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Chapter List
- 1-Heir of Slytherin
- 2-Sowing the Seed Pt. 1
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- 2
Chapter Three

Ginny
frowned as she looked in the mirror. She cupped her breasts and eyed them
critically. Then she turned to the side and eyed her bum. She sighed in disgust
and threw herself onto the bed.

�Merlin
I�m pathetic! I have no tits or arse to speak of! I have no sex appeal whatsoever!
I�m the Pansy Parkinson of Gryffindor!� Ginny wailed.

�That�s
not true Ginny. You�re...passably attractive. I mean you�re not a stunner...but
you�re not a monster either.� Andy replied, munching on a milk-soaked Oreo.

�How comforting�Give me one of those.�
Ginny drawled, taking away the bag of Oreos from Andy.

�I�m
just being honest Gin. So you�re not Miss Universe, but you can make up for it
in other ways.� said Andy, downing another Oreo.

�Miss
Who?� asked Ginny.

�It�s
a muggle thing. I�ll tell you about it some other time. The degradation/
empowerment of half-naked women under the guise of a humanitarian contest is
not something one wants to be ignorant of.� Andy answered, her mind in danger
of going off on a tangent about beauty contests and world peace.

Andy
arched her eyebrow and cocked her head to the side- a sure sign that her mind
was wandering. Ginny had been picking up these little signals and was beginning
to learn how to deal with Andy. Ginny snapped her fingers in front of Andy,
causing her to snap out of her reverie with a sheepish grin.

�Sorry.
My mind went on a ride on the Train of Thought for a moment.� Andy explained.

�Good
to have you back. Now tell me how I can make up for my lack of good looks?�
said Ginny.

�With
your personality of course! You don�t need a fabulous body like mine to get a
guy. Ginny you�re funny (when you want to be), you�re smart, determined, loyal,
a smidge stubborn (just a smidge), a survivor�there must be one guy somewhere
who appreciates that. If not, then a bunch of assholes roam these corridors.�
Andy explained, opening a bag of chips.

�Your
fabulous body?� Ginny echoed, glaring at Andy.

�Of
course. Look at my body and look at yours, which is more drool-worthy? C�mon
Gin, let�s not fool ourselves here�� Andy drawled.

Ginny
gasped and glared at Andy. How dare she?
Is she saying that I�m ugly? I�m not
ugly? I�m better looking than half the girls in this school!

�Fool
myself? I�ll have you know that my body is
drool- worthy you bloody conceited bitch! Who do you think you are? You sure as
hell aren�t bloody Sleeping Beauty!� Ginny snapped, tired of being regarded as
not being beautiful over the years (mostly by herself).

�I
was wondering how long it would take for you to snap. You�ve been telling
yourself that you�re a damn ugly duckling for years now that you brainwashed
yourself into believing it! But if you remember Ginny, the ugly duckling turned
into a beautiful swan. It is confidence in addition to personality that make
you beautiful. When that damn bird looked into the water and saw the sexy swan
it had become it thought �Would you look at that? I�m a bloody masterpiece! I�m
a sexy-ass bitch! Who wouldn�t want a piece of this?� � and then went out to
screw the nearest swan.� Andy replied, unaffected by Ginny�s rant.

Ginny
couldn�t help but laugh at Andy�s version of the tale, realizing that her words
held truth. After she sobered up, she
looked into the mirror once more and stared long and hard at her image. She was
still having difficult in seeing the beauty she supposedly possessed.

�Don�t
expect to see an alluring nymph Gin. You have to look inside and outside. Think
of all your good qualities- both physical and personality-wise. When you do
that, look at yourself and really see those qualities. Then you�ll see the
alluring nymph.� Andy instructed her.

Ginny
closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting a sense of calm wash over her.
Then she opened her eyes and stared at herself yet again.

Ok, what makes me beautiful? Let�s start with the
outside --I have nice hair it�s not that red-orange Weasley look but more of
a�what did Andy call it? ... burnt sienna. What else? My eyes are nice �they
give me a cute, innocent look. Let�s see� my tits aren�t half bad, neither is
my arse. Hey! My legs aren�t bad too. In fact, they�re quite fabulous if I do
say so myself. Hmm�I�m not repulsive after all.

Andy
noticed Ginny�s countenance brighten as she looked at herself and gave herself
an imaginary pat on the back. She�s
gaining some confidence. She only seems to think she�s beautiful when someone
riles her. At least now she thinks she�s pretty when she�s calm.

