A/N: Here's chapter two!!!!!!!!!!!! Please excuse me if it's a bit…out there, I did it while eating a lot of dark chocolate….mmm.
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Chapter 2:
I'm tuggin' at my hair
I'm pulling at my clothes
I'm trying to keep my cool
I know it shows
I'm starting at my feet
My cheeks are turning red
I'm searching for the words inside my head
- "Things I'll Never Say", Avril Lavigne
Ginny collapsed on her bed sure she had made a decision that would forever change her life. Being cool meant stopping her "goodness", and she wasn't exactly sure how she was going to. All she knew was that no one liked her and she wanted to change that.
"GINNY!" Someone yelled stepping to the Gryffindor fifth year girls' dorm. Ginny shuddered.
"Yes?" She called out as quietly as she could.
"You idiot! I'm going to kill you! How dare you get me a detention for snogging with Dean?" Samantha Collins shouted at Ginny for the fourth time that week.
"P-Public displays of affection are against the rules…and you were ski-skipping class." Ginny stuttered, crawling off her bed, trying to put a safer distance between herself and her raging dorm mate. Oh dear, she thought, how am I ever going to change? It'll be so hard. I wonder why Draco told me to bring all of my clothes…
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Draco was coming down the corridors at break-neck speed. A few girls he saw waved, and he just nodded his head, barely acknowledging them. He was going down to the dungeons to meet Ginny Weasley. He raked his fingers through his hair and tightened his grip on the green army surplus bag he was carrying. He had no idea where to start on Ginny Weasley, everything about her screamed "nerd". The hardest thing to do was to get her to give up her Golden Girl routine.
He stopped at the door to the room that he was supposed to be meeting her in. He pushed open the door slowly and saw her sitting on one of the tables, swinging her legs childishly. Behind her sat a pile of clothes and she was biting her lip nervously.
"Well hello there Weasley." He greeted in a slow lazy drawl, setting his bag down on the table next to her; she jumped nervously.
"Hello," she said quietly keeping her head bowed.
"Lesson number one," Draco said walking in front of her. "Always look people in the eye when you're talking to them." She lifted her head. "And two, talk so you can be heard."
"Okay," she said looking him in her eye. He nodded approvingly and continued.
"We're going to have to do something about your clothes." He said looking her over, "And your hair," Ginny tugged on her hair self-consciously. "Your name, we need to change that too, it carries too much of your dorky image." Ginny nodded mutely. "You choose, it's either Ginger or Virginia."
Ginny cocked her head to the side thoughtfully, "Virginia." Draco pulled his wand out of his robes and pointed it at Ginny…erm…Virginia, and muttered some words. Ginny felt a tingling sensation on her scalp and brought her hands up to her head. She gasped when she touched her hair. It was silky soft and falling down in soft waves all the way down to her mid-back. Draco smirked and pulled a mirror out of his bag and handed it to her. She grinned happily at her reflection. Draco told her the spell to keep her hair like that and told her she needed to do it every morning.
"Now your glasses," Ginny frowned…her glasses? "Can you see without them?"
Ginny blushed a deep crimson and mumbled something inaudible. "Remember," Draco boomed, "eye contact and speak clearly, you want people to hear what you have to say." He sighed tiredly.
"They have clear lenses, they don't do anything." Ginny said squirming from her perch on the table; Draco made a mental note to get her to quit fidgeting.
Draco laughed, "Did you think that by having glasses Potter would want you?"
Ginny glared at him, "I had to try something."
"Take them off," Draco commanded. Ginny obliged and set them on the table. Draco picked them up and dropped them on the floor. He brought his heel down on them, and heard a satisfying crunch. Ginny winced. "As for your clothes…get off the table," Ginny slipped off and he walked around her mumbling some spells. She looked down at herself; her skirt was now black and at least three inches shorter…maybe more. Her shoes were tall bots and her blouse was tighter and also black. Draco loosened her tie so it hung limply around her neck. "Okay…" he stepped over to her pile of clothes and transfigured everything to suit his taste.
"Uh," Ginny started, "Isn't this against the dress code?" She asked motioning towards what she was wearing and what he had done to her clothes.
"No one will be able to tell if you keep your robes on when you're supposed to," he growled out.
"I didn't know you were so good a transfiguration," she said playing with the hem of her skirt.
"Not many people know anything about me." He turned back to her from the clothes, "What do you know about make-up?"
"Make-up?" She parroted.
"Yea, the stuff girls put on their faces." Draco said reaching into his bag again.
"Nothing," Ginny said truthfully, and Draco groaned.
