I'm so sorry guys! I really dropped the ball with this fic; school's been hectic. I hope you'll all forgive me by reviewing!

Disclaimer: If I were JK Rowling, I wouldn't be sharing all of the Draco Malfoy goodness with this site… It's not mine, okay?

Ginny awoke the next morning to the smell of bacon and scrambled eggs, her two most favorite breakfast foods. It was all set out on a table that she was positive had not been there the previous night.

The hands on the clock read, "Go To Testing" far too soon. Ginny was amazed at everything they had done for her. There was a closet full of muggle clothes that fit the "new her" perfectly. There was a new thank-you note that caught her eye every time that she entered the bathroom. They'd even gotten a small, particularly cute owlet for her! She wasn't sure what she was doing, but Ginny felt like the company was doing an experiment, and she was one of the lab rats.

"Welcome, Ms. Baron, your seat will be right here." An older looking woman pointed Ginny to an empty seat in the back of the room. She then clapped her hands together. "Good! Now that everyone is here, we are going to begin. First of all, every one of you quills has been bewitched with a truthfulness spell, so that you will honestly answer each question." She flicked her wand, and a test, quill, and inkbottle appeared on each desk. "You have until my wand sends up red sparks. Now, begin!" The woman excitedly left the room, leaving all of the "students" alone.

"This test is absurd." Ginny muttered about an hour later, after answering the question 'If you discovered the Crumple-Horned Snorkack, what would you do?' Moving on to the next question, she was amazed to see that it was the first normal one since the first page (six pages ago).

'What is your dream job?' She began to write about her current job, but the quill suddenly took over, as if it had a mind of its own, and crossed the answer out. Sighing, Ginny began to write about her real dream job. Ever since she was little, she'd hated the fact that all of her family's robes were tattered and worn. Since then, she had wanted to design wizarding wear, and wouldn't sell it as expensive as all of the other designers. The sketches of promising outfits of a trunk that held many old school photos. But, it's expensive to start a business, and costs near a fortune to make all of the clothes, so her dreams were dashed when she graduated and attended a wizarding college with a degree in Business and Muggle Studies.

The next few questions were semi-sensible:

213. What is your favorite flower?

214. What is your favorite broomstick?

215. What is your favorite scent?

Ginny quickly answered these. Her favorite flower was a white rose, and her favorite broomstick was the Meteorite. It wasn't top-of-the-line, but it had great turns, which you needed if you were a chaser. Her favorite scent was lavender. She made sure to put on that perfume anytime that she went somewhere.

The personality quiz finally ended on number 307, "What is your current bedroom decorated like?" Sighing, she stood up to leave, when Emerald Greene arrived with a loud crack in front of her.

"What did I do now?" Ginny asked, getting tired of all this matchmaking junk.

"You have lunch in one hour at Greengrass with the rest of the people lodging here." There were at least sixty people! That must be one nice restaurant, meaning… it was probably expensive. That reminded her,

"I don't have any money with me." She said timidly.

"Nonsense!" Emerald smiled. "Everything is already paid for; all you have to do is show up!" The woman felt relieved, and left to get ready.

Upon arriving back at her 'dorm room,' Ginny found three witches sitting neatly on her furniture.

Giving a start, she asked, "Can I help you?" The women each gave a smile.

"We are here to help you get ready, of course!" The first said. "I'm Sarah Lawtey, your hair and make-up advisor."

"And I'm Kate Siciliano, in charge of nails." She shook Ginny's hand, with such a firm grip that Ginny feared for the well being of her fingers.

"I'm Christianna Brower. My name's longer than my job, so just call me Chris. I'm here to help you with your wardrobe."

"Wow," was all Ginny said. "I didn't know this was so important."

"You do want friends, don't you?" Chris asked sarcastically. "Well, you have to meet everyone somewhere." She pulled Ginny over to a small podium, and began to take her measurements, jotting down notes on an orange notepad.

"You are ready," She finally said cheerily, flicking her wand and holding up a dress. It was deep red, with silver pieces of fabric ribboning (a/n: Is that a word? If it's not, it should be) around the bottom. When Ginny tried it on, she said only one thing.

"No." The neckline was very low, compared to what she normally wore, and it didn't have sleeves, a must for anything Ginny wore. "You'll have to make another, because there's no way in-" she was cut off again.

"No time," Chris started. "Here are your shoes." It was a pair of strappy high-heeled dance shoes. "Kate, it's your turn." Kate came forward, and closely examined Ginny's hands and feet, making her feel very self-conscious.

"This is simply awful, but easy compared to the hag that I had to do last week." Kate muttered, pulling out her wand. In about two seconds, Ginny had perfectly manicured nails.

"That was quick," she commented.

"Now its my turn." Sarah grinned, sitting Ginny in a particularly uncomfortable chair and facing her towards the mirror in the bathroom. "I'm thinking tight ringlets." She flicked her wand and Ginny's head looked like one large, curly fur ball.

"No," was all she said again.

"Okay, lets try an up-do." Let's just say that Ginny's hair didn't like the idea of a fancy ponytail. "That didn't work." Sarah began to pace around the room.

After ten minutes of frantic pacing, Sarah smiled. "It's so simple. Why didn't I think of it earlier?" With a flick of her wand, Ginny looked wonderful. Her hair was down in loose ringlets, that Sarah said looked "uber cute."

"Now, you have fifteen minutes to get there; you look great. Here is a picture of the place, so you can apparate there."

"Emerald, I don't think I can do this," Ginny whined. She pointed to the dress, "This isn't me!"

"Of course it is. You're just used to being draped in business robes. Now go! You don't want to be late!" Ginny sighed, and with one last look at the picture, was gone.

A/N: How will the party go? Will Ginny be doomed to live life here without any friends? Review to find out!