Author's Note: Bonus Chapter! Pay close attention! This is where the confusion may stem from in the sequel. Things change up a bit with this chapter, so you might want to read carefully, so you can "connect the dots" when it comes to later chapters, the sequel, and the third part.

Disclaimer: Same as in Chapter 1.

Chapter 10: Overdose

Ginny had decided against going to the quidditch match, fearing that she'd start cheering for Draco, and draw more unwanted attention to herself. Instead, she stayed in her room, reading over the letter that discussed the use of the chocolates:

Ginny,

These are not ordinary chocolates; they are very potent pleasure candies. When one

touches them, a bond is formed. If someone else eats the chocolates after they've been

handled, well, let's just say it causes the most stimulating sensations to occur in whomever

touched the chocolates first. Now, as far as eating them yourself goes, EAT NO

MORE THAN ONE! I say this because eating these chocolates causes a change in your

thinking and lowers your inhibitions. Eat only one chocolate, unless you want to run the

risk of lowering your inhibitions too far and making a complete idiot of yourself again.

Just thought I'd warn you.

Draco



Ginny pouted. It wasn't her fault that she had made a complete idiot of herself in the Great Hall; it had actually been his. Putting the lid aside, Ginny carefully took out one of the chocolates. Examining it carefully, she inserted the smooth morsel into her mouth and began to chew slowly. Immediately the enchanted piece of candy began to go to work. Ginny could feel every muscle in her body relaxing as if they were being massaged all at once.

"Mmmm," she moaned, relishing the sensation. She eyed the box. "Eat no more than one," she told herself, "One, and that's it. But...there's an entire box." There were still nineteen amorous, cherry-centered wonders, all waiting to be eaten. Ginny found herself taking another chocolate out of the box.

"Oh, what does Draco know," Ginny said defiantly, looking the candy over, "I'm more nervous than most people. Besides, he has to be exaggerating. What harm could one additional chocolate do?"

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Ron, Hermione, and Harry had arrived from the match, followed by Colin Creevy, all still talking about the exciting match. All conversation ceased when they entered the common room. There sat Ginny, looking at each of them with sly amusement. Something was very wrong.

"Hello Ginny," Colin ventured. Ginny smiled. "Hello yourself," she said easily. Her voice was deeper with a husky edge that was not to be found in their normal Ginny. She was dressed in shorts; the same pair that her mother had complained was too short for a girl her age, and a brown spaghetti-string top. Smoothing back her copper strands from her face, she eyed her nervous companions from behind amused, but placid, eyes.

"Ginny, why are you dressed like that?" Ron asked quietly.

Ginny stood, stretching. "Because it was the only way I felt like dressing," she answered matter-of-factly, "so...how was the game?" A bit unnerved by this strange sensuality in Ginny, it left the boys without a response, leaving it up to Hermione to answer.

"Slytherin won," she stated simply.

"Surprise, surprise," Ginny responded, sauntering over to them, "You know, I have always found the majority of that team to be very, very sexy."

Ron cleared his throat. "Ginny, are you...are you on something?"

Ginny cocked her head, smiling sideways at him. "Why no, my dear brother, I am not. I was planning to be on Harry, but since he's a little apprehensive at the moment..."

Letting her voice trail off, and ignoring everyone's rather stunned faces, Ginny's gaze drifted to Colin. Smiling devilishly, she said, "Come here Colin, darling. I've got something for you." Colin took a step back, visibly alarmed.

"Aww, wassa matter Cowin?" she said, fixing her moist lips into a tempting pout, "Don't you like me anymore?" Colin, declaring that this was definitely a personal matter, all but ran out of the room. Ginny clicked her tongue.

"What is it with Gryffindor men and myself?" She asked, placing her hand on her hips, "I guess I'm just too much for them." Ginny turned her head towards Harry, giving him a knowing wink. "Isn't that so, Harry?"

Harry looked as if his mouth was to be closed forever, and Ron, casting them both questioning glances asked, "What are you on about Ginny?"

