Thanks to everyone who either read or reviewed this story, it would be nothing without faithful readers! Here's a quick overview of what's happening in this story, at the request of Calla-ForEvEa : Draco and Ginny have a weird thing going on, Ginny wants Draco to 'turn her bad' and he's using her to get back at Pansy Parkinson. This has the whole school in an uproar, Ginny violates an agreement that her and Draco made, so she has to live in Draco's room for one week as punishment, and do anything he wants. However, they seem to have a love connection going on and Draco asks Ginny to formally go out with him. They also have the 'prophecy' looming over them, they must unite and mate, or they will cause the world's downfall. Well, that's pretty much it, here's chapter fourteen. Extra-long as a holiday present!

Chapter Fourteen

Ginny sat alone during Charms the next day. Well, she sat alone everyday now, in every class, ever since she and Draco sort of, came out as a couple. It was all the whole school could talk about, how Ginny gave herself to Draco, and he just used her as a toy for his own enjoyment. Of course, it was all gossip, but that hadn't stopped Ron and Harry from confronting Ginny at breakfast that morning. There were also all the Slytherin girls who glared at Ginny all day because she had 'stolen Draco,' but there was one surprising thing that had happened. During lunch, right before Charms class, a group of sixth year Slytherins had come up to Ginny and given her a parcel and told her to open it later. When she had asked Draco about it, he just shrugged and put his feet on the table, leaning back and throwing insults back and forth with Blaise Zabini and Pansy.

"Miss Weasley, can you please come back to present day Hogwarts?" A voice cut through her thoughts and musings. She looked up at Professor Flitwick questioningly.

"She's too busy thinking about what she's going to do in bed tonight, Professor, she can't participate in class," said a Gryffindor. Ginny tried to remember his name, his brown and black striped hair was really distinctive, Blake something.

"No, I think she's thinking about what she did in bed last night," said another.

"She's mentally playing it over and over again in her head, I'm surprised we don't hear moans of pleasure," said Blake, making exaggerated moaning noises. "Oh Draco, do it again!"

"Gods, shut up. You're just talking about me because you can't get any!" said Ginny, slamming her fist on her desk, startling half the class, "and I think I know why. A personality like yours would send any girl running. Or do you prefer boys? Think that over, why don't you?"

"Miss Weasley, Mister Thurncrash, that is enough!" shouted Flitwick over the din of his students. "Go to your heads of houses and give them these," he said, handing them both rolled up scrolls of dull yellow paper. "I'm very disappointed in both of you!" He pointed at a small girl cowering in the corner, "You, Miss Thicket, go with them and keep them from fighting!"

The girl, Alyssa Thicket stood up and walked to the door, following Blake and Ginny out of the classroom. She caught up to Ginny and Ginny realized that she was a third year student. "Are you in that class?" asked Ginny.

"No, I was said to bring a message to Professor Flitwick," the girl squeaked, terrified of being addressed by a sixth year, Ginny Weasley no less. "Did you really sleep with Draco Malfoy?"

"Of course she did," cut in Blake. "She's a sixth year slut." Alyssa gasped and covered her ears. "A Slytherin slut. Do you sleep with all of them? Give them lots of pleasure in return for their acceptance? A concubine. That's what you are."

"At least I'm not a racoon haired shit."

"I would ask you to tone down your voices, there are classes going on, and there is a younger student in your presence. Now, to set one thing strait, there are no concubines at this school, and there are no," Professor McGonagall looked down her nose at the three students disapprovingly, "shits. If you must know Mister Thurncrash, Miss Weasley and Mister Malfoy are," she glared at Ginny, "dating, not sleeping together. Am I right Miss Weasley?"

"Yes ma'am."

"And Ginny, Blake has striped hair because in my class yesterday, he unwisely tried a human transfiguration spell that backfired on him and changed him into a raccoon, luckily we can change him back, but his hair is a different story. Step into my room," said McGonagall. "You can leave Alyssa, give that note to Professor Flitwick."

Alyssa nodded and scurried off to the Charms classroom to finally deliver her note. At the same time, Ginny and Blake stepped over the threshold and into Professor McGonagall's classroom.

