Disclaimer: *Standing in front of a Guillotine…in France…during the Jacobin era (Reign of Terror) * "You think you can accuse me of owning the Harry Potter characters? Ha. Think again! :*Throws book at executioner* He is knocked out. *Running away.* *Trip over large dress.* *Run away again.* *People start to chase.* *Random picks up book.* "Stop! We're wrong! This young fille is innocent, look! *Shows book that clearly states: "by J." on it.* Crowd mutters chorus of "Drats" "Darn" "Bloody 'ell" "Sacre bleu." Etc. Crowd disperses, young girl is saved.

BTW: In less words then the first disclaimer, I'd like to say that there are also a few words/references that I got from the Confessions of Georgia Nicholson by Louise Rennison. Any madnosity, volumosity, bouncibility, incidents with boy entrancers, etc, belong to the most hilarious author I've ever read books by.

A/N: Hehe. I wrote this chapter whilst out in the wilderness. (Seriously.) (Really! I was camping!....and even though there are trailers and electricity and running water, it is still the wilderness!) (There wasn't even internet access!) (Rephrase: There wasn't any free internet access…) (I win.) (Llama.)


PAR-TAY!

The weeks had flown by. Ginny was a busy one; she had Quidditch practice almost everyday. (As Draco always managed to steal the pitch from other teams… that naughty boy.) She had to admit that even though Draco was like a drill sergeant on the pitch, the team was benefitting from it. They looked pretty damn good. Won't our little Gryffindors be surprised when we totally slaughter them! Ginny had worked hard to keep her position on the Slytherin team a secret. It was an unwritten rule in the Slytherin house never to disclose the team members to anyone until after the first game, so Ginny wasn't having any problems there. Luna and Hermione knew and they would never tell anyone. But there was the problem of practice. Draco had pulled some strings *cough* Snape *cough* to ensure that they had closed practices, meaning that only team members were allowed on the pitch. But the ever faithful Harry-worshiper, Colin Creevey, had tried all sorts of tactics to snap pictures of the Slytherin team. He never got close enough to personally see Ginny but she feared that, upon close examination of the photographs, her identity would become apparent. For that reason, more than once had Colin found that the film in his camera had mysteriously disintegrated. Ginny giggled at the memory as she made her way towards the Slytherin common rooms after classes had ended one day.

"Weaslette."

"What, Ferret?"

"There's a party in the Slytherin common room tonight to get pumped up for the start of the Quidditch season. As a member of the team, you have to be there. Some randoms might sneak in firewhiskey, but no team members are allowed to have any. Our first game is tomorrow and it's against Gryffindor. We can't afford for anyone to be hung over. Is that clear?"

"Calm down. I don't drink."

"Good."

"Yupp…"

"So, 7:15, meet outside of our private common room. The whole team will enter the party together."

"7:15. Got it."

Draco turned to leave, but quickly turned back, a smirk on his face. "Oh, and Weasley."

"Yeah?"

"I don't know what kind of parties you noble Gryffs have, but this is a Slytherin party. Wear Muggle clubbing clothes."

Ginny rolled her eyes and walked away shouting, "Sure thing," over her shoulder.

--

"Hermione!"

"Yeah, Gin? I'm in my room."

Ginny burst into Hermione's dorm and flung herself on the bed. "I need your help."

"OK…How'd you get in here anyways?"

Ginny shrugged her shoulders. "Threatened some first year with my wand. It's amazing how useful they can be; gave me the Gryffindor password right away."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "What do you need help with?"

"What are Muggle clubbing clothes? I need some."

"Ginny! Do you want Ron to piss himself? Trust me, the clothes Luna and I transfigured for you were plenty enough to get his attention."

"This isn't about getting Ron mad. I have to attend a party. Muggle clubbing clothes are the required wear."

"Oh. OK, then. I'll see what I've got."

Ginny watched her friend rummage through her trunk. She heard a soft gasp.

