Thanks to xiaoj, jip91, Screwy Louie12, (Pretend Ginny did it, for my sake) GlassBroomsticks, wickedfaery, AnitaBlakeBuffyFan, HyperSquishy, preciousonee, caity-b, Nickitjuh (How to resist the puppy eyes? So for you, yes to the action) remembrances, america sucks move to europe (well, I love cliffies, as long as I'm the one putting them in of course...) ArcherOfDarknessAndCallie, (Well, I gave Harry someone. Yes, Ginny has to fulfill the bet, and imagine livin with big brotherly ways for all of your sixteen years of life, and I'll check out your fic...Forever, right? And I lost class president in the fifth grade too! Although I exacted my revenge for that...And I'll be ruler of the world. Me. Me. Me. I've got it all planned out...NYC goes down first.) iceprincessgrl (Well...now they're snogging, but dating? I don't think so) Provence (All Library comps should be Apple. That would make life so much easier) youngwriter56 (Don't die! I updated, see!) lil-miss-me119, Yochy, Jeeths (Only if you say 'need' a lot of times) A Lonely Heart Breaker (O.o You wouldn't mind terribly if I used some of your ideas, would you?) and blackfox360.

Yeah so…the voting seemed pretty unanimous…and the dance scene was something I actually had to do. My partner was actually v.v. cute, but…kind of a jerk. And the outfits? Thank the Gods for Google image searches.

Disclaimer: Someday…somehow…I'll find out how to get ownership.

And The Winner Is...

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Ginny was very pleased with her new look.

Apparently, a Dixel was not a computer nerd with fangs. Which she was v.v. thankful of. Twirling once more in the middle of the Great Hall amongst the silence, she admired her outfit.

Fishnet tights, in a pure, pure white, ended just above her knees. They seemed to be the exact same color as the white lace-up ankle boots she wore on her feet. Her dress was short (she wasn't sure on how she was going to sit down) and ended about a stapler's length from her waist. Her back was bare save for criss-crossing laces across it. It was of the shoulder, and white, while the laces were as pale blue as they could get. A huge white and pale blue bow seemed to sprout from just above her waist, and its tails drifted serenely behind her.

Ginny's body hadn't changed much, but her hair had grown at least two feet longer, and was now just underneath her waist and flowing like it was underwater. It had darkened to an almost brown red. She smiled, baring two fangs. The light reflected on the choker she had around her neck; a white stone held by a dark blue ribbon.

Behind her, Tessa nudged her. "Show-off." Tessa seemed a bit more brilliantly decked out. Knee high black boots joined long black pants that flared a little at the end. Wrapping around her body was what seemed to be a mass of black ribbons, which ended as a belt that became a long, wide ribbon. There were no straps. Elbow-length black gloves were attached at the wrist to wide, swooping pieces of the black silk, formed to look almost exactly like a bat's wings, but it was only on her left arm.

Tessa's hair had been streaked with a dark red, and as she smiled, fangs appeared under her lips too. She looked around in the crowd, and grimaced. "Gin, your brother's eating Hermione…"

Ginny looked, and her face contorted just as Ron came up for air. He looked over at what seemed to be making everyone so quiet, and as soon as he saw his sister's outfit, he began to turn red. "Ginny! What are you wearing? I didn't see you come in!"

Ginny ignored him, choosing instead to melt into the shadows with her newfound (and rather fun) powers. "That's because you were too busy sucking face, brother dear."

Draco was startled (read: about to pee himself) when a hand rested on his shoulder. He spun around, ad found himself face to face with Ginny. She suddenly reappeared next to him, and (still shorter then him) she leaned into his chest.

"All's forgiven. Will you be my guard so we can have fun now?" She said sweetly. Draco rolled his eyes, but secretly, he was reeling at how she looked. Suddenly, she noticed Harry and smiled wickedly at him.

"Harry! You're dressed as that Muggle character, what's his face—"

"James Bond." Harry finished for her. "I've bought a flat already for after Hogwarts; come by during Christmas hols and I'll let you see some videos."

Ginny nodded happily, and Draco felt a tightening in his stomach. They were certainly…chummy…but all feelings were put aside as Ginny grabbed his hand and dragged him away, waving bye to Tessa and Blaise and Harry.

"Where are we going?" He asked, as soon as they were out of earshot. No way was he going to let anyone think she was leading. Malfoys just didn't follow. Ginny turned back to him and wrinkled her nose.

"I dunno. What do you want to do?" She suddenly seemed very childlike, and the big bow behind her added to the effect. She looked up at Draco, her eyes wide, and he suddenly felt like kissing her.

An upbeat song suddenly came up, and Ginny's face brightened. "We shall dance!" Draco stiffened.

