MMF- Ah you remembered! *glomps* Er- I'm not sure, but the show is still on 12:30 on weeknights. Kikyo is getting worse, I think we need to break out the stick, rock and hamper too.

~*~

Ginny's heart was thumping rapidly. What does he want now? Wasn't before enough? He's already degraded me to the lowest scumb! she thought hotly, letting her hair dip in her ink again.

Forgetting her anger, she let out a squeak, ringing her hair. The ink just clung to it. Ginny let out an exasperated huff. Today was one of the worst days of her life. Draco cleared his throat, reminding her he was there.

"Oh, right... you," Ginny spat with disgust, looking straight in his ghostly eyes.

~*~

Lets pick it up people! You were fab. last time, lets do it again! *roots you all on, handing out cookies*

Nicole

Is anyone offended by Draco's comment? I could change it. I was just looking for something I would be really angry about if a guy said it about me

It all seems very dirty to me now and I don't want to...er...corrupt anyone

- A worried J

Nah, I think it was fine, the kind of thing I imagne Draco saying to really piss off Ron and make Ginny really angry.

C'mon people reply! I can't do another bit so soon!

I'm probably the worst writer on this site, but I guess I can try...

"Umm...Look, Ginny, about earlier..." Draco started.

"What?" Ginny snapped back, "Come to embaress me some more?"

"No, I uh..."

"Never mind, just leave me..." But the thought remained unfinished as Draco suddenly dragged her out of the chair and sealed his lips on hers. He probed her lips with her tongue, but instead of yielding she slapped him. Pulling back he stared at her in shock while holding a hand to his throbbing face.

"I...I...I" she stammered looking quite shocked herself. Then with a look of terror in her eyes she turned on her heels and fled.

“What the arse was she so afraid of?” Draco muttered angrily as he stormed down the darkened halls. His face was still stinging from her slap and Draco no longer had any intention of apologizing to the brat. Kissing her had been a big mistake, but she didn’t have to look so bloody scared.

Striding into the Great Hall he smirked when he saw Ginny look up and then stab at her plate ferociously her face red. Sitting with his back to her Draco refused to acknowledge the angry gaze that she was boring into his head.

She wants to talk, she comes to me, he thought smugly, taking his time to eat every bite.

Who the bloody hell does he think he is!! Just coming in and kissing me like that! Hmph~

If he thinks Im going to apoligize for slapping him he got another thing coming. Stupid arse!!

lmao! do love the choice of words Zilver

The next day wasn't any better for Ginny. She awoke from a horrible nights sleep with aspirations that today would be better. She had managed to doge Ron and Harry in the common room that morning, however, Hermione cornered her in the common demanding that she and Ginny have a 'talk'. However Ginny managed to slipp by stating that she was in a rush to go some 'emergency studing' before breakfast. As soon as Ginny exited the common room she hauled off to the library. When she arrived, she was relived to see that Mrs. Pince had not come in yet. Ginny ventured to the more secluded part of library toward the back, her favorite spot to study and collect herself. She settled down into one of the comfortable plush chairs, and attemped to sort out the choas that had occured in the past few days. Ginny thought she heard someone enter the library, but she didn't give it a second thought, it was probably Pince, and if not surely no one would care care to venture where she is, all the way in the back toward the history section. Ginny had just closed her eyes in a feeble attempt to relax when she heard a book fall behind her...

Whirling around she found herself facing Neville.

"Neville, what are you doing here?" she asked as a rather embaressed Neville picked up the book he had dropped.

"I-um-well, I don't think you should see Draco anymore, and...and if you do, I'm going to have to tell your brother."

"Are you really, Longbottom," interupted a third voice as Draco wandered out from between two bookshelves.

"Y-Y-Yes," Neville mumbled backing up slightly. "You're a bad person, and Ron wouldn't want you near Ginny."

Just then a fourth voice joined the conversation. "Who wouldn't I want near Ginny?" Ron asked as he entered the library. Then seeing who Neville was talking about he hissed in anger, "Malfoy..."

Uh-oh... showdown in the library! haha Round Robin is going great! Keep it up!

Ron' face deepened in colour as if someone had just filled him with boiling water. His furious gaze swept over Draco's cool stance and onto his sister. Ginny gritted her teeth and glared at Neville, who wilted and trembled. It wasn't his fault, Ginny knew that, but did he have to be so bloody stupid and go announcing it in front of Ron. Ron was still fixed intently on her, so she slowly looked at him.

"Ginny." Ron began, his voice oddly strangled, "Is - is this true? You and Malfoy?"

Ginny hesitated, unsure of how to answer. If she said 'No' it would be a lie, but 'Yes' didn't seem a honest answer either. Her contemplation was cut short when Ron emmitted a roar worthy of a dragon and threw himself at Draco. There was a loud thump as the pair hit the floor, fists whirled, ice blonde against fiery auburn.

Neville let out a startled yell and looked at Ginn, hopelessley. Ginny jumped out of her seat, sending the chair toppling. She grabbed her brother's heaving shoulders as he layed punch after punch into Draco. Ron flailed wildly behind him, catching Ginny and pushing her away, she sprawled across the hard, slippery stone floor and hit the bottom of a huge bookcase hard. Ron and Draco were frozen mid-tustle, Ginny noticed blearily their eyes weren't on her, but focused some point far above her head. Suddenly she became aware of an ominous wobble behind her back. She looked up. The bookcase was swaying dangerously, unsettled by her collision. It was speeding down to meet her, thousands of fat, dusty volumes rained around her. Her mouth opened in a silent 'o'.

There was a flash of movement, Neville shoved her hard, sending her flying across the stone slabs and under the table. He leapt after her. There was a deafening CRASH as the bookcase hit the ground. Neville pulled her out from beneath the table. Ginny looked at Draco and Ron who were stood, metres from where the bookcase had landed, staring at her.

Ron's furious red face had faded to a deathly white, he had a black eye, and his jawwas swelling steadily. Draco's face was extremely pale and looked almost translucent, a bubble of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his split lip throbbed. The fight forgotten, they were both staring in horror at Ginny. Ron spoke first,

"Gin - " He began, but Ginny swallowed hard, spun around and strode out of the library.

*jumps in* okay, my muse has been going a little crazy as of late, so I'm going to take a stab at this since I haven't written anything here in a while...

