Author's Note.
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Chapter Seven. : Turning Slytherin Green.
With help from Luna and Hermione she was almost completely prepared by the afternoon before the dance. Far from feeling nervous, she felt a thrill of adrenalin course through her veins when she thought of what she planned to do that evening. There was just one more thing she had to do.
She strode confidently into the Great Hall at lunchtime amongst of all her Gryffindor friends. She looked brazenly over towards the Slytherin table and when Malfoy looked up she held his eyes defiantly.
Draco smiled to himself, pleasantly surprised. Could it be true? Is the Weasley wench challenging me at last?
A delicious meal magically appeared on the table in front of them. Ginny merely picked at hers, she was too high on adrenalin to eat much. She looked back over at Malfoy and a sly smile spread across her lips. Malfoy was still looking fixedly at her. She lifted her hand to her mouth. Still holding his eyes she ran her index finger slowly over her lips. When she was sure that she had his undivided attention she ran the ran the same finger through a little of what was left on her plate then opened her mouth a little and sucked it off the end of her finger. Malfoy quickly broke eye contact but it was too late. She had seen it. A shudder of lust had unmistakably passed over his face even if for just a second.
Ginny choked back the bubble of mirth in her throat and looked away. He wanted her. She had seen it. The game was on, and this time she had the upper hand.
As her friends left the Common Room for the dance, Ginny quickly said goodbye before sprinting up the stairs to her room, taking them two at a time. She had less than an hour.
Having showered and wrapped her hair in a towel to dry she set about dressing herself. From her wardrobe she produced a very tight, very short, dark green dress and laid it on the bed. Smoothing it out gently she smiled as she imagined Malfoy's face when he saw her in it.
But that wasn't all. From under her pillow she produced a long lacy scrap of black material and frowned at it. Hermione had supplied this. What had she called it? A suspender belt, that was it. She applied it as Hermione had described and then summoned a pair of thin black stockings from the wardrobe drawer with a flick of her wand. After struggling extensively to connect them together she stood straight and admired the finished article in her mirror.
"My, My!" Her mirror said in an admiring voice. "Don't we look sexy."
Ginny blushed deeply. "That's the plan."
In forty minutes she was ready and striding down to the Great Hall in a pair of sexy spiked heels. Bracing herself, she walked boldly into the packed hall with her head held high.
Heads turned and some people nudged their friends to draw their attention to the advancing figure of a dramatically different Ginny Weasley. She looked stunning and she could tell by the way that all the boys were staring open mouthed at her that the dress had been a good choice. Ginny was sure that Hermione and Luna had carried out their part of the plan as there was no sign of Ron or Harry rushing to cover her up.
Attempting to suppress her blushes, unaccustomed to the attention, Ginny focused her efforts on locating Malfoy.
She spied him on the busy dance floor, standing stock still with a bored look on his face. The writhing form of Pansy Parkinson had her arms held tightly round his neck and was trying with little success to get him to move with her.
Ginny looked determinedly around the edge of the dance floor and soon located what she needed. Dean Thomas was standing on the other side of the floor talking to Seamus. Perfect.
Composing herself she pushes her way through the crowd toward Malfoy.
Draco gulped as Pansy turned and began rubbing herself against him. Having a woman throw herself at you was definitely a turn off. He had spent the last five minutes trying to think of an excuse to get away from her. He hadn't meant to say yes to dancing with her but he was so preoccupied with thoughts of that damned Weasley tease that he hadn't registered what she had said. "Yeah whatever." He had replied dismissively. Next thing he knew he was dragged on to the dance floor and was being used as a scratching post by pug-faced-Parkinson in the centre of the Great Hall.
He was just going to have beg a men's room break and then hide from her in the common room. The other boys were having a card game and there was no point in being at the dance at all if the one person he wanted to see hadn't turned up.
"Look Pansy…" He started but he stopped as he had caught a glimpse of red hair through the crowd. Was it her?
He could see snatches of the person approaching him and his pulse quickened. Finally she broke through the crowd and Draco's heart leapt. She looked amazing. She was wearing a dress that looked as if had been painted on. His groin tightened as he saw how short it was, her long shapely legs seemed to go on forever. And in Slytherin colours too! Scandalous! They looked unbelievably good against the long red hair that fell in waves around her shoulders, where his eyes were drawn to the dangerously low neck line. He had never seen her look better.
He became acutely aware that Pansy's hands were wandering, mistakenly thinking that the hardness growing in his trousers was for her.
