~*~

            It all started as a bit of a game.  Well, a "bit" of a game would be a gross understatement.  It was more one of those games that once you start playing it, you get pulled in and everything you think about revolves around this aforementioned game.  And then things begin to change.  Things begin to change in your life.  They change because of this game.  And it wasn't even that intelligent of a game.

            Ginny Weasley and her dear friend Colin Creevey had been in their sixth year when it all happened.  It might have begun the year before if it had not been for the excessive studying for OWLs, so instead it was their sixth year.  The year that was supposedly one of the longest because the routine of school was so over done at that point and nothing ever really happens in your sixth.  Nothing that the school causes to happen anyways.

            Colin had started it.  He really had, though he will tell you otherwise if you ever ask him.  He and Ginny had just been sitting out by the lake underneath a tree that they often sat under, staring out at the lake, talking about various things that came to mind.  They often did this.  They were best friends after all.

            "You know, it's funny," Colin said after a few moments of silence.  Ginny, who was laying on her back, staring at the branches above her, raised her head and looked at the sandy blonde haired boy questioningly.  "You've dated so many guys and yet you still can't start a conversation with someone you don't know."

            "So?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him.  "It's not like you're any better, Creevey.  You went from begging Harry to take his picture to running in the other direction when ever you see him.  And I know that you're not a homophobe so that theory won't work."  She paused.  "And it's not like you talk to anyone but me and Dennis."

            "That's not true!" the blonde said angrily.  "I talk to some of the people in my Herbology class."  Ginny raised her eyebrow.  Colin shifted in his seat.  "Ok, so maybe only if they talk to me first."  He shifted some more.  "Which is almost never."

            Ginny grinned slightly.  "See?  You're not Mister Perfect either," Ginny said in her "reasonable" voice.  Or at least that was what Colin thought it was.  Though to most other people it would probably seem like an arrogant voice.  Not unlike Hermione's Know-It-All voice.  But then they didn't know Ginny quite as well as he did.  "And besides, why would I want to talk to people I don't know when I have all the friends I need?"

            Colin fell silent and Ginny sat up and looked at him.  To her the boy was a very curious creature.  Well not so much curious as geeky, because his personality was one of the most far off ones she had ever encountered.  Well, besides Luna Lovegood that is.  But besides her, Colin was quite peculiar which was probably why she enjoyed his company so much.  He was so different from any of the "normal" people she had ever met.  And she liked knowing people that weren't the same as everyone else.  People that didn't conform.  People that were not scared to be their own person.  For in the end it was a sign of a strong individual.

            And the lanky, awkward boy was definitely a strong individual.  And an artist to boot.  He knew what he liked and he knew what he didn't.  And he wasn't afraid to stand up for himself, even though he didn't talk to anyone if he didn't need to. Not that she was much better.  She had no problem sitting quietly in a class when she didn't know anyone.  It was a simple process really.  If they did not want to talk to her, why should she want to talk to them?  And there were plenty of people who did talk to her, mind you.  How else do you think she bagged all those boyfriends over the years?

            "But I've been thinking," Colin said quietly, drawing Ginny's attention back to him. 

            "About what?" she asked, looking at her friend in question.

            "We'll, I think I know a way that can solve our anti-social behavior."

            Ginny raised an eyebrow once more.  "Really?  And how do you suggest we do that?"

            Colin looked up at her then with his green-blue eyes, and there was something in them.  Something that always made Ginny feel a thrill that something was about to happen.  It was the same sort of thrill she got when she was around the twins.  It was a thrill that told her things were going to get interesting.  Get mischievous.  She repressed a grin of anticipation.

            Perhaps that was why she enjoyed Colin's company so much.  The boy reminded her so much of the twins at times.  The only brothers of hers that did not baby her like the rest of her family had a nasty habit of doing.  That had seen her ability to stand on her own.  Her ability to cause a hell of a lot of trouble if she wanted.  Though she usually did it subtly, unlike the two of them and their bog in the hallway.  A marvelous piece of trouble that was. 