"Malfoys do not dance. In public." He added after seeing the gleam in her eyes. Ginny's face fell, and Draco had to resist the urge to go and dance to please her. Seeing this, Ginny turned on the big guns.

Her I'm-Way-Too-Cute-And-You-Know-You-Love-Me-I-Know-It-Too pout was too much, and Draco relented. Ginny smiled and dragged him onto the dance floor before he could protest.

As he danced, Draco had to admit, Ginny was good. Especially because of her clothes, and her style, she seemed very—alluring. And other guys were noticing it too. Draco decided to point it out, lest he end up decking the guys.

"Weasley," he said, as he dipped her back. She waited until she had grabbed onto one of his shoulders and completely shocked him by sliding down his body and around one of his legs before answering.

"Yeah?" It took him a moment to regain his composure, and even then he had to fight to keep from blushing. "Weasley, you realize there are guys staring?"

She thought about that for a moment (and repeated the move around Draco's other leg) then popped up and said brightly, "Yep! No problem though, cuz they all probably think you're my date. Haven't you noticed the death glares I've been getting from the girls and the ones you've been getting from the guys?"

But Draco didn't answer. How could you, when a girls suddenly grips your shoulders and smiles up at you in such an—endearing way? Without really thinking, he put his hands on her hips and slid one down the length of her leg. She wrapped her arms around his neck and spun in a wide circle, so that she ended up in front of him and falling backwards. He caught her.

They stayed like that for a moment, before loud applause caught their attention. Draco let Ginny up and she blushed a little as she realized that sometime during the dance, everyone had stopped to watch them.

Draco smirked at her. "What, Weasley? Never been in the spotlight before?" She pinched him and he smiled ruefully. "A joke, Red. It was a joke. Are we done dancing yet?"

Ginny nodded, and he led her off the dance floor. They almost tripped over Colin and Carina, though, who were nestled in a corner alcove. As soon as they passed, Ginny whispered to Draco, "Bet you Colin's missing his family jewels tomorrow."

Draco frowned. "Why do you say that?" Ginny shrugged. "Don't you think Blaise will have found out by then?" She laughed, and Draco fought to keep a smile off his face. They left the Great Hall, for lack of something to do.

"Where's Lovegood?" Draco said suddenly. Ginny shrugged. "Be right back." She moved back until she was in the shadows and disappeared. Draco stared in surprise, and she was back a few moments later, a silly grin on her face.

"Oh, Luna's in good hands." Draco looked confused, and her grin grew wider. "In Harry's good hands." She laughed at the Slytherin's contorted face, then grabbed his hand and led him further down the hallway. She stopped just outside of a window and climbed on the sill.

"It's beautiful…" Her fangs glinted a little in the moonlight as she looked at the courtyard below. Draco, caught off guard, answered. "Yeah…beautiful."

"You're looking at me, Malfoy, not the lake." She grinned as Draco shook himself. "No big. I know I'm irresistible." He growled in the back of her throat and she shook her head as she slid back down to the ground.

"You're evil, Weasley." Draco said after a moment, and slid down to sit next to her. She grinned cheekily and disappeared. He heard her voice whisper just next to him, "I know." And then she was gone.

Draco stood and looked around. "Weasley, that's not funny! You're supposed to stay with me and you know it!" No one answered, and with a frustrated groan, Draco started running.

Ginny giggled to herself as she reappeared down another hallway. It was way too easy to worry him. He was good at heart…

"Wow! Are you a real vampire?"

She turned and saw someone—he looked like a sixth year, with light blonde hair and blue eyes. His hair was gelled back, and he seemed to be dressed as a bookshelf. He was a Ravenclaw, then, or a mini-male Hermione.

Ginny started as the boy moved, and the moonlight bounced off a pale neck. One that seemed impeccably smooth, and unflawed… Ginny fought the urge she was getting, but the Resistance Potion only worked with spells, not natural urges. That's why they needed bodyguards…

The boy looked on in fear, paralyzed as Ginny advanced and tilted his head to the side, so as to better access his neck. Her fangs grew an inch longer and she held them, poised to bite—

"No!" Someone had suddenly grabbed her around her middle and dragged her back. She hissed and attempted to get away, getting even more furious as she watched her almost prey run away. She turned back, and saw—Draco.

"Weasley, calm down! You almost bit him!" he scowled darkly when she didn't listen and suddenly she was pressing him against the wall, opening her mouth. Draco panicked—he had to distract her somehow.

So he kissed her.

Not on her mouth (with those fangs? Why don't you go do that…) but instead on her own pale neck. Light butterfly kisses, and she immediately stopped, transfixed by the pleasure she was feeling. Her fangs pulled back, until they were only slightly longer then normal canines.

