Dream Connections
Chapter 5
"Right there, Harry. Oh, Merlin, YES!!!" A tongue darted out to wet parted lips... soft, pink, thoroughly kissed lips. "You have no idea what you do to me!" Silver-gray eyes met emerald in a searing gaze.
"Oh, but I do, dearest. I know exactly what I do, and enjoy every second of it." Harry leaned farther over to place a teasing kiss on the now moist lips. He was rewarded by a soft moan of need escaping from his lover. "Tell me you want it... tell me you need it." He whispered, brushing away blond hair to tortuously suck the lobe of his partner's ear.
Harry thrust hard and relished in the gasp that escaped from the stormy- eyed god that lay quivering beneath him. He smiled as the trembling words met his ear. "I need it, Harry. I need you. Give me what I need." Smile turning to smirk, Harry leaned closer to the sweat covered body. "Oh, I'll give it to you. But you'll have to beg for it, Dray..."
*~* Harry awoke with a start, sitting bolt upright in his bed. "What the fuck?!" He looked around at the faces peering in the drawings at him. "Do you all mind?" The raven-haired boy scowled at his roommates who all looked quite amused.
"Not at all, Harry. It's nice of you to ask, though." Seamus Finnigan smirked, barely choking back a laugh. He, Ron, and Dean Thomas had been watching Harry in amusement for some time now. "You put on quite a show. Who would've thought, the hero of the wizarding world is just like the rest of us... wet dreams and all." Dean snorted with laughter as Harry blushed.
"You're sick, y'know... the whole lot of you." Harry frowned at Seamus. "I bet you liked it, you sick fuck!" The Irish boy backed away, hands raised in surrender. "You got me, Harry. I soooo got off on the fact that you were sleeping away, dreaming about some beautiful girl. Who is she by the way? I'd really like to know, especially since she had you of all people moaning in your sleep."
Ron nodded his agreement. "I think we'd all like to know who she is, Mate. You were being awfully loud. Not that I enjoyed it or anything... that's just Seamus... he is the sick one. Dean and I just thought it was funny." Dean held a stitch in his side as he cracked up, watching Seamus make faces at Ron.
"I wouldn't tell you sickos anything if there was something to tell, but it was nothing. Oh, and you are going to rot in hell for this, y'know." Harry had turned red and was attempting to pull the drawings shut once more. But, to no avail, Seamus and the others were not having it.
"Maybe it's not a girl." Dean, speaking for the first time, piped up smartly. "Maybe it's you he's thinking of, Seamus dear. Maybe Harry was thinking about how tight your bum is." Seamus turned red at that comment, but nowhere near the shade of crimson Harry and Ron had both turned.
"Not everyone dreams about me the way you do." Seamus retorted angrily.
Dean laughed wholeheartedly and walked in a small circle around Seamus, eyeing him. "Are you insinuating that I am an arse-plunger, Mr. Lucky Charms?" Dean leaned in close to the boy's ear. "So what if I am? Potter wouldn't be the only one who found you delectable."
Seamus gave an indignant screech and jumped two feet in the air as Dean gave him a pinch. "That was waaaaay too easy, Seam-rock... You're off your game." Dean was choking on his laughter now. "Now back to Harry. So, Harry, tell us who's the lucky guy?" Turning their attention back to their initial entertainment, Seamus and Dean looked at Harry expectantly while Ron shuffled from one foot to another.
Harry had turned an almost Uncle Vernon shade of purple and looked like he was about to die. "Would you three get a life??? MERLIN! I thought I told you all it was nothing. NOW GET LOST!!!" With that, Harry successfully yanked the hangings closed and charmed them to stay shut.
"Wanker" Seamus muttered under his breath before stalking out of the room. "No fun at all, the bloody git." He was closely followed by Dean, also muttering under his breath. "A diva if I ever saw one... the friggin' drama queen. What's eating him?"
