A/N: GOOD LORD... COULD IT BE? WAIT.... YEP, IT IS!
THE LONG AWAITED UPDATE TO "THEN I'LL MAKE YOU LOVE ME..."!!
WOOHOO!!
Okay...I'm done now... sorry about the wait. Next time, possibly, reviews
consisting of more than "UPDATE NOW" could be helpful... yeah. Been in kind
of a rut with this one. Hell, with all my fics... yeah. A/N over.
Disclaimer: not mine, STILL... but the whole jewelry seeking jewelry thing is from Davesmom's fic "The Weasel and the Kneazle", which is SOOOOO brilliant, like all of davesmom's fics, and hopefully she'll update soon! Hell, if I can, anyone can! Yay!
CHAPTER FOUR:
Ginny sat on her bed, immersed in thought.
There was so much to think about... She felt as though she had lived a lifetime in the past day.
Poor Ron... Poor Hermione... what was meant to be one of the happiest days of their lives was destroyed by their best friend. There needed to be repercussions, repercussions of a comparable nature. She wasn't planning on raping Harry or anything... but something had to be done.
She only hoped her plan worked.
She sighed as she lifted herself from her bed and opened her wardrobe. Not much to work with, but she was sure she could find something.
After about a half an hour, she finally found an outfit that was, shall we say, appropriate. Ginny laughed. How the outfit she had picked out could be described as appropriate was beyond her. She had found an old set of dress robes that had hit her mid-calf when she was a fourth year, before her mild growth spurt, and her development. As she put the robes on, she marveled at how different they looked on her now. In her fourth year, back when she still had the figure of primary school boy, they were a bit loose about the hips and bust, and made her feel all-together frumpy next to the formfitting robes the other girls were sporting. Now, the fabric stretched tight across her bosom and hips, and hit her at about the middle of her thighs. The robes were the color of ebony, and made her feel like a wicked slut. To complete this image, she pulled on a scarlet, satin under-bust corset, extended the neckline of the robes to reveal her cleavage, and donned some fishnets with garters.
She let her curly hair hang free and wild, and put on dark eye makeup and lipstick to match her corset.
She looked at herself in the mirror. "You tramp," her imaged huffed. Ginny grinned. Just the look she was going for.
A knock on her door shattered her musing. She walked cautiously over to the door and opened it slowly.
A tall, blonde woman stood before her. She wasn't as curvaceous as Ginny was, but she didn't have any reason to complain. The woman's white blonde hair hung straight, curling at the end, framing a face with odd features that alone would be unattractive, but together were striking. The woman's full lips curled into a smirk as her silver gray eyes raked over Ginny's image, causing mild discomfort on the receiving parties' part.
"I've decided that I don't want any one to see you like that but me," the blonde stated, still devouring Ginny with her eyes.
Ginny managed a small chuckle as she reached out and grabbed the woman's slender hands and pulled her into the room, shutting the door behind her.
The blonde was dressed in comparable set of apparel, however the color scheme was black and silver, instead of scarlet.
"Do you realize how sexy you look," the blonde said, closing the distance between them and holding Ginny's face in her hands.
"Well, I feel like a right scarlet woman in this get-up, I'll tell you that much. Now, Draco, you know how I feel about you, but I'm not sure if I'm ready to snog you in your femme form," Ginny said, a wry smile playing about her lips.
Female-Draco pouted and stepped back.
"So you're sure you won't snog my brains out and let me take a picture," Draco asked, with a hopeful, yet wicked smirk.
Ginny rolled her eyes. What was it with men and they're fascination with lesbians?
"Well... if you're good and the journey's a success... maybe," Ginny said, having to suppress peals of laughter that threatened to burst at the sight of this woman who appeared to have been given Christmas early.
"Well, I'll be on my right best behavior then, won't I?"
"Not to good... You realize what we have to do, don't you," Ginny grimaced.