"Sit," said McGonagall harshly, her mouth going into as thin a line as possible.

They sat and handed her the scrolls from Professor Flitwick. Ginny looked at her feet as McGonagall read the notes, and Blake glared at the back of Ginny's bronze covered head.

"Well. For this I am going to give you each a detention and ten points from Gryffindor. This year, Professor Dumbledore has decided in a more radical way of giving out punishments, so you two will have to eat dinner together tonight, while holding hands."

Blake stood up, knocking over his chair. "You have got to be kidding! There is no way I'm going to hold hands with her . . . I'll, I'll get a disease!"

"It's already in print Mister Thurncrash. Be at my office at six o'clock sharp so that I can perform a hand-holding charm on you. That is all, you may be dismissed."

Blake stampeded out of the room, knocking things over and breaking a desk clear in two. Ginny stood up to go, but was stopped by a firm hand on her shoulder.

"I do not believe I said that you could go." Ginny sat back down. "You did not attend any of your classes yesterday Ginny. Why?"

"I . . urr . . I was preoccupied –"

"On the kitchen floor?"

Ginny turned bright red. "Well, you see, I fell. That stupid doorstop tripped me on purpose!"

"Yes. They do seen to do that don't they," said McGonagall sarcastically. "How many classes did you have yesterday?"

"Three."

"What were they?"

"Potions, Transfiguration, and Care of Magical Creatures."

"You will go to each of these teachers for your punishment. From me you will – you are on the quidditch team are you not?" Ginny nodded. "Right. You must practice with the Hufflepuffs. Tonight. And you also missed an important lesson, so you must write a two foot paper on how to turn a person into an animal, and why this is a good defensive tactic. You are dismissed."

Ginny picked up her bags, remembering about the gift from the Slytherin girls and reminding herself to open it before dinner, (which was in two hours), while thinking about how practice with the Hufflepuffs was going to be hell. "Dammit!" shouted Ginny as she kicked the wall after she had gotten out of McGonagall's office. Unfortunately, class ended right as she shouted it, and she was firmly reprimanded by three different teachers while being sniggered at by all of her peers.

She wandered through the throngs of students, trying to ignore all the calls of 'Slytherin's slut' and 'great in the sack,' heading for Professor Snape's classroom to get her punishment from him. She had already been to Hagrid's, and he let her off the hook, claiming that she was a start student and probably had a lot of work to do anyways. She stopped in front of his door, chest heaving and eyes wet with unshed tears. No matter how many times she had been told to ignore taunting, it still got to her. She raised her fist and knocked.

"Come in," Professor Snape barked.

Ginny lifted the handle of the black door and stepped into the room, closing the door softly behind her. "Professor McGonagall said that I was supposed to come see you for punishment for missing class yesterday," she said quickly, swallowing to stop herself from crying.

"Ah yes, I was just talking to Draco about that," Snape said, motioning towards Draco who stood in front of Snape stonily. "You see, it seems you were having a party in your room which caused you to miss class. This is no excuse. You two will both get a punishment. Let me see, what will hurt the most. Ah yes, you two will have to go down to dinner as each other. Miss Weasley, you will become Draco, eating at Slytherin and talking to the Slytherins, especially Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini. Draco, you will become Ginny, eating with the Gryffindors and talking to Granger, Potter, and brother Weasley. And then of course, there is your course work. There's a pile for each of you. I expect nothing less than three foot essays on the Oriyahh Potion by next class. Be back here at five after six for your transformations."

Draco and Ginny walked out of the classroom, Ginny glaring at her feet and Draco swearing softly under his breath. "How was your day Gin?" he asked.

"Terrible. You do not want to know how many detentions and essays I have tonight, but I'll tell you about it anyways because I need to get it off my chest. Let's see, first, I have to be stuck with that prick Blake Thruncrash while eating dinner, literally. We have to hold hands." Draco looked sick.

"And you'll be in my body. Splendid."

"And I have to practice quidditch with the Hufflepuffs." At this, Draco gagged.

