Daphne was snuggled up to Blaise. Idly, one of her figners trailed patterns over his bare chest. Blaise let his head fall to the side, his eyes closed, sleepily. Daphne leaned her head agaisnt Blaise's, feeling tired.

"You alright?" He asked, a hand of his resting on her stomach.

She nodded. "Fine. You just managed to tire me out." said Daphne, grinning.

"Well, I try." said Blaise with a cheeky grin.

"YEs, I know."

Blaise ran a finger from her stomach up her chest, to her neck and across her lips, tracing gently

"Mmmm..." Daphne murmured.

Blaise grinned, and turned himself, so he was leaning over her. "Do you ever get tired?" asked Daphne, chuckling.

"Well, I do, but i like to make an effort." Blaise leant down, and kissed her.

"Nice to know you're at least human." she murmured between kisses. He chuckled, locking his lips agaisnt hers again

Later on they were laying in bed. "I forgot to tell you, my aunt's coming to visit for Christmas." said Daphne, snuggling into Blaise's side.

"Your Aunt?" He questioned, snuggling up to her.

"Mmmmhmmm." she murmured. "Blaise...... If I broke up with Terry, would you want to go out? Our parents would be pleased for one thing. I only even dated Terry to piss my parents off, and he knows it."

"Yea ok." He replied, his words were sleepily said. "Did he ever find out about me?" He asked.

"Yeah. He doesn't care much. I get to piss off my parents, he gets to mess around with 'the prettiest girl in school'. It was more a deal then a relationship anyway. He'll learn to live with it."

"Eh, worked out for both of you then." replied Blaise, his head lazily rising, his lips kissing the skin of her shoulder gently.

"I suppose."

"You suppose?" said Blaise. Daphne shrugged. Blaise noded slightly, and let his head fall back against the pillow it once rested on.

"Do you think Ginevra and Draco will last?" asked Daphne, laying comfortably against him.

"To be honest, I don't have a clue. I'd like to say yes, but I also have doubts."

"They make a gorgeous couple though." said Daphne, purely from an asthetic point of view.

"They do look good together." said Blaise, thinking.

"She could be really gorgeous with a full Slytherin make over. The straight hair was over-kill however. Draco meant well, I'm sure, but it takes a woman's touch. Mine, to be precise."

"Why don't you, she seems to have warmed to you particularly." Blaise said.

"Well how could she not? I am irresistably charming, don't you agree, Mister Zabini?" said Daphne, smirking.

"You are incredibly beautiful, AND irresistably charming, Miss Greengrass."

"Why thank you, Mister Zabini."

"It's my pleasure, Miss Greengrass."

"Somehow I'm not tired. Do you want to sleep or go and find Draco and Ginevra?"

"I could be awake." said Blaise, blinking, trying to wake himself up a little.

"You can sleep if you want to. Today is the last Hogsmeade trip until Febuary, the one for those of us who stayed for Christmas to go last minute gifting. I think I'll drag Ginevra out shopping."

"That'd be great if i could sleep." said Blaise, looking like he was going to drift off any second.

Daphne kissed his forehead and rolled out of bed. She looked around the room and finally up at the hanging light. How the hell did we get my panties up there?" asked Daphne, pointing at a pair of lacey thong underpants hanging from the candle hanger.

Blaise poked his head out of the curtains, "I have no idea." he replied, looking confusedly at them. She grabbed them and pulled them on.

"They are incredibly sexy panties, but I have to admit, they suit you better when they are off." he said, poking out his tongue cheekily.

"Oh really?" said Daphne. She bounced over to him, wearing nothing but her thong and teasingly kissed him. "Now what did we do with my bra?"

"Check the mantle peice, I think that's where we were when I removed it from you." said Blaise

"Ah yes." said Daphne, grabbing a matching lacey bra that didn't look like it did much in the way of support. She picked up her dark green robes and slipped over her head, unwrinkling them with a quick charm.

"See you later love." she said, kissing him again.

"Bye hun." he replied with a smile. "Have fun." He called.

"I will." said Daphne. She headed out into the common room, to find Draco and Ginny making out on the couch. She stood in the doorway, counting down under her breath how long it would take them to notice her.

After having stood there for a good eighty seconds, she cleared her throat.

"What?" came Draco's voice and two heads popped over the back of the couch.

"I'm kidnapping your girlfriend." said Daphne.

"Does it involve the two of you nude?" asked Draco.

