Disclaimer: JKR owns the characters, except for the two Mary Sue's I put in.

Chapter 7

Lyra quickly strutted down the halls, away from the infamous broom closet, and from Draco.

"How dare he! No man reeseests mwa, no man leaves my side unlezz I order eet! Eespecially not for a Veasley!!" She huffed, her anger bringing out her glamorous French accent even more.

Suddenly, she heard manly giggles emanate from a nearby classroom.

"Hmmm... I tzink eets time to put my plan eento action." Her shapely lips formed a mischevious grin. Opening the door, and gliding into the classroom, she looked straight to the source of that incessant giggling .
There, in the back corner of the charms classroom, lying amongst fluffy red pillows, Ron had Harry pinned to the floor. He was leaning over him, both their shirts unbuttoned.

"Vhat eez going on here?"

They boys gaped at her, and Harry hurriedly proclaimed, "Um, we were, on our way, to..." he stuttered.

"The kitchens!" yelled Ron.

"To get..." interjected Harry.

"Pie!" said a triumphant looking Ron.

"I am sure you were." Glared Lyra. She couldn't seduce these two...they obviously had different taste.

The boys hurried guiltily out of the room.

"Who eez eet going to be?" Lyra whispered to herself.

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"Draco! Seamus! I mean it, STOP!" Ginny's cries to the boys were drowned out by the clamor they made, the two boys brawling in the corridor. Hoots and hollers echoed from the nearby paintings and suits of armor, as they all crowded closer to watch the fight. The sheer passion they put into the battle seemed to envelop them. There was a blinding light and suddenly they were precisely ten paces apart, facing each other.

Draco was dressed as a sexy pirate, with tight leather breeches and a white shirt, unbuttoned to bare his marvelously chiseled abs.

Seamus was a rough and rowdy western cowboy, wearing tight cowboy pants and a barely there vest.

Their swords clanged against one another's provocatively, all of their pent up emotion and hostility and jealousy spilling out into one dire moment.

While watching this, Ginny almost fainted from the tingling feeling in her lower region. Here were two daring, beautiful men, fighting in the sexiest get-ups shed ever seen, all over her! "Which one will I choose?" Ginny wondered as she watched the action. "Seamus is so valiant, kind and honest, he will not waver in his affections; but my true passion lies within Draco. That silky hair, that rippling body, those dazzling eyes, that perfect mouth which kisses me with so much fire! Yet one word can kill my soul! Which one should I choose?"

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Lyra was pacing her catlike self back and forth in her dorm room. If her boots hadn't been custom made and charmed to always be brand new, the soles would be gone, five inch heels and all; and if anyone had seen her, they'd have thought for sure she was going completely, barking mad.

"Who could eet be? Who vill I use?" She repeated in her head, over and over. "Who can I use to make Draco jeelous?" Lyra swatted stray raven tendrils from her face, and gave the floor a very indignant, yet sexily flustered stomp. This was an internal battle that she would, under no circumstances, allow to get in the way of being as cute as possible, all the time.

Suddenly, a faint look of realization came over her face, and a whisper of a smile slightly pulled the sides of her mouth. Once again she was classy and in control Lyra Exotica. She had a vibrantly mischevious twinkle in her eye, and she had a plan.

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"You tickle the pear!"

"No, you!"

"It wiggles under my fingers, I don't like that."

"You didn't seem to mind earlier" Harry teased.

"But you aren't a giant fruit painting." Ron teased back playfully.

"Aren't I?" Harry smiled, and gave Ron a push.

They soon forgot notions of pie and tickled each other mercilessly. Boyish giggles filled the corridor.

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Lyra put her hands over a cauldron, bubbling a mysterious fuchsia liquid. She waved her hands over it, muttering obscure French phrases.

Suddenly, she cried "I call forth from zee darkness, Zee Black Panzy!!!" A flash of burgundy light emitted from the cauldron, and suddenly, standing next to Lyra, was the infamous, and dreaded, Black Pansy.

The Black Pansy was a mysterious villain, called upon by dark wizards all over the world to commit evil deeds for them. She was of a tall, slender build, obviously female, dressed in a black leather cat suit. Her features were hidden behind a shimmering black mask. The only clue to this graceful girl's identity was the mass of bushy, brown hair that cascaded down her back.

