A/N: I'm gonna do every part in lil bitty ole pieces. I plan on like using the club as a story tie, you know, because I really like this idea, and I wanna give it a go in all of the Fandoms, coz I have plans for the Ole Moulin, oh yes I do.

Laters Dearies!
-Damy

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The Dragon

Ginny Weasely looked all around her, shivering in the dark, the make-up on her face cold against her skin. Her frog, Rumples, made a kind of thump sound inside her jacket to make her know he was picking up on her vibes. She cooed to him, and looked down at her watch and tapped her foot impatiently.

"Where are they? It's fucking cold in here."

Suddenly she was face to face with Harry, Seamus, and her older brother Ron, all gothed out, Harry holding a shimmery blue cloak in his hand. They were all laughing at her, but her only response was to scream before she could snap her mouth shut and kill them. She got freaked out. It happens. (shrug) So, anyways, like I was talking about before, Ginny and Ron eyed each other nervously.

"Ron?"

"Ginny?"

"What are you doing?" they both asked at the same time.

"Clubbing." And snap went both their mouths at the same time.

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Dance Mix of the Sugar Plum Faeries played loudly whilst they chatted with the scary bouncer of the club. Then, they slipped inside, and stood in the lobby of the old mansion while Harry went to grab the Chizwigs. Ginny watched Ron eye the club nervously as she took a swig from her drink, the small thin ice cubes slipping between her teeth, reminding her of insects almost, like the roaches that infested thier house that year before Fred and George went away.

Finally, Harry came back, eyes shining at Ron and Seamus, a box full of the glittering oozing insects.

"Umm, what are those?" Ron said, his eyes looking skeptical.

"Chizwigs. A cross between a Chizpurfle and a Billywig. It gorges itself on Potions, and it can sting them out, mixing it with its own effects. They're a lot of fun. Want one, guys?"

"You only live once." he announced. "Now how do you work these?"

"Well, these are filled with Firulent Potion, and you attach them to your arms right above the vein, right there. Then, you goad it into stinging you."

And with that, Harry flicked it. It swelled up, then dug into his arm, and started pumping away, its sting going in and coming out of Harry's arm as he groaned in near orgasmic pleasure.

"God, yes... Aaah... That's the stuff!!"

Ginny shivered... She hated seeing the insect's sting going in and out of Harry's flesh, and when she saw Seamus licking away the blood, and the look between them, that magical look, the light in both of their eyes as they walked off, longing for Harry for herself permeated her senses. She started explaining to Ron's shocked face about their relationship.

"They're into blood sharing, Ron... They're into a lot of weird stuff. Anyways, go ahead and use some, Mum and Dad didn't tell us anything against 'em. Though I don't want to be stung."

She reached down to pat Rumples, but he was nowhere in sight. Ginny looked around for a sight of him as she exclaimed out loud her anger.

"Crap, crap, crap. Where'd my frog go?" she said, eyeing a suspicious yellow eye that winked at her from between someone's legs, and then sprang off in a flash of slimy green skin. Ginny stalked off after the frog, which turned around once or twice every now and then to see where she was, and to keep her hot on his trail. She heard the owner of the club start talking, and the crowd responding as she searched for her frog. She knew the procedure, all right. The white-haired man in the purple blazer with the green pants would come out, and announce about the formal dancing. Normally Ginny jumped at the chance, but this frog was important, and, if he had squirmed out of her grasp, and was leading her along, then there had to be a good reason. After all, this was the frog that had helped her find that pot of gold in their yard last year.

She saw him, finally, leap a big gigantic jump, into the arms of a person with exactly matching boots, with a blood red dragon on the interior of each. Ginny's had the exact same dragon, only silver. Unfortunately, her long skirt had prevented her from rising from her half-crouch stance, and she tumbled ungracefully in front of the boy.

"Need help?" he asked, and Ginny felt like that voice was so familiar.

//Do I know you from somewhere?
Why do you leave me wanting more?
Why do all the things I say sound like the stupid things I've said before?
Put your hand on my skin
Put your hand on my skin
Put your hand on my skin
Kiss me I'm dying...//

The music from the main attraction had started, and Ginny got up, and brushed herself off. She looked at the boy before her, and blushed as soon as she saw him look straight into her eyes. They were warm gray orbs, and he had long, flowing white hair that hung to about his shoulders. He had on a large black trenchcoat, and an ice blue T-shirt underneath it, that was stretched taught over his firm chest. He had on black denim pants, with about a million pockets and zippers everywhere, and he was pale, Ginny noticed, very, very pale. And, Ginny's eyes widened when the boots thing struck her.

