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A/N:

Wahoo I didn't think I'd get this far! Wow! Thnx to Anastasia my beta and all you who reviewed! This is really just a fill in chappie, once again not sure bout it. (From Anastasia: It is my entire fault for the lateness of the chapter like, REALLY all my fault… I've had this since about 3 days after the last chapter was posted laughs Anyway, blame me, flame me, whatever. grins Just remember, I can always edit out the action, BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA)

Anyway back to me, I know this chapter is rather boring in parts but it is thanks to Anastasia that it turned out better than it was when I first typed it out and I do realize it has been around 3 weeks sorry! I was on holidays and couldn't get near a computer! 

Ginny had arrived home late at night and trudged directly up to her room not wanting to be caught with Ron and Harry. It had been a horrible train ride, her hiding had not stopped the trio finding her. Ron just could not get the point that she wanted to be left alone and Harry just glared at her whilst making a half attempt of…satisfying Grangers…needs. She did not want to put up with Ron and Harry anymore than she had to so she had bolted to her door.

Her room was exactly how she had left it, pink. She would've redecorated it but she was only going to be there for four days. Then she'd be off to Malfoy Mansion.

The next day she woke up early, it was cold and snowing, it had been raining and a fresh layer of sleet covered the ground. She set off for the top of the hill to do some Quidditch training, they had a match against Slytherin one week after school returned and she wanted to be at her best. It wouldn't be good to be beaten by Malfoy, no matter what their personal circumstances were. Flying made her feel free and careless, even if she was smashing a bludger around with such force that anyone who knew her would swear she had mistaken it for Harry's overly large bloated head.

An hour later a hot (as hot as you can get in snow after one hour of Quidditch training) and sweating Ginny entered the house and was immediately met by Ron's yelling. Harry stood next to him, mouth open and eyes wide with shock.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S MARRYING THE FERRET?" Ron's face was purple, with red splotches and… was that some khaki near his ears?

"He is going to be Ginny's husband, and therefore your brother-in law! His name is Draco and you will address him as such. Or Mr. Malfoy if you can't bear to say his first name." her mums lips were pursed tightly together.

"NO I WON'T, I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THAT MY SISTER IS GOING TO MARRY HIM! IT EXPLAINS THE BEHAVIOR LAST TERM BUT I WILL NOT LET MY ONLY SISTER BE TURNED INTO MALFOY'S LITTLE WHORE!"

"What's to say I'm not already?" she smirked as she leant against the frame of the door. "Not that it would be any of your business." Her smirk turned into a sneer that made Ron step back as his eyes widened.

Mrs. Weasley glared at Ginny at little, a little shocked at what she had said, but more mad at Ron than anything else to really comprehend it. Instead she changed the subject.

"Ginny, we have to go pick up your dress and the robes for your brothers. Go have a shower and meet me down here in half and hour." Her mother chose to ignore Ron.

"I'm sorry Harry, but your going to be staying here with Kate and Bill for the Ball. I thought I'd tell you know, just so you know." She was referring to Bill's wife when she mentioned Kate. She was half blood and was not invited; only purebloods would be at the ball at Malfoy Manor. So Bill had chosen to stay home with her and Harry tonight.

Ginny raced upstairs to shower and change - mainly because she wanted to get out of the house and away from Ron. Half hour later she was on the landing ready to floo to diagon Alley where she would pick up her robes for Wednesday. She looked into the Lounge and saw her mother had tied Ron to a chair to stop him sabotaging anything.

Fifteen minutes later they were standing outside Madam Malkin's store in Diagon Alley.

"Ginny dear, Madam Malkin has your dress in the back, I had her make it you should like it. I have to go pick up presents but she knows you're coming. Bye." Ginny blinked at her mother rather abrupt explanation… maybe the dress was something she'd rather not see Ginny's reaction too. Before Ginny could ask, her mother started walking away leaving Ginny standing at the door. She gulped.

Mum ordered a dress? It will be pink and frilly.

Don't give up hope.

Why shouldn't I, MUM PICKED THE DRESS.

At least you won't look like Pansy in some whorish black lycra painted on dress.

True.

She walked in and saw Blaise paying for some black dress robes. He turned around and smiled.

"If it isn't lil' Gin and Tonic. Here to pick up that gorgeous dress out the back?"

"Yea, is it nice? I haven't seen it." she bit her lip as his smile grew wider.

"Draco will love it; it's in his favourite colors." He finished his transaction and pocketed the change. "Well, I got to go; I have to meet Father in a minute. See you on Wednesday." He smirked and walked out of the shop.

Madam Malkin walked up to Ginny after jotting some notes, presumably about Blaise's purchase. She smiled at her, and looked her up and down, nodding slightly. "It'll be perfect." She muttered to herself with no little satisfaction. Then she looked at Ginny again as if she just realized that Ginny was a real person and was waiting for her.

