Harry Potty

wolf33

Rating: PG
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 4
Published: 08/04/2004
Last Updated: 25/05/2004
Status: paused

Draco and Ginny team up to play a prank on Harry. Will sparks fly? You better believe it. H/Hr on the side.

Chapters

1. The Nerve!

2. It

1. The Nerve!

Disclaimer: Sadly, none of it's mine.

Ginny Weasley slammed her books down on the table and took a seat. The nerve of him! She thought. The nerve of her!

As she was seething and plotting, Ginny's best friend, Melissa, sat down behind her. Ginny didn't notice until she felt a hand on her shoulder, and jumped. "Bloody hell!! Mel, you scared me!"

"Sorry, Ginny," Melissa replied, but her eyes were laughing. After taking a closer look at her friends face, Melissa's expression changed to one of concern. "What's wrong?" She inquired.

"Harry Bloody Potter, isn't that what's always wrong?" Ginny's normally pretty face looked rather ugly etched with pure contempt.

Melissa sighed. "What did he do this time? Whatever it is, just tell me so I can go kick his ugly arse."

"He broke up with me," Ginny replied, all emotion instantly draining from her face as she did so.

"He didn't!!" She stared in shock as Ginny glared at her. "He did!!"

Ginny only nodded. "And that's not all either," she paused for dramatic effect, "he dumped me for Miss Perfect herself."

"Not Hermione Granger!" Her eyes widened in horror as she gasped, but soon the expression faded. "I hate to break it to you, Gin, but that's about down right predictable. You can't look me in the face and tell me you weren't expecting it all along."

But the look on Ginny's face told Mel she hadn't suspected a thing. "I was shocked when I caught them making out - and in clear view of the entire common's room, no less!"

Both girls fell silent for a moment. Then Ginny spoke up. "Well, you're going to help me make him pay, aren't you?"

"Hell yeah." Melissa replied. Together, they got up from the table and headed for the door. "The only question is: How?"

A/N: Well, I hope you liked it, although I know it's kind of short! Please review and let me know what you think. I promise, we'll see Draco in the next chapter, which should be up pretty soon! Audios for now!

~Anne

2. It

Disclaimer: Have you seen my elephant?

A/N: I'm so sorry this has taken so long, but I should be out of school for the summer soon… this is my last week! After that, it should be easier to write and post, although I'm not making any promises because my computer died. Anyways, enjoy…

As she stormed down the hall, Ginny was bouncing ideas around in her head of ways of possibly getting back at Harry. So far she had come up with nothing she thought would be satisfying enough, short of brutal murder, that is. For obvious reasons, that option was most definitely out.

Nearing an empty classroom, she was startled to hear voices coming from behind the partially-open door. She paused to listen, her interest growing as she picked out Harry's voice, and then - was that Malfoy??? Stealing a glance into the room, she was pleasantly surprised to find that it was, indeed, him.

Draco Malfoy. Arch enemy of Harry, Hermione, Ginny herself, and the rest of the Weasleys. However, Ginny had a feeling she and Draco were about to become friends. After all - who better was there to aid her in Harry's demise? It was so perfect, she almost squealed. Almost.

Regrettably, her excitement on this new scheme was short-lived. If Ginny wasn't mistaken, and she rarely was, Draco had just been hit by `pretrificus totalus'. A spell Hermione had taught to Harry, no doubt. Well, that just served her purpose. Even a Slytherin such as Malfoy would have to help her out if he owed her.

Her thoughts were confirmed when Harry emerged from the room, looking rather smug. When he saw her, he gave her a slight smile. “Gin…” he started.

“Save it,” Ginny replied, rolling her eyes and trying her best to avoid his eyes.

Now frowning, Harry raced off in the direction of the Gryffindor common room, know doubt wanting to get back to his girlfriend.

Ginny waited until Harry was out of sight before quickly slipping into the classroom. She wasn't surprise to see Malfoy sprawled out there on the floor, stiff as a board but still managing to look very embarrassed, if the red coloring of his usually pale face was anything to go by. Despite her efforts, Ginny chuckled.

“If I didn't need your help, I think I'd drag you into the common room and paste you to the ceiling, but things being as they are…” begrudgingly, she lifted her wand and freed him from the spell.

Immediately dressing in his customary scow, Draco stood and dusted off his robes. “Weasley,” was all he said in greeting, as if she was some fowl piece of vermin that he would rather not bother with.

Raising her wand yet again, Ginny tried to sound threatening. “I'm the one with wand at the ready, Malfoy.”

He raised his left hand, and she saw that his wand was tightly clenched in his fist. “True, but I'm afraid you're not the only one.”

Sighing, Ginny annoyedly tucked her wand back into a pocket on her robes. “Put that away, Malfoy, before you hurt yourself.”

“Funny, I was thinking I would more likely do harm to you.” But he tucked it, fashionably, behind his ear. He made ready to leave, but she stopped him.

“Wait, Malfoy,” he paid her no mind, “Draco…”

He stopped cold, then spun around, facing her with a vacant expression. “Why did you just call me that?”

She looked at him like he was the most idiotic person she had ever laid eyes on. “It's your name.”

“I'm aware of that, Virginia.” Draco replied, a smirk occupying his expression once more.

Ginny looked amused. “That's not my name.” Her smile widened as she noted the dumbfounded expression on his face.

“What is it then?” he asked.

“That's for me to know and you to loose sleep over,” she replied without missing a beat.

Draco's face wavered for a moment, and Ginny thought he might have looked impressed - but no, she must have imagined it.

He brought his fingers up and ran them through his hair, something Ginny had noticed before that he did often. “What is it that you want, Weasley?” For once, there was no note of contempt in his voice.

She smiled at him, and this time it was genuine and not taunting. “Potter's head on a silver platter,” she replied, unfazed and sounding dead seriously.

Caught unaware, Draco nearly choked trying not to laugh. “You're little boyfriend? What's he done, made a real woman out of the littlest Weasel?”

Before he knew what had happened, Ginny's fist had connected with his jaw, and he went sprawling on to the floor. It was a full two minutes before he stood once more, albeit a bit unsteady on his feet and rubbing his jaw.

“Well, I must say Weasley, I didn't know you had it in you.”

Now a bit more collected, Ginny was taken aback by the lack of anger in his tone. “Well, I did have six older brothers, Malfoy. Still do, in fact. I can hold my own in a fight, and if for any reason I can't, they will! - And Harry is not my boyfriend!” she added, almost as an afterthought.

At this, Draco was sincerely shocked. “Harry - he broke up with you?”

“No,” she lied, “I broke up with him. Caught him and Hermione snogging in front of the Common room fire. Wasn't gonna put up with his sorry behind after that. And you just called `Potter' Harry, did you know?”

He chose to ignore this. “So, you want revenge on Potter, ey?” he stretched out his hand in Ginny's direction. “Well, I'm your man.”

“Not so fast. Didn't Harry just best you in a duel?”

Draco almost panicked, but being who he was, immediately shot back with, “Only because I let him! Couldn't very well destroy Potty's ego, could I? I wouldn't want him to be afraid of me out on the quidditch pitch.”

“Oh, I'm sure he's quivering in his boots,” Ginny muttered under her breath.

Then, shooting him a cautious glance, Ginny reached out to clasp Draco's hand. He shook it. “It's a deal then, no going back now.”

Ginny nodded, “no going back.” It hit her suddenly, and she smiled. “Draco, did I just hear you say `Potty'…”

A/N: Well, that's a wrap. For this chapter at least. Please drop me a line and let me know what you think, it's much appreciated. Adios!

~Anne