Chapter 1- the nameless chapter

It had been a mostly fun summer for Ginny Weasley. Her brother's best friend, Harry Potter, had come to stay, and the three of them spent every day practicing Quidditch, which was, in her opinion, the best game in the world. Ginny had been made a Chaser the past year, Ron was the Keeper, and Harry was the team's Seeker and captain. They played together all summer and developed strategies for the upcoming season, which would be Harry and Ron's last. It was great exercise, flying around all day, and all three had gotten tanned, despite the fact that Ginny and Ron had fair, freckled skin that didn't ever seem to tan before.

The only thing that troubled her was, Harry. He'd been acting strange-well, strange for him. He was very short-tempered lately and snapped at her and Ron whenever they weren't playing Quidditch together. Or, he was off in the twin's old room brooding (when he wasn't dodging curses that they'd left behind.) Something seemed to be troubling him, and she couldn't figure out what. It was quite depressing, really. Good thing they played Quidditch every day.

The summer was nearing its close, and the trip back to Hogwarts would be the next day. Ginny was secretly very excited about this-though not for the reasons you might think. She was excited to see Draco Malfoy at the train station. Just see him, mind you, no one wanted to talk to him, of course. Just look. Last year, Draco had arrived at Platform 9 ¾ wearing these very tight blue jeans and a black leather jacket over a black tee shirt. O my, o my. Every girl who'd seen him (even Mrs. Weasley!) practically drowned in their drool. And Draco, of course, suave as ever, didn't seem to notice. But those jeans and the black leather jacket came out again every Hogsmeade trip. Oh, how Ginny loved Hogsmeade weekends now... She'd even started having dreams about that black leather jacket... Oh...

Oh, wait. Where's Harry today? She had gone out to the back yard to meet Ron and Harry for their last game of threesome Quidditch before school started. But she only found Ron.

"Hey Ron!" she called. "Where's Harry?"

"He went out shopping today. Said he had to get some new clothes before school started."

"Oh, really." Ginny didn't believe this for a moment. Harry was a typical boy who hated shopping and who couldn't care less what his clothes looked like.

"Guess it's you and me, sis. How 'bout we try out that new maneuver we came up with last week?"

And so Ginny and Ron practiced flying tricks for the rest of the afternoon until dinner time. Harry only showed up back at the burrow after dessert had finished and immediately proceeded up to the twins' room with so much as saying 'hello' to the Weasleys.

The next morning was a whirl of activity as Ron and Ginny tried to get their things together for the trip to King's Cross Station. Ron had lost half his socks, Pigwidgeon was flapping about like he was on crack, and Ginny couldn't remember where she'd set down her pretty new earrings.

But Harry was calm and collected.

And he looked very different.

Oh, thought Ginny as she descended the staircase, tugging her trunk and finding Harry sitting in the living room. He did go shopping for new clothes yesterday.

When Ginny arrived at Platform 9 ¾, she noticed something odd.

There are an awful lot of girls here. And I don't know any of them.

She noticed a small group of them to the side, giggling and gasping over a newspaper. Ginny decided to walk up to them and ask who they were.

"Er-hello. I'm Ginny, and I don't believe I've ever seen any of you at Hogwarts before."

A pretty blond girl was the first to answer, holding out her hand to Ginny. "Hi, I'm Mary Sue." She had a pretty smile, twinkling blue eyes, and excellent fashion sense.

"Hi, Mary Sue," Ginny said as she shook Mary Sue's hand.

She proceeded to meet Maria Suzanne, Marie Suzie, Marilou Susan, and Maryanna Suzette.

"What are you reading there?" Ginny asked.

Marilou Suan, a brunette with curly, shoulder-length hair and large chocolate eyes, flipped her hair and answered. "Well, the news just came out today. We were coming to King's Cross to see Draco Malfoy anyway-"

All five girls proceeded to giggle and swoon.

"Yeah, we did. We totally had to see what he'd show up wearing this year," said Maria Suzanne, a short Asian girl with shiny black hair done up in a bun.

Ginny blushed, knowing she'd looked forward to the same thing.

Marilou Susan giggled, then continued. "But now, Draco Malfoy is engaged! Like, can you believe it?"

Ginny felt her jaw drop. He's only 17! How can he be engaged? Probably to that dog, Pansy Parkinson.

"Yeah, but who he's engaged to is the craziest thing!" Squealed Marie Suzie, clutching her small hands together. While she jumped up and down, her red curls bounced like a fire on her head.

"Who, then?" Ginny asked, getting quite curious.

"Harry Potter!" All five girls screamed, and proceeded to push Ginny out of the way, having just seen Harry arrive.

