Draco Malfoy's refined posture slumped a bit in his seat in the Great Hall at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was the same boring old speech, the same boring old sorting, and the same boring old mean with the same boring topics of what happened over the summer. His summer had been quiet which was fine by him, but during the school-year he expected some excitement. His pale, rich blue eyes scanned the room. The teachers at the head of the room having quiet talks about the start of the semester, the students all gaily talking of their summers, their new boyfriends or girlfriends, the occasional fan-group sniggling over him. His eyes finally came to rest upon the mudblood and the weaselette. They were sharing some sort of secret conversation, every once in a while stopping to giggle. The mudblood gave him a quick glance and he sneered, averting his eyes lamely. The little twat stuck her tongue out at him and he didn't fail to miss this out of his peripheral vision.

"Did you see that look he gave me, Ginny?" Hermione said seething. Ginny shook her head and patted Hermione's hand,

"It's ok, it's not like the Ferret could actually be thinking that you're a great ass."

"Gee, thanks." Hermione said rolling her eyes in a pseudo sense of hurt. Ginny giggled and began to stretch,

"So, do you want to go get ready?"

"It seems a bit early in the school year to be sneaking out of the castle, but, whatever. I need to live a little." She said standing and offering Ginny her arm. Ginny grinned and took her arm.

Draco unconsciously watched the girls leave the Great Hall. He was curious as to why they were leaving dinner so early. He snapped out of his reverie when someone tapped on his shoulder.

"Draco, darling, it's time to go." said a smooth Italian voice that belonged to the dark young man next to him. It was Blaise.

"I thought I told you to stop calling me darling." He snapped softly. Sure, Blaise was straight, but he had this odd habit of calling Draco darling.

Blaise chuckled, stood and began to leave. Draco gave on last look to the two empty seats at the Gryffindor table and followed suit.

Upstairs in the girl's dormitories a squeal could be heard. Hermione leaned up against a chair, her knuckles as white as snow.

"Ginny, does it really need to be that tight?!" she said closing her eyes and sucking in her breath slowly. It was hurt to breath every time Ginny tugged on the strings to the pale corset that bound Hermione's body into a tighter shape than it was made. Ginny grunted softly and pulled really hard again before tying the strings off at the bottom.

"Come on, Hermione, you should be used to it by now." She giggled.

Hermione let go of the breath she had been holding. It only took a few minutes after Ginny was done tying her corset that it was easier to breathe.

Ginny took off her bra and panties, trading them for a pair of lacy bloomers and a corset. Hermione began the task of tying up Ginny as well. Ginny was more used to having a corset squeeze the life out of her since she had been doing this sort of thing since her 2nd year at Hogwarts.

Barely wincing, at the last tug, Ginny smiled and wandered over to her wardrobe. Hermione curiously followed. Ginny removed a large flat box. Two beautiful dresses sat inside. She lifted one and handed it to Hermione.

"Ginny, I'm not even going to ask how you managed to afford these."

"Would it disturb you to say I had them made?"

"Yes, yes it would." Hermione giggled.

"Well turn around and I'll slip it over your head and button it up." Ginny said taking the dress from Hermione. Hermione smiled at the kind display of friendly intimacy, she stared at the box and then tilted her head so she could see the bottom of Ginny's wardrobe,

"Did these dresses come with shoes and masks?"

Ginny looked up and stopped buttoning the many buttons that ran up the backside of the dress.

"Of course, they did!" She said moving to her wardrobe once again. She picked up two pairs of high top 1860's Victorian shoes and set them on the floor before Hermione.

"They are both the same size, but the pair on the right is more suited to your dress." She said resuming her button work. Hermione closed her eyes and grinned at how well this was coming together. After forty-five minutes, both girls were ready to go.

Hermione had on a long ball gown that flared out all around. The top was as tight as could be and dipped down into a u that didn't show too much. It had all crystals on the bodice. She had on glass slippers just like Cinderella's. Ginny had on a yellow ball gown that had ruffles going down. It looked like what belle wore to the breasts' ball. The bodice was tight on Ginny just like Hermione's.

Hermione cast a disillusion spell on them both and as quiet as mice, they snuck out of the castle to a carriage pulled by a quartet of Night Mares waiting for them at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Meanwhile, Draco and Blaise didn't take quite so long to get dressed for their nightly escape. It was not a new thing for them, but it did get more and more interesting each year despite that they had been doing it since their 4th years. Draco dressed as a simple Master; loose white shirt that was untied at the top, exposing the tops of his hard pectorals, tucked into a pair of tight black pants hugged every manly curve of him in a tasteful way. The hems of the pants tucked into a pair of long black boots that elevated his height a good two inches. His mask was a simple, black eye mask. Blaise was dressed similarly with the exception of his shirt being a blood red and his mask following a color suit of black and red.

Unknowing that they were to be accompanied; Draco and Blaise put on invisibility cloaks and silently fled the castle on a pair of Pegasus to the high-end masquerade club, Château d'affaire pécheuse.