            "Well," Colin began, sitting up a little straighter and starting to look a little more excited.  Apparently he had seen the interest in her eyes.  "You remember the Tri Wizard Tournament?" he asked, and the red head before him nodded.  "Well, I've been thinking of a way that would make us get to know more people.  To be forced to talk to people.  But I couldn't think of a way to figure out who we would have to talk to."
            "This is rather sad if this is what you have in mind, Colin," Ginny sighed, the interest dimming slightly out of her eyes.  "To just talk to random people?"

            Colin stared at her and resisted the urge to frown.  Sure girl could be easily riled up if you hit the right buttons but she also seemed to get out of interest very quickly.  Especially as of late.  Perhaps that was why he was pushing this. She needed something new to happen in her life.  And so did he.

            "No, not like that," he said, now indeed frowning at her.  "And it would have been like that if I hadn't though of something better."  He paused for what he thought would be dramatic effect.  Ginny just stared at him.  "We create a Goblet of Fire and put a list of all the names of every student in the school."  The spark in Ginny's eyes returned slightly.  "And then whomever's name flew out of there we would be assured that there was a reason that we were to talk to them.  Because that is how those things work."

            "But how will we get one?" she asked, her face beginning to twist into that mischievous way.  It made her look even cuter than she already did.

            Colin had no doubt as to why the girl was so sought after by the male population of the school.  The girl was drop-dead gorgeous.  She really was.  Slim, curvy figure. Long legs.  Silky long red hair that curled on the ends.  And she had those freckles on her face that just made her stand out so much.  Colin would have asked her out himself, but they had been friends for too long.  He knew far too many things about her that it would be beyond awkward.  Way beyond awkward.  Besides, he liked her better as a friend anyways.

            "You're doubtfulness wounds me, Weasley," he said with a mock wounded voice.  He grabbed his bag that was sitting behind him and pulled a goblet from it.  "I took this from the Great Hall last night," he said proudly, offering her the golden drinking glass.  He always had thought they looked tacky.  "And," he started, reaching into his book once more and pulled out a large book.  "Here is a charm book that tells us how to turn an ordinary goblet into a Goblet of Fire."  Ginny was grinning now.  "Only problem is I am horrid at Charms."

            "I suppose that is where I come in then, is it?" Ginny asked, her grin spreading.  She wasn't top of her Charms class for no reason you know.  It was the one thing that she felt that she was very good at.  Well, Chasing aside of course. 

            Colin nodded, grinning himself now, knowing that he had got her.  He had caught her interest and now his plan would not fail.  It would not fail because Ginny Weasley was on the case.  And Ginny Weasley never let anything die once she set her mind to it.

            You know, I think I was understating how much Colin was involved in the commencement of this little game.  He was the sole creator.  Ginny just helped it to mutate.

~*~

            Ginny made her way up to the Gryffindor Tower alone about two hours later.  This was the routine.  Everyday after classes and dinner at about six o'clock Ginny would go back alone while Colin would go off to the West Wing of the school to work on his photography.  He had his own dark room and everything.  It's amazing what the professors would do for the artists of the school.  Even Dean Thomas had his own studio.  Ginny had enjoyed hanging out in there, and still visited every now and then.  It just had so much fun stuff in it.  But she did not enjoy visiting Colin in his studio.  What the boy took pictures of gave her the creeps on a good day.  The rest of the time, well...

            Her bag was clanking a touch more loudly than before.  There was now an authentic rip of a Goblet of Fire nestled inside of it.  It really had been no problem for her to charm the goblet, but something had gone slightly awry.  There had still been remnants of Colin's pumpkin juice inside of it and now instead of a rich, blue flame, it was orange.  And smelt oddly of pumpkins.  But other than that little mishap, it was perfectly fine.  Now all she had to do was get the list.

            Fred and George had given it to her before she came to school for her fifth year.  They had nicked it from Dumbledore back in their second year.  She still couldn't quite believe that they had given it to her rather than the Dream Team, but it was in her possession now nonetheless. 

