A/N: Finally, some action! Plot development! Geebus! Sorry it took so long... I feel so bad! See, I've been working on college applications, and some are to these huge schools that eat up a lot of time... I'll try to take less time. Thank you for all the reviews! They inspire me to write more. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, not in this world anyway.
Ginny had never been down this deep in the dungeons before. She suppressed her shivers, because as Millicent barked at her earlier this lovely stroll, "Slytherins don't shiver." You learn something new every day, she thought to herself sarcastically. She hoped those three hours of cramming on how to be the seductive and snarky Pansy Parkinson had worked, and she wouldn't be forced with another session of Millicent yelling at her about another thing she did wrong.
Of course, before leaving, all four had to vow not to take advantage of the present situation. Meaning, Pansy could not use it to sabotage and humiliate Ginny and the Gryffindors, and Ginny could not do the same to Pansy and the Slytherins. Also, they made an oath not to let anyone know outside the four of them. Colin, with his infinite wisdom, said that it would be too complicated for people to get used to and it was only a month, so what the hell.
Sure, a month seemed short, but now that Ginny was entering the Slytherin common room, she felt a sudden wave of dread and longing for her familiar Gryffindor common room. Green was everywhere, and the green did nothing for her craving of the color red.
Still, she knew she had to suck it up. She walked in, doing that seductive saunter that she had perfected to the toe. She did PSL (Pansy Sexy Look) Type 3, a smirk with a nice hair flip. Everyone seemed convinced, because they all went back to what they were doing - which was the complete opposite Ginny was expecting. Here she was expecting the whole time that they would be quiet and strict, studying or maybe even having an evil brew that had screams emanating from it being concocted in the middle of the floor. Obviously she was wrong, because as many of them were joking around and laughing. There was a group of girls in the back (some of them she recognized as sixth years) painting each other's toenails and giggling madly, and some other boys were wrestling over what she found to be a donut. Maybe this won't be so bad, she mused.
Millicent suddenly hit her. She lunged forward a few inches, and turned back to yell. What the hell had she done now? Instead, Millicent cocked her head toward the staircase. She looked over, and saw something she had totally forgotten about which she should have remembered, and she was damning herself for doing that just now.
Draco Malfoy was currently giving her the one over, and was nodding his head toward to what was seemingly his bedroom. Ginny could feel herself becoming paler and paler, but Millicent just pushed her over. "Don't make me go over there!" Ginny whispered loudly.
"Just tell him the Dewey Menstruation System has ignited!" Millicent murmured back.
"What?!" Ginny screeched quietly.
"It'll work, don't worry, just go before it gets suspicious!" Millicent shoved her toward the staircase, where Ginny almost fell over. She regained herself at last minute, gave Malfoy a sexy smile fit with some tongue poking between her teeth (PSL type 6) as she walked up the stairs, who seemed convinced enough. He walked down the hall, leaving Ginny confused. What was she supposed to do now? She spun toward Millicent, who was mouthing "Go, you moron". She turned back, and walked down the hall. She had gone so far down, she felt that she must have done something wrong, when she was suddenly pulled into a room and was shoved against a wall by what she guessed to be Malfoy.
He smiled at her, and then proceeded to shove his tongue into her mouth. Acting on only impulse (which was not definitely not a good idea), she slammed her teeth down to avoid the entry which was already inevitable. Malfoy screamed, whipping his tongue out in the process.
"What the bloody fuck, Pansy? That was my tongue!"
Ginny stood there, speechless. Malfoy snapped, "Say something!"
She cracked out of her shocked state, and began to sputter, "Ma - Malfoy, I'm so sorry! I - I just -"
"Malfoy? Why are you calling me by my last name? Don't we -" he moved closer to her " - know each other better than that?"
She breathed in. The sudden closeness was obviously hard for her to handle, and the quick transition Malfoy had made from angry to seductive was making her head spin. She make herself get out of her trance, and gave a PSL Type 1 (eyes casted low and taking in air slowly and softly) and breathed, "Malfoy is just such a manly name. I love saying it," she put her hand on his chest, and purred, "Malfoy."
He smirked, "I like that," and began to tilt his head toward her again.
She pressed her finger on his lips, "Uh uh uh! I'm afraid that I have to mention the Dewey Menstruation System." She hoped that Millicent wasn't pulling her leg on said Dewey Menstruation System and she wouldn't have to make up another lame excuse.
It seemed that Millicent was telling the truth, because at that moment Malfoy paled. "The.. The Dewey Men-"
Ginny nodded, "Yes. That."
