Disclaimer: This is more or less me taking J.K.R's characters and settings, and mashing them together in a very smutty way that would never happen in the original books (but we all know they'd be so much better if they did).

Draco

I smiled as I got the owl my mother sent me. The usual Halloween ball was taking place at our manor this year, and I had asked her to invite Ginny. Though she was incredibly surprised with my choice, she invited her, and Ginny accepted. That would mean I would have two weeks, with Ginny at my house. As well as the rest of the sixth and seventh year Slytherins, but they could all occupy themselves.

I packed my trunk with everything I needed for the two weeks. I smiled as I thought of spending two weeks with Ginny, and wished for a while that we could be alone there for two weeks, without anyone else, but oh well. This would be the perfect opportunity to win her over.

I grabbed my trunk and headed down to the entrance hall, leaving it with the other trunks, before going to the great hall and joining the Slytherin table for breakfast.

"Do you think that Christie will be there?" Blaise asked me as I piled bacon and eggs on my plate.

"Most likely." I replied. "I heard she likes you, you know." I saw Blaise grin.

"Well, of course she does, I'm irresistible to women." He said, and I couldn't help but smile. between the two of us, most of the girls in school wanted us. Even a lot of the guys.

"Well, anyone special you've invited?" Blaise asked, raising his eyebrows, and we both laughed. He knew what I had been doing, and he knew that I liked Ginny, though he couldn't see what it was that attracted me to her.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, and I want you to play nice." I said.

"Nice, eh?" He asked, his eyebrows raising again. "Want me to show her just how nice I can play?" He laughed, and I hit him playfully on the arm, knowing what he was talking about. We joked about it for a while, and I glanced up, seeking her out, knowing almost instantly where she sat, with her red hair fallen in a curtain between the outside world and herself.

She sat with the trio, as usual, but Hermione was the only one she was talking to. I smiled to myself, and finished my breakfast, heading out to the entrance hall, along with everyone else who was coming for the two weeks.

I saw her brown eyes glance up as we left, and heard her excuse herself as we passed. She stood, looking out of place in the entrance hall, in her old hand-me-down sweater, which was far too big for her, and her old, worn, faded jeans, which didn't suit her at all, barely covering her ankles, and in such a boyish cut. She was so tall, it surprised me. I didn't really notice it when she was lying down, or standing near her tall brother, or even Potter, but she was taller than most girls at Hogwarts, and certainly taller than whoever had previously owned her jeans.

She crossed her arms in front of her, and stood by herself defiantly as we all waited for the carriage to arrive, and while she didn't say a word, I could tell she was thinking about how different she felt from the rest of us waiting here.

"What are you doing here?" Pansy asked. I swore to myself. I hadn't told anyone I was inviting her, except for my parents, who of course had to send out the invitations.

"I was invited." Ginny said, glaring towards Pansy. I looked between the two of them. I know Pansy acted tough, and I know that she knows that something made me break up with her, but she didn't know what. I could see her putting two and two together, and she looked at me, before walking off.

"Enjoy it, then, blood traitor. If he finds out, it'll be the last thing you ever do." Pansy walked over to Daphne Greengrass, her best friend, and the two stood apart from the rest of us, as far from Ginny as they could, talking amongst themselves while we waited.

"Party for Malfoy Manor?" I looked up to see the skeleton of the carriage driver who father always sent. He looked at us, with the holes where his eyes had once been, and I couldn't help but feel unnerved, as I always did whenever I saw him.

"That's us." I said, and he jumped off, picking up all of our trunks, throwing them up on top of the carriage, where they organised themselves so they wouldn't fall off. Everyone started getting in, and I waited towards the back of the crowd, keeping my eyes on Ginny. when it was her turn to get on, I offered her my hand to help her climb up, following her up, and being followed by a very dangerous looking Pansy.

I couldn't help but smile to myself as I saw Pansy's face, and sat next to Ginny, who sat by one of the windows.

"Don't worry about her." I said, so only she could hear me, as the carriage began moving. "She just doesn't like girls who are prettier than her." I said, and Ginny looked up at me for a moment, before looking away, staying silent, and I could tell she was trying to control her breathing.

We got to the manor after an hour or so traveling, and the skeleton threw our trunks off. I watched them landing lightly, as if they were placed down gently, and we started getting off. There were fifteen of us all together. Millicent Bulstrode grabbed her trunk and headed straight inside, followed by her younger sister, Amelia, and then Crabbe and Goyle. It took an idiot not to realise that the two of them liked the Bulstrode sisters. I couldn't understand it, both girls were rather large, and not the prettiest, but then, neither were Crabbe and Goyle.

