A/N: Just to clear up any confusion, all of this is done from different points of views. Therefore, even though Ginny is in Pansy's body, she still thinks of herself as Ginny. Thanks to dementorchic for pointing out that there was a chance for confusion for my dear readers, which I certainly don't want! This chapter just features the two learning how to act like the other. No worries, the next chapter will feature some D/G action (rowr!) and other such things (things that will go unnamed because frankly I don't know what these things are). Thank you all so much for the reviews! I was surprised that this fic got so much attention. Arigato!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me, at least not in this world.

Ginny could feel herself falling asleep. It turned out that it was difficult for another to learn how to act like someone who was practically the antithesis of them. Parkinson was still trying to master Ginny's walk. Pansy who had a sexy swing in her gait had learn how to walk without moving her hips. Ginny, as Colin said, walked like a man. Of course, Ginny whapped him upside the head. Revenge was sweet.

Currently, Bulstrode was making Ginny practice her "sexy looks". Apparently, Pansy made these randomly at boys in the hall, and it would be unlike her if she did not perform them. That was why Ginny was sitting on the floor, a mirror placed in front of her, trying her best to do "Sexy Pansy Look (SPL) Type 4", which was a wink.

Bulstrode hit her with a newspaper for the fifteenth time. Ginny let out a small squeak. "Look seductive!"

"I'm trying!"

"Try harder!" barked Bulstrode. Ginny muttered some profanity under her breath, and attempt to make the SPL Type 4 once again, only to have another blow to her head. Ginny spun around, ready to take Bulstrode by the neck and choke her, even though she knew the girl could most likely beat her up.

Parkinson slid over, sitting down daintily on her knees. "Now, now, whatever could be the matter?"

"I hate the PSLs!" Ginny screamed.

Bulstrode handed the newspaper to Parkinson, who hit Ginny on the head. As soon as she was done with this, she handed the newspaper back to Bulstrode. Ginny squeaked again. "The PSLs are an art of seduction! There are a tool to get what you want, whenever you want. To master the PSLs is to master the minds of all men!"

"What if I don't care about the minds of all men?" Ginny retorted. She received another hit.

"I care about the minds of all men, and while you're in my body, you will too!" She ceased her screaming, her face slowly becoming calm. "Now, let me see it."

Ginny sighed. She mustered the best PSL Type 4 she could do, which Pansy responded with an agitated hiss.

"You're trying too hard. To perform the PSLs, one most believe that they are a sex god, that they are beautiful and alluring. You -" she said, poking Ginny in the nose, "- do not believe this. Now tell me, darling, do you have low self-esteem issues?"

Ginny's mouth hung open, "I do not!"

Parkinson rolled her eyes, "Right, right, I forgot. You're an overly confident Gryffindor." Ginny breathed in deeply, swallowing her frustration. Parkinson then took her hands, and held them. "Repeat after me, I am a sexy woman."

"What?!" Ginny screeched.

"Just say it. I am a sexy woman."

"I am a sexy woman," Ginny said in monotone.

Parkinson's nails dug into her skin, "Say it like you mean it! I am a sexy woman!"

Ginny closed her eyes, pinching her lips. She was getting really peeved, silently repeating to herself, 'This is really really stupid.' Finally, she opened them and said quietly, "I am a sexy woman."

"Louder!" yelled Parkinson.

"I am a sexy woman!" Ginny shouted.

"Louder! Louder!"

"I AM A SEXY WOMAN!"

The words echoed in the room. Parkinson released her hands. "Now, try the PSL Type 4."

Ginny looked at Parkinson, a look of doubt on her face. Suddenly, she felt a wave of confidence. I am a sexy woman, she thought. She performed the PSL Type 4.

Pansy squealed with delight. "Yes! Yes!" Bulstrode clapped, while Colin looked like he was going to pee his pants. He ran out of the room, mumbling unintelligibly.

Pansy smirked, nodding her head to where Colin just left, "There is your evidence that it worked, Weasley." Ginny burst out laughing.

"Alright," said Creevey as soon as he returned from his 'outing', "Let's go over important people in Ginny's life."

Pansy grumbled, "Yeah yeah."

"Ginny has six brothers. They go in the order of Ron, Fred, George, Percy, Bill and Charlie. The one you will be encountering will be Ron."

"I know who Ron is," she groaned, covering her face with her hands. She damned her brother to hell which was probably for the fifteenth time that day for making her go through this.

"Also, Ginny is close to Ron's best friends, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger," he listed off.

Pansy was taken back. "I have to mingle with them?!"

"Ginny no longer has a crush on Harry, and Ginny and Hermione like to have lots of girl talk, so you're supposed to know things about Hermione that no one else knows. Ginny will fill you in later," Creevey continued, obviously ignoring her. Either he was expecting her typical reactions, or he really didn't care.

Pansy's eyes lit up, "Dirt on the mudblood! Ooh, this is going to be better than I thought!"