"It might..."

"Hmmm..."

"Oh shush you." Ginny pushed Draco back down and got off of him, walking over to Daphne. After a little more ribbing Daphne and Ginny left for Hogsmeade.

"So, what exactly are we doing?" asked Ginny.

"You're getting a makeover." said Daphne.

"Draco did that." said Ginny.

"Draco's got good fashion sense and isn't completely beauty illiterate, but dear, he's a male. And he's not gay, or at elast for your sake I hope not. Therefore, I am going to pin you down and make you over if it's the last thing I do."

"Because Draco's not gay?"

"Oh, love, if he is, he won't be after he sees you done up in true Slytherin style." said Daphne with a smirk.

"You're frightening." said Ginny.

"I know. Come on, we're getting you new robes." said Daphne. Ginny started to go into Madame Malkins.

"Are you insane? We're not shopping there."

"But they're the only place that carries second hand robes down here..." started Ginny

"Second hand? Darling, why do you think Draco has an account? 'Put it on the book.' the five most lovely words in the English language. Use them often. You can, actually, because I happen to know that Draco Malfoy has an account at every shop in both Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley." said Daphne.

"I don't want to us-" started Ginny.

"Dear, trust me, he's not going to mind when he sees you." said daphne. Eventually she brought Ginny around.

They went down a back alley into a small shop. Daphne entered and immediately began picking out robes.

"Isn't that a little... Uhhh low cut, Daphne?"

Daphne pulled out something, and held it up, comparing it to Ginny. "Low cut? This isn't low cut." She replied with a slight laugh, some of her dresses had no neck line.

Ginny blinked at it. "I thought the point of a neck line was that it was somewhere near your neck."

"I have a dress with a neckline that reaches my navel." said Daphne, putting it back, and looking through the rest of the rail.

"Isn't it kind of... Slutty, to wear something like that?" asked Ginny cautiously.

"Not if you charm it to stay put in the right places."

"That's... Not really the point, but okay." said Ginny.

"I know what you meant. And usually, I wear them for Blaise."

"I don't see the point of wearing something like that for Blaise... It obviously won't stay on long." said Ginny, giggling.

Daphne laughed. "I see what you mean."

"Anyway, I have no clevage, so the point of me wearing a dress like that would be...?"

"The wonders of gel-filled bras." replied Daphne, moving on, noticably in her element. Her other element was when her and Blaise got together.

"Gel-filled... Are you nuts?"

"No." She replied, looking down at Ginny.

"What if he feels me up? He gets a handful of gel?" said Ginny, laughing.

"They feel relatively normal, and well, hasn't Draco allready felt you up?"

"Yes..." said Ginny, blushing.

"Then what do you have to worry about?" She replied with a slight smile.

Ginny sighed. "Nothing, I suppose. I give up. You can do whatever you want." she instantly regretted it, wodnering how dangerous that statement was going to be.

Daphne grinned, "Alright."

"Just don't do anything irreversable." said Ginny quickly.

"Fine, spoil my fun!" teased Daphne. Ginny flipped through a few robes. Daphne was pulling them out and hooking themn onto her had at an alarming rate.

"How many robes are we buying?" asked Ginny, eyes wide.

"Two or three, I am just picking some for us to try." said Daphne with a smile.

"Ok." said Ginny. There were a good twenty in that pile, and finally Daphne beckoned to her, for them to go over and try them on.

Ginny walked over. "I'm going to try on that many robes?"

"Well, if you want." Daphne said, looking through the pile.

"No, because we'll be here for hours if I try them all on!" said Ginny.

"I know." She replied. She thought for a moment, and began sorting through them, and handed Ginny, the ones which, in Daphne's opinion would look best on her.

Ginny took them. She ended up with eleven. "Erm... Can I veto this one?" she said, holding one up.

"WHy?"

"Because it looks like a shirt Daphne!"

"Go ahead." she smiled, taking the ones she had for herself. Ginny went into the booth and slipped on the first robe. She came out. Daphne slunk out of the one next to her.

Ginny looked at herself in the mirror. "I look like a hooker." she glanced at the price. "An extremely expensive hooker." she amended.

Daphne, however who had the same dress on, looked at herself in the long mirror infront of her approvingly. "I don't mind it so much." The robes had a hue plunging neckline, and barely a belt around the bottom.

