Chapter Seven: Slytherin Princesses and Ravenclaw Hotties

Ginny lies in her bed, dark green curtains surrounding her as she grinned. Things were working out better then she could have imagined.

Ginny had quickly adjusted to life as a snake. The school had taken to calling her the Slytherin Princess, as her true personality showed. Ginevra was clever, resourceful, and cunning. She knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it. Her fellow Slytherins accepted her quickly enough, even though it might have more to do with her last name and the fact that she was already friends with the Silver Trio. Draco, Pansy, and Blaise became fast friends and the first few weeks of school had really flown by.

The Golden Trio had accepted her for who she was, and she had been transferred into sixth year with all of her friends, because she was so advanced in her studies. The coursework came easy to her, despite skipping out on a whole year, and when she did get stuck Draco was more than happy to lend a hand. She remained friends with most of her ex housemates, which was a plus. She knew that many Gryffindors were planning on joining the Order as they came of age, and being friends with them would keep her alive in a battle no matter which way the end came.

Ron and Luna were still going strong, and Luna and Draco had become fast friends. Who knew Draco had a thing for magical creatures? Whatever the pair talked about, they seemed to understand each other even if nobody else understood a word they said to one another.

Harry was still hopelessly flirting with Hermione, though he knew now that she was taken. Harry had found out when he overheard Hermione talking to Ginny about her boyfriend and how happy he made her, of course Ginny made sure to comment loud enough on what she said to spark Harry's interest. Apparently Harry thought since Hermione hadn't said directly to him that she didn't want his attention in that way, he thought it was still okay to be all touchy feely with her. That was going to require some work on Ginny's part.

The plan was going to need some adjustments, as Mr. Potter was no longer interested in a romantic relationship with Ginny, which oddly enough suited her just fine. A certain blonde Slytherin seeker had been on her mind lately, and she had no idea how much longer she would be able to ignore the fact that he had no girlfriend at the present time.

Now, if only she could get Draco to notice her more, and Blaise to notice her a bit less, things would be literally perfect. Blaise Zabini was nothing but persistent, the poor thing couldn't take no for an answer and just accept the fact that Ginny wasn't interested in anything more than friendship.

Meanwhile, Draco had invaded her thoughts and dreams. She couldn't help what her heart had decided; he was just so damn perfect for her: witty, smart, cunning, and spoke sarcasm as a second language. She would catch him looking at her sometimes, but he would immediately focus on something else as if she were the least important object in the room. The pair flirted occasionally, but nothing really ever came of it.

Ginny got up and started to get ready for the day, with none other but the Slytherin Prince saturating her thoughts. She jumped as Pansy threw open her curtains.

"Ginny, we need to talk," she grinned.

"Okay," Ginny drawled, "about?" She pulled on her jumper and skirt, careful to make sure her mark was covered as not to give her away.

"You and Draco," Pansy deadpanned as she climbed out of bed and styled her hair with her wand. "I can tell by the way you act around each other you don't have a strictly friendly relationship. Before you ask, no I was never interested in him, I've always… had other interests. Honestly, I'm more into witty Asian hotties that enjoy burying their nose in a book and date triwizard champions as a cover up for their true sexuality." Pansy applied a bit of eyeliner and mascara, and then pulled on her school uniform.

"There is nothing going on between Draco and I," Ginny giggled as she slipped on her robes and gave a swish of her wand, making her hair fall in ringlets down her back. She began to apply a light layer of makeup.

"That's the problem! There should be. You two would be perfect together," Pansy gushed, pulling on her shoes.

"Dray has absolutely no interest in red haired, ex Weasels with purple dark marks, a bad complexion, and too long legs."

"Personally, I think your legs are one of your best traits, along with that winning smile, gorgeous hair, and tiny body. You also have a perfect complexion my dear. I wish my skin looked that good." Pansy makes her bed and draws her curtains, then grabs her bag and waits for Ginny to finish the final touches on her power.

"Um, thanks, I guess? You were saying, about that Asian Ravenclaw?"

"You're hopeless. I can't believe you're so blind. Draco ADORES you. When you're not around he's almost depressed, he stares at you all the time and you are the ONLY person he has ever gotten tongue tied around."

"Pansy, give it a rest. It's not happening."

"Oh, Ginny dear, but it will. Drakie always gets what he wants, and what he wants is a flame haired beauty. So go claim your crown, Princess, your Prince awaits," Pansy gestures to the door.

"Don't let him hear you calling him that, he'll have a mood swing," Ginny jokes, grabbing her bag and dashing out the door.

The girls make their way down to the common room lightly teasing one another. As they reach the boys on the couch, they're in a fit of giggles gripping each other for support.

"Someone is reading too many romance novels. Did you seriously just call me Princess?"

"You can be my Princess," Blaise growls, throwing his arm around Ginny. "We can ride off into the sunset on a hippogriff, and dance with fairies in fields of wild flowers." He holds his hand out in front of him, as if trying to get Ginny to picture this so called perfect world.

"You wouldn't exactly be my first pick for a Prince Charming," Ginny grins.

"Who else meets the qualifications," Blaise whines.

"A certain Quidditch toned, pale blonde haired Slytherin Pr-" Ginny slapped her hand over Pansy's mouth causing the boys to break into fits of laughter. Ginny drops her eyes to her shoes, as they suddenly had become the most interesting objects in the room.

"Aw, Gin Gin has a crush," Blaise jokes. Draco's smile fades a little bit, which doesn't go unnoticed by Pansy, who nudges Ginny. "Wait, why does Pansy know who it is, and not us? I thought we were friends Gin," Blaise mock pouts.

Green meets blue as Ginny raises her eyes to glance at Draco, and both look away as red tints Ginny's cheeks. After a second, her confidence comes back in full swing as she smirks at Blaise.

"First of all, don't call me that, it's Ginny or Miss Gaunt to you Blaise. Second of all, you should really stop using me as a cover up and tell Dray you love him and pull him off into an alcove somewhere. I'm going to breakfast, and you're coming with me. I need food, NOW," Ginny growls, dragging Pansy out of the common room door.

"Okay, Gin," Blaise grins. Ginny groans and continues dragging Pansy alongside her.

Draco and Blaise are quick to follow, laughing at the ginger's antics and admiring the view of walking behind the hottest witch at Hogwarts as they follow the girls out of the dungeons and into the Great Hall.