"Yes, though I must say it's a superbly brilliant plan. You won't believe how proud I am of my wicked little pixie," Draco said, caressing Ginny's cheek and starting to move in for a kiss when Ginny pushed her away.
"Not yet, Draco... Later," Ginny said, to morose Draco. "By-the-by... what will your alter-ego name be?"
"Hmm... How about... Trixia," Draco said, with a pleased look disgracing her features.
"Trixia? Sounds like a stripper name," said Ginny, a little dubiously.
"Oy! Watch it! That's my favorite grandma's name," Draco exclaimed, a little defensively.
"Oh darling... I meant no offense... Poor dear, seems your pride is hurt," Ginny whispered, getting a mischievous look in her eyes. "Want me to kiss it and make it better?"
"What is going on here," Fred yelled, causing the two women to jump apart, guiltily.
"Bloody hell in a cheap woven hand basket! We almost saw our baby sister snog another bit, didn't we Fred," George asked, appearing to shield this happening from view, but looking between widespread fingers.
"Gin... does this mean you bat for both sides, or..." Fred trailed off. Ginny put her hands on her hips and gave the twins a glare reminded them of their mother that one time when the came home drunk during the summer before their fifth year. They muttered apologies and stammered something about being ready for the next part of the plan.
"Hang on a sec, love. There's something I want to give you first," Draco/Trixia said, as she pulled Ginny back to the bed. Already having had her sexuality questioned, she put a comfortable amount of space between her and the false woman. Draco saw this, and shook her head. "It's okay, pixie, I know which side you swing for. I don't doubt you swing for the home team, and alls I want to do is give you something." Ginny flushed at her mind seeming to have been read by the blonde woman before her.
Draco produced a small silver chain, seemingly out of thin air, and clasped the necklace around Ginny's neck. Upon further inspection, Ginny saw that it was a locket, with a snake on the front, and a picture of Ginny and Draco (in his male form) cuddling and kissing and generally looking very happy. Ginny's face broke into a wide smile, as her eyes appeared to tear up a bit. She hugged the woman before her, and couldn't wait to get her Draco back. Draco stroked Ginny's hair until she was fully composed, then stood up.
"Come on, vixen. It's show time." As Ginny and 'Draco' traipsed down the stairs, they were met with a loud gasp from Molly, many eyebrows raised, some protests from brothers and a father, and a few shudders at the knowledge that they had just checked out a man.
Draco smirked and walked as seductively as possible down the remaining stairs, playing up every possessed asset. Ginny shook her head and walked down as virtuously as possible. However, it was hard, being she was dressed to the nines in her slutty-est slut wear.
"Now," said Ron, taking charge of the situation. "I understand that Draco gave you a bit of jewelry, Gin? It's charmed to be able to home in on Draco's belt, so that you will always be able to find the other. Now, in order to activate the charm, we tried to choose a completely random phrase... and George came up with one, and no one seemed to be able to come up with anything else, so when you plan to activate it, say "Time for Spankings." Ron took this moment to shake his head, before launching back into his schpeal.
"And just so you know, you will be placed under many charms. We're going to charm your eyes so that what you see will be projected onto the living room wall. Your ears will be charmed so that what you hear will fill this room. And at the first sign of trouble, we're going to Apparate to you and..."
"Kick some major ass!" Bill finished for him, looking sheepishly at Molly afterwards. Mrs. Weasley, however, was to busy wringing her hands and fussing over Ginny to be bothered with her son's foul language.
"Oh, Virginia. Are you sure there isn't another way," Molly said, trying to wrap a shawl around her daughter.
"Mum, I must. What Harry did to Hermione was, is unforgivable. I can't just stand back and let everyone else have the fun of torturing Harry! How fair is that?" Ginny said, while shrugging off her mum's shawl.
"Ginny, Draco, he's Apparated to Hogsmeade. If you're gonna go... Go now."
Ginny looked at Draco, then tossed some Floo powder into the fire.
