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Chapter 1: Orientation

"Come on, Gin-Bug, you're fine just the way you are."

"No, I'm not! I'm twenty-six years old and unmarried, Charlie! Did you notice that I'm the only one in the family- other than you, but you're one of the oldest, so you're redeemed- who didn't get married and have kids by the age of 24?" the woman cried.

There was nothing wrong with Ginny Weasley. She was about 5'4" tall, with long, curly hair that was red, blonde, and every color in between. She had chocolate brown eyes, and perfectly straight, white teeth.

"It's fine that you're single at twenty-six," Charlie, her favorite of the brothers, argued. "You just take your job very seriously. You could get married like that," he snapped his fingers, "if you wanted to."

"Thanks for trying, Charlie, but it's no use. I'm doomed to live my life as a single, ugly girl with loads of red hair, boring eyes, and a body like a twig." She stood up and left with a pop back to her apartment. She, tired from a hard day's work, collapsed onto her bed, and drifted into sleep.

The next morning, Ginny got up and, as usual, pulled her hair into a tight bun and slipped on one of her many business robes. She owned a store that sold muggle items that witches and wizards would be interested in using. Grabbing an apple, Ginny apparated and soon found herself on the first floor of her business.

"Good morning, Ginevra," her Secretary, Marcy, said cheerily. Marcy was also one of Ginny's best friends. "That's a very nice outfit; I'm amazed that the guys are trailing after you like puppies!"

"That will never happen," she replied, smiling gratefully, then going into her office. Marcy followed her.

"Ginny Weasley, you need to get yourself a guy; you are so boring!"

"Well, thanks," the redhead scoffed, sarcasm in her tone.

"I'm your best friend; I can't lie to you. You seem old, and you're not." A mischievous smile came across her pale face. "That's why… I signed you up at that new matchmaking place down the road."

"What!"

"Draco, you twenty-seven years old, darling!" Narcissa Malfoy complained. "Who knows how much longer I'll be around, and it would be my greatest joy to see my only son get married, and give me grandchildren to spoil every time they visit."

"Mother," Draco Malfoy started softly, "You tell me this every bloody morning, but I just can't do anything about it. When I turned away from- er- well, you know, none of my 'friends' from school would speak of me, and everyone else thinks of me as a man with sin branded on my forearm. It's madness!"

Truth be told, Draco loved his mother very much, and would do anything for her, but this task seemed impossible. He was a good-looking man, but would never let anyone get through his icy exterior to see the real him.

"I know just the thing to help you. I already signed you up, you just need to go tonight at six o' clock for orientation." She handed him a slip of paper with an address on it.

"Okay," he replied, taking the slip of paper cautiously. "I'm going to check out this place." A second later, he was in Diagon Alley.

He turned left, right, left, left again, then right, until he wondered if he'd ever find a way out. Then Draco saw it.

"What!"

Six o' clock came far too quickly for Ginny. She left straight from work to the matchmaking place. Upon entering, she saw about sixty people, all of whom were holding up a sign with someone's name on it in bright flashing colors. It only took Ginny about ten minutes to find her name.

"Ginny Weasley?" A cheery woman, who looked to be in her early twenties, asked.

"Yes," Ginny replied uncertainly.

"Follow me." The woman led her up three sets of stairs, and stepped into a room with the name 'Annabelle Carolina Baron' printed in gold letters on the door.

Ginny was told to sit in a squashy armchair on one side of a large desk in the middle of the room. The woman sat on the other side.

"Hello, Ginny Weasley, my name is Emerald Greene, and I will be your 'manager' on your journey to finding that special someone.

"You have been given the next two to three weeks off from work, and you'll now be living in here." She gave a charming smile. "Here at 'Magically In Love,' we believe that you can't fall in love by how a person looks, so tonight we will be changing your appearance." Seeing the mortified look on Ginny's face, she added, "Temporarily, of course. We have already chosen your look, and so now all you need to do is take this potion." She produced a vial from the top drawer in the desk.

"So you're saying that I have to take this potion to completely change how I look, and I'll be stuck like that for up to three weeks?" Ginny asked skeptically.

"Yes. By being signed up, it is agreed that you will do this." The redhead groaned and uncorked the vial, downing it in one gulp. A tingling sensation spread from her stomach to her fingers to her toes. Just when Ginny was beginning to get worried, and feel a little sick, the feeling stopped just as quickly as it had started.

She staggered to the full-length mirror on one side of the room, and gasped at the sight she saw before her. She was no longer Ginevra Molly Weasley. Her hair was now short, light brown, layered, and straight as a board. Her eyes were gray, and she was a couple of inches shorter. Her skin was a little darker than before, but still slightly pale, and didn't have any freckles. She gasped when she saw the clothes she was wearing. It was a pair of muggle blue jeans with several thin pink shirts layered on top of each other.

"I'm a muggle!" Ginny moaned

"Calm down, you're not a muggle," Emerald started, only to be interrupted.

"And I'm so ugly! Ew!" She complained.

"Your new name will be Annabelle Carolina Baron. I'm going to cast a simple spell, so that you can't tell anyone your real name. This gives you a chance to be the person you want to be." The young woman pulled out her wand and muttered something under her breath.

"Now what?" Ginny didn't feel any different.

"You will be tested tomorrow to find out what type of person you are, and to receive a list of people you will be seeing. Another bonus, you will notice that slowly you will begin to look more and more like yourself. Now, I must bid you 'Good night.'" Emerald Greene began to leave but was halted by Ginny once more.

"Wait! Where am I supposed to sleep, on the desk?" It was a good question. Apart from the desk, three squashy armchairs, and the full-length mirror, the room was bare.

"Oh, yes! I nearly forgot!" She snapped her emerald green fingernails, and the "office" transformed into a bedroom.

Ginny gasped. It was all so nice! There was a window, with long, deep red curtains that softly brushed the off-white carpet. The bedspread was a light blue, like ice, with several more deep read decorative pillows. A bookcase stood proudly in the corner, stocked high with every book imaginable- and then some. There was a large bathroom, with a tub that could rival the one in the Prefects' Bathroom. Ginny reached for the nearest book and flung herself into the dark red armchair that had icy flames embroidered around the edges. She didn't last long. Cinnamon filled her senses as she drifted off to sleep.

A/N: So, what did you think? Let me know by clicking the little reply button! Any reply is appreciated, especially the flames; everyone needs a good laugh sometimes. I'm really busy, so I won't be able to update very often, but don't worry, I won't give up on this fic! This is the last you'll see of Draco for a while, but he will return! After all, it is a Draco/Ginny fic. I had a lot of fun describing the "New Ginny," and the bedroom. TTFN! Ta ta for now!

Meg