//Put your hand on my skin
I close my eyes
I need to make a connection
I'm walking on a thin line
I close my eyes
I close my eyes//

"You know, this just goes to prove a point."

"And what is that?"

"Long skirts..." Ginny said, doing a half-curtsy, "Are not good for clubs, and they are not good for showing off fashion senses."

The boy looked at her quizzically, before she raised her skirt, and pointed to her boots, showing him the silver dragons. He laughed, and showed her his matching shoes, and then, they both burst into insane laughter.

"You're not... Like, on Chizwigs, are you?" the boy asked, hesitantly. He wiped some tears of laughter from his cheeks.

"Oh, no. I can't stand even the thought of a bug that size stinging me. And anyways, I don't need drugs to enhance my fun."

"Here, here!" the boy said, toasting her with her frog.

//Do I know you from somewhere...
Why do you leave me wanting more,
Why do all the things I say sound like the stupid things I've said before?//

"Waitaminit. Is this your frog?" he asked, holding up Rumples.

"Why yes. I'm sorry, he usually never runs away like that."

"He's very special. His name is Rumples, isn't it?" the boy asked, eyes raised curiously.

"Yeah. How'd you know?"

"He told me." he said, grinning. Then, the boy stroked the frog's chin with his finger, and the frog cooed.

"Well, here he is. He's all yours." the boy said, almost nervously, and he held the frog out for Ginny to take.

"Thank you..." she said, motioning with her hands for him to speak his name.

"My name? D..." he hesitated nervously, before thinking abut it. "Donavan."

"Virginia." she said, shaking his hands, which were warm and moist from the heat of the club.

"Inya." Donavan said, shortening it and smiling warmly. "I like that. Would you like to go get a drink or something?"

"Sure."

//Touch me I'm trying,
To see inside of your soul...
I've got this thing,
I've got to make a connection,
I'm not like this all the time,
You've got this thing,
You've got this thing,//

"The frog will have a Sparkling Spiders, I will have a Butterbeer, and the lady will have?" Donavan said, guesturing for Ginny to order.

"Oh, I guess I'll take a Butterbeer as well." she said, flustered at Donavan smiling at her.

"A Butterbeer."

The bartender nodded once, and handed them all their glasses.

"So, Inya, where do you go to school?"

"Around here. Hogwarts." she said, avoiding his eyes, which were making her blush.

"Mmm. I go to school around here as well." he said, smiling.

"What grade are you in?" Ginny asked, hesitantly.

"I'm in my 7th year."

"I'm in my 6th."

They each nodded, before the bartender tapped Donavan on the shoulder.

"It's almost time." he said simply. Donovan's eyes widened as he looked at his watch.

"Crap. I gatta go, Inya. This' been fun, okay?"

And ith that, he unglued Rumples from his head and handed him to Ginny, and then took off. Ginny sighed to herself as she idly pulled off some of the boy's hair from the frog's slimy feet, and then pocketed it. She walked with Rumples to where Seamus and Harry were, and drug them, still with blood on both their mouths, to where Sirius and Remus were, watching intently the dance floor. They all gawked open mouthed as they saw Ron spinning with the other boy. Ginny knew that the boy belonged to the club. Rumors spread that he sold himself to the head of the club, all because he wanted to forget his past. How much of that was true Ginny didn't know.

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Morning, in the Great Hall. Ginny stumbled on her boots again, and lost her frog, which bounded its way over towards the Slytherin table. With as much nerve as possible, she slowly got up and walked over to it, as the room fell silent and started staring at brother who was at the Hufflepuff table.

Ginny reached the table, and came face to face with, of all people, that slimy git Malfoy. He was holding the frog, and looked from it to Ginny in what would have been a confused and horrified look.

"Give me my frog, Malfoy." she said, very quietly, before Draco threw it at her.

The frog jumped down beneath the table, and Ginny barely caught it, when she noticed Draco's boots as he silently left the Great Hall. They had crimson dragons on them. And the frog had pulled out more hair from him again, and she compared last night's sample to this new one.

Draco was Donavan.

Ginny almost fainted.

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Not as long as my other chapters, but, hey, all I;m gonna say is that their relationship is going to last for a while, and I can afford to be frugal with her part of the story at the time. So there. (sticks tongue out)

-Damy