"Dear, come right through, I just need to make sure the dress fits proper and get you to choose a dress robe for over the top." She pushed Ginny through to the back. At first, Ginny didn't see anything of interest. Then she looked at the back wall, and the mannequin hanging there. She stopped stock still with her mouth hanging open. The dress was more than she could ever have imagined. It was absolutely gorgeous. How could her mum have picked this? How would Draco like it? When could she try it on?

It was a front done up corset in emerald green with black ripped lace on the seams and the chords. The skirt was floor length and looked to trail behind when you walked. It was emerald green to with the ripped lace seams and the hem as well.

"It's gorgeous." She whispered.

"I always love to hear that, but wait till you put it on." Madam Malkin winked at her and pulled her over to a pouf to stand on.

When Ginny finished putting on the dress she looked in the mirror, she looked so different, so graceful, and so rich. It fitted perfectly, pushing her bosom up just enough.

"Stunning absolutely, stunning. You're going to make a few hearts beat faster." Madam Malkin had gripped her hands to her heart and had an adoring look in her tear stained eyes. Thanking the heavens and anything else divine she could think of for her mothers (for once) good taste, she chose her cloak to go with the dress, and took her outfit off with reverence, longing slightly, as it was zipped into a charmed protective casing, to put it back on and transform into the wonderful woman she had been with that dress. Once it was ready for her to take, she paid off the dress and went to find her mother.

After the rush and love of the dress, the next day was not good. Harry and Ron were constantly scowling at her. If she entered a room they were in they would stop speaking and look at her – challenging her for interrupting their conversation. There was a stony silence at lunch, which her mum just brushed off as Ron being annoyed at Ginny's and Draco's engagement. Their animosity lasted till three thirty when Harry asked to talk to her outside. As reluctant as she was to do so after her last encounters with Harry, she went with him figuring that he wouldn't try anything while there were people around. They sat down at a stone bench watching Gnomes run around as the twins chased them. All her other brothers had understood it wasn't her fault, except Ron, who was shunning her in a major way. This naturally meant that Harry should be as well, so she wasn't entirely sure for this talk.

"Well, you said you wanted to talk, so talk." She snapped, sitting as far away from him on the bench as she could manage.

"Well, there's no easy way to say this," He sighed and scuffed the ground with his shoe a bit – he was trying for a remorseful look. "But I wanted to tell you before we got back to school to save you from making a big scene out of this. Well you see," he was blabbing.

"Spit it out Harry, I'm not one for patience and your not exactly my favourite person at the moment." She was tired of him, he just pissed her off. She wanted to rip his head off his shoulders like Fred or George had done to her favourite rag doll when she was three.

"Look, I've decided to cut you from Gryffindor Quidditch team." He looked away and wouldn't make eye contact.

"WHAT! Why, please tell me it's not about Draco!"

He looked at the floor.

"What! It is isn't it? Your fuking pathetic Harry you know that? You fucked up little prick! You're supposed to be the boy who lived, kind and never judging others, I mean your screwing Granger aren't you?" She changed tact and sneered in a way that would make Draco proud. "Your just the boy who wouldn't fuking die. Well, now because of your grudge against Malfoy, you better watch your back, if I can't be accepted in my own house because I'm being forced to marry someone, it's kind of sad and really pathetic. Slytherin isn't doing this to Draco… sure says something about Gryffindor, doesn't it?"

"Wait a minute,Ginny-!"

"Save it Potter, your fucked now, your truly fucked." She got up and stormed inside he was going to pay and so was Ron, he had probably helped make that decision.

It was a surprise when she went to her room, still fuming, to find a barn owl sitting at her desk. Her mum was trying to get the letter off its leg, but it kept biting at her. Judging from her mum's hands, it had been successful in more than one attempt.

"Mum, leave it. It's mine." She snapped, not in the mood to deal with the necessities of polite conversation. Her mum 'humphed' and walked out of her room, slamming the door after her.

Ginny sighed and turned to the owl. "Well, you going to give it to me or not?" She asked.

It hooted softly and held out its leg for her. "Thanks." She muttered before leaving a couple of knuts on the table and walking to her bed.

There was no seal on the envelope and it was adorned with a simple wax seal at the back. After a brief argument with herself she decided to open it anyway.

"Dear Miss Ginerva Weasley,

I hope this letter finds you well, and deep in preparations for your upcoming betrothal announcement. I would hate to interrupt these plans, however, it has come to my attention that there is a rule at Hogwarts that we have neglected to tell you. Hogwarts has never had occasion to actually uphold this rule before, as it is extremely uncommon for relationships to occur between houses, and engagements even more so.

I happened to be musing out loud when one of the old principles on the wall informed me of the rule. He was an earlier one, and quite a stickler for rules. After having it brought to my attention, I looked into it straight away. It appears that either you or Mister Malfoy will have to change your current house, and into the other partners. This would also entail leaving that houses Quidditch team, however, I am sure we can come to some arrangement within the team so that whoever changes does not have to miss out I have sent a similar letter to Mister Malfoy, and I hope that you can both come to a peaceful decision regarding this. The only other option would be to remove you both from your respective houses and granting you special exclusion.

It would be greatly appreciated if I could have both of your decision owled to me at least a week before the re-commencement of school.

