A/N: Salut tout le monde! dorky smile It's me again; I know, all of you who have me on author alert are probably like, Good God what a psycho she's updated and started 2 new stories all in one week.  Oh well.  Enjoy it while the lull in my schoolwork lasts.

This is a very exciting, racy, and kinky romance for of course, my favourite ship, Draco/Ginny.  The idea struck me when I was reading some fic where Ginny was having this sex dream about Harry, and I was reading it freaking out because in real life Draco was all over her … anyway, the author wrote so you didn't know it was a dream, and I was really, like seriously freaking out at the story because she couldn't have sex with Harry, she had to love Draco! So my mind came up with possible reasons why Harry would be secretly coming to her … and then I finished the chapter and it was a dream, and I felt stupid.  Anyway.  Totally unnecessary tangent, but during my frantic attempt to legitimize Harry coming on to Ginny, this idea was birthed.  And no, I'm not going to spoil it for you by telling you what on earth all this means. sticks out tongue

I'm going to stop now.  lol, y'all should now by now not even to read my author's notes, they're so unrelated.  Moving on!

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Title: Metamorphosis

Summary:  Ginny is hopelessly and invisibly in love with Harry.  Across Hogwarts, Draco has discovered himself uncomfortably attracted to a certain female Weasley … and through an interesting display of kinky magic, they of course discover their mutual attraction and much, MUCH more.

Rating: R (just covering my back … don't sue me.  There'll probably be language, and lots of sex/sexual references)

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.  But more importantly, neither is Draco Malfoy. sobs frantically

Chapter 1: Lust

He had been watching the door for almost fifteen minutes now.

He was vaguely aware of Parkinson clinging to his arm and babbling at his side.

Where is she?  Class starts soon …

His head was spinning with a pure, animal desire that drove him whenever he was near her … or could anticipate being near her.

His eyes stayed riveted to the door.

And of course, being Draco Malfoy, his efforts were never in vain.

He sucked in a sharp breath as her pale, slender fingers curved around the door jamb.  He watched, entranced as she sighed in frustration and leaned her curvaceous hip against the heavy iron door, pushing with all her might.  She stumbled gracefully inside, smoothing her flyaway locks of flame and collecting herself.

Viriginia Weasley.

His icy grey eyes followed her, devouring her every move as she moved liquidly to her table, her tattered robes clinging to her body and outlining every delicious sway of her hips.  He watched as she slid her perfect ass into the seat and dropped her books with a gentle thud onto the surface before her.  She turned to her friends, leaning over the table and twirling a single lock of carmine spice around her smallest finger, as was her custom.  Her hand-me-down robes hung off her chest and gave him a mouthwatering view of her lascivious breasts, heaving in sensuous laughter as she sent brilliant smiles to the people around her. 

The smiles reached her eyes, glowing with pure delight and uncorrupted beauty.  A single dimple formed itself in a girlishly beautiful way on her left cheek, basking in genuineness.  So many of the girls he knew were so false; smiling only when it was to their personal advantage.  He drank in the unadulterated splendor of her features, her elegant, high, fairy-dusted cheekbones.  Her full, luscious red lips.  Her sparkling emerald eyes.  Her pale, refined skin.  And her hair.  Her endless waves of auburn tresses, soft magnificence that had enveloped him in so many of his dreams.

Her entire body posture was so naïve, so exasperatingly innocent.  She had no idea the effect she had on him.

She shifted in her seat, crossing and recrossing her long, exquisite legs as her skirt rode up to reveal more creamy white skin.  The soft, clandestine freckles peeking out from under the edge made him wonder for the millionth time how far up they went.

She tossed her hair.

He couldn't stand it.  He was trapped behind a vision, a goddess, an unattainable siren.  She would never be his. 

And Draco Malfoy didn't like it when he couldn't get his way.

She felt his eyes on her and looked up in question, a gentle frown clouding her exotic features.  A low growl rumbled in his throat and he smirked at her before turning abruptly away, moving uncomfortably to relieve some of the familiar tightness in his trousers.  He pulled his robes around him, praying to every god he could think of that Pansy wouldn't notice.

He closed his eyes, running his hands through his perfectly mussed blonde hair.  A few pieces fell in front of his eyes and he sighed in annoyance.  That little vixen was really getting to him.

He needed her, and if he didn't get her soon, it was quite possible he might internally combust from the unrelieved sexual tension.  Even his whore, Pansy, couldn't help him – he'd picture Weasley at climax, hold her in his fantasized ecstasy, but the phantom Ginny was never enough.  He had an insatiable desire for her.