He backed away, still paling but managed to say without even a clue of his discomfort, "I'll be leaving you to that then. I'll see you in two weeks," he winked, and then left.
As soon as he was gone, a smirking Millicent entered the room. She clapped Ginny on the shoulder, "That was actually convincing, except when you nearly bit his tongue off."
Ginny shrugged, "Things happen." Millicent let out a snicker, and Ginny laughed (surprising herself). "Anyway, what's the Dewey Menstruation System?"
Millicent's grin became even wider, "A nickname for Pansy's period. Dewey is her mother's maiden name, and it's a Dewey Family thing that all the women have periods every two months that last two weeks, and during these two weeks are evil demon angels from hell."
Ginny laughed again. "So technically.."
"You're safe from any creepy men trying to get you in their beds." Ginny let out a whoop of joy, until Millicent added, "Of course, you'll have to deal with them for the last two weeks."
Ginny's face fell. Millicent snickered again, and then tugged her sleeve. "C'mon, play a game of wizard's chess with me in the dorm."
Pansy could not stand the fuzzy feelings that was in Gryffindor. She felt like she was going to suffocate by all the goody-goods in the room. Everyone was helping each other. In Slytherin, the 'helping' they ever did was teaching their fellow housemates a lesson, which usually resulted in a few black eyes and, if they were lucky, a sprained limb. Yes, the title of "Good Samaritan" was a thing of blasphemy in they Slytherin house.
She visibly shuddered when she saw Weasel, Potty and Mudblood get up and walk in her direction. Colin nudged her in the side.
"Be nice," he warned.
Pansy rolled her eyes. "No, really?" she said annoyed.
Great, she was only in the common room for five minutes and the insipid chivalry that filled the air was already getting to her.
Weasel walked up, and wrapped his arms around Pansy. Pansy froze, feeling a sense of violation and disgust from the brotherly hug. She pushed Ron off of her with the tips of her fingers so she wouldn't have to touch him anymore than she had to, saying in a noticeably forced manner, "Hey, big brother."
Ron peered down at her, being that he was a foot taller. "Is something wrong, Gin? You seem agitated."
Pansy gave him an eerie sugary grin, "Of course not. Everything is fine. Peachy, really."
Mudblood's eyebrow rose, "Ron, Harry, I think you should go upstairs."
Weasel immediately began to whine, "Whaaaat? Aw, not the girl talk, I never get to be in on the girl talk."
Potty smiled, "That's because you're not a girl, Ron." He then motioned toward to where Ron's jewels would be with his wand, "However, with a whish and a flick.."
"Don't you dare point that at my balls, Harry!" Ron yelled. The others began to laugh.
Pansy, on the other hand, was horrified. The mere mention of Weasel and his balls made her feel a wave of repulsion. She could feel the blood draining from her face as the words "Weasel" and "balls" flashed through her mind, forcing unwelcome mental images into her head. She let out a small whimper, looking at Ron down below.
Colin took Pansy by the hand and led her to a corner while the three were distracted. He shook her slightly, because she was still in a trance of utter repugnance. "Pansy! Don't think about it! It's unhealthy!"
Pansy looked up at Colin, finally snapping out of it and smirked a little. At least someone agreed with her. "Now," Colin said, "Convince Hermione you're okay. Use your acting skills."
Her smirk melted and she growled, "If they mention Weasel's gonads again, I'll have to dispose of them myself to ensure that the topic will never be brought up."
Colin laughed, "I hear you, I hear you. Now go." He gave her a small push toward the trio, who were still continuing their antics.
Pansy approached Mudblood, straining to keep a smile on her face. "Hermione, I'm fine, really. Please don't worry about me. It's just, well.." her eyes traveled to the floor.
Mudblood put her arm around Pansy, in which Pansy had to swallow down an overwhelming feeling of nausea. "What is it, Gin? You can tell me." Pansy looked up, and stared at Potty and Weasel. Mudblood glared at them, which caused the two to run away. Whupped.
"Now that they're gone," Mudblood said, "What's wrong?"
Pansy shrugged, heaving a small sigh. She noticed that Ginny sighed whenever she was stressed out or was thinking something but thought it was best not to say it. "Well.."
"Listen, if it's Dean, I'll talk to him. He's a boy, and boy's just don't know when to quit.."
A small plan entered Pansy's head. So Dean DOES still think the relationship is full of juice! I guess I'll just have to help him 'juice' a few more fruits. And maybe throw in a few.. bananas..