"Riiight..." Ginny went back into the changing room. Daphne admired herself a little longer, before going and putting on the next. Ginny came back out. Daphne took a little longer, but finally swept out dramatically.

Ginny looked at herself. "This one's better." it was slinky, dark red. It had a low neckline, but ntohign like the other one, and it was ankle length, with bell sleeves.

" Isn't bad." said Daphne, looking at Ginny from an angle with a smile. She had a floaty black one on, with corsetted bodice, and netted sleeves. Again, an incredibly low neckline, but that was Daphne's preference.

"I'm going to get this one." said Ginny. She tried on several others and ended up with four. "What next?" asked Ginny of Daphne.

"Hmm." thought Daphne.

"Well there's the salon down the road." said Daphne. "Could get your hair died, a little darker. I need mine highlighted again."

"Why would they go crazy?" asked Daphne.

"Because I'm their little girl. Let's go. That's what coloring charms are for. I can hide it."

Daphne smiled and they trudge off up the road.

Fifteen minutes later, Ginny looked at herself in a mirror. "Merlin! Daphne, you said a LITTLE darker!" she almost screeched. It was a dark red. Pretty with her skin tone. "I've gone from orange to... I have no idea what this color is."

"Deep crimson, i think they call it." said Daphne, her hair even blonder than before.

"Well... It is kind of pretty. What's next?" asked Ginny, resigned.

"What?" asked Daphne, noticing the tone in her voice.

"I'm just wondering what you're going to pull next."

"Me? Pull next?" Daphne looked at Ginny in a mock disbelieving way.

"Yes. You. Pull next."

"I was going to ask you to suggest somethng."

"Well it's your makeover, I have no idea.

Daphne shrugged. "Make up? Hair, shoes?, all three?"

Ginny was nervously waiting outside of the entrance of the Slytherin common rooms. Daphne was getting Draco.

Draco, who had been half asleep, pulled himself out of the dorm, and down into the common room sleepily.

He was grumbling under his breath about stupid women who wouldn't let him sleep when Ginny came down into the common room.

She was wearing black robes (she had picked black because she knew Draco liked them. They had a corseted bodice with a deep v neck and bell sleeves. They were knee length but a slit on each side that went a good six inches above her knees made that a rather moot point. On her feet were stilleto high heeled boots. daphne ahd had to try several differnt grace charms before Ginny could walk without the threat of breaking her ankle, let alone be sexy in them. On her face she wore a little eye make-up and dark red lipstick. Her hair spilled just to her shoulders in big waves.

Ginny waited for Draco's reaction, trying desperately not to bite her lip or fidget.

His eyes widened. "Wow." formed on his lips, before he floated over to her. "You look amazing!" he said, slightly lost for words.

"I look like I'm trying to pretend to be Daphne..." said Ginny uncomfortably.

"And you're carrying it off well." said Draco, linking his hands with hers.

"Thank you." said Ginny softly. Daphne had tried to get her to let out the Slytherin that everyone got glimpses of but this outfit made her feel silly and now she was acting like a shy litle Gryffindor. An attitude that really didn't match the outfit.

Draco smiled at her, "Heels are slightly precarious aren't they?" he said, kissing her cheek.

"Is that comment on my grace?" said Ginny, arching an eyebrow, instantly much more Slytherin.

"I'd imagine they are hard to walk in." He said, replying arching his eyebrow right back at her.

"You could always try them on later." said Ginny, face completely dead pan.

"Planning on taking them off?" said Draco suggestively.

"Only if you want to wear them." said Ginny. She was trying hard not to laugh and mostly succeeding. Except for a twitch in her cheek her face was dead pan. Draco ran a finger down her cheek with a light laugh. It was all she could do not to turn into a pile of goop, but that wouldn't have been very Slytherin of her. He kissed her, the stilettos giving her that extra few inches that she needed to be able to reach his lips, without having to stand on tip toes. She kissed him back, reminding herself to buy more of these stiletto things. There were comfort charms and the extra height made it well worth while. Plus, they made her legs look killer.

He wrapped his arms right round her, Blaise wolf whistled as Draco tilted her back kissing her deeper, suspending her at an angle which many a time, Draco had swept a girl into, and turned them into mush.

"Blaise you be quiet." came daphne's voice burrily. Ginny really wasn't listening.

He eventually pulled her back up again, their bodies close, their lips still touching.

Daphne and Blaise had gone.

Ginny wasn't breathing in the normal sense of the word really, partially because of the corsetted top, mainly because of Draco.

