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AN: Okay so here's the next chapter, I'm hoping things start to pick up soon in this story, I kind of feel like I'm stalling for time yeah? If anyone has any ideas on where to go with this, you can send a review or e mail. Thanks so much for the lovely patience!!

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"Awww… Crying Weaslette? You certainly won't be missing your blood traitor of a family, will you?"

Ginny's face began to turn a familiar color of Weasley red, and anger flashed through her eyes.

Outwardly, Ginny stood up, crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her brown eyes.

"Listen Ferret, why don't you go find your pathetic excuse for friends and stop trying to convince yourself your better than everyone else, huh?"

If possible, the young Malfoy's smirk got even wider.



"Why, Weasley, did I strike a nerve? Got your little secondhand knickers in a twist? Ill tell you what, why don't I make it up to you?"

Ginny swore she could see a glint of maliciousness streak through his silver eyes. She sighed.

"I'll tell YOU what dragon butt, why don't you go fuck yourself?"

Draco narrowed his eyes just a bit and shook his head to get the white blonde hair out of his eyes. Scowling slightly, he thought of a different plan instead.

"How about I fuck you instead?"

Ginny paled quick as her jaw all but hit the floor. No words left her mouth as all she could do was simply stare at him.

Draco inwardly grinned as he observed her mute state. Finally, a silent Weasley. Someone take a picture.

Just as Draco was silently congratulating his self on another word victory and job well done, the young Weasley picked up a very Slytherin habit and smirked just as wide as the silver haired pain in the ass.

She started to slink toward Malfoy in a way that would make any other boy wet his pants in excitement. 'If he wanted to play it this way,' she evilly smiled to herself, 'who am I to object?'

Stopping inches from him she looked up to meet his gaze, her eyelashes reflecting the English morning sun from through the compartment window. She could tell from the quick flicker of confusion in his eyes, and his now even paler skin, she had him just where she wanted him.

Draco stared at the little red head in front of him. He had only just been kidding, and had only wanted a rise from her. In no way had he expected this. The youngest Weasley? 'But then again,' he thought egotistically, 'who can refuse the Sex God himself?'

Draco Malfoy was no fool. He had realized that Ginny Weasley had grown up quite a bit over the summer. She was still rather thin and gangly, but somehow she had grown into her frame and made it her own. Her hair was long and curly, but in no way did it resemble that mudblood Granger's bush.

Getting ready for a quickie before he would push her away and deny everything, or, as he thought, to himself, smiling inwardly, tell everyone including her brother that he had fucked her, and that it was good, but, alas, he could never dirty his hands with filth like that again. He moved his hands to place them at her waist.

Before he could blink, Ginny had jammed her wand into his abs and screamed:

"Expelliarmus!"

Draco's whole body shot out of the compartment door. As he slammed into the wall he went limp, hitting hard enough to lose consciousness.

Draco walked out the door to Draco's limp form and did a quick spell to make sure he was just knocked out, and not seriously injured. Standing up satisfied, she went to go grab her things, not wanting to be caught at the crime scene.

Picking up her worn brown satchel, she brought out a tiny piece of parchment and scribbled a quick note.

Folding the parchment in half, she dug out her lip gloss from her pocket and slicked it on her lips, smacking them together. She then pressed her lips to the note, leaving a nice big kiss print. She swiftly walked over to the 'not so mighty after all Slytherin' and placed the note in his placid white hand.

Smirking again, she grabbed her trunk and left the compartment. Deciding she had had enough time to herself for one day she thought she might find Darcy, and they together could laugh about what she had done.

As she walked past Malfoy, she thought about giving him a swift kick in the ribs, but, as she wasn't totally evil, resisted the urge, and simply ran over his foot with her trunk instead. She was such a nice person.

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Draco blurrily opened his eyes and began to wonder how he got into this rather awkward and uncomfortable (two things he never was) position against the wall. Slowly scenes began replaying through his mind- many of which included a very pissed off pretty redhead.

Feeling something pressed into his palm he looked down to the piece of parchment stuck there. Quickly opening it, noting the smeared gloss, he read the contents:

Dear Mr. Malfoy,

You've messed with the wrong girl one too many times. You wanna play? It's on. I WILL have you on your hands and knees begging for mercy. Plan on it.

Ginevra Weasley



Ps: (Bite me)

"Oh it's on Princess, it's on…," As if he weren't just thrown senselessly into a wall, young Mr. Malfoy gracefully stood and walked back to his original compartment, hoping the whole time that Pansy would give him a much needed blow job.