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And now (drum roll please) without further ado, chapter 2!

Chapter Two: Dirty Dancing

That summer three years ago …

Looking out through the hallway window, a sixteen year old girl saw the sun melting into the horizon, blending with the atmosphere and making the world look like it was on fire. Everything darkened in its path, throwing shadows here and there across the vast expanse of England's rolling hills and moors. It was one of those unique sunsets where the sky is completely pink and orange with no sights of yellow or blue anywhere to be seen. To even someone who lived there for eighty some odd years, a sunset in England still looked as beautiful as the first day that person saw it.

A large sigh escaped the mouth of a relatively average height redheaded girl from a relatively average hallway in her relatively average … or her relatively un-average house in the middle of nowhere. Ugh! I can't believe they're making me do this! I swear that I'm never, ever singing in the shower room again! thought Ginny Weasley as she stomped angrily down the hallway and into her bright yellow room where she oh-so-disgracefully slammed her door, making the whole rickety house shake and some cracks appear across her bedroom ceiling.

"Ginny!" shouted the abnormally tall red-headed boy downstairs as he sat on a couch reading (or if one can even call it that) the newest addition of Playwitch, which he quickly hid under the seat cushions thinking that Ginny was coming downstairs.

"What!?!" the sixteen year old girl angrily replied as her hands balled into fists shaking with fury and stared up at her ceiling finally noticing the very obvious cracks in it. Damn house.

"Don't slam the doors! We're leaving soon and mom and dad aren't home!" Ron said as he delicately retrieved his extremely addictive porno magazine out from the cushions and flipped to his favorite page - the centerfold - as he turned the magazine vertically and stared hormonally at the picture. He figured it was safe, thinking that Ginny was in her room and not going anywhere near him. "I don't want the house collapsing while they're gone 'cause you know they'll blame me … not you of course … and … um" he mumbled as the picture finally got to him and his brain, like all boys, went to mush and could not control what he said, "don't … uh come down here. I'm … uh … changing."

"Oh sod off!" shouted Ginny, walking around her room and coming to a stop in front of the stereo, which her dad gave her for her birthday last year. Like every muggle artifact in the house, her dad made it run on magic. "Besides," she continued yelling while putting in the CD with the song that she SO did not want to sing tonight and played with the buttons on the CD player, "you couldn't even give a shit if this house fell down." A silent pause erupted through the house as the wheels turned in Ginny's head. Don't come down there? Changing? No one in the Weasley household changed out right in the living room. "Ron," Ginny said turning away from the stereo with an omniscient look on her face. After living in a household with seven brothers, she knew one of their favorite hobbies to do … especially when no one was watching. "Ronniekins … what are you doing?"

Flustered, Ron snapped out of his daze and shoved the dirty magazine under the couch again. "No - no - nothing!!!!!"

"Really, now?" replied Ginny knowing exactly what her brother was doing. "Anyway, Ronniekins … I don't want to be late for the party, and if you keep looking at the damn Playwitch catalogue -"

" - I am not looking at that!"

"I'll probably never get you away from it and we'll get to Lav's house when everyone's leaving!!! So put whatever witch is on the damn centerfold away and get dressed for the party … now!" shouted the petite girl from upstairs as she pressed the play button on the CD player.

"Ginny! You've gotta believe me! I was not looking -"

But Ron couldn't continue for a song, which knowing Ginny was being played at maximum volume, rang through the house, shaking it even more than the door that was slammed earlier. Everything was moving about from the base's pulse, down to the couch that Ron sitting on in the living room. It kept shifting from left to right and jumping up and down, throwing Ron's body hither and tither.

"GINNY WEASLEY!!!!! YOU LOWER THAT MUSIC NOW!!!!" shouted the exasperated teen as a rather large base pulse made the couch jump higher than normal, thus throwing Ron across it. "GIIINNNNNYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Of course, Ginny didn't hear him.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Ginny really did not want to listen to her hormonal brother anymore. Quite frankly, he was becoming annoying lately, especially running after her best friend, whose party was tonight, and such.

She also couldn't believe that Lavender and Parvati were making her doing this. They actually threatened her and said that they would die her hair bright blue if she didn't! What best friends they were.

Despite common theory, Ginny Weasley was actually quite popular, and she was most definitely not a tag-along to the trio: Ron, Harry, and Hermione. Instead, they were close friends of hers, particularly Hermione, who was not as nerdy as everyone thought she was and was actually one of her more fun and eccentric friends. The trio and Ginny hung out a lot over the summer, especially now that the war was over and everything could hopefully become peachy again in the wizarding world … which brings us back to the party … or more frankly, the abnormally large amounts of them since Voldemort's defeat.