            "We are leaving this in your possession," Fred had said, showing her a rolled up, well read parchment.

            "What is it?" Ginny had asked, looking curiously at the parchment and wondering why they would give it to her.

            "A list of everyone in the school," George had explained.

            "A self updating list of everyone in the school," Fred had added.

            "We used to use it for Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.  But we don't need it anymore as our establishment has grown beyond those simple walls."  Both twins looked reminiscent and Ginny had smiled.

            "But we're giving it to you now, Gin," Fred had repeated.

            "We know you will find something to do with it that will make us proud," George had elaborated.

            "Something that's interesting."

            "Something devious."

            Yet that year she had not been able to think of anything to do with a list of names.  What really could she do?  But now.  Oh now she had a great use for it.  Thanking the twins and all their psychotic mischief, she skipped up the last few steps to the Portrait Hole, ignoring the odd looks she received from the third years that were just entering.  She slipped in with them and looked around.  Spotting her destination she headed over to her usual spot.

            "Hey Harry," she said happily, settling her rear end into a squishy armchair beside the fire.

            "Hey Ginny," he replied back, looking up from the book in his hands and smiling at her.  She grinned back.

            This was their routine.  When Colin would go off to his studio and Hermione and Ron would go off to snog, the two leftovers would sit together and talk about what ever they really wanted.  And Ginny thought it was absolutely great.  She didn't feel threatened by Harry in any way.  And she certainly didn't blush when he spoke to her.  That certainly wouldn't work.  For one she had gotten over him in her third year when she realized it would never happen.  For another he was gay.

            Well, he had never actually come out and told her this, but she could read the signs.  She could tell by the way he moved his hands so much.  And in the way he walked.  The way he talked.  Actually, it was pretty much everything about him.  That and the fact that he had yet to find any girl, even though they were throwing themselves, and their knickers, at him from all sides.  Not to mention from above and bellow.  She just figured that he felt he would make their relationship awkward if he brought something like that out into the open.  So she just sat there, waiting for him to trust her enough, not telling anyone.  Well, she did tell Colin, but then he wasn't just anyone.

            "What were you reading?" she asked, looking at the book as it did its disappearing act. 

            Harry made a disgusted noise.  "Potions derived from Sea Based Life Forms," Harry hissed in a mocking voice that made Ginny giggle.  "You're going to hate potions next year," he said darkly, glaring at the book that was now in his bag.  "Snape gets even worse.  He's like a damn dictator."  He changed his voice again, "Read this and that, but under no circumstances are you to read those.  Write your notes in this format, I will be checking them.  Don't wear your shirt like that, you'll catch on fire and then I will have to put you out.  Wipe your ass from front to back." 

            Ginny burst into another fit of giggles that simply warmed Harry's heart.  He still couldn't quite believe that he had never seen her for what she was before.  A charming young woman who actually found him funny, unlike all the others that were always using those annoyingly fake laughs when he made a joke.  That and she was beautiful.  To say the least, Harry had fallen head over heels for the girl.

            Yet he had yet to say anything.  He just couldn't figure out how.  Whenever he tried it just wouldn't work and he would just sound daft.  So he had given up his earlier attempts and was now biding his time until the right moment arose.  But until then he was quite content to be around her every evening, listen to her ramble on, scrunching her face in that cute way and giggle at what he had to say.  Yes, he could definitely stand this until he could have more.

            "Oh come on, it's not that bad," she cooed at him, still grinning.  "It's your last year.  Then you can become an Auror and torment him for the rest of his life."

            "Sadly it doesn't work that way," Harry said darkly, glaring at her.  "There are rules and regulations about all that."

            "Ooh, Harry's been doing his homework," she said sweetly.  "I'm impressed."

            "You should be," he said simply, trying to look stern, but not quite pulling it off.  He felt he could never be angry at her.  There was nothing she could do to him that would push him over the edge.  Other people could.  Easily.  But not her.