~**~

Ron threw an icy glare at Malfoy and sped out of the library hot on Ginny's heels. "Ginny!" he yelled after her.

Ginny continued walking clutching the book she was holding closer to her chest, tears streaming down her face. She didn't know who or what she was more mad about - Malfoy for being the prat that he was, her brother for sticking his nose where it didn't belong, or Neville for not keeping his big mouth shut. Or maybe it was the fact that she was just almost crushed by a bookcase in the library, or that when Madame Pince came in later on that morning, she would be in a heap of trouble. No, she reminded herself, Draco and Ron will be in trouble. They were fighting - it's their fault.

Before she could reflect on the fact that she had just used Draco's first name in her own thoughts, she felt a hand on her shoulder and she spun around to see Ron, a look caught somewhere between anger and horror on his face. She could see Neville running up the hall after him, Draco walking casually as if he hadn't just had a fight that almost killed her.

"Ginny, are you alright?" Ron asked.

"Fine!" she spat, "Just peachy keen! I was almost killed by a bookcase, you know, nothing to worry about here - thanks by the way Neville, though next time, I would prefer that you keep your mouth shut and mind your own business."

Neville could do nothing but stare. "Too right," Draco mumbled leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Ginny spun to face him. "You can just shut your mouth Malfoy," she hissed and Draco had to take a step back at the pure hatred in her tone. "If you hadn't made that little comment, we wouldn't be in this situation, now would we? No - it would be too much to ask for Draco Malfoy to actually admit to feeling an emotion wouldn't it?"

"Too right," Ron said aloud, mimicking Draco's response before and sending a glare of pure loathing his way.

"And YOU!" Ginny said spinning towards her brother, making Ron step back a step. "You're no better then him!" She said pointing to Draco. She started stalking toward him and Ron was forced to take a step back for every step she took toward him. "You fight with him all the time. Can't you just grow up? He's a prat, we know this already, so why do you let him get to you? And when it comes to me and him doing anything, that's MY business, not yours. I don't need you to defend me and I don't need you to fight my battles for me! Just STAY OUT OF IT!" Ginny stamped her foot, spun around and walked towards the exit of the castle, leaving both Ron and Neville stunned.

Draco, on the other hand, slipped out behind her and followed her to...

~**~

I'm sorry, I just love angry!ginny...

~ Jacy

LMAO! Lovley just Lovley!!

Jacy you have made my day!! The grin on my face is gonna turn permenent soon!

Dont we jsut love fiery Gin's lol.

Gah! This is just really great...

~*~

... The lake outside. It normally offered her comfort, and a place alone to think; though this time if would only offer her annoyance.

Not noticing that she was being followed, Ginny plopped down on a grassy square by the bank, bringing her feet up to her chest. Ugh! How dare they! Why in the bloody hell do any of them thing they have the right to control my life... cocky bastards! she huffed to herself, her honey eyes narrowing into slits.

She chewed on her bottom lip viciously, her hands flexing into fists every now and then. What right does Ron have to over-rule who I chose to snog and who I chose not to? Absolutely none! And Neville! Oi! Where does he come off thinking he knows what's best for me? she silently cursed them, her thought trailing off to verbal spew.

"And Malfoy, that insufferable prick! Why in the bloody hell would he think I liked him? I mean, sure, my knees go weak when I kiss him, but that's no excuse! Perhaps his head is stuck so far up his father's arse he can't see the proper light of day. Mmm, yes, that's it." Just then, Draco cleared his throat from behind her.

"Oh shit, did he just hear me?" she mumbled to herself, turning around, her eyes still shaped like daggers.

~*~

“Yes?”

Draco smiled faintly at the ferocious bite in her voice and Ginny watched as he sat down beside her. She frowned as Draco continued to stare out onto the lake, his features perfectly schooled into that impassive mask.

Self-righteous Git.

Ginny scrambled to stand, fuming that he wouldn’t even apologize but Draco grabbed her hand firmly, but gently. She stared down at him expectantly but he seemed to be content just gripping her hand in silence. Growling Ginny struggled with him.

“Let go Malfoy!”

“I thought you wanted an apology Ginny.”

Ginny stared at him incredulously. “It’s not all what I want Draco. I want you to very damn well mean it too!”

“What am I apologizing for?”

Her mouth opened and shut in disbelief.

“Are you serious?” she asked, her voice dangerously soft. Draco seemed mildly surprised by her reaction and he took his sweet time pondering her question as straightforward as it was.

“Quite.”

He continued hastily to her angry growl. “All I did was kiss you, speak the truth, and what? To get beat up by your brother and you no less.”

He turned his steely gaze on her and Ginny shivered at the near proximity due to her crouched position. Wrenching her hand away she sat crossly onto the ground and resumed her position of hugging her legs.

“Draco, you called me nice piece of pussy,” she hissed, spitting out the word in disgust. Ginny felt a great amount of satisfaction as he winced. “I deserve an apology.”

“But you are-” Draco caught her hand as it swing around to slap him and he stared menacingly into her eyes before softening. He didn’t quite know what to make of the hurt he found residing in those eyes. Draco sighed wearily and released his grip on her hand. Apologizing was taking a lot out of him, especially since Ginny had meant nothing to him more than a good snog and now...

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Really do like that ... thing you have going on Jacy and Kaykos

And now he thought he might be beginning to care about her. Crazy really, a Malfoy and a Weasley, and yet looking into her eyes, he felt a strong urge to protect her from any who would try to harm her, including himself. The time for a desicion had come.

"Look Virginia," he started, "I, I'm sorry for hurting you."

"Yeah right, Draco," she replied wearily. She was sick of this game they played, constantly back and forth between caring and hatred. She wanted it to end.

"I'm serious. I'm a Malfoy, and I always will be. I can't change that, but I don't want to hurt you anymore."

"What does that mean?" she asked. Could this be the end? Suddenly, even though she was still hurting, she realized that she didn't want it to be.

"I know you think I'm nothing more than a prat, and maybe I am one; but there's more to me than that. I'm begining to think of you as more than just a girl, more than just a convenient body..."

"Well thanks for that," she hissed sarcastically, incensed once more. She got up to leave, but Draco grabbed her wrist and gently tugged her back down.

"Look, Virginia, maybe once I thought about using you to hurt the Dream Team, but now I don't think I could do that. I want more than just revenge and a good snog from you. Do you think that it's possible?"