Creevey, for the first time that night, glared, "Ginny never says that word. You shouldn't either. Also, if you set out to ruin the lives of any of Ginny's friends, she'll do the same to you."

"Yes, I get it. I was just playing with the idea," Pansy said, looking at her nails. She forgot how much Gryffindor's loathed that word.

Creevey gave her a doubtful look. "Right. Anyway, Ginny just broke up with her boyfriend, Dean Thomas," a mischievous look crossed Pansy's face. Obviously, Creevey caught it, "No, they never had sex.. I heard they snogged, but that was about it."

Pansy's face fell. "You never let me have fun."

A smile crossed Creevey's face, "If I let you have 'fun', Ginny would slaughter me. I would like to remain in one piece, thank you very much."

"On the lookout for your little friend? How sweet," said Pansy sarcastically. "Anyway, who broke up with who?"

"Ginny broke up with Dean," Creevey sighed. Apparently, the whole topic left him exasperated. "She said that he was a 'nice guy'," he said, leaving quotations in the air, "but that the relationship was becoming dry."

"Did Thomas still think their relationship was juicy?" asked Pansy, who was trying her best to seem indifferent.

Creevey still caught her cunning plan. "I think he was quite happy with the decision," he replied, "Anyhoo, just leave him alone. He and Ginny are trying their best to pretend the other doesn't exist."

"Oh, pity," sighed Pansy.

Creevey ignored her. "You room with Clara Fillmore, Charlotte Berry and Dana Nguyen. They're pretty nice, but a little weird. It makes them interesting. And, Ginny and I are really good friends with Luna Lovegood."

Pansy gave out a sound of acknowledgement.

"Also, we're going to have to think of a way to get you out of Quidditch practice, since Ginny is star Chaser."

"Whoever said I couldn't play Quidditch?" Pansy asked, finally looking Creevey in the eye.

He obviously wasn't expecting this, and was easily intimidated by Pansy's blank patronizing stare. "Um.. Well, you never really show interest.."

"That's because my father would skin me alive if he ever figured out," she responded emotionlessly. "I'm going to the Quidditch practices, and I'll go to the games as long as I'm not playing against Slytherin."

"I think we're only playing Hufflepuff this month," Creevey replied.

A sly grin grew on Pansy's face, "Hufflepuff, huh?"

Creevey smiled, "You know Gryffindor has a reputation for playing fair."

Pansy pouted. "There you go again, Creevey, ruining my fun."

"You know," Creevey said, "It's going to seem weird if you call me by my last name. People are going to suspect something weird."

Pansy rolled her eyes at the boy, "Fine. Colin."

"Same goes for all the other Gryffindors."

Pansy waved her hand, "Yeah yeah yeah. I get it. I'm not a moron."

"Oh, and what is 'Weasley's' first name?"

Pansy gave him a thoughtful look. "Lindsey, right?"

A smile slid onto Colin's face, "We'll need to work on that too."

"The only people you really need to know about are Draco and me. I guess you could say we're her only friends," Bulstrode grunted, taking out a chocolate bar and popping it in her mouth.

"That's it?"

Bulstrode shrugged. "Yeah." She broke off another piece of chocolate, "There's also the random visitors in her room."

Ginny blinked. "Visitors?"

"Oh, y'know, Pansy's nightly escapades." Bulstrode shrugged.

Ginny squeaked.

Pansy rushed over, practically dancing on the tips of her toes, and sat down fluidly beside Ginny. "More like sexcapades," Pansy corrected with a wink. Bulstrode smiled, in which Ginny became more pale. Pansy than turned to Ginny, saying in a mock distraught voice, "Oh, whatever are you going to do, Weasley? I mean, you being a virgin and all! I bet you're regretting that you didn't practice with Dean-ie Weanie, am I right?"

Ginny's eyes widened. "Wh - what?"

Pansy put her right hand on Ginny's shoulder, the other on top of it and rested her chin there. She batted her eyelashes. "Colin told me all about it, sweetheart."

Ginny exploded, ran to Colin (who as at the moment was deciding whether he should be amused or running for his life) and pinned him to the ground. "You told her?! I'm going to bloody kill you! Traitor!" Behind her, she could hear Pansy and Millicent laughing.

"If I hadn't, what do you think she would have done, Ginny?" Colin asked calmly. Apparently, this happened a lot.

Ginny sighed, releasing Colin as she stood to her feet. She dragged herself back to her chair, and slumped.

Pansy rolled her eyes from where she sat. Apparently, during Ginny's outburst, she had moved beside Millicent. She got up, and took her spot again on the arm of Ginny's chair. "It's not that bad, dear. I mean, everyone can tell, there's no harm done in confirming it. You're one of those girls, the kind that preaches no sex until you find the one you love. There's nothing wrong with that, such as there is nothing wrong with me being sexually active." She shrugged.

Ginny peered up, and replied, "That has to be the nicest thing I have ever heard you say, Pansy."

A sly smile entered onto Pansy's face, "Better not tell anybody. I've got a reputation to uphold... Ginny."