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Wooing the Reluctant	By : makochan0217 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 23188 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Title: Wooing the Reluctant – A Side-step to Courting

Author: Makoto Sagara

Series: Harry Potter

Archive: the usual suspects (ffnet, affnet, Foreverfandom, my site, mediaminer, makochanupdates on LJ, thehexfiles, hpfandom, and the harrydraco community on LJ); anywhere else, ask first.

Pairing: Draco/Harry, past Harry+others, past Draco/others, Oliver/Ginny

Rating: R

Warnings: Slash, ooc, angst, language, humour, EWE, mention of femme-slash

Disclaimers: I don’t own Harry Potter and his friends. They belong to a list of people, including the wonderful JKR, Warner Bros, Scholastic Publishing, Raincoat Books, and others. I’m only borrowing them for entertainment purposes.

Author’s Notes: Since the final chapter is going to be dealing with Harry and Draco’s relationship coming to the penultimate finale, I decided that I would have Ginny, Tracey and Daphne’s punishment as a bit of an interlude of sorts. Enjoy! The next chapter will be the last. Thank you for all of the reviews and I hope that you will stick with me until the end of the story. And this chapter is for unneeded on affnet, who rocks my socks!

Side-step—Removal of Rivals Should Be Swift and Permanent

When ridding yourself of obstacles, make sure that you are not alienating yourself from your Intended, but do make sure that they will not return.

Ginny opened the morning edition of the Daily Prophet with bleary eyes. It had been three days since she’d teamed up with Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis at Shack to try and separate Harry from Malfoy. Unfortunately, their plan only worked partially.

Harry had been shocked—whether from the fact that Greengrass had been attempting to suck Malfoy’s pointy face off or that Ginny had kissed him so soundly his brain shut down—and when he’d recovered enough, he’d lashed out at Malfoy. That had gone to plan, just as Ginny had counted on. However, Harry leaving Shack and Malfoy following behind him like a kicked puppy hadn’t.

I thought that he was a slag, Ginny thought bitterly as she turned the pages to get to the horoscopes and comics. I was sure that once the promise of sex was waved in his face that he would’ve caved. I know that Harry hasn’t fucked him yet, thank Merlin. He should have cracked. WHY didn’t he go off with Greengrass for some easy sex?

If only Malfoy’s fidelity to Harry and willingness to debase himself had been the end of the story, but it hadn’t. No, Oliver had been upset. Ginny even allowed for him to be so. It wasn’t every day that you saw your fiancée trying to get into the silk pants of the Chosen One—especially if said hero had a history with your fiancée.

Oliver Wood had been a bit of a lark—at first. He was fit, handsome, tall, famous, moneyed, and had that adorable Scottish brogue. Besides, she’d remembered him as the charismatic and driven captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team when she was a young girl. It had been inevitable that they’d run into one another once she’d signed onto the Holyhead Harpies as Chaser—and later as Seeker. After the first match of the Cannons vs. the Harpies, Oliver had found her and asked her out to dinner. She’d accepted, since she knew that Harry was going to be busy doing Merlin knew what, yet again.

However, she’d only remained friends with Ollie while she was engaged to Harry. No, it was her teammate, Chaser Samantha Kicker, who caught her attention and finally excited her enough to bed. The tall, statuesque blonde was all curves and posh accent. And the sex had been phenomenal. Sam had wrapped Ginny’s pale thighs around her neck and used her tongue in ways that the redhead had only dreamed about. Not to mention she was willing to fuck Gin anywhere and anyway she asked.

However, it had been the blonde’s willingness and Ginny’s increasing sexual appetite that had brought her engagement to Harry Potter crashing down around her ears. Sam had just dropped to her knees and was getting ready to eat Ginny out in Harry’s living room when she heard the handle to the front door jangle and she pushed Sam away. Hastily, she’d explained what was going on to her female lover as she helped her stand up and they were completely straightened when Harry walked into the room.

She’d introduced Samantha to Harry, but the tension in the air between her lover and her fiancé was palpable. By the time Sam left to go back to her flat, Ginny had had a few too many glasses of Harry’s snooty wine and could barely stand to see Sam to the Floo. When she turned around to see Harry staring at her tiredly, she broke down crying. She’d felt so guilty for so long and Harry was so trusting and earnest and handsome and rich and powerful. But, he also had forced her into an unwanted celibacy with waiting until they were married—which he’d said he wanted to put off until his studies were finished and her career was more settled.