"Those poufs? I'm definitely not jealous of you. I have three detentions too. I have Snape's, then I have astronomy. Can you believe it? We have that class once a month. Of course I miss it. I have to tutor young lions."

Gryffindors,thought Ginny.

"And, for Binns I have to construct a presentation about goblin wars. Thankfully I know the topic, but still…" Draco whined.

"I've got it worse than you!" Ginny said.

"Well, I'll have to admit. It's true. But at least you come back to a nice room with a nice person waiting in it for you." Draco raised one eyebrow and looked at Ginny suggestively.

"I'll have you know that I practically had a sex talk with Professor McGonagall because of you!"

"Me and my affectionate self. Whatever will you do with me?" asked Draco, wrapping his arms around Ginny's waist.

"I'll have you kiss me," said Ginny, eyelids lowering as she turned to face Draco, who captured her lips. It was a split second before a smart-ass Ravenclaw came up and told them to get a room. Draco told her that they already had one.

"Hey, Draco. I forgot to open this," said Ginny, turning to her bag and drawing out a beautifully wrapped box. It was wrapped in green paper with a bow that seemed as if it was made out of snake, though it wasn't.

"Then open it." Draco sat down, leaning against the wall of the entrance hall and Ginny slid down the wall next to him, holding the box in her lap. She removed the bow and worked a finger under the tape that was holding the box together and lifting the wrapping paper off of it gently. She took from the wrappings a beautifully crafted box. It was made in a very dark wood, so dark that it was almost black. It had emeralds going across the edges of the top of the box and it had Ginny engraved on top of the box.

"It's beautiful," Ginny breathed, removing the lid from the box. The inside of the box was padded with deep green velvet and inside of the box there was only one thing. A letter.

Dear Ginny,

We admire you for standing up to Pansy and Blaise, doing what we could not. We give you this box as a gift to honor you for your efforts to help the Slytherin house. You do not know us, but we think that we can help you too, in return for your helping us. We noticed that you and Draco are getting along happily, but we know what you have looming over your heads, we know of what you see when you are faint. You and Draco are destined to destroy the world, and unless you unite and have a child, your destiny will become true. We, though it pains us to admit, are skilled in the art of divination and reading the future. You can come to us for the interpretation of your sights or of your dreams. We promise to help you, though others in Slytherin would frown upon it. Also, this box is one of a pair. You can write letters and put them into the box and they will immediately be transferred to the other box, which we possess. Please allow us to help you.

Theodora Pinkett, Yuno Haligli, and Marcia Millers

"Ginny!" said Draco, giving a whoop, causing others in the entrance hall to look at him funny. "You have a fan club!"

"Draco," Ginny hissed, "you don't need to publicize it. They want to help us."

"Of course. I'm sorry my dear lady, my emotions got the better of me and I let out a whoop of joy, but if you rather I'd be silent, I'll take a vow of silence for you, my fair one."

Ginny laughed and looked at her watch. "Oh crap. Five fifty-nine! Gotta run to McGonagall's!" She handed him the box and her bag, shouted "I'll meet you at Snape's," before running off to McGonagall's office to be stuck to Blake. The charm McGonagall used was quick, easy, and harmless, though it worked very well. Blake and Ginny were stuck fast together. Of course, that made it easy for Ginny to drag Blake down to Snape's office for her transformation.

"Remember," Snape said, "Ginny, you are Draco. You will respond to his name, you will act with all his quirks, and you will become him, same for your Draco. Now go, you have something to show the world."

Blake had been mortified when he realized it would look like he was holding Draco's hand when he had dinner, and sitting at the Slytherin table made it even worse. Thankfully, there was one other pair of people who were stuck holding hands for their detention too, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.

- Draco's Point Of View -

Draco, in Ginny's body, went to sit at the Gryffindor table. He couldn't bring himself to sit by the mudblood, so he ended up sitting across from her and next to Ron and Seamus Finnigan. Joy. And he was in a girl's body. It was quite a peculiar feeling, being in a body of the opposite sex. He could hear all these terrible thoughts, that most definitely were not his, for they were saying stuff like 'damn these cramps' and 'Gods, I feel like a waterfall.' Which was true. Ginny was most definitely on her period, and he could most definitely feel it.