Ron stayed only long enough to whisper a quick. "If you are... y'know... a poofter, you can tell me. I'll be downstairs with 'Mione."
Harry groaned... He didn't know what to think, to do, to anything... THOSE DAMN DREAMS!!!
*~*
Draco sighed deeply. That dream was simply to die for. If that dream were to come true, he didn't think he'd be able to take it. He thought about it for a second before realizing that he had been the bottom. "Wait just a second there! Me?! Submissive?! Like hell would I ever submit to Harry Fucking Potter... or anyone else for that matter."
Draco rolled lazily out of bed, grabbing his toiletries and heading toward the nearest prefects bathroom. He yawned and stretched as he padded down the stairs in his green silk pajamas and dragon slippers. At the bottom of the steps he stopped short, not believing his eyes. Sitting on his couch chatting amiably with Pansy was none other than the female Weasley.
"Her?! Are you out of your mind?! We can't trust her! She doesn't know, does she?" Draco couldn't stop the flow of words spouting from his mouth. He looked dazedly from the fiery redhead to his one true friend. "Tell me you didn't spill it to a Gryffindor, Pan... please tell me you didn't."
Ginny Weasley had sat up quite straight when she realized that Malfoy was talking about her. Her deep red hair swayed as she turned to look at him. He wasn't angry, for the first time ever. Ginny shook her head in disbelief. Malfoy wasn't angry, but rather shocked and completely terrified of her... HER!
Pansy had opened her mouth to say something when Ginny cut in. "If I may explain," she began, "Pansy asked me here as a favor. She said it would greatly benefit me if I were to go along with the plan. She was just telling me that I would be able to get close to Blaise if I helped you when you came down." She glanced quickly between Pansy and Draco, checking for reactions before hurrying on. "You have no reason not to trust me... Like you said, I AM a Gryffindor. Now please, just fill me in so I can get out of the horrid dungeons."
Draco didn't know what to do. He knew the kid was near in love with Blaise and would thus be an extreme asset to his cause, but he wasn't sure if her loyalty to Potter would get in the way of the execution of the plan. "Listen, Weaselette," He began, "This will have to do with Potter. You know me well enough from past experiences. Will your connection with him get in the way of you doing your part?" He glared at her, daring her to question what Harry had to do with her and Blaise.
Ginny blinked twice, struggling for an answer. Yes, she knew Malfoy quite well and from that knowledge she figured Harry would end up getting hurt from all this. Maybe she should leave, but she really wanted to get close to Blaise. She was conflicted, and it must have shown in her bright blue eyes because Malfoy's gaze turned a cold steely gray.
"Will it? You can leave now, y'know, but if you do I'll make sure that Blaise never looks at you twice." Draco sneered as he saw realization flicker through her eyes. She could certainly leave now, but she wouldn't leave unmarred. She could reveal to Harry that he was plotting something, and that just wouldn't do. If she left, he'd have to make sure he kept her quiet. She had just come to realize this and was opening and closing her mouth silently.
Finally, when Ginny spoke, it was with a low bitter whisper that she told him, "Fine. I'm in... as long as you promise not to hurt Harry." Draco laughed and Ginny flinched, not sure why he was laughing. He seemed to be going mad and she didn't like the way this was headed.
When the laughter finally died on Draco's lips, his eyes had softened and his lips twitched as though wanting to turn up at the corners into a true smile. "My dear, dear child, I don't want to HURT Harry at all. Now after I fill you in, there will be no turning back. Do you understand that?" When Ginny nodded solemnly, he turned to Pansy. "Pan, why don't you make our new 'friend' at home and fill her in while I tend to my personal hygiene." Ginny cringed at his use of the word friend and frowned when he seemed delighted with her reaction.
"Don't let him scare you." Draco heard Pansy say as he turned to leave, "His bite isn't so bad... it's when the venom starts to sink in that you need to worry."
