A/N: This is a little thing I came up with during my irritating writers block of my other story. I thought this would get me back on track with writing and give me some other ideas to write with. But, anyway, I hope you enjoy it! And let me know what you think with some nice reviews!

Kisses.

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Chapter One: Ruby Slammers

It was probably dawn when I had woken up. It wasn't even my fault, but my dimwitted roommates just can't leave the mirror alone since it's the first day of classes. I shoved the pillow over my head and clenched my eyes shut, but all I could hear was 'Out of the way, your skirt's short enough!' or 'Do you think I should match my panties? Or is there no damn point 'cause no one will see them?' Was I seriously the only girl in my year not worried about this? Was I the only one who didn't give a crap about how I looked?

I finally shouted over my shoulder "Could you keep it down? Some people are actually trying to sleep!"

There was some giggling and Jen said, "We're sorry, but classes start in…" There was a pause. "Two and a half hours and we need some serious prep time."

I scowled under my pillow and pulled my blanket over my chest. Just give me one more hour, I thought. One more hour is all that I need.

"Ginny, get up!" I shot up with a start. No one was in the room, and it was an hour till classes. Yes! "Ginny, don't make me come in there." Hermione, of course; she must've thought it was really late if she actually took up the trouble to get me up.

"I'm up, I'm up. Don't worry," I murmured, half asleep and falling out of bed. I reached for my uniform out of my trunk, obviously still packed with all my clothes. "Just give me thirty seconds."

"I'm coming in, anyway." She snapped.

"No seriously, Hermione, I don't think you want to, considering I'm in the nude."

"Oh… well, I'll wait then."

Damn right. Somehow, in the same movements of taming my hair, I managed to get dressed. I did a slight glance in the mirror appreciating my sudden growth spurt, and grabbed a tooth brush for the washroom. When I finally opened the door, 'Mione was standing there all in a huff. It was less than thirty seconds though, wasn't it?

"Ready, then?" She asked.

"No 'good morning, how are you Ginny? How fab was it to wake up to your stupid roommates?'"

"That bad, was it?"

My brows furrowed unintentionally, and my nose scrunched up as if I had poo underneath it. "They were wondering about what panties they should where, for Merlin's sake. How sad can you get?" Hermione rolled her eyes and we walked down the stairs. She's sympathetic I'm sure, but being Head Girl has its perks of having NO roommates. Yes, she is Head Girl, though I doubt you're hardly surprised. She nearly cried when she found out at the Burrow. She spent most of the summer there since her relationship with Ron has seriously blossomed. Yay! (Not.) Once we got downstairs we found – unsurprisingly – Ron and Harry waiting for us. I smiled at them trying to seem perky even though I was still slightly half asleep.

"Morning, Ginny." Harry said, adjusting his glasses.

"Morning." I exaggerated a yawn and said, "Could we get to the Great Hall? I'm absolutely famished."

As we reached the Great Hall, I was swooped up by my best friend, Jen, who – very unfortunately – was not my roommate this year. She at least would've sided with me about how seriously deranged it was to get up so early before classes.

"How you doin', babe?" She asked chewing a Quill in her mouth. She slung her arm around me and pulled me away from the trio to sit down next to the rest of our gang. Rosie, Ali and Monica were already seated, munching on breakfast and starting their pre-school year gossip. Once I sat down and started gathering some food together, their eyes fell on my face as if waiting for me to give up some exciting news.

"What?" I eventually asked.

"Well?" They all asked expectantly; except for Jen, of course, she had her mouth filled with eggs and was reading the Prophet with one-hundred percent of her attention. "What happened this summer? How was the Burrow? We all know Harry spent the summer there and by the end of last year you were just dying to shag him."

I had to admit, I blushed violently; especially when Jen looked at me out of the corner of her eye. I'd written her about all the gory details about three hours after it had happened, obviously, but I thought everyone else would've forgotten about my 'summer goal'. When I was younger it was so strange thinking about how I'd feel in the later years of my life. When I was thirteen, even, I felt like I was old enough to be treated like an adult. But now that I look back; there is so much maturity that you gain between each year that you live through. As I looked back at my fifteen-year-old self, I thought, what the hell was I thinking? Harry really wasn't that fantastic; did I really make it my goal to sleep with him by the end of the summer? Well, I made it too that goal, and I'm not exactly sure yet if I made the right decision or not.

"Well, you know," I started pathetically.

The three of them looked at each other with grins on their faces. "She shagged him." They said in unison.

