*A/N: As always I simply enjoy toying with the brain children of Jo. I own nothing, unless I do. _*
Ginny had heard about clubs like this. A fantasy factory of sorts, but never had she seen one, or been to one. But Lavender Brown had somehow managed to get her here. 'Butterfly.' They entered what seemed to be a restaurant. The ladies sat at a table and Lavender ordered two waters, "and a bottle of wine," Ginny piped up. She was so nervous she felt having a little blood in her alcohol system might be better than the other way around.
"Relax Gin. I've been here a few times already and it is amazing. I'm always amazed what you can do with magic. Ok, so on the front of the menu there is a list of foods, in case you come and change your mind you can still eat while you are here. On the back however," Lavender held up the menu for emphasis, "there is a list of scenarios. A role developed for your… interests." Ginny looked down the list, they had everything from civil war belle and confectionary soldier, whatever that was, to pirates, to things as simple as a burglar breaking in to your house. There was a second section of additional services. You could add things to the experience, to keep it fresh. They had masks and other extra props, but you could also request certain people. Ginny asked about this.
"Oh! When you pick someone you can either pick someone sitting as a table, who will be asked if they wish to join in, keeping you anonymous of course or you can also pick a waiter or waitress." Ginny looked around, seeing if there was anyone that caught her eye.
"Ginny, might I suggest masks? It's only a little extra and it adds to the mystery and you can always take them off at anytime during the experience." Ginny was looking over the 'menu' once more when one particular scenario caught her eye; Cat and Mouse: a game of intellect and ingenuity. Scenario is tapered to ones level of interest and skill.
Having drowned the last of her glass, Ginny managed to hail a waiter. "Yes I think I'm going to get one Cat and mouse with masks." With a nod the man replied, "If you wait in the sitting room this way, I'll let them know. Someone will fetch you in a few minutes." And in a matter of seconds he had disappeared, and Lavender almost seemed to need to find him.
"Do you remember his name? I kind of want to request him." Ginny rolled her eyes, "Marcus. His name is Marcus, though I don't know what name he goes by here." Lavender looked at him with slight shock in her eyes. Ginny clarified, "We went to Hogwarts with Marcus. Marcus Flint."
No sooner had the words come out of her mouth than she saw Lavender shiver, "Marcus Flint? Wow, he has really grown up." A smile slowly formed on her face. Part of Ginny wanted to throw up, but when "Patryk" came back to the table to escort her to the sitting room, all she could feel was happy for her friend.
After a few minutes had gone by, was given a card with a number and a spell on it. "Go to this room. When you enter cast the spell on yourself. Here is your mask and good luck." Ginny walked over to the room and before entering flipped the mask over in her hands. There was no string or ties to hold the slightly feline shape to her face, but she hoped the spell would take care of it.
"What the hell kind of name is Bryce? Stupid Muggle name sounds utterly ridiculous." 'Bryce' pinned his name tag on his shirt before heading out onto the floor, but was stopped by Marcus. He and Marcus had become good friends, better than whatever you called them at school. "So 'Patryk', anything fun today?" the sarcasm seemed to drip from his tongue. "Actually 'Bryce', you aren't going on the floor you have a cat and mouse appointment, I'd give it to someone else, but you are the best."
Marcus almost laughed at the exaggerated eye roll that his friend offered up, "Some little old biddy who no longer feels challenged by her simpering husband? Gods I hope she isn't fat." "Actually," Marcus corrected, "she's hot. She got masks with it, so it'll be her but not really. She looked kind of familiar; I just can't put my finger on it." With a curious smirk, the Bryce tag was set back on the table and its owner went to prepare.
Ginny sat in her room, mask affixed to her face and though she looked different, thanks to the spell, she felt more confident. After the Marcus scare, she thought she might get someone from school. Now of course it didn't matter because neither of them would know. Ginny looked in the mirror again, she long straight blonde hair was swept over one shoulder. All her freckles were gone and her icy blue eyes pierced back at her. She was herself, just different. Her body was exactly the same; the same walk the same round hips and full breasts. These things were enhanced by the outfit she found magical dressed in. It was a boudoir version of regular clothes she would wear. A knee length flowered skirt, tight instead of a-line, which is what she'd normally have, and a tight black strapless corset instead of a tank top. This was all set off by her mask, which seemed to almost melt into her face.
She was startled when a man came in the door, with a bottle of champagne and glasses, "A drink?" Ginny was about to spit a comment at him before she realized, she had paid to have him come in. But then again this was a chase.
"No thank you. I don't drink with strange men." She smiled at him, "so we had better get aquatinted. You are?" He smiled back at her, bowing "Whoever you want me to be. Miss…?"
Ginny hadn't thought of a name, and she didn't want to use her own. "Calliope. Or Callie." The man kneeled, "Well Miss Calliope. It is nice to meet you." He was good. He knew every line to sweep a girl off her feet. 'He almost reminds me of… never mind.'
