A/N: I officially despise They mess with my format. --;; So the first chapter ended up completely different looking than I meant it to be. They erase all my dividers no matter what kind they are…dashes…slashes…whatever. So I need to figure out a new type. Five people reviewed. Yay. The most I ever got for a single chapter. Thanks a bunch. Sorry this couldn't come out earlier. I'm grounded for one and a half more months and school is sort of hectic.

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Eventually the prefects rounded up the confused group, and herded them up to their proper common rooms. Although a few trailing Ravenclaws somehow ended up tied up in the corner of the Slytherin common room.

Up in the Gryffindor common room, a crowd was murmuring restlessly. Hermione Granger picked up a chair, dragged it to the front of the crowd, stood on it so every one could see her, and called for attention.

"Every body listen up! Since I am Head Girl and I happen to be in Gryffindor, I'll be directing you to your rooms. Please shift your attention to these two doors," she said pointing to two new doors behind her. Every student looked at the doors, which were located at the bottom of the stairs leading up the first through fourth year dormitories.

Very good," exclaimed Hermione and continued. "I will be reading each of your names off a scroll and telling you the location of your new room. The door on the left is all girls. The door on the right is for boys. Although all of you will have your own room, you will have to share a bathroom with four other people. Your belongings will already be in your assigned rooms so no need to worry."

Hermione unrolled a large scroll that rolled in a complete circle around the common room. "Aader, Kate!"

A blonde fifth year stepped forward. Hermione motioned toward the left door and said, "Left door, up the stairs to the fifth floor, sixth door to the left." The girl nodded and went through the left door.

Quite some time later, the room was considerably emptier than before. Hermione gasped for breath as she summoned a large jug of water.

"Nearly done I think…" She poured herself a glass and instantly gulped it down. "Yes…ahem. Weasley, Ginevra."

Ginny stepped forward and waited to be directed. "Oh hello Ginny. Left door, up all the way to the top, twelfth floor I think, second door to the right."

"Thanks Hermione." Ginny went through the door and looked up the winding staircase. It appeared a long way to the top.

Surprisingly enough Ginny reached the top in no more than a couple seconds without even breaking a sweat. As with every other flight she had passed, there was a door.

'Too many doors,' she thought but went through anyway. On this floor, or hall rather, there were only five more doors widely spaced. Two on the right, two on the left, and one at the end of the hall. The one at the end had a small golden label that read 'Bathroom' so apparently no one lived there. Or so Ginny hoped.

Vaguely Ginny remembered hearing that each hall slash floor had about ten doors. Eight rooms, two bathrooms she supposed. They must have run out of people so there was extra room on this floor.

Ginny walked up to her door. No label on this one, thank god. She didn't need freaky stalkers, creeping up to this floor in the middle of the night and seeing exactly which room she slept in. 'Let them guess instead.'

She turned the doorknob and went in. Inside were a bed, a few chairs, and her luggage. "Well this is pretty empty," she said aloud. Just then, Ginny spotted something on her bed.

Upon closer inspection, Ginny saw that it was a piece of paper and a sort of catalogue. She chose to read the paper first. It read the following:

Dear Ms. Weasley,

With this letter you will find a catalogue on your bed. It contains different furniture, wallpaper/paint colors, decorations, and window hangings. To choose one for your room simply point your wand at the picture. Have fun arranging your room!

Ginny folded it up and slipped it inside her pocket seeing as how she didn't have a garbage can yet. She opened the catalogue and her mouth dropped wide open. All the furniture was best quality and was worthy of a Malfoy. Not that she was complementing Malfoy of course. It's just that some of these things must have had a price tag bigger than her house!

'Well…might as well take advantage of it.'

Ginny spent the next hour or so flipping through the catalogue and admiring all the furniture. In the end, she settled with a lavender theme. Lilac walls; one of those muggle bunk beds with a swinging couch on the bottom instead of a second bed, lavender of course; soft lavender carpet about an inch or so thick, charmed not to wear down; full-length mirror made of some light cream colored wood; a bedside table of the same wood; a desk in still the same wood; an armoire so she wouldn't have to keep all her clothes in a trunk; and random lavender decorations such as candles, a pot of African violets that would probably die within a week, seashells for some odd reason, and other things to make her room feel more comfortable and lived in.