Kind regards,

Prof. Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Ginny smirked slightly after reading the letter. Well, there wouldn't be any problems with deciding who would change. She wrote up a quick letter to Draco with her choice, and sent her reply to Professor Dumbledore. Then she went to bed, quite pleased with herself and content that this was only the beginning of her revenge on her brother and Harry.

Wednesday Night.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were standing next to the fire, along with Fred, George and Ron. Fred and George were trying to cast simple leg-wobbling hexes at each other and not catch Mrs. Weasley's attention to relieve the slight tension everyone was feeling waiting for Ginny to come downstairs. Ron was glaring – really glaring – the type of glare that scares small children and threatens the hearts of old ladies. Mrs. Weasley gasped suddenly, and all movement in the room stopped as Ginny descended the stairs. As Ginny walked down slowly, Fred let out a wolf-whistle, while her mother wiped tears from her eyes. Ron was staring, mouth hanging open and the twins were looking mightily proud of their younger sister.

She was wearing the emerald green dress with a matching black dress robe which was tight fitting and had a high collar favored by vampires in Muggle books. Her hair was tied over one shoulder with a black ribbon and she had chosen little makeup but what she did wear was darker shades that complemented her auburn hair and pale skin. Around her neck was a simple silver chain with a black diamond heart hanging off it.

"Well? Are we going?" she looked at the group that stood before her, Ron was wearing plain black dress robes, Fred and George were wearing matching maroon ones, that clashed a little with their hair, and her father black ones with a trim of blue which matched her mothers dress and robes.

Her mother blew her nose before replying. "Right, we'll go first then Fred and George, then Ron and Ginny." She looked at the boys. "None of you need to be announced when you go in; you can just go in through the side, however," she turned to Ginny. "Ginny you must have a full entrance understand?" they all nodded.

Her mother and father stepped up to the fire. "Malfoy Manor!" Mr. Weasley shouted and they disappeared in the fire.

Fred and George went next, doing the same. She stepped into the fire followed by Ron as she heard him mutter something like 'little whore'. She scowled but paid no attention to it.

"Malfoy Manor." She said clearly. She was almost temped to have said 'Draco's bedroom' as she had walked up, but had resisted. She wouldn't want to risk getting her dress wrecked by an enraged and foul tempered Ron, after all. Once she arrived she moved quickly away from the fireplace to allow room for anyone else arriving. Then she took in her surroundings and was totally awed. She had known the Malfoy's were rich, but she had never realized quite how rich they were. Their manor was an old one, almost as old as Hogwarts, belying the old blood that ran through the Malfoy's veins. Before she could take in any real details of the manor she was whisked away to a set of large double doors by her mother. She stood in front of them quietly – she had to wait for the rush of guests arriving to go through so she could make her grand entrance. The twins and Ron opted for side door entrance while she waited and her parents went ahead of her – not having to wait for their time to enter. Time seemed to drag on for ages around her, each couple going through the doors taking longer and longer than the last. Not that she was scared, of course, just nervous. Finally, it was her turn to enter. There was nothing for it; she stepped up to the doors and the Master of Ceremonies.

They opened the double doors to reveal a large marble double staircase with gold trimmings; she looked down past the staircase to notice an incredibly large ballroom, at least fifteen times bigger than the hall at school filled with hundreds of pureblood witches and wizards of all races and ages looking at her.

"Presenting Miss Ginerva Weasley, betrothed to Master Malfoy." The master of ceremonies boomed across the hall. She nodded her head in a acknowledgement and slightly lifted her skirt as she made her way down the stairs. She looked around as she made her descent and noticed a small group to the side of past and present Slytherin boys all staring at her, some gaping, some staring blankly - clearly hiding their feelings. She glanced away from them to a group standing a little closer to the stairs. Letting her eyes roam over them, hoping for a familiar face, her gaze caught and locked with gorgeous eyes; Draco's eyes. He smirked at her and nearly prowled his way towards her. Just as she reached the base of the staircase she had been descending Draco reached her. He held his arm out towards her, and waited for her to take it. He was wearing pitch black dress robes with trimmings of emerald green. The robes flattered him in every way possible and in ways she thought impossible.

She looked at his arm with a smirk of her own and placed her arm gently on top of it in a manner befitting a lady. He shared a smile with her at the forced etiquette that the situation called for. He started walking, taking her with him, and indicated for her to come closer to him with a slight gesture of the arm under hers. Ginny lent closer without much more encouragement, although she did risk a glance and a small, very Malfoy-like smile at Ron.

As it turned out, Draco only wanted her closer so that he could talk to her.

"First we need to introduce you to a few people, and then we can go sit down. Oh, and your things arrived an hour ago, there up in your room."

That was it? No 'hello, you look great, want to fuck?'

Wait, where did that thought come from?

To cover her disappointment at his lack of response to her outfit, she nodded demurely, and took in more of her surrounding. Everyone had gone back to what they were doing, which was mostly standing around and talking. There wasn't much else to note, but she could still tell tonight would be a night she would not forget.