I rolled my eyes and jabbed my fork into a pile of eggs, and unattractively shoved them into my mouth. They'd gotten the main event already, they didn't need to hear about the rest of the details; Jen already knew about that and I felt like that was enough. But the prying question on their faces proved otherwise. "What?" I huffed, exasperated.

"Well?" Rosie said, speaking for the rest of the group, "How was it? You can't just keep quiet about this, Gin. I know your dying to tell us."

I sighed and put my fork down. Where was I supposed to start? Where I went from so sure of what I wanted to unsure once I was in the moment? Where he was totally begging for it for the majority of the vacation until I finally gave in? Where I didn't even have an orgasm because he was probably too boyish to know how to be that good?

"It was pretty good, I guess." Is what I settled for. They looked at me with confused eyes and I sighed again, "Look… it was strange, and I'm still trying to think it over myself; I'm not exactly ready to divulge every action that happened each second."

Rosie and Ali nodded, satisfied, and ready to wait for when I wanted to talk about it. Monica, on the other hand, as usual, muttered something under her breath.

"What was that?" I snapped.

Monica rolled her eyes and repeated herself. "I just said that if you're mature enough to do the full Monty, you should be mature enough to at least talk about it."

I scoffed loudly and the other three consumed themselves with their breakfast. "I'm mature enough to talk about it, I just don't WANT to. There's not that much to brag about anyway."

That did it. Their attention shot back at me as I spoke my last sentence; Jen being the only one who seemed to care less. Before they could get their questions out Jen finally spoke up for me. "Look, let's give the girl a break. There's no need to cause a tiff right before classes."

Everyone settled down, including me, and I was glad to have Jen as my true best pal.

It wasn't until dinner that I realized I was already prepared for the school year to end. For some reason, most people had just assumed me and Harry had done the deed, so now everyone was asking about it. Jen had finally relieved me from the ongoing questions by taking me outside to sit by the lake. Thankfully the weather was still nice; we had brought out a blanket and our books outside to start on some work. Well, Jen was really getting a start on her work; I spread out on the blanket and rested, bathing in the sun's rays.

"Is it really all that necessary?" I asked aloud to myself.

"Is what necessary?" Jen asked anyway.

I sighed and turned onto my side so I could open my eyes without straining them in the sunlight. "Being gaped at, and being questioned, just for sleeping with one guy."

Jen sighed as well, making me relieved to know that I wasn't the only one who felt this way. "It's true – people do need to stop overreacting. It's just a faze, though. Everyone will get over it and move on with their dull lives," she said with a smile. I smiled back and rolled back over and closed my eyes.

"And besides," she continued, "I've already heard of one party tonight, and I know you're just looking for a way to take the edge off."

I smiled brightly; how I loved how much Jen knew me so well. "Too right you are, Jen."

Jen shook her head flipping through pages of her book, "Let's just get some work done so we can actually go out tonight with nothing to worry about."

"Oy, Weasley!" I heard suddenly from behind me. I sat up and me and Jen turned around at the same time to see Blaise Zabini jogging over. A bright smile shined on my face at the mere sight of him, and I hopped up and ran over to meet him in a tight hug. He picked me up and squeezed familiarly hard, only to result in my back cracking about seven times.

In case you're a bit lost – Blaise is my best guy friend in the whole wide world. Much to the protest of my family, of course, but there's nothing they can really do about it. We've been great friends since I was fourteen and it wasn't going to end because of a stupid bias. But, anyway, I hadn't seen him all summer because his Mum had taken him to Italy, hence, the amount of happiness that flooded out of every pore on my body once I saw him.

We sat back down on the blankets and I slapped my hand to my forehead at Blaise's first question.

"So are the rumors true, then?"

Honestly.

It was hard to be annoyed at Blaise when he had that stupid boyish grin on his face. I tried my best. "Yes, the bloody rumors are true. And before you continue on, NO – it wasn't fantastic. In fact, I'm almost regretting the decision altogether!" I slammed my back onto the ground and huffed, closing my eyes.

Blaise wasn't at all put off. "Tsk, tsk." He said shaking his head. "The Boy Wonder didn't shag you righteously. It's a shame really."

I opened one eye and took a peak at him. Jen seemed to be ignoring the conversation but there was a ghost of a smile on her face. Blaise shrugged and wiped off his thighs before standing up and holding a hand out to me.

"Well?" He asked patiently.

I sat up, confused. "Well, what?"

"Well, come on so I can show you how you properly shag someone." He replied shaking his hand at me.

I scoffed loudly, rolling my eyes around. I looked up at him as his perverted smirk broke out into a sheepish grin, causing me to laugh. I grabbed his hand – Jen's head shot up as if someone smacked her skull – only to pull him back down to the blanket and wrapped my arms around him.