Draco was only vaguely aware of this, and he pulled his head back up warily. She looked at him, eyes narrowed, ready to attack, but then he kissed her full on the lips.

She moaned into his mouth as he assaulted her fully, pressing upon hers so hard it was a wonder she didn't bite herself. He put his hands around her waist, pulling her closer, and she gasped softly. He took this as a chance to let his tongue enter her mouth, slowly, inquisitively. She welcomed it, after a moment, and let her arms wrap around his neck.

It was purely euphoric from that moment on. Whoever had started with the violins and fireworks things had forgotten all about the explosions in their ears, and the absolute ecstasy of tasting something so sweet, and the frustrations and emotions all pouring themselves into each other, and the way neither was aware of anything but each other, and the noise, and the need and the bliss and—

Oh, the bliss.

Draco broke away first, but only to line more kisses around her jaw line, and down her neck once more, but Ginny soon pulled him back up to her lips. Everything was forgotten; breathing, friendships, the party, the costumes, the vampirism, the rivalries—

Everything but each other.

It must have been at least ten minutes later before they finally stopped, and found themselves in an awkward position. Draco was slumped against the wall, and she was kneeling into his hold.

The blond-haired Slytherin looked at her then, with something akin to adoration. Her eyes were half-lidded and looked heavy, and her lips were swollen from the force of their kisses.

She needed only to look up at him and they were snogging again, lost in their sense once more. "Ginny…" He groaned, and she responded with his own name.

"GINNY WEASLEY!" She jumped, expecting to find her brother, but it was coming from the direction of the Great Hall. "AND TESSA REEVE HAVE WON!" There was muffled cheering, and everything rushed back to Ginny.

As it did to Draco. He stood abruptly, and looked down. "Better go accept your prize, Weasley." She looked at him, confusion evident in her eyes, and he suddenly felt like scum as he kept talking.

"Thank the Gods I could distract you—else you would have killed the poor boy. Go on, Weasley, you've won."

Hurt flashed across her face, then anger. Without another word, she moved back and was gone. Draco instantaneously slumped against the wall, his head in his heads.

What had he just done?

Tessa caught Ginny's arm as soon as soon as she appeared. She noticed the state of her friend's face instantly, and with a wave of her hand she had it disappear. Ginny would talk to her later.

The two made their way to the front of the Great Hall, where Dumbledore was beckoning to them with a wizened finger. Snape was behind him, dressed in the exact same outfit, a floofy beard (which he had dyed pink) and curly-toed slippers. He had somehow managed to insert glitter in his eyes in an attempt to recreate Dumbledore's twinkle. The old wizard, for his part, ignored the Potions Master and looked to the two girls. "You two have outdone yourselves! That is indeed, a winner's costume!"

Tessa smiled and nudged Ginny, who forced on a fake one. "Thank you, Professor." They chorused. Dumbledore nodded happily and presented them with two red velvet bags.

"What is it?" Ginny said, puzzled. She opened hers and out of it came two bracelets, both green velvet bands with a white diamond set in the center. She gasped, as did Tessa, who had an identical bracelet, but with a red velvet band.

Dumbledore's smile grew. "Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin were great friends back in their time. They were much more then friends with Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw." He winked, and the two girls blushed. "They had these made for them."

"What does it do, Professor?" Tessa asked. Dumbledore's smile looked like it was going to split his face apart now.

"You keep one. If you give it to someone who means enough to you, your souls will be bonded. It's a very touching gift, and the bracelet can refuse the person who receives it. They've only recently been found. Use them wisely." He finished, then ushered them into the crowd.

Tessa hugged her friend. "Ginny, if it wasn't for you I would have never gotten this!" She trailed off as she realized her friend was exactly thrilled or elated. "Ginny, what's wrong?"

A single tear fell from Ginny's eye, and Tessa took hold of her best friend's hand, ignoring Blaise's voice from behind her as she and Ginny vanished into the shadows. They reappeared in the Slythindor room, where Ginny wasted no time in telling Tessa of the events of earlier on.

Tessa was absolutely livid. "We should kill him!"

Ginny shook her head. "It's ok, Tessa. It was just a kiss, ok? There's no reason to get so worked up over it, so don't worry. It meant nothing to me."

Tessa was baffled. "What? But—Ginny, you can't be—"

"—Serious?" Ginny interrupted her. "Oh, but I am. It was nothing, Tessa. Go back and enjoy the party—I know I saw you snogging Blaise before you found me, and it seems only right," she teased.

