A/N: Thank you so much to reviewers! I love you all. Early February. I discovered today that posting fights is almost as much fun as posting fluff. Ah well. Ginny and the Bimbo have a fight. Draco lets out his true colours with Whitney Houston. Sorry if the song lyrics look a little weird – I had to type it phonetically. This is another funny chapter (or at least I think so).Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I am not lucky enough to be as smart enough as to invent these characters myself. They are not mine. Too bad. –pout-

The Stone Speaks

Chapter Thirty: Bitch Goes Down

DRACO

Draco's life became entirely occupied with preparing the potion. He had no time left; he roughly cobbled his homework together in the mornings instead of having breakfast, and went to Myrtle's bathroom in between every class, no matter how short the break was. It was tiring, and bags were appearing under Draco's ice-blue eyes as his chances to sleep grew shorter and shorter – he had fallen asleep while tending to the potion, and had accidentally set the sleeve of his robes on fire.

However, Draco didn't mind. On Valentine's Day he could have the best sleep of his life, because the potion would be finished. And all of this weariness and ache was worth it to simply have the chance to go on a date with Ginny.

Sure, it wasn't a date-date; he had clarified this himself after he asked her. But the thoughts of spending an evening alone with her on the most romantic day of the year still sent giddy butterflies whirling through his stomach. Draco smiled tiredly to himself, and stirred the potion counter-clockwise twice, sprinkling powdered dragon-claw in a circle into the frothing acid-green liquid. "Coffee," he mumbled, and grabbed his mug beside where he was kneeling. Draco downed half of it, and, wincing at its heat, felt its enlightening effect immediately.

Unconsiously, Draco began to hum as he crushed beetles into a fine paste. "Doo de doo… lala… Ia… and I-I-I will always love you-OOOH," he said softly. It was a Muggle song by someone with a silly name… Samantha Dallas? Harriet Orlando? Whitney Houston, that was it. Taken over by a crazy urge that probably came from the coffee, he tossed his spoon aside, and, flinging his arms wide open dramatically, screeched, "AND IIIIIII… WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU-OOOOOOOOOU!"

He stood, dodging around the cauldron. He didn't know the words, so … why not make my own words? Knowing the tune, he started huskily, "I was alone, I was terrified… but I found you by mah side… I was waiting on my own… todaaaaaaaaay it'll all change," he started an air-guitar, head-banging wildly as the song changed to a mixture of rock and heavy metal, "dunnaaaaaww…dundundunnaaawwww," he made guitar noises, before returning to the verse, "I was sad, I could not stand, my life – anymooore… but then she comes, and my life runs, down the ro-oooadd…" they were cheesy lyrics, but he was making them up on the spot, and he couldn't think of anything better at such short notice, "and IIIIeeIIIIeeeIIII will always love you-OOOH-ooohooh!" he yelled again.

Draco spun, punching one hand into the air and curling the other into an imaginary microphone. "But that girl, comes to me," he began the verse again, and losing his senses to his hyperness, leapt out of the bathroom door into the corridor for the word to see, "and her long hair and her bright eyes, are all that I can see. I'm dancing in the dark, and her love is all around me – I only wish for the chance, to tell her… that IIIIIIIIIIIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUU-OOOOOOHHH!"

Someone broke into loud laughter and applause. "Woooo," cheered a female voice, "you go, boy!"

Draco stopped dead, realizing what he was doing – singing an extremely high-pitched song, dancing in the corridor, in front of a crowd that was pissing themselves laughing. Every red blood cell in his body flew to his face and as he saw himself reflected in the polished marble floor, his face might as well be on fire.

The girl who had spoken was Sanchia; the crowd mainly consisted of her giggly friends. She was laughing and cheering, but she was eyeing him very strangely. When Draco looked at her, her face lit up, and she stepped towards him. "Don't worry," she coaxed, "I won't tell a soul. Plus, you sing well." Draco was not naïve enough to miss the I'm-lying wink that she tossed to the nearest of her little girlfriends.

"Do I, really?" Draco asked. He tried to make his voice sarcastic, dull and uninterested – something that he was usually very good at – but the coffee had taken over his senses and he sounded childishly eager instead.

Sanchia laughed harder as Draco cringed inwardly. "Oh dear," she giggled, "You seem to be having a fascinating day," she peered up at Draco through her thick eyelashes, "why don't we go for a walk?" she suggested.

NO! I don't want to! Draco tried to scream, but his mouth instead came out with, "Yeah, sure."

Great. My trusty voice, always there for me in times of trouble.

Not.

Sanchia pushed her arm through Draco's elbow and yanked him down the corridor, giving a sneaky glance to her friends. "So," she prompted, "I take it you're pretty confident, then."