*~*
"Okay, Weaselette," Draco leaned toward the innocent-looking girl sitting on his couch, "The first thing on your list of tasks is to guarantee that Potter attends my little Halloween gathering." He glared into her sweet blue eyes, disliking the sparkle that glared back at him. "Do you have that straight? You are to arrive before him though, and report directly to me. You need to show up about an hour before him."
Ginny nodded, defiantly lifting her chin and returning Malfoy's cold gaze. She could handle whatever role she had to play in his little plot, as long as she had Blaise at the end of it all. "That should be simple enough. Halloween is Friday, so that gives me a few days to think of a good reason for him to be going to a Slytherin party..."
Draco gave a short, strangely harsh laugh and narrowed his eyes. "You won't need to come up with a reason, he has his own. Trust me... Just make sure he knows about it. Tell him... tell him Blaise would like him to come."
Ginny was confused. She didn't know why it should matter to Harry whether Blaise wanted him at the party or not, and she didn't like the fact that Draco's steely gaze wasn't nearly as cutting as it was before. She didn't like any change in Malfoy at all; she was used to his mannerisms and knew how to handle him to a certain extent. If he changed at all, she wouldn't know what to do. "I'll make sure he comes, don't worry. I have just one question."
Draco narrowed his eyes to slits. "Questions are dangerous, Weasley." He clenched his fist reflexively before trying to regain a sense of control over his anger. The girl wanted to know way too much. He simply wished her to follow along with his, well Pansy's, plan without being too nosy or getting too involved, but it didn't look like she was going to cooperate.
Ginny matched Malfoy's pointed look with one of her own, her eyes becoming a hazy blue. "What is it that I have to do that requires my attendance an hour before Harry?"
Draco leaned back casually in his chair and let his eyes roam over the Weaselette's face. She was smart, this one. He didn't thinks she'd get so suspicious so quickly. He was sure it was out of concern for Harry. The bloody Gryffindors are so honorable... "You'll find out when the time comes. Don't think about it too much, you might hurt yourself. Just do as I say, and I will guide you when the time comes... Now run along to let Harry know about the party."
Ginny rose from the couch and strode calmly toward the door. She knew she had to stay cool and replied with a simple "Fine."
As the stones ground open to allow the girl to leave, Draco stood, facing her back. "Two more things," He said and watched her stop, listening without turning, "Try to keep Potter and Zabini away from each other if at all possible, and invite Leprechaun boy."
*~*
Ginny looked for a moment at the portrait of the Fat Lady before realizing that she was asking for the password. "Oh, I'm sorry." Ginny mumbled, "Homo erectum."
As the portrait swung open, the sound of laughter filled Ginny's ears, forcing away her brooding. She entered the common room and quickly took in the sights before her. Harry was sitting in an armchair surrounded by Dean, Seamus, Ron, and Hermione. She looked at each one's faces as they laughed about some unknown thing, well all of them were laughing except Harry and Hermione. Harry was beet red and Hermione looked just plain uncomfortable, though her brown eyes glittered with amusement.
Judging by that fact, Ginny knew that whatever they were talking about was sexual. She hated to interrupt the moment, but she had a mission to carry out. Damn that Draco Malfoy, ruining things even when he's not around. She took a deep breath and headed toward the vibrant group.
*~*
Harry sighed in relief as he saw Ginny walking towards them. He was sure her arrival would change the subject. Those fools wouldn't let go of the incident that morning and by this time had thoroughly exhausted the matter. "Gin," he called out happily, "sit down right here with me." He scooted over to the edge of the chair, patting the empty space on the cushion next to him. "There is plenty of room."
Ginny laughed at Harry's obvious change in mood, sitting down casually beside him, her cloak billowing slightly. She saw Hermione smile and wink as Ron, Dean, and Seamus scowled. She had ruined their fun and she knew it. "Everyone, guess what." She began, knowing that she couldn't just invite Harry and Seamus to the party without causing at least a little suspicion.