When he wrapped his strong, caring arms around her, the dam exploded and she confessed everything—her affair with Sam, her dates with Oliver, and the orgy that she and Sam had attended with some of their teammates after Harry had cancelled a date with her for the fourth night in a row for classes.

For all his infamous temper when they were children, he was completely quiet, almost stone-like. And then, his jaw had clenched and he told her to leave and that he would talk to her when he’d calmed down.

The week that passed without the weight of her guilt had been amazing. She hadn’t wasted any time in going directly to Sam’s flat and fucking her until they both passed out. Every night after that, they’d gone clubbing with teammates after practice or stayed at Sam’s flat to have takeout and sex until the wee hours. It had been freeing, until she saw Pig flying onto the field, carrying a message from Harry requesting she come to his house to talk over things finally.

By the time she arrived at Grimmauld Place, she could tell that it was the end of their relationship. Instead of feeling sad, she was relieved to be completely free of the burden of being his girlfriend and having the press chase her down for news about him when she was a celebrity in her own right as a dedicated and talented Quidditch player. He was boring. He wanted to be a Mind Healer and to have a family and to do non-heroic things. As soon as he opened his mouth, she understood everything that he’d said before he actually meant, and she wanted none of it.

When he kept coming at her with his calm, cold demeanour, she snapped and lashed out, slapping him as hard as she could across the face. He looked at her with so much contempt that she thought the floor was going to open up and swallow her. “Fine then,” he deadpanned. “I’ll not be with someone who reacts to irritation with violence. It’s over, Ginny. Keep the ring, but get the hell out of my house and don’t come back.”

Of course, he told Ron and Hermione. And her shrew of a sister-in-law had read her the riot act about her childish and self-destructive behaviour. Ginny had listened to her for maybe three minutes before telling her to fuck off and go away. She’d sent the news to the Prophet, saying that she and Harry had grown apart but still remained amicable. Yes, it was a bit of a lie, but they’d get past it since they were still family. Molly and Arthur would have it no other way. George and Arthur gave her funny looks for a while, but when she started dating Oliver Wood a month after she and Harry broke up, everyone relaxed and they all settled into a new routine.

And things had been going so well with Oliver. He was everything that she thought she’d wanted in her partner and more. It was obvious to everyone that he was crazy about her, and she flourished under his adoration. He hadn’t made her wait to begin having sex. He talked of having a large family once they’d both settled down, and he wanted to take care of her. Within a few months of dating, he’d asked her to marry him, and, despite the niggling thought that he wasn’t what she really wanted, she agreed to it energetically. Everything was perfect and wonderful for Ginny Weasley.

Until Malfoy popped up with the ludicrous assumption that he could be to Harry what no one else—what she—had failed to be to him. As if that whore who fucked anything that moved could seriously keep someone as innately innocent like Harry contented enough to agree to any sort of relationship… The very idea was preposterous, and if he thought he could keep it in his pants long enough to outlast Harry’s need for celibacy before marriage, Ginny would eat Augusta Longbottom’s favourite hat, vulture and all.

And to find out that Harry was taking the prat seriously stung. Even when Harry had dated every male and female their age that didn’t outright throw themselves at him, it hadn’t hurt so much. But, the thought of Harry—her Harry—with that Slytherin whore was worse than anything she could think of.

And the fact that Harry had had the audacity to accept the blond git’s promise ring and kiss him—in full view of anyone who bothered to go to the side garden they’d disappeared to—was more than she could bear. Even the knowledge that Oliver was waiting for her at home couldn’t soothe the pain that she felt. She wanted to strike back at Harry, publicly and harshly. And she’d begun to plot and plan.

One night, during one of the many outings that the Harpies were having before the start of another season, Ginny ran into Tracey Davis and Daphne Greengrass. The two Slytherin witches were known in many circles as dealers of the highly illegal and highly addictive Ecstasy Potions—more commonly referred to as ExPos—and other magical narcotics, as well as some Muggle drugs for the right price. While their career as drug dealers didn’t really matter to Ginny, other team members were interested in some of their wares.

However, when the two dealers joined the Quidditch players at their table at the club Order of Merlin, she had no problem drinking with them. Despite their shady business, they were lively and engaging, always ready to tell a story and spread gossip. Ginny could only imagine that they were probably much the same in the Slytherin common room back at Hogwarts. No wonder they have no use for Parkinson. That bitch was always hanging off of Malfoy’s arm like some overgrown puppy.

