Disclaimer: I own nothing. Who the hell would want to own Lucius? Not me..

A/N: I kind of changed the way Lucius is a little bit..

"Narcissa! Narcissa! We need to get ready for that young Weasley girl! NARCISSA! We have make her get the mark!" Lucius ran around the house in search of his wife.

"Put a lid on it, Lucius! Everything will be ready. However, you do need to go see Voldemort." He mimicked Narcissa childishly.

"YOU need to go see Voldem-"

"Lucius Malfoy! I swear if you don't stop it, you'll be digging these Every Flavored Beans out of your ass for a month!" Lucius made a disgusted look.

"I'm going now.." He walked the house looking for a picture of Ginny. "Women, I swear.." He got some Floo Powder and walked to his fireplace to got ready to depart.

"Lucius! Have you seen my wig?" Narcissa screamed for Lucius.

"Jesus, woman."

.:.:Flash to Voldemort's Hideaway:.:.

Lucius entered Voldemort's chamber. "My Lord." Voldemort really wasn't that scary if you saw him the way Lucius did. He was sitting there in a big, comfy chair reading the Daily Prophet in little unicorn boxers.

"Malfoy! You are supposed to owl me when you plan a visit, haven't we covered this before?" Voldemort rose and changed into a more evil attire. "Now, what is so important?"

"Lord, along with the decision of my son, well, the decision I'm sure he will make, well, actually the one I'm mak-"

"Get on with it, Lucius!"

"Yes, yes. Well, I have someone else who I think is worthy enough to receive the Mark."

"Oh really? That's would be delightful. And who would that be that you think is worthy of coming to the Dark side?"

"Virginia Weasley." Voldemort's face lightened.

"Arthur's little girl?"

"Well, she's not so little anymore. Just turned seventeen, and I think that she would do wonders."

"Yes, but why on earth her?" Lucius smiled that devilish smile that he passed down to Draco.

"Because Mr. Potter would do anything for her, and if I recall correctly.." Voldemort caught on quickly.

"You do have a brain. Well done. Owl me when she is in your care."

.:.:To Hogsmeade:.:.

Ginny, Ron, Hermione and Harry had all walked over to Hogsmeade for the last Saturday before everyone left for the holidays. A week had passed since Draco and Ginny's last encounter. They all took a seat in the Three Broomsticks. Ron looked over at Harry.

"What are your plans for the holiday, Harry?"

"Well, I guess I am going to stay with Hagrid for a bit, then I might go see Remus. How about you, Ron?"

"Going to Hermione's." He smiled to Hermione, and looked over at Ginny. "How about you?" Ginny was too lost in her thoughts to hear her brother. "Ginny!"

"What? Oh, I'm going to pack some stuff and stay at here for a few days, and then go to the Malfoy's for a day or two." Ron looked at Ginny cold.

"You're really serious about this, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am Ron." Their waitress came to the table.

"Now that's four butterbeers?"

"Yes ma'am," Ron replied. Hermione took a drink and looked at Ginny.

"So Ginny, ready for finals?"

"Yeah, I think so. Not too much more studying, I hope."

"You'll do fine." As they finished their drinks and began to leave, Draco, Crabbe and Goyle walked in. Draco smiled.

"Well.. if it isn't Potter, Granger, Weasley, and-" Ginny cut him off.

"Ms. Weasley," she said with dangerous eyes.

"Right. You actually do something else but study, Granger?" Ron grew angry at him quickly.

"Why don't you and your demonic friends just leave?" Draco moved closer, hoping to intimidate him.

"Why should we?" Ginny didn't want Ron hating him even more.

"Ron, let's just go. We're done here anyways, Malfoy." She looked at him with a knowing glance. As they were leaving, Ginny caught sight of a crumbled up piece of green paper by Draco's feet. She quickly picked it up and left with her friends.

"Oh that Malfoy pisses me off!" Ron let his temper flare the minute they walked out the door. Ginny put a hand on Ron's shoulder.

"No worries, Ron. It'll be fine." Ginny was trying to think of a way in which Ron would begin to not despise Malfoy anymore. Then, the idea hit her.

"Hey, do you guys want to do Secret Santas?" The three looked at each other, a little dumbfounded, Ron the most.

"What is Secret Santas?"

"Well, Secret Santas is where a group of people put their names in a hat and they each draw one. The name of the person who you get, you get them a present. However, you cannot let that person know you have them, or anyone else for that matter." They decided that they liked the idea. The only problem that Ginny had was that she didn't know how to ask Dra-

"Count us in." She turned and saw Malfoy and his crew walking towards them. Ron burst out laughing.

"Ha! You three want in? That's a laugh." Ginny glared at her brother.

"Shut up, Ron. Fine, but this is serious. Don't mess up or screw around, Malfoy." His blue eyes turned to ice.

"Of course not." The seven put their names into Malfoy's hat. The Secret Santas were as followed:

Ron - Crabbe: "Oh geez, I didn't want to EVER have anything to do with him AGAIN."

Harry - Hermione: "Mione.. What doesn't she have or need?"

Hermione - Ron: "What should I get him..."

Crabbe - Goyle: "Food."

Goyle - Harry: "Scar-removing cream."

Draco - Ginny: "Great."

Ginny - Draco: "Great." Hermione continued on.

"You must reveal yourself to that person by Friday, before the train leaves." Ron looked confused, as usual.

"Mione, do we tell that person that we got them?" They all chuckled a bit, even Malfoy.

"Sh.. Keep it a secret, Ron." She smiled warmly. The seven of them scattered about leaving suspicion, curiosity and memories to follow.