What the letter neglected to mention was that none of these items would arrive already positioned. Ginny got a shock when the bed fell out of midair in the room nearly trapping her underneath. The old bed of course disappeared.

Ginny spent another two hours fussing over the position of everything until she deemed her room perfect. Finally, she stuffed the catalogue in a table drawer and collapsed on the bed.

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Meanwhile (or a bit earlier actually), Draco Malfoy did not spend three hours furnishing his new room. He spent five instead. The color theme for his room was apparent. Black. Only black for Malfoys…with a bit of Slytherin green mixed in there somewhere.

A bed made of dark oak with silk black sheets, black carpet, black table, black chairs, black wardrobe, black bed stand, white walls thankfully, the odd gothic-like black candles floating in mid-air, black curtains, and even a black cat named Joye.

Of course, he had to have the traditional fireplace, convenient for burning corpses—er…that is…inconveniently placed…stuff. Right…

And since Draco was so gorgeous, he just had to have a mirror…or two…or five… So at this moment Draco was deciding which wall to transfigure into a mirror.

'Hm…maybe the one next to my bed. I do enjoy watching myself as I sleep.'

Ugh, so narcissistic. And he didn't even notice that it's actually impossible to watch yourself while you sleep. Aren't your eyes already closed?

Draco sat down on his bed and inspected his room. 'Not bad,' he thought as Joye jumped into his lap and started purring.

Oh right. Joye. Draco's most trusted friend. And probably only friend other than Blaise Zabini. Draco had found Joye during the summer. It was actually a Tuesday, while Draco was selling off some dark artifacts he no longer needed since his father's "departure".

He was wandering around Knockturn Alley when he rounded a corner and tripped over something. After retrieving a vial of smoky grey potion, which had questionable effects, he saw a relatively small jet-black kitten on the ground.

As he saw it lying there, emitting pitiful squeaks, he felt a rare burst of compassion. For some unknown reason, he had taken it home and nursed it back to health. From then on Draco was never seen without Joye. He had named her Joye for one reason…that's what it said on her nametag…along with the owner's address. But then again, Malfoys aren't known for returning things to their proper places, are they now?

"Perfect." His body hit the silk sheets at the same time another certain Gryffindor hit hers.

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Ginny opened her eyes and wondered why the hell she felt so uncomfortable. Then she realized that she has fallen asleep in her clothes and shoes. Well since she was already dressed, there was no need to hurry in fear of being late for breakfast or her first class. More time to wander around the grounds. She critically eyed her room one last time. 'Perfect.'

Ginny grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. Wander the grounds, breakfast, and then straight to lessons was her plan. She went out her room, walked through the hall and the door at the end, and down the amazingly long stairs, which yet again took less time than should have. It's as if she walked all those stairs in the time it should have taken to walk one flight. Now she was sure those stairs were bewitched.

As soon as she walked into the common room she noticed a crowd gathered around the Gryffindor bulletin board. As she watched, she saw a curious third year shove through the group, and out of sight. She emerged a few seconds later with an expression of a kind of disgusted disappointment. "Stupid Hogwarts…" she was muttering.

Ginny noticed Hermione standing by her side. "The twins up to something again?"

Hermione just smiled and shook her head. "Go see for yourself."
Ginny looked at Hermione as if she had suddenly grown two more heads as she left through the portrait of the Fat Lady. Hermione rarely gave her vague answers, only when the golden trio and saving the world were concerned.

As the third year had done, Ginny fought her way through the crowd and to the bulletin board.

The first thing she noticed was a newly pinned sigh flashing dazzling colors in the middle of the board. 'Hey! This looks like an explanation of that new program Professor Dumbledore was telling us about.' Ginny leaned closer to read the details.

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Draco groaned as the sunlight streamed from his window, and into his eyes. Through squinted eyes, he glanced at the alarm clock on his bed stand. 6:00 a.m. What business did the sun have rising at this time anyway? 'Too early. No coffee. Screw the world.'