"Oh, Blaise," I murmured into his shoulder, "How I've missed you."

"Oh, me," He said simply.

As ten o'clock rolled around, I found myself getting ready for this party Jen had heard of. I wasn't actually going to go because I figured it'd be just another opportunity to be gawked at. Alas, Blaise and Jen convinced me with the whole 'bonding' excuse… and the fact that I haven't had a drop of alcohol in my system all bloody summer. So, I tugged on some tight jeans, my red converse chucks, and a black T-shirt. I pulled my hair out of my ponytail, letting my wavy hair cascade over my shoulders, and after I put on a dab of eyeliner I glanced into the mirror. Hm. I looked pretty good.

My sodding roomies were – and I thank the Lord repeatedly for this one – not in the room for once. So I had some time to myself, thanks. I combed through my hair once more, grabbed my chap stick, and headed down the hall to grab Jen.

Jen was the lucky one this year, and had Rosie, Ali, and Monica as roommates. Magazines, pictures of cute boys/ex boyfriends, and makeup decorated the entire room. And it had the strongest odor of flowers, I think, that was imaginable. I sighed to myself; how I wish my room was like this. Instead, I had to deal with thongs, skirts, bras and shoes spread all around mine.

"You look cute," Ali said with a smile, and everyone around the room reciprocated with an approving nod.

"Thanks, lovies." I replied. "Jen, you almost ready?"

"Yeah, just let me get my shoes on." She muttered while brushing her teeth. Find that odd? Me too.

Anyway, she was wearing jeans as well with a green tank top that worked well with her brunette hair. About a thousand bracelets decorated her arms and she managed to shove her combat boots on while still brushing her teeth.

"Where's this party at, anyway?" Monica asked. She was already dressed for bed and had a text book opened on her lap.

"Prefect's common room," Jen answered again. She pushed past me and returned about thirty seconds later without her toothbrush and a rinsed mouth. "See you gals later!" I offered a wave and we left, quickly getting through the Gryffindor common room as well.

"Prefect's common room?" I questioned quietly as we walked through the halls. "How'd we get invited to something like that?"

In case you're wondering, only the extremely popular people drank in the prefect's common room. Everyone else had to make due in their own dorms, or you were extremely lucky to get invited there. I should've known, though. Blaise was meeting us at 'the party' and he, of course, is a Prefect.

Jen kept walking and I noticed her brows furrow, causing me to stop dead in my tracks.

"Wait a minute… you're not talking to Salem again, are you?" Jen had continued walking, but stopped and turned to look at me after hearing my question.

"A bit… I don't know. She wrote me over the summer and it's only small stuff." She replied, looking at me with an apologetic look. "She invited me to the party, and I knew you were upset so I figured we'd go and have a good time."

I rolled my eyes and took a few steps forward to catch up with her before we continued walking again. If there's one thing I hate, it's confused lesbians. I have no problem with gay people, don't get me wrong, but don't date a lesbian if you're still confused as to what sex you like. Especially if that lesbian is my best friend. Yes, Jen is a lesbian. She had a real complicated, messy relationship with a Slytherin girl, Salem (a.k.a. the confused lesbian). Salem dragged her around and practically broke Jen's heart after declaring that she still 'just wasn't sure'. Why she's talking to Jen now, is beyond me.

But, anyway…

We finally got to the entrance to the prefect's quarters and said the password – which was given to anyone who was invited for the night, later to be changed the next day. We walked in and were immediately greeted by loads of people, loud chatter, and the stench of beer and mixed fruit drinks. Me and Jen shared a look of raised eyebrows before butt-humping our way into the room.

My eyes lit with delight as they fell upon the shelf with a very nice collection of liquor. My favorite. Someone elbowed my side and I looked up to a smiling Blaise.

"I wasn't sure you'd show, love." He said, handing me a shot glass. "What can I get you?"

I pointed at the Absolut and he winked at me before fulfilling my desire.

Ooh, ruby slammers were being my best friends tonight.

After having three of those with Blaise, I made my way to grab some beer seeing as a flirty girl had set her eye on him. However funny it was to watch a drunk girl try to persuade Blaise into whatever they wanted, I was in no mood. I got to the table at the end of the room and grabbed a bottle, before being rudely bumped into by some hard… thing.

I turned my head over my shoulder to yell at the offender, only to see a familiar blonde moron.

"Oh, it's you." I said. I slammed the top of the bottle on the edge of the table, and the cap flew off. I smiled at my work before taking a swig.