Last year at Hogwart's was probably one of the worst years in wizarding history. It was Ginny's fifth year and the trio's sixth. That's when things became horrible. Voldemort was as powerful as ever with a growing number of supporters and death eaters. His forces infiltrated almost every corner of England and in some areas of France, Germany, and Spain, making Hogwarts become the leading center for protection against them and of The Phoenix, the society of Dumbledore's followers who were against Voldemort. Everyday, more people piled into the castle and everyday, more wings were built to house them. Just as the castle became overcrowded to the point where a new one had to be built, enemy forces attacked the school, the one safeplace in the wizarding world. They finally broke through the wards that the headmaster put up to protect it and barged open the doors to the castle, running through the hallways, killing and murdering whoever was in their path. Luckily, the Phoenixes were ready, recruiting students in the school who supported them. Ginny, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and … to everyone's surprise … Draco were just some of the students involved in the rebellion. No one really understood why Draco was helping … or rather no one wanted to. But he helped none the less. Unforgivable curses and hexes were fired everywhere. Hundreds were injured … hundreds were killed, including those who were close to Ginny and the trio like Seamus and Hagrid. Eventually, all of the death eaters in the school were killed, and as the smoke cleared, those left standing were most of the Hogwart's students, Dumbledore, and Voldemort. Even with all of his forces either stunned or killed, he still tried to continue to fight although highly outnumbered. With curses coming at him from all directions, he was finally killed … and it was not only Harry who had killed him. It was the whole school and the Phoenixes working together.

So Voldemort was dead and all throughout the wizarding world, wizards and witches released sighs of relief.

And the late night parties began. If someone thought that a wildly, out-of-control bachelor's party was the most boisterous kind ever seen, it was nothing compared to the ones after Voldemort's final defeat … and most of them weren't even planned. For instance, say some innocent little teenage witch was having a quaint little slumber party at her house for three or four of her girlfriends. Somehow, word would get out about this, and ten minutes after the first girls arrive, a bunch of wizards and witches would be at the girl's door with kegs of Ogden's Firewhiskey Beer heaved over their shoulders. And, well, there was no way of stopping them. They would herd into your house like a pack of cows and mow you over at the door. If you tried to get one of them out, more would just show up. So, sooner or later, you would be stuck with a bunch of drunk people dancing to booty music in every corner of your home … and all you could do was wait until around three in the morning when they started piling out. Luckily, if your friends weren't drunk too, they'd help with the clean up.

Tonight was one of those parties and although school would be starting again in a week, the fun since the beginning of the summer was still in full swing. However, Lavender's party was actually one of the rare ones that were planned. She sent owls out with invitations, but everyone knew that it would turn into an open house anyway.

And at this one, Ginny had to do something she really did not want to. She had to sing … in front of everybody! Ginny had a beautiful voice that, before the incident in the shower room, she would never reveal to anybody except her family. Not even Harry, who she finally, after dating for two months, could not see herself in a relationship with, knew about it. Ginny would have loved to keep it that way if it were not for that urge that she had one day to sing in the girl's shower room during her shower. Ginny thought that no one else would take a shower at three in the morning, so she decided to sing. But Ginny was wrong … very wrong. She forgot that her best friend Lavender went to clubs and came back at around this time. So, when Lavender came into the shower room to wash the club's cigarette smoke out of her hair, she heard a girl singing in one of the stalls and noticed that the voice sounded very similar to Ginny's. Later that day, Lavender confronted her about it, and Ginny, being the horrible liar that she was, stuttered when she tried to deny it. Lavender knew about her voice … and Lavender was going to have fun knowing about it.

During the summer, Ginny received a letter from her best friend, telling her about the party, that she had a huge plan for herself, Ginny, and Parvati, and to meet her at her house later to go over it. Ginny went and found out that her and her two best friends were doing a singing/dancing number and that if Ginny refused, they'd die her hair electric blue when she wasn't looking. Knowing Lavender and Parvati, they weren't lying, too. Ginny really didn't mind the song … actually, she heard it before and like it a lot. It was the "plan" and the dance routine that made her quite anxious. In the middle of the song, the three of them would separate, find a guy in the audience, and do some … well … very interesting dancing with them that was along the lines of a lap dance only standing up. Ginny had no choice but to agree to it unless she wanted to look like a half mutated blue jay.

