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A few minutes after meeting her friends in the Entrance Hall, Ginny nervously knocked on Snape's door.

"Enter!"

She slowly opened the door and stepped inside. Snape was sitting behind his desk, arms folded across his chest. Standing next to Snape was Hermione, with a look to kill. Sitting on hard chairs in front of the desk were Harry and Blaise, who looked extremely confused and worried.

"Miss Weasley, please take a seat." Ginny quickly scuttled into the spare chair next to Harry. "Now, Miss Weasley, have you got anything to say?"

"No Professor," she answered meekly.

"No? Nothing? You have nothing to say to Mr Potter or Mr Zabini?" Snape shot a vicious glare at the girl.

"No Professor."

Snape shook his head. "Shame. You see, Miss Weasley, before you arrived, Miss Granger and myself explained the whole situation to these two. They already know what you did. But they both decided to give you the chance to admit what you did before they...decide what to do with you. Miss Granger, boys." Snape stood up and left the room, leaving an awkward silence in his wake.

Ginny stared at her feet, trying to ignore the three pairs of eyes boring into her.

"Ginny," she heard Harry say. His voice was extremely calm. "Ginny, look at me."

She lifted her head and looked into Harry's green eyes.

"Ginny, I'm not angry, honest. I just want to know why."

Ginny took a deep breath. "I don't know, Harry. I saw you and Blaise, and I felt jealous."

"Jealous?" Blaise whispered. "Why?"

"Because I've fancied you. I wanted you last year, but you were a Slytherin and I wasn't. And I'm a Weasley, a blood traitor. I didn't know how you would react. And then, this year, you were so close to me. I thought I'd have a chance. And then you got with Harry, and Draco and I were pissed."

"Draco?" Hermione asked.

Ginny nodded. "He fancies, or at least fancied, Harry. He was cleverer than me though, and moved on as soon as you two happened. But you know me, Harry. I'm a stubborn bitch at times. And at the time, I didn't know how serious you two were, but when I realised, I was halfway through making the potions. I thought it was worth a shot. I didn't know how much it would affect you, Harry. I'm sorry. I really am." Ginny started to cry.

"Come here," Harry whispered, hugging Ginny tightly. "I forgive you. But," he let go of her. "If you ever do anything like this again, you won't have to deal with me and Blaise. You'll have to deal with the Dark Lord. Understand?" Ginny nodded. "Good. Hermione, take that spell off Ginny's face – she's been through enough. We all have. Now let's go to the dorms. And quickly! I've got to see Draco in a dress!"

*

"I can't believe I'm doing this!" Draco cried. He was standing in the middle of the girls' dorm. Harry and Blaise were lying on one of the beds, watching Draco intently, tears of laughter streaming down their faces. Dean stood behind Draco, with a look of pure lust on his face. Hermione, Ginny, Tiggy and Pansy surrounded Draco with an incredible amount of makeup and clothes surrounding them.

"Oh, come on, Drakie," Dean said mirthfully. "You look gorgeous." A pause. "Best looking tranny I've ever seen!" Dean squealed as Draco hit him.

"Done!" Pansy exclaimed, stepping back. "Look!" She conjured up a mirror. Draco looked in it and screamed.

"I look horrible!"

"Really, Draco?" Pansy asked innocently. "I think you look beautiful."

"What?! Have you gone blind?! My hair is still pink, you've covered my face in Merlin knows what, and frankly, this skirt doesn't go with the shirt. And I though girls had good taste!" He grinned.

"Draco, do you realise how gay you sound?" Tiggy tittered.

"All the time, my dear Antigone."

"Pansy," Dean said. "Come here a minute." Pansy looked bemused as she walked into a corner with the boy, who whispered quickly to her. She giggled. Pansy then headed to her trunk and rummaged around for something. She handed it to Dean before they went back to Draco.

Dean leant in to Draco's ear. "When you're done," he whispered. "Come up to our dorm. I'll be waiting for you." He kissed Draco on the lips before leaving.

"OK, girls," Pansy said clearly. "This time, let's do it properly. And let's make him sexy."

*

Half an hour later, Draco opened the door to the boy's room and gasped. The room was dark, lit only by the candles in the walls.

"Dean?" he whispered.

"I'm on your bed," his boyfriend replied. Draco walked over to the bed, which had its curtains drawn. He slowly pulled them back and gasped again.

"What are you wearing?" he asked Dean.

Dean smiled. "I could ask you the same thing. Stand back, let me have a look at you." Draco held out his arms and turned on the spot. Dean couldn't believe the beauty that stood in front of him. The girls had cut his hair back to its original length. They had dressed him in a green corset, sucking his sides in and pushing up his breasts, that no matter how he tried, he couldn't get rid of. Below his waist were the shortest skirt Dean had ever seen and a pair of thigh high leather boots.

"You look fucking gorgeous, Draco."

"As do you, Dean. Tell me, that nightdress – Pansy's?"

"Yep, what do you think?"

"You look so hot. Red's definitely your colour."

"Come here and let me ravish you."

Draco leapt on top of Dean and crushed their lips together. Their tongues danced as hungry hands admired each other's bodies. One of Draco's hands slowly stroked Dean's thigh. He suddenly broke the kiss.

"You shaved your legs?"

Dean grimaced. "Waxed. Hurt like a bitch."

"It's smooth. It's hot." Draco ran his tongue up Dean's left leg, and down the other. Dean's dress started to tent.

"Ooo," Draco teased. "Seems like someone likes that."

Dean grabbed Draco round his waist and flipped him onto his back. Draco could feel Dean's hot breath on his face as the black boy leant in close.

"We're going to have the best sex anyone has ever had in the history of sex," Dean panted. "Because I love you Draco. I can't wait to marry you. I want to be with you forever. I want tonight to be hot, and long, and sweaty, sticky, sweet sex that neither of us will ever forget." He leant in to kiss Draco, who pressed two fingers to Dean's lips.

"I love you too, Dean. I never want to be apart from you. I want to marry you and live with you and have your babies."

"You want my babies?"

"Why wouldn't I? Harry and Blaise can't wait for theirs. I can't wait for ours. If there wasn't a war, I'd want one now."

"There's no harm in trying, is there?" Dean asked, smiling. "I'd love to have a baby with you, and who cares if I'm only 16 and you're only 15?"

"Really? You want a baby now too?"

"I want everything now with you. I love you."

"I love you too."

"Good." Dean smiled again before leaning closer to Draco. He whispered in his ear. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk properly for weeks. And you'll never forget it."

*

The end of another nice chapter! Update will come soon!

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