He would have her.  This lust was become dangerously inhibiting.

Draco forced himself to keep his eyes off of her during Potions.  After offering a superior sneer to his Head of House, he tilted back in his chair and let his mind wander, smiling in amusement as Parkinson furiously scribbled his notes for him.

His eyes flitted over to her.  Just one look

She threw her cascading curls over her shoulder again and furrowed her brow in concentration, studying the blackboard.  Writing evenly, she nibbled on the little indentation on her lower lip that he had studied so many times.  Draco was suddenly filled with an indescribable desire to rush over and devour that little dip on her perfect mouth, taste it, surround it, chew it.

He groaned again and tore his eyes away.  The little Gryffindor tramp is really getting to you, mate.

He shook his head furiously, in an attempt to shake such sacriligeous thoughts from his traitorous mind.  Nonsense.  It was pure lust.  Had been since the moment she had walked into the Great Hall the first day of school this year.

He closed his eyes at the blissful memory – the perfectly feminine and womanly figure striding with head held high through the hall, radiating confidence and ferocity, begging to be tamed and yet totally unaware of her new-found womanhood.  Her ignorance had begged him to shag her right there and then, and it had taken every ounce of his self control to refrain from doing just that.

That was four months ago.  Four long months of seeing her every day at meals and three times a week in Potions.  Little whore, he muttered to himself.  I'm losing my touch.

Stealing one last glance at her shapely figure hidden beneath the threadbare robes, he tuned back into Snape's lecture.

"… complicated potion with dangerous and potentially incredible results.  As my Advanced Potions students, you will all be required to not only brew the Polyjuice potion but also test it on your lab partner," Snape drawled in a bored tone.  "The ingredients and potion are highly classified and dangerous substances, and will ergo be kept under a series of complex and unbreakable locking charms in my private office." The greasy professor sent a withering look to the Dream Team.  "Under no circumstances will you be allowed to remove any such ingredients from this room." Draco smiled in delight at the degree of squirming going on at Potty, Weasel and Mudblood's table.

"Now, have any of you excuses for students actually done the reading and have any inkling as to what the Polyjuice potion is?"

A lone hand shot up in the dingy dungeon.

Snape rolled his eyes.  "Anyone besides Miss Granger?"

No one made a sound.

"Fine, Miss Granger, enlighten us," He snapped.

Unperturbed, Granger launched into a lengthy explanation.  "The Polyjuice potion is a very elaborate potion that must be brewed over the course of one month and dispensed with the exact measurements of ingredients and stirred exactly the right way in order to gain the desired result.  If correctly brewed, the potion will allow the user to transform his or herself into the likeness of another person when they add a piece of that person's genetic material, usually a hair.  The effects last for exactly one hour, after which the user becomes his or herself again.  The ingredients include lacewing flies stewed 21 days, leeches, powdered bicorn horn, knotgrass, fluxweed picked at full moon, boomslang skin, and of course, a bit of who you want to turn into." Hermione fidgeted uncomfortably.  "The dose does only last for one hour, but it can be renewed indefinitley.  There's an excellent description in Moste Potente Potions, by …"

Granger drew a sharp breath and caught herself just in time.

Draco let a small chuckle escape him, giving his housemates permission to break into uproarious laughter.

Snape raised an oily eyebrow.  "Hmm, appears there is a downside to being a know it all, eh Miss Granger?  20 points from Gryffindor for going into the Restricted Section of the library, and detention tonight."

The Slytherins hooted and cackled at this, but were immediately silenced by their Head of House.

"Apart from knowing more than she should, as usual," Snape slid a condescending look to Granger.  "… Miss Granger did have her information correct.  Polyjuice is the ultimate deception and distortion, it betrays our most reliable source of information as humans, that being our sight."  Snape rolled his eyes at the confused looks popping up on his students blank faces.  "If you're too dense to understand that, you don't fully deserve the opportunities Polyjuice has to offer when used for the right causes."

Snape snapped his fingers, drained of patience.  "Lab partners are now being assigned, sit with your partner and attempt to find a way not to fail this assignment," he intoned dismissively.

The list began to magically write itself on the blackboard as Snape retreated in a billowing wake of black cloak to his desk in the far corner of the room.  Gasps of disgust and squeals of excitement emitted themselves randomly as Draco's peers discovered who their lab partners for the next month would be.

But Draco wasn't really paying attention.

An evil smile twisted its way onto his face, and his eyes roamed Virginia Weasley's heavenly body as she sauntered to the front of the classroom to collect her syllabus.

Fully deserve the opportunities?  His smirk magnified.  He most certainly did.