Well Ginny thought if people are going to hear me sing, I better get it right. So, she played the CD with the song that she and her two friends were singing and dancing to that night at maximum volume as she went over the routine.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Ron and Ginny arrived by floo to the party at around nine as it started to get into full swing. Lavender, to Ginny's embarrassment because of her poor upbringing, came from money and therefore had her party in the huge ballroom in her house. The whole room was relatively dark except for the hanging white lights on the walls and the lasers magically attached to the ceiling, which threw different colors on the dance floor. A DJ was set up in the corner and was playing the newest hits in the muggle world because nobody in their right mind liked wizarding ghost music that old people played at balls. There must have been around a hundred people there, for the moment Ginny walked out of the fireplace, about three drunk people that she recognized as some Ravenclaw graduates bumped into her.

"Awesome party!" one of them slurred while waving his beer in the air.

"Hey, David," the drunk girl at his side said who was hanging all over his shoulder and poking his chest, "wanna go do something?"

"Uh …ok," David replied as the two walked off stumbling from left to right.

Ginny just stared at them the whole time with an annoyed and sickened look on her face.

"Ron," she said to her brother who was standing next to her and looking for Lavender, "promise me you won't get like that tonight. I don't feel like carrying you home again."

"Uh…"

"Ron…"

"Hey look there's Lavender! See you later, Gin!"

"No!" shouted Ginny. "Wait! You didn't promise!" But her words were muffled as her friend Parvati came up to her and grabbed her hand, dragging her into the room behind the stage and closing the door.

"Parv! Hey!"

"Hey, Ginny! Did you practice the routine?"

"Sadly, yes. I can't believe you two!" she whined as she looked up at the ceiling. Grr … no cracks.

"Well, anyway, I hope you're ready. We're going on in five."

"What?!"

"You heard me … five. You're not backing out, are you?"

Having a sudden image of herself with electric blue hair, Ginny complied. "No, I'm not. But let's just get this over with, ok?"

"Ok," Parvati excitingly replied happy that her best friend was really going through with it when the door opened and Lavender walked in.

"Sorry that it took me so long to get in here you guys. Your brother," Lavender said looking at Ginny, "won't leave me be for two seconds."

"What can I say? He fancies you."

"So, are you guys ready?"

"Of course," Parvati and Ginny replied as they magicked what they were wearing into three different yet alike outfits. Because the song was from the eighties, they decided to wear clothing from that decade. Lavender changed into white knee-high socks, a pink skirt with navy polka dots, a skimpy sweater, and put her hair into two high pigtails. Parvati wore baggy black pants, a midriff hot pink tank top, and teazed her normally perfectly straight hair. Finally, Ginny changed into black knee-high socks, a short denim skirt, a tight lime green tank top, and put on a pair of elbow length gloves, which she cut the hand parts off, leaving the material to start at her wrists. Her curly hair was straightened and swept to the side of her head in a high pony tail a few inches above her right ear.

"Ready girls?" Ginny said as they stood in front of the curtains and the DJ was starting to introduce them.

"As we'll ever be!" replied her two best friends.

And the song started.

*~*~*~*~*~*

On another side of town … (A/N: this takes place a little bit after Ginny arrives at the party)

"MUM! STOP IT ALREADY! I told you that I don't want to go!" whined the tall seventeen year old silver-blond boy whose mom kept throwing clothes at him to put on.

"Nonsense!" replied his model-like mother with an all-knowing tone of voice. "You are going."

"Mum, just because you 'had tea' with the Browns does not mean that I have to go to their daughter's party! Besides, she's just some stupid Gryffindor! I'm a Slytherin! Slytherin's do not go to Gryffindor parties!"

"Really, now? Well why then is Blaise going?"

"Because he has a thing for that Patil girl."

"Well, maybe you should have a 'thing' for one of those Gryffindors," Narcissa motherly replied as she continued to go through Draco's closet and throw his clothes at him. " … I'm starting to worry about you. Have you been with any girls lately?"

"Oh my God," Draco said from where he was standing behind his mother as his eyes bugged out. "You think I'm gay?!?!"

"Well, Draco, I haven't seen any girls around here lately."

"I'M NOT GAY! … AND we just had a war!"

"War this, war that. It's over, Draco, and (thank God) your father is gone and now we're moving on with our lives. I want you to have some girlfriends this year."

"What?!?!"

"You heard me. Girlfriends … intimate others … lovers … -"

" - stop mum -"

"playmates … toys … -"

" - mum, please, I do not want to hear this from you -"

"You get the picture."

"Mum, really, I do NOT want to go!"

Narcissa turned around to look at her son and vehemently huffed. "Do you not want to be seen or something? Because, honestly, it's just a party!"