"Oh Draco," she sighed, once more weary. She wanted that very much, but he had done so much to hurt her and her family would it really work? He was waiting for an answer. Finally she decided, "



*I know Draco's a little (well...maybe a lot) OOC, but I figured "Oh, well, he's got to be a little otherwise my crazy brain wouldn't be able to function enough to come up with what happens next...so...oh well"

Well, whatever you do PLEASE DONT MAKE DRACO ALL SAPPY! It would make me want to toss my cookies! haha

*lol* it wasn't quite the directiion I was expecting someone to take mule but it isn't that sappy. It's a round robin, so I expect there'll be lots of fluff and hopefully angst...since I've become obsessed with angst lately...::grin:: So maybe another angst obsessee can try their hand at it?

- J

P.S. Sassychic807, sorry my plot bunnies seem to be quite hopped out for the lemon challenge - I'll probably come up with sth soon.

Good, I'm glad it's not the direction you expected, now I can die happy...or maybe just sleep for more than four hours at a time...mmmm...sleep...

"You shouldn't say anything like that when someone's doped you up on some 'high' spell. Someone might take you seriously," Ginny snapped, pushing away from him. I wish he wouldn't have said that... she thought, her heart aching painfully in her chest.

"What in the name of bloody Merlin are you talking about you great prude? I'm not on a 'high' spell!" Draco rounded, his face scrunched into something laughable. His eyebrows were arched into his high forehead, lost in his blonde bangs.

"You are completely too calm. I would hope after being turned into a ferret you would be mad, but now I see Dumbledore had to have poped you something. It's not humanly possible for anyone to be calm after something like that. Now, if you excuse me, I have sane people to yell at!" she grumbled, stomping off.

Draco stood in the same spot, trying to grasp everything she had said. Maybe it was the lemon drop... Draco thought, tracing back in his memory. Indeed, it had to have been the lemon drop. Damned Dumbledore and his damned candy! he hissed sourly, marching to the castle himself; the lemon drop obviously wearing off.

~*~

Sorry Mule but, I can't stand even a remotely-nice!Draco. Had to do something there, will you forgive me?

J Awe, why thank you. I like angst a bunch myself so how could I not put it in? right?

~Nicole

"Now what?" Ginny thought to herself as she strode angrily through the halls. "I know I like him, but I also know that he can't possibly like me. I'm too much of a goody two-shoes. That's it!" she thought excitedly. "All I have to do to make Draco really like me is stop being so good, and start being a little bit bad..."
Later that afternoon she sought out the one person she knew could help her, Blaise Zabini (A/N we didn't make Blaise a girl already did we? I can't remember, but I like boy!Blaise better, so too bad if we did ).

"What?" he snapped when she tapped on his shoulder, interupting his torment of a Hufflepuff first year. He turned around, and on seeing who it was his whole demeanor change, suddenly seductive he whispered, "Well, hello there, what can I possibly do for you?"

"Well," replied Ginny nervously, "I want to be more bad, and I thought you could help me with that..."

"Of course I can help with that," he cooed as he trailed a finger down her cheek. "But what do I get in return...?

A/N Of course I'll forgive you, that's why I left it before she replied, so someone else could decide to dump him of scoop him up. I'm actually kind of glad she thought he was high...it made my day...anyways...I just love leaving it like this, someone else has to decide what he wants in return...ahh...yeah...gotta go to a birthday party now...when I get back I expect more progress so pick up the pace...:randomly giggles: Bye bye

She wants to be more bad??? *snort* I don't think Ginny should change herself for someone else. That's ridiculous.

Nevertheless I like what's going on in this Round Robin. thinking of doing it for L/J

It's only ridiculous for those who have never thought that the only way they could get someone to like them is by changing into what they know that person likes...

No fighting now or I will turn into a big, mean, scary, and ugly mod! Of course I know that was only a nice exchange of views, just warning before it develops into something

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"What you get in return?" Ginny asked, blinking her wide eyes.What the hell does he want from me? I don't have any money, and I don't have anything valueable... her mind trailed off on it's own. She had tilted her head down in thought, causing him to become very irritated.

"Are you That daft?" he asked, blowing a chocolate curl out from over his eyes.

Ginny chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully. "Well, obviously if I don't understand what you meant you self centered cow. Do you honestly think you're the only person in this- oh sorry... I should be nice if I want something, shouldn't I?" Ginny suddenly calmed down, grinning sheepishly at the older boy. He just rolled his eyes at her and said... "

~*~

No more fighting, I promise. I guess I'm just the only one out there who would willingly change everything about herself if only a guy would notice her...sigh...sorry if Ginny willing to change herself for a guy seems unreasonable to anyone else...anyways...

"Zabini," came a voice from behind them both. Turning they saw Malfoy there with a smirk. "I didn't know you made a habit of associating with Weasels."

"Only the female kind," Blaise retorted.

"You might want to stop wasting your time Blaise, I've got something better to show you." Cocking an eyebrow, Malfoy turned and led the way.

"We'll finish this later," Blaise told Ginny before quickly pulling her in for a hard kiss that bruised her lips. "You know what I want." With that he turned and strode away, leaving Ginny to her own thoughts.

Awww Mule. You don’t need to change yourself! They’ve got to like you for who you are.

I’m not sure what you mean by bad (Attitude? Sex-Goddess? Wanton Red-head? ) but hey I’ll try my hand at it.

Kaykos, lol lemon drops are happy/high charms? *laughs* I never looked at them like that, no wonder he offers him so often…it makes perfect sense when you think about it…

*****

Grimacing as the brunette followed Draco down the hall, Ginny wiped her mouth hastily. The kiss was cold, forced and nothing like the ones she exchanged with Draco. She looked up and glared at Draco who glanced back at her with a speculative look as he spoke him Blaise. He smirked at her before turning back to the boy beside him.

So Blaise wanted her in return? She wasn’t planning on being his convenient snog if that’s what he was planning. Glancing down the hall, Ginny idly wondered what Draco wanted with Blaise. Curiosity getting the better of her she followed, looking around furtively for the Slytherins. They were making their way into an abondoned classroom and Ginny watched as Draco threw his head back and laughed at something Blaise said - he seemed so normal.

Too bad he’s an insensitive prick.