Draco rolled over and pulled the silk covers over his head to drown out the light and return to blissful sleep. Yea right. On this dreaded morning, nothing happened as it should.

The door to the room burst open with a bang and something really heavy dropped on top of Draco's legs.

"Wakey wakey my little Drakey!" Who else but the faithful Blaise Zabini?

"Get off and go on a diet…" grumbled Draco. Well…at least he tried to. It came out more like "Gerugh…"

"Now that's no response to someone trying to do you a favor." Blaise frowned and yanked off the covers.

Still wearing yesterday's clothes, Draco didn't feel much of a difference in temperature, but the pesky sun problem was back. "Urgh…this isn't a favor."

"Course it is," said Blaise as he dug around in Draco's wardrobe for some fresh clothes to change into. "You'll want to read about the program and enter before all the spots are filled up."

"No way am I getting up…ever." Draco curled up and turned around so the sunlight hit his back.

"I'll get you coffee?"

"Er…no."

"With cream, cinnamon, and those little muggle marshmallows you like so much?"

"Now that's proper bribery," said Draco as he reluctantly got up from his bed and grabbed the clothes Blaise had laid out for him. Only Blaise knew his weakness. Coffee. With lots of sugar, cream, and all those other fattening things. And those mini-marshmallows. Draco had to threaten Blaise with death and mutilation when he had first found out about the marshmallows, to keep him from telling other Slytherins. If they ever found out he was so obsessed with a muggle sweet he would never get over it.

"The house elves won't let me in the kitchen in the mornings any more. They're terrified of what would happen if they ran out of marshmallows," shouted Draco from the bathroom where he was changing into his chosen clothes.

As soon as he was finished he and Blaise went down to the common room to look at the program explanations.

"As soon as we're done you better keep your promise," grumbled Draco.

"Of course I will! When have I ever let you down?"

"Plenty of times now that you mention it."

"That's not the point."

There was a small mass of people around the Slytherin bulletin board. Draco shoved aside an insignificant 5th year who was blocking his view. The overly flashy sign read:

Hogwarts Sponsoring a New Program!

Hogwarts is proud to announce that we will be participating in a new program this year. This program was designed to encourage inter-house unity and a little bit of fun for the students of Hogwarts.

This program is a modified version of a muggle "television" show called Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. We shall be calling this program H.I.R.M. (standing for Hogwarts Interhouse Relationship Makeover). During H.I.R.M. students will be paired up with students from a different house. Then the students will proceed to spend time with their partner while making over his/her room, look, and overall style.

Fifth, sixth, and seventh years are qualified. Unfortunately, there are only a limited number of spots. To enter write your full name, year, and house on a piece of parchment. Then submit it to the judge who will be pairing you off. The judge can be found on a stool in the middle of the Great Hall for the rest of the day. Pairing will take place at dinner today.

-Hogwarts Staff

Draco sneered at the sign. How ridiculous was that! The program was a waste of time. Dumbledore really was getting senile to permit that into the school. And based on that muggle tellybision nonsense!

Draco grabbed Blaise by the arm and dragged him out the Slytherin common room and in the direction of the kitchen.

Blaise obediently followed. "So are you going to enter?"

"What? No," growled Draco. "It's pointless and complete crap."

"All right. Suit yourself. I'm entering. Might be a bit of fun."

At that point the arrived at the painting of the bowl of fruit. Draco tickled the portrait. As it swung open, he pushed Blaise inside. "Coffee. Now."

Blaise chuckled. "At once your highness."

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Ginny sat in the Great Hall a while later stabbing at her eggs and bacon, thinking things over. 'Maybe I should enter. I do need some fun. And this would be great to meet people in other houses I don't know yet. All right. I'll enter. But not by myself.'

Ginny came to a conclusion. As she looked up from her plate, she saw Harry, Hermione, and Ron enter the hall. She immediately waved them over. As they sat down around her she asked, "Read about the new program yet?"

Ron was shoving his food into his mouth so fast, that any passerby would have thought they were starving him at home. "Suh weh ave," said Ron spraying Ginny with bits of soggy thrice-chewed toast.