"A Gryffindor party!"

"ENOUGH! COME HERE!"

Reluctantly, Draco trudged over to his mother and looked her square in the eye. "I'm not going."

But his mother wasn't listening to him and was instead magicking a snazzy pair of black, leather slacks and a gray shirt on him. "Are you listening to me?!" he slightly shouted irritated at how his mother was ignoring him. His mom just kept going, putting shoes on him and doing his hair. Moving a few inches away from her son, she looked him over.

"Hmm … just one final touch."

"Mum …"

"Dirius Metamorphus," she whispered as she pointed her wand at Draco. "Walk over to the mirror, Draco."

Complying to his mother's wishes, he walked over to the full length mirror next to the wardrobe and stared at his reflection … which wasn't really him. As a matter of fact, his hair wasn't silver … it was brown. And his eyes weren't gray … they were blue.

"Oh … my … God … MUUUMMMMM!!!!! WHAT DID -" His voice was different. It was slightly deeper and had a slightly different tone to it. "Mum," he said and gulped surprised at the change in his voice, hair, and eyes, "what did you do?"

"Just a little magic, Draco," replied Narcissa moving over to where her son was standing and put a delicate hand on his shoulder. "Now, no one will know it's you."

"How did you -"

" - I learned how to do this a long time ago. Don't worry about it. It'll stay until you get back and I reverse it."

"Get back?! … I'm not even going!"

"Don't start this again, Draco," Narcissa replied all the while dragging her son over to the fireplace and grabbing a hand full of floo powder.

"Mum …" Draco said, war his mother grabbing the floo dust and throwing it into the already ablaze fire, which turned green from the powder.

"Lavender Brown's House!" she yelled at the top of her lungs while pushing her son into the flames and watching him disappear.

*~*~*~*~*~*

"Umph!" grunted Draco as he landed face down out of a fireplace, which he figured was Lavender's once he saw about a hundred people grinding to the music or drinking and a drunk teen, which he recognized as Blaise, stepped on him.

"Hey, you," Blaise said as he noticed that he stepped on something soft and recognized it as a fellow teen. Using the fireplace's mantle as a prop, he continued speaking while waving his drink in the air and spilling it on the polished wood floor. "I suggest you get your ass up before another person steps on you. By the way, man, what's your name?"

Draco, remembering that he did not look like himself, was not that surprised seeing his best friend intoxicated. After all, he was known for getting piss-ass drunk at parties.

Blue-eyed, brown haired Draco looked up at his friend. "It's me you dumbass."

"Huh?"

"It's me, Draco."

"Draco?"

"YES, DRACO! Sorry, Blaise, I'm a little annoyed right now."

"You don't sound like Draco. You don't look like him either," replied the black-haired, gray-eyed boy as he bent down and squatted in front of where Draco was still lying on the floor.

"Man, Blaise, your breath stinks."

"Hmm … you're as tactless as he is though."

"It's my mum. I didn't want to come to a stupid Gryff party but she made me and put a spell on me that makes me look … well, not me," he said exasperated all the while looking around the room at the red and yellow lasers. "Damn, Gryffs."

"Yea," Blaise replied, "It's you, alright."

"Anyway, Blaise, don't say it is. I'd like to not be attacked by Pansy for one night."

"Gotcha," he said, lending a hand and helping his friend up. "By the way, did you hear?"

"Hear what?"

"I heard a rumor that Lavender, some sixth year, and Parvati -" he smiled at this " - are doing something for the party tonight."

"What someth -"

"YO, YO, YO EVERYONE!" shouted the DJ from his microphone in the booth, cutting Draco off, "I'm your DJ, B-Rush, and I know that many of you have heard somethin' about a special thing tonight, right?"

Loud shouts and whoops erupted from the people at the party.

"So, then without further ado, I present to you your host Lavender, Parvati Patil, and Ginny Weasley!"

At that moment, the whole room went quiet and Blaise and Draco (him unwillingly, leaving Blaise to drag him along) moved to the center of the crowd to get a better look.

The curtains opened and three silhouetted female figures could be seen as the music started, the lasers and lights on the stage came on to light up the girls, and whoops erupted from the audience again.

"Oh, wow," Blaise muttered as he stared at Parvati in her hot pink and black outfit. "Hey, Draco, look at Parvati. Damn!"

But Draco wasn't paying any attention to him, for his eyes were locked on the red-headed girl in the middle of the trio. His eyes roamed her body, noticing how much Ginny Weasley had changed over the coarse of the summer. Her legs became longer and leaner, her stomach flatter, and her chest filled out. All in all, she looked like some sex goddess.

