Hell hath no fury...like a woman scorned.

I couldn't leave you guys hanging on that cliffhanger for too long...so another chapter double-time!

I was (suprisingly) pleased with this chapter so...Hope you enjoy!

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"Come on, help me get her outside," Draco whispered hurriedly, picking up her upper torso as Blaise lifted her legs.

"No way, man," Blaise rushed, "I promised I'd aid you in kidnapping her, there's no way I'm helping you hide the body."

"Anyone else's body though…" Blaise said as an afterthought, "Well that's a completely different story."

The two boys exchanged a conspiratorial grin and continued dragging the small redhead's body outdoors.

"Hmm, burying her alive…" Draco paused, pondering the idea, "Well, I like it, but I've got a better plan for her…"

Draco then produced a flask of polyjuice potion from his pocket and unscrewed the cap.

"Tilt her head back for me," Draco said, motioning to Blaise.

They made sure she drained every last drop and her body quickly began to transform.

"Bloody hell," Blaise gasped at the 'new Ginny', "She's going to bleeding murder us…"

"If we give her half a chance," Draco agreed with a smirk.

"Come on," Blaise said, "It's almost three in the morning, we've got to get back before anyone wakes up."

"You go," Draco replied, "I'm going to stay with her until sunrise, she should wake shortly after that."

Blaise raised a questioning eyebrow, forcing Draco to continue.

"Well, if her body gets devoured by werewolves after we leave then we won't get to see the look on her face once she realizes what we did," Draco finished.

"Riiight," Blaise responded with a smirk, "Good point."

"I'll leave shortly before she wakes up and sneak in the back way," Draco said, "Cover for me for now."

"You got it," Blaise replied, giving one last smirk before heading back towards the castle.

Draco looked at Ginny's newfound body once more before drawing his wand.

"This is going to be good."

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Aaaah! Thewhite light, it burns! I don't want to go towards the light! I don't want to die! I don't want to…Oh, that's just the sun. Danget, my panicked monologue could have gone on for hours more…

"Where the bloody hell am I?" I thought, sitting up and looking around at what appeared to be the middle of the Quidditch pitch.

Then I remembered, It's all coming back to me…I was studying with Draco and Blaise and then they distracted me with that bloody lotion and then….

Well, I don't really know what happened after that, all I know is that I desperately need to get back to the castle and beat Malfoy into a bloody pulp. Yes, that should do quite nicely.

I was about to stand up when a flash of brown fell across my face.

Bloody hell! They dyed my hair brown!

I grasped hastily at my new straight, dark-brown locks. Oh, Malfoy will pay for that one…

I then looked down and noticed that instead of my usual Gryffindor uniform I was wearing all Slytherin colors.

Bloody hell! They freaking changed my clothes!

That is not only disturbing but also cause for years of intensive therapy!

Only then did I notice the piece of paper in my pocket, I pulled out the note and read:

Relax, Weasley. We only transfigured your clothes.

"Oh, how thoughtful," I commented, rolling my eyes, "Like that makes it bleeding okay!"

I finally pulled myself up of the ground and cringed at the pain in my feet…

"Wait a minute," I thought aloud, touching my face, an overwhelming sense of dread in my stomach.

Dark brown hair, large pug-like nose, overstuffed bra, uncomfortable shoes…

BLOODY HELL! THEY TURNED ME INTO PANSY PARKINSON!

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I rushed up to the castle and realized quickly that everyone was at breakfast.

When I entered the Great Hall, I, out of habit, headed for the Gryffindor table before I heard a shout of:

"Hey! Parkinson! Over here!"

I turned sharply and almost fell off my freakishly high shoes. When I recovered, I saw Malfoy laughing and Blaise waving and trying not to laugh.

I made my way over to them, all prepared to hex them to pieces.

"The look suits you," Blaise remarked quickly, interrupting my rage.

"Are you kidding me?" Malfoy said incredulously, "That look doesn't suit anyone."

"Before I commence with the hexing you to death," I stated, quietly sitting, "Where is the real Pansy?"

"Who knows," Blaise replied.

"Who cares," Malfoy added.

I glared at them, quickly pulled out my wand, and hit Draco with a stunning bat-bogey hex.