"Oh Merlin, Gin!" Hermione began with a squeal. "I've got the perfect outfit for you. It's even Slytherin colours!" The brown-haired witch proceeded to produce a pair of black booty shorts and a green halter top. "Quick! Try it on."

Moments later, Ginny stood in front of the full length mirror her friend had conjured up. The green halter top had a loose, plunging neckline that almost reached her belly button. There was a silver clasp that fastened over the bare skin just beneath her… *ahem* ladies, to prevent any wardrobe malfunctions. There was green sequined detailing along the halter straps and down the risqué neckline. Ginny turned to look at the back. All looked good until her gaze travelled downwards. "HERMIONE!"

"Yes, Gin?"

"My arse is barely covered by these shorts! Scratch that. It isn't covered! There's a little peeking out the bottom!"

"That's the way they're supposed to be. Great for dancing, no restrictions."

"I would consider my arse falling out a restriction."

Hermione sighed. "It won't fall out, trust me. The Muggles who designed them knew what they were doing."

"And you know this from first hand experience, Hermione?"

Hermione's cheeks reddened. "That is another story for another time. We have to hurry and do your hair and makeup. You said you have to be there are 7:15 right?"

"Yupp."

"I'll get Luna to grab us something for dinner. We don't have time to go down there. I'll recruit Lavender as well. I can do hair but Merlin knows she's far better at make-up then I am."

A little while later Lavender and Hermione were putting on the finishing touches. Hermione sprayed something called "Shimmer Hairspray" over Ginny's head while Lavender brushed some shimmering power she called "Secret Weapon" over Ginny's shoulders, back, and chest.

Ginny looked in the mirror. Lavender had gone for the smokey-eyed look on Ginny's eyes and added crystal sequins to the outside corner of each one. Her lashes were long and dramatic…after a million and two coats of mascara. Lavender had also put some shimmering lipgloss on Ginny's lips and, according to the blonde, "the sheen was delectable." Then there was her hair. Hermione had done it. It was a disarray of wild, untamed curls for maximum volumosity and bouncibility. It sparkled in the light due to Hermione's hairspray. Overall, Ginny loved it.

"Thanks so much, you guys!"

Hermione laughed. "Now for the piece de resistance." The witch quickly produced a pair of black stilettos. Before Ginny could protest, Hermione shoved them in her hands and pushed her out the door. "Better run, Gin. You're going to be late." The last Hermione saw before slamming the door closed was a damn sexy Ginny wearing a speechless expression. Hermione leaned her back against the door while facing Lavender, an entirely different expression taking hold of her features. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Hermione smirked.

--

Ginny rushed out of the common room ignoring everyone she saw…although she did hear someone shout, in a voice very similar to Ron's.

"That wasn't my sister, was it? Please say that wasn't my sister! ...Bloody 'ell." Thump

Ginny ran though the corridors pausing only outside of the Slytherin portrait to slip on her stilettos. Quickly she rushed in and made her way to the meeting place.

--

Draco was looking around him whilst checking names off a checklist. Only the primary players had to meet here and enter together so it wasn't a very long list. "OK," he muttered, "Crabbe and Goyle are here, Zabini is here, Nott is here, Blythe is here, Weasley is… Where's Weasley?!" Just then the redhead rushed up.

"Here, Ferret. Don't get your knickers in a twist."

Draco was about to retort when he gave her a full up and down. Damn, Weaslette looks sexy.

Meanwhile, Ginny was thinking the same thing, but about Draco. Damn. Draco was wearing Muggle jeans, and a form fitting black t-shirt. Sadly, for Ginny anyways, it showed off his toned biceps and back. Even his much to die for abs were clearly defined. Damn.

"Take a picture; it will last longer, Weaslette."

Ginny closed her gaping mouth but smirked. "I could say the same thing to you, Ferret." Ginny looked around and also noticed she could say the same thing to the rest of the team. "What? Has no one here seen a girl before? Better get over it soon or you're gonna get killed by Gryffindor tomorrow."