"Um, Hermione," he said tentatively.

"What Ginny?"

"Do you know a good absorption and cramping spell?" asked Draco, mortified.

"Oh, yea, you want me to do it for you?" she asked.

Draco just nodded as Hermione murmured something and waved her wand. Instantly he felt much better. "Why aren't you eating with Draco tonight?" asked Hermione.

"Um, I longed for the company of my dear brother?"

Hermione snorted. "Ginny, why are you fondling your own breast?"

"Hmmm?" Draco then noticed what his fingers were doing. "Oh, uh, damn these hormones." Hermione smiled sympathetically. Suddenly, Draco felt something that felt link a dog licking up his thigh, well, technically, Ginny's thigh. He looked over at Seamus, who was running his clammy fingers over his thigh. "Woah buddy," Draco said, standing up. "I am a taken woman!"

Seamus grinned and started talking to Dean, who was sitting on his other side, leaving his fingers on Draco's thigh, which Draco picked up and put on Ron's leg. Immediately, the fingers started dancing around and moving all over Ron's leg.

Ron overreacted, standing up and shouting at Seamus to remove his grubby, Irish fingers off his thigh because he was obviously trying to get something and Ron wasn't going to give it to him. Well, that drew a few weird looks. Ginny, in Draco's body, sniggered.

"Ron, just admit that you like other guys, I mean, why else would you be clutching Harry's hand and drawing little circles on it with your thumb?" asked Ginny, actually Draco.

"Ginny!" hissed Ron, sitting down. "Just go back to the Slytherin table. You don't belong here."

- Meanwhile: Ginny's Point Of View -

"Draco," said Pansy, sitting down next to Ginny, in Draco's body, "why are you holding his hand?"

Ginny sneered, "This idiot got me detention. Stupid Gryffindors."

"Then why are you dating one?"

"She's not a Gryffindor," said Ginny, defending herself.

"You should date a true Slytherin, Drakey-poo. I can tell you for certain that they are much more entertaining than that poor scum-bitch," sneered Pansy.

"I think you are mixing up people, you're the scum-bitch. You're just jealous because you thought that I would pick you. Well, wrong. I picked Ginny! And there is no chance that I will leave her for you. Why don't you go out with Blaise? I know that you've liked him longer than you've liked me. He likes you too," Ginny lied.

To her surprise, Ginny saw Pansy go all starry-eyed and lean over to Blaise, whispering something in his ear. Pansy giggled and Blaise's chest heaved, laughing along with her. "Blaise," said Ginny, "sorry about hitting you, I just lost my temper."

"It's okay Draco, you've done it before. I can stand it, remember that time when we were six and I pushed you out of that tree in your backyard, so the next morning you woke me up and punched me in the eye. I just didn't think that you liked that little redhead so much. Tell me, is she a good shag?"

"Blaise!" said Ginny indignantly. "Is Pansy?"

"Well, I don't know. With any luck, I'll find out tonight." He winked at Ginny and turned to Pansy again.

Ginny turned back to her dinner to feel her right arm viciously tugged. It was Blake. "I hate Slytherins." At that statement, Ginny felt such a whirl of emotion, none of it hers, saying stuff such as 'well, I hate you' and 'holding my girlfriends hand, ick'.

- Regular Point Of View -

The clock struck seven o'clock. Draco's body slowly morphed back into her own and Ginny's body became Draco's, Ginny's hand unstuck from Blake's, and he pelted for the Gryffindor table. Pansy and Blaise stared at the body of Ginny, open mouthed.

Pansy was the first to break the stunned silence. "You know, you aren't so bad after all."

But back at the Gryffindor table, things did not go down as well. Seamus looked disgusted with himself for feeling up another guy, Hermione gave Draco a look that said ' I thought so,' but Ron, Ron erupted.

"Imposter! Posing as my sister! You –"

"You don't treat her very well, do you? I can see why she hates you," Draco said and stood up from the Gryffindor table, walking over to the Slytherin table to join his girlfriend and her newly made friends. Or at least, not enemies anymore.