Tell Me

A/N: Thankfully this delay hasn't been as long as the last couple. I'm about to graduate from college, and am very busy, so I don't get much time to write for fun these days. I have every intention of finishing this story and the sequel to “All I Want for Christmas”, but I have no timeline on the conclusion of those stories, or what I'll write beyond that.

I realize this is a shorter chapter, but it didn't lend itself to being any longer than it is without getting too repetitive. The next chapter should be a good bit longer because of something that has been anticipated for a while. Ginny does a lot of ranting against Hermione in this chapter, but if you read carefully, you'll also see the seeds for her fall planted here too.

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Disclaimer: I'll refer you back to Chapter 1 to save space and simplify things for those whom have already read it.

Tell Me

Chapter 4: Plotting in Silence

Hermione Granger is a jealous bitch! fumed a very angry Ginny as she slammed the door to her dormitory behind her.

She thinks she can just waltz in and steal Harry's heart from me. Well, she has another think coming…

It's not like she stands a chance to land Harry anyways. She's just an ordinary, plain-Jane bookworm that'll end up a lonely spinster. There's no boy that'll ever fancy something so ordinary. I'll never understand how she ended up going to the Yule Ball with Krum. She probably slipped him a dose of love potion and either ended up feeling guilty about doing it or forgot to keep giving it to him.

Like that one day I forgot to give it to Harry was the day he broke-up with me. How was I to know that he wasn't going to eat anything on the morning of Dumbledore's funeral? I'm just biding my time until I can slip some into his morning pumpkin juice again.

Ginny smirked to herself.

That shouldn't be too much longer. At most it'll be a couple days. He's starting to trust me like just before we got together before, when he let me close enough to slip the first dose to him.

That jealous bitch will never know what hit her and Harry will be all mine again. It's painfully obvious that she fancies him, but she'll never love Harry like I do. I've loved him since before I met him and she hadn't even heard of him before she got her Hogwarts letter.

I know all sorts of things that she doesn't know about him too. Like how passionate a kisser he is. Or how his hands feel under my blouse. She also doesn't seem to get that he always will be a celebrity, no matter what. He'll always be The Man Who Triumphed. For some strange reason Hermione likes to think of him as just Harry.

Ginny rolled her eyes at that thought before continuing.

Then there's the fact that together me and Harry look like his mum and dad, so we're obviously meant to be together. Everyone thinks so. Anyone who doesn't is a blind idiot, especially that little bitch that thinks she can steal him away from me.

I can already see me and him with a houseful of little redhead, green eyed children because he won't be able to keep his hands off me.

At that moment, someone knocked on her door.

“Who is it?” Ginny called out.

“It's me,” Parvati answered.

“Are you alone?”

“Yeah. Lavender's a bit busy snogging Seamus at the moment to get the juicy gossip. Can I come in?”

“Sure. Just make sure nobody sees you.”

Immediately, the door opened at Parvati slipped into the room. She quickly cast silencing and locking charms and crossed over to Ginny.

“Did I hear you and Harry are going to get back together soon?” she asked eagerly.

“You can tell the school we're together already as far as I'm concerned,” Ginny replied arrogantly.

“Don't you want to wait until Harry asks before people hear you're back together? Or are you planning on asking him out?”

“Sort of both.”

Parvati raised a confused eyebrow. “How's that possible?”

Ginny opened up the drawer of her nightstand and pulled out a small bottle that made Parvati gasp. “I'm just going to give Harry a little push.”

“You do know about the law that got passed over the summer holidays, right? The one that says you can get sent to Azkaban for that if you get caught.” Parvati said in a hushed tone.

Ginny put the bottle back in her nightstand and closed the drawer. “That's why I'm not going to get caught,” she said smugly.

Parvati raised an eyebrow. “Hermione was already suspicious of you tonight and she's no idiot. Aren't you afraid of her finding out?”

“No, because once I'm with Harry I'll sic Ron on that little bitch to…distract her.”

“And just how do you plan on doing that?”

“I won't have to do anything. Ron's fancied her for years and with Harry with me, he'd surely ask her out so we can have one big happy Weasley family.”

Parvati looked skeptical. “And just what makes you think she'll say yes to him if he does ask, considering she's so smitten with Harry.”

Ginny smirked. “That won't be hard.”

Parvati's eyes suddenly widened. “That's how you got Harry to go out with you last year, wasn't it?”

I'm beginning to think Parvati belongs with her sister in Ravenclaw. I've got to distract her quick.

“So what's going on between you and Dean?”

Parvati glared at Ginny. “You didn't answer my question.”

Ginny smiled evilly. “You aren't getting one either.”

Parvati stood up and took a couple steps towards the door. “I've half a mind to go tell Hermione what you're up to right now.”

Crud. I need a new tactic. FAST!

“I know somebody who fancies you,” Ginny said in a sing-song voice.

Parvati turned around and eagerly asked, “Who?”

“I won't tell you unless you promise not to tell Hermione.”

Parvati looked torn for a moment, then she skipped over and sat next to Ginny. “Alright, who is it?”

“Terry Boot.”

Parvati stood up quickly and rolled her eyes. “Oh please, Ginny. You just figured that out? You're more dense than Crabbe and Goyle combined. My sister told me that ages ago. They are in the same house, after all.”

Parvati quickly canceled the charms and left the room, leaving Ginny alone with her thoughts once more.

She'd better not tell that bitch! I can make her life miserable if she does. After all, I do have what happened between her and the Creevey brothers that I can let slip to the school if she does tell.

Though…if she does tell, I'll have to find a new way to ensure that I land Harry. Not that he'll need much help. He just needs that last little shove to ask me back out. I'm not sure what's taking him so long. Maybe he has some strange fear that I'll turn him down.

That's it! If Parvati rats on me, then I can use some Felix Felicis to give Harry that last little push.

Ginny smiled smugly to herself.

There's no way that I'll be sent to Azkaban. I'm daddy's little girl. He'll get me out of trouble if they try to send me to Azkaban. He wouldn't take the word of that jealous little bitch over mine.

She deserved a whole lot more than the slap I gave her down there. If Harry wasn't so fond of her I would have pounded her into a pulp. But no…I would have made him mad if I beat-up his precious Hermione, and I don't want to make him mad which would delay when I could slip him the first dose.

Maybe afterwards I can do it so we can have a passionate make-up shag…

Ginny smiled dreamily for a moment before her anger returned.

He did seem a bit…flirty with that bitch tonight. I wonder what that was all about…I mean, it's not possible that he could fancy her, and if she was giving him a love potion they'd be together already. I'm sure she's doing something unusual to catch his attention. I'd have to read the whole library to find out what though, and there's no way I would have time to do that before they leave Hogwarts in a few weeks.

How can I…remove that bitch from the picture without it seeming too obvious that it was me? I can't kill her or anything like that because that'd get me sent to Azkaban regardless of what my dad would try to do to get me off. Harry on the other hand could kill and get away with it—just like he killed You Know Who.

Come to think of it…he's never told me how he managed to do it. If I'm going to be the wife of The Man Who Triumphed, I'd better know how he defeated You Know Who.

Ginny changed for bed and retired for the evening to dream about how she would capture the heart of The Man Who Triumphed.

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