Harry shook his head and translated. "What he means to say is 'Sure we have.'"

Ginny nodded as she performed a quick cleaning spell on herself. "Any of you thinking of joining?"

Ron was about to reply but Harry firmly clamped his hand over his mouth. "Er…sorry Ron. I don't think Ginny will enjoy wearing your toast to her first class," he said as he removed his hand as soon as he was sure Ron wouldn't attempt talking. Ron looked indignant but obediently shut his mouth.

"Well…" said Harry, turning to Ginny, "I've thought about it and I'm not so sure. I mean, who knows who I'll get paired with."

"But Harry!" exclaimed Ginny, "That's the point. You're not supposed to know. You're supposed to get to know people from other houses better. Not get paired up with an old friend!"

"Well…maybe."

"How about you, Ron? Just nod or shake your head. No response required."

Ron just shrugged and went back to his toast, which was now dripping with butter, syrup…and even some chocolate muggle sprinkles.

"And you, Hermione?"

Hermione looked at Ron disapprovingly as she civilly ate her food. "Well…I've thought about it but I don't really know. It will be a wonderful opportunity to make friends…"

"So you're all not sure. Well…" said Ginny thoughtfully. It might be time for a little begging. "I've been thinking as well…and…I thought it might be fun to enter. Just a bit of relaxing from exams and homework, and meeting new people to borrow clothes from. But I really don't want to do it alone. So…if you guys decide you'd enter, then we could join as a team."

Hermione turned from glaring at Ron to looking thoughtful. "Well…it doesn't sound too bad but I still don't know."

"Oh please!" And the begging ensued. "Come on Hermione. You'll meet up with new people. And Ron, would you rather work with me or leave your poor little sister to deal with some big bully Slytherin or something alone? And Harry…er…please?"

Ginny had literally dropped to her knees at this point, which put her underneath the table, so Ginny couldn't see their faces. All she could see were their knees and feet shifting nervously, or was it guiltily, as they decided.

Hermione was the deciding voice for the trio. "All right Ginny. Get up. We'll join the program with you as a team."

"Thanks Hermione, Harry, Ron." She hugged each of them in turn and continued eating until a question popped up in her mind. "Er…Hermione? Where is this so called judge?"

Hermione pointed to a hat on a small stool in the middle the Great Hall. "There."

"Oh right."

Hermione dug around in her bag for a piece of parchment and a quill. "I'll enter us. Don't worry."

Ginny nodded and watched Hermione as she quickly scribbled in her neat handwriting. When she was done the paper read:

Ginny Weasley, Sixth Year, Gryffindor.
Ron Weasley, Seventh Year, Gryffindor.

Harry Potter, Seventh Year, Gryffindor.

Hermione Granger, Seventh Year, Gryffindor.

Hermione folded it into a small square. "I'll go and enter us then, shall I?"

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Blaise emerged from the kitchens what seemed like an hour later, but at least he held a large mug of steaming coffee in his hands.

"What kept you?" said Draco as he grabbed the coffee and gratefully sipped it.

"Met someone on my way in."

"Someone other than those dreaded house elves, I hope."

"Of course! A charming blonde Ravenclaw."

"And…" inquired Draco.

"Well…let's just say the house elves were more than willing to provide the needed whipped cream, fudge, and cherries."

"Somehow I doubt you were just making dessert."

"Yes well…I got your coffee didn't I? And I put the right things in there as well."

"That you did." Half the coffee in the mug was already gone. "Now it's to the Great Hall for breakfast."

The two walked into said Great Hall, and headed for the Slytherin table. This morning the Slytherins didn't seem to be as hostile towards Draco as last night. One or two even waved at him. Talk about short memories.

"Looks like they're not bitching about your father anymore," said Blaise.

Draco snorted. "Very good detective. How observant…" There goes that early morning sarcasm.

Blaise shook his head and reached into his bag for a quill and parchment.

"What in Merlin's beard are you writing? You were never the type to do homework, let alone do it at breakfast."

"Never do homework? Why you insult me," said Blaise with mock hurt. "Do you consider me on the intellectual level of those brainless oafs Crabbe and Goyle?"