Daphne and her sister, Claire, along with Pansy, and Mia, the only other female Slytherin in sixth or seventh years made their way up to their rooms. Ginny hung around with me, unsure of where to go or what to do. Most of the boys hung back, as well, apart from Crabbe and Goyle, who were trying to get rooms near the Bulstrode sisters.

"Anyone want a particular room?" I asked, and Blaise raised an eyebrow towards me, I knew which room he wanted, and I nodded, barely perceptibly, which made him grin.

"Anyone else?" I saw Ginny look confused, but she shook it off, and shrugged.

"Okay then, let's all go up to find our rooms. Mother has organised some activities for each day, so we won't be bored, and today's doesn't start for a few hours yet, so we have time to unpack." I said, and everyone picked up their trunks. I saw Blaise being nice to Ginny, offering to take her trunk for her, but she just shrugged him off, looking annoyed. Blaise raised an eyebrow at me and shrugged, which I returned.

Ginny

I followed all the boys up. It was obvious everyone except for me had been here before, and I felt really out of place. Blaise had offered to take my trunk for me, and I regretted not taking his offer as I realised that all the bedrooms were on the highest floor of the house.

We caught up to the rest of the girls, with Crabbe and Goyle, and Draco started assigning rooms. When everyone had their room, he went into his own room, which I noticed was right next to the one he had given me.

I started unpacking from my trunk, putting my clothes away in the wardrobe, which was bigger than the room I slept in at the Burrow.

I pulled out the handmedown dress robes that had once been my mum's. They were a dark brown, and really didn't suit me. I sighed, but I couldn't get anything new. I hadn't told mum about this, she'd explode if she knew, and even if she did know, and supported it, she wouldn't have enough money around the house to be able to buy me anything new.

I sat on my bed and looked at it. I had worn it to the yule ball, but it still barely fit me. There had to be something I could do. I got the idea as I looked at the only new shirt I had ever had. It was a halter neck top, that had originally been a bright, fiery red t-shirt, and had clashed horribly with my hair, but it had been on sale, and it had actually fit me.

I had been ten when mum had bought it for me, and when I grew, I began to alter it, with my magic, changing the colour, and everything about it, until it was now a black halter neck top, with sequins down the front. I smiles as I thought about that, and looked at the dress robes. As long as I had something to edit I could edit it.

I pulled my sketchbook out of my trunk, skipping past the pages where I had sketched Draco, when I saw him looking at me from across the great hall. I found a blank page, and drew myself to begin with. I used my wand, a trick I had learned when I had first started drawing. It made everything more lifelike, and helped choose good colours.

This was how I had designed my top. I had thought about changing the other clothes I had, that didn't fit me or flatter me at all, but I always decided to keep them how they were, worn and comfortable. Now, however, I wanted to change them.

I started with the dress robes. I sketched a ball gown on the lifelike image of me on the paper, one that flattered me, hugging my curves. I drew it with sleeves, and then tapped my wand twice in the middle of the page. A soft green colour sank in, making the most beautiful dress I had ever seen, and even added jewelry which I would have a harder time transforming.

That done, I transformed the dress, seeing what I wanted it to be in my minds eye, and my wand warming in my hand as it changed the ugly brown dress before my eyes. That done, I went back to the sketchbook and tapped the page, changing the next item of clothing to what it suggested. I continued doing this, until my entire wardrobe looked brand new. I even changed the clothes I was wearing, into a close fitting but warm green sweater, with a pattern that looked like lace over the top in silver.

The jeans I were wearing were longer, and lower, leaving my midsection bare, from the bottom of my sweater to the top of my jeans, showing off my belly button, and my pale skin there. The jeans hugged my figure, and flared out, and reached all the way to the floor. They were a dark blue now, and had lost the worn look they had once had.

Smiling at my reflection in the mirror, I pulled out the little case I had brought with me, filled with my jewelry. I had a few necklaces, all a cheap imitation of silver, three bracelets, an anklet, and one headband, which was made of imitation silver links.

I laid them out before me, and firstly touched the necklace which had a fake green stone in it. The stone was small, barely a fleck. I saw the necklace that the image had created with my dress, and changed it. It was now real silver, with small, delicate links, and a rose pendant, with tiny green stones, real, I saw, in the leaves and stem, and tiny red ones in the flower bud.

I changed the rest of my jewelry, and put on my new real silver link charm bracelet, and my new silver chain link necklace with a small red cat charm. Smiling to myself at the result, I practically bounced out of the room, finding that everyone else had unpacked and was ready to find out what today's activity was.