            They lapsed into silence for a bit then his red headed eye candy spoke up: "Harry, do you think I am anti-social?"

            "Where did that come from?" he asked her in relative surprise. 

            "I don't know," she said, looking down at her hands.  "But do you think I am?"

            Harry looked at her.  Well he wouldn't exactly call her a hermit, but she wasn't one of those butterflies either.  She was just sort of there, and would respond if spoken to.  Never would she take the imitative though.  So he supposed that would make her a little...

            "I guess a little, why?" he asked, looking at her.  She seemed to be thinking about something and it made Harry's heart pound.

            "Oh, no reason."

~*~

            Colin waited anxiously for his red headed partner in crime to show up.  She was late.  But then, that didn't surprise him.  She enjoyed being fashionably late.  But sometimes it would bleed right into just plain late.  Or extremely late.  But those occasions were quite rare, by Colin's standards anyway. 

            He was in the Twin's old corner.  He and Ginny had sort of adopted it after they had left.  Well, they had, after all, needed a place to plot.  And it was a rather nice place to do it too.  It had a loose floorboard behind one of the chairs that they could stash their really good plots and stuff in.  He glanced around and glared at all the people that weren't looking at him.  They never did.

            "Hey," Ginny's voice suddenly crossed through Colin's ears.  She was using a happier voice than usual.  Ginny wasn't a morning person and yet here she was, looking as though she had been up for several hours.  Colin felt slightly unnerved. 

            "Did you bring it?" he asked, looking up from his seat on the floor.

            "No," she sneered, sitting down next to him, but pulling out their charmed Goblet of Fire anyway.  Then she pulled out a pile of papers which were all scrawled on with her chicken scratch writing.  She held them out to him.  "I got all the names down.  Now we just need to add them to the Goblet.  I figure since you thought of this whole shindig, you can add them."

            He took the pile, looking through them all.  There were sure a lot of names. Looking about the Common Room once more, he dumped the pile into the goblet Ginny had placed between them.  The orange flame flared, then went out.  He stared at it.

            "Now what do we do?" he asked.

            "Well, since you are going first, just tap it with your wand and say: Attempt one," Ginny explained, gesturing to his wand and the goblet.  "Then it should spit out the name of who you have to talk to.  Then tomorrow I'll do the same."

            "Ok," Colin said with a shrug.  Then glancing around once more, he taped the goblet and a nice little "ding" could be heard.  "Attempt one." 

            They both waited, looking at the goblet that seemed to be suffering from stage fright.  But just as Ginny began to fear that she had done something wrong, the orange flame flared up, bringing with it the scent of pumpkins, and spat out a piece of paper.  Colin caught it in his hand.

            "Neville Longbottom," he read aloud to her.  "So I have to talk to him then?"

            "Apparently," Ginny said with a smirk. 

            She knew that Colin did not like Neville in the slightest.  If she remember correctly he called him a "daft oaf with no life".  Ginny didn't agree.  Neville was one of the sweetest, most misunderstood people she knew.  And the time she had spent with him while working with the DA only strengthened her beliefs.  Yet she knew the boy fancied her.  Had for a while, him trying to save her had been a big clue.  But she had never brought any of it up.  It would have just been odd.  Way too odd.  Actually, she had been trying to set him up with Luna for a while.  They both had something missing in their lives and she figured that perhaps they could fill each other's voids.  But that was just the romantic in her talking.

            "I want full details."

Attempt #1

            Colin looked about.  Yup, that was definitely Neville Longbottom, meandering his way out of his last class: Herbology.  Colin himself was heading away from CoMC and thought for a fleeting instant that he was lucky he wouldn't have to track the older boy down.  Taking a deep breath he trotted up to the older boy he despised so much.  He knew Ginny liked him, but he could never get over the fact that, well, he didn't really know what the fact was.  In the end he just didn't like Neville Longbottom. 

            "Hey Neville," Colin said as cheerfully as he could.  'You can do this,' he assured himself, seeing the bright, smiling face of the boy beside him, turn towards him.