Draco was slightly out of breath. He knocked his nose against her, their lips brushing as Draco opened his eyes.

"That was.... Very romance-novel-ly." said Ginny in a breathy voice.

"That all it was?" asked Draco with a cheeky smile, his hands wandering about her back, playing with the ties on her back.

"It was also pretty damn sexy."

Draco smiled, "Good." he said, beginning to kiss her neck. She let her head fall back, spilling her dark red hair down her back. He caressed her throat and what part of her shoulder was bare. Ginny took in a deep, shaky breath. Or tried to. She was discovering that corsets really weren't very romantic. It was of course, nothing compared to corsets of old but still, it didn't exactly encourage yoga style breathing.

Draco loosened the corset, undoing some of the ties on its back. Ginny shifted, wondering how far draco thought this was going to go.

"Thanks." said Ginny, feeling reassured.

"My pleasure." said Draco, his face right up to hers.

"I'm sure." said Ginny with a little smirk. She felt all shaky but was hiding it rather well.

He ran a hand through her hair, "Want to come into my dorm?" He asked smoothly.

"I- well, but..." stammered Ginny. Draco kissed her deeply. Ginny was sensible, to an extent, but she was a dreamer and susceptible to charm and kissing and the like. She melted into the kiss. They, with a bit of expert guidance from Draco up the stairs, ended up sitting together on his bed, their lips locked tightly.

"What was that you were saying?" asked Draco, buring his face in her neck. She hadn't spoken a word since he had kissed her.

"I'm... Not.. sure." murmured Ginny in delerious tones. Whilst Draco heavily hicked her neck, he began to untie the back of her corset running his hands on the bare skin of her back. Whilst Draco heavily hicked her neck, he began to untie the back of her corset running his hands on the bare skin of her back. He did just that, sliding it off her top slowly, prolonging their kiss as long as possible.

"Maybe we should..." said Ginny, about to try and stop things before they got further. Draco thread his arms around her and kissed her passionately and deeply. Ginny lost track of her thoughts again, feeling her naked chest pushed against his shirt. Soon it was pushed against his bare chest.

The next morning Ginny woke up, feling confused. This couldn't be right. She was sticky with sweat. And naked. She also wasn't the only one in the bed, she realized. She was on her side, facing another person. A person who had a leg and arm thrown over her. A silver haired person. She shifted and found that she was rather sore.

"I had sex with Draco Malfoy." she muttered. "I had sex with Draco Malfoy." I had sex with Draco Malfoy!" the last was not loud, but it verged on a squeal.

Draco shifted round as the pitch of her voice got higher. Ginny shut up immediately and held still, not wanting him to wake up. He didn't. His silver hair fell across his peaceful sleeping face.

She wondered if she could sneak out of bed and then avoid him for the rest of the day. At the moment it didn't strike her as a weird morning-after reaction, although it would later. He shifted his limbs from ontop and by her, rolling so that his chest was exposed, the sheets covereing downwards from his navel.

Ginny looked around for her clothes. She spotted htem. "Oh god, I cannot believe I wore that." her hair fell into her face. "I can't believe I died my hair... I can't believe I lsot my virginity to Draco Malfoy......." she nearly groaned. Going into Draco's closet she grabbed one of his robes and slipped it over her head. It was far, far too big, but it was better than Harry catching her in that dress.

Draco slept still, looking angelic, not a word used to descibe Malfoys often. Ginny collected her things and quickly left, wincing. She really was awfully sore. There was no one around in the corridors on the way up to the Gryffindor common room. She made it into the common room, just hoping Harry was sleeping. Harry was sitting in a chair by the warm fire in the grate of the common room. Ginny cursed under her breath.

Harry looked round. "Ginny?" he asked, getting up.

"Hi."

"Hey." smiled Harry. "What you going up at this time? I thought you were asleep."

"Went for a walk." said Ginny, hoping he wouldn't comment on the clothes bundled in her hands or the too-big robes.

"Ah right, feeling ok?" Harry asked, noticing she looked paler, not twigging the darker hair.

"Yeah, fine."

"I'm glad." said Harry, yawning slightly.

"Right well, I'm going to get changed then. Bye Harry." said Ginny, dsiappearing up the stiars. She took a shower, put on a pair of jeans which were too small and a faded Weasley sweater, both hand-me-downs. Draco eventually woke up, looking around, his vision blurred with sleep.