That I’m currently striking deals over, Ginny thought wryly as she stared at the door debating how to eavesdrop.

*****

Gah Sorry that’s all I got It's 2 ammm I'm just trying to make myself sleepy here!

- J

She dug through her pockets hastily, pulling out an extendable ear, smirking evilly in a way not unlike Draco Malfoy himself, she slid one end after the door. Pulling the thead to herear, she listened intently.

"What the hell are you on about Draco?" Blaise's cool voice drawled lazily.

"I've told you." Draco snapped waspishly. There was a lengthy pause, then a frustrated whoosh of air as Draco blew out an irritated breath.

"Okay... Blaise, just try and take this in for once..." He began,

I'm being banned from the internet for a week.Well, not the whole internet, just any sites having to do with HP. My daddy's so mean to me... Before I leave for the week, I thought I'd get y'all out of the fix that nobody seems to want to get ya out of.

"Keep your hands off. I saw her first, and she's mine till I'm finished with her, got it?" he said.

"What an arrogant jerk," Ginny thought, enraged. Before she could think through the consequences, she burst through the door. Draco smirked at her. "You arrogant prick," she seethed. "Well, maybe I'm finished with you, and I've decided to...to...to move on to him." Wildly she thrust a finger in Blaise's direction.

The smirk on Draco's face slowly melted away. Grabbing her roughly by the shoulders, he shook her before yelling, "You're mine, Virginia Weasley, and don't you forget it." He turned to Blaise, "Stay away from her." Then, releasing Ginny, he turned and strode from the room.


Okay, I'm all done for a whole week. What am I gonna do? :starts nervously twitching: Can't stand it, having nervous breakdown...ahhhhhhaha :runs away crying:

Ginny pulled away and started to walk down the dark corridor to the gryffindor tower.
"Going somewhere, Miss Weasley!" screamed draco. ginny proceeded to walk.
"Virginia." he said softly. "I'm so sorry." Ginny stopped, turned around, and stared at him.
"I know draco. i know." Draco simply made his arms go around her waist.
"Thankyou Draco."
"for what?"

Okay, just gonna jump in...

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"For proving that you are a cocky bastard!" She narrowed her eyes in rage and stomped off.

Her anger didn't lower to a simmer, even when she arrived at the Common Room, growling the password to the portrait lady before sitting in a heap near the fire.

"Gin?" A familiar voice said in back of her, and Ginny turned to see Hermione.

Oh, just wonderful, she thought to herself. The Inquisition. "Yes, Hermione?" She said, trying to keep the snippiness from her tone.

"Well..." She cleared her throat, sat down next to her. "I just talked to Ron..."

Ginny sighed in annoyance. Ron, yes, that's who she needed to think about now. Ron, Malfoy, and Neville. Oh, she could just hex them all. How dare they? Oh, and Draco, god, he was so arrogant. Thinking he owned her. It made her so angry. Even if he did sound sincere when he apologized.

She rid herself of the thought. Yeah, right, she tried to convince herself.

"...well, he's really upset about you and Malfoy..."

"Oh, so he just decided to tell everyone?" Ginny asked, her anger boiling.

Hermione's eyes widened and she shook her head with fever. "Oh, no! No, Ginny, he would never! Just me and Harry..."

"Harry knows too!" Oh, this was getting better.

"Ginny, please! He didn't mean anything by it! He just didn't know what to do! He's really sorry... And, I figured you might need someone to talk to..." Hermione tried to explain hastily.

Ginny sighed. Hermione had good intentions, she knew. But, Ron, that imbecile... "Yes, you're right." She murmured. "I'm sorry."

Hermione nibbled on her bottom lip and fiddled with her hands before looking back up to Ginny. "So... Do you want to talk about it?'

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There you go!

~Faith~

He he...goin' great. Ugh, grounded from the entire internet for another week. Grrr...anyways, I'll try and sneak on as often as possible. Looks fantastic though.
-Lona

"Not particually." Ginny snapped, stalking away from Hermione and up into the girls dorms. Hermione stared after her.

Ginny slumped down on her four poster bed and stared up at the ceiling thinking of Draco...Blaise...Neville...Ron...Draco again...Ron...Hermione...Harry...what the heck? Why Harry? Never mind....Ron...Draco...Blaise...Draco...
Ginny sat up, "I really do hate him," she said to herself,
Ginny got up and went down to the common room and sat by the fire and started crying.
Why the heck was her life so confusing? WHY?
"Ginny?" asked a small voice
Ginny turned to be facing Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
Hermione didn't stare directly to Ginny, just at her own feet.
"What?" she choked up,
"I'm sorry Ginny," said Ron hugging her,
Ginny hugged him back and started crying even more.
"Now you," said Hermione grabbing Harry by the collar of his shirt, "Are coming with me," and they walked off somewhere else.
"Ginny, please tell me what's going on..." said Ron slowly,
Ginny took a deep breath.
"We've made out in the charms classroom before, and on the train, then Neville walked in and saw us, and then I ran into your compartment and said I'm sorry, and then today Malfoy said "Your mine" like I was something he owned! And Blaise...I JUST HATE HIM!" said Ginny crying,
Ron held his baby sister close to him.
"Don't worry Ginny, I won't let anything happen to you," said Ron

Well heck...after sitting here and reading every single contribution, I've decided to ... give it a shot. Lol.
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Ginny smiled through her tears, and gave Ron a hug. "Thanks Ron, but I think I'll handle this one myself."

Ron stared at her in open-mouthed surprise. "But, you're crying! You're so mad! You haven't done anything!", he sputtered.

Ginny's smile clouded over. "For once," she snapped, "I would like to be treated like an adult, and not your baby sister. I'll take care of him. You'll see. He thinks he can get away with treating me like a possession? I'll show him!"

Ginny stared off into the distance, smirking faintly, looking so much like Malfoy that Ron scooted off her bed, and stumbled to the door.

"Er..well...if you've got the situation in hand, I'll let you get to it, eh?" he stammered, before scrambling out of her room.

"You own me, do you?" she muttered to herself darkly. "We'll just see about that."

With a growl she left the Gryffindor rooms to find the one person who could help her with her new-found plans. Pansy Parkinson.