"Ms. Parkinson," McGonagall sternly chided, at our table within seconds, "20 points from Slytherin for your most child-like behavior."

"Who are you calling child-like, you old bat," I replied, cheekily.

"Excuse me," McGonagall said, taken aback, "Make that 50 points from Slytherin, and watch your tongue."

Once McGonagall left I turned, smirked, and then stuck my tongue out at the two surprised boys. Child-like, my arse.

"You lost us fifty points!" Blaise repeated incredulously.

Draco just sort of yelped some, seeing as no-one had bothered to stop the giant bats from attacking his face.

I turned and flounced out of the Great Hall before realizing I had nowhere to go. I certainly couldn't go to my classes like this and I definitely couldn't get into the Gryffindor rooms without having to give a long, tiring explanation to every single Gryffindor. Especially since most of Gryffindor is still on my about fraternizing with Slytherins…I don't think they'd take too highly to the fact that I actually am one now.

Just on cue, Blaise waltzed up behind me.

"Need a place to hide out?" he asked, "You should change back in a few hours or so."

I eyed him warily before replying, "Where'd you have in mind?"

"Slytherin rooms, of course," he said, "unless you'd rather wander the halls bumping into everyone."

"Fine," I conceded, "What's the password?"

"Pure blood," he replied with a shrug.

"How original, I'm sure no-ones every cracked that one before," I replied with a roll of my eyes.

He grinned and we parted ways.

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The inside of the Slytherin common room was eerily empty except for one figure, lying on the couch.

With shock I realized that it was me…well not really me but Pansy, and well...you get the point.

I thought for a moment, as I tried to tiptoe out, about how I should really be thanking Pansy. I mean, if she hadn't had written that love letter, I never would have found it, Draco would still be teasing me about Harry, I never would have made the Quidditch team,and I never would havepassed potions. This is really all because of her.

Wait a minute…if Pansy didn't write that stupid note then I wouldn't have found it and then Draco would only be teasing me in the hallways instead of focusing his entire existence on making my life a living hell! So this is really all Pansy's fault! Except, of course, for the part that's Draco's fault…

Just as I was trying to escape, the door creaked and Pansy jumped up.

"Who's there?" she demanded, whirling around until her eye's landed on me, well I guess, technically, on her.

She then proceeded to scream, "Body snatcher!" at the top of her lungs for about two minutes straight.

"I did not 'snatch' your body, you are still in your body, you nitwit," I said, most helpfully.

"What are you?" She asked bewilderedly.

I could either tell her the truth and have her flip out on me for being a Weasley, or I could make up some elaborately bizarre lie that she would most likely believe…

I, however, never got the chance to do either because the first words out of my mouth were, apparently, the wrong ones.

"Well, Draco.." I started before she interrupted me with her incessant screeching.

"Draco! Draco sent you! Ooh, I knew it!" She yelled hysterically.

"You did not know it," I contradicted, "half a minute ago you were calling me a body snatcher…"

"Exactly! Draco sent you here to snatch my body!" She shrieked.

"I already have your body!" I yelled back, getting annoyed, "Look, this polyjuice potion…"

"I'm not going to believe any of your lies!" She shouted, rushing over to me, "Die, agent of Draco, die!"

She then proceeded to wave her arms frantically at me in a clawing motion and yank at my hair.

"Ow!" I shouted, duckingas she pulled out a rather large chunk, "What in Merlin's name is wrong with you!"

"First Draco dumped me, now he sent you here to humiliate me!" she shouted, frantically clawing.

I responded by running around the room, with her close at my heels, trying to get away from her.

"Stop this before I mortally wound you!" I shouted behind me.

"Never!" she screeched hysterically.

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"Pleased with yourself?" Blaise whispered to Draco from underneath his invisibility cloak in the corner of the room.

"Very," Draco replied with a smirk, watching the two Pansy's cat-fight, "Wouldn't have missed this for the world…"

That's all folks! Also, sadly enough, the next update will take a little longer than usual because I'm going to try and work on the next chapter for my fic: Princess.

But, I don't know...maybe if you review alot I might just be inspired to update faster...

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