The Slytherin team members quickly looked away, slightly reddened. Draco rolled his eyes.

Suddenly the shrill voice of Pansy Parkinson was heard. "Drakie! Drakie! DRAKIEEEE!" She emerged in what would be her definition of a sexy Muggle clubbing outfit. Ginny repressed a giggle. Pansy was wearing a black corseted bodice and black, tight, sequined shorts. When I say sequined, I mean sequined. As in, entirely made up of sequins. Fishnets emerged on her not quite so long legs. For makeup she put on false eyelashes and blood red lipstick. It wouldn't have been quite so bad, though still rather prostitute-ish, if it hadn't been for the fact that she was still in denial about the pounds she had gained due to all the chocolate she had eaten the last time Draco had broken up with her. (Not that they'd been going out, as Draco kept reminding). It wasn't that Pansy was fat… She just wasn't as thin as she had been. In any event, the corset top was done up too tight and the shorts were just too small resulting in a bulge protruding between the top and the shorts… And over the top… and under the shorts…

"Oh Drakie! I just wanted to see you before you came out. So you know what to look for on the dance floor." She flashed him a wink. Unfortunately, due to the false eyelashes she was wearing, the glue caused her eye to get stuck and she had to pry it open with her fingers. She then approached him and proceeded to trail her fingers "seductively" over his chest.

"Don't worry Drakie," she began, in a breathy voice, "I'll save you a dance or two." With that she flounced off. Ginny supposed it was her attempt at being mysterious. As Pansy was walking away, Ginny head Draco mutter, "Good luck getting a dance or two." Ginny's traitorous mouth emitted a giggle. Thankfully, the music started to play just then. After a quick song, the Slovakian Slytherin who was appointed DJ, Ravac Ssendam announced, "And now, I give you, this year's starting line up!!!"

Apparently that was the cue. The team began to strut out. Ginny joined in, putting the stilettos to good use. If it had been anyone else, this entrance would have looked slightly cheesy, but the icy cool Slytherins managed to pull it off. A loud cheer greeted them.

Wow, Slytherins really go all out. The common room was set to look like a night club. It was dark except for the strobe lights, and there were tables and stools around the perimeter; the entire middle was clear for dancing. And dancing there was. Ginny could not believe the amount of Slytherins that had attended the party and –Merlin forbid –were showing team spirit. The DJ announced the next song and the Slytherins cheered loudly. Those who did not come with dates began searching for new partners.

"Drakieeee!"

Ginny heard Draco mutter some obscene word under his breath. Blaise gave Draco a sympathetic look, but the dark haired Slytherin was already being dragged away by some random raven haired girl.

"Drakieee!" The sound came again, this time closer.

Draco turned to look at Ginny, desperation and contemplation on his face.

"Weaslette," said the blonde, practically with a growl.

"Yes, Draco?" Ginny replied, smiling sweetly.

"Will you…"

"Will I what, Draco?"

"Willyoucomedancewithmeplease."

"What was that? The music is loud, you're going to have to speak up." Yes, Ginny Weasley was enjoying this.

Draco was about to bail, figuring it wasn't worth it, when Pansy's face emerged from the crowd. Her eyes met his.

"Damn it, Weasley! Dance with me!"

"Say please."

Draco literally growled this time. "Please, Weaslette."

"Sure, I'm delighted you asked."

Draco rolled his eyes and grabbed her arm, maneuvering her into the throngs of dancing teenagers.

"Weaslette."

"Yes?"

"How much experience do you have with grinding?"

"Can't say I've ever done it before."

Draco sighed. "I'll lead. Just don't hex my balls off, okay?"

Ginny was confused. "Okay…"

The next thing she knew, Draco had maneuvered her so her back was to him and his hands were on the front of her hips. His hips were grinding into her arse. Guess that's why they call it grinding.

"Just move your hips with mine, all right, Weaslette?"

"Okay…" Ginny uncertainly started swaying her hips.