            "Oh, hi Colin," Neville said happily.  But he said no more.  Apparently this wouldn't be quite as easy as Colin had hoped it would be.  'Stupid git' he thought angrily.  They lapsed into silence.

            "So," Colin said slowly, letting out a hiss of breath.  "I hear you like plants.  How's that going for you?"

            Neville Longbottom opened his mouth and out came a stream of speech.  And it didn't stop.  Colin was beginning to get the feeling that he had really made a mistake of choosing to play this stupid game.  He was really, really stupid.

Two Hours Later

            "So, how did it go?" Ginny asked happily, looking up from her book as the tall boy she knew as Colin walked dejectedly into the Common Room and plopped down on the sofa beside her.  He stared at her blankly.  "How did it go?" she asked slower this time, looking at him carefully.  He looked a little disturbed.

            The boy opened his mouth.  Then closed it.  Then it opened again.  He looked like a fish really.  A fish who could think of nothing to say.  After his mouth had done this fish thing five more times, he made a disgusted noise and slumped back into the couch. 

            "Well, I'm going to get top marks in Herbology this year," he said in a small depressed voice.

~*~

            "Do you know why Neville's so obsessed with Herbology?" Ginny asked her companion curiously, staring at him from the recesses of her squishy armchair.

            Harry stared at her.  This was the second odd question she had asked him in the last two days.  Not that she never asked odd questions, mind you.  She had once asked him if he thought that Voldemort could ever join a band then get a television show based of his life.  She had been serious too.  So perhaps the two questions as of late weren't quite as odd as that one, but they were still odd.

            "Well," Harry said slowly, looking around.  He didn't like it when people talked about him and he heard, so he didn't want to do the same to the boy in question.  "At first it was because it was the only thing he could do properly."

            "But he's very good at self defense and charms now," Ginny said slowly, frowning at him.  "Ever since you got him started."

            Harry flushed slightly.  "I suppose, but I am guessing that Herbology was the first subject he was good at and he feels the most comfortable with it."  He paused.  "But you should really ask him that, he could tell you better than I could."  She nodded as if in thought.  "Why do you ask, anyways?"
            "Oh, it just sort of occurred to me today," she said slowly, frowning slightly.  Harry felt his heart leap at her cute face.  "But never mind."

            Harry was beginning to get the feeling that something was up.  That the girl was up to something.  Though as to what it was, he had no idea.  But he would find out.  He would.  And he wouldn't need the help of anyone else to do it.  Because really, what could Ginny Weasley really get herself into?

~*~

            It was Friday.  And Colin found himself sitting in the Twin's corner once more.  Not to his surprise he was waiting for little Miss. I-Like-To-Be-Late.  Heaving out a sigh, he looked about the Common Room.  It was a touch fuller today, but still no one seemed to notice him.  He wondered if he jumped up naked and ran about screaming that he was in love with a pineapple if they would notice him then.  He doubted it.

            "Hey," Ginny's voice greeted his ears as she plopped heavily down next to him.  She seemed less cheerful this morning.  It somehow soothed Colin's dissatisfaction with his housemates.  At least something was right in the world.

            "It's your turn today," he said peevishly, still resenting the person he had to talk to.  He secretly hoped she would get someone worse.  Like Millecent Bulstrode. 

            "I know," she said grumpily, reaching for the loose floor board and pulling out the goblet from where they had stashed it.  She placed it down in front of her and glared at it.  Colin couldn't help but grin at her.  This was definitely the way the girl was supposed to act in the morning.  Then he grinned further as she took out her wand and after making the goblet ding, said: "Attempt two."

            They both sat there watching as the goblet flared to life and after a moment, spat out a piece of paper.  Apparently it wasn't as scared as it had been the day before.  Ginny's hand shot out with the swiftness that left no doubt in Colin's mind as to why she had tried being a Seeker. 

            Ginny looked tiredly down on the paper and suddenly felt wide awake.  As though three cups of coffee had suddenly Apparated themselves into her stomach.  'No', she thought, feeling her blood run cold.  'This can't be happening'.  She looked at the page again and suddenly felt tired again.  Guess the coffee left her system as quickly as it had arrived.