Tessa blushed, but she still looked uncertain. "Are you sure you're alright?" Ginny shoved her out the door. "Of course! I'm fine, ok? Just enjoy yourself!" And she shut the door before he friend could say a word.

Ginny sighed to herself, and crawled into her bed. She licked her teeth, feeling the elongated somewhat. She curled up into a ball, and cried to herself.

The next day, Ginny was not in Potions class, nor was she in Charms, or Care of Magical Creatures. Tessa, who had woken up the next morning with her hair still streaked red and still wearing her Vampyre outfit, was in too much of a hurry to change, so she couldn't visit Ginny in the morning. During lunch, Tessa risked sure death by bringing Ron, Harry and Hermione to the Slythindor room, saying only that it was a sort of closet like the Room of Requirement that only certain people could get into. Colin and Luna followed.

There was loud music coming from inside, and Tessa speculated that Ginny had apparently decided to charms several things to play. She knocked hard on the door. "GINNY! GINNY! ARE YOU IN THERE!"

The music was lowered, and Ginny shouted back, "I'm in here, I'm just feeling a little sick. Go away, Tessa!"

Ron looked relieved. "Thank the Gods she's fine." But Tessa kept up her pounding on the door. "GINEVRA TERESA WEASLEY! IS THAT PRODIGY I HEAR I THERE!"

"I love this song!" Ginny shouted out and turned it louder so that no one outside could hear themselves think anymore. They all retreated to where they could hear again, and Ron looked to Tessa. "So she's ok?"

Tessa looked pale. "She hates Prodigy."

From around the corner, Draco and Blaise suddenly appeared. Draco looked a little pale, and annoyed. "Snape wants me to check out what's making all the noise down here."

Tessa glared at him. "You spineless mongrel! You know EXACTLY what the noise is and what's causing it!" Her French accent became apparent more and more as she became angrier. "You hade better DRAG your MISERABLE little ARSE in there and do something about it, or we'll all make sure you never walk again!"

He looked at her impassively. "Ok." She stood, too furious to be confused as they followed him to just outside the room. He knocked loudly, but no one lowered the music. Rolling his eyes, he cried, "Miss! Miss! Tis me, I have your food!" in a perfect imitation of Dobby.

They all looked at him in shock and he shrugged. "It's what I would do; hole myself up in my room and get Dobby to bring me something. The house-elves don't walk into rooms with a racket—they don't want to interrupt anything."

Sure enough, the music was lowered and a moment later, Ginny stuck her head out, long hair still intact. Her eyes narrowed as she saw the group and she attempted to shut the door, but Draco put his foot in front of it.

"Weasley, I think you and I have to talk about something." She glared for a moment, before grabbing his tie, dragging him in, then shutting and locking the door. She turned to face him icily. "What?"

Draco had been caught off guard by her attire. Long, baggy sweatpants and a tight black shirt ending just above her navel. She had braided her new-length hair in one, long ponytail. "Why are you staring?" She said irritably.

He noticed the cups with coffee dregs at the bottom and felt a pang of guilt. He'd prevented her sleeping…there was no way of backing out of this now. "We have to talk, about that kiss, Weasley."

She eyed him warily, unwilling to show him any emotion. "What about it? And don't you think it was several?" He wanted to scowl, but he kept his face clear.

"Yes, those kisses. I just wanted to say, they meant nothing to me." Lie Numero Uno. "It was just a distraction." Lie Numero Dos. "I didn't want you to hurt that boy." Actually, that kid had pranked him a few times, so it was Lie Numero Tres. Ginny didn't let anything show on her face as he held out a hand.

"So, Weasley, seeing as it's not proper for a Malfoy and a Weasley, not to mention a Slytherin and a Gryffindor to be snogging, how about we call it a truce and resume that alliance?"

She stared at him, but then something registered in her eyes. They began to shine, and Draco instantly regretted his offer, but before he could take it back, she had gripped his hand and pumped it up and down.

"Friends, Malfoy. We're friends." She stood on her tiptoes (he was so tall, damn him) and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Friends with benefits, that is." She shrugged on her robes, then, blatantly ignoring the dress code, and slipped into sneakers.

"Thanks for the visit." She said brightly, then opened the door and stepped out. Everyone looked at her expectantly, but she ignored them and walked on. A moment later, Draco followed, looking a little dazed.

"What happened?" Harry was looking at him oddly. Draco snapped out of his trance and shrugged angrily.

"How am I supposed to know?" he looked to Ron. "Your sister's an evil little girl, watch her closely." He marched briskly away. Blaise smiled cheekily at Tessa and pecked her on the cheek before following.

She glared after him as the crowd turned their gaze to her, expressing curiosity at this twist of events.

Meanwhile, Ginny was on top of the world.