A/N: This story was originally going to be a one shot thing, just to get me going on the whole posting thing, but since I got some reviews (okay so it was only like three but that's three more than I've ever had before) I've decided to continue. Thanks to my reviewers, by the way. I was quite excited that some people liked my writing. Anyway, here's the thrilling conclusion. I guess it could actually go on past this but I don't know where. I'll shut up now.

Disclaimer: I already told you, it's not mine.

Metamorphosis

By Lafayette

Chapter 2

It was too much for her. The constant stares, the fingers pointed at her, the whispered conversations that started up as soon as anyone saw her. 'Why did I do it!' Ginny screamed inwardly, lying in the dark of her quiet dorm that evening. 'I'll just stay up here all of tomorrow, that way no on will stare at me.' Closing her eyes Ginny tried to fall asleep. It was no use, her thoughts were too turbulent to allow sleep. 'Stop being stupid, Ginny. You'll have to get up on Monday for classes.'

Sighing, Ginny sat up in bed, her thoughts making her too restless to sleep. Her mind began, of it's own will, to play over the scene that had happened in the common room when she returned from snapping at Malfoy.

When she had entered the common room Ron and Harry were sitting at one of the tables doing homework under Hermione's watchful eye. Ginny had tried to sneak past them but Ron saw her. He came over to her, leaving Harry staring at her head and Hermione taking in her appearance distastefully. As soon as he got near Ron started yelling.

"What the bloody hell do you think your doing! Why did you cut off all your hair and dye it black! And your clothes-" he was cut off here by Ginny.

"I was tired of being known only as Ron Weasley's little sister." she snarled and stalked away from a very surprised Ron.

In her dorm things didn't get much better. Her roommates kept coming in and asking her why she had changed her style and telling her they thought she looked better before. Ginny had finished her homework quickly and crawled into bed, pretending to be asleep whenever anyone came in.

At twelve o'clock, she still wasn't asleep. 'I don't know what I was thinking. Everyone hates how I look now. Except Malfoy. That is what you wanted.' Ginny fell back onto her bed and whispered, "He noticed me and I bit his head off. Real smooth Ginny." Closing her eyes once again and blocking out all thoughts of Malfoy and her house mates Ginny finally did fall into a troubled sleep.

* * *

Ginny woke with a feeling of dread. To her luck, all of her dorm mates had left. She got out of bed and started rifling through her trunk. She would have to face everyone sooner or later and Ginny wasn't the type to procrastinate. She started pulling out one of her old school uniforms that was still to big for her but stopped, choosing a smaller one instead. 'You wanted this, Ginny. And you're going to go through with it.' As she was buttoning her blouse Melissa came in.

"Good, you're up. I was beginning to think you'd sleep all day." Ginny just smiled politely. Melissa paused, studying Ginny. "Why did you change how you look, Gin. You're such a nice girl. This look really doesn't fit you."

'That is it!' Her jaw clenched in anger. 'Maybe I don't want to be a nice girl anymore. What has that ever gotten me? A trip to the Chamber of Secrets, that's what. Well, you know what, I'm sick of it. No more nice Ginny.'

Instead of voicing her thoughts Ginny just looked at Melissa and said, "I'm not a nice girl anymore." Without a backward glance she turned and left the room, storming across the common room and out the portrait hole.

Once a safe distance away from the Gryffindor Tower Ginny sank to the floor of one of the less used hallways. Pulling her knees up to her chest she closed her eyes. 'Who am I kidding, I am a nice girl. I don't even know how to be mean.' Just then Ginny heard footsteps and looked up. 'He is mean though,' she thought as Malfoy came around the corner.

"What do we have here?" he drawled, standing over Ginny. "Did the little Weasel lose all her friends now that she doesn't look like a nice little Gryffindor?"

Ginny glared up at him. "What do you care, Malfoy? Or is talking to 'little Gryffindors' some sort of community service, because if it is, I don't want it." 'Yes I do,' she thought.

The ever present smirk left his face. "If you think for one minute that I can't see through your act," he leaned closer, lowering his voice, "you are severely mistaken."

Ginny stood up so she was closer to his level. Unfortunately, she couldn't think of anything to say. She glared instead.

Malfoy smirked and stepped away, continuing down the hall. "Of course," he called, "if you wanted to learn how to be nasty and mean, that could be arranged."

Ginny stared after his retreating back, her mouth hanging open. 'Did Malfoy just offer to teach me how to me mean?' Without thinking about it, Ginny ran down the hall after him. "Malfoy, wait," she called as she turned the corner and his blond head came into view again. He turned to face her, smirking. Ginny hurried forward and stood in front of Malfoy, panting.

"Look, Weasley, I haven't got all day," he told her in an annoyed voice. "Was there something you wanted?"

"Were you serious?" she asked once she had caught her breath.

