A Little Bit of You

Title: A Little Bit of You
Author: Jo
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Feedback: I would greatly appreciate it.
Spoilers: OotP - the very end.
Summary: During Ginny's 5th year, she and Malfoy have a confrontation.
Rating: PG? PG-13? Somewhere in between maybe.
Disclaimer: I have the unfortunate luck of not owning these people. Otherwise Snarky!Ginny and Evil!Malfoy would be together and Harry would be a wisp waaaay out in the Bermuda. But those are wishes I don't own, *sigh*.
Comments : I'm only posting this because

Syn

asked me to. I'm not really sure how well it turned out as I'm my own absolute worst critc. The title is a collective of all the parts cause it's Malfoy and Ginny and there's a little bit of them in each other...There may or may not be a sequel, depending on my mood.

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Part One. Thoughts and Frost
She had the feeling that she was being watched. Dismissing the feeling quickly with the assumption it was a friend from another house, she went back to thinking of the mind workings of her friends and family. Since Sirius' death, Harry's descent into a deep depression left with constant worrying. His short temper had grown even shorter over time and he had become more reclusive, much like his godfather had become.

A prickling sensation once again pointed out she was being watched. The feeling unpleasant was proof it wasn't a friend but she had no idea who it was. Glancing around the room, she looked for the source and found no one. Uneasy she turned back to her group of friends, laughing as if she had been paying attention to the conversation all along.

Quickly tuning out of the conversation again, she looked around at the other tables. A year ago, the room had been divided into "Dumbledore supporters" and "not Dumbledore supporters." Now, it was still that way but more along the lines of Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw verses Slytherin - more than normal. She noticed his profile immediately: Malfoy, the git. He had tried to hurt their group on the way back to Hogwarts as promised for the destruction of his family.

On some level she had sympathy for the boy. After all, losing a father is a terrible thing. She would know since her own father came perilously close to death himself. However, she tried to squash that feeling as often as possible seeing that he was still the same old bully. Having compassion didn't mean she had to forget everything he had done and was still doing. And because of that bullying, she had learned to keep an out for him.

The part that scared her slightly was the fact she could understand Malfoy. He wasn't exactly playing for the good team. Did that maker her evil too? Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she told her friends she was going to outside and walk around the lake. Claiming it was such a pretty day but really her thoughts of good and evil had left her feeling cold inside; the same coldness that she had felt when Voldemort had possessed her.


Part Two. The Have and The Have Not
Her bright red hair gleamed against the sun, making her stand out among the students. Skinny with a little lean tone to her body made the secondhand robes she wore look too wide and unflattering. The girl was not aware of the eyes that followed as she walked along the banks of the lake; eyes she had seen for nearly five years and never given second thought too. Thoughts of her friends and families pain weighed heavily as she walked.

The watching eyes owner felt a stirring of interest in the girl who had stood up against his arrogance. The girl's family was far poorer than he was; he'd never known anything but the very best and intended to keep it that way. He enjoyed being the one that could rule just the right people at the right time. He wasn't his father nor his mother but someone who still understood that power was the greatest asset.

His eyes carefully watched the way she walked, talked to some other Gryffindor, how her lips looked when she pouted. Not that he cared of course. Why would he? She was beneath him, almost as much as that Mudblood Granger. Never looking away, he rationalized he was just studying the enemy - Quidditch and life wise - which was a necessity.

He finally looked away as Crabbe and Goyle started toward him. They were never far away unless it involved food so he figured rather maliciously that they had stayed and eaten every piece of food they could find during lunch. As he walked towards them, he slipped his facade and smirk back in place. Creating and pulling off the image of a bully was second nature and no one would guess even he had feelings. Not even the girl with the flaming hair.


Part Three. Spectacular Row
"Watch it Weasel," the cold voice drawled. Ginny looked up at the person who had bumped into her and the owner of the voice.

"Why don't you?" she challenged back, annoyed that he thought had right to say something like that.

"Let's see. That's 5 points from Gryffin-"

"You're not able to take points away anymore, remember? You're not Umbridge's ferret." Eyes flashing with temper matched the cold smile that appeared.

"Well, we'll just have to find another punishment won't we?" A smile of malice slid onto his face.

"Oh, yeah? Like what?" She knew something was off but she wasn't quite sure what.

"Oh, I don't know. I'm sure I can come up with something. Then again, I can't do too much considering the filth your family lives in."

"You stupid little git!" Seething, she wiped the hair out of her face to get a better look.

"What did you call me Weasel?" He looked slightly shocked she'd said the word. He hadn't expected out of the youngest of the bunch.

"You heard me. Shall I use other words or do I need to speak slower?" As they fought, their voices became louder which made the words echo throughout the halls. Students were stopping to watch.

