Chapter Three

That led to revenge at a red head's hands...

Ginny was a pretty little thing, despite the famous red hair and freckles. She was cute in a girl-next-door kind of way. She also looked adorable when she was staring open mouthed at a pair of kissing boys.

Like she was.

Draco realized at that point that someone might not know about the tradition around these stepps. He also figured out that one such person might be the formidable little red head before him.

Ginny Weasley was known around the school for three things: One good, one bad and one... well depended where you were standing.

She was a top notch Quidditch player. That was the good. Draco had gone against her a time or two and she had throughly kicked his ass.

She was the president of the Harry Potter Fan club. Ok so there wasn't really such a thing, but She was infatuated with the boy. Stupidly.

(Draco, hero worship isn't that bad.)

(It is when Potter's the hero.)

(She could worship a lot worse.)

(Like who?)

(Voldemort.)

(Psth. At least he keeps himself well groomed.)

(Unbelievable. You judge a person's ability to be worshiped by their personal appearance.)

(You've gotten me off subject.)

(So I have. Continue)

The third noticible feature about Miss Weasley was her temper. If you've seen Ron angry, you begin to touch the iceberg. Ginny's rage was a much more sneaky, much more devastating rage. (Not that I know from experience.) Ron would pummel you into the ground. Ginny would destroy your life. She would spread rumors, steal your boyfriend or turn your girlfriend against you, convince you you were gay, manage to get you to fail a class, then most likely get you drunk, chain you to a wall and build a brick wall around you, all the while humming the 1812 Overture.

All in all, Ginny's wrath was a terrible thing to have turned against you. But it was amusing as hell to watch if you weren't the victum.

And right now, she was a mix between pissed and shocked. It was curious to note that she didn't really appear upset. Shocked yes, but genuinely upset that her idol was apparently more attracted to the same sex then he had previously let on, not so much so.

"You fuck!" Ginny snarled. Draco by then had figured out that she wasn't aware of the aforementioned rule concerning these steps. He found that interesting and wondered what would transpire following this.

Ron and Harry broke the kiss and stared at Ginny, turning red in the face. They started past Draco to her but she was already off. The three boys, two fueled by apprehension, the other by curiousity, followed the striking red head.

(Alright, she's really pretty.)

(I knew you liked her.)

(You could sound a bit more upset about it.)

Ginny stormed down the stairs and off to the Gryffindor common room. Draco didn't seem to mind that he wasn't a Gryffindor, and followed with out hesistation. After all, he who hesitates is lost.

Hermione Granger, her dark hair held back in a simple pony tail, looked up from the book she was studying as the red head entered. The common room was other wise empty. She set her book down after one look at Ginny's face and rushed to the younger girl.

"Ginny, whats-"

That was all she got out before Ginny pulled the older girl into a stunning lip lock.

(A/N: Wow. It's been a while since I updated. I'll try to have the next chapter up sooner. But while you're waiting, go read some stuff by Nikki Flinn or JuliaZabiniMalfoy.