"What?" Harry asked in unison with Hermione, the only other person who seemed even mildly interested in what Ginny had to say. Ron, Dean, and Seamus were still put out that their fun had come to an end.
"We've been invited to a fabulous party Friday night after the feast."
"What party?" Ron asked, quickly forgetting that he was supposed to be upset.
"It's a Slytherin party. Blaise invited us, and only us." Ginny whispered excitedly so that none of the other students in the common room could overhear, thinking that the more secretive she was about it, the more her friends would want to go.
"I don't trust them. They're evil gits and this is obviously some sort of plot to do something vicious to us." Ron narrowed his eyes at his little sister, pointing a finger at her chest. "You aren't in leagues with them, are you?"
"Oh shut it, Ronald Weasley." Hermione piped up helpfully. "You're being silly. Why on Earth would Ginny ever be 'in leagues' with the Slytherins? It is just a party, c'mon now."
"Yeah, Mate, the Slytherins are known for their parties. I've been waiting to get invited to one for ages." Seamus looked pleadingly at Ron as though it were REALLY up to him. "Just forget about grudges for one moment of your life and drink yourself into a stupor. It will be worth it even if they do pull some sort of prank on us."
"Alright" Ron replied, his mood considerately lighter. "We'll go, all of us..."
Ginny smiled to herself, pleased with how smoothly things seemed to be going. Her first task almost certainly complete, she could relax until Friday when she'd have to worry about what the rest of her role would be.
*~*~*
(A/N) There comes a time in every girl's life when... Sheesh, I almost forgot what I was doing here... MY BAD! Anyway... Thanks for your fabulous reviews. Keep up the excellent job. I have revealed a little part of Draco's plan... who wants to guess the rest of it?? Well, I have to go now... the stupid honors program has a movie I'm supposed to go see... well, thanks again to all you readers and reviewers and an ultra-special thanks to my fangoriously wikkid beta reader who just turned 18.... HAPPY BIRTHDAY N.C.PSYCHICK!!! Peace everyone! Don't forget to review!
Chapter 5
"Right there, Harry. Oh, Merlin, YES!!!" A tongue darted out to wet parted lips... soft, pink, thoroughly kissed lips. "You have no idea what you do to me!" Silver-gray eyes met emerald in a searing gaze.
"Oh, but I do, dearest. I know exactly what I do, and enjoy every second of it." Harry leaned farther over to place a teasing kiss on the now moist lips. He was rewarded by a soft moan of need escaping from his lover. "Tell me you want it... tell me you need it." He whispered, brushing away blond hair to tortuously suck the lobe of his partner's ear.
Harry thrust hard and relished in the gasp that escaped from the stormy- eyed god that lay quivering beneath him. He smiled as the trembling words met his ear. "I need it, Harry. I need you. Give me what I need." Smile turning to smirk, Harry leaned closer to the sweat covered body. "Oh, I'll give it to you. But you'll have to beg for it, Dray..."
*~* Harry awoke with a start, sitting bolt upright in his bed. "What the fuck?!" He looked around at the faces peering in the drawings at him. "Do you all mind?" The raven-haired boy scowled at his roommates who all looked quite amused.
"Not at all, Harry. It's nice of you to ask, though." Seamus Finnigan smirked, barely choking back a laugh. He, Ron, and Dean Thomas had been watching Harry in amusement for some time now. "You put on quite a show. Who would've thought, the hero of the wizarding world is just like the rest of us... wet dreams and all." Dean snorted with laughter as Harry blushed.
"You're sick, y'know... the whole lot of you." Harry frowned at Seamus. "I bet you liked it, you sick fuck!" The Irish boy backed away, hands raised in surrender. "You got me, Harry. I soooo got off on the fact that you were sleeping away, dreaming about some beautiful girl. Who is she by the way? I'd really like to know, especially since she had you of all people moaning in your sleep."