She realized that she didn't need Blaise's help in becoming bad. Oh no...after all...her plan revealed something she'd never expected: she already knew how to be bad. "He'll rue the day he finds out how bad I can be," she grinned to herself, heading for the Great Hall.
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*ducks her head shyly* Is this okay?? I've never done a round robin before, but after reading the story, I couldn't resist!

Fantastic. Now I have to go delete all evidence that I was here...

Alright. I've been reading this thread for a while, and I decided I'm going to try to write something. I'll delete it if everyone thinks it's bad, ok? Ok. Here goes...

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Ginny scanned the Great Hall for a sign of Pansy. She tried to keep her chin up and her hands steady to show herself that she was not afraid, not even the slightest bit worried, even though she was. She wasn't so worried that she would stop herself from finding Pansy Parkinson, though. She wasn't a Gryffindor for nothing, after all.

She spotted Pansy at the far end of the Slytherin table and walked over to her, avoiding the few stares that went her way. They weren't stares, really. More like glances. No one paid Ginny Weasley any more attention than they had to, other than her brothers, and occasionally their friends.

And Draco.

That reminded her of her mission to talk to Pansy. She reached where the pug-nosed girl was sitting, alone, and sat down across from her.

"Pansy," Ginny said. "I need to ask you a few things."

Pansy raised her eyebrows at her. "What makes you think I'd answer anything a Gryffindor like you asks me? And a Weasley, at that."

Ginny would have scowled, but didn't since she was trying to get on Pansy's good side. She settled for a forced smile.

"It's about Draco," Ginny said.

Pansy nearly stood up at the mention of Draco. "What do you have to do with him?"

Ginny smirked. "I hear you know a few things about him? What he likes? What he doesn't?"

Pansy stuck up her nose. "Maybe I do."

"Great," Ginny said. "Then you can help."

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Well, there's my go at it. If you hate it, tell me. If not, expect me to write more sometime in the near future...

-Tari

Pansy's cold eyes glittered superiorily at Ginny.
"What on earth gave you the impression I'd help you," she snarled, wrinkling her pug like nose. Ginny drew in a deep breath.

"Well - I just thought you might be nice enough to, obviously I was wrong, maybe I could ask... oh I don't know... your cousin," Ginny said, a smirk spreading across her face as she watched Pansy pale in horror.

"Whats she going on about Pans? You haven't any cousins." A pretty girl with dark hair said, who was sitting to the side of Pansy and looking haughtily at Ginny. Pansy swallowed hard, red patches now appearing on her pale cheeks.

"Uh - no... no, I don't - shut up Mary." She said absently waving a hand at the brunette. "You -" Pansy said, looking at Ginny, "Meet me in the library at nine,"

Ginny grinned broadly,

"Alright!" She agreed chirpily, she stood up and flipped her red curls over her shoulder. She flashed a withering look at Mary, the brunette and walked proudly out of the hall, her head held high.

"So what do you want, Weasley?" grumbled Pansy, trying her best to scrunch up into her chair, so nobody in the library would see her talking to a Gryffindor. And a Weasley at that. "I can--"

"Uh uh uh," sang Ginny. "You forget Parkinson, I know about your cousin. You know which one I'm talking about, don't you? The one who loves muggles, and on rare occasions thinks he's the very last chicken on Earth? Judging by your stunning new facial expressions, I'd say that's a yes. Well, how 'bout we make a deal. You give me what I want, and I'll make sure that certain pictures and rumours are NOT spread throughout Hogwarts. How's that?"

Pansy glared at the little redhead, wishing that she could perform wandless magic and zap Ginny into oblivion.

"You should've been a Slytherin," she grumbled.

"That's the spirit!" cried an undeterred Ginny. "Now. Listen very very carefully, because I don't like repeating myself. Understood?"

Pansy nodded mutely, a grudging respect blooming in her pug-like eyes.

"You like Draco. Very very much. So much, in fact, that I wager you have pictures of him. Actually, I'm willing to bet that 99% of those pictures, Draco doesn't know about. So. You get me a couple embarrassing pictures of Ferret-boy, and I'll keep my mouth shut about the ... er ... different side of the Parkinson family."

Pansy bolted to her feet, mouth opening and closing like a gasping fish, eyes wide as saucers.

"You-you're nuts! He'd kill me! I can't do that! Not even to keep you quiet about Cousin Putnam!"

Ginny stared at the ranting Pansy quietly, waiting for the girl to calm down before she spoke again.

"Then how about a little reward? For doing a good job? An added bonus if you will."

Pansy stopped breathing heavily, and regarded Ginny with narrowed eyes.

"What're you talkin' about?" she demanded.

"Hmm...Draco...alone...in a locked classroom? All to yourself?"

Once again, Pansy's jaw dropped.

"DEAL!" she squealed.
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Ginny walked down the hallway, headed to Gryffindor, laughing silently to herself. Her plan was underway, and working out beautifully. She stopped suddenly, and stared off into the distance, a mischievous smile on her face, picturing Draco's expression when he found out what would happen. Snapping out of her reverie, she grinned and continued walking.

All of a sudden, she burst out into fits of hilarious giggles.

Who the heck calls their kid PUTNAM!?!? No wonder the poor dolt fancies himself a chicken. Who wouldn't??
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Well, that's that. I couldn't resist. ARGH!! It's like an addiction!!! *runs off screaming into the night*

Ginny's mischevious smile hadn't wanned one bit as she stepped into the common room. If anything, it had grown wider with the anticipation. Oh, things were working out so well...

She felt a small giggle burst from her. Breathing in the familiar aroma in the air, she brightened and her smile grew still as she spotted the blonde haired figure near the window, leaning over a portfolio of something Ginny assumed was photographs.

Colin Creevey had grown at least a foot over the summer, finally finding manhood. So when Ginny happily (almost skipping) walked over to him and said a bright, "Hello, Colin. Just the person I was looking for.", Colin's voice was deep as he replied.

"Hi, Ginny!" He said, smiling goofily as usual. No one really bothered with him, so he was always willing to help out others and talk whenever they approached him. Ginny was one person who spoke to Colin whenever she could, politely, at least. He was just so darn nice.

Ginny slid into a seat next to him. "How are you?"

"Oh, great!" He said enthusiastically. "I just made these in the dark room!" He showed her a few pictures of the recent qudditch game, players zooming about. She had to say he had a talent.

"Wow, these are wonderful!" She looked back up at him and smiled, feeling like she was a little girl doing something she wasn't supposed to. "Actually, I was wondering if you could help me, Colin."