"Pleasure to see you as well, Weasley." Malfoy replied. He reached the table and set down a glass filled with ice and poured rum into it. What a man. "I'm surprised to see you here, actually." He slurred, taking a sip of his drink.

My eyes drifted from his drink, to his lips, to settle on his face. I had to admit – actually, you can probably guess for yourselves, so there's no use in me saying it. I'd been in a few social settings with Malfoy, seeing as he was good friends with Blaise. He wasn't too horrible, probably due to the fact that his father was in prison; he actually was quite funny at times and had such dry humor. I love dry humor.

"Why's that?" I asked curiously.

His eyes finally found their way to my face and he shrugged lightly before answering. "I didn't think you'd be one for this sort of crowd."

"I could say the same of you," I countered.

He smiled slightly and looked down, his blonde hair falling into his eyes. "I had a boring summer." He explained.

"Ah," I said before taking another swig of my beer. "We are here for the same reasons, then."

"Au contraire," He said, holding up a long, elegant index finger. I'm not sure if it was the alcohol, but a rush of excitement ran through me. My eyes ran down his body and back up. He was wearing fitting jeans and a black, long sleeved shirt – with the sleeves rolled up – that held nicely to his defined body. I raised a brow at his remark, gesturing for him to continue.

"According to what I've heard, you had quite the interesting summer," he said with a glint in his silver eyes and a smirk on his face.

I scoffed loudly. This was getting ridiculous. "You, too?" I asked, irritated. I looked away from him and muttered to myself, "How does everyone know?"

He heard me, though, and continued. "He didn't satisfy you, then?" It was a statement more than a question, and I almost asked how he could tell but the look on my face must've done it for me. "Let's face it, Weasley, if he had fully satisfied you, you wouldn't be bothered with being questioned about it. You might even boast about it, if anything."

Huh. Good point, well made, you cheeky git.

"Am I getting warm?" he asked.

I only raised my eyebrows at him as I took a swig of my beer. Draco smirked and downed the rest of his drink before reaching into the open ice box and grabbed a bottle of beer. As he drank from it, he turned around and rested his bum on the edge of the table as he surveyed the room. I turned around and did the same, although, as to why I was sticking around was past me.

"Y'know, it's a shame that looks like that go to complete waste." Draco said after a moment.

I followed his line of vision to see that he was looking at Jen, who was now conversing animatedly with about four other boys. Clearly, they didn't realize they were wasting their time.

"Poor lads," Draco continued, shaking his head. "They're opening up for a world of disappointment."

I looked at him and chuckled softly, Draco was totally drunk. "I'm starting to think she's playing for the right side." I pondered aloud. I finished my beer and turned to grab another one, using the same methods to pop the cap.

Draco snorted unceremoniously and looked over at me with a smirk pulling at his lips. "Surprisingly enough, Weasley, not all men are as pathetic as little Potter."

Pun intended? I thought with a smile.

"You can at least trust me on that."

"Are you making an offer?"

Wait, what?

Okay, this is the one thing I hate about drinking. Get a few drinks in me and I'm saying all kinds of things. Like this, for example. Thankfully, I'm great at having a natural talent of sarcasm, and Draco has a sickly dry taste of humor.

His head dropped as he laughed and his hair fell into his eyes. I covered my humiliation by taking a few gulps of my beer. Even more thankfully, Blaise decided to show up and say hello. He was finally getting exhausted by the flock of girls drooling over him. Hey, you couldn't really blame them. Blaise is bloody gorgeous. But one girl was apparently just too desperate.

"I even said I was here with Ginny but she didn't even care." He was explaining to Draco.

"Ugh, Blaise, you seriously need to stop using me as an excuse." I cut in.

"Don't act like you don't like it, love." He countered with a wink; I rolled my eyes. "But anyway, she even offered to have a threesome if I was that attached to Gin, over here."

My jaw dropped, yet Draco seemed to think it was hilarious. He couldn't stop laughing.

"That's why I'm here, actually. She thinks I came over to ask you about it, it was the only spot I could find to get the hell out of there."

"This is ridiculous," I said looking around the room, "Who is she? Where is she?"

Blaise turned slightly, so as not to make it too obvious and nodded his head towards where she was. "The blonde over there, in the red shirt." I looked over, and sure enough, there she was. I recall seeing her before, I think her name was… Melissa, or something. She was talking with a friend but I noticed that every other second she kept looking up at me and Blaise. After a few seconds of this observation I sent her a very rude hand gesture.

Blaise laughed and slapped my hand down before putting his arm around me and giving me a kiss on my head. "This is why I love you, Gin."

"You need to start being honest with these girls, Blaise." I said with a sigh. This was just another night in the life of Ginny Weasley.