Hey it's me again.after what seems like 3,000 years, huh? Anyway, I've had this story written for a long time, I just never got around to posting it. Also, if any of you are still waiting for me to continue my chapter stories.don't leave me!!!! I'm working on them, I just have a nasty case of writers block right now. If anyone has the cure, let me know!!! Well I guess I'll stop talking now and continue with the story. If you don't like this one, remember my little disease. Now, on with the story. Warning: There's a character I added.

Disclaimer: I don't own this; I don't own that.J/K Rowling does. Except for Ashley. She's based on my best friend.

Just a reminder, all flames will be used to set my brother on fire. ************************************************************************

"Come on, Ginny!" Ashley Zonin yelled through the bathroom door. "Hang on, I'm almost done." Ginny yelled back. Ginny Weasley was a sixth year witch at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, as was Ashley. At the moment, they were preparing to go to Hogsmead. A new nightclub had just opened and 6th and 7th years were allowed to take a special trip to go see it, special permission of Professor Dumbledore. Ginny came out of the bathroom, finally. She was wearing low-rise, tight fitting, dark flare jeans and a spaghetti-strap, black shirt that v'd into a point right above her navel and showed her pierced belly button. She also had on tall, black sandals. She threw away the pint-sized bottle Vodka she'd been drinking (special thanks to a seventh year she'd got it from) and looked at Ashley. Ashley had on a pair of black pants, the style just like Ginny's. She also had on a pink, spaghetti strapped shirt that stopped right above her navel, that showed off her, also, pierced belly button. She was wearing dark brown leather sandals. "Are you ready?" Ashley asked her, a bit exasperated. Ginny scoffed, "I guess." She said, jokingly. They looked at each other for a minute then burst out laughing. "Come on, let's go." Ginny said, still laughing a bit. They walked out of their dorm and down the Common room. As they walked down the stairs, every head began to turn and look their way. By the time they reached the bottom, all eyes were on them. "GINNY!" A voice yelled from across the room. Ginny rolled her eyes and prepared for the lecture, for the voice belonged to none other than Ron, one of her seven, highly overprotective brothers. "Ginny!" Ron said again, now standing over her. "Yes, Ron?" Ginny asked, annoyed. "What in the hell are you wearing?" He asked, his voice rising. Ginny (A/N: being the smart-ass I made her) looked at herself and then looked back up a Ron. "Clothes." She said simply. "You are not going out looking like that." Ron said, trying to sound superior. Everyone braced themselves for the argument they were sure was about to pursue. It was common knowledge that the Weasley Temper vs. anything was bad. Weasley Temper vs. Weasley Temper was worse.much worse. But the argument never came. Everyone looked to see Ginny looking down at her clothes. "You know Ron, you are absolutely right. I can't go out like this." She said. They watched as she pulled her wand out of her back pocket (some eyes lingering a bit) and pointed it at her shirt and mumbled a spell. Instantly her shirt shrunk and became a black, sports-bra type of shirt with only one thin strap on one shoulder, showing off even more of her flat stomach and thin arms. Some people started to snicker, as Ron's face grew red. But before he had time to say anything, Ginny smiled at him. "Entirely too much material." She said, winked and then walked out the door, with Ashley, who was shaking with silent laughter, right on her heel. *********
Finally, they had arrived at the club. Ginny had received one last grip from Ron, but he was pretty much over it (A/N: he knows he'll never win.he's under my control *maniacal laughter* sorry).
They entered the Rock Riviera and immediately were mesmerized. There were all colors of lights flying everywhere in the otherwise dark room. There were also strobe lights.
As the music blared, everyone went their own ways. "Ginny, let's dance." Ashley said, already pulling her out to the floor. "Does it matter if I say no?" Ginny asked her, knowing full well that it didn't. "Nope, because you're going with me anyway." Ginny laughed and let herself be dragged be dragged out onto the floor, where they started dancing with each other and other people. *********
Draco Malfoy walked into the Rock Riviera and looked around. He had to give it credit it was, "cool". He was dressed in loose black pants and a silk, black button down shirt that was unbuttoned halfway, revealing his smooth chest. He decided to walk around, maybe get a butterbeer.
He was walking to the bar when he passed by the dance floor. He instinctively turned his head to look at all the dancing people. That's when he saw her. The youngest and only female Weasley. While she wasn't looking so little anymore, she was definitely a girl. He watched as she danced, rather enticingly in his opinion, to the beat. Suddenly he had the strange urge to be right next to her, to be the one she was bumping and grinding into. He got a smile on his face that was not unprey-like and walked over to the dance floor and stood right behind her.
She took a step back in her dancing and stepped right into his arms. When she whirled around to apologize, she seemed quite shocked to see Draco standing there. He noticed that her eyes were a bit glazed. 'Must have been drinking.' He thought to himself, a bit impressed. He then moved his hands down to her hips, pulling her closer. She raised one eyebrow in questioning amusement. He just grinned/smirked down at her. "Virginia." He said, somehow making her name sound incredibly sexy. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and resumed dancing, him moving with her, his hands roaming a bit. They stayed like that for a minute, when suddenly, Ginny pulled his face down to hers and kissed him. 'What the hell is she doing.not that I mind.' Draco thought to himself, and then pulled his hands around her, bringing her closer and kissing her deeply. 'What am I doing?' Ginny thought, not quite as drunk as she may seem. 'Wait he's not objecting.he's.pulling me closer *gasp* he's kissing me back.damn he's good.' Ginny thought. She sighed and relaxed in his arms, both still dancing and kissing.
Soon they had to break apart (reluctantly I might add) due to lack of air. Breathing hard, Ginny smiled at Draco. He smiled back at her. "Wow." She breathed. "Yeah." He answered her, still a bit shocked. Then he looked over her head. "Uh oh." He said.