"You called on the evil Black Pansy?" The Black Pansy casually asked a shocked Lyra Exotica.

"Of courz I deed. I am high class. I do not do zee dirty vork."

"Hmmm, I smell a bargain Miss Exotica. But, what will you give me?"

"Power not found een any books, Black Pansy." Lyra smirked.

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Meanwhile, Ginny was having a much more detrimental internal battle, than the sexy masculine one rolling about aggressively at her feet.

"Seamus would stick by me forever, but my love for Draco is one of a kind, and I ache for him and his gentle touch." A familiar pull in her brain left her thinking of their time spent together in the prefects bath.

"Draco has left me once already! But...this just isn't fair to Seamus! I should have never involved Seamus in this mess, he's to pure and kind to be toyed with like this! Draco has taken my heart. They battle for my love, here, at my feet. I can't let Draco hurt my twice, I can't let –"

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" It was Professor McGonagall, in a hairnet and bathrobe, apparently getting ready for the masquerade ball to take place later that night. Yet it was still midmorning, how curious. "You all should be ashamed of yourselves! It's a SATURDAY! What are you doing in the dungeon hallways?" McGonagall trailed on...

"Hmm...what a scene to stumble upon!" Said The Black Pansy to herself as she viewed this scene through her Crystal Ball of Surveillance.

Draco and Seamus pulled apart in surprise at the shrieking professor, standing in a bathrobe, and false eye-lash clad in front of them, her hands on her hips.

"Someone stop staring and answer me!" McGonagall yelled.

Draco roughly and unkindly pushed Seamus to the ground as he stood up. "Professor, this isn't what it seems. We were practicing a part for the new Drama Club that we were going to ask..."

"Madam Pince to sponsor," Ginny interjected. "We thought it best to have a piece ready, for persuasive purposes." Her freckled cheeks reddened slightly. Her head was spinning in panicked chaos.

Draco was apparently keeping his cook better then she, and shot her a suspicious look.

"Uh, uh" Stammered Seamus, "It was from a piece we wrote, Draco here plays the..."

"I play the valiant hero named Sir Booty Bopper" Draco said proudly. "And Seamus here is the evil man trying to steal Sir Booty Boppers true love!" He said the last bit very quickly, while locked in a meaningful gaze with Ginny.

"You all have got to be kidding me." Said Professor McGonagall. "That was the worst excuse I have ever heard. But, since I have no evidence against you, I would be happy to sponsor your Drama Club."

Ginny's mouth dropped open. This was too much for her. Draco had just confessed his love for her, and now Professor McGonagall expected them to actually start a Drama Club!

Seams surprisingly was the first to speak. "Alright professor, you won't be disappointed, it's going to be a great skit. But Draco here is only in it because he lost a bet"

"There is to be no betting on school grounds!" She shrieked. "Mr. Malfoy, that will earn you 10 points from Slytherin, and a detention from me tomorrow! Now all of you, return to your common rooms!" She turned on her heel, her bathrobe flying open, revealing a lacy pink night gown.

Ginny then swiveled around and dashed out of the dungeon.

"Ginny!" Both boys called.

"Now look what you've done, ferret!" Seamus spat at Draco.

Draco stared off in the direction that Ginny had disappeared in. "Yes...your right, it's all my fault." Draco said quietly. A whirl of deep pain seemed to be forming in Draco's eyes. He slumped his shoulders, and trudged off into the direction of the Slytherin common room. "What have I done?" Draco whispered to himself.

He disappeared around a corner, and left a confused, stunned Seamus standing all alone.

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Ginny dashed into her common room. She was ecstatic! Draco loved her! Yet she was so scared...What should she do next? She ran into her room, colliding with her oblivious roommate, Ajamacraja.

Ajamacraja tilted her head to the side, her flowing corn silk hair tumbling down her shoulders. She had an adorably confused expression on her pouting face. Cherry red glossed lips complimented her pool blue eyes. So pool blue you would expect her to cry tears of chlorine. Her peppy voice rung, "Ginny! Ouchies! What's the rush girlfriend?"

Ginny ran a delicate hand through her glimmering red curls. "Oh, I'm sorry Ajamacraja, I'm just, flustered!