"Er, no," Draco corrected. "I… I had some coffee," he reluctantly admitted.

Sanchia giggled, showing neat, even teeth. She flicked back her copper hair and looked up into Draco's face. "You're so funny," she said in a low voice.

"Um. Thanks." Draco was confused. He was being serious about the coffee, but her response didn't seem to fit. Why had she laughed??

Draco was extremely uncomfortable – he could not get the words, "Will you look at that butt" out of his head. He coughed awkwardly, and then suddenly Sanchia spun, grabbing his forearm.

"Are you alright?" she demanded, concern filling her pale eyes.

Draco screwed up his eyes. She was holding his arm very tight; she was also holding the Dark Mark. "I'm fine," he said, but his voice was strained, and he couldn't force a reassuring smile onto his face.

"No, you're not," Sanchia sobbed, tears filling her eyes.

Draco was startled. "No – no, Sanchia – Sanchia – please, don't cry," he said, frightened. He didn't know how to help crying girls. They were a vast, mind-boggling mystery to him, and he was quite sure that he would only make her feel worse.

"How can I stop crying when you're hurt," Sanchia simpered, and as she stared up into his eyes, Draco suddenly became very, very aware of their close proximity. He could count the tiny, round freckles on her slightly up-turned nose, and could see each of her eyelashes, separated neatly and combed with black mascara.

"Er," said Draco, feeling as though he was rooted to the spot. Leave... his brain squirted out only one thought, as though he was willing Sanchia to go away. Leave… However, Sanchia took his 'er' and translated it into 'closer, please', and then they were nose-grazing.

Bloody hell. I am nose-grazing. With Sanchia. WHAT HAS THE WORLD COME TO???

Draco forced himself to say, "What are you doing?" but it didn't come out mean enough – she was in his personal bubble, she was in his personal bubble.

Lips.

On.

His.

ARGH! Draco's brain began screaming like a girl. ARGH! GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF IT'S ALL LIPSTICKY AND EEWWW!! He gagged slightly, and was severely worried that he was about to vomit. Into Sanchia's mouth.

EW.

Draco was standing in the middle of a hallway, totally stiff as every inch of his body screeched GET IT OFF, but Sanchia was misinterpreting messages and she kissed harder, smashing her mouth into Draco's…

Hell, she's actually not a bad kisser, Draco found himself thinking, and before he could have the good part of his brain scream at the bad part of his brain, the bad part cackled, "Bwahaha," and took over. Draco slid his hands onto Sanchia's waist, and began kissing her back, she tasted of strawberries and shiny lipgloss and a something actually rather disgusting… oh well, keep kissing, said his brain stubbornly, and there was a faint little voice saying, Nooooooooo!

"Draco?!"

Draco knew that voice.

Uh-oh.

He pulled his head back sharply and looked sideways – into Ginevra Weasley's blazing face. Why is she so mad-looking, Draco wondered, and then his brain zapped back into action. He leapt away from Sanchia, repulsion screwing up his face before he could stop and try to be more sensitive to the Spanish girl's feelings.

"What's wrong, Drakie?" Sanchia cooed.

Draco stared at her in horror. So did Ginny. "Drakie?" they both echoed incredulously at the same time. Sanchia ignored Draco's repugnance and turned on Ginny.

"What's wrong, Weasley? Have you got a problem with me dating Drakie?" Sanchia demanded (Draco suddenly felt as though his lungs had been punctured – he was dying, he was dying, kill me now, kill me now – and as though he might pass out). "Oh, I know," she said flatly, "you're jealous." (Draco was alive again immediately. Ginny liked him? She was jealous? But that would mean she liked him as more than a friend – right?)

Ginny gave a humourless laugh. "Are you insinuating that I'm in love with Draco?" she said flatly. The word 'insinuating' had too many syllalbles, and Sanchia was clearly confused. "Because," Ginny continued, "you would have to be absolutely mad to think that." (Draco's lungs were punctured again, and lay in pieces somewhere around his kidneys.)

Sanchia's lips thinned. "Would I really?" she demanded. "'Cause listen to me, stupid – Draco's mine. So you can just back off, got that?" she said fiercely, stunning Draco.

Ginny, however, wasn't intimidated. "Draco's not yours. He's no-one's. He isn't anyone's private property," she snapped.

"Hello? Erm, I am right here, you know," Draco put in. They were talking as though he was in a different room.

"Shut it, Draco," Ginny said without looking at him, "I'm busy having a bitch fight."

Draco burst out laughing, but saw from both girls' faces that the situation was anything but funny, and immediately took on an expression that would be suitable at a funeral.