It was during one of Greengrass’s boasting stories that Malfoy’s name had come up. Evidently, they’d been lovers for a short time, and she kept going on about his prowess and how Harry Potter stood next to no chance of resisting the blond’s charms if he pushed the Boy Who Lived Twice. The brunette was sorely lamenting the opportunity to roll around with Malfoy once more, saying that if he’d asked her to start a courting ritual with him, she might have to turn in something she called a “player card.”

Davis had seconded her friend’s comments about the size of Malfoy’s prick and his skill in the bed, claiming that only days before he’d made the announcement in the Daily Prophet about Potter that he’d fucked her stupid in the bathroom of Shack.

It was with vicious pleasure that she’d turned to the two girls and started talking about breaking them up. She’d claimed that she was just worried about how such a rampant slag like Malfoy could truly keep her adopted brother happy in any sort of committed relationship. The two Slytherins had declared that if Malfoy ever got serious about someone like that, they’d go completely legal and start donating to charities. In other words, they were only too willing to help break up the Malfoy-Potter courting, even if it meant helping a Weasley to do so.

However, three days later, Ginny was lamenting that arrangement. Ollie had moved out of their flat and told her to lose the Floo address of his parents’ house. He said he’d contact her later so that she could return the engagement ring. He’d also commented that she should really be ashamed of herself for being such a bitch that she couldn’t have told him that she still carried a torch for Harry, instead of publically humiliating both men and ruining Harry’s relationship with Malfoy because she was a jealous cow.

Ron had looked right through her, refusing to even acknowledge her ever since, even the night before when her family had forced her to admit everything that had happened between her, Harry and Oliver. Hermione, the self-righteous bitch, had told her that she was fed up with Ginny’s selfishness and that if Harry ever talked to her again it was more than she deserved. George and Angelina had left the Burrow without a word. Bill and Fleur had done the same. Percy had decided to lecture her on poor choices and how impetuous decisions would haunt her later. She supposed she should have given his words more thought, but he was such a pompous arse that any good that she might have gleaned from his lecture was lost by her ignoring him completely because of his attitude. Molly had looked at her as if she’d never known her before, and Arthur—her loving and doting father, who had treated her like his little princess her entire life—told her to leave his house and to not come back until she could see why she had ruined their family so badly.

Just as she was about to leave her childhood home, face as red as her hair, a large, scarred hand landed on her shoulder and spun her around. She looked up to see Charlie glaring at her with daggers in his blue eyes. Before she could open her mouth to say anything, he raised the hand off of her shoulder and slapped her with it. “You’re a selfish, self-centred bitch, Ginny,” he whispered heatedly. “Harry and Ollie deserve so much better than you, and at least neither of them learned what sort of a person you were after they’d married you. They can thank Merlin for that small mercy.”

She went to say something and he slapped her again, his face expressionless and cold. She could taste the blood from a small cut on the inside of her cheek, but the look he gave her made her keep her mouth closed, lest he hit her again. “Until you grow up, I have no sister. I can only hope that Harry and Draco find a way to repair their relationship, or else you’ll be responsible for ruining Harry’s happiness twice.”

She should have known that George’s refusal to say anything to her that night meant trouble. Ever since she could remember, when he or Fred had been silent, it was when they were the deadliest, the most Slytherin. So, when she opened the paper—her cheeks still feeling Charlie’s blows—she nearly screamed in rage. Plastered across pages five and six of the paper—the pages usually reserved for the juiciest gossip—was a picture of her and Ollie, a lightning bolt tearing their smiling, happy embrace apart with another of Harry and Malfoy underneath. The headline stared back at her with sickening accuracy, screeching “Seeker Weasley Seeks to Ruin Own Engagement by Throwing Self at Ex-Fiancé!!!”

It was then that the sound of something striking every window of her flat caught her attention. She’d originally blown it off as a blustery storm, but looking out the kitchen window, she saw a veritable sea of owls waiting to be let in so they could deposit their letters. And a lot of them, to her dismay, were the blood-red of Howlers. She recognized the great big raven that the owner of the Harpies used on official business and wanted to weep.