He smiled wider. "Of course! What did you need?"

"I need you to help me with something..." She shifted in her seat to stare him in the eyes. "I know I can trust you, Colin. So you know that you can't tell anyone about this." He nodded in understanding and his face took on a serious expression. "It's an itty-bitty favor." She began to explain. "I will be receieving certain..." She snorted in amusement. "...pictures soon, and I need you to help me make a collage of them-" She smiled devillishly. "-And enough copies to serve all of Hogwarts with their morning meals."

Colin's eyes widened. "May I ask who?"

Ginny's smile grew. Colin would have to help her after this. "Draco Malfoy."

His eyes widened further, along with his eyebrows lifting into his hair. After a moment of shock, he broke into an equally devil-like smile. "I think that I would be more than happy to assisst you, Ginny."

Oh, things were working out just so wonderful...



Pansy Parkinson looked just about ready to jump out of her skin when she arrived to the deserted classroom to meet Ginny.

She hastily shoved the photographs, tucked away safely in her bag, in Ginny's arms and snapped, "There. Remember our deal." She whispered.

Ginny thought it was quite funny. Pansy was whispering for no reason at all, except for her own paranoia.

Ginny held back a laugh and set her face serious as Pansy shed her robes, revealing a green dress (hideous really). "When will he be here?" She whispered again.

Ginny cleared her throat to stop another laugh from rising up. Did she really think to seduce Draco in that? Obviously, she must've been momentarily blind when buying it. Besides, the only person Ginny could recall being mildly attractive to Draco was herself. And she liked it that way, no matter how much she didn't want to.

"About thirty minutes." She answered, put the contraband in her bag and headed to the door.

She snickered thinking of the look of pure horror on Draco's face when he realized it wasn't her who invited him here. Oh, the wit of her lately!

She opened the door and headed to the common room again, smiling with a strange glint in her eyes, ready to stir up some trouble for Ferret Face.

She turned the corner, just about ready to whistle a joyful tune, and collided into somebody. Hands grabbed her, catching her from falling.

And when she looked up to see her savior, the whistle died a horrible death on her lips.

"Draco," Ginny said in a half whisper.

"Ginny," he said, smirking.

"Wha-what are you doing here?" she asked, trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice.

"You invited me here, did you not?" Draco said as he righted her so she was standing just a few feet away from him.

"I-"

"Or perhaps it was someone else," Draco said thoughtfully. "After all, you wouldn't invite me here to snog someone else, would you? No, Ginny Weasley would never do something like that" He took two steps cloer to her and smirked again. She could feel his breath on her face and she was halfway between snogging him senseless and slapping that damned smirk off his pretty little face.

"I don't know what you're taking about," Ginny said, glad that her voice sounded confident.

"Oh?" he said, taking another step and causing her to step back so that she was up against the cold, stone wall. "You have no idea?"

"None," Ginny said, and swallowed. "It must have been someone else who you mistook for me. I'm sure someone can imitate my handwriting, it can't be hard. Why would I want you here, anyway?"

Draco looked at her hard, but then his look softened. Slightly. Then again, it might have been a trick of the light. Maybe it didn't soften at all.

"Why don't you go in that room right there and have a good snog with whoever's there waiting for you," Ginny said, trying to push him away.

But Draco wasn't about to be pushed away. He closed whatever space was between them in a flash, used both his hands to tilt her head towards his, and kissed her. Hard.

If there was any room for Ginny t stumble back, she would have. Instead, she hit her head on the wall because of all the force he was using to kiss her. He moved his hand behind her head, maybe to stop her from hitting the wall again, she didn't know. Ginny closed her eyes for a moment and tried to force herself to push him away. Sor some reason, she couldn't.

'This is Draco Malfoy,' she told herself. 'You hate him, remember? He's awful to you. Push him back and slap him.'

But instead of listening to her brain, she put her arms around his neck, pulling him closer (if that was possible). He made a sound that seemed to come from deep inside his throat - almost like a growl. Ginny opened her mouth for him and let him come in. She moaned as his tounge slipped into her mouth, and she pushed her tounge back at his, trying to taste him.

Draco moved his tounge out of her mouth and began on her ear. He kissed and nibbled at her ear, nearly causing Ginny to faint. He moved along her neck, each kiss better than the one before it, causing fire to spread out all over her body from wherever he touched her. Ginny tilted her head back to give him better access, her eyes fluttering open every once in a while to catch a glimpse of him.

Just as Draco had begun planting firery kisses along her jaw, Ginny became vaguely aware of a door being opened and slammed shut. Suddenly Draco was yanked away, and Ginny let out an upset moan in spite of herself.

"What," a thin and angry voice said, just loud enough for Ginny and Draco to hear. "the hell are you doing?"

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hehe...that was fun. Snogs are fun. Draco/Ginny snogs are extra fun.

-Tari

Ginny jumped back guiltily, staring into Pansy's now bright pink face.

"We had a deal, Weasley!" she shrieked, pointing an accusing finger at the entwined couple.

Ginny flushed red, while Draco simply rolled his eyes and smirked. Then Ginny's brain went into overdrive, and she realized that she could still salvage the situation.

"Why Pansy, I was just warming him up for you. That's all. Here ya go!" she replied cheerfully, shoving a surprised Malfoy into Pansy's arms.

The look on his face was purely comical, eyes wide with terror and mouth open in a silent scream. Pansy latched on like a leech, screeching into Draco's ear and for the world to hear.

"Thank you Weasley! Thanks! Come Drakie-poo! I'll show you just how much I really love you!"

She dragged him back into the classroom, howling the entire way. Ginny, stopping her laughing fit enough to magically lock the classroom door, walked off, holding her stomach, and eager to see those pictures that Pansy had given her.

Damn! I should've brought a camera and taken a picture of this too!
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Let's let somebody else deal with Malfoy and Parkinson, eh? Lol...MUAHAHAH...

Hilarious! Very funny! On to the next...

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If it was a normal thing that people just (for no reason what-so-ever) break out laughing in corridors, it would be overlooked that Ginny was doing the same thing. However, it wasn't normal, and people did give her odd glances when she did.

Not that she cared or anything. It was just that the look of pure terror and undescribable horror on Draco's face was an image her mind was wont to conjure about frequently. Hilarious, really.