At this Malfoy smirked again, raising one perfect blond eyebrow. "You want nasty old Malfoy's help?"

Ginny glared at him. "I'm tired of being thought of as the nice little Weasley girl. Will you help me?"

Malfoy studied her for a moment before finally replying. "Meet me back here after dinner." With that he turned and sauntered off, leaving Ginny staring in shock.

'What have I done.'

* * *

Dinner that evening was loud. Everyone seemed to be in good spirits. Ginny, however, was not. It wasn't that she regretted her decision to let Malfoy teach her how to be mean, that is what she wanted. She was just nervous. Nervous because she would be spending the evening with the person she had been obsessed with for the past two months; and because Draco Malfoy had quite the reputation when it came to the female population of Hogwarts.

Ginny kept glancing over to the Slytherin table, checking to see if Malfoy had left yet. He was still eating his dinner, sitting with Crabbe and Goyle. Ginny let her gaze fall back to her plate and began moving the food around with her fork. She had hardly eaten anything for fear of upsetting the butterflies in her stomach. After what seemed like an eternity to the antsy Ginny, Malfoy got up and left the Great Hall alone. Ginny waited a few seconds, shoving down one last bite of mashed potatoes, and left, telling her house mates she needed to check something in the library.

Outside the Great Hall Malfoy was nowhere to be seen. Ginny hurried to the hall she had met him in earlier only to find that empty too. 'He probably wouldn't stand around waiting for me,' Ginny thought. 'He'll probably show up in a few minutes.' Ginny sat down on the cold stone floor and waited. Ten minutes past and he didn't show up. Ginny stood and began pacing the length of the hall. Another ten minutes and he still wasn't there. 'I'll wait five more minutes,' Ginny told herself, 'and if he isn't here by then I'll leave.' Five minutes past.

"Where is he?" Ginny demanded of the wall. 'Forget it, I'm leaving.' Ginny started around the corner and ran into something soft.

"Watch were you're going, Weasley!" Malfoy had shown up.

"Sorry," Ginny said without thinking. She stepped away from is muscular chest, wrapping her arms around her waist and frowning. "You're late."

Draco sneered. "First rule, Weasel, don't apologize."

Ginny glared. "My name is Ginny," she snapped. "And if that's all you have to tell me I could have figured it out on my own."

"Well, well. Maybe you're not a lost cause after all." He smirked, stepping closer. Ginny took a step back and hit the wall. "With an attitude like yours you could really go places."

"Are you going to teach me to scare people away, as you're so good at? Or were you just going to comment on my attitude."

"And why would you want to scare people away, Ginny?" Draco asked putting an emphasis on her name and taking another step towards the now cornered girl.

"Because they bother me," Ginny spat, fighting an urge not to move away from Malfoy's tall frame. Malfoy smirked again and suddenly stepped away from Ginny, walking halfway up the hall and turning to face Ginny again.

"Poor ickle Ginny. Are the other kids being mean to you." His tone turned from mocking to intense. "Maybe you should've thought of that before you decided to chop off your hair and dye it black." He was suddenly right next to Ginny, so close she could feel his breath on her neck. "Because you definitely don't look like a Gryffindor anymore."

"Are you saying that you like it?" Ginny asked in a slightly breathless voice, trying to sound coy but failing miserably.

"Oh, I love it," Ginny's mouth dropped open at this.

'Did Malfoy just tell me he loves the way I look?' Ginny thought incredulously. 'This is too much.'

"Well, Malfoy, thanks for the lesson." Ginny tried to slide away from Malfoy but he caught her before she could.

"Don't I get my payment now?" he asked, placing a hand against the wall an each side of Ginny's head.

"Payment?" Ginny whispered. "What payment?"

Malfoy smirked. "This payment." He lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers, teasing them open with his tongue.

At first Ginny was too surprised to do anything but stand completely still. 'He's kissing me,' was the only thing she could think of for a moment. Then suddenly, 'this is what you dreamed about everyday you sat drooling over him in the library. Don't just stand there like a fool, do something!' Her mind kicked back in gear, Ginny tentatively started to return the kiss. Before long she had raised her hands to his head and was twining her fingers through his soft blond hair, snogging him like mad.

A few passionate minutes later, and Ginny moaned as Malfoy pulled away, looking quite breathless. A moment later, though, he looked back as he always did, with the ever present smirk once again firmly in place. "Same time next week?" he asked raising an eyebrow. Ginny could only nod eagerly. He sauntered down the hall, and stopped just before turning the corner. "And by the way," he called over his shoulder, "my name is Draco."

As soon as he was out of sight Ginny sank to the floor, exhausted. A grin started to tug at the corners of her mouth and before long she was unable to stop grinning goofily at the wall across from her. One thought kept popping into her mind: 'Maybe this change was a good idea after all.'