A/N: A big thank you to Ye ye, hpdancer92, Rosandra May, The Marauder's Legacy, MagiKitti, Lil Pixie, Nupil, and Adiemus for reviewing! You guys are the best!

To Nupil: Actually, I don't know why I chose Pansy. It was more of a random name out of the hat. ~_^ Plus, like you said, the book kind of depicts her like that, so......*sweatdrop* yeah.

To Adiemus: *blushes* Thanks! :)

Well! Enough of my ramblings. Let's get on with this fic!

*sigh* (The part we all hate) Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the Disney version of Cinderella.

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Chapter Two

Unlike Ginny, Draco Malfoy tossed and turned in his bed. The small music box sat on his desk on the other side of the room, yet he could not get its haunting tune out of his head, nor the odd vision of Mrs. Weasley for that matter.

*flashback*

"Draco Allen Malfoy," it whispered, "you wish to find your true love, do you not?"

The blond bit back a scream and said as evenly as he could. "Yes."

"Ah," said the ghost, eyes twinkling like Dumbledore's did, "then you have indeed come to the right place. Although, I do not think you expected to see me here."

Draco nodded. The poor boy, no matter what everyone saw on the outside (a calm, collected, dashingly handsome man) he was shaking like a leaf inside.

The ghost giggled. "Now, I do believe that your father mentioned something about a ball? All you have to do is take this box, and ask the girls there to open it. Only one will be able to, for only she will have the key to lock. The music may sound haunting now, mysterious even, but once the key enters the lock, the music will change instantly to a rather, well, less gothic song."

Draco swallowed, and nodded.

"Well? GET ON WITH IT! BUY ME!"

***

"Virginia! Where's my breakfast?!"

"Come get it yourself! It's on the table!"

/Grrrr...lazy butt. It's amazing that Pansy can still fit into her clothes./

Ginny Weasley was not in a good mood. Her father decided to take a vacation in Hawaii to "cool off" without telling her. Now she was stuck with these two....women....who never hesitated to order her to do things. Why she did them, even she didn't know. Something along the lines of "it's all for your mother, Ginny. She would be proud of you for not losing your temper" sort of thing from her father. If she ran off, she knew her father would worry himself sick.

Her stepmother and her stepsister came down a while later, and sat down at the dining room table, in front of plates of eggs, cereal, and waffles.

"Virginia, we shall be going to Madam Malkin's for dress robes today. You will be accompanying us, unfortunately, but don't you dare say a word to anyone. Is that clear?"

"Yes, STEPmother."

"Good. Now since that is settled, we shall depart in, oh, let's say...twenty minutes?"

"But mother!" whined Pansy, "That's not enough time for me to choose my clothes and my makeup, and m-o-t-h-e-r, what about my HAIR? What if we bumped into Draco like yesterday. I have to look BEAUTIFUL for my fiancé! MOTHER!"

***

"Oo! What about this one, mum! Isn't it beautiful? I'm sure it will flatter my figure nicely."

"What figure, Pans?"

"Shut up, Vir-gin-ni-a. You're just jealous that I'm prettier than you."

Ginny snorted and went over to the clearance isles. Her stepmother said "nothing expensive." Thankfully, her stepmother didn't know that usually, the clearance isles had beautiful dresses for the cheapest price. After all, who wanted clothes that were taken home and never worn before, only returned because the color wasn't right?

The red head browsed through the millions of dress robes there, until something caught her eye. It was a rich, dark green silk dress with see-through sleeves of a slightly lighter shade of green. Along the neck line, the sleeve line, and the hem line of the dress were ivy leaves embroidered in a spring green color, nicely accenting the deep green material. The branches connecting the ivy leaves together were done with silver thread, making the leaves stand out even more.

/Better not let them see this. They might just take it and claim that they found it./

Grinning to herself, Ginny went into the dressing room and tried it on. It fit her perfectly, hanging onto her curves delicately as it flared out at the bottom, almost like a princess-cut dress, only it wasn't. Giggling with girlish delight, she spun around and played with her hair, trying out different ways to put it up. After a while, she pulled on her regular clothes again, and went to pay for the dress. Her stepmother had given her six galleons to spend, and would not let her spend more than that. Nervously, Ginny approached the counted, praying that six galleons would be enough for such a beautiful dress.

Madam Malkin smiled as the girl's nervousness, and rung up the dress.

"That comes to five galleons, miss. It's been on the shelf too long and we've been waiting to get rid of it. It would look wonderful on you, dear."

Ginny breathed a great sigh of relief and handed the shop owner five gold galleons. Madam Malkin bagged the dress, careful not to let her stepmother see, and handed it to the blissful girl. She watched as the girl turned back to her stepmother and hand her the extra galleon that was left.

/Molly Weasley, your daughter sure is something./

***

"Arg! Father, what is this....thing?!"

"That 'thing' as you call it is a tuxedo. Muggles wear them, dummy!"

"A tuxe-what?"

"Tuxedo. Tux-ee-dough. Tuxedo. Can you pronounce that?"

***

Ginny was in her room, tugging at her long tresses that refused to obey her. Finally, fed up, she threw her brush across the room and picked up her wand. Muttering a few well-chosen words, her hair curled itself and cascaded down her back. Quickly, she pushed a green headband into her hair and went downstairs.

Almost immediately, she blended in with the great crowd there. Her stepmother and her stepsister were nowhere to be found. /Probably still up in their rooms trying to put on makeup and all that other junk/ she thought to herself. She propelled herself away from the crowd, hoping to get away from all the Slytherins and their families there.