Instead, she steeled herself for the worst, opened the window and waited for all of the owls to drop the post around her. The only one she bothered to pick up was the one from Cuthbert Cringle, the owner of the Holyhead Harpies. When she was finished reading her termination notice—for being a lying, cheating bitch and poor moral example to young women everywhere, according to Cringle—she was in tears and began numbly opening the rest of the letters around her. She knew then that George had had his say in the matter and that he’d won. She was royally fucked and it was done by her own hand.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

As soon as that idiot Potter had shown up with Blaise and Granger at Malfoy Manor, she had no doubt that he’d been thoroughly cowed by his best friends and her fiancé. His famous green eyes followed her best friend like a man dying of thirst followed a mirage of an oasis. His dopey face looked genuinely contrite. However, it wasn’t until Blaise nodded his dark head that she relented and left Draco alone with the bumbling idiot.

Besides, she and Blaise had lives to ruin.

Once they were safely back in her rooms at Parkinson Plantation, she’d let her other half in on Draco’s plan. “You still have those photos we took back in seventh year and a few months ago of Greengrass and Davis’s little enterprise.” It wasn’t a question.

“Of course, Pans,” Blaise responded happily. “Do tell me that it’s time to use them.”

“Yes, Draco wants us to send them to our favourite insect and to Ron Weasley,” she said with a contented sigh.

“And Weasley won’t question where he got the information from?” Blaise said, a frown marring his handsome face.

“Well, no, because we’ll be sending them from a post office. I’m sure we can bribe the clerk at the office in Hogsmeade to conveniently forget who purchased the services of one of their owls later this afternoon.” Her smile turned just a little cruel as she remembered the terror she, Draco and Blaise had caused the girl who ran the shop back at school. “Besides, if nothing else, Megan Jones is too afraid to tattle, even to Weasley.”

“Yes, I suppose so, and I did hear him whining the other night about the Aurors coming to a dead end in the investigation,” he murmured. “And how did the talk with Draco go?”

“Well, after I made him bathe and groom himself, he was a different creature.” She shrugged inelegantly. “I’m assuming you had to strike Potter at least once?”

“Yes, and I reminded him that he was lucky that it wasn’t you who’d come with Granger and Weasley.”

“Of course he was. He wouldn’t have any genitals left once I’d gotten done with him. Although, doing so would put Draco right off and I’d have to listen to him bitch and moan about it until the end of time. That is why we agreed that you’d see Potter and I’d deal with the prima donna.”

“Very true,” Blaise replied. “Now, shall we cause some mayhem and then go to dinner with Mother. She’s not likely to wait for us overly long.”

“No, Merlin forbid that Adriana Rosier-Zabini-De Puit-Shacklebolt-Arnette-Cringle-Porter-McClellan be left waiting,” Pansy muttered, following her lover out of the rooms and into the middle of a shit storm.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Skeeter, true to her slimy nature, wasted no time in publishing the pictures and finding former Hogwarts students to interview about Daphne and Tracey’s drug dealing. She’d left every source anonymous, citing they were confidential and the Aurors couldn’t get her to divulge the information. Not that they needed it, since they’d arrested the two women hours before the article hit the front page of the Prophet by sheer luck. And, of course, Pansy and Blaise were standing beside the fountain in the Atrium of the Ministry as their former year mates were dragged in, screaming for barristers and about suing the entire Ministry for what they’d done.

When they’d laid eyes upon the happy couple—who were waving at them sarcastically—Greengrass and Davis grew oddly quiet. When Pansy flipped two fingers at Greengrass, however, the drug dealer freaked out and started screaming that it was all a conspiracy and that Pansy Parkinson was behind it all.

Pansy had had to laugh. Daphne was giving her far too much credit, but before Weasley dragged her towards the lifts to be interrogated, she’d sunk the proverbial dagger in between Daphne’s ribs. “Draco says ‘hi, bitch.’”

The pathetic witch burst into tears and had to be carried to the lift by an amused Ron Weasley while the Aurors escorting Tracy Davis had a much easier job with their criminal.

Two weeks later, the Wizengamot had found Davis and Greengrass guilty on fifty charges of dealing in illegal narcotics and three counts of aggravated murder. Their sentence was incarceration in Azkaban for thirty-five years for each murder count and a fine of 500,000 Galleons each. They were swiftly disowned by their families, who were then forced to leave Britain under the cloud of infamy their daughters had left for them.

The only sad part about the whole ordeal was that Astoria Greengrass, who Pansy had asked to be one of her bridesmaids in her upcoming wedding, had to flee the country as well, making Pansy one short for her bridal party. Reluctantly, Potter and Draco had convinced her to ask Gabrielle Delacour to even things up. The things she did for friendship.

