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Disclaimer 2: Still femmeslash. Don't like it, don't read it. Though those of you that do reviews are good things.

The silence in the Slytherin Common Room was more shocking to Pansy Parkinson then anything else. Never in her years here had it ever been so quiet it was unnerving, but amusing at the same time. To think, in order to shock some of the richest people in the wizarding world all you had to do was bring in a Gryffindor.

Draco Malfoy was the first person aside from the two girls to regain his ability for speech. "What is she doing here, Pansy?" He questioned indignantly. "Since when do you go around fraternizing with blood-traitor Gryffindorks?"

"Are you trying to be witty?" Ginny asked sardonically, turning to look at the arrogant blond. "Because if so, you're failing miserably. Isn't that in your rulebook somewhere, Malfoy? 'Thou shall not come off sounding like a bumbling git?'"

"I like this version of the Weaselette, can we keep her?" Blaise Zabini asked from the corner of the Common Room.

Pansy merely shook her head. "Blaise, don't bother flirting. I'm corrupting her and we all know I don't like to share."

"Really?" Ginny asked, sweetly, almost innocently. She moved a bit closer and kissed Pansy firmly on the lips, drawing back after only a minute. "You certainly don't seem to mind sharing your lipstick." She observed coquettishly, wiping a bit of the scarlet lipstick from the side of her mouth with her thumb.

"What's going on?" Vincent Crabbe asked Gregory Goyle curiously.

"I think Pansy is shagging the Weasley." Goyle answered, curiously, watching.

"Not yet," Pansy said with a smirk, "But the night is young."

"And so are we." Ginny answered, breaking away from Pansy and picking up a bottle of firewhiskey from one of the tables. "Want some, Pansy?" She asked, returning to the girl's side. "Or would you rather share?"

Pansy could tell from the look on her face that the Weasley girl didn't mean swapping the bottle back and forth, and she began to wonder if they had let Crabbe put the warming charms on the room again as her body temperature spiked. "Maybe later." Pansy said, inclining her head to the main floor of the Common Room, which had been cleared of furniture, except in the corners. "I've already had you drinking…how about a dance?"

Ginny pouted, but put the bottle back down, as she took Pansy's proffered hand. "Why not? It's a party, after all."

There was actually very little partying going on, as most of the Slytherins were staring at who they had thought was a mousy little Gryffindor, the Ravenclaws were the only ones who didn't seem surprised. Ginny could practically see the thoughts going through their mind. Ginny was a Gryffindor prefect. She wasn't attempting to break up the party. She was taking part in the party. Therefore, they couldn't care less.

Well, some of the males cared for other reasons as they're more primal instincts took over as they watched the two girls sway and rock to the pounding, driving bass of the music being played.

"So, you're the belle of the ball." Pansy said into Ginny's ear, moving closer than necessary to be heard. "Everyone's watching us."

"That they are," Ginny said, putting an arm around Pansy's waist and pulling her closer. "I didn't think it'd be so shocking. This is Slytherin, after all."

"And you're a Weasley who's strutting around our Common Room as if you owned it." Pansy replied, taking the chance to bite her lightly on the ear.

"Shall we give them a bit more of a show then?" Ginny hissed in reply, slowly moving them toward a bare wall, smirking deeply as she did so.

"Exhibitionist." Pansy murmured."

"Guilty." Ginny replied, kissing her again, pushing her against the wall as Pansy had done to her earlier that morning, pinning her arms lightly to the wall. She pulled back and smiled wickedly.

They could both hear the catcalls and whistles of encouragement and when her willing partner wasn't expecting it, Pansy threw her weight into her, pinning her against the wall in the same fashion, and kissing her firmly, as she ran her hand inside the girl's top, lightly biting on her neck, grinning as Ginny let out a moan and arched her body away from the wall.

"Sorry everyone." Pansy said cheerily, as she took Ginny's wrist and lead her to the door that went to the girls' dormitories. "I'm taking our guest elsewhere. Ta ta!" She opened the door, and the two girls walked inside, giggling in low voices as it closed again with a resounding echo.

"What was that?" Theodore Nott asked, still in shock.

"I'll tell you what that was, mate." Blaise said a moment later. "That was more effective torture than the Cruciatus. And I think I'd rather be at the party that we weren't invited to."