"The Shrieking Cat," and as the flames turned alternating shades of jade and bottle green, Ginny and Draco stepped through the flames.
End part
A/N: since it's summer, and I have no life... I might keep working on this. YAY!
Disclaimer: not mine, STILL... but the whole jewelry seeking jewelry thing is from Davesmom's fic "The Weasel and the Kneazle", which is SOOOOO brilliant, like all of davesmom's fics, and hopefully she'll update soon! Hell, if I can, anyone can! Yay!
CHAPTER FOUR:
Ginny sat on her bed, immersed in thought.
There was so much to think about... She felt as though she had lived a lifetime in the past day.
Poor Ron... Poor Hermione... what was meant to be one of the happiest days of their lives was destroyed by their best friend. There needed to be repercussions, repercussions of a comparable nature. She wasn't planning on raping Harry or anything... but something had to be done.
She only hoped her plan worked.
She sighed as she lifted herself from her bed and opened her wardrobe. Not much to work with, but she was sure she could find something.
After about a half an hour, she finally found an outfit that was, shall we say, appropriate. Ginny laughed. How the outfit she had picked out could be described as appropriate was beyond her. She had found an old set of dress robes that had hit her mid-calf when she was a fourth year, before her mild growth spurt, and her development. As she put the robes on, she marveled at how different they looked on her now. In her fourth year, back when she still had the figure of primary school boy, they were a bit loose about the hips and bust, and made her feel all-together frumpy next to the formfitting robes the other girls were sporting. Now, the fabric stretched tight across her bosom and hips, and hit her at about the middle of her thighs. The robes were the color of ebony, and made her feel like a wicked slut. To complete this image, she pulled on a scarlet, satin under-bust corset, extended the neckline of the robes to reveal her cleavage, and donned some fishnets with garters.
She let her curly hair hang free and wild, and put on dark eye makeup and lipstick to match her corset.
She looked at herself in the mirror. "You tramp," her imaged huffed. Ginny grinned. Just the look she was going for.
A knock on her door shattered her musing. She walked cautiously over to the door and opened it slowly.
A tall, blonde woman stood before her. She wasn't as curvaceous as Ginny was, but she didn't have any reason to complain. The woman's white blonde hair hung straight, curling at the end, framing a face with odd features that alone would be unattractive, but together were striking. The woman's full lips curled into a smirk as her silver gray eyes raked over Ginny's image, causing mild discomfort on the receiving parties' part.
"I've decided that I don't want any one to see you like that but me," the blonde stated, still devouring Ginny with her eyes.
Ginny managed a small chuckle as she reached out and grabbed the woman's slender hands and pulled her into the room, shutting the door behind her.
The blonde was dressed in comparable set of apparel, however the color scheme was black and silver, instead of scarlet.
"Do you realize how sexy you look," the blonde said, closing the distance between them and holding Ginny's face in her hands.
"Well, I feel like a right scarlet woman in this get-up, I'll tell you that much. Now, Draco, you know how I feel about you, but I'm not sure if I'm ready to snog you in your femme form," Ginny said, a wry smile playing about her lips.
Female-Draco pouted and stepped back.
"So you're sure you won't snog my brains out and let me take a picture," Draco asked, with a hopeful, yet wicked smirk.
Ginny rolled her eyes. What was it with men and they're fascination with lesbians?
"Well... if you're good and the journey's a success... maybe," Ginny said, having to suppress peals of laughter that threatened to burst at the sight of this woman who appeared to have been given Christmas early.
"Well, I'll be on my right best behavior then, won't I?"
"Not to good... You realize what we have to do, don't you," Ginny grimaced.
"Yes, though I must say it's a superbly brilliant plan. You won't believe how proud I am of my wicked little pixie," Draco said, caressing Ginny's cheek and starting to move in for a kiss when Ginny pushed her away.