TBC

Title: Wooing the Reluctant – A Side-step to Courting

Author: Makoto Sagara

Series: Harry Potter

Archive: the usual suspects (ffnet, affnet, Foreverfandom, my site, mediaminer, makochanupdates on LJ, thehexfiles, hpfandom, and the harrydraco community on LJ); anywhere else, ask first.

Pairing: Draco/Harry, past Harry+others, past Draco/others, Oliver/Ginny

Rating: R

Warnings: Slash, ooc, angst, language, humour, EWE, mention of femme-slash

Disclaimers: I don’t own Harry Potter and his friends. They belong to a list of people, including the wonderful JKR, Warner Bros, Scholastic Publishing, Raincoat Books, and others. I’m only borrowing them for entertainment purposes.

Author’s Notes: Since the final chapter is going to be dealing with Harry and Draco’s relationship coming to the penultimate finale, I decided that I would have Ginny, Tracey and Daphne’s punishment as a bit of an interlude of sorts. Enjoy! The next chapter will be the last. Thank you for all of the reviews and I hope that you will stick with me until the end of the story. And this chapter is for unneeded on affnet, who rocks my socks!

Side-step—Removal of Rivals Should Be Swift and Permanent

When ridding yourself of obstacles, make sure that you are not alienating yourself from your Intended, but do make sure that they will not return.

Ginny opened the morning edition of the Daily Prophet with bleary eyes. It had been three days since she’d teamed up with Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis at Shack to try and separate Harry from Malfoy. Unfortunately, their plan only worked partially.

Harry had been shocked—whether from the fact that Greengrass had been attempting to suck Malfoy’s pointy face off or that Ginny had kissed him so soundly his brain shut down—and when he’d recovered enough, he’d lashed out at Malfoy. That had gone to plan, just as Ginny had counted on. However, Harry leaving Shack and Malfoy following behind him like a kicked puppy hadn’t.

I thought that he was a slag, Ginny thought bitterly as she turned the pages to get to the horoscopes and comics. I was sure that once the promise of sex was waved in his face that he would’ve caved. I know that Harry hasn’t fucked him yet, thank Merlin. He should have cracked. WHY didn’t he go off with Greengrass for some easy sex?

If only Malfoy’s fidelity to Harry and willingness to debase himself had been the end of the story, but it hadn’t. No, Oliver had been upset. Ginny even allowed for him to be so. It wasn’t every day that you saw your fiancée trying to get into the silk pants of the Chosen One—especially if said hero had a history with your fiancée.

Oliver Wood had been a bit of a lark—at first. He was fit, handsome, tall, famous, moneyed, and had that adorable Scottish brogue. Besides, she’d remembered him as the charismatic and driven captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team when she was a young girl. It had been inevitable that they’d run into one another once she’d signed onto the Holyhead Harpies as Chaser—and later as Seeker. After the first match of the Cannons vs. the Harpies, Oliver had found her and asked her out to dinner. She’d accepted, since she knew that Harry was going to be busy doing Merlin knew what, yet again.

However, she’d only remained friends with Ollie while she was engaged to Harry. No, it was her teammate, Chaser Samantha Kicker, who caught her attention and finally excited her enough to bed. The tall, statuesque blonde was all curves and posh accent. And the sex had been phenomenal. Sam had wrapped Ginny’s pale thighs around her neck and used her tongue in ways that the redhead had only dreamed about. Not to mention she was willing to fuck Gin anywhere and anyway she asked.

However, it had been the blonde’s willingness and Ginny’s increasing sexual appetite that had brought her engagement to Harry Potter crashing down around her ears. Sam had just dropped to her knees and was getting ready to eat Ginny out in Harry’s living room when she heard the handle to the front door jangle and she pushed Sam away. Hastily, she’d explained what was going on to her female lover as she helped her stand up and they were completely straightened when Harry walked into the room.

She’d introduced Samantha to Harry, but the tension in the air between her lover and her fiancé was palpable. By the time Sam left to go back to her flat, Ginny had had a few too many glasses of Harry’s snooty wine and could barely stand to see Sam to the Floo. When she turned around to see Harry staring at her tiredly, she broke down crying. She’d felt so guilty for so long and Harry was so trusting and earnest and handsome and rich and powerful. But, he also had forced her into an unwanted celibacy with waiting until they were married—which he’d said he wanted to put off until his studies were finished and her career was more settled.

