A/N:  I started another story, which I think is very stupid of me when I already have four others…wait six, two of them aren't posted, going. Oh well, now I guess my readers will have something to read while I'm working on my other stories. Hopefully I'll be able to get those done.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Chapter 1: A Deal is Struck

Ginny Weasley, Hogwarts resident Goody-Two-Shoes, and biggest dork; little sister of sunshine crew member, Ron Weasley; average description: frizzy red hair, brown eyes, 5'1, long pleated skirt, over-sized blouse, grey tights, black flats.

Ginny Weasley was not a popular person, and despite the fact that Ron Weasley was her older brother and he was friends with Harry Potter, she was still a clumsy nobody who only had Colin Creevey for company. Colin was also a resident of Hogwarts, and Gryffindor, not to mention the next biggest geek after Ginny. Ginny was not an ugly geek, it just seemed that way because she didn't tame her wild red hair, and she was also always blundering about running into things and people, she was a clumsy oaf. Another of her very many problems was that she worshiped Harry Potter and the ground that he walked upon, yet couldn't utter a single syllable in his presence  without going all tongue-tied and stuttering about like an inarticulate freak. Even other dorks felt sorry for her.

Goody-Two-Shoes is what a lot of the Hogwarts students called her because of the way she patrolled the hall, with her prefects badge gleaming like and acting fifty times worse than Percy. A problem was that she couldn't yell or stand up to anyone, so she ran to tell the professors. Even the professors got tired of having to seek out the offenders and punish them every time Ginny came running to them. Though Headmaster Dumbledore thought it was highly amusing.

So this one day, a very bright and cheerful day (A/N: *puke*), was the day that every one (especially staff members) dreaded. It was Ginny Weasley's turn to patrol the halls during classes. She roamed the halls with a pad of parchment and a quill, writing people up for the professors to see. She caught couples snogging, people skipping class to swim in the lake, people trying to sneak into Hogsmeade, or even people who dared to run in the hallways. When she caught someone she peered at them over the rim of her glasses that were perched low on her nose, and wrote the person's name and offense on her pad. They rolled their eyes at her when she asked them very quietly what their names where if she didn't know them.


Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts resident Bad Boy; average description: soft silvery blonde hair, lean and muscular, 6'1, leather pants, black shirt, leather jacket, big black boots, all under his robe of course…he was violating the dress code. All the girls fawned over Draco Malfoy, he was THE Hogwarts heartthrob. He was sexy and had a devilish grin that could make any girl swoon. He was the Slytherin's house seeker and he won every match with the exception of the ones against Gryffindor.

His blond hair was constantly falling over into his eyes, his stormy grey bedroom eyes. Draco had the kind of eyes that make a girl fell like he could see right through their soul. Despite his roguishness he was smart; the professors' complaints were that he didn't apply himself. They said he slacked off and was arrogant towards other students and the professors. He was a rebel with a cause, a very good cause…not that he'd tell anyone. He was never caught by Ginny Weasley. He was to smooth to be caught by her.

But unfortunately, one day, a day she was patrolling in-between classes he was collecting bets. Bets on a quidditch game, which is very against the rules on Hogwarts. In fact, you could be expelled. So Draco Malfoy was taking illegal bets in one of the dungeons on the next Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff match. The people he was heard someone coming towards the dungeon and ran. Draco stuffed the money and his bet papers in his pocket. The person was getting closer to the door. Shit, he thought and whipped his head around the room. He spotted a cabinet and climbed into it. He heard the door open and someone call out.

            "Hello? Is anybody in here?" They were really quiet and he had to strain his ears to hear.


            Ginny Weasley stepped into the cold, dark dungeon where she thought she had heard someone.

            "Hello? Is anybody in here?" She called out quietly. No one answered. She walked around the room and bumped into a big cabinet, knocking it over. "Ow!" She cried falling on the floor.

            "Damn!" She heard someone curse from inside the cabinet. She brushed some of her hair out of her face and pulled open the doors. Inside was a very angry looking Draco Malfoy. He climbed out and eyed her viciously. She saw a paper fall out of his pocket and grabbed it. She read it and peeked up at him over her silly glasses.

            "This has bets on it," she said softly.

            "So?" Draco growled menacingly, folding his arms over his chest.

            "You could be expelled for betting."

            Draco groaned and shoved his hair out of his eyes. "Go ahead," he said motioning towards her pad, "report me. Get me expelled, I just can't wait to die."

            "Die?" Ginny asked curiously.

            "My father will kill me if I'm expelled, and I'm not joking." Draco scowled at the stone floor; Ginny sucked in a deep breath of air.

            "Ki-Kill you?" She stuttered.

            "Yes kill me goddamnit!"

            "W-Well I don't want him to kill you."

            "Just write me up and get this over with." Draco put a hand to his head and sighed. Ginny thought for a moment, she had in her power the fate of the most popular guy in school. She could get something out of this, and the thing she wanted most was to look good, and get Harry to like her.

            "I won't turn you in-"

            "What?" Draco asked, surprised.


            "Oh good gods, every girl has an 'if'." He sighed heavily and ran his fingers through his hair. "So what is it that you want?" Ginny whispered, "What?" Draco asked stepping closer. He hadn't heard her. She whispered again and still he didn't hear her. He stepped even closer and put his ear next to her mouth. "What?" He asked softly.

            "Make me…bad…and pretty…I want Harry to like me." Draco looked her in the eye and frowned.

            "That's a lot to ask," he said stepping away and stroking his chin.

            "I know," she whispered.

            "Fine, I'll do it, meet me here tonight at ten, bring all of your clothes."

            Ginny nodded, "Thank you."

            "I'm not doing this for you," Draco scowled and stepped out of the dungeon, leaving her in the dark.

A/N:  That's it for now, I'll finish typing up chapter two later, when I have time. Please review and let me know what you think.