"So… do you have a name, good sir?," Ginny looked him over. She assumed whatever name he gave was not his real name, "You can call me whatever you wish Ms. Calliope." His shorter black hair had a slight wave. You could see the bright green eyes through the mask, they seemed to glisten with secrets. "Before that, do you mind modifying your spell? The black and green. I can't… you need to change it." 'Bryan' smiled, "As you wish, missus." He turned and muttered to himself, using wandless magic. The black hair became straight and brown, the green eyes fading to a blue-ish purple. He turned back around and started to walk towards her, "Is this better?" He smiled when he noticed her sudden relief. He often took the ruse of the infamous Chosen one. Many of the witches had favored him at one point or another, and there were very few who didn't, most of which were from his own house, with a few exceptions know to him. He began to kiss her neck knowing where to start his game, "So, not a fan of the boy-who-lived?"
"Excuse me?" Ginny took a few steps forward and turned to look at the suitor now in front of her. What did that have to do with anything, then she realized. It was harry that she saw in the suitor. He was neither the same height nor build as Harry, but just those two clues were too similar to the boy who had ruined her life. The boy who had chosen her best friend, the ditzy girl who believed in the craziest things. Luna wasn't the sharpest, or the most critical, which may have been why Harry loved her. Luna would believe anything that harry said, even if it was that he farted fairies and rainbows.
"How dare you! Don't start with me. You don't know me. Actually I have the perfect name for you. You remind me of this guy I knew in school. He was arrogant like you; I loved the prick, despite my best efforts. He just got me; he knew which buttons to push. I'll call you Drake." She smiled to herself at her private joke. Ginny knew that most of the women who came here called them by the name of a past lover, but the name was of no one in the wizard world that people would know. And she knew that nobody would suspect it to be who she thought of during her private moments. Draco Malfoy would have killed anyone who called him that, anyone but her. Ginny moved over to the window that had been spelled to look out over the London skyline at night. "Drake. As a matter of fact, No, I'm not, but that is not what we are here for, is it?" She turned back to the smirking man standing there. "Is there something funny about that?"
"Not at all Ms. Callie. It's just that… I'm not sure I believe you." He needed her to turn back around. He needed a moment to collect his thoughts. How was he going to play this? As 'Bryan' he was safe, but 'Drake'? Not only did he now know who this Calliope really was, he had to fight the pull of his heartstrings. Draco had never heard her tell him that she loved him. He had been brutal to break up with her, but it had been for the better hadn't it? With the war, and his father? He had chosen the right thing right? With Ginevra, he had been normal. She never saw him as a Malfoy, a Slytherin, a Death eater in training. He had been the boy who she spent nights with in the room of requirement, who she secretly met in the shrieking shack, after Lupin had left of course. And now she was telling a complete stranger that she loved him, even after all these years. She hadn't heard anything from him since then, she didn't know about his work with the order, his betrayal of his father and the rest of Voldemort's Cronies. She had no reason to love him. Yet here she was, pouring her heart out. Draco managed to look up at her. She had turned back to the window, she shoulders held ridiculously high. He knew he had struck a nerve.
"All witches have a thing for the Chosen One. The Wonderful Saint Potter." Draco was careful to modulate his words so he didn't spit them out with his usual venom. He was amazed to see her laugh, "Saint Potter! That prick! He had the whole world laid out before him! And he lucks through it! People were willing to give their lives to help him, to make it easier for him. My sister-in-law spent many extra hours in the library helping him, and he took her for granted. My best Friend, living by his side? He deserves nothing. If anything, he deserves a few hardships." Ginny was shocked to find these words pouring out of her. But she felt as if she couldn't help it. All of these years of repressed Harry slurs were bottled up, finally being able to be released with the knowledge that this man couldn't possibly know who she was.
"You don't have to be a genius to find Harry's skills a little lack luster. I don't know where that came from." She looked back at 'drake' expecting him to be offended. After all she had just slandered a major figurehead. But instead he just stared back at her, mildly impressed.
"Well then," 'Drake' began his affections on Ginny's neck once again, "I think we should show what Potter is missing out on." Draco drew his tongue along Ginny's collarbone; laying little love bites on it as he moved. Ginny began to lean into it, and then startled, not giving in just yet.
"I don't know that Harry deserves it. He hasn't been that horrid. Unless you have other evidence, to prove me wrong?" she gave her assumed play toy a grin. Draco knew it wasn't fair, but this was his favorite part of Ginny. To him it was no longer a scenario, no longer a random incident. It was like the old days. The only difference was that he knew what she liked and she didn't even know it was coming.
*A/N*: ok, I know it is kinda cliffy, but if you review maybe I'll write a sequel! A smutty sequel at that!