"That's fine. Just as long as we both look like we're enjoying ourselves, Pansy won't have an excuse to drag me through her 'I'm a hooker' dance moves."

Ginny couldn't help but laugh. "Have you been perfecting this technique?"

"I've got it down to a fine art. I honestly don't know what is going through her head. We've never gone out, yet I've 'broken up' with her over 14 times."

"Must be tough being a Slytherin Sex God."

Draco sighed, "It sure is, it requires a lot of effort."

"I'm sure."

"Why must you be so sarcastic? Being a Slytherin Sex God is a serious topic! My good looks, my sex appeal, my wit and wisdom, my large-"

"Large ego, self-importance, conceit, arrogance, pomposity… priggishness…"

"And my large-"

"Large lack of kindness, humility…"

"Let's not forget my large-"

"Prick!"

Ginny turned towards the shout heard. A tall brunette was the source of the noise. She was gesturing wildly towards a certain Theodore Nott. Apparently Nott had attempted to… acquaint… himself with Natalie's backside. This female Slytherin was having none of that. Ginny stifled another giggle. Wow, seems that's all I'm doing these days. Who knew Slytherins were so amusing.

Draco, who was currently in very close contact with the redhead, felt her non-emitted giggle, but he too was smirking at the situation. With one final, dramatic finger waggling, the brunette skipped over to Ginny just as the song ended. Draco and Ginny broke apart.

"Hey Gin!" The brunette greeted enthusiastically. Natalie had thrown Slytherin colours to the wind and was wearing a cute purple mini dress that reached mid thigh and adorable purple pumps.

"Hey!"

A faint cry of "Drakieee!" was heard in the background. Draco muttered something unintelligible under his breath . "Ladies, you have just decided you are very thirsty and want me to accompany you to get a drink." Rather forcefully, Draco grabbed the arms of the two girls standing in front of him, steered them towards a table and plunked them down. He returned in seconds with mango juice.

Ginny took a sip. "Mango juice? Out of every drink possible in the world, Slytherins have mango juice."

Neither Natalie nor Draco seemed to grasp the humour of this fact.

A different blonde did though. Kettie, appeared out of nowhere. "Teehee! Mango… haha!" She started bobbing about in her lime green outfit. Ginny mentally wondered if someone had spiked her drink. Natalie seemed to notice Ginny's contemplation.

"Don't worry, she's like this all the time. Actually I lied, it's much worse when she has Muggle Root Beer."

Ginny snorted unbecomingly as memories of the past fluttered through her mind. [That one was for Aleesha.] "Yes, that Muggle Root Beer can really be a killer."

The song that had been playing during their little break ended. Blaise appeared, another tall Slytherin by his side. Ginny recognized him as Caden Blythe, one of her fellow chasers. Blaise appeared breathless, Caden wasn't in much better shape.

"Gah! You must help us! The twins, Anastasia and Antoinette have set their sights on us! I fear anything with a bunny tail!"

Caden voiced his opinion. "They're a couple of bloody tarts!"

A new song started. Terror was all around as not one, but three voices were heard.

"Drakiee!"

"Blaisikinns!"

"Cadipoo!"

Without thinking each of the boys snatched the female nearest them and dragged them to the dance floor with speed. In a circle - no, triangle (for added protection) the couples started dancing. Ginny was with Draco once more, Blaise with Kettie and Caden with Natalie.

As soon as the song ended the three boys yelled out, "Pass the female!"

Ginny found herself dancing with Blaise, Kettie with Caden and Natalie with Draco. They continued this way for most of the night. By the time the last song was announced the girls had made four trips around the circle and found themselves back where they had originally started. Ginny couldn't believe the fun she had had that night. Never, not once, had she expected Slytherins were so much fun to hang around. As the final, slow song began, Ginny turned to wrap her arms around Draco's neck. They swayed together gently, Ginny in complete denial about the way her body was responding, and Draco in complete denial about how good it felt to hold the damn Weaslette in his arms.


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