When he wrapped his strong, caring arms around her, the dam exploded and she confessed everything—her affair with Sam, her dates with Oliver, and the orgy that she and Sam had attended with some of their teammates after Harry had cancelled a date with her for the fourth night in a row for classes.

For all his infamous temper when they were children, he was completely quiet, almost stone-like. And then, his jaw had clenched and he told her to leave and that he would talk to her when he’d calmed down.

The week that passed without the weight of her guilt had been amazing. She hadn’t wasted any time in going directly to Sam’s flat and fucking her until they both passed out. Every night after that, they’d gone clubbing with teammates after practice or stayed at Sam’s flat to have takeout and sex until the wee hours. It had been freeing, until she saw Pig flying onto the field, carrying a message from Harry requesting she come to his house to talk over things finally.

By the time she arrived at Grimmauld Place, she could tell that it was the end of their relationship. Instead of feeling sad, she was relieved to be completely free of the burden of being his girlfriend and having the press chase her down for news about him when she was a celebrity in her own right as a dedicated and talented Quidditch player. He was boring. He wanted to be a Mind Healer and to have a family and to do non-heroic things. As soon as he opened his mouth, she understood everything that he’d said before he actually meant, and she wanted none of it.

When he kept coming at her with his calm, cold demeanour, she snapped and lashed out, slapping him as hard as she could across the face. He looked at her with so much contempt that she thought the floor was going to open up and swallow her. “Fine then,” he deadpanned. “I’ll not be with someone who reacts to irritation with violence. It’s over, Ginny. Keep the ring, but get the hell out of my house and don’t come back.”

Of course, he told Ron and Hermione. And her shrew of a sister-in-law had read her the riot act about her childish and self-destructive behaviour. Ginny had listened to her for maybe three minutes before telling her to fuck off and go away. She’d sent the news to the Prophet, saying that she and Harry had grown apart but still remained amicable. Yes, it was a bit of a lie, but they’d get past it since they were still family. Molly and Arthur would have it no other way. George and Arthur gave her funny looks for a while, but when she started dating Oliver Wood a month after she and Harry broke up, everyone relaxed and they all settled into a new routine.

And things had been going so well with Oliver. He was everything that she thought she’d wanted in her partner and more. It was obvious to everyone that he was crazy about her, and she flourished under his adoration. He hadn’t made her wait to begin having sex. He talked of having a large family once they’d both settled down, and he wanted to take care of her. Within a few months of dating, he’d asked her to marry him, and, despite the niggling thought that he wasn’t what she really wanted, she agreed to it energetically. Everything was perfect and wonderful for Ginny Weasley.

Until Malfoy popped up with the ludicrous assumption that he could be to Harry what no one else—what she—had failed to be to him. As if that whore who fucked anything that moved could seriously keep someone as innately innocent like Harry contented enough to agree to any sort of relationship… The very idea was preposterous, and if he thought he could keep it in his pants long enough to outlast Harry’s need for celibacy before marriage, Ginny would eat Augusta Longbottom’s favourite hat, vulture and all.

And to find out that Harry was taking the prat seriously stung. Even when Harry had dated every male and female their age that didn’t outright throw themselves at him, it hadn’t hurt so much. But, the thought of Harry—her Harry—with that Slytherin whore was worse than anything she could think of.

And the fact that Harry had had the audacity to accept the blond git’s promise ring and kiss him—in full view of anyone who bothered to go to the side garden they’d disappeared to—was more than she could bear. Even the knowledge that Oliver was waiting for her at home couldn’t soothe the pain that she felt. She wanted to strike back at Harry, publicly and harshly. And she’d begun to plot and plan.

One night, during one of the many outings that the Harpies were having before the start of another season, Ginny ran into Tracey Davis and Daphne Greengrass. The two Slytherin witches were known in many circles as dealers of the highly illegal and highly addictive Ecstasy Potions—more commonly referred to as ExPos—and other magical narcotics, as well as some Muggle drugs for the right price. While their career as drug dealers didn’t really matter to Ginny, other team members were interested in some of their wares.

However, when the two dealers joined the Quidditch players at their table at the club Order of Merlin, she had no problem drinking with them. Despite their shady business, they were lively and engaging, always ready to tell a story and spread gossip. Ginny could only imagine that they were probably much the same in the Slytherin common room back at Hogwarts. No wonder they have no use for Parkinson. That bitch was always hanging off of Malfoy’s arm like some overgrown puppy.