"Draco," Blaise whispered while snapping his fingers and moving his hands in front of Draco's eyes, "Draco … Draco … hey wake up, man!"

"Call me, Seth, okay? Remember, I don't want anyone knowing it's me," Draco replied never letting his eyes off the redheaded girl who finally noticed him staring at her and smiled. Draco despite his obvious dazed and far-off look smiled back.

I've found my guy, Ginny wickedly thought remembering what she had to do for the song.

Soon, the song finished its first few chords and began the words.

Oh mickey, you're so fine you're so fine you blow my mind,
Hey mickey, hey mickey
(sung by Lavender)


Oh mickey, you're so fine you're so fine you blow my mind,
Hey mickey hey mickey
(sung by Parvati)


Oh mickey, you're so fine you're so fine you blow my mind,
Hey mickey hey mickey
(sung by Ginny)


Oh mickey, you're so fine you're so fine you blow my mind,
Hey mickey hey mickey Hey mickey!
(Together)


You've been around all night and that's a little long
You think you've got the right but I think you've got it wrong
Why can't you say goodnight so you can take me home, mickey

cause when you say you will, it always means you won't
You're givin' me the chills, baby, please baby don't
Every night you still leave me all alone, mickey

Oh mickey, what a pity you don't understand
You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand
Oh mickey, you're so pretty, can't you understand
It's guys like you mickey
Oh, what you do mickey, do mickey
Don't break my heart, mickey

Hey mickey!

Now when you take me by the hooves ,everyone's gonna know
Every time you move I let a little more show
There's somethin' we can use, so don't say no, mickey

So come on and give it to me any way you can

Any way you wanna do it, I'll treat you like a man
Oh please, baby, please, don't leave me in a jam, mickey

Oh mickey, what a pity you don't understand
You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand
Oh mickey, you're so pretty, can't you understand
It's guys like you mickey
Oh, what you do mickey, do mickey
Don't break my heart, mickey
(Mickey, mickey, mickey, mickey, mickey, mickey)

**This is it, Ginny thought as the song moved into a musical interlude and the three girls walked down the stairs from the stage and into the audience. They were supposed to each pick a guy to dance with. Ginny found hers earlier as she slowly swayed to the music toward that cute guy with the brown hair and blue eyes next to Blaise, who Parvati was dancing over to. When she got to him, she stared and slowly felt anxious about what she had to do next … that is until the image of her with blue hair came back again. Here goes nothing, Ginny thought with a sigh as she and her other two best friends wrapped one leg around their guys and started to do semi-lap-but-standing-up dances to them.

Ron (who Lavender picked) and Blaise whooped and danced back with the girls. Draco, at first, was nevertheless stunned, but remembering that no one knew who he was, kept up with Ginny's naughty dancing, making drunken shouts of approval come out from the audience.

"Hey," she huskily whispered moving the microphone on the head set away from her mouth while continuing to do her little dance, "what's your name?"

"Seth," Draco replied giving her one of his trademark smirks, which did not disappear because of the spell.

Ginny's brows came together in confusion (I swear I've seen that look before) before shrugging her thoughts away. "Well, Seth," she muttered quickly for she knew that the song wasn't over and that she still had some more singing to do, "meet me outside in five."

Before Draco could reply, Ginny detached herself from him and sauntered off with the other girls back to the stage to finish off the song.

Oh mickey, you're so fine you're so fine you blow my mind,
Hey mickey (huff huff) hey mickey (huff huff)
Oh mickey, you're so fine you're so fine you blow my mind,
Hey mickey (huff huff) hey mickey

Oh mickey, what a pity you don't understand
You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand
Oh mickey, you're so pretty, can't you understand
It's guys like you mickey (huff huff)
Oh, what you do mickey, do mickey
Don't break my heart, mickey

Oh mickey, what a pity you don't understand
You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand
Oh mickey, you're so pretty, can't you understand
It's guys like you mickey (mickey) (huff huff)
Oh, what you do mickey, do mickey
Don't break my heart, mickey

Oh mickey, what a pity you don't understand (yay)
You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand
Oh mickey, you're so pretty, can't you understand
It's guys like you mickey
Oh, what you do mickey, do mickey
Don't break my heart, mickey

Shouts of approval and applause broke through the room so loud that people had to cover their ears. Draco just kept clapping and winked at Ginny on the stage as she winked back. I'm going to have fun with this, thought Draco remembering that Ginny still didn't know who he really was. He didn't really feel anything towards her … he just wanted have a little fun with a pretty girl who normally hated his, not Seth's, guts.