"Whoa Pansy back off ! Show a bit of self control will you?" he hissed.
She giggled conspiratorially rubbing herself against him. "What like you, you mean?"
He raised his eyes to the ceiling and cursed. This girl had no self respect. Not a bit sexy.
He attempted to ignore the revolting scene in front of him looked around expecting to see Ginny standing nearby. He was frustrated to see that she had not lingered and to his disbelief she was standing a distance away, with Dean Thomas.
What is she doing with him?
He had heard that they had gone out last year but he had also heard that he had finished with her because he had fancied some Ravenclaw girl. He remembered well, he had gotten great satisfaction out of mocking her over it at the time.
They seemed very intimate all the same. She was giggling girlishly and tossing her hair.
What is she up to?
He blanched as he watched Dean take her arm and lead her to the dance floor, smiling smugly. Malfoy became aware of a foreign feeling flooding his senses. Jealousy.
Ginny was careful not to make eye contact with Malfoy as she followed Dean to the floor. This is insane she thought to herself.
Nevertheless she knew what she had to do. She began to dance slowly and seductively with Dean. Giggling at the shocked look on his face, she reached up and put her arms round his neck and threw her head back, her long red curls fanning out behind her as she grinded her hips against his. She could feel that Dean was becoming aroused and taking that as her cue she turned her back on him and began to swing her hips side to side . Dean reached down and placed his hands on her hips and pulled her close so that he could feel the curve of her buttocks move against him.
She felt him lean down and smell her hair, but she wasn't paying any attention to Dean now. Her eyes were on Malfoy. He was dancing a short distance from her, still with Pansy Parkinson. He had pulled her close to him, putting his chin on her shoulder so he could watch Ginny uninterrupted.
They locked eyes and as Ginny continued move herself against Dean, she licked her lips seductively at him.
He couldn't believe it. She was teasing him openly and using that Thomas prat to make him jealous! Even more disturbing was the fact that despite his best efforts to ignore her it was working. He had lost the upper hand. This wouldn't do.
He looked down at his dancing partner, who, thinking Draco was about to kiss her, had puckered her lips. He had contemplated using her to extract his revenge but he cringed and chased the idea from his mind. Nothing is worth lowering myself to open displays of affection with this repulsive troll.
He looked back over at Ginny, she was still facing him but Dean had brushed her hair to one side and was now planting light kisses on her neck and shoulder. His eyes snapped back up to Ginny's face. She looked back at him defiantly and proceeded to make a great show of how much she was enjoying the attention she was getting from Dean, closing her eyes and running her tongue over her top lip.
Malfoy was only just managing to hold on to his composure when Dean slid his hand up her thigh. Her impossibly short dress rode up further, exposing the top of one lacy stocking. Dean could evidently feel what was concealed under her dress and his hand gripped her thigh.
Malfoy's control evaporated. It was one thing to dance with another guy in front of him, but to let him touch her so intimately, that was unforgivable. It would have to end now.
Pushing Pansy aside roughly he darted towards Ginny, and took hold of her arm. He began to drag her away through the crowd of dancing students.
Ginny snatched her hand out of Malfoy's grasp and stood glaring at him as he turned and advanced on her.
"What the hell were you doing dancing with that imbecile and letting him touch you like that?" Malfoy shouted, trying to make himself heard over the loud music.
"Who the hell do you think you are Draco? I was just enjoying myself!" She yelled back, infuriated. How dare he act like he owned her. It didn't matter that it was how she had hoped he would react, it didn't matter that her stomach was flipping uncontrollably with joy over his jealousy. She needed his blood to boil so she continued to glare at him.
"Leave her alone Malfoy, she is with me." It was Dean Thomas. He stood beside Ginny and put an arm protectively around her shoulders.
"Get your hands off her!" Draco snarled, lunging towards Dean and pushing him to the ground. Pulling his wand from the pocket in his robe, he pointed it threateningly at Dean. "Now back off before I hex you into next week."
Dean held his hands up, defeated. Not one for confrontation, Dean was well aware that Malfoy was more than a match for him.
Malfoy turned to face Ginny but she was gone. Craning his neck to see over the crowd of students that had gathered around the two brawling boys, he saw her.
She was standing in the entrance to the Great Hall looking at him with a gratified smile on her face. Turning away, Ginny walked from the hall feeling full of herself. Phase one down.
It was time for phase two.