Ron nodded his agreement. "I think we'd all like to know who she is, Mate. You were being awfully loud. Not that I enjoyed it or anything... that's just Seamus... he is the sick one. Dean and I just thought it was funny." Dean held a stitch in his side as he cracked up, watching Seamus make faces at Ron.
"I wouldn't tell you sickos anything if there was something to tell, but it was nothing. Oh, and you are going to rot in hell for this, y'know." Harry had turned red and was attempting to pull the drawings shut once more. But, to no avail, Seamus and the others were not having it.
"Maybe it's not a girl." Dean, speaking for the first time, piped up smartly. "Maybe it's you he's thinking of, Seamus dear. Maybe Harry was thinking about how tight your bum is." Seamus turned red at that comment, but nowhere near the shade of crimson Harry and Ron had both turned.
"Not everyone dreams about me the way you do." Seamus retorted angrily.
Dean laughed wholeheartedly and walked in a small circle around Seamus, eyeing him. "Are you insinuating that I am an arse-plunger, Mr. Lucky Charms?" Dean leaned in close to the boy's ear. "So what if I am? Potter wouldn't be the only one who found you delectable."
Seamus gave an indignant screech and jumped two feet in the air as Dean gave him a pinch. "That was waaaaay too easy, Seam-rock... You're off your game." Dean was choking on his laughter now. "Now back to Harry. So, Harry, tell us who's the lucky guy?" Turning their attention back to their initial entertainment, Seamus and Dean looked at Harry expectantly while Ron shuffled from one foot to another.
Harry had turned an almost Uncle Vernon shade of purple and looked like he was about to die. "Would you three get a life??? MERLIN! I thought I told you all it was nothing. NOW GET LOST!!!" With that, Harry successfully yanked the hangings closed and charmed them to stay shut.
"Wanker" Seamus muttered under his breath before stalking out of the room. "No fun at all, the bloody git." He was closely followed by Dean, also muttering under his breath. "A diva if I ever saw one... the friggin' drama queen. What's eating him?"
Ron stayed only long enough to whisper a quick. "If you are... y'know... a poofter, you can tell me. I'll be downstairs with 'Mione."
Harry groaned... He didn't know what to think, to do, to anything... THOSE DAMN DREAMS!!!
*~*
Draco sighed deeply. That dream was simply to die for. If that dream were to come true, he didn't think he'd be able to take it. He thought about it for a second before realizing that he had been the bottom. "Wait just a second there! Me?! Submissive?! Like hell would I ever submit to Harry Fucking Potter... or anyone else for that matter."
Draco rolled lazily out of bed, grabbing his toiletries and heading toward the nearest prefects bathroom. He yawned and stretched as he padded down the stairs in his green silk pajamas and dragon slippers. At the bottom of the steps he stopped short, not believing his eyes. Sitting on his couch chatting amiably with Pansy was none other than the female Weasley.
"Her?! Are you out of your mind?! We can't trust her! She doesn't know, does she?" Draco couldn't stop the flow of words spouting from his mouth. He looked dazedly from the fiery redhead to his one true friend. "Tell me you didn't spill it to a Gryffindor, Pan... please tell me you didn't."
Ginny Weasley had sat up quite straight when she realized that Malfoy was talking about her. Her deep red hair swayed as she turned to look at him. He wasn't angry, for the first time ever. Ginny shook her head in disbelief. Malfoy wasn't angry, but rather shocked and completely terrified of her... HER!
Pansy had opened her mouth to say something when Ginny cut in. "If I may explain," she began, "Pansy asked me here as a favor. She said it would greatly benefit me if I were to go along with the plan. She was just telling me that I would be able to get close to Blaise if I helped you when you came down." She glanced quickly between Pansy and Draco, checking for reactions before hurrying on. "You have no reason not to trust me... Like you said, I AM a Gryffindor. Now please, just fill me in so I can get out of the horrid dungeons."
