Simple Desirable

A/N -- Sorry the first chapter was so short... I just wanted to end with a cliffie since I probably won't have the chance again... later!

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"I thought you were the best, Madam Malkine. Apparently your sense of taste is not as sharp as it used to be. Granger is a mudblood, know-it-all with frizzy hair and no style and the youngest Weasel is nothing but freckles, red hair and hand me down robes," sneered the Sytherin that everyone loves to hate, Draco Malfoy.

"Good morning, Mister Malfoy," Madam Malkine said.

"Ferret? I didn't recognize you with the new look. Did I miss the Snape look-a-like contest? I really wanted to enter that, I love the greasy hair look and I've been looking on his malevolent look!" Ginny retorted with mock enthusiasm.

"Grown a backbone, have we? Nice to see at sixteen you no longer need to hide behind the boy-who-lived and your brothers for protection," he flung back.

"At least she has friends who will protect her, unlike you, Malfoy," said Hermione, joining into the spat. "Come on, Ginny, let's go." She grabbed onto the fuming red-head's arm and dragged her out of the store. Ginny had, of course, inherited the infamous Weasley temper.

"Let's go to the book shop, that should calm you down," Hermione suggested. Ginny was seething, but the book store did the trick and by the time it was 12:30, both girls were reluctant on leaving their beloved store.

"Bloody women, always have to be late!" muttered Ron. He, Harry, Colin and Seamus were waiting for their best girl friends. Just then the doors to the restaurant opened.

"Sorry guys," said a flustered Ginny. The girls had obviously ran from what the table presumed to be the book store at the other end on the small village. "Lost track of time. Glad to see you could make it, Ron. Feeling better now?" She questioned with mock concern.

"Yes, Ginny. Thanks for the concern," Ron responded with the same tone. Hermione took a seat next to Harry, while Ginny squeezed herself in between Colin and Seamus. They talked about everything under the sun, except Malfoy. Hermione and Ginny had unanimously decided that it was unnecessary to tell the boys, especially Ron, about their encounter with him. It would only make them mad and lead to the girls struggling to find out what the boys' revenge would be. At 5 o'clock after getting their school books and supplies and visiting the Quidditch store Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny parted ways with Seamus and Colin to return home.

A week had passed since Diagon Alley and the Burrow was buzzing with anxiety. Ginny had packed everything the day before because that was the sensible thing to do and was sitting comfortably waiting for the rest of the group. They had delayed and were now paying for it.

"We're going to miss the train if they don't hurry up," Mrs. Weasley breathed exasperatedly. As if they heard her, the trio stampeded down the steps and Mrs. Weasley and the twins (who had volunteered to help since Mr. Weasley was called to work) levitated the trunks into the car. Fred and George had said it was a limo that a sponsor had supplied them with. Everyone but Harry were a little leery on the idea of Fred and George providing the transportation but couldn't think of any other ways to get to the train station on time, so they eventually climbed in.

After arriving to the station, Mrs. Weasley gave her ritualistic emotional parting hugs, with Fred and George mimicking her actions for the entertainment of the group. They stepped into the train, took their seats and waved to Mrs. Weasley and the twins. After the train started, Ginny left to find Seamus and Colin. Finding them playing Exploding Snap, she played a few games until they got close to the school, and then excused herself to go get changed.

She found an empty cabin and walked in, locking the door behind her. She undid her robe and was down to her underthings when she heard the door click, signaling the door being unlocked. Her eyes went wide with horror and ineffectively tried to cover herself up as she saw who glided in.

"MALFOY!? What do you think you are doing?" Cried a very startled red head.

"No need to cover up, Red. Not anything I haven't seen before, besides, I seriously doubt there is anything to cover up," he said effortlessly.

"Mal-- did you call me Red? No weasel? Why the change?" she asked curiously.

"Naturally, even I can realize that you are not like your brothers. While most of the criteria applies to you, you are not male." Draco said.

"Thanks for noticing," she spat and put her hands indignantly on her hips, causing the robe to fall. She blushed and part of her mind screamed for her to pick it up, but the other part was paralyzed by his molten gray eyes.

"Did I sound like I was finished?" he said with anger. "No. Now while you are not male, that is not the only reason. Also, you are a whole new level of insanity and take me to a different level of hell." This time he was finished.

"Shove it, Malfoy."

"Tsk, tsk. You are in a very compromising situation here, Red." He moved next to her and a flash went off causing Ginny's eyes to temporarily blur. "I need your help with a problem, if you fail to help I will show this picture to everyone in the school."

"No dice, Malfoy. Ron would kill you."

"I'm not scared of Ron nor do I care what he would say. However, seeing what Natalie, your good friend with the huge crush on me, has to say could be interesting," he drawled. Waiting for her to run through the consequences in her head, he saw her eyes change to deep brown, almost black. He had won. She was stressed at the thought of what she might be asked to do.

"Put some clothes on, Red," he instructed and tapped his foot impatiently. After seeing she had changed into her school clothes, he liked how the new clothes fit her snugly, showing of a figure which would make guys drool if they every noticed. He threw her down on one of the seats, laid swiftly on top and covered up her lips with his, making it impossible to see her face as the door swung open.