Draco sat up. "Ginevra?" he said, confusedly. "Ginvevra?!" he called. His face contorted into a scowl.

Blaise poked his head in the door. "I was on the couch in the common room. She left, wearing one of robes, mate. A good hour ago."

"Hmmm..." said Draco, leaning back on his hands. "Didn't you stop her?"

"No." said Blaise.

"Urgh." said Draco groggily, pushing his hair from his face. Inside, he was angry that she just left like that, but his icy outer hid it.

"Mad because you usually do the ditching?" asked Blaise casually.

"Precisely." replied Draco, just as calmly.

"Bit priggish of you, isn't it?"

"Slightly." replied Draco, looking up at him.

"Well, if it bothers you go find her. Five galleons if you can. My bet, she's hiding."

"I will, and yes, she probably is."

Ginny should have stayed in Gryffindor tower, if she wanted to hide. Draco, did, of coruse, have the password, because he was a rpefect, but he'd have to risk bumping into Harry if he chose to go to the common room.

Instead, however, she was down at the Quidditch pitch, swooping around on her Nimbus 2000. It didn't seem likely that draco would think to look for her there.

Draco strolled casually down onto he quidditch pitch after having looked around most the school for her.

Ginny was swooping through the air, doing back flips, loop-the-loops, the hardest things she could think of. She was sweating, her hair was stuck to her neck, even though it was December, and snow was on the ground. Infact, Draco spotted a black lump that suspiciously resembled a cloak. She was up tehre, in the December air, without a cloak, or robes.

"Where'd you go?" Draco called up to her. Of course she didn't hear him.

"Sonorus." he said to himself before clearing his throat. "Where'd you go?" his voice rang out loudly round the pitch. Ginny turned sharply on her broom and came barreling down the pitch towards him. She stopped inches from him and swung off of her broom in one smooth motion. On land she was clumsy, but in the air, she was no such thing. Draco would ahve told you she wasn't so bad in bed either.

"You left." said Draco, his steely eyes sharpened.

"I didn't want to miss breakfast." said Ginny quickly. She hadn't gone to breakfast, of course, but draco didn't need to know that.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Why didn't you wake me?"

"Nobody I know likes to be woken up, even for breakfast. You know, I didn't have one of my dreams last night?" said Ginny, trying desperately to change the subject and knowing he was rather fascinated with her dreams.

"You didn't?" asked Draco. " I wonder why that was." he crossed his arms in thought.

"I don't know. Maybe it was you." said Ginny.

"Might have been." said Draco with a slight smugness to his words. "And you should have woken me, even to say that you were leaving."

"Okay, I'm sorry." said Ginny, glad that he wasn't friends with any odf the people she kenw had been at breakfast. The likelyhood of his finding out that she had lied was slim. He never had to know why she'd left and she could just... Avoid sex. Or something like that.

Draco nodded, his face becoming less hard, although the anger in his face still hadn't subsided. She hoped that he let it go... But with the way Draco was, she doubted it.

Draco looked at her, harshly he began to form words. "You I don't aprreciate being left like that." he advanced on her, taking a pace forward. The crunch of ice under his foot as menacing as his voice.

Ginny stumbled back. "No need to go all vampire on me, Draco."

"Vampire?" spat Draco. He advanced again. "I mean it, No one ever does that to me, because they know I'll get very, very angry." his voice hissed out the words. He seemed to tower down over her.

"Don't try and imtimidate me, Draco!" snapped Ginny, pointing a finger into his chest. He stared down at her, making no reply, and not moving in the slightest. Ginny glared back up at him. "Back off of me if you're going to be hostile."

"Who said I was going to be hostile." replied Draco coldly.

"Oh, you're not being hostile at all Draco, forgive me."

"This isn't hostility." his lip curling with a slight smirk.

"Fuck you." said Ginny succinctly, moving to go past him.

"You did that already." replied Draco, stepping infront of her.

"Let me past Draco." said Ginny icily. "Because I am not interested in talking to you right now." He didn't move, purposfully making her walk around him. That was Draco's way. Everyone had to bend around him. Ginny walked around him. He watched, not saying another word. She went into the castle, postiviely fuming. Okay, she shouldn't have left. She knew that. And he would have had a right to be mad. But trying to intimidate her, refusing to let her pass... Draco looked around the pitch, cooling off. He could just make out the dark red spec moving up towards the castles that was Ginny.