A/N: The article here is from the fanfic Deflowering Ginny Weasley. Awesome story, go read. Since the war is over and Fudge left and I wasn't a fan of Scrimgeour, I've made Arthur Weasley the new Minister of Magic. Other than that, read review enjoy, whatevs. You know the drill.

New Note: This was initially titled MissionChallenge: For an Interesting Year, it was changed because the new title actually fits in the title box.

Disclaimer: To disclaim works that are not your own.

Hermione walked into HQ with the article in hand, and Blaise's approval metaphorically in the other. She was read to give Malfoy a taste of his own medicine, and Blaise promised he'd play along.

She opened the letters on her desk from the new staff, all of which entailed choruses of the same phrases 'Of course!' 'Dumbledore approved?' 'See you soon!'

She called the three Slytherins into the discussion room and confirmed to the others that everyone had accepted the proposal…

"Congrats Granger, now-"

"Everyone accepted the proposal except Ginny."

"You are telling me, that the poor little Weaselette has turned down money and an opportunity to make a name for herself?" asked a slightly shocked Draco.

"Not exactly, she'll only accept the position under one condition. Her article must be published in the next addition, and if it's not, then she will work for the paper."

"Done," said Blaise without a thought, "If that's all Pansy and I have work to do, come on love." And with that they walked out.

"Alright Granger, what's the catch, clearly Blaise has bollocks for brains and has agreed to let you ruin the paper. How bad is the article?"

"Actually, it's not bad at all. Its content is just something that you wouldn't approve of." With that, she placed the article down, and smacked his hand as he tried to grab it. He glared at her, and she ignored it, having her own agenda in mind.

"Listen Mudblood, I don't have time for your games-"

"What's wrong Malfoy…therapy not going well?"

"Very funny Granger, I am merely tired of bedding girls who are no longer a challenge. Nothing even remotely surprises them anymore. Now back to the topic at hand."

With a snort, Hermione said "Interesting since I have a favor for you."

Draco raised an eyebrow, "Do tell Granger."

"Ron and I have feelings for each other-"

"Granger any blind person would know that."

Hermione ground her teeth and said in a very controlled tone, "However, Lavender Brown has decided that Ronald is going to be her new play toy, and since he doesn't have the nerve to tell me how he feels, I need you to distract her and make her your new conquest."

"Ahh, so that's what this is all about."

"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer."

"That's a very Slytherin thing to say Granger."

Hermione smirked and continued. "By the time I'm done with her, Ronald will see her for the harpy that she is and Ronald will be mine."

"If Weasel likes you, why don't you tell him, and why do I have to sleep with her?"

Hermione glared, "Have you not met Lavender? She's obsessive, she needs Ron to have a legitimate reason to leave her, and she has him wrapped around her little finger, if it were that simple I would have done it."

"And you can't ruin her on your own because…?"

"I am Head Girl Malfoy, the entire student body, and teachers save Snape and the Slytherins love me. I am their star student, I can't let someone like Brown ruin me over a boy, are you insane?"

'Not nearly as insane as you' He thought to himself, but said aloud "l see your point, however I still fail to see where I fit in and why you would think I give two knuts about you're little love affair."

"I thought I made it obvious that she would be a lovely conquest for you."

"Sorry Granger, but my answer is no," he said as he made to move around the table and out the door.

"And why, in the bloody hell not," Hermione practically shouted as she blocked his way, moving her hands to her hips.

"First of all Granger, it's way too easy, didn't I just say I needed a challenge? Get someone else to save your precious Ronald. Secondly, I have a reputation to uphold."

"Right and shagging your head healer's daughter was a challenge?" she said with a raised eyebrow.

"I will have you know that bedding Bell, a Gryffindor no less, was quite a challenge, do you have any idea how hard it is for you little lions to play with us snakes? It's exceedingly hard. Besides which, that was different, I didn't do it for the challenge, that sham of a head-healer was overcharging and trying to ruin the Malfoy name. What kind of Slytherin would I be if I didn't try to destroy her?"

"You want a challenge Malfoy, this is a challenge" she said throwing him the article.

Draco snatched the article up and read:

The Rules
Written by Ginny Weasley

Rumor has it that I, Ginny Weasley, have never been kissed—much less shagged, which I suspect is due to either my brothers perpetuating such stories to preserve my virtue or the willingness of others to believe my brothers would kill, maim or cause grave bodily injury to any male who would dare put his lips close to mine. Notice that both scenarios involve my brothers.

Growing up with six older brothers has certainly made my life entertaining and educational. Yes, both entertaining and educational. What my brothers never knew was that I diligently gleaned information on the inner workings of the male mind as each of them turned to me for advice on females over the years. They've each had their stories of philandering, seducing, beginning anew and breaking away, and I've benefited from hearing all about their trysts. I know more about men than any young witch ought to.