"Are you saying I'm a bitch?" gasped Sanchia furiously.

"No, actually I wasn't – but that pretty sums up my argument, now that I think of it," said Ginny cattily.

"I'm a bitch? I'm a bitch?! At least I don't try and steal people's boyfriends!" snarled Sanchia, shocking Draco into silence. She had always been so pleasant and quiet around him.

"And when have I ever stolen someone's boyfriend?" Ginny said. "Sanchia, that's your job."

Reddening with anger, Sanchia stepped closer to Ginny. "Shut your mouth right now!" she yelled. "You're trying to steal Draco from me but you can't freakin' have him!"

"I don't want him!" Ginny bellowed – Draco was being ripped into a thousand pieces... "Stop being so unreasonable!"

"I'M NOT UNREASONABLE! You are!" Steadily the girl's voices were getting louder and louder as each fought to out-yell each other.

"God, Sanchia, you're blind!"

"What is that supposed to mean??"

"IT MEANS YOU'RE STUPID!"

"I'M NOT STUPID! YOU ARE!"

"I'M NOT THE STUPID ONE! I'M NOT ACCUSING SOMEONE OF BEING IN LOVE WITH THEIR BEST FRIEND!"

"WELL YOU ARE!"

"I'M. NOT!"

"BITCH!!" A deafening slap echoed through the corridor, causing utter silence as everyone stared in horror at the two girls.

Ginny gave a low, rumbling growl that caused Draco to squeak in fright. Before he could stop her, she jumped forwards, hands curled into claws. She folded her fingers around Sanchia's arms and forced the younger girl into the wall, slamming the Spaniard's back into the stone. "Bear in mind," Ginny snarled, "that I have taken on a hell of a lot more than you have, Sanchia Cortez. I've been possessed. I've been in wars. I've nearly been crushed. I've been attacked. I've had people try to kill me. I am older, wiser, smarter, and a lot stronger than you are! If you ever want to pick a fight, I advise to pick one that you'll come out of alive!!!"

Sanchia shrieked, and then the corridor was a blaze of shouts and hexes flying – Sanchia was trying to curse Ginny away, whereas Ginny was just flying at Sanchia the Muggle way. Ginny dodged a beam of purple light and threw herself onto Sanchia's back; legs around her waist, arms around her neck, and hands pulling her hair.

"AAAAH!" Sanchia yelped, staggering around trying to get the crazed redhead off. She wheeled around, and Ginny, dizzy, fell to the floor in a heap. The younger girl stumbled to the wall, gasping for breath. "Okay, okay!" she shouted. "You're not in love with Draco!"

Ginny, chest heaving and red hair sticking up in all directions like a madwoman, stood as tall as she could, glaring levelly at Sanchia (they were the same height, even though Sanchia was a year younger). Draco exhaled his relief, but Sanchia couldn't stop there. Ohh no. It wasn't that easy for her.

"Who would be in love with him? He's ugly, stupid, and makes a total prat of himself! He can't sing, you all saw that – he can't do anything!" Sanchia spat. "All he's good for is working for the Dark Lord like the lowly bastard that he is, worth only enough to -"

Draco ran at her, prepared to finally join the fight, but he never got there. Sanchia didn't get a word out. Ginny silently flew forwards, one hand clenched.

Hand, meet face.

Repeat as needed.

Bam.

Sanchia threw up her hands, crying out once, and then crumpled to the floor, leaving a distraught, astonished Draco, a glaring Ginny, blowing on her smarting knuckles, and a whooping crowd, in her wake.

"Bitch goes down," said Ginny conversationally, shaking her hand to try and get the pain away. "Come on, Draco."

Draco stared. Stunned. Shocked. Flabbergasted. "Wow," he finally gasped out, after skidding to a halt in his run.

"All in a day's work," said Ginny grumpily. "Now let's go."

Draco was too shocked to move. Shame that she had to be knocked out. She was a pretty good kisser. Such were Draco's thoughts – unfortunately, he was stunned. When he was stunned, his brain malfunctioned. He spoke his thoughts.

Ginny looked at him with those beautiful hazel eyes. They were swirling with a million things that Draco couldn't read and couldn't begin to understand. "Fine," she said in a small, shaky voice that Draco could barely hear. Without saying anything more, she walked away.

"Whoa," a Hufflepuff boy in fourth year came up to Draco. "That was some good punch – what the hell? Weasley's crying. She, like, never cries. What did you do?"

Draco bit his lip, anxious and upset that he had hurt Ginny. "I don't know," he whispered. "I really have no idea."

A/N: Oooh, jealousy… Valentine's Day coming up! Should be nice and fluffy! XD Please review.