�Would
you look at that? I�m a bloody masterpiece! I�m a sexy-ass bitch! Who wouldn�t
want a piece of this?� Ginny proclaimed suddenly, jarring Andy out of her
thoughts.

Good! Now to get her thinking she�s good enough for
Draco Malfoy� or him being good enough for her. Whatever. Just as long as I get
them together for the little Halloween shindig Dumbledore�s planning.

�The
swan has spoken. So Ginny, who�s your date for the Halloween shindig?� said
Andy, fishing for information to fuel her matchmaking plans.

�Date?
I�m not going with anyone. No one�s asked me and I haven�t asked any one.
Who�re you going with? � Ginny replied.

�Draco
Malfoy.� Andy replied.

�D-Draco
Malfoy? A-Are you talking about the royal bouncing ferret-y bane of my
existence?� asked Ginny with a stutter.

�Yeah.�

�But
I thought you didn�t like him.�

�Sure
he can be an ass. But he�s a sexy ass and he has one too. I can appreciate a
gorgeous male specimen when I see one. Besides, all that fire makes for great
sex.� Andy leered, licking her lips and wagging her eyebrows with a predatory
gleam in her eyes.

�Andy!�

�What?
It�s true! You can�t tell me that you�ve never ever thought of shagging him?
How could you not notice his hotness? He has that whole aristocratic, bad- boy
sex-god thing going and it�s a total turn-on! What are you? Blind?�

�You�re
bloody insane! Who thinks of Draco Malfoy that way except Pugsy Parkinson?�

�Her
and almost every red-blooded female in this school, probably inclusive of
teachers.�

�Ughh!
Have you gone mad?�

�No.
You�re the crazy one! You�ve never wondered what it would be like if he brought
all that �that�manly vigour, that hot ice to your bed? You�ve never wondered if
you could make him melt? Wipe that smug look off his face and have him begging
for your touch? Where have you been living all this time Weasley?�

�Among
the sane is where. You should come too. There�s a nice cosy flat by the lake
with a view of all the nutters on the other side.�

�No
thanks. But over here I share a nice cosy mansion with the likes of Draco and
other gorgeous guys where orgies abound.�

�Hopeless.�

�Seriously,
look at him and tell me he�s not hot.� said Andy, flipping through her
sketchbook and thrusting a page into her hand.

Ginny
frowned as she eyed the paper Andy had given her. It was a charcoal rendition
of Draco lying on a couch shirtless. He had a bored look about him. Andy had
done a wonderful job with her use of light and how it played across his body-
emphasizing the definition of his features.

Ginny�s
breath caught in her throat as she stared into Draco�s eyes. His eyes held a
certain arrogance and chill but also a hint of sadness. The sadness wasn�t
obvious but if you looked at it long and hard (and if you were used to that sad
look in your own eyes as Ginny was) you saw it.
For that moment, she saw a kindred spirit in him but she quickly brushed
it aside.

�I-It�s
brilliant Andy. You never told me you could draw.� Ginny complimented her,
returning the drawing.

�Thank
you. You never asked. I want you to keep it. I�d be insulted if you didn�t.�
Andy replied, refusing to take it from her.

�Andy��

�Ginny��

�Andy!�

�Ginny!
Y�know, I could keep this up all day. I�ve got nothing to do.�

�Fine.
I�ve got to go. I have to meet Professor
McGonagall now. �

�See
y�later Gin.� Andy sing-songed, munching on the chips.

�You
too Andy.� Ginny replied, knocking on the mirror thrice. Suddenly the mirror
rippled like a pool of water and Ginny was looking at her room. She grabbed the
rest of the chips from Andy with a grin and stepped through the mirror into her
room.

�Hey!
Those are barbecue flavoured. Gimme those!� Andy exclaimed as Ginny waved at
her. As Andy was about to recover her chips, Ginny murmured,�Transmuto�, returning the mirror to its
original state. Andy stuck out her tongue at the mirror and returned to her bed.

Well, Andy old girl�it looks as if things are looking
up. There�s hope --- she didn�t deny his hotness but she didn�t acknowledge it
either. Ah well, we�ve planted the seed in her head, now to do the same to
Draco. That�s going to be a doozie! But that�s what makes it so fun. Time to go
to the library ---I have to do a little gardening of my own.
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