Pansy smirked as the lustful intentions filled her brain. She didn't realize it until Mudblood said, "Ginny, you're scaring me."
The smirked slipped off her face. Pansy innocently asked, "What?"
Mudblood gave her a questioning look. "You had that look on your face that you get whenever you're planning something evil."
Pansy was puzzled. "Me? Evil?" she asked sincerely.
Mudblood rolled her eyes, "Oh, please! Don't give me that! You're always up to no good! Like earlier this year when you turned your brother into a giant nose when you first broke up with Dean, trying to play matchmaker with you and Harry. Or when Mike and Jack made fun of you for being the only female Chaser, you got your revenge by making it so that every time they looked at a girl that they thought was attractive, she'd morph into Professor McGonagall. Teaches them for being chauvinistic bastards.."
Without her realizing it, Pansy's jaw dropped. Ginny had done all of that? Sure, she heard about it, but she never imagined it was Ginny. Damn, she was evil. Well, it just meant that her being a temporary Slytherin shouldn't be too hard.
Mudblood waved her hand about, "Enough of that, we all know that you're evil and you can't deny it," she smiled at Pansy. Pansy gave her a smirk right back, but with different intent that fortunately Hermione did not notice. "Anyway, what's bothering you? You can tell Big Sister Hermione!"
Big Sister Hermione my ass, Pansy thought.
Pansy pinched her lips, another nervous gesture of Ginny's. "It's just.. I think I want Dean back."
Mudblood's eyes bugged out.
"I think I was confused at the time at what to do. It was just so much pressure, my parents were getting on my back about grades, my eleven brothers are always being overprotective -"
"Six brothers," Mudblood interrupted. "You have six brothers."
Pansy whined without thinking, "There's so many, I can't keep track of them!"
"Ginny, they're your brothers." Pansy stared at Mudblood, realizing how she just screwed herself over. However, there was still a chance to redeem herself. She thought quickly, and said the first thing that came to mind.
"Oh, and I bet you can keep track of them," Pansy scoffed.
"Bill, Charlie, Percy, George, Fred and Ron," Mudblood listed off. I knew that wouldn't work. Fucking merlin. Mudblood looked at Pansy expectantly, waiting for a response.
Pansy stuttered, "W-well," she thought desperately for an excuse. It was probably extremely likely that Ginny could remember the names and amount of her brothers more than Mudblood could. She finally said, without thinking (yet again), "My mind must be clouded because of my love for Dean."
Mudblood screeched, "LOVE?!"
Pansy realized what she just said, sitting there in shock. Ooh, not a good thing to say.
The rest of the people in the common room looked up in surprise. Mudblood smiled embarrassedly, and then turned to Pansy with a hushed whisper, "You love him?"
Pansy mentally rolled her eyes. She couldn't get out of this one. She forced a blush to cross her face, and answered, "Yes. I do."
Mudblood squealed, "Well, than we have to get you back together!" She jumped up and down and hugged Pansy, whose evil smirk had reappeared. However, it was at this time that she looked across the room and saw Colin, who was gesturing if it was going well by shaking his thumb. She gave him a thumbs up, and he smiled. He obviously had no idea where the conversation is going. Probably a good thing, Pansy thought.
Another revelation crossed Pansy's mind. She pulled herself out of Mudblood's hug, and actually manage not to have shakes of disgust. She looked at the other girl, and said, "Listen, you have to keep it quiet, especially from Colin. See, he has this huge crush on me, and if he knows.."
Mudblood nodded, "I understand. Don't worry."
It was at this moment that Potty and Weasel ran down the stairs, in which Weasel whined, "'Mione! Can we copy your potions homework?"
Mudblood rolled her eyes, "I have to go." She raced up the stairs, scolding her friends on the illegality of copying homework.
Colin ran over to Pansy, "How did it go?"
Pansy sneered, "Possibly the most horrible thing I have ever had to attempt in my life. Be civil to.. them."
Colin laughed, "Well, you did a good job. So, do you want to play a game of Exploding Snap, or something?"
Pansy rubbed her eyes daintily, "I'm feeling a bit under the weather. Those three took it out of me, I'm afraid I'll have to retire."
Colin nodded, "Alright. See you tomorrow morning."
Pansy let out a yawn, waiting for Colin to leave. He walked up the stairs to his dorm, and waved good bye to Pansy. She responded with a small gesture, still yawning. Finally, he disappeared, in which Pansy skipped up the stairs to the girl dormitories, wondering if Ginny had any sexy lingerie.
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