Draco is engaged to Harry?

Ginny heard a collective scream from every female under 50 on the platform. She turned and saw the reason.

She already knew Harry had decided upon a new look. She figured he'd just given in to reflecting his inner angst as a fashion statement. Harry wore black, leather trousers and a tight black tee shirt. The sleeves were small enough that they showed off his bulging muscles gained through all his Quidditch practice. His muscles were accented by a tribal-arm band tattoo around each bicep.

Merlin's beard, he's hot.

But Harry was not the only one with a new look. Harry was currently standing in front of, and glaring daggers at, Draco Malfoy.

Ginny herself turned into a lust-puddle.

Draco had always had a fair complexion. But today, he made it beautiful. He wore white leather, head to toe. He had on very tight white leather pants and a long white leather jacket that opened just enough to reveal his sculpted, bare chest. He had grown out his hair this summer as well, and had it tied back with sexy whisps of hair loose around his face.

It was like watching the contrast between good and evil come to life on Platform 9 ¾ that day. Black met white. Dark met light. They couldn't have looked more different or more the same. It was like a Double-Stuffed Oreo Cookie, those two standing there in contrasting colors.

Yummy.

Silver met emerald as the two men stared at one another.

"Potter, can't you come up with an original look? Or are you purposefully copying my own black leather statement from last year?" Draco drawled, as all the fangirls around him shivered and swooned.

"Eat dung, Malfoy." Harry responded, as all the fangirls around him squealed.

"Excuse me? Excuse me, Draco," a small girl with a blonde ponytail and deep brown eyes tapped him on his shoulder.

Draco whirled around to face her. "What?"

"Um, um... My friends and I, um, well, we all came from America to see you and,..." all the girls nearby nodded and looked very nervous.

"And?" Draco looked quite put out.

"And well," she went on bravely. "Could you strut a bit for us? And then maybe we could get your autograph?" She asked hopefully.

"No autographs. But you can take pictures." Draco answered, giving the girls a suave smile and turning elegantly toward the train. His white leather coat billowed out as he paraded himself down the platform. Before he boarded the train, he looked back at the girls and winked. Flashes went off from all over as the girls took their pictures. Then they all fainted.

Harry rolled his eyes and reached over to take Ginny's arm. "Come on, Gin. We should get on the train. And NO pictures of me! Get off!" He swatted at a girl with frizzy black hair who was clutching aa his shirt, pulling it out of his trousers so that another girl with waist-length brown hair was able reach up his shirt to stroke his stomach.

Ginny hung back a bit to get a good look at Harry's posterior in his tight pants.

Harry moved on ahead, swimming through the gaggle of girls to join Ron and Hermione. Just then, Ginny heard something very strange. It sounded like cowbells, there in the train station. She turned back and was astonished at what she saw. In the back corner of the platform were three black and white cows, looking over toward where Harry had been standing just moments earlier. If Ginny didn't know better, she'd have thought they were talking amongst themselves conspiratorially.

"Alright, so here's the story. I got a letter halfway through the summer from the Ministry of Magic. It appears they are instituting some crazy Marriage Law. It's all about trying to promote tolerance or some load of dung. Anyway, they've ordered me to marry Draco, or my wand will be snapped and I'll be excommunicated from the wizarding world."

Harry's news was met with silence. Ron's mouth was agape, Hermione stared back in shock before turning to rummage through her schoolbooks what did she expect to learn that would help anyway?. and Ginny just got very red in the face with anger.

"How can they make you do this, Harry?" Ginny asked.

"That's disgusting, mate." Ron said. "I think I'm gone be sick..." And indeed, Ron had started to turn a bit green.

Ginny's anger continued to flare. "But why you?" Why the two most beautiful men in the world?

"Haven't you seen the new Witch Weekly?" Harry asked Ginny in return.

Ginny of course, had seen the latest Witch Weekly. She'd plastered her walls with the pictures of Draco and Harry that had been published in it. The magazine had started a list of the top ten most eligible wizards, and Draco and Harry had tied for first place.

"The Ministry decided the law would receive the most acceptance if the two Most Eligible Bachelors were selected."

At this, Ron started to grumble. Ron had been selected only as the fourth Most Eligible Bachelor, after Oliver Wood, who'd been voted third. Ron had stewed over this all week. She kept hearing him mumble something to the effect of "Bigger staff my-".

"Oh man," Ron said, looking bewildered. "I'm glad I only was fourth, mate. Wow, what a mind job."

"Yeah, hopefully that's the only kind of job." Harry replied with a smirk.