It was during one of Greengrass’s boasting stories that Malfoy’s name had come up. Evidently, they’d been lovers for a short time, and she kept going on about his prowess and how Harry Potter stood next to no chance of resisting the blond’s charms if he pushed the Boy Who Lived Twice. The brunette was sorely lamenting the opportunity to roll around with Malfoy once more, saying that if he’d asked her to start a courting ritual with him, she might have to turn in something she called a “player card.”

Davis had seconded her friend’s comments about the size of Malfoy’s prick and his skill in the bed, claiming that only days before he’d made the announcement in the Daily Prophet about Potter that he’d fucked her stupid in the bathroom of Shack.

It was with vicious pleasure that she’d turned to the two girls and started talking about breaking them up. She’d claimed that she was just worried about how such a rampant slag like Malfoy could truly keep her adopted brother happy in any sort of committed relationship. The two Slytherins had declared that if Malfoy ever got serious about someone like that, they’d go completely legal and start donating to charities. In other words, they were only too willing to help break up the Malfoy-Potter courting, even if it meant helping a Weasley to do so.

However, three days later, Ginny was lamenting that arrangement. Ollie had moved out of their flat and told her to lose the Floo address of his parents’ house. He said he’d contact her later so that she could return the engagement ring. He’d also commented that she should really be ashamed of herself for being such a bitch that she couldn’t have told him that she still carried a torch for Harry, instead of publically humiliating both men and ruining Harry’s relationship with Malfoy because she was a jealous cow.

Ron had looked right through her, refusing to even acknowledge her ever since, even the night before when her family had forced her to admit everything that had happened between her, Harry and Oliver. Hermione, the self-righteous bitch, had told her that she was fed up with Ginny’s selfishness and that if Harry ever talked to her again it was more than she deserved. George and Angelina had left the Burrow without a word. Bill and Fleur had done the same. Percy had decided to lecture her on poor choices and how impetuous decisions would haunt her later. She supposed she should have given his words more thought, but he was such a pompous arse that any good that she might have gleaned from his lecture was lost by her ignoring him completely because of his attitude. Molly had looked at her as if she’d never known her before, and Arthur—her loving and doting father, who had treated her like his little princess her entire life—told her to leave his house and to not come back until she could see why she had ruined their family so badly.

Just as she was about to leave her childhood home, face as red as her hair, a large, scarred hand landed on her shoulder and spun her around. She looked up to see Charlie glaring at her with daggers in his blue eyes. Before she could open her mouth to say anything, he raised the hand off of her shoulder and slapped her with it. “You’re a selfish, self-centred bitch, Ginny,” he whispered heatedly. “Harry and Ollie deserve so much better than you, and at least neither of them learned what sort of a person you were after they’d married you. They can thank Merlin for that small mercy.”

She went to say something and he slapped her again, his face expressionless and cold. She could taste the blood from a small cut on the inside of her cheek, but the look he gave her made her keep her mouth closed, lest he hit her again. “Until you grow up, I have no sister. I can only hope that Harry and Draco find a way to repair their relationship, or else you’ll be responsible for ruining Harry’s happiness twice.”

She should have known that George’s refusal to say anything to her that night meant trouble. Ever since she could remember, when he or Fred had been silent, it was when they were the deadliest, the most Slytherin. So, when she opened the paper—her cheeks still feeling Charlie’s blows—she nearly screamed in rage. Plastered across pages five and six of the paper—the pages usually reserved for the juiciest gossip—was a picture of her and Ollie, a lightning bolt tearing their smiling, happy embrace apart with another of Harry and Malfoy underneath. The headline stared back at her with sickening accuracy, screeching “Seeker Weasley Seeks to Ruin Own Engagement by Throwing Self at Ex-Fiancé!!!”

It was then that the sound of something striking every window of her flat caught her attention. She’d originally blown it off as a blustery storm, but looking out the kitchen window, she saw a veritable sea of owls waiting to be let in so they could deposit their letters. And a lot of them, to her dismay, were the blood-red of Howlers. She recognized the great big raven that the owner of the Harpies used on official business and wanted to weep.