Draco didn't know what to do. He knew the kid was near in love with Blaise and would thus be an extreme asset to his cause, but he wasn't sure if her loyalty to Potter would get in the way of the execution of the plan. "Listen, Weaselette," He began, "This will have to do with Potter. You know me well enough from past experiences. Will your connection with him get in the way of you doing your part?" He glared at her, daring her to question what Harry had to do with her and Blaise.
Ginny blinked twice, struggling for an answer. Yes, she knew Malfoy quite well and from that knowledge she figured Harry would end up getting hurt from all this. Maybe she should leave, but she really wanted to get close to Blaise. She was conflicted, and it must have shown in her bright blue eyes because Malfoy's gaze turned a cold steely gray.
"Will it? You can leave now, y'know, but if you do I'll make sure that Blaise never looks at you twice." Draco sneered as he saw realization flicker through her eyes. She could certainly leave now, but she wouldn't leave unmarred. She could reveal to Harry that he was plotting something, and that just wouldn't do. If she left, he'd have to make sure he kept her quiet. She had just come to realize this and was opening and closing her mouth silently.
Finally, when Ginny spoke, it was with a low bitter whisper that she told him, "Fine. I'm in... as long as you promise not to hurt Harry." Draco laughed and Ginny flinched, not sure why he was laughing. He seemed to be going mad and she didn't like the way this was headed.
When the laughter finally died on Draco's lips, his eyes had softened and his lips twitched as though wanting to turn up at the corners into a true smile. "My dear, dear child, I don't want to HURT Harry at all. Now after I fill you in, there will be no turning back. Do you understand that?" When Ginny nodded solemnly, he turned to Pansy. "Pan, why don't you make our new 'friend' at home and fill her in while I tend to my personal hygiene." Ginny cringed at his use of the word friend and frowned when he seemed delighted with her reaction.
"Don't let him scare you." Draco heard Pansy say as he turned to leave, "His bite isn't so bad... it's when the venom starts to sink in that you need to worry."
*~*
"Okay, Weaselette," Draco leaned toward the innocent-looking girl sitting on his couch, "The first thing on your list of tasks is to guarantee that Potter attends my little Halloween gathering." He glared into her sweet blue eyes, disliking the sparkle that glared back at him. "Do you have that straight? You are to arrive before him though, and report directly to me. You need to show up about an hour before him."
Ginny nodded, defiantly lifting her chin and returning Malfoy's cold gaze. She could handle whatever role she had to play in his little plot, as long as she had Blaise at the end of it all. "That should be simple enough. Halloween is Friday, so that gives me a few days to think of a good reason for him to be going to a Slytherin party..."
Draco gave a short, strangely harsh laugh and narrowed his eyes. "You won't need to come up with a reason, he has his own. Trust me... Just make sure he knows about it. Tell him... tell him Blaise would like him to come."
Ginny was confused. She didn't know why it should matter to Harry whether Blaise wanted him at the party or not, and she didn't like the fact that Draco's steely gaze wasn't nearly as cutting as it was before. She didn't like any change in Malfoy at all; she was used to his mannerisms and knew how to handle him to a certain extent. If he changed at all, she wouldn't know what to do. "I'll make sure he comes, don't worry. I have just one question."
Draco narrowed his eyes to slits. "Questions are dangerous, Weasley." He clenched his fist reflexively before trying to regain a sense of control over his anger. The girl wanted to know way too much. He simply wished her to follow along with his, well Pansy's, plan without being too nosy or getting too involved, but it didn't look like she was going to cooperate.
Ginny matched Malfoy's pointed look with one of her own, her eyes becoming a hazy blue. "What is it that I have to do that requires my attendance an hour before Harry?"
Draco leaned back casually in his chair and let his eyes roam over the Weaselette's face. She was smart, this one. He didn't thinks she'd get so suspicious so quickly. He was sure it was out of concern for Harry. The bloody Gryffindors are so honorable... "You'll find out when the time comes. Don't think about it too much, you might hurt yourself. Just do as I say, and I will guide you when the time comes... Now run along to let Harry know about the party."