Laughter erupted from her tightly pursed lips, and two Ravenclaw first years looked at her quizzically. She sped up towards the Gryffindor common room. But (annoyingly so), when she wasn't remembering what torture she had just subjected Draco to, she was remembering the amazing, awe-inspiring (pick your favorite Muggle SAT word) kiss.

That automatically put her in a agitated-slash-left unsatisfied mood, which she did not like. So, instead, she made sure to remember previous said memory as often as possible.

She nearly broke out into a fit of giggles when she found Colin in the exact same spot she had found him earlier, she was so apt to tell someone. Practically skipping (yet again), she plopped next to Colin and chanced a glance around (common room was almost deserted save a few), then reached into her bag to reveal the pictures.

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All the time I have for. Oh, and the SAT statement is from Roswell, minus 'Muggle', of course. Hope someone can think of something truly mortifying for poor Draco!

~Faith~

Well this is my pitiful attempt... I can't think of anything embarassing for Draco... so i will try a short Pansy/ Draco Scene

Pansy dragged a struggling Draco into the classroom. Draco tried to disentangle himself from Pansy but the girl was like a leech.Weasley is going to PAY for this Draco thought. Getting sick of trying to wrench himself away from Pansy he stopped moving.

Pansy interpreted this lack of movement as his acquisence and made another attmpt to attach herself to Draco's sensous lips. Draco started to kiss Pansy back to distract her from his movements. She never saw Draco reach into his robes and pull out his wand (mind out of the gutter...) She only heard the words "Expelliarmus" . When she woke up she found herself bound to the wall in metal chains and saw Draco " So nice of you to wake up Parkinson"

"Drakie" she cried, "I didn't know you were into bondage if you had only told me I would have done this initially". Draco shuddered. His immediate thought was to shatter Pansy's illusions but thought better of it. " Pansy, Darling,"he cajoled "What was this exchange you mentioned to Weasley". Pansy's eyes widened and she immediately averted her gaze. Draco dragged her face back to his mercurial gray eyes were now molten rage almos bubbling from them . "Parkinson... this is no joking matter. By now you should know that I would gladly inflict insurmountable pain on you and I don't need to use the unforgivables top do so. Now... WHAT... WAS... YOUR... DEAL... WITH... WEASLEY"

" DRAKIE" Pany cried, "She threatened to tell the school about my cousin and she promised to lock you in a room...."

"Quit your snivelling woman and tell me whatwas exchanged" Draco said icily.
"IgavehersomecandidpicturesofyouthatItookwithoutyourknowledge" Pasny replied in one breath.

"You WHAT?????". Draco said "You will pay for this insubordination Parkinson I assure you and Furthermore I wouild like you to note that I Despise you and if you are ever alone with me I might just Kill you ." He then turned and pointed his wand at the door and muttered "Alohomora" and the door opened. He then turned and strode out of the room, his robes billowing about him as the torchlight in the hallways cast erie shadows accross his face.
Weasley is going to pay for this he thought to himself and began to smirk deviously as a plan began to formulate in his mind

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Well what do you think? Duck's tomatoes ... I apologize if i ruined this thread

Draco was seething. The nerve of that girl! Who did she think she was, anyway? She's a bloody, no-account, goody-two-shoes Gryffindor. She had no right to do whatever she was planning on doing to him.

He told himself not to be worried. This was a Gryffindor he was talking about, after all. And Gryffindors are crap at cunning plans. He was sure that Ginny was going to attempt to blackmail him and then (once he had a word with her) bend to his will and surrender herself to him. What was the worst she could do with those pictures, anyway?

The thought of a wall sized picture of him in the loo posted up in the Great Hall and all the house common rooms came to mind.

Okay, so maybe there was a little to be worried about.

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I know it's not much, but I have to go to camp now. Volleyball! Gotta love it!

-Tari

Draco awoke the next day to a raging headache. His sleep had been littered with red-haired Ginny Weasleys brandishing cameras, and Pansies with leeches for faces. Needless to say, Draco had NOT had a good night's rest. Thus, he was not his usual cheerful self (yeah, right.).

Hauling himself out of bed with a groan, he looked around the rooms, to see that everyone else had already gone.

"Stupid prats didn't even wake me," he growled to himself, running a hand through his hair and stumbling to the bathrooms. After a quick shower, he changed into his clothes and robes, and headed for the Great Hall. With growing apprehension (though he'd never admit it), Draco slowed as he neared the large doors, reluctant to see what Ginny had concocted as revenge on him.

"She's just a Gryffindor Weasley," he reminded himself. "What's the worst she can do?"

And with a deep breath, he plastered his trademark smirk on his face, and swept into the Hall, to be faced with......

Nothing. Not one bloody thing. Everyone continued to do what they were doing before, save for a scared glance or a glare in his direction. Draco could feel the tension leaving his body, and his smirk growing.

"I knew she couldn't do anything," he thought. "Bravery, perhaps, but no brains to speak of."

With a swagger, he set off towards the Slytherin tables, passing Ginny and her Gryffindor friends without a glance. So he didn't see the calculating grin that Ginny flashed his way.

"Let's see if we can burst his bubble," she smirked to Colin, who was sitting beside her and rubbing his hands eagerly.

"I can't wait!" he gloated excitedly. "I hope that new formula charm I used worked! Oh, I can't wait to see the look on his face!"

Neither could Ginny. With eager anticipation, she scarfed down her breakfast, keeping an eye on Draco, and the windows through which the morning owls would bring the post. At precisely half past nine (Okay, I don't know when the owls come, let's just pick this time!), there was a flurry of wings, and a single owl flew in through the window. It landed at Draco's plate, and stuck out a feathered leg, to which a single sheet of parchment was attached.

Draco stopped talking, and stared at the bird, before risking a glance at the Weaslette. She was talking to Colin as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. Shrugging, he took the proffered parchment, and the owl flew away. Opening the sheet, he read the few words scrawled there.

Hope you find what you're looking for.

With confusion he stared at the words, until they started to melt away. The parchment expanded, until it was the width and height of Goyle. By now, the entire Slytherin table was staring at the parchment in confusion, wondering what was going on.

Without warning, a picture bloomed on the front, and all of a sudden, the words made sense.

