Chapter Three

Little Red Riding Hood

Ginny gave a little twirl.

"Well?" she asked her audience of two. "How do I look?"

The dress was a little large. It buttoned up from the hips up, cut peasant style around the arms and neck. The hem hovered six inches below her knees, just above the tops of her old fashioned riding boots. The red cape only came to her knees but matched her Shirley Temple curls that framed her face. Her hair was still short and it had been a devil to curl. In the end Colin has resorted to a Curling Charm.

The former owner of the dress, Moaning Mrytle clapped with Colin in approval. Ginny and Myrtle had been thick as theives for the past two years.

"You look better than I did." Myrtle sighed.

Ginny patted her etheral hand as best she could. "I'm sure you'll find someone dead enough for you. And if you can't I'll kill Colin here for you."

Colin shook his head. "Sorry, Myrtle, darling. I like you well enough. Just the wrong gender."

Myrtle smiled. It was a familiar argument between the two. Colin was gay and Ginny argued that he hadn't found the right girl yet.

Colin fixed Ginny's make up with a flick of his wand and headed toward the door. "Knock 'em dead."

Colin hadn't been invited, but he held no grudges. "Oh and by the way." He waved his wand, casting one more spell.

Ginny was frowning after him, wondering what he had done, when she felt a something tighten across her chest. SHe looked down and squeaked. Her breasts were threatening to pop out of the now petite dress. She reached down and tugged at the hem of the dress, now hovering four inches above her knees.

"Colin Creevey!" She shrieked amid Myrtle's gales of laughter. "I'm going to kill you!"

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Looking like James Dean with wolf ears, Blaise Zabini was very popular at the moment. Although being surrounded by dozens of scantily clad girls bordered on the realm of fantasy, Blaise wasn't as pleased as he should have been.

She wasn't there.

He had had it on good report from Colin Creevey that she would be dressed as Little Red Riding Hood so he had dressed to play his part as the seductive big bad wolf.

A slow song started and he managed to wrest himself away from the girls. He was moving over to the refreshments when he felt a hand on his elbow. He turned to see Hermione Granger. As a veteran of the stage, her costume was not lost on Blaise.

Hermione Granger, from artfully curled brown hair to white torn slip, was ever inch the Janet Weis.

"If the hourderves are half as delicious as you look, I'm sure I'll be going back for seconds." A passing Ravenclaw purred. Hermione calmly rendered him unable to procreate before turning back to Blaise.

"Have you seen Ginny?" She asked.

Blaise started to shake his head but saw Draco disappear into a side room. He gave a little smirk and pointed to the room. Hermione narrowed her eyes and stormed off toward the room.

Blaise was patting himself on the back when a flash of red caught his eye. He turned to look and felt his jaw go slack.

The white dress hugged her hourglass figure, putting her breasts at attention. The pleated skirt would have neared indecency, had she bent over. The red cape came to her knees and did nothing to hide her alluring figure. Her red hair, no longer ragged, curled cutely around her features, highlighting her milky skin and cinnamon freckles.

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Ginny had failed to find Colin in the castle. She had bumped into Harry who warned her that Hermione was on the warpath. Well actually, he told her bust that. Harry had then taken a side trip to the Infirmary to fix his nose.

Ginny decided to go to the party on the off chance Colin might have been invited.

"Hey there Little Red Riding Hood."

Ginny spun and found herself staring at Blaise Zabini's leather jacket. Her eyes traveled up to find his blue ones.

"You sure are looking good."

He bent over her hand, kissing it. "You're everything a big bad wolf could want."

"I love the ears." She replied as he straightened.

A waltz began and he grinned. "Care to dance?"

She raised an eyebrow. "You can dance?"

"I'm part Malfoy. We grow up gentlemen."

"As you Advada Kedavra everyone."

"We do say please." By now he had manuvered her to the dance floor. They began to dance.

"Everyone's staring." Ginny hissed.

"They don't honestly believe we could be friends."

Ginny's face hardened as the faces whirled past. She looked up at Blaise. "Fuck them." She pulled his head down to kiss her, still dancing. "You're mine."

The End

(A/N: I was thinking of a sequel. Any thoughts on that? Will probably be Femeslash and slash. You have been warned.