Ginny rose from the couch and strode calmly toward the door. She knew she had to stay cool and replied with a simple "Fine."
As the stones ground open to allow the girl to leave, Draco stood, facing her back. "Two more things," He said and watched her stop, listening without turning, "Try to keep Potter and Zabini away from each other if at all possible, and invite Leprechaun boy."
*~*
Ginny looked for a moment at the portrait of the Fat Lady before realizing that she was asking for the password. "Oh, I'm sorry." Ginny mumbled, "Homo erectum."
As the portrait swung open, the sound of laughter filled Ginny's ears, forcing away her brooding. She entered the common room and quickly took in the sights before her. Harry was sitting in an armchair surrounded by Dean, Seamus, Ron, and Hermione. She looked at each one's faces as they laughed about some unknown thing, well all of them were laughing except Harry and Hermione. Harry was beet red and Hermione looked just plain uncomfortable, though her brown eyes glittered with amusement.
Judging by that fact, Ginny knew that whatever they were talking about was sexual. She hated to interrupt the moment, but she had a mission to carry out. Damn that Draco Malfoy, ruining things even when he's not around. She took a deep breath and headed toward the vibrant group.
*~*
Harry sighed in relief as he saw Ginny walking towards them. He was sure her arrival would change the subject. Those fools wouldn't let go of the incident that morning and by this time had thoroughly exhausted the matter. "Gin," he called out happily, "sit down right here with me." He scooted over to the edge of the chair, patting the empty space on the cushion next to him. "There is plenty of room."
Ginny laughed at Harry's obvious change in mood, sitting down casually beside him, her cloak billowing slightly. She saw Hermione smile and wink as Ron, Dean, and Seamus scowled. She had ruined their fun and she knew it. "Everyone, guess what." She began, knowing that she couldn't just invite Harry and Seamus to the party without causing at least a little suspicion.
"What?" Harry asked in unison with Hermione, the only other person who seemed even mildly interested in what Ginny had to say. Ron, Dean, and Seamus were still put out that their fun had come to an end.
"We've been invited to a fabulous party Friday night after the feast."
"What party?" Ron asked, quickly forgetting that he was supposed to be upset.
"It's a Slytherin party. Blaise invited us, and only us." Ginny whispered excitedly so that none of the other students in the common room could overhear, thinking that the more secretive she was about it, the more her friends would want to go.
"I don't trust them. They're evil gits and this is obviously some sort of plot to do something vicious to us." Ron narrowed his eyes at his little sister, pointing a finger at her chest. "You aren't in leagues with them, are you?"
"Oh shut it, Ronald Weasley." Hermione piped up helpfully. "You're being silly. Why on Earth would Ginny ever be 'in leagues' with the Slytherins? It is just a party, c'mon now."
"Yeah, Mate, the Slytherins are known for their parties. I've been waiting to get invited to one for ages." Seamus looked pleadingly at Ron as though it were REALLY up to him. "Just forget about grudges for one moment of your life and drink yourself into a stupor. It will be worth it even if they do pull some sort of prank on us."
"Alright" Ron replied, his mood considerately lighter. "We'll go, all of us..."
Ginny smiled to herself, pleased with how smoothly things seemed to be going. Her first task almost certainly complete, she could relax until Friday when she'd have to worry about what the rest of her role would be.
*~*~*
(A/N) There comes a time in every girl's life when... Sheesh, I almost forgot what I was doing here... MY BAD! Anyway... Thanks for your fabulous reviews. Keep up the excellent job. I have revealed a little part of Draco's plan... who wants to guess the rest of it?? Well, I have to go now... the stupid honors program has a movie I'm supposed to go see... well, thanks again to all you readers and reviewers and an ultra-special thanks to my fangoriously wikkid beta reader who just turned 18.... HAPPY BIRTHDAY N.C.PSYCHICK!!! Peace everyone! Don't forget to review!