Instead, she steeled herself for the worst, opened the window and waited for all of the owls to drop the post around her. The only one she bothered to pick up was the one from Cuthbert Cringle, the owner of the Holyhead Harpies. When she was finished reading her termination notice—for being a lying, cheating bitch and poor moral example to young women everywhere, according to Cringle—she was in tears and began numbly opening the rest of the letters around her. She knew then that George had had his say in the matter and that he’d won. She was royally fucked and it was done by her own hand.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

As soon as that idiot Potter had shown up with Blaise and Granger at Malfoy Manor, she had no doubt that he’d been thoroughly cowed by his best friends and her fiancé. His famous green eyes followed her best friend like a man dying of thirst followed a mirage of an oasis. His dopey face looked genuinely contrite. However, it wasn’t until Blaise nodded his dark head that she relented and left Draco alone with the bumbling idiot.

Besides, she and Blaise had lives to ruin.

Once they were safely back in her rooms at Parkinson Plantation, she’d let her other half in on Draco’s plan. “You still have those photos we took back in seventh year and a few months ago of Greengrass and Davis’s little enterprise.” It wasn’t a question.

“Of course, Pans,” Blaise responded happily. “Do tell me that it’s time to use them.”

“Yes, Draco wants us to send them to our favourite insect and to Ron Weasley,” she said with a contented sigh.

“And Weasley won’t question where he got the information from?” Blaise said, a frown marring his handsome face.

“Well, no, because we’ll be sending them from a post office. I’m sure we can bribe the clerk at the office in Hogsmeade to conveniently forget who purchased the services of one of their owls later this afternoon.” Her smile turned just a little cruel as she remembered the terror she, Draco and Blaise had caused the girl who ran the shop back at school. “Besides, if nothing else, Megan Jones is too afraid to tattle, even to Weasley.”

“Yes, I suppose so, and I did hear him whining the other night about the Aurors coming to a dead end in the investigation,” he murmured. “And how did the talk with Draco go?”

“Well, after I made him bathe and groom himself, he was a different creature.” She shrugged inelegantly. “I’m assuming you had to strike Potter at least once?”

“Yes, and I reminded him that he was lucky that it wasn’t you who’d come with Granger and Weasley.”

“Of course he was. He wouldn’t have any genitals left once I’d gotten done with him. Although, doing so would put Draco right off and I’d have to listen to him bitch and moan about it until the end of time. That is why we agreed that you’d see Potter and I’d deal with the prima donna.”

“Very true,” Blaise replied. “Now, shall we cause some mayhem and then go to dinner with Mother. She’s not likely to wait for us overly long.”

“No, Merlin forbid that Adriana Rosier-Zabini-De Puit-Shacklebolt-Arnette-Cringle-Porter-McClellan be left waiting,” Pansy muttered, following her lover out of the rooms and into the middle of a shit storm.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Skeeter, true to her slimy nature, wasted no time in publishing the pictures and finding former Hogwarts students to interview about Daphne and Tracey’s drug dealing. She’d left every source anonymous, citing they were confidential and the Aurors couldn’t get her to divulge the information. Not that they needed it, since they’d arrested the two women hours before the article hit the front page of the Prophet by sheer luck. And, of course, Pansy and Blaise were standing beside the fountain in the Atrium of the Ministry as their former year mates were dragged in, screaming for barristers and about suing the entire Ministry for what they’d done.

When they’d laid eyes upon the happy couple—who were waving at them sarcastically—Greengrass and Davis grew oddly quiet. When Pansy flipped two fingers at Greengrass, however, the drug dealer freaked out and started screaming that it was all a conspiracy and that Pansy Parkinson was behind it all.

Pansy had had to laugh. Daphne was giving her far too much credit, but before Weasley dragged her towards the lifts to be interrogated, she’d sunk the proverbial dagger in between Daphne’s ribs. “Draco says ‘hi, bitch.’”

The pathetic witch burst into tears and had to be carried to the lift by an amused Ron Weasley while the Aurors escorting Tracy Davis had a much easier job with their criminal.

Two weeks later, the Wizengamot had found Davis and Greengrass guilty on fifty charges of dealing in illegal narcotics and three counts of aggravated murder. Their sentence was incarceration in Azkaban for thirty-five years for each murder count and a fine of 500,000 Galleons each. They were swiftly disowned by their families, who were then forced to leave Britain under the cloud of infamy their daughters had left for them.

The only sad part about the whole ordeal was that Astoria Greengrass, who Pansy had asked to be one of her bridesmaids in her upcoming wedding, had to flee the country as well, making Pansy one short for her bridal party. Reluctantly, Potter and Draco had convinced her to ask Gabrielle Delacour to even things up. The things she did for friendship.

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