Ginny gave him a belittling glare. "What's it to you? Really, I'm growing so tired of you and your bloody questions. Go shag Hermione or something." Hermione and Ron both turned the same shade of pink.

"Really Ginny," said Harry disapprovingly, "that's not a very nice thing to say."

Ginny's face became contemplative. "I can't recall the last time I gave a damn," she replied, "oh wait, it was probably this morning, before them. Oh well!" Ginny hummed a little and twirled gracefully.

"Before what?" asked Ron exchanging a suspicious glance with Harry.

"Before I told you to fuck off you little wanker!" Ginny replied viciously, stopping in the middle of a twirl. "I thought I made it clear that I was through with your damn questions. I'm tired of you treating me like a child, and from now on, I'm not answering to anyone but myself."

"Oh is that a fact?" Ron asked dryly as she headed for the door.

Turning to give him one last look of disgust.

"Yes and you can bloody go to hell!"

After she was gone, Harry and Hermione had to persuade Ron to stay behind. "We'll go after her," Hermione said, "whatever's happened to her, you might make it worse by upsetting her." Ron nodded in reluctant agreement as they departed. He couldn't help feeling that this was somehow his fault.

"Only one thing to do," he resolved...

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Eyes popped as Ginny walked past them. The sunlight was doing wonders for her. It seemed be making her seem irresistible to ogling males as she walked. Ginny, ignoring the stares and comments, was content to find a nice shady spot. The day had turned slightly warmer, though it wasn't really warm enough for shorts. It was warm enough for Ginny, who reached to wipe the sweat from her forehead. Lying back on the cool grass, Ginny felt more alive than she had in ages.

"Ginny, would I be right to assume that you took more than one of the chocolates?" Ginny sat up lazily, eyeing Draco appreciatively. He seemed to have tanned slightly being out in the sun, and together with his navy blue long sleeved, button down shirt, and blue khakis, he looked very tasty as he stared down at her.

"You know," Ginny said, "I don't think anyone at Hogwarts has or ever will look half as sexy as you do right now."

Draco raised an eyebrow at the compliment. "I take it from the stares you're getting," he said looking around, "the same could possibly be said about you."

Ginny rose to her feet. "Only possibly, Draco Malfoy," Ginny said with feigned disappointment, "I know you can do better than that."

"I would," he said smiling, "but," he gestured to a swiftly approaching Harry, "we're about to have company."

Harry didn't acknowledge Draco right away, instead looking at Ginny as one would a child who had ventured too close to the fire. "Ginny," he said tugging on her arm, "come with me please." Ginny sighed and turned impatiently to Harry. A strange fire illuminated from her pale green eyes, one that hadn't been there before. Harry knew something was mostly certainly wrong with her.

"You really must make up your mind," she said with a sigh.

Harry looked her over in confusion. "About what?" he asked.

"One minute you want to have sex, the next you don't and then you do again. Look, I'm growing tired of waiting. If you want to shag me, say so, if not, fuck off." She emphasized the last part with a slight shove.

She then turned, and to Harry's horror, wrapped her delicate arms around Draco's neck. Draco looked as if he were moments away from laughing his head off, but that changed when Ginny kissed him. He patiently allowed her to taste the sweetness of his lips and inside his mouth. Before she could go any further, she was lifted up by Harry and tossed over his shoulder.

Harry half wanted to apologize to Malfoy, but seeing the look of blissful enjoyment on his face, he decided against it.

"Harry!" screeched Ginny, "you put me down right now! I am not that kind of girl Harry Potter! Let me go or I'll scream...." Ginny didn't scream; she passed out.

Author's Endnote: Oh the suspense...well, it's only suspense if you haven't read this story before. For those of you who didn't understand what happened, the chocolates that Ginny ate (too many, by the way) have had an interesting effect on her personality. I've made changes to the storyline, and a few more are coming, but hopefully you guys will continue to enjoy this story, at least I hope you do. BP