I'll Keep You My Dirty Little Secret...

Ginny scowled whole heartedly at her closet. Why hadn't she written her mom for a dress? Because until two days ago, she didn't know she was going to this dance.

She jumped as someone knocked at her door. She sent one last dispairing look to her closet then walked over to let who ever it was in. It was a house elf with a package.

"For Miss Weasley." He gushed before disappearing. Ginny took the package and moved into the room with it. She set it on her bed and opened it. She gasped to see the dark green silk ball gown. No girl in the school had anything like it. She pulled it out, holding it up to her. Perfect.

A note lay beneath it as well as a small velvet box. She opened the note, not surprised to see Draco's tidy scrawl.

Breathtaking girl I am taking to the ball,

While I think you could look great in anything, this is a black tie affair and I won't have anything but the best on my arm. Don't take it offensively. There's a few of the family jewels in the box as well. I'd like them back. You can keep the dress. I've sent someone to help you, should you want help with hair or makeup.

See you at the ball

D.

Ginny smiled. She slipped out of her clothes and into the dress. It fit perfectly. The front was cut modestly high while still showing off her girls. The dress secured behind the neck, leaving her back bare to her waist.

She was about to open the jewlery when there came another knock on her door. She opened it, not surprised to see Pansy Parkinson. The older girl was in a long marroon dress cut lower than Ginny's and accentuated by gold chains around her waist and hips.

"Fancy some help with the hair?"

"That would be wonderful. I really am... well clueless."

"I figured," Pansy said, sitting Ginny on the bed. She pulled out the velvet box and opened it, revealing a tiara, earrings and a necklace. Ginny gasped to see they were diamonds. Probably real.

"So..." Ginny began as Pansy pulled her hair back from her forehead and into a half ponytail. "Why are you doing this?"

Pansy smiled, "My date is not a Slytherin. If you and Draco make a big show, we'll be more easily overlooked."

"That makes sense," Ginny conceded as Pansy slipped the tiara into her hair before starting some curls.

"For sure, my dear. Now let's give you a bit of make up..."

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Draco glanced at his watch as the seconds ticked by. Ginny wasn't late yet, but she was closing in on it. He glanced sharply up as a flash of green caught his eyes. Neville Longbottom and his date Pansy Parkinson walked down towards him. Neville was wearing a dark green suit with a silver cumberbon and Pansy was dressed in a maroon dress bordering on indecent.

Pansy kissed his cheek. "Hey, Drackie poo. What are you doing here?"

He smirked, "Waiting for a date."

Neville slipped his arm around Pansy's waist. "Let us know how that goes. Shall we?"

"Of course. Let's pave the way for young master Malfoy and his darling girl."

Throwing him a kiss, Pansy let Neville lead her gracefully into the ball room that had been set up. Draco heard human noises screech to a halt at their arrival.

He smiled but was distracted by yet another flash of green.

He smiled broadly at Ginny. She was goregeous. Her crimson hair had been tied back partially and curled, accomodating her tiara and the white gold and diamond necklace and tear drop earrings. She shone with an almost other worldly beauty.

He took her hand and kissed it charmingly.

"Care to turn a few heads?"

She nodded, blushing. The doors opened to admit them. Once again the sounds stopped. Pansy and Neville, who only had eyes for one another, continued to dance. Ginny raised an eyebrow. "So that's her date?"

"Yes." Draco said, smiling dreamily at Ginny. He swept her onto the dance floor beside Pansy and Neville. He noticed the sick look on all three male weasel faces. As gratifying as that alone was, Draco loved the feel of Ginny's hand in his. He loved the way his hand seemed made to press gently against her lower back. She truly was stunning, her crimson hair setting off the jewlery and the dress. The dress in turn set off her figure.

Draco could have spent the rest of his life there on that dance floor.

(A/N: Ahhhh! next chapter we get the rest of the opinions on these two. Especially Ron, Fred and George's!