            "Who is it?" she heard Colin ask quietly.  She turned to see him frowning at her.  She held up the paper.  "Draco Malfoy?" he read aloud, then she saw his eyes widen as well.  Perhaps he shouldn't have thought she should get someone terrible than Millecent Bulstrode, because she had definitely received someone worse.  Way worse.

            Ginny dejectedly put the goblet back into its hiding place.  Then they both stood, seeming a little too disturbed to speak coherently.  It was then that Hermione walked by.

            "Have you been burning a pumpkin scented candle?" she asked them, sniffing the air.

Attempt #2

            After going to her classes like a zombie, Ginny finally set her jaw and decided that she had to find him.  It was part of the game.  If Colin could talk to someone he disliked, she could definitely talk to some one she despised.  And besides, if he tried anything she could always send some more boggies flying into his face.  The mere thought made her grin. 

            And so began her quest to find the arrogant, self involved, egotistical prick who thought he was so far above her because he had more money than her and the rest of her family.  She thought darkly of how much money the Malfoy's really did have.  And how many connections.  It had only taken one month before Narcissa had been able to buy her husband's freedom.  It made Ginny slightly sick to the stomach to think of their excessive wealth, but that was capitalism for you.  Or aristocracy.  Take your pick.

            But no matter where she looked in the school she couldn't find the allusive blonde.  Figuring he was probably cooped up in his Common Room she moodily headed outside figuring some air would do her good.  It wasn't like she would have known what to say to him anyways.  She probably would have just ended up sounding like some lame animal and ran away.  Or rather scurry since she sounded like a lame animal she might as well run like one as well.  Or scurry rather.

            Heading out towards the tree she usually sat under with Colin she found herself stopping short.  There was someone under it already.  Someone with blonde hair.  The same blonde someone she had been looking for all throughout the school.  And he was alone. 

            Ginny stood there, feeling that perhaps she could easily audition for the part of a daft animal in the next school play, if they ever had one.  But then she couldn't think of anything else to do but stand there.  The world wasn't supposed to work like this.  You weren't supposed to find what you were looking for in the place where you always are.  Not to mention the person you are looking for.  It was like she was stuck in some sort of cheesy romance novel.  One made of very stinky cheese.

            Taking in a deep breath and reminding herself that if Colin could do it she could do it too, she strode towards the tree with her head held as high as she could.  Coming up from behind the older Slytherin she sat down beside him, causing his blonde head to snap towards her.

            "Hi," she said simply, trying to smile as sweetly as she could.  Well, maybe if she looked cute he wouldn't try to strangle her.  He simply stared at her through his blue-gray eyes.  But he didn't say anything.

            "How are you?" she tried, feeling her smile begin to droop.  Apparently he wasn't going to start gabbing as Neville had conveniently done for Colin.  Damn Malfoy and his silence.

            Malfoy continued to stare at her, his expression getting ever darker.  It was as though he was trying to scare her off with his glare.  Ginny wouldn't stand for it though, as I have mentioned before.  She has a glare of her own and is pretty much immune to any other, save her mother's.  But she could feel her smile really begin to become strained.  It was as though she was grimacing in some unattractive way.  So she simply decided to grin instead.  Besides, she had found something else to say.

            "You know, I don't think that I have ever really spoken to you before."  Ginny stopped.  Well, she sort of had when she had hexed him two years ago.  It still sent her into giggles just remembering how large his eyes had gotten in surprise.  She never knew that eyes could get that wide, let alone that they would have belonged to a Malfoy.  But that's what he got for underestimating her.  All those who thought of her simply as Ron's Little Sister would be dealt with accordingly.

            By the even darker look, on Malfoy's face, Ginny was getting the impression that he was reminiscing about this little part in their history as well.  But apparently he didn't find it quite as a musing as she did.  "Well," she said slowly.  "At least not directly."