"Of course not. Those two couldn't tell the difference between the front and rear end of a broomstick."

Blaise finished up his writing and folded up the bit of parchment. "For your information I was entering the program." With that, he stood up and approached the beat up old cowboy hat perched on a stool. 'Whoa. Dumbledore really is off his rocker.'

As he drew closer he saw that annoying know-it-all Granger coming closer as well. Damn.

They reached the nice stool at the same time. "Er…h-hello," said the female twit.

Blaise just smirked and dropped his parchment into the hat. "You know you don't have to attempt a conversation with every guy you set eyes on."

"I was just trying to be nice!" she exclaimed indignantly.

"Nice and Slytherins don't mix. Think about it." He went off with a wave and another one of his smirks.

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The rest of the day was uneventful for Ginny except for a certain incident in Transfiguration. Luna had accidentally transfigured Professor McGonagall into a five-humped camel.

Ginny wanted the time to pass faster. It was nearly the end of double Potions and she couldn't wait for dinner. The pairing announcments for the program were supposed to take place.

Ginny stared at Snape with an expression of deep concentration on her face, mentally willing him to dismiss the class. 'Let us go you slimy old bat.' She stared harder. 'Let us goooooo…' Just when it seemed she was going to stare his nose off, Snape spun around on his heel and barked, yes barked, "Class dismissed! Twelve inches on the uses of moonstone for homework."

Oh great. Another essay. But at this point Ginny couldn't really bring herself to care. Dinner!

Out the door, up the stairs, out of the dungeon, and through the doors of the Great Hall. Ginny plunked down next to Hermione.

Ginny looked around. Everyone in the Great Hall was wolfing down their food as if they had been fed only Harry's mold summer salad for the past few weeks. It looked like everyone was anxious for dinner to end and for the announcments to begin. So Ginny followed their example and did the same.

Approximately five minutes later when everyone managed to digest a decent meal without choking or suffucating on bits of unchewed turkey, much, Dumbledore stood up and cleared his throat. The students were immediately silenced.

"As was promised we shall now announce the pairings for our new program. Unfortunately, I regret to say that we had a little…problem. I take full responsibility for being daft. I forgot to mention that you cannot sign up as teams."

'Oops,' Ginny thought. 'What now?'

"Therefore our hat has taken the trouble to separate you all. Unfortunately this has thrown off the balance of the number of students participating from each house, so I'm afraid that some of you will have to tolerate being paired up with a member of your own house. Now without further ado we shall proceed."

Well…it wasn't that bad. 'I just don't feel to good being separated from Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Oh well. I've got to grow up sometime.' Ginny turned her gaze to the hat which was now glowing bright red.

After a few moments the glow turned a funky sort of purple and two pieces of paper shout out. Dumbledore snatched them out of the air and read. "Harry Potter, seventh year, Gryffindor and Pansy Parkinson, seventh year, Slytherin."

Ginny grimaced. Poor Harry. Imagine being stuck with a Slytherin. Especially Pansy! He looked like he was about to puke in the middle of the Great Hall. His face even had that greenish tinge.

A few more papers flew by before she heard another familiar name. "Ron Weasley, seventh year, Gryffindor and Luna Lovegood, sixth year, Ravenclaw."

'Haha,' thought Ginny. 'Luna's had a crush on Ron forever.' Ginny thought she deserved a go a Ron. 'Merlin knows Hermione had enough chances.'

Speaking of Hermione… "Hermione Granger, seventh year, Gryffindor and Blaise Zabini, seventh year, Slytherin."

At that Hermione tinged a faint pink but didn't look too disgusted. Ginny felt sorry for her too. Two of her friends were paired up with Slytherins. Wow. If Ginny had the same kind of luck she'd end up being paied with Goyle or something.

"Ginny Weasley, sixth year, Gryffindor…"

Ginny's heart seemed to miss a beat at her name. She should really spend less time daydreaming. The moment of final suspense…

"And Draco Malfoy, seventh year, Slytherin."

'What?'

Well…nearly as bad as Goyle.

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A/N: Yay! Finally got this finished. Please give me feedback. Any questions comments? Hope to update soon. ((Still grounded here))