he left, he shook his head and looked at the scene laid out before him, smiling broadly.

"Carina will kill me for this…but at least we got pictures!" He shut the lights off and left, picturing the blackmail this could be used for.

And on the bed, Ginny Weasley lay curled up on one side, an arm thrown haphazardly around Draco Malfoy's waist. His arm, in turn, was trailing absentmindedly through her hair as he slept, and another one was lying on his side. They were very, very close together, and if one hadn't known any better, they almost looked—

Well, like a couple.

Ginny yawned and stretched luxuriously. She felt well rested and very comfy. With a disgruntled sigh as she couldn't sleep any more, she opened her eyes.

And closed them.

And opened them again…

"Draco Alexander Malfoy, what in bloody hell possessed you to be anywhere near me as I slept?" she hissed, in a very low, dangerous voice.

The Slytherin's eyes opened and peered groggily at her. She squealed as his arms wrapped around her waist and drew her closer. "Shh, sleep…"

She poked him. Hard. In the eye. He opened said eye and glared viciously at her with it while she smiled.

"What was that for?" His voice was slurred, and she made a mental note; Draco Malfoy did not get up quickly in the mornings, like her. She could use this against him…

"You're holding on to me, Malfoy, and I really want to leave." He had closed his eyes again. "Come now, Fireball, sleep. S'good for you."

She sighed; mostly because she found that she didn't want to get out of the bed, not matter how much she said so. "Let go of me, I have to—er, use the bathroom." Thankfully, he took his hands back, and she bolted to the bathroom.

Inside, she rested an arm on the sink and closed her eyes as she regained her memory of yesterday. She remembered closing her eyes, and dreaming about—Draco. She frowned and peered at herself in the mirror.

Was she sick?

This was Malfoy! Shaking her head in disgust, Ginny ran a finger through her hair and pushed the bangs crowding in front of her eyes aside. Why did she, out of all the Weasley clan, have to be the one caught in the most embarrassing situations?

And how in the name of Godric Gryffindor's pantyhose did she get into the bed with him?

Swearing under her breath, she flushed the toilet six times and hoped the ferret's bathroom flooded, then walked out.

And stopped.

Draco was sitting on the edge of his bed, clothes and hair mussed to no end. He was yawning widely and running his fingers through his blond locks, and at the same time managed to be leaning against the pole of the four-poster bed.

Ginny gaped.

He opened his eyes fully and grinned lopsidedly, making her stomach do flips. "Like what you see, Fireball?" She blushed furiously, unable to make a comment, and Draco stood.

"By the way, it's seven, so I'm going to go shower, and if you want to brave the flood of Slytherins coming into their dorms, which are, coincidentally right next to this room, then go on. Otherwise, I shower, you wait, I dress, and we leave."

Ginny had to admit she felt a little sticky under the clothes she was wearing, and shook her head. "I shower after. I need to, and hurry, I want to get back to my dorm." He shrugged and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door securely behind him. Ginny fell back onto the covers as she thought of what the Dream Team would say if they knew…

"I'LL KILL HIM! I'LL KILL HIM AND CHOP HIS BLOODY WAND OFF!"

"Give them a chance, it might work out, and besides, Ginny's old enough to work this out if she wants. She's a bright girl, smarter then me, and Dumbledore even."

"Quidditch, anyone?"

Ok, so maybe those were exaggerated, but they would say something along those lines. She decided it would be safer to just read some of the books Draco had then to let her mind wander. It had some pretty treacherous thoughts, like what Draco must be doing right now—BOOK! She must get a book…

A few minutes later, Draco wandered out in only a towel. He looked to Ginny, who was reading something. "What are you doing, Weasley?"

"Reading."

"Is that one of my books?" He glared at her suspiciously as she marked the place and nodded, slipping it back into the bookshelf.

"It's very—interesting, Malfoy. I'm going to go shower now, ok?" And she practically sprinted into the bathroom. Draco immediately walked (read: dashed) to the bookshelf and grabbed the book. A muffled groan left his lips as he looked at the title.

The Joy of Sex.

Gods, he was going to kill Blaise.

When Ginny came out a few moments later, she was performing a drying charm on her hair. Draco was dressed, all in black. Trousers, long sleeved shirt, shoes. He smirked at her.

"To match you," he said, and she rolled her eyes. Her hair was curling at the ends, which she hated, and now her bangs were doing it too. She put her wand down and walked to the door.

"We're off, then. I'll tell these evil people who decided to leave me alone with you tomorrow. So let's go!" Draco led her out of the room and as she was unfamiliar with most of the Slytherin dungeons, he stayed with her until they were at the Great Hall.

"This is your stop, you may leave the Sex God now." He smiled cheekily, and she shook her head.

"Like a kid, you are." She looked up the stairs. "I suppose I'd better go. Thanks for relieving me of my boredom, and er—stuff. Bye."

He surprised her when he kissed her on the cheek, and with all seriousness, whispered, "Bye." And walked back from where he came from.

Ginny touched a finger to her cheek, and, shaking off the feeling, walked back to the Gryffindor Tower, feeling uncommonly giddy. She had barely given the Fat Lady the password when the portrait swung open and she was dragged inside.

Ron loomed over her, looking as mad as—er, a madman.

"GINEVRA TERESA WEASLEY, WHAT WERE YOU DOING SLEEPING WITH A MALFOY!"

Ginny closed her eyes as Tessa appeared behind him, and muttered the only French word she thought worthwhile.

"Ah, merde."

Ginny looked into Ron's blazing eyes, and decided that frankly, she was sick and tired of this, the latter being the most true.

"Ron, I was sleeping with Malfoy. But not in the context your pervy mind is thinking. And if you'd like to know so much about it, ask Tessa why she and Blaise Zabini locked me in the room with the twit."

Ron didn't turn away. "You are grounded, Ginny."

"What!" She threw him an incredulous look, never noticing the common room, which was slowly filling up. "You can't do that!"

"Oh, yes I can!" He roared. "You're a horrid little girl, do you know that?" Ginny gazed at him with what seemed to be contempt before she pushed him and marched up the stairs.

She walked into her dormitory, sending the girls inside scattering. With barely controlled anger, she packed every single one of her belongings (and a few of Tessa's) and magicked her trunk to float behind her. She walked coolly back down the stairs, where there was a large crowd.

"And just WHERE do you think you're going?" Ron said shrilly. She tutted, in a sort of motherly and sarcastic way.

"You keep thinking these things that aren't true, Ronald. So I suppose I'd better give your mind some ease from the strain of worrying, and make them come true. I'm moving in with Malfoy."

Every single person stilled, and Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Honestly, you all act like he's the scourge of the earth, and he's not. I don't suppose more than ten of you have actually been involved in a fight with him, much less had a rumor spread about you by him. You hate him only because someone told you to hate him. Does anyone besides me care to even remember that IT WAS HIS FATHER BEING EVIL, NOT HIM!"

There was silence, and Harry shuffled awkwardly in the background.

"Well, of course not, because all of you were sitting on your arses at your houses while we protected you, and he did too. So I bid you all good day, and good-bye. And Ronald, shut your trap for once."

And Ginevra Teresa Weasley walked out of the Gryffindor common room, leaving behind her a stunned group of people, who wouldn't move until about an hour after she had left.