"Not yet, Draco... Later," Ginny said, to morose Draco. "By-the-by... what will your alter-ego name be?"
"Hmm... How about... Trixia," Draco said, with a pleased look disgracing her features.
"Trixia? Sounds like a stripper name," said Ginny, a little dubiously.
"Oy! Watch it! That's my favorite grandma's name," Draco exclaimed, a little defensively.
"Oh darling... I meant no offense... Poor dear, seems your pride is hurt," Ginny whispered, getting a mischievous look in her eyes. "Want me to kiss it and make it better?"
"What is going on here," Fred yelled, causing the two women to jump apart, guiltily.
"Bloody hell in a cheap woven hand basket! We almost saw our baby sister snog another bit, didn't we Fred," George asked, appearing to shield this happening from view, but looking between widespread fingers.
"Gin... does this mean you bat for both sides, or..." Fred trailed off. Ginny put her hands on her hips and gave the twins a glare reminded them of their mother that one time when the came home drunk during the summer before their fifth year. They muttered apologies and stammered something about being ready for the next part of the plan.
"Hang on a sec, love. There's something I want to give you first," Draco/Trixia said, as she pulled Ginny back to the bed. Already having had her sexuality questioned, she put a comfortable amount of space between her and the false woman. Draco saw this, and shook her head. "It's okay, pixie, I know which side you swing for. I don't doubt you swing for the home team, and alls I want to do is give you something." Ginny flushed at her mind seeming to have been read by the blonde woman before her.
Draco produced a small silver chain, seemingly out of thin air, and clasped the necklace around Ginny's neck. Upon further inspection, Ginny saw that it was a locket, with a snake on the front, and a picture of Ginny and Draco (in his male form) cuddling and kissing and generally looking very happy. Ginny's face broke into a wide smile, as her eyes appeared to tear up a bit. She hugged the woman before her, and couldn't wait to get her Draco back. Draco stroked Ginny's hair until she was fully composed, then stood up.
"Come on, vixen. It's show time." As Ginny and 'Draco' traipsed down the stairs, they were met with a loud gasp from Molly, many eyebrows raised, some protests from brothers and a father, and a few shudders at the knowledge that they had just checked out a man.
Draco smirked and walked as seductively as possible down the remaining stairs, playing up every possessed asset. Ginny shook her head and walked down as virtuously as possible. However, it was hard, being she was dressed to the nines in her slutty-est slut wear.
"Now," said Ron, taking charge of the situation. "I understand that Draco gave you a bit of jewelry, Gin? It's charmed to be able to home in on Draco's belt, so that you will always be able to find the other. Now, in order to activate the charm, we tried to choose a completely random phrase... and George came up with one, and no one seemed to be able to come up with anything else, so when you plan to activate it, say "Time for Spankings." Ron took this moment to shake his head, before launching back into his schpeal.
"And just so you know, you will be placed under many charms. We're going to charm your eyes so that what you see will be projected onto the living room wall. Your ears will be charmed so that what you hear will fill this room. And at the first sign of trouble, we're going to Apparate to you and..."
"Kick some major ass!" Bill finished for him, looking sheepishly at Molly afterwards. Mrs. Weasley, however, was to busy wringing her hands and fussing over Ginny to be bothered with her son's foul language.
"Oh, Virginia. Are you sure there isn't another way," Molly said, trying to wrap a shawl around her daughter.
"Mum, I must. What Harry did to Hermione was, is unforgivable. I can't just stand back and let everyone else have the fun of torturing Harry! How fair is that?" Ginny said, while shrugging off her mum's shawl.
"Ginny, Draco, he's Apparated to Hogsmeade. If you're gonna go... Go now."
Ginny looked at Draco, then tossed some Floo powder into the fire.
"The Shrieking Cat," and as the flames turned alternating shades of jade and bottle green, Ginny and Draco stepped through the flames.
End part
A/N: since it's summer, and I have no life... I might keep working on this. YAY!