Making a slight movement, Malfoy's hand disappeared into his robes. In a flash both had their wands out and pointed at the other. Only a "Miss Weasley" "Mister Malfoy" by Professor McGonagall stopped the duel. Unsure of what to do with the pair, she sent them to Dumbledore. Expressing great concern, he talked to them, gave them a week's worth of detentions with their Head of Houses and let them go.


Part Four. Formulas and Potions
The next few days were hard for those around Ginny and Malfoy. Both were beyond snapping at people and rude. Ginny nearly bit Ron's head off simply because he said he couldn't believe she had pulled her wand out in public like that. The Howler her mother sent her didn't help matters either. Everyone in the dining room had looked at her, which made her scowl the rest of the day. Malfoy had actually snapped at Snape, which added another week's worth of detentions for him.

On Ginny's last day of detention, McGonagall wasn't able to watch her. Peeves had created an uproar with several of the professors, leaving her to go deal with the mess. That meant Ginny was forced to go to Snape and serve her detention under him. After the two were barked at to sit down and write a foot high essay on the reasons why wands are not toys -"if you are going to act as children, I will treat as one" - he went back to potion making and left the two to do their essays. Sneaking a glance at Malfoy, she felt her temper rise again. Dimly, she realized his mere presence seemed to upset her.

Malfoy felt the same way. Every time she came he saw her, he wanted to destroy something. Making sure he wasn't being watched, he whispered something and pointed his wand at her paper. The paper went into flames and before she could figure out a way to fix the problem Snape spotted it.

"Miss Weasley!" Snape snapped as if she had been the one to ruin the paper. "If you are that bored -" with a wave of his wand, a potion recipe appeared on the blackboard - "feel free to make this potion. I want it done by the time you leave and if it isn't correct, you will come back and do it again every night until it is correct." The look Malfoy's face was one of absolute glee at causing her to get in trouble.

"But I didn't do anything!" She looked at Snape with reproach. "I mean why would I set my own work on fire?"

"Add another night on your detention. Shall you continue?" Pulling a greasy strand of hair away from his face, he waited to see if she would try again. Staying silent, she glared at him. Knowing a Howler would be coming the morning; she didn't fancy it to be any worse than it would be. She did however vow a way to get Malfoy more time in the dungeon.

"Well, if you're done wasting our time, I suggest you get back to work Miss Weasley." With that, he walked to his office to get a special ingredient for whatever he was making.

"Well Weasel, I guess I'll be seeing you here tomorrow night." Malfoy kept his satisfied grin on his face as he started on his paper. Infuriated she couldn't get her revenge at the moment; she worked hard on her potion. When Snape finally walked back in, Malfoy was done with his paper and free to leave. Smirking as he left, she felt the urge to punch him like she had seen her brothers punch each other over the years. Biting her tongue from lashing out and gaining another detention, she formulated a plan to gain her revenge. She would need some help and she knew just who to get to help her.


Part Five. One Upped
On her way up to her bedroom, Ginny decided to get plan started and for that she needed help from someone that loved to ruin other people's lives. Snape was out of the question obviously and since she had no desire to see Moaning Myrtle for the entire world; that left her with only one person.

"Peeves!" she called out to the annoying poltergeist that loved to make her and her fellow school peers lives miserable. "Peeves!"

Floating in through the walls, he came up. "Yes Weasel?" he cackled.

"Yes, okay. Now that's over..." Ginny looked meaningfully at him, which made him just grin broader. "I was wondering if you wanted to have a little fun and cause some mayhem?" Shrugging her shoulders, she pretended to turn away. "If you're not interested..."

"Wait a minute. What kind of mayhem?"

"Well, I was thinking a little revenge for someone and I thought you might want to be in on it. You are the biggest jester on campus after all." Explaining the plan, she saw the look of glee on his face and knew he was in.

It was the next day and almost time for detention to begin. Getting her game face on, she walked in with a pout and murderous look. Putting down the bucket she had been carrying and glaring at Malfoy, she sat down waiting for Snape. Once he entered the room and gave them their the assignments, he went back out to work on the same potion from the night before.

Writing her assignment quickly, she finished her assignment and leaned back. Duplicating his drawl she asked, "still working?" "I guess filth like me is still smarter than you. On top for once." Needling him, she knew she had him hooked.

"I will always be on top Weasley. It's the only a place Malfoy would be." A grin of pure confidence slid across his face.

"Of course, I've never been on the bottom. I don't like the position. It's not very... comfortable." Calculating the amount of interest that suddenly came into his face, she guessed she another thirty seconds left. Shifting to where her robes would show she did in fact have a figure, she knew it was time.

"Now!" Ginny yelled the word as Peeves came through and picked up the bucket of lake water, dumping it on top of Malfoy's head. Sputtering, he reached for his wand but before he could get it, she pulled hers out with a noncommittal noise and grin on her face.

On her way out she gave Draco a chaste kiss. "Look who's on top now. You look a little hot, good thing you had a shower." With a flounce in her step, she walked out the room leaving a stunned Draco in her wake.