There was Draco, standing in front of a mirror, peering into his boxers with a satisfied smirk. With a sinking feeling, Draco remembered that he'd been compiling a list of things that made him better than Harry, and that had been one of the points. But of course, he couldn't explain that to the now-laughing Slytherin table.

Flushing a bright pink, Draco grabbed the picture, and ripped it. And to his horror, instead of ripping apart, it multiplied. Into thousands of copies, which flew every which way, to every single student in the Great Hall. There was a hushed silence, and then the walls shook uncontrollably, as every single occupant roared with laughter.

Glancing at the Gryffindor table, Draco saw Ginny smirk and point at the picture still in his hand. Scowling at her with rage, he glanced down, and felt his face drain of all colour.

There, on the paper, was a figurative slide show of embarrassing photos, each replete with clever captions such as "Peekaboo, we see you!" and "The side of Draco you wish you didn't know!"

With a curse, he stormed out of the Great Hall, accompanied by the laughter of every single student in the school. He glanced once at Ginny, and continued on as if he didn't know her.

As Draco hurried out, Ginny watched him, hoping he'd look at her so she'd gloat some more. But when he did, it was like a bucket of ice water had splashed on her, dousing her glee. Because she hadn't seen anger and promises of revenge in those steel-grey eyes of his.

She'd seen humiliation and betrayal. And she couldn't help but feel guilty.
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Meh. I got carried away. And I'm not sure I like how I finished it up. Ah well...somebody else's turn! YAY!

Draco Malfoy was unexcusably horrible and deserved what he got.

Ginny Weasley had decided so by the end of the day, and was completely set on believing every word. Only she didn't. Damn him.

And damn her. What she'd done was wrong. She was the horrible person. It didn't matter one bit he was mean and rude and obnoxious and delighted in causing others pain-

No, wait. He did deserve what he got. And she deserved every bit of punishment she got, too. Only the only punishment she did get was her own guilty conscious and quite a few wounded looks from a certain blonde Slytherin all day.

And boy did just those two things punish her.

She was not liking how Draco was reacting. He was supposed to be mad. He was supposed to yell and scream at her, and then plot sweet revenge. That's what Draco Malfoy would do.

So why the hell was he looking at her like he just lost his best friend? Like he was disappointed in her? And for goodness sake, why the hell was she sitting in the damn library fretting underneath his gaze when she could be in the common room?!

Oh yes, she reminded herself. Does the words guilty consciense ring any bells?

She just (a little, she swore) wanted to see if he was alright.

She didn't care, though. Not at all. Draco Malfoy was unexcusably horrible and deserved what he got.

Exactly. She was completely sticking to that belief. Completely. Totally.

So what was she doing getting up and walking over to him, words of apology on her lips?

oooh!! i hope somebody writes more soon!! i want it to continue!!! GRARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (it's too early for me to write again. poop)

Me too!! Someone post something, pleeeeeease!

~Faith~

PG-13 due to swearing - I dno the ages in here

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“Piss off Weasley.”

Ginny’s steps faltered and she found herself standing nervously, wringing her hands. Draco didn’t even turn to look at her as he stood in front of the notice board. There was nothing interesting on it, she knew, not since Umbridge had left the school. She ran her hand through her hair but hardened her resolve as Draco whirled around to glare at her menacingly. She found she couldn’t meet his eyes but she could feel them burning into her.

“Nice picture Malfoy. You must have had bludger up your arse to look that constipated.”

The jeering laughs faded as the group of Gryffindors made their way into the Great Hall. Wincing, Ginny finally looked up into Draco’s eyes and swallowed harshly at his look. Gods, he hated her. His eyes burnt into hers and he curled his lip in disgust as she recoiled. The icy demeanour was only betrayed by the hate that flared in his eyes.

“Weasley, I don’t know how many times I have to say this to get it through your pathetic skull. Piss off!”

Glaring Ginny lifted her chin defiantly. “I just want to apologize Draco!”

Draco advanced towards her quickly and she shut her eyes tightly, expecting to be hit.

“What is it you don’t understand Weasley?” Ginny sucked in a breath and tried to step away but Draco gripped her arms painfully. His voice was dangerously soft and his hot breath blew across her face as he spoke. Ginny shivered at the chilly iciness that seemed to emanate from his body. “I don’t give a fecking damn about your useless apologies. I don’t give a f-ck if you died for that matter.”

With that Draco shoved her away and Ginny stumbled before regaining her balance. She rubbed her arms and winced as the tender flesh throbbed from its abuse. Whipping her head up with fury and Ginny stared resentfully at Draco. He smirked at her smugly, his hands in his pockets. To his surprise Ginny flung herself at him and pushed him hard towards the wall. Draco’s head bounced off the stone like a rag doll’s as he stared incredulously at her.

“What are you so pissed about Weasley! You’re not the one who has to live with people taunting you every bloody minute!” Draco said bitterly.

“I tried to apologize but you’re still an arrogant prick. You still act like a complete jerk and I’m tired of it!”

“Then you really should have thought about what you were doing before you stupid bint!” He growled. Draco looked furious that she was accusing him of being in the wrong.

“You are acting like you own me! Like I’m your little whore that you can have fun with.” Choking back an angry sob, Ginny straightened up and lifted her chin defiantly. “Well I’m not, and I’m sorry what I did, but I was angry and-”

“Shut up Weasley,” Draco snarled, “I can’t believe you’re putting this on me, blaming me. Just stay the f-ck away from me.”

Ginny swiped angrily at the pitiful tears that trickled out involuntarily.

“Draco wait!”

"Why should i wait! I was just going to tell you i was sorry that day in the great hall and then you just had to do that to me! well fine, i don't care anymore. the truth is, i love you! i love you virginia weasley, and i can't hide it forever!" draco finished.
Ginny looked guilty and clueless at the same time.
"I'm sorry draco. I'm sorry." she said, tears spilling out onto her robes.
"Hey." Draco said."Ginny. Are you okay?" he took her shoulders from behind in his arms, and for once.. she didn't pull away.
"Oh, draco. i love you so much. And i f- feel so g- guilty about it. I never meant to hurt you i just-" she couldn't finish. She let draco hold her in his arms, her tears trickled down onto his robes.
"Ginny, promise me that something like this will never happen between us again. Blackmailing eachother and bloody doin all that stuff. I'm the one who should be sorry." he said, stroking her hair.