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A/N: Here's chapter two… Featuring: the first appearance of our favourite Slytherin Sex God!

The Morning After

Ginny squinted as the sunlight hit her face. Merlin, this headache kills! She rolled around trying to get comfortable when she realized she wasn't on her bed. What? The "pillow" on which she was currently laying her head was in fact, Hermione's calf. Startled she sat up to look around. Lavender's arse was serving as Luna's pillow on whose stomach Hermione was resting her head. All in all, it was one huge pile of tangled limbs. Ginny then noticed the empty cans of Muggle root beer lying about and memories of the previous night came back in a rush. Despite her throbbing headache due to a sugar overdose, Ginny couldn't help but grin. Ron would pay, and her friends would help her do it! Just then Hermione started to stir…Which of course had the joint affect of waking up Luna and Lavender.

Hermione rubbed her eyes and asked sleepily, "What happened last night?"

Ginny answered cheerfully. "Oh, not much. We drank far more than a healthy dose of Muggle root beer, plotted the fall of the Ron Weasley dynasty, and formed RWSO."

Lavender blinked, "RWSO?"

"The Ron Weasley Sitter On-ers - Luna came up with that one."

Lune's palm met her forehead…Twice. "Wow, I must have been really jacked up on root beer."

Hermione checked her watch and gasped, "It's nearly noon! Thank Merlin it's a Saturday! But still, we've missed breakfast, and if we don't hurry we'll miss lunch!"

Ginny was confused, "Hermione, we still have a good half hour until lunch."

"Indeed my dear, Ginevra," Hermione began, a wicked glint in her eye, "But operation "bring down the Weasel King" commences today!"

Ginny was worried.

Luna spoke up, "Okay people, she needs to be ready at twelve hundred hours (12:00 in military speak), Lavender, I believe this is your area of expertise."

Lavender grinned wickedly and flew off to grab her facial and hair products. Luna and Hermione began to sort through Ginny's truck, transfiguring clothing as they went.

Ginny simply sat back and let them have their way with her.

At eleven hundred fifty six hours (11:56) Ginny stepped out of the bathroom to stand in front of her friends. Her red hair hung in loose, glossy curls down past her shoulders. Her brown eyes were striking and her lips were painted to perfection due to the makeup abilities of Lavender. Her already creamy skin was positively glowing. The outfit she wore hung close to her curves (Ginny suspected a shrinking charm was involved) and she wore a pair of black pumps, all in all, she looked hot.

"Girls," Luna began, gesturing to Hermione and Lavender, "We done good."

The four of them quickly marched down the stairs and through the Gryffindor common room. Ron and Harry were waiting.

"GIN! What are you wearing? And what do you have on your face?"

"For your information, Ronald Weasley, I am wearing clothes, as for my face, there's this little thing called make-up."

"Take it off! And put on some decent clothes!"

"No can do dear brother, all my old clothes seem to have perished in a tragic wand waving accident." With that she strode out of the portrait and made her way to the Great Hall, leaving a speechless and somewhat puce Ronald Weasley in her wake. He looked to Hermione for answers but she simply shrugged her shoulders and followed Ginny. Lavender gave him an icy glare and exited, doubling Ron's confusion. Luna passed and waved excitedly before following the other three girls. Ron gave her a nervous grin as Harry stood behind him stifling giggles. Ron's confusion mounted as he yelled out.

"Wait a minute, what is she even doing here? She's in Ravenclaw!"

Ideas, ideas…

Ginny strode into the Great Hall, followed by the other three girls. She was so hungry, she completely ignored the stares and whispers that began once she had entered. Over at the Slytherin table, Draco Malfoy was calmly eating his grapefruit. His back was to the Gryffindor table as he chatted amiably with Blaise Zabini, who was sitting across the table from him. He was about to make a comment about the pamplemousse, when he saw Blaise's jaw drop.

"Whoa. Is that the Weaslette?"

Draco turned to see some hot girl saunter up to the Gryffindor table. He began his assessment feet up. Legs; not Weasley, arse; not Weasley, stomach; not Weasley, chest; not Weasley, hair-WHOA- definitely Weasley!

"Well," Draco began, clearing his throat, "she looks…different."

"She looks HOT, man!"

Draco rolled his eyes. Hot or not, she was still a Weasley.

"Her friends aren't too bad either."

"Blaise, I hate to ruin your fantasy, but that is Granger, the mudblood, most definitely not on your to-do list."

"Mudblood or not, she's got a nice arse to her, but it wasn't actually Granger to whom I was referring."

"Who then? The slut, Lavender?"

"Actually no, the blonde one, sitting down beside Granger."

"Who is she?"

"I don't know, she's hot though."

"Is that all you think about?"

"Umm…pretty much, yah."

Draco smirked, "She on your to-do list?"

"Soon as I find out her name, she's on!"

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Hermione smiled as Luna sat down beside her, then something dawned on her. "Wait a minute! Luna, you're in Ravenclaw! Why are you eating with us…And how did you manage to stay the night in the Gryffindor tower? Won't you be in trouble, you might even get expelled!"

Luna simply chuckled, "Calm yourself 'Mione. I meant to tell you last night but with all the drama I completely forgot! I applied for the house exchange program and Dumbledore told me yesterday that I was accepted and I could begin right away if I wanted to."

Ginny looked utterly confused. "Hogwarts has a house exchange program?"

Hermione butt in, "That's impossible. I have Hogwarts: A History memorized and there is no talk of any such program."
"Sorry, Hermione," said Luna with a laugh, "but this is a more recent development. Prepare yourself for shock, but Hogwarts: A History, is about the history of Hogwarts."

Hermione's eyes narrowed at the insult to her intelligence, and then she continued, "Why have I never heard of this before?"

"I dunno, most of us Ravenclaws know about it. Come to think of it, I don't recall very many Gryffindors ever applying…"

"How does it work?" interjected Ginny.

"Oh, it's quite simple actually, you just go to Dumbledore and ask for an application. Fill out the application and request which house you would like to visit. You can choose a one month, two month or three month exchange. They usually pick two or three people from each house to participate."

"Interesting…What are the rules as far as classes and…extra-curricular activities?"

"Well, basically, they treat you exactly as they would if you were in that house. You go to classes with the house and when you switch back, they simply transfer the marks. I even think someone played on a Quidditch team once…"

Ginny drowned out the rest of Luna's speech, the wheels in her head already turning. A perfect plan was presently being formulated in her mind. Everything was falling into place…Her thoughts were interrupted by a shout from the Slytherin table.

"OH MY MERLIN! It's Lovegood!"

A/N: So, what do you think…and, if the choice was given, would you choose a llama trek or a wild boar encounter? (Note: Wild boar encounter takes place in a safe, death-free environment.)