"I don't know much, but I guess we can work it out," he said gruffly pulling some make-up out of his bag: eyeliner pencils, eye shadow, mascara, blush, and lipstick. Ginny eyed it all warily, not sure what all of that was supposed to do for her. Draco picked up a black eyeliner pencil and started towards Ginny with it. "Sit back down on the table," he ordered. Ginny gulped and slid back onto the table.
"Will this hurt?" She asked, wide-eyed.
He smirked evilly, "Only if you don't hold still."
"How do you know anything about make-up?" Ginny asked curiously.
"I watched my mother put it on when I was younger." He answered simply. "Now be quiet and let me concentrate." Ginny shut her mouth. "Keep your eyes open." Draco began to trace the outline of her eyes with the pencil, while Ginny held a white-knuckled grasp on the edge of the table. Draco finished and stepped back to survey his work, and nodded appreciatively. "Next…what do we put on next?" He held up the mascara and eye shadow.
Ginny wrinkled her eye brows and looked at each, "That one?" She asked pointing to the eye shadow palette. Draco shrugged and nodded, stepping closer to Ginny to begin his work again.
"Close your eyes." He said looking at the colors. He picked a dark purple and colored the corner of her eyes with it, then filled in the spaces with a lighter purple, he sat back a bit and looked. "That'll have to do for now, I'm not a girl so I have no idea of what I'm doing." He smirked at her as she paled; worried that she would look even worse than she did when she entered the dungeons. "Don't worry, it doesn't look that bad." She pawed around her on the table looking for the mirror; Draco pulled it up and held it in-between his fingers. "Uh-uh, you can't see until I'm finished."
"Why not?" Ginny whined.
"Because I said so," Draco said setting the mirror back in his bag, where Ginny couldn't get to it. "Now hold still, eyes open." Draco picked up the mascara and looked at it curiously, he raised an eyebrow at Ginny questioningly; she shrugged. He unscrewed it a pulled the wand out of the tube, he held it close to her lashes with a steady hand. "Blink," he said quietly. Ginny blinked and her eye lashes slid against the wand, Draco moved to the other eye, "Blink." Ginny did it again, and Draco pulled his hands away. She was getting ready to blink again, more pointedly this time but Draco said, "Stop! Don't blink like that; I think it smears all over the place if you do." So Ginny was stuck in mid-blink letting the mascara dry.
"Can I blink now?" She asked, her eyes burning. Draco frowned.
"Sure, blink all you want." Ginny sighed and blinked. He held up the blush and a brush. "I think this goes on your cheeks, but you don't need it, yours are usually pink anyways." He smirked at her meanly. And Ginny rolled her recently darkened eyes. Draco grinned, "Well at least you look better. It's going to be a lot harder to work on the Good Girl attitude of yours."
"I'm not that good." Ginny said, biting her lip.
"Yes, yes you are." Draco said picking up the lipstick. He pulled of the cover and slid it up revealing a dark red, not fire engine red, but more of a purplish red. Ginny looked at it and wrinkled her nose.
"I'm going to look bruised and battered by the time your done." Ginny said crossing her arms across her chest.
Draco chuckled, "Just like I like my girls." Ginny's eyes widened, he liked bruised and battered girls? She shivered, and closed her eyes. "Pucker up," Ginny's eyes flew open and she regarded him warily. "For the lipstick," he explained. Ginny tried to pucker her lips but just ended up laughing. "Stop," Draco said grinning. She tried again, but ended up giggling again.
"I can't help it, I feel stupid." She said still laughing and holding her hands to clutch her aching sides.
Draco rolled his eyes, "Just do it." Ginny puckered her eyes sparkling trying to keep herself from bursting out and laughing. He applied her lipstick for her. "Okay, um…rub your lips together or something like that," he looked confused as he was saying it.
"Rub my lips together?" Ginny asked, just as confused.
"Yes, I think it, well I don't know, I've just seen girls do that after they put it on," he put the cap back on the lipstick and reached for the mirror out of his bag. Ginny did the lip rub thingy.
"Can I see what you've done to me now?" She asked pathetically.
"Don't say it like that, you wanted me to do this if I recall correctly." Draco said handing her the mirror.
A/N: Okie-dokie folks, that's where I'm leaving it. *steals Draco's smirk* I hope you liked it, so far. I haven't gotten any of the next chapter done but I'll work on it as soon as I can. I probably won't be able to post until Sunday or Monday because my dad is going to do some work on our computers and stuff, *sighs*. But I'll try to update as soon as possible.
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