"Oh, ok! I was just on my way to have some delicious Wizbucks, the best coffee ever in the wizarding world! I just love it soooooooooo much! Sometimes I call myself Ajabucks, because I love it so much. Heehehe, isn't that funny? Well, since you're here, can I paint your nails? We need to start getting ready for the masquerade ball!!" Ajamacraja said while bouncing excitedly, her round breasts jiggling with her ever move.

"Err...ok, sure" Ginny paused, and sighed while Ajamacraja dragged her to the closet with a dazzling grin, as if their were nothing more enthralling than matching skin tones to seasonal colors.

With a very dramatic air, Ajamacraja threw open the wardrobe doors and began flipping through her masses of silky, sequined gowns. Dozens for each hue of the spectrum.

"Wow, why do you have so many dresses at school?" Ginny was dumbfounded. This was verging on ridiculous. No, it had exceeded ridiculous. It hurled itself off a normal plane, past ridiculous, into downright unbelievable. She rubbed her sparkling chocolate eyes.

"Oh!" Her silly blond bint of a roommate giggled, "I just LOVE dresses! I take dance lessons with Dumbledore and Trelawney sometimes." Her voice dropped an octave, "Professor Trelawney says it is foreseen that I will meet my dream guy while tangoing! I have to get ready now!" She squealed the latter sentence, her fair face lighting up with simple, childlike delight.

"Soooo, what's my color?" Ginny asked.

"You mean, you actually want me to help YOU, Miss Beautiful without trying?" Ajamacraja didn't even wait for an answer, and began feverishly picking out dresses for Ginny to try on, for the next few hours.

Ginny didn't mind though, her mind was on Draco. She would be seeing him tonight, and she was going to be absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful! Just the thought of him made her swoon. "I really hope he loves me," she thought to herself, "And tonight, he won't be kissing that stupid slut Lyra Exotica, he will be kissing ME!"

Finally, she tried on a strappy, backless gown that accented her slim figure, showing off all her curves in the right places, and revealed a good amount of her shapely legs. It was black, magnifying the crimson color of her hair, and made her skin look even creamier. Her large brown eyes sparkled as she studied the lavender embroidery on the dress. They weaved delicate flowers along her gown, making her appear to be a night fairy, glowing and delicate.

"Wow!" The two girls gasped. It was perfect.

"I think this is it." Ginny breathed shakily, stunned at the transformation. If she was effortlessly beautiful normally, now she was a shimmering fairy queen. But she was not overdone, she maintained an otherworldly aura. That of an astonishingly beautiful, iridescent fairy wing that is spotted peripherally, but when focused on, disappears!

"Make up time!" Squealed Ajamacraja, the same excited but daft expression dancing across her face.

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The Black Pansy was crouched in the corner of her dorm, pouring over stacks of crumpled, stained and down right dangerous looking dark magic books. She pondered aloud, combing a hand through her mass of bushy, brown hair.

"So...what evil deeds shall I do for this Lyra Exotica, it must be as devilishly evil as possible! I wonder why she wants to harm Ginny and Draco? That's a strange combination of people. Hmmm, oh well, whatever I can do to spread evil!"

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"I vonder eef I could make zis eeny more low cut? Eet dows not show eenoff booby?" Lyra said as she prodded an Arabian style indigo dress with her wand, making it completely sheer. She put it on and adjusted the skirt to make it swirl around her. Beneath the transparent material, you could see her lacy, black panties and matching push up bra, not that she needed any more enhancement. "Perfect!" she purred, pouting her lips and beginning to design her Arabian style mask. "Zees enchantments may even be able to stop zee strongest of love." She whispered some foreign words and a long, silver ribbon streamed out of her wand, and twisted into a snake, circling her neck, becoming a necklace.

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The sulky, confused cloud that had engulfed Draco's elegant features had been replaced with a charming, daring, almost dangerous expression; exactly as one would imagine the face of a heroic lover, going into battle would look. His stormy eyes were alive with passionate feelings.

He slipped on a pair of black leather pants, that accentuated his sculpted buttocks. He pulled on a long sleeved, tight fitting white shirt of the finest material.

His outfit, contrasting colors, seemed to symbolize the struggle of forces and emotions within him. The essence of Draco Malfoy.

Draco ran a hand through his silky, silver-blond hair and took one, last, long look in the mirror.

"It happens tonight." Said the magnificent specimen of man to his reflection.