"Hey, Weasley!"

***

Draco tugged at the annoying bow tie that was at the moment choking him to death. Trust Mrs. Parkinson, or rather, Mrs. Weasley, to change it to a muggle ball just because her "beautiful" daughter couldn't find dress robes pretty enough for her. He rolled his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair. He no longer gelled it back like he had in his Hogwarts days, but instead, he left it loose, so that some of it hung over his eyes, giving him a more mysterious look.

He stood stiffly in a corner of the grand ballroom, observing all the other guests. There were a lot of people from extremely rich families there, along with a bunch of Slytherins. /No Gryffindors here/ he smirked.

And that was when he saw her.

His silver eyes caught sight of a girl in deep green silk. It wasn't tight like all the other girls who had attempted to seduce him earlier, but tight enough that one can see that she had curves. And that was when he saw it-

Red hair.

Weasley.

/So, there is a Gryff here after all. That's right. She's Pansy's stepsister, after all./

"Hey, Weasley!" he called, putting a hand on her shoulder.

Surprised, she whirrled around only to see the smirking face of Draco Allen Malfoy.

"Malfoy," she said, bitterly, "fancy seeing you here."

"Never though I'd see a Gryff in Sytherin colors," he replied, smirking.

"Mal-"

"DRACO!"

All the talking in the ballroom stopped as they turned their heads to see who had screamed his name. Their eyes fell on a woman at the bottom of the staircase, dressed in a low cut sky blue ball gown that revealed a tad too much. Her face was full of makeup, with dark blue eye shadow to "accent" her "beautiful" watery blue eyes and blood red lipstick to make her look more pale and innocent. Her hair was something else though, and that was probably the best part about her at the moment. Her dirty blond hair was done up in ringlets with tendrils hanging down the side of her face. It was drawn up into a pony tail, which cascaded down her large back. A lot of the perverted Slytherin boys whistled at the sight of her, and she smiled at them appreciatively. Yes, she was going to win Draco Malfoy over tonight, and thy were going to live happily ever after.

She made her way over to him and the talking started again, some laughing at her and some complimenting her politely. After all, the Parkingsons did have a lot of influence, especially since the former Mrs. Parkinson married the minister of magic.

"Hello, Draco," she said in a sensual voice, "Dance with me?"

"I'm rater busy at the moment, Pans, maybe later."

/Oh! He called me Pans! He's already made a pet name for me!/ she thought excitedly. "No, how about now, Drake?"

"I'm talking to someone. It would be rude to just go off dancing and leave her."

"Her?"

She pushed Draco aside and gasped.

Since when did the Slytherin king, Draco Malfoy, associate with a low life stupid Gryffindor? Especially a Weasley?

"What the hell are you doing here, Vir-gin-ni-a? Trying to seduce my Draco, are you?" she asked, glaring at the petite red head.

"Actually, I believe it was the other way around, Pansy. He came over here. I had no intention to speak with him."

"Liar! You're just a no good slut!"

Pansy slapped her across the face. "And that gown! It must have cost a fortune! Mother only gave you six galleons to spend. You probably STOLE it! I'm gonna tell her right now-"

"I do believe that is enough, Pansy."

The blond looked up through her eyelashes at Draco, who had pushed Ginny behind him.

"Draco?"

"Making false accusations without proof will do you no good. Why bother insulting Weasley's gown when you claim that yours is more beautiful than hers anyway? You're wasting your breath."

Ginny giggled to herself when she saw Malfoy's fingers crossed behind his back when he said this. Obviously, he was not one to fall to Pansy's (nonexistent) charms.

"Now why don't you go find your other friends. I'm sure they would love to see you again," she heard Malfoy say as she popped back into reality. Pansy hurried off, smiling brightly with a bounce in her step. Rolling his eyes (he does seem to do that a lot, doesn't he?) he turned back to Ginny.

"Now where were we?"

Ginny glared at him. "You, Mal-ferret, were talking about how you never thought you'd see a-"

"Gryffindor dress in Slytherin colors. Ah, I remember now. And I never thought I'd ever see it. And I quote: 'I swear I'd never dress in Slytherin colors in my entire life!'"

"It was the only thing on the rack that looked decent. All the other ones looked like Pansy's."

"Right...I'm sure. As if-"

Ginny started to laugh.

"What?!"

"Your blazer," she said, still laughing, "Look!"

Draco glanced down to see that his bow tie had come completely undone. No problem, right? Just tie it back up again.

Wrong.

Draco Allen Malfoy had never been educated in how to tie the blasted muggle thing properly.

"Oh come here, you big baby," said Ginny, grinning evilly, "I'll tie it." /Not to mention blackmailing you with it/ she thought, grinning as if Christmas had come early.

Draco scowled as she tied the bow. "How do I know you aren't going to mess it up and make me look like an idiot?"

"Who do you think ties Bill's, Charlie's, Percy's, Fred's, George's, and Ron's at their weddings?"

Draco seethed as her nimble fingers flew to tie the bow correctly. At one point in time, her fingers brushed his chin ever so lightly, but even so, something fluttered in his stomach.

/What in bloody Merlin.../

"Done!"

Oh lady, lady, lady.

To actually believe that he didn't want her to stop.

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A/N: So how was that? I'm sorry about not updating sooner, but I was at a sleepover and couldn't really write and post for a while. *bows* I'm really sorry. Well, please leave a review! I hope you liked it!