            "And hopefully you won't ever again," Draco sneered. 

            He couldn't quite understand why this stupid Weasley would be sitting next to him, let alone try and start a conversation with him.  It was just, well, wrong.  He had never really had any reason to be near her and he had kept clear of her when he could.  Not that he was scared of her, because Draco Malfoy is scared of nothing, or so he tells us, but rather because he simply had no interest in her.  She was boring to make a reason simple.  Even if she did have rather interesting hair, now that he actually got a chance to look at it or have rather vibrant eyes that seemed to have a touch too much gold in them to be pure brown.  Even her freckles, now that he thought about it, made her seem a little less boring.  It was at this point my friends, that Draco mentally smacked himself repeatedly in the head with a mallet.  A mental mallet of course.  Wouldn't want Ginny to think him insane, now would we?

            "Yes," the girl beside him cooed in a slight sneer.  "So let's make this occasion special, shall we?"  Apparently she was witty as well.  Quite a change from the usual Slytherin tarts he had to fend off.  Seriously, he knew he looked good; he didn't need to be told time and time again that the shirt he was wearing looked good on him.  That was why he bought it for Merlin's sake.  Not that his ego didn't mind...

            Ginny mentally winced as they lapsed into silence again.  And the stupid blonde was still staring at her.  It was getting a little annoying.  Well at least he had responded.  It's a step in the right direction, or so Ginny thought.  Now all she had to do was get him to say a bit more...

            "You know," Ginny began, grasping at something that might catch his interest.  "I heard a new name for you the other day."  Draco's face did not change in the slightest and he went right on staring.  "It was Mal-Ferret."  She paused.  Still no reaction.  "You know," she said slowly, as if explaining it to a daft child.  But then, by the look he was giving her it wouldn't have been that hard to mix the two up.  "Mal means "bad" in French.  So you're a bad ferret."  Still nothing.  "Well, I thought it was kind of cute..."

            "You're a dork Weasley," he finally said, frowning at her. 

            "I will have you know that I am not a whale's penis," she said with an indignant tone, her face scrunching up.  Draco was positive that that was not boring behavior.  Perhaps he really had under judged this stupid, dorky Weasley.

            "As you further prove my point," he drawled, though it was more to himself than to her.  She frowned at him now, causing her face to look even different than before. 

            "You're such a git, you know that right?" she snarled then, seeming to have finally gotten enough of the old Malfoy "charm".  Draco felt a pang of disappointment in his chest that he could not explain.  He told it to screw off and leave him alone. 

            "And here I thought I was simply a bad ferret," he drawled in response, smirking at her and finding that it was fun to make the Gryffindor get vexed. 

            "Well I think you should amend your thinking," she growled at him, getting to her feet and towering over him.  "You are a lot more terrible things than you obviously give yourself credit for."  With this she turned on her heel and walked briskly away from the tree.  Now if Draco timed it right, yes, he could see up her short skirt if he just angled his head a little to the right. 

            Ginny stopped a few paces away and whirled around.  Draco thought he had been caught but he relaxed after realizing that the girl simply had more to rant about: "I hope you get hit by a Bludger during the next Quiddtich game," she told him angrily.  She paused.  "I'll be sure to tip off Denis..."

            "Then I have nothing to worry about," Draco found himself drawling back, becoming quite impressed with himself at how easily he ticked her off.  "That kid couldn't aim a Bludger right if he walked up and placed it where he wanted it to go" 

            A long middle finger rose up from the depths of her sleeves and she was gone.  Draco found himself smirking after her.  No.  Perhaps she wasn't quite so boring after all.

~*~

            Ginny stormed into the Gryffindor Common room minutes later, only to realize that she wasn't going to be able to talk to Colin anymore.  She wouldn't be able to tell him off for making up such a stupid, idiotic and completely pointless game.  She had just wasted a good half day searching and being with that git.  And for what?  Nothing, that's what!  So Ginny found she just had to settle with sitting moodily next to Harry as was tradition and glare angrily at him.