This knowledge has served me well, though, as I have learned how to avoid heartbreak at the hands of the testosterone-driven blokes who've dared to be tempted by my siren's call. Unfortunately, I've seen one too many of my friends fall hard for some handsome young wizard only to find her heart broken to pieces. Well, girls, let me empower you with the help of my brothers and let's hope this keeps at least one of you from falling flat on your face... again.

The Truth about Teenage Wizards

The first thing you need to understand is that teenage wizards are literally driven by testosterone, which has overtaken their mind and left their body in control. Keeping this in mind, here are some simple rules when it comes to blokes and their views of females:

One: Scientific fact of life: males can't help but have the animal instinct that makes them want to procreate and spread their seed throughout the world. You are just one more fertile pot of soil. Poor dears really are victims of their own libido.

Two: They are randy. All. The. Time. They will have sex with any willing partner — some are pickier than others, but there's always the one who would bed any girl. Take for example a conversation between Fred and George at a recent social event:

Fred: "Well, brother, which do you prefer, the blonde or the brunette?"

George: "I'll take the blonde. And you?"

Fred: "It doesn't matter, just as long as she likes redheads."

I can't tell you how often one brother or the other has told me about thoughts and dreams of shagging every female they meet (yes, even the mother or aunt of friends cough). Well, I suppose everyone has their limits, but if you're attending Hogwarts (or teach here—yeah, even a horn-rimmed bespectacled boffin has had randy thoughts), you can bet you've been the object of a dream or a wank.

Three: They can't help but get turned on by every little nuance. If you twirl your hair, talk with a breathy voice, or smile, they think you want them. This sends a message straight to the nether regions, which means that both rules one and two apply. Now you know if you kiss them, they immediately want more, expect more. They are trying to reach one goal, believe me, even the sweet, likeable, funny brother thinks this way.

Four: The first three rules mean that males who haven't had any action suffer from sexual frustration. You can conclude they will have to either find a female to shag or get to know their hand quite well. Obviously, the latter is not the option they are hoping for, but what most are resigned to accept.

Five: Once they have been sated, a new instinct seems to kick in: Fight or Flight. My brothers have told me that the fighting either leads to a break-up or make-up sex—a win-win situation for them. Most of us are well acquainted with the flight part which needs no further explanation.

Get a Life, Not a Man

So, what does this mean for you girls who no longer want to suffer the pains of love? Never mind the todger, and follow these sure-fire strategies.

One: You are the princess and don't forget it. Treat yourself with dignity and respect. If a boy wants you, he'll need to kiss your tiara and he can forget about kissing anything else until you dictate it.

Two: Get yourself some girlfriends. Every girl needs some friends to have girl time with. Have a girls' night and fill up your calendar with friends. If a bloke wants your time, he's going to have to squeeze it into your schedule and make it worth missing out on your girl time.

Three: No trips behind the broom shed, empty classrooms, broom cupboards or alcoves. That sounds harsh, I know, but you are only encouraging them to seek out their ultimate goal. It tells them more is coming (reference rule number three of The Truth about Teenage Wizards). They want you, don't doubt it, and it's okay for you to want them... Just wait and make sure they respect you. If you don't wait, if you don't put off these little snog sessions, you won't have their respect and the Flight action (see Rule Five of the previous section) will ensue.

Four: Do not get into the Dance of Negotiation. This is when they offer you whatever you want if you will give in for that shag. They will promise you anything, their love, the moon, name it—it's yours. Ladies, think about this! Go back to Rule One. You are the princess and you can get whatever you want. Do not let someone put conditions on you for an act of intimacy. There is no integrity in negotiating your chastity.

Five: Don't break The Rules.

I have never had my heart broken by any males, simply because I follow The Rules. Sure wizards think of other things besides sex, Quidditch and butterbeer, but the reality is they think about shagging more often than anything else. This is the root of all our problems, ladies. You will get your heart broken if you have sex and you will get your heart broken if you don't (remember the Fight or Flight phenomenon). The best way to keep your heart intact is to follow my lead, the model of virtue, and follow The Rules. -GW

Draco gaped in shock "Bloody Hell! She can't be serious!"

"Ohh yes, Malfoy, Ginny is quite serious."

"Could you imagine what this would do for my reputation? Shagging the minister's daughter, she'll be my greatest victory," he said wistfully.

"You don't stand a chance Malfoy, even this is out of your league."

"Would you care to wager on that Granger?" He said with a smirk.

"I have some work to do, but I'll get back to you before the end of the day." With that she turned on her heels and walked out.

Draco smirked and leaned back in his